I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! GX. While this is the second GX fic I'm posting, this is actually the third GX fic I wrote. I'm just so excited with the fact that no one's done a werewolf fic in the GX universe, I just couldn't wait.

Chapter One- The Bite

Syrus rolled over and sighed. He was feeling sleepy and restless at the same time. It didn't help that Jaden and Chumley were snoring. It wasn't simultaneous. It was rather Chumley inhaling (snore) while Jaden exhaled, and then vice versa. The result was snoring in a continuous loop.

'Do they practice this when I'm not around?' he wondered. Moaning softly, Syrus climbed down from his bed, pulled on his shoes, and left the room. With all the noise his roommates were making, he wasn't gong to be getting any sleep. At least, not without the help of some fresh air.

Syrus sighed deeply as he entered the forest to the left of the dorm. It was a lovely night. The sky was clear with shining stars and a glowing full moon that illuminated the trees and the patches of grass that the leaves didn't conceal. Syrus loved how natured looked. He was especially fond of the full moon. Last night had been the first one of the month and he enjoyed it.

A howl ripped through the still air and caused the teenager to freeze for a moment. He shook his head. He was hearing things. He must be getting sleepy and he decided to head back. He was halfway back when another howl sounded.

Syrus whimpered as his eyes darted around. Faint panting reached his ears and he quickened his pace. Rustling leaves and more panting made him break into a run. He could now hear footsteps running after him. He chanced a glance back.

A large wolf was chasing him! It was much larger than a regular wolf and it looked hungry. Syrus ran as fast as he could. However, the wolf could move faster. Syrus had just gotten to the front of the dorm when the wolf pounced. It landed square on Syrus's back. Syrus scrambled and squirmed to get loose. He refused to be some wolf's dinner! He managed to wriggle his upper body free when the wolf's head lanced forward and bit his left leg. Syrus screamed in pain and hoped someone heard him. His hopes were answered when a light came on. Startled, the wolf disengaged itself from Syrus and ran off, growling.

"Hey, what's the big idea?" Chazz snapped as he stuck his head out of his private tent room.

"Sy, you okay?" Jaden asked, stepping outside with concern in his eyes.

"Uh, yeah. I, uh, tripped over a rock. Nothing to worry about."

Jaden saw the torn pajama leg, the blood, and a couple of holes. It didn't look like his pal tripped over a rock, but he didn't comment on it. "Well, come on back to bed then."

Syrus winced at the pain as he got to his feet once Jaden and Chazz had returned to bed. Great. He gets attacked; all because his friends' snoring kept him up. Speaking of which, he decided to find a different way of falling asleep next time Jaden and Chumley did their snoring concert.

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Syrus woke up in time for him to get to class. The memory of the attack was still fresh in his mind as was his injury. All day long, the short duelist felt restless and could hardly stay still. Dinner came around and Syrus was famished. He ate not one, not two, but four servings! Neither one of his friends thought it odd, as Jaden was prone to eat that much from time to time.

After dinner, Syrus decided to walk around the dorm. He was feeling so restless, he felt he had to keep moving and walking seemed like a good way to get rid of the extra energy. As he walked, he wished he knew why he had so much energy and why he had eaten so much, but he just couldn't explain it.

Syrus stopped at the attack spot, noting specks of dried blood on the grass. He continued to stare as the full moon came up, bathing him in its light.

Syrus winced as an agonizing feeling shot through his abdomen and left leg. Pulling up the pant leg, he saw that the bit mark seemed to shimmer. Then, his fingernails shot out from his hands so that they resembled claws. Dropping his pant leg, he stared as his hands in shock. His stomach began to throb and it felt like his insides were burning.

Straightening up, Syrus stumbled into the woods just as his ears started to burn. He reached up to scratch, but his ears weren't there. He searched higher and higher until his clawed nails found them near the top of his head and they felt longer than they should. The toes of his shoes ripped open as his toenails grew out. The rest of his shoes followed as his feet widened, revealing gray fur on them. His eyes began to itch and when Syrus removed his glasses to rub them, he found his vision was perfect. His hands began to tremble, causing him to drop his glasses. He looked at his hands to see pads appearing on his palms.

Syrus was horrified. 'What is happening to me?' he thought as his hands and feet morphed into paws, the claws still exposed. By this point, fur covered his limbs, tufts of it poking through the seams of his clothes. The heels of his legs traveled up, ripping the lower part of his pants.

Syrus's arms lengthened slightly before he fell onto all fours. A tail ripped out of the seat of his pants, which caused the rest of the garment to fall off. His nose and mouth pushed out and merged into a muzzle as his teeth grew sharp. His blue hair became gray hair and spread across the rest of his body, his shirt and jacket shredding apart and falling to the ground.

Syrus shook his head and blinked a couple of times before his head tilted back and a howl escaped his throat. His muzzle parted in shock as it sunk in what had just happened. He had turned into a wolf! That meant that it hadn't been a normal wolf that attacked him: It had been a werewolf!

Another howl sounded through the woods, albeit a little faint. Syrus's sensitive nose picked up the scent of a wolf. It was his attacker! It had to be! Syrus remembered reading somewhere that if you kill the one who bit you, the curse would be broken. 'But I've never killed anyone in my life. There's no other choice, though. I don't want to be a werewolf.'

A bush rustling caught Syrus's attention. He turned to see another large wolf emerge from the bush. His menacing gold eyes glared at the younger werewolf who could see his own gold eyes reflecting in the other's.

"We meet again," the stranger growled. At least that's what it sounded like to Syrus. To a human, it would just be growling.

"Who are you?" Syrus asked.

"I have no need of a name, just as I have no need for human speech in order to talk. Even if I had a name, I wouldn't need to tell you because I'm going to finish what I started last night."

Syrus wondered for a moment what he meant by that before the other leaped toward him. Syrus leaped back. A paw full of claws flashed forward and Syrus ducked. Each dodge made the older one angrier and angrier. He wanted to put this young one down and continue his lone wolf life.

Syrus dodged his attacker's attacks while trying to design an escape plan. He didn't want to kill him, just render him out cold. He came to the conclusion that while he didn't want to be a werewolf, he didn't want a death on his conscience. Syrus whipped around to run and felt teeth comb through his tail's fur.

This simple sensation caused something in Syrus to kick in. Growling, Syrus whirled around and pounced on the other werewolf. Claws already extended, he slashed at the fur in front of him and delighted in the howls of pain he heard. His teeth grabbed onto skin and fur and pulled it away from the rest. He continued to claw and bit for another minute or two before he came to his senses.

There was blood on Syrus's muzzle as well as on the ground. Blood was still pouring from the other werewolf's jugular. Syrus backed away, whimpering. 'Oh my God! I didn't mean to kill him! It was like some kind of survival instinct kicked in!

'But, killing him means the curse is broken. Or I guess it will be at dawn.' Syrus noticed he was still in wolf form. As his eyes trailed down, he noticed his left hindleg. It was fur-covered like the rest of him except for the bite mark. There was no fur over it or around it. He glanced at the corpse and noticed a bare patch on one ear. Syrus flinched at the thought of being bitten on the ear. He didn't even want to think about how that happened.

Yawning, Syrus retrieved his glasses (which had survived the fight), stumbled behind a bush, and fell asleep. He didn't wake again until he felt early sunlight on his face. Blinking, he rubbed his face, put his glasses on, and sat up. He looked down and blushed. He was naked! His clothes from last night were shredded and would cover nothing. He approached the forest's edge and glanced around. No one in sight. As quickly as he could, he dashed across the clearing, up the stairs, and quietly into his room. He grabbed a set of clothes and pulled them on before going down for an early breakfast.

And that brings the first chappie to an end. I know Syrus seems like unlikely candidate to be a werewolf, but it, to me, explains why he ends up acting rather confident in the second season. Especially during his duel with Hassleberry.