Series: Confusing||Story: False Falcons
Characters: Shun, Yuuri
Chapters: 3-3||Words: 500||Total: 1,500
Genre: Drama||Rated: G
Challenges: Diversity Writing, YGO Arc-V, alternate/divergent timelines, C6, 3-shot w/500 wpc
Notes: Please read Training A Falcon first. Also, this story is one of mine that can have a good or bad ending. Please vote via my FFnet profile, review/comment/ask on tumblr which you'd like to see.
Summary: It hurts for Shun to think, to recall too far back. Yuuri has other ways for him to spend his time - like training with his deck. After all, he's a warrior of Fusion - isn't he?

Yuuri watched in pleasure as Shun's monster delivered the final blow to their opponents, sending them slamming upside the far wall. The Obelisk Force members who'd waited around to watch stared in even more awe – and fear – than before. Yuuri rested an approving hand on Shun's shoulder.

"Very well done. You're mastering those cards very well."

Shun turned towards him. Yuuri wasn't very pleased with him being that much taller than he himself was, but height was one of those things that couldn't be changed. Unlike his mind – which Yuuri found incredibly easy to manipulate.

"Thank you," Shun replied. He glanced back at their opponents. "Are we going to card them for failure?"

The Obelisk Force members – all of them – made a point to get out of there. Yuuri could hear one of them murmuring about how Kurosaki was as crazed as Yuuri himself.

Of course he was. Yuuri shaped Kurosaki Shun's mind in his own image. All of the hate that he'd held for Fusion Yuuri redirected and channeled towards with the XYZ dimension and those in it. It hadn't been that difficult. A memory block here, a tweak there.

But now he shook his head. "We'll need to train against them again later." He considered. He knew another step that he wanted to take now. It wouldn't be easy but he ached to find out just how far his control over Kurosaki extended. He'd tried once before and came so close… that was what led to this point.

Shun nodded, though Yuuri wasn't sure exactly how happy he was about this. At least he would listen. That was part of the subliminal programming – Yuuri's word was law.

Not the Professor's. Yuuri's. Yuuri had plans and Shun would be part of them. In due course.

Together they returned to Yuuri's personal quarters, Shun settling down on the couch at Yuuri's direction. On the way, Yuuri made up his mind. He did need to see just how thoroughly the mental training had taken hold. This was one of the better ways.

"Before this, I did some research into the other dimensions," Yuuri told him. Shun watched him carefully, drinking in every word that Yuuri uttered. "It appears that I – for a reason I haven't uncovered yet – have counterparts in the those dimensions. One each for XYZ, Synchro, and Standard."

"Counterparts?" Shun appeared to taste the word. Yuuri had done the same thing. He didn't like it.

"They look like me. In the face, at least. We all have different hair and eyes – and they use inferior summoning methods." Yuuri turned up his nose. "But I wanted you to know about them, before you saw one for yourself. You might get the wrong idea if you saw one without warning."

Yuuri settled next to him. Shun's eyes didn't leave him. As always he listened to every word Yuuri said. Tonight would be a very long night of instruction – carefully filtered information and preparing for what came next.

For seeing Yuuto again.

The End

Notes: Poor Shun. And even if there's a good ending, there is much pain to be had before that.