Chapitre 1: 1;WAYDE FAMILY.
The sun rose over the sprawling city of Tokyo, bathing the streets in a golden hue. Among the countless buildings stood an elegant house, nestled in a quiet neighborhood—a sight that caught the attention of anyone passing by. The Wayde family residence was no ordinary home; it was a masterpiece of architecture, blending modern design with a touch of timeless charm.
Surrounded by vibrant gardens, the mansion stood as a symbol of prosperity. The pathway to the entrance was flanked by perfectly trimmed hedges, blooming flowers, and fountains that sparkled in the morning light. The building itself was vast, with large glass windows that reflected the sunlight and gave glimpses of the luxurious interior. Ivy crept tastefully up the sides, a natural decoration against the pristine white walls.
Inside, the grandeur continued. The mansion boasted polished wooden floors, high ceilings adorned with chandeliers, and walls decorated with intricate paintings. Every room seemed to tell a story, from the grand dining hall with its massive table and gold-lined chairs to the cozy living room with its plush sofas and family portraits. This was the home of the Wayde family—a prosperous household whose wealth stemmed from their successful trade business.
The Waydes specialized in transferring goods abroad, a business that had flourished under the leadership of Mr. Wayde. With numerous warehouses across Japan, their name was synonymous with reliability and quality. It wasn't just their wealth that made them respected; it was their character. The family was widely known for their kindness, generosity, and dedication to their craft.
The household consisted of five members. Mr. Wayde, the head of the family, was a composed and charismatic man who handled business with a sharp mind. Ms. Wayde, his loving wife, was the heart of the home, ensuring everything ran smoothly. Their eldest son, Suki, was mature and responsible, often seen as the family's pride. The youngest, Zugi, was a lively child with a penchant for mischief. But in the middle of it all was Yugi Wayde—the destined one.
At 16, Yugi was a boy of remarkable talent. Outgoing and extroverted, he had a natural charisma that made him popular wherever he went. He was friendly, trustworthy, and full of energy. Despite his many virtues, Yugi had a knack for bending rules, often earning him the ire of his class teacher, Mr. Mochi. Yet even with his rebellious streak, Yugi's brilliance shone through—he was one of the top students in his school, a fact that even his detractors couldn't ignore.
This morning was special, though Yugi hadn't realized it yet. It was his 16th birthday, an event he won't look back at,in his future.
Upstairs, in one of the mansion's many rooms, Yugi lay sprawled on his bed, lost in a dream. The room reflected his personality—a mix of organized chaos. Posters of his favorite video games and anime adorned the walls, while books, gadgets, and clothes were scattered about. The only thing that stood out amidst the mess was a peculiar artifact sitting on his desk. It was a keyholder with intricate carvings, its jade surface glinting faintly in the sunlight streaming through the curtains.
Suddenly, the shrill sound of an alarm clock shattered the morning calm. Yugi stirred, groaning as he reached out to turn it off. His hand flailed in the air before he lost balance and tumbled off the bed.
"Ow!" he exclaimed, rubbing his head as he sat up on the floor. The alarm continued to blare, and Yugi quickly turned it off, squinting at the clock.
"What's the time?" he muttered groggily. His eyes widened as he read the numbers.
"What?!"
Panic set in as he scrambled to his feet, the realization hitting him like a freight train. "Oh no, oh no, I'm late!" he yelled, running to the window and yanking the curtains open. Sunlight flooded the room, momentarily blinding him.
Yugi dashed to the bathroom, moving with the speed of someone in a life-or-death situation. In just three minutes, he emerged, fully dressed in his signature black jacket, jeans, and a white-grey shirt. His black hair, with its distinctive white streak at the front, was as messy as ever—a look he preferred.
Grabbing his bag from the floor, Yugi bolted out of his room, nearly colliding with the doorframe in his haste. He sprinted down the hallway, his footsteps echoing in the vast mansion, and descended the grand staircase two steps at a time.
As he reached the sitting room near the kitchen, he was greeted by the sight of his parents. Ms. Wayde was busy preparing breakfast, her movements graceful and efficient, while Mr. Wayde sat on the sofa, engrossed in his phone.
"Late again," Ms. Wayde said, glancing at Yugi with a mix of exasperation and affection.
Yugi chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. "It's okay, Mom. It's still early… sort of."
He walked over to his father and said, "Good morning, Dad."
Mr. Wayde looked up briefly, smiling warmly. "Morning, son," he replied, his eyes returning to his phone.
Yugi then made his way to the kitchen, where the aroma of freshly cooked food made his stomach rumble. On the counter were plates of egg rolls, neatly arranged and glistening.
"Mmm, spring rolls," Yugi said, grabbing one and taking a bite. He stood by his mother, savoring the taste.
Ms. Wayde turned to him, handing him a neatly packed lunch. "Eat slowly," she said, her voice gentle but firm.
Yugi nodded, still chewing, and she reached up to fix his hair. "You're such a mess," she said, smoothing the stray strands.
"Mom, it's fine," Yugi protested, pulling back slightly. "I like it messy."
Ms. Wayde raised an eyebrow. "Just like how you like being late, huh?"
Yugi grumbled under his breath, thinking, "This is definitely Zugi's fault. He's getting back at me for last time.No doubt about it."
Ms. Wayde continued, "You know, this wouldn't happen if you didn't spend all your time on that game."
Before she could say more, Yugi grabbed his lunch and darted toward the door. "Bye, Mom! Don't want to be late again!" he called out, disappearing before she could respond.
Ms. Wayde sighed, watching him leave. Mr. Wayde walked over and put an arm around her shoulders. "Give him a little credit," he said with a smile. "At least he's trying."
"I'm just worried about him," she admitted, leaning against him. "He's at that age where anything can happen."
"Yugi's a great kid," Mr. Wayde reassured her. "He's our son, after all. Believe me, he'll be fine."
Ms. Wayde nodded, though a trace of concern lingered in her eyes. "I hope so," she said softly.
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