#5ds fic stuff

[sabellabella]

Ignited by the bonds burned into my soul, decend from the skies and set fire to the false sunrise!

I summon you-!

[sabellabella]

Hm, what's this?

Z-one reclined in his life support egg as he scanned the past-

Six people, five with odd birthmarks, save the world.

..barely

Not much is known on the specifics of the battles before Godwin, as soon as they went on the track however- their success odds drastically reduced.

0.0032% success rate.

Despite the nature of the duel.

Despite the head and tail reawakening- their odds were too low for them to have won.

Yet they prospered. A price was paid in blood merely days after though-

A price that spelt disaster for the rest of the signers and the world less than two years after. A price that he suspected to be the domino effect to his time being thrown into such a state of chaos.

Z-one decided it best to intervene with the past to avoid the tragedy that occurred in the future. Seeing as it came not long after the signers defeated the dark singers, but before the climax of a worldwide tournament. Paradox advised going to Pegasus' time to nip duel monsters in the bud before it had the potential to cause the tragedy. Aporia advised against it, stating it would do little to help the future. He suggested going back to just before the dark signers' first attack- as it would better assist them in figuring out the major catalyst for the tragedy and combat it.

While in his thoughts, he noticed the telecom ring from the corner of his eye.

It was Jose.

He answered it, unsure of why Jose was calling at this time. He made it explicitly clear that they wouldnt call him unless the situation proved to be truely dire.

"Z-one, there is an unexpected variable."

Z-one's eyes widened then quickly narrowed. "Elaborate."

"The signers have a seventh member who is setting off our scanners, but no mark is responding on either of their arms. They show a higher level of pain at the outputted frequencies however."

This couldn't be possible- he knew he'd scanned every person from this time for any sign of the Crimson Dragon on them. Tracing linages back roughly 2500 years to be absolutely certain there couldn't be any other signers. "What is their name?"

"The signers call them 'Shirotaka Kasumi'."

?

No such person exists. He has spreadsheets and tables with each person to had lived within the century of the dark signers- meticulously noting various aspects about them for easier reference. But as he scans it, no one of that name, surname or given, comes up.

Odd.. Curious, and seeing as he had gained access to the police database in his time, he attempted to gain access in this time.

[Access Granted- Automatic session timeout in 6 minutes]

Hm, that was easier than he'd expected. The automatic timeout was new... He ran a special script on a separate screen, downloading the entire database in a fraction of a second, updating his spreadsheet and tables with the new information half a second later.

He tried inputting the name in again.

One match found-

'Name: Shirotaka Kasumi

Birthdate: Unknown

Sex: Female

Age: 16

Convictions: Trespassing, Aggravated Assualt

Notes: Smeared criminal marks due to machine error, found escaped after two nights in the detention center.'

[sabellabella]

Thinking again...

Hm, the duel dragons would be interesting for something that effects the ending.

Like- they do not play by regular rules.

See, each monster has their own set of rules they follow in their lives. When they go to the human world however, they have to follow the rules that are there too.

If they're able to summon themselves to the human world, they cannot do it in front of a lot of people. Humans cannot know they exist.

They're not allowed to directly attack humans outside of a duel.

If anything is damaged during the duel, they have to fix it back to the way it was.

And most importantly, under no circumstances can they mess with another duelist's deck aside from the human they're working with.

All these rules make sure humans, or at least most humans, don't know that monsters are real. They want it to stay that way (as some monsters have noted a couple selfish humans wanting to cause trouble in the monster world, which will have to be dealt with soon)

The duel dragons aren't much different, they like to fight and do their job...

However, they hate humans and don't care about those rules. There's only a few rules they have (don't attack other duel dragons unprovoked, etc.) and are known to be relentless.

They possess people and drastically alter the possessed person's personality to get what they want, but they will drop the vessel like a rock if someone proves themselves worthy of their power.

Finding this worthy person however, makes that duel dragon go from scary to terrifying.

They run various types of interference like:

Changing cards in the opponents' decks, discarding and shifting the order.

Preventing the foe from using key or ace cards in their deck.

Hell, even messing with other duels if the worthy one cares enough about one side.

The duel dragons were made to deal with problems, but how they're supposed to deal with them was never defined.

All they care about is getting the job done- no matter what.

[sabellabella]

a lil bit of practice...

Aki lazily trudges into her room- she barely registers nothing has changed since she was fourteen. Her bed was neatly made- the sheets had various types of flowers scattered about it as a pattern. Her dresser still sat against the wall- parallel to the foot of the bed- the slanted, small stack of dark cover books she left there hadn't moved an inch. All the trinkets and toys she left on the shelves affixed to the pale pink walls still colored them, along with the few band posters she collected. On any other day, she would've fallen to tears even approaching the door to this room-

She was too tired to care today. Her brain was silent as the wooden door gently shut behind her, the sound not registering past her ears. Her body sleepily made its way to the circular, flowery rug that sat in the middle of the room- reaching to both the edge of her bed and a few centimetres before her closet. She slumped into her rug, barely not falling into it.

Milk chocolate eyes noticed a plush laying discarded under her bed. She pulls her body towards the bed.

Her weary eyes widened.

Black Rose...

The memory of her mother helping her sew him together tickled the back of her mind. A faint happiness echoed through her heart- it had a couple of petals that were lopsided and the eyes weren't level, but she remember distinctly loving her plush dragon. She pulled the plush close to her-

It was just as soft as she remembered. She hugged it, feeling sleep clawing at her mind. As she let out a yawn, she felt vines gently cradle her body-

Her expression softened, a tired smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Holding the plush, she let herself be moved to the center of the rug- let her body be laid against her flowery dragon's body. Her eyes fell shut, tiredness finally taking her.

Black Rose let out an affectionate huff as his vines grabbed the sheets off her bed- gently draping them on her. He curled his body around her before allowing sleep to consume him.

[sabellabella]

Figuring out something, don't mind me..

Multiple vine-like tendrils ensare Aki's body as she screams towards the one that had fallen past them moments ago. Tears tear from her eyes as she calls his name-

To no reply.

She shouts in pure agony as she writhes against the vines, the gentle yet unflinching hold on her refused to give an inch. They began dragging her away from the scene- the flowery dragon refusing to let her follow that man. The dragon knew she needed to leave now, he knew the building would swallow her whole if she doesn’t.

But she doesn't care.

She would rather die here with him than live without him.

There's no one out there for her. They all want her dead anyways, what's the point?

Either she dies of her own accord or she's ripped to pieces outside these crumbling walls.

The vines dragged her further and further away- out of the coffin she wanted to be buried in.

[sabellabella]

See no evil

Hear no evil

Touch no evil

[sabellabella]

Just some more practice~

She faced the window, her eyes half open. The fiend behind her thought she was under his control, her mind belonging to him.

How he couldn't be more wrong.

She spotted a familiar bike pull up at the entrance of the first floor- to say she was suprised was an understatement.

How did he get here already??? How did he find her?? She had to have been on the edge of town with how close the ocean was to the other window..

Her emotions didn't reflect on her face at all, it still looked as zoned out as it did before. She was happy to see him again, but she had to act quick, he could get seriously hurt if he tried to fight the fiend. Pulling away from its grasp, she got within a few steps of the window.

The fiend did NOT like this. It tried to reach to her arm, attempting to yank her by its side.

She wasn't going to let that happen- not on its life.

Acting fast, she clicked her left black boot against the ground, a miniature knife poked out the heel. As the fiend's hand got close to her, she kicked up her left leg. It fell back, but the knife slashed it across the chest.

It staggered back, clutching the wound. With the opening, she jumped out the window onto the bike below- the bike jostling with the new, sudden weight.

He made a startled noise, but she leaned into him before he could say anything- wraping her arms around his waist. "I'm sorry I came down so hard, but can we please get out of here?" Her voice shook with a lingering fear as she spoke. Roaring could be heard from the room the fiend was in- the sound of metal clanging and vines slapping into the walls were barely audible over the furious dragons' cries.

He nodded, "Hold on tight." Kicking his d-wheel in gear, he sped off.

She felt the wind in her hair, the world speeding around her. Buildings flew by as he drove- she focused on the feeling of his heart through his back.

It was beating like a machine gun...

She hoped he wouldn't pass out while driving..

[sabellabella]

End of August/Early Spetember: Descension

Mid-September: Rev up for the cup!

Beginning of October: Former King Hospitalized- Round one

End of December: Former King Discharged

Early March: Apocalypse

April: Fall of the Dead King

End of May: Moving up and out- A new Threat Revealed