incredibly insane fic!
This is entirely insane and I have no excuse for it. It just sort of came to me and I thought it was brilliant for some reason. So, we have GX to 5Ds transition fic. Set a year after the Edo bit I previously wrote. Involving Edo and Angela and tabloid reporting and doing anything to get ahead (because in my eyes they are both that kind of person) Rated R-ish for the sex (because Transition-verse Edo doesn't find girls icky I guess… XD holy crap I wrote het fic with Edo!)
I do need to get around to writing a bit about Ryo and Edo in the underground though.
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The girl with the camera is young (eighteen, maybe nineteen but probably not.) Young and pretty but hungry-eyed and Edo finds himself smiling wryly because she reminds him a lot of himself when he was on his way up. In a different career, obviously, but still striving, starving, for the top and eying him like he's the solution to all her problems in life. Walking right up to him with her chin held high, brazenly snapping a picture of him and his drink and his grimy surroundings and Edo simply smirks at her.
"You're a year or so late to the party, aren't you? Not that any of the press gave much of a damn when my career died anyway, but you sure as hell aren't going to sell any papers with stories about a has-been."
"Maybe, maybe not," she replies with a shrug, snapping another picture and Edo squints against the glare of the flash (it feeling like forever since he's had to do anything like that.) "But there's a sick sort of fascination with the underground out there so I may as well cater to it. Even if no one remembers who the hell you are anymore."
"And do you?"
"Edo Phoenix. Won your first amateur tournament at age ten. Entered the World Professional Dueling Leagues at fifteen, making yourself the youngest pro since Mutou Yugi. Remained undefeated on the professional stage for almost two years until Manjoume Jun came along. Sponsored by the Senrigan Group for close to ten years until they finally let you go last year. Your official World-Professional record was one hundred and twenty-five wins, thirteen losses and five draws, not counting exhibition and charity duels." She pauses in her recitation, a cool smile curving her lips. "I could get into your personal history as well, but there it gets a little ugly."
"You did your research, very nice. But that still doesn't explain why the interest?"
"Think of it as a 'where are they now?' Like former child stars from Hollywood."
Edo shrugs and takes a sip of his drink, frowning in irritation when she quickly snaps another photo as he does so. "So, what? You're looking to paint me as a pathetic alcoholic or something? Whatever sells?"
"That's up to you and whether or not you actually are one. Who knows, a good story about you could be your ticket back to the top. If you give me something worth writing about."
She smiles then, slow and sultry and Edo knows precisely what she's offering up with it. Knows it just as surely as he knows that he once wore the same smile at her age (and younger) and he's tempted to laugh and tell her that she's too young for him. Except she isn't, not really, and god knows hearing that never stopped him when he really was too young to be offering himself up as a bonus for getting what he wanted.
He should have told her to fuck off. He should have just given her the interview and not taken a thing. He should have done a lot of things but instead he takes her back to his hole of an apartment and fucks her.
Edo Phoenix has never been one to care much about sex. A means to an end, that's how he has always viewed it. And he knows this girl is the same. Using the act as currency and he doesn't know why he takes her up on it. It's not like he wants it, or needs to.
Or maybe he does. Maybe he just wants to be sure that she does write about him. That his name gets back out there. That maybe, maybe, someone will read it and actually give a shit about him.
So he pumps into her like he needs it and she's tight and hot and puts up a good show of acting like she's into it but all the same it's distant and vaguely unsatisfying and when it's all over Edo lies on his back and answers her questions about the underground and the past year of his life since Senrigan let him go and she smiles pretty and holds a recorder close to his face so she doesn't miss a word. Slipping out of bed once she's done and into the bathroom to pull her clothes back on (and Edo can hear her rifling around, probably looking for drugs, for another lurid tidbit to add)
She's halfway out the door when he finally asks her name, "I want to know whose by-line to look for," and she smiles and tells him, "Angela."
He nods slightly, a too sharp smile suddenly curving his lips as he says, "One word of advice, don't make a habit of things like this. Trust me, you'll look back and regret it. Someday."
She glares at that, and then she's gone. Edo soon enough casting her from his mind until a few days later when there's an expose splashed across the front of one of the tabloids. An inside look at dueling's seedy underground that is more exaggeration than truth and will probably have Ryo ready to gut him for talking to the girl not to mention leave Security breathing down their necks even harder than before.
But his name is there, in stark black ink, and the sight of it sends this hot little thrill along his nerves. Better than drugs, better than the sex he wound up having to see it there, and a greedy little part of him thinks that maybe, maybe the trouble is worth it.
I do need to get around to writing a bit about Ryo and Edo in the underground though.
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The girl with the camera is young (eighteen, maybe nineteen but probably not.) Young and pretty but hungry-eyed and Edo finds himself smiling wryly because she reminds him a lot of himself when he was on his way up. In a different career, obviously, but still striving, starving, for the top and eying him like he's the solution to all her problems in life. Walking right up to him with her chin held high, brazenly snapping a picture of him and his drink and his grimy surroundings and Edo simply smirks at her.
"You're a year or so late to the party, aren't you? Not that any of the press gave much of a damn when my career died anyway, but you sure as hell aren't going to sell any papers with stories about a has-been."
"Maybe, maybe not," she replies with a shrug, snapping another picture and Edo squints against the glare of the flash (it feeling like forever since he's had to do anything like that.) "But there's a sick sort of fascination with the underground out there so I may as well cater to it. Even if no one remembers who the hell you are anymore."
"And do you?"
"Edo Phoenix. Won your first amateur tournament at age ten. Entered the World Professional Dueling Leagues at fifteen, making yourself the youngest pro since Mutou Yugi. Remained undefeated on the professional stage for almost two years until Manjoume Jun came along. Sponsored by the Senrigan Group for close to ten years until they finally let you go last year. Your official World-Professional record was one hundred and twenty-five wins, thirteen losses and five draws, not counting exhibition and charity duels." She pauses in her recitation, a cool smile curving her lips. "I could get into your personal history as well, but there it gets a little ugly."
"You did your research, very nice. But that still doesn't explain why the interest?"
"Think of it as a 'where are they now?' Like former child stars from Hollywood."
Edo shrugs and takes a sip of his drink, frowning in irritation when she quickly snaps another photo as he does so. "So, what? You're looking to paint me as a pathetic alcoholic or something? Whatever sells?"
"That's up to you and whether or not you actually are one. Who knows, a good story about you could be your ticket back to the top. If you give me something worth writing about."
She smiles then, slow and sultry and Edo knows precisely what she's offering up with it. Knows it just as surely as he knows that he once wore the same smile at her age (and younger) and he's tempted to laugh and tell her that she's too young for him. Except she isn't, not really, and god knows hearing that never stopped him when he really was too young to be offering himself up as a bonus for getting what he wanted.
He should have told her to fuck off. He should have just given her the interview and not taken a thing. He should have done a lot of things but instead he takes her back to his hole of an apartment and fucks her.
Edo Phoenix has never been one to care much about sex. A means to an end, that's how he has always viewed it. And he knows this girl is the same. Using the act as currency and he doesn't know why he takes her up on it. It's not like he wants it, or needs to.
Or maybe he does. Maybe he just wants to be sure that she does write about him. That his name gets back out there. That maybe, maybe, someone will read it and actually give a shit about him.
So he pumps into her like he needs it and she's tight and hot and puts up a good show of acting like she's into it but all the same it's distant and vaguely unsatisfying and when it's all over Edo lies on his back and answers her questions about the underground and the past year of his life since Senrigan let him go and she smiles pretty and holds a recorder close to his face so she doesn't miss a word. Slipping out of bed once she's done and into the bathroom to pull her clothes back on (and Edo can hear her rifling around, probably looking for drugs, for another lurid tidbit to add)
She's halfway out the door when he finally asks her name, "I want to know whose by-line to look for," and she smiles and tells him, "Angela."
He nods slightly, a too sharp smile suddenly curving his lips as he says, "One word of advice, don't make a habit of things like this. Trust me, you'll look back and regret it. Someday."
She glares at that, and then she's gone. Edo soon enough casting her from his mind until a few days later when there's an expose splashed across the front of one of the tabloids. An inside look at dueling's seedy underground that is more exaggeration than truth and will probably have Ryo ready to gut him for talking to the girl not to mention leave Security breathing down their necks even harder than before.
But his name is there, in stark black ink, and the sight of it sends this hot little thrill along his nerves. Better than drugs, better than the sex he wound up having to see it there, and a greedy little part of him thinks that maybe, maybe the trouble is worth it.