Disclaimer: No I do not own Yugioh.
Legends of the Demon Duelist-Chaos Arc
Chapter 35: Growing up a little
Jennie Pilkington sat in the hospital room, looking out the window occasionally at the night sky. And metaphorically glued to her was her husband, who kept his arms wrapped around her waist. It wasn't like she wanted him to let go of her, but if she had the choice of either being by the side of her husband or son at the moment she'd take her son in a heartbeat. But at the moment Ichigo was in the emergency room of the nearby hospital that was located on the island of the Duelist Academy. The moment he had been admitted she'd been contacted. It had taken her all of three hours to arrive, at which point her husband had explained the whole situation to her.
After promptly beating the crap out of him for not telling her about this whole Seal card thing and Chaos, she then apologized and the two of them kissed and made up.
And while all this was happening, the rest of the Demon Lord crew, new and old, all sat in the waiting room of the hospital and, as the name implies, waited patiently.
Well, almost patiently. "Get off of my ears, you little brat." Rikuo glared at the child of the woman sitting next to him. For the last fifteen minutes the little human had made sport of tugging on the wolf demon's ears. While he was trying to be patient, there was only so much that the mighty Rikuo Amero could possibly take.
Sammy and Ashlet sat on both sides of Eri, trying to calm their friend's worried nerves. "Don't worry about it dear, he'll be okay."
"You saw the damage he has taken from the fight. I mean...one of his arms was gone!" The demoness clenched her fists and shivered as memories of the smell of burnt flesh appeared in her mind.
Deondre and CJ sat across from each other at a small fold-out card table.
"It's one to one...this is for the match." CJ shuffled Deondre's deck and handed it to the dog demon. "Let's see which one of the two of us has improved more."
Deondre took his deck and drew his opening hand. "You're nuts if you think I won't tear you apart in this duel. Just watch and learn."
Hitokage, Adriel, Griff, Krieger, and Kenshin all sat in a circle. Their chairs faced each other's and they all were discussing something conspiratorially.
"So how did Ichigo get the power necessary to fight off Chaos?" Kenshin sighed and rubbed his forehead. No matter what idea he came up with, he managed to shoot it down nearly immediately afterwards.
("I must discover what power Pilkington tapped into.") Adriel knew that the key to defeating Ichigo rested in figuring out how to match the boy's new ability.
Hitokage had his eyes closed, and at the moment was deep in thought. It actually was more of a state of meditation though.
Griff glanced over his shoulder at Eri and then looked in front of him and down towards the tile floot. ("I wonder if I can learn whatever cool power that Ichigo has.") Mental images of him slaying some horrible monster with his bare hands and then getting admired by Sammy flashed in his mind.
Krieger closed his eyes and prayed with all of his soul that Ichigo was going to be okay.
Siegfried, Amy, and Ryu all sat next to each other in a line.
"So Siegfried, does your son have a manager yet?"
"Amy..." Ryu coughed sharply. "What have we talked about when it comes to business deals?"
"Leave the students of the Duelist Academy alone." The woman repeated it like a child who had been made to remember something and was being asked to recite.
Siegfried stared at the two and face-fell. ("That is the most unlikely couple I could ever imagine in my life!")
In a dark throne room, a single statue sits in the most awkward place, which is right along the back right side of the room. The statue is the frozen body of Kilomet Sestros, the Torture King, which is locked in a warp of time and space.
And sitting in the black stone of the chair in the throne room, a shadowed figure tapped his fingers together a few times. "Things just keep getting more and more interesting. So the little half-breed has gained the power necessary to destroy Chaos..."
Midnight sat back in his chair and sighed. "However, I must keep my plans on the back-burner for now. Already, a new threat approaches to cause me problems. So for now I must sit back and let my unknowing puppets do my work for me."
Daniel was awakened by Jennie, who shook him a couple of times as the doctor entered the waiting room.
"Mister and missus Pilkington, I have good news. Your son has recovered from his surgery, and will survive."
There were no sweeter words to be said. Both half-demons smiled in relief and Daniel shook the doctor's hand . "May we see him now?"
"I don't see why not." Returning the smile, the doctor walked out of the waiting room with a small crowd following him.
Ichigo smiled slightly as his father walked into the room. He was currently covered from nearly head to toe with heavy bandages.
The most disturbing thing to Daniel was to see a stump where his son's right arm should have been. "Hey there sport...how do you feel?"
"Like I'm missing an arm and am in an enormous amount of pain." Ichigo closed his eyes and groaned. "So...how do I look?"
Jennie came running in and caught the half-demon in an almost crushing embrace. "Oh my baby!"
Ichigo kicked a couple of times and started to turn blue in the face.
"Dear, please let our son go before he dies from lack of air." Daniel gently unhooked his wife from Ichigo and pulled her away.
Ichigo coughed a few times to get the air to flow again...and then he looked at the door. Everyone was standing around the entryway. And then they all stepped aside to let Eri in.
Jennie wrestled with all of her might to get out of Daniel's grasp, but he refused to let her go. Finally she gave up and let herself be taken out of the room.
Eri sat down in a chair next to Ichigo's bed. "I...missed you very much over the last couple of days."
"I've been out for two days?" Ichigo groaned and pressed his palm against his forehead. "That means I've fallen behind in the homework. ARGH!"
The demoness stared at him like he had lost his mind. "You've lost your right arm and you're more worried about some lousy homework?"
Ichigo looked down at his bandaged shoulder like he had noticed it for the first time. "Oh yeah...that's true huh?" Reaching out, he took one of her hands with his and held it gently. "I really don't care all that much. As long as you are safe and happy, then so am I."
Eri closed her eyes and shuddered. Her ears drooped gently and her shoulders slumped. "But it's my fault that you are even in this predicament. I offer you my..." Her next words were cut off as he leaned out of his bed and kissed her.
They stayed that way for a few seconds, and then Ichigo withdrew his head. "There's no need to apologize. I'm sure that everything will be okay. Now smile a little."
Eri wiped the blush from her cheeks and hugged Ichigo. "You are such an idiot."
Hundreds of miles away from the Duelist Academy, there rested a fortress-like building in the middle of a huge icy tundra. It was North School, the rival academy to the Duelist Academy set up by Seto Kaiba. And at the moment anyone with ears could tell that something important was going on inside the walls.
"Principal, the Extraordinary Eight sent in their reports. All of them have completed their training."
The Principal of North School was a black-haired man in a black jacket and black business pants. His eyes were the color of pencil lead (off-grey) and he carried himself with the pride of a king. "I do not believe that they actually have. Send them back out into the field for another two weeks of survival training."
"As you wish it." The aid walked off with a grimace on his face. Each member of the Extraordinary Eight of North School were scary to talk to, much less disappoint. ("But that's what you can expect when dealing with a bunch of teenagers who possess powers and skills that make them the best of the best.") That was exactly what the Extraordinary Eight was. Just like the Duelist Academy had a top eight tier of duelists, so did North School. But these top eight were an organized duelist force with the power to overcome nearly any challenge, both physical and mental.
The Principal smiled slightly and looked out across the courtyard of North School, which many people had said was reminiscent of an old western town. All across the area numerous duels were in progress. "At this rate, we'll be ready for our invasion. The Duelist Academy will fall to us." He threw back his head and laughed coldly. No force on earth would be able to stop his ultimate goals from coming to pass.
End of Season
Author's Notes: And my break is over. You can start expecting more chapters in the next few days.
Now on an added note to my fellow authors and creative type people. The Extraordinary Eight have (obviously) eight spots. Four of them are filled with my characters. But the other four are open for new characters of your creation. So submit them if you wish. They can use any kind of deck, whether it be fictional or not, but since there are only four spaces the most interesting characters will be the ones I'll use.