This story came about because I was feeling frustrated with the lack of Female Syrus fics. I also wanted to bring something new to the mix. I listened to Adele's song and thought of this. I am a bit of a yaoi fangirl and I always had a soft spot for Syrus and Chazz pairings (Angel shipping). I was also inspired from watching Boys over Flowers/Hana Yori Dango. Such a cute anime.

Summary: in a short period, Syrus "Seri" Truesdale goes from underprivileged city girl to wealthy aristocrat's daughter. Watch how she juggles with living the high life, mending broken friendships, dealing with contemptuous relatives, and even finding love along the way. (Syrus/Chazz)

Set Fire To The Rain: A Yu-gi-Oh!GX Fanfiction

Chapter 1: Introductions and Beginnings

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Syrus P.O.V.

Let us all pretend we are sitting for a cup of tea or something. I am here regaling you with stories about my life which some would either brush it off or just laugh it off as a joke. In the past I would have too had it not been true. It is one where I Seri Tanaka, otherwise known as Syrus Truesdale to all went from underprivileged young orphan girl to the daughter of a wealthy aristocrat's daughter. Now many of you are probably thinking of how lucky I am which in turn is the complete opposite. For answers why, you will have to listen from the very beginning.

As I said before my name is/was Seri Nadia Tanaka. My true name as you know is Syrus Truesdale. The name Truesdale is a household name that can get you linked up to a whole world of connections. Basically they are what people would refer to as "old money". However, I would like to get on to more important things and talk about the events of my life. From the time I was a baby I had lived with my mother in Okinawa; the crime world of Japan's underground or at least it known to those more ignorant individuals. Despite such it was our home. My mother Reina Tanaka was an absolutely beautiful woman; petite figure, fair peach skin, long sapphire hair that went down in waves to her lower back, silvery blue eyes and a cute pointy nose. I am just like her save that I have silver eyes, shoulder-length sapphire hair and ridiculously pale skin. Up until her death, men left and right attempted to court her. She refused them all saying she wanted to focus on me. To be honest, I am glad she decided not to remarry as many of those guys wanted her for either her looks or her body or just didn't want an immediate family via; didn't want me in the picture. It did not matter as according to her, I was enough. Although, her eyes would tell a different story. There were times I would catch her staring out the window and sometimes, she would even start tear up. It wasn't until later on I would find out why.

My mother worked hard for both of us. It kept us out of the slums and we were able to live comfortably. That was until I reached the tender age of 12 when it all fell apart. I was at baseball practice when my coach pulled me to the side to tell me my mother had been sent to the hospital. In a rush of panic, I immediately packed up my things and headed to the hospital where she was driven to. It was there I had received the horrible news: my mother had cancer and only had about several months to live. I was shocked beyond words. My beautiful mother…was due to die any moment. Those months were the longest and saddest. I watched as my mother, my only known family deteriorated right before my eyes. I was already an emotional mess by the time she passed. My best friend ditched me all of a sudden without explaining and now this. At last on February 8th just shy of my first year of Junior High, my mother passed away. It was the last I would ever know of true happiness. Soon after, I was put into that ridiculous joke of a foster system. One of my first homes, I was sent to live with a coworker of my mom's. Her name was Niko and needless to say, living with that bitch was hell. My room was a small square room with one window and just a mattress, no frame. The only possessions I had were of pictures of my mother and my on and off again boyfriend, Adrian. The other few possessions I had, I hid for fear Niko would try to sell them for drugs. Niko would often kick me out of my apartment and bring home different men. I think it was more out of fear that I would try to steal them, which was complete bullshit. If that wasn't bad enough, she openly did drugs and drank along with spend money luxuries on herself, leaving me with zip. To compensate, I would take part time jobs after school to support myself. I even took self defense lessons from a guy who owned his won dojo. At first he was reluctant to take me on since I was young and I probably couldn't handle it. But once I told him of my home situation, he agreed and I was able to learn things to defend myself with. Living in such a neighborhood as I did, I learned to fight off thugs, bullies, rapist, and Niko's drunken tirades. This went on for two more years until one night. I was asleep in my room when one of Niko's little flings got bored with her and decided to see what I had to offer. I woke up to said guy on top of me trying to shed off my clothes along with his. I did everything my judo teacher taught me, I screamed, I kicked, I punched but the guy only laughed it off. Just as he was pulling off his pants, I grabbed the nearest thing I could find. I picked up a shed of broken glass and slashed the man across the face. As he clutched his face in pain, I picked up a lead pipe and began beating him with it until he was broken and bloody. I would have killed him had the police not broken down the door. The last thing I remember was being arrested for assault and an hysterical Niko screaming wildly at me.

I was removed from Niko's care. The bitch had the nerve saying I was a menace and danger to polite society. Of course, I knew she was just jealous that I had stolen one of her flings. Screw you, you psycho bitch. Sometime later, I was placed in a reformatory school for young girls. It was a place where delinquents like me went to become proper young ladies. The school itself was not so bad as far as education and food goes. It was the fact that there was hoity toity bitch acting like she owned the place. Her name was Miru. She looked to be the red head version of Niko who had black hair. Anyways, she was head of a group of girls whose main hobby was bullying some of the weaker girls. It was a mistake on her part to think she could take me on since I was small. Boy, did she learn the hard way. With a quick shove, the girl fell out of the five story building onto a trashcan lid. As for the rest of her clique, well let's just say that an army without its leader falls apart. I was expelled from that school and placed into a detention center where my next assault charge came about.

My caseworker had offered to take me out to a ritzy restaurant. I of course jumped since after a while detention center food is tiresome and albeit disgusting. While there, as I was eating my favorite meal (consisting of cheese stuffed ravioli with alfredo sauce and parmesan cheese with a side of salad), my caseworker decided to flirt with me. I asked him to stop as he kept on trying to play footsies and grab my hand. In an act of rage and impatience, I picked up a fork and dug it right into his right forearm causing him to scream. A witness saw this and called the police. I sometimes think that if he had saw what was actually going on, he would have stood by my defense.

As a result, my stay at the detention center was raised up to a whole year until I was put into a brand new couple. They were a couple who had no children of their own and were desperate to have a new addition. The wife's name was Kaori who worked as cleaning lady. She was a nice young lady with flaxen hair and worked as cleaning lady. Her husband, Roku worked as a security guard for a small law firm. I liked living with Kaori. Her husband…not so much. The guy Roku had a whole list of mental health issues and would often take his anger out on his wife. It made little sense as to why such a nice woman like Kaori would be married to such a guy like him. Well, at least it was better than living in that foster system. All would soon change one night. Kaori and I were helping to prepare dinner for when that guy came home. Roku burst in through the door, especially drunk and began shouting and banging a tirade. He then began hitting on her. I attempted to fight the man off but I was only shoved off to the side. I was scared thinking Kaori was about to die since she was looking pretty worse for wears. Without much hesitation, I grabbed the pan that was full of hot oil and threw it on him making him stop. Originally, the police wanted to have me tried for attempted murder as an adult but since I was a minor, my sentence was reduced to assault. So yet again, I was placed back into the detention center until three months later, I was released. Kaori was made my official guardian after having recovered from her coma and divorcing Roku.

Kaori had hired a lawyer to get me out of the detention center and having explained the situation. The courts agreed on the condition that I stay out of trouble and all that bull. I had lived with her since. Most people when they see me, think me to be a delinquent, a whore, a weirdo, or even a dreg of polite society. They could never guess that despite my continuous legal offenses that I am an A student scoring top of my class, even having made access to honor classes meant for upper classmen, a virgin, and a hard worker trying to earn a decent wage so I can make a better life for myself and graduate from a top university. Others would perceive me as a weirdo or exotic for my looks. I could care less. Yet that does not begin to tip the iceberg for having been judged and such.

I am the illegitimate eldest daughter of the head of the Truesdale Family and heiress. The family itself believes me to be a stain on their pristine lineage and such. Since, I am the child of the other woman and a result of my father's affair on his wife that makes me all the more loathsome. To hell with all of them. I would rather be back in that blasted neighborhood working two jobs and fighting off thugs in my neighborhood. I refuse to idly stand by while those pretentious jerks badmouth my mother. It was like my mother was a whore and forced herself upon my father. A load of bull if you ask me. Now many of you are asking what any of this has to do with the story. This story takes a rather sordid turn on a warm day in March when I was just 15 and a half.

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