Eclipsed: Is anyone reading this?
Bakura: That is the most fucked up greeting I've heard!
Eclipsed: What? I was only curious!
Bakura: Just get on with it!
Eclipsed: You don't have to be so pushy! *grumbles*
Bakura: You're intolerable!
Eclipsed: *surprised* Do you even know what that words means?!
Disclaimer - I own nothing!
Warning - it's sort of Yami/Hikari's and S/J...Actually that's exactly what it is... You don't like, you don't read, simple really! And Anzu bashing galore!
Notes: The yami's have their own bodies and have to go to school with their hikari's, HAHA!
/.../ - Yami to Yugi
\...\ - Yugi to Yami
{...} - Bakura to Ryou
[ ...] - Ryou to Bakura
*
Yugi played nervously with the chain around his neck. At the moment it was empty, the soul that originally filled it was no where in sight, most likely still trying to figure out where his homeroom class was. He smiled to himself. Even without the ancient spirit inside of it, the puzzle still meant a whole lot to him, it always would.
He couldn't help but let his smile widen. The puzzle, that took a shape similar to an Egyptian pyramid, had meant so much to him, even in the beginning before all the events occurred. It was to be a momentum of his grandfather. That is, when he passed away.
But recent events had changed that all for Yugi. It would always remind him of his grandfather, but what had changed was the value of the item. He would never give it up, he would die first, and even then... It was something more than the item, or the gold that sparkled around it, or his grandpa's memories. It was...
"Good morning Yugi!" A high pitched, squeaky voiced screamed over the other classmate's morning conversations. A couple kids had stopped and turned to the source, already knowing whom it was, and dreading seeing 'it' so early in the morning.
"Good morning Anzu," Yugi replied good-naturedly, "I didn't know you were in this class!"
She giggled. "I didn't either! Oh this is great! I'm so glad I have a friend in my class, now we can talk, and pass notes, and-" she kept up her rambling, but Yugi had drifted right then and there. He wanted to keep up, but it was so damn hard! Her lips were moving and yet he couldn't hear a word coming from them. He couldn't help but wonder if she ever passed out from talking so damn fast!
As Anzu continued unknowingly kept rambling to herself, Yugi just smiled, hoping she would buy it. He didn't want to seem rude. But when he caught sight of brilliant colored hair that stood on end, all his concentration was suddenly thrown off course, and any care of her existence was thrown out the window.
He found himself starring at the doorway where the ancient spirit stood in confusion, allowing some of the classrooms elements to sink in. His case for carrying books was thrown casually over one shoulder, giving off a cool appearance. When he spotted his lighter half he smiled sweetly at him. He (Yugi) wasn't sure what it was, but his face suddenly grew warmer.
Anzu's gaze followed his, and in a brisk motion she was gone from Yugi's side and jumping up and down in front of the cool boy in the doorway.
"Hello Yami! How come you haven't returned my calls?!" Yami opened his mouth to come to a defense when Anzu continued on, "Oh well, it doesn't matter! We're friends Yami! And friends forgive! I forgive you! No hard feelings! WOW! I haven't talked to you in such a long time!"
Yami sighed and rolled his eyes. "Not long enough..." He mumbled, but it wasn't heard as Anzu continued her agonizing squeals of joy and delight, much to the horror of the few classmates gathered in the room and those ten classrooms down whom could hear her.
Yugi looked down at his schedule. It was something to do to keep his gaze from the pair across the room from him. He had almost forgotten that Anzu liked Yami, and Yami probably liked her back. This had always been Yugi's fate. Nobody liked, not in *that* way at least.
He hid the millenium puzzle in the pocket of his school jacket and traced imaginary lines and pictures around the paper that was separated from his pencil by plastic.
It wasn't fair! Why couldn't his yami like him back!?
"Hi Yugi." A kind, yet shy voice piped up. Yugi smiled, a bit sadly, but didn't look up from his unseen pictures.
"How are you Ryou?"
"Just fine. And how are you?" The British accented boy sat down in the empty desk beside him, opening up his new notebooks.
Yugi just took a deep breath, "fine."
Ryou stopped his preparation and looked at the shorter boy. "Are you sure? You don't sound 'fine' to me, is something bothering you, Yugi?"
Yugi's hand retreated to his side, being released from his trance, he shook his head allowing his blond bangs to back and forth in front of his eyes. "It's nothing." He looked over to his friend.
Ryou shook his head. "Does this have anything to do with Yami and Anzu?" A meek blush was his answer. "Don't worry about that Yugi, I know for a fact that Yami can't stand Anzu for more than one minute."
"Thanks for trying to cheer me up. But I think Yami likes her. And why shouldn't he? She's a better fit for him anyway."
Ryou looked down at his books, knowing there was no way to convince Yugi. Once he thought Anzu 'was a better fit' Ryou knew he was to out of reach.
"Anyway, where's your yami?" Yugi's smile returned now, and it seemed very difficult to think that there had ever been a frown upon his lips. That's what Ryou admired about his friend. He could pick himself up just like, and rarely doubted himself.
Ryou, on the other hand, found it hard to bounce back so quickly. He never thought that he had much heart. All he knew was that it was there, and that it worked occasionally.
"He's gotten a different homeroom. So I can't really keep him out of trouble. Poor teacher." Yugi giggled, while Ryou nodded in sympathy for the unknown victim.
Bakura wasn't a normal yami. Neither was Malik's yami, Marik, but that was beside the point. It was hard to constantly keep an eye on Bakura and a terrible strain at that. That was another thing that was difference between Yugi and him, their yami's. Yugi had been blessed with Yami, the ancient pharaoh who had been locked within the millenium puzzle. Yami was kind enough, sensible, dependable, and best of all, considerate of his hikari.
Ryou hadn't been so lucky after all. He had received Bakura in the millenium ring and he wasn't at all like Yami. In his previous life, Bakura had been a tomb robber, bent on revenge against Yami. He was dangerous, a troublemaker, and worst of all oblivious to his hikari.
That's what annoyed Ryou most about his yami. He didn't care. The only time he realized Ryou was there was when he needed something. Why couldn't Bakura just care?
Yugi saw how his friend seemed to had drifted, and decided it best to change the subject. "What do you have next?"
Ryou only looked down at his binder. His schedule lay there on top of many unwritten on papers. He had to narrow his eyes slightly to be able to read the small typed up letters that were scratched onto the paper. "I got Physical Education with Mr. Tarantino, Bakura's got art a few classes down from the gym so he can't cause much mayhem, what about you?"
Yugi starred up at the ceiling, squinting at it. He was racking his mind to remember the words, which he had stayed up trying to etch into his mind. He hadn't been able to sleep with growing anticipation of the morning. "I believe it's Chorus with Mrs. Anderson." He made a face at the white plaster as if the answer would just suddenly form. Of course it didn't. Taking a peek down at his schedule he smiled, finding that he had been quite accurate.
"I have that next semester. Bakura and Yami are in my class," He gave Yugi an uncharacteristically evil grin, knowing of the boys affection. Ryou was satisfied when a light pink color crossed Yugi's face.
"You're acting as if I'm obsessed with Yami."
"I thought you were." Yugi turned red at his comment. There had been times when he'd ramble on about his yami, but that didn't mean he was obsessed, right?
He was in desperation to switch the subject once more. And if he could, he would push Ryou into the spotlight. He just needed one slip up from the white haired hikari, and then he'd place him in the same situation.
"What about third period?"
Ryou just smiled all knowingly, and then answered simply, "Biology, Ms. Juliano."
"That's great, so am I!"
"Bakura's in there as well, and so is Jounouchi." Yugi smiled, he had wanted to know if he'd have any friends in his classes. "How about fourth?"
"Let's see," Yugi went back to starring at the ceiling again. Still no answer appeared to him. "Math, Wilson."
"I've got Technology, Cimachowski. Bakura's going to be in your class."
"I have Cimachowski fifth."
"I have Rahbahr for math fifth. I think Jou is in your class. Bakura has Physical Education but with Mr. Murphy."
"What do you have for sixth?"
"I have Ms. FitzPatrick for both sixth and seventh. Bakura's in that class too, and I'm not sure, but I think Yami and Jou do too."
"Great! I have her too! I heard that she's nice." Yugi's smile intensified. He was glad to share most of his classes with his friends. But then again... His hand began to trace those imaginary figures once again. They seemed to be his only way to get away from reality at the moment. "Too bad Yami already likes Anzu. I wish he could like me." The tears of self-pity were already glimmering on his lashes.
Ryou could only stare at his friend in sympathy. He wasn't sure what it was like to have feelings for somebody but accuse them of liking somebody that they honestly couldn't tolerate. He knew it tore up his friend, he truly liked Yami.
Those kinds of feelings did give you some doubt and confusion. Ryou knew all to well. His yami didn't care at all for him, not at all. Yes, he liked his yami. He found no problem with it, except the fact that Bakura would never feel the way he did. If he had ever found out he would surely become disgusted with him and most likely leave without another word. He sighed inwardly. Was he cursed?
He never told his friends though. It wasn't that he didn't trust them, he did, but incase anything happened, he wouldn't receive false and pathetic sympathy from anyone. He didn't like sympathy.
Damn. He was beginning to sound like Bakura.
"It's alright Yugi! You'll see, I bet Yami likes you back just as much!" Ryou did the best to comfort his friend. He didn't know for a fact that Yami liked him, but he had suspected it for a while.
"Thanks Ryou, but I still think he likes Anzu." Ryou nodded to his friend.
"Maybe," Ryou stated truthfully, "or perhaps he likes you. You never know."
"Class! I'm not going to ask you again, please sit down!" A shaky voice roared over the room, and it wasn't Anzu's squeaks. Ryou and Yugi tore themselves away from their conversation in order to see the male whom was apparently their teacher. He was towering over a trapezoid table, with papers scattered in every direction possible.
It was obvious he had woken up early enough to reach his class on time, though his attempt had been futile since the bell had rung over five minutes ago. He didn't seem quick to anger either, but was exasperated and annoyed already from pure exhaustion.
His eyes were a light brown which added a nice contrast with his rich dark black hair. He was skinny, but not in the anorexic way. His face was youthful, giving him the appearance of a man in his early thirties, or quite possibly his late twenties. He wasn't tall, but wasn't short. If it weren't for his tie and the rest of his attire, on would believe that he was just another student.
That had probably been why nobody had paid much attention in the first place. He sighed when all the kids that occupied the room sat in the seating of their choice. Unfortunately for Yugi, Yami chose the seat behind him, and Anzu took up the empty one on his right.
"Thank you. I wanted to begin with the attendance." He paused for a second and looked at all his students through his clear glasses. "Ryou Bakura."
"Here," Ryou whispered in a whispery voice, too shy for his own good sometimes. The teacher marked him off and nodded in acknowledgement.
( After the attendance, cause nothing important happens.)
"Good... Only one person is absent..." The teacher amused out loud as he marked down the last kid's presence. The teacher took one more glimpse around the classroom in nervousness. He was probably new, and wasn't as experienced at first days as other teachers were. "You can just call me Mr. Pepe..." His sentence drifted off as he looked down at the papers on his trapezoid table.
"This is great!" Ryou and Yugi could hear Anzu shriek out loud enough for half the room to hear, but quiet enough so that Mr. Pepe wouldn't yell at her. " So many friends in this class! YAY! Friendship rocks you know that? I love you all! Yes I do!"
"Go try out for cheerleading." Yami groaned, dusting the piece of cloth that she had recently put her hand on.
"Really? You think I have potential? You're so sweet Yami! I knew you cared!"
Yugi sighed sadly, and Ryou gave him a comforting smile. Yami perked up at this exchange, not comprehending what it was to upset his aibou.
/ What is wrong hikari?/ Yugi straightened at the voice in his mind.
\ Nothing Yami, I swear!\ This made Yami more suspicious, but he did not pursue any further.
"I will be your history teacher for the remainder of this year..." Mr. Pepe continued on, all the while starring absently at his feet, finding the floor more interesting than his students. " But I think you have already figured that out by now... There's no work to be done, and I still have to make tomorrows plans. So please, talk amongst yourselves. Just don't talk to loudly." He scurried off to sit as his other desk, a large rectangular metal one.
The students just starred at him warily. None them understood how he could have gotten the job, he must have been hired right out of college!
There was only a few more minutes of silence left, just before half the room filled with conversation. The three (Yami, Yugi and Ryou) shared the same dumbfounded expressions just as Anzu broke out into cheer. "We can talk guys! That's good! Talking amongst friends is a good thing! The lines of communication are open! Isn't that great?"
Yugi and Ryou both turned to the front of the room quickly. Yugi was keen on friendship, but the way Anzu handed out speeches right and left made him want to rethink it all sometimes.
"Don't you just like friendship Yami?"
"...Yeah..."
"Isn't it great?"
"Just great."
"Could you tell a friend anything?"
"Yeah."
"Are we friends?"
"No-yeah..."
"That's fantastic!"
"Yes, fantastic," was Yami's dull reply as he starred longingly at the fake wooded desk. Oh how much he wanted to hit his head against it and pass out at that moment.
"I pity the people who don't have friends, it must be lonely!"
"I imagine. Yugi!" He waited until the tri-haired boy turned to him, questions flashing through his eyes, but none were asked, or attempted through their mind link. "What class do you have next?" The former pharaoh asked almost desperately.
"Chorus. Why?" The innocence radiating from him was almost too much for Yami to turn away from, but for the sake of his sanity he countered on Ryou. " What about you?"
"Gym class."
"And the thief?"
"Art." This answer relieved Yami greatly as he sunk back in his seat, hearing the last of Anzu's friendship rant of the day.
It's amazing, Yugi mused, how Ryou practically knows Bakura's entire schedule.
And then revenge peaked up in his mind.
"Could you recite Bakura's classes, class for class, hour for hour?"
Ryou gave him a questioning glare. "What are you get at?"
"Did you, or did you not memorize Bakura's classes?" This accusation turned the pale boy extremely red.
"N-no. Of course not!"
Yugi gave a fake gasp. "Ryou! Do you like Bakura?" This only made him turn a darker shade of red.
"N-no."
"You're stuttering! You do, don't you?" Ryou groaned as Yugi's curiosity continued growing with each question, and it only forced a deeper blush on the white haired boy.
Ryou didn't usually mind Yugi's innocent questions. But at this moment, when the tables were turned on him about a certain secret, he suddenly minded. And there was only one way to get Yugi's mind off him...
And that was answering his questions.
With a light nod, Ryou indicated yes to Yugi and then starred down at his schedule, suddenly knowing how the teacher felt.
Yugi smiled smugly. "I thought so."
Ryou groaned once more. Did that mean he was obvious?
"Please, not a word?"
"I promise!" Yugi reassured his nervous friend with a smile... But wasn't Biology and English going to be fun?
Ryou inhaled with relief, now only realizing he wasn't breathing properly.
{Um....... Hikari?}
[What is it yami?]
{What's detention?}
[It means you got in trouble and you have to stay after school for an hour or until the teacher says you can go home. Why do you ask?]
{...I think I got into trouble...}
Ryou's eye twitched. How could his yami already get a detention on the first day?! He regarded the clock on the wall. It wasn't even a half an hour into school!
*
Eclipsed: Alright, please review ^_^ Tell me if I should continue! I know it's probably stupid and all, but it's sort of a prologue thingy...Next chapter will sort of be from the points of views of Jou and Malik, and Seto and Marik will be in it or mentioned. So will the others, of course!
Bakura: What about me?
Eclipsed: I said the others! Your going to be in it too Bakura! Do you think I'd leave you out?
Bakura: I was hoping...
Eclipsed: The plot really hasn't begun yet-
Bakura: * You* have a plot?
Eclipsed: * Ignoring him* Alright, please press the shiny purple button! C'mon ya know ya wanna! And leave a nice review! I'll write the next Chapter A.S.A.P if I get plenty of good reviews XD!
Bakura: That is the most fucked up greeting I've heard!
Eclipsed: What? I was only curious!
Bakura: Just get on with it!
Eclipsed: You don't have to be so pushy! *grumbles*
Bakura: You're intolerable!
Eclipsed: *surprised* Do you even know what that words means?!
Disclaimer - I own nothing!
Warning - it's sort of Yami/Hikari's and S/J...Actually that's exactly what it is... You don't like, you don't read, simple really! And Anzu bashing galore!
Notes: The yami's have their own bodies and have to go to school with their hikari's, HAHA!
/.../ - Yami to Yugi
\...\ - Yugi to Yami
{...} - Bakura to Ryou
[ ...] - Ryou to Bakura
*
Yugi played nervously with the chain around his neck. At the moment it was empty, the soul that originally filled it was no where in sight, most likely still trying to figure out where his homeroom class was. He smiled to himself. Even without the ancient spirit inside of it, the puzzle still meant a whole lot to him, it always would.
He couldn't help but let his smile widen. The puzzle, that took a shape similar to an Egyptian pyramid, had meant so much to him, even in the beginning before all the events occurred. It was to be a momentum of his grandfather. That is, when he passed away.
But recent events had changed that all for Yugi. It would always remind him of his grandfather, but what had changed was the value of the item. He would never give it up, he would die first, and even then... It was something more than the item, or the gold that sparkled around it, or his grandpa's memories. It was...
"Good morning Yugi!" A high pitched, squeaky voiced screamed over the other classmate's morning conversations. A couple kids had stopped and turned to the source, already knowing whom it was, and dreading seeing 'it' so early in the morning.
"Good morning Anzu," Yugi replied good-naturedly, "I didn't know you were in this class!"
She giggled. "I didn't either! Oh this is great! I'm so glad I have a friend in my class, now we can talk, and pass notes, and-" she kept up her rambling, but Yugi had drifted right then and there. He wanted to keep up, but it was so damn hard! Her lips were moving and yet he couldn't hear a word coming from them. He couldn't help but wonder if she ever passed out from talking so damn fast!
As Anzu continued unknowingly kept rambling to herself, Yugi just smiled, hoping she would buy it. He didn't want to seem rude. But when he caught sight of brilliant colored hair that stood on end, all his concentration was suddenly thrown off course, and any care of her existence was thrown out the window.
He found himself starring at the doorway where the ancient spirit stood in confusion, allowing some of the classrooms elements to sink in. His case for carrying books was thrown casually over one shoulder, giving off a cool appearance. When he spotted his lighter half he smiled sweetly at him. He (Yugi) wasn't sure what it was, but his face suddenly grew warmer.
Anzu's gaze followed his, and in a brisk motion she was gone from Yugi's side and jumping up and down in front of the cool boy in the doorway.
"Hello Yami! How come you haven't returned my calls?!" Yami opened his mouth to come to a defense when Anzu continued on, "Oh well, it doesn't matter! We're friends Yami! And friends forgive! I forgive you! No hard feelings! WOW! I haven't talked to you in such a long time!"
Yami sighed and rolled his eyes. "Not long enough..." He mumbled, but it wasn't heard as Anzu continued her agonizing squeals of joy and delight, much to the horror of the few classmates gathered in the room and those ten classrooms down whom could hear her.
Yugi looked down at his schedule. It was something to do to keep his gaze from the pair across the room from him. He had almost forgotten that Anzu liked Yami, and Yami probably liked her back. This had always been Yugi's fate. Nobody liked, not in *that* way at least.
He hid the millenium puzzle in the pocket of his school jacket and traced imaginary lines and pictures around the paper that was separated from his pencil by plastic.
It wasn't fair! Why couldn't his yami like him back!?
"Hi Yugi." A kind, yet shy voice piped up. Yugi smiled, a bit sadly, but didn't look up from his unseen pictures.
"How are you Ryou?"
"Just fine. And how are you?" The British accented boy sat down in the empty desk beside him, opening up his new notebooks.
Yugi just took a deep breath, "fine."
Ryou stopped his preparation and looked at the shorter boy. "Are you sure? You don't sound 'fine' to me, is something bothering you, Yugi?"
Yugi's hand retreated to his side, being released from his trance, he shook his head allowing his blond bangs to back and forth in front of his eyes. "It's nothing." He looked over to his friend.
Ryou shook his head. "Does this have anything to do with Yami and Anzu?" A meek blush was his answer. "Don't worry about that Yugi, I know for a fact that Yami can't stand Anzu for more than one minute."
"Thanks for trying to cheer me up. But I think Yami likes her. And why shouldn't he? She's a better fit for him anyway."
Ryou looked down at his books, knowing there was no way to convince Yugi. Once he thought Anzu 'was a better fit' Ryou knew he was to out of reach.
"Anyway, where's your yami?" Yugi's smile returned now, and it seemed very difficult to think that there had ever been a frown upon his lips. That's what Ryou admired about his friend. He could pick himself up just like, and rarely doubted himself.
Ryou, on the other hand, found it hard to bounce back so quickly. He never thought that he had much heart. All he knew was that it was there, and that it worked occasionally.
"He's gotten a different homeroom. So I can't really keep him out of trouble. Poor teacher." Yugi giggled, while Ryou nodded in sympathy for the unknown victim.
Bakura wasn't a normal yami. Neither was Malik's yami, Marik, but that was beside the point. It was hard to constantly keep an eye on Bakura and a terrible strain at that. That was another thing that was difference between Yugi and him, their yami's. Yugi had been blessed with Yami, the ancient pharaoh who had been locked within the millenium puzzle. Yami was kind enough, sensible, dependable, and best of all, considerate of his hikari.
Ryou hadn't been so lucky after all. He had received Bakura in the millenium ring and he wasn't at all like Yami. In his previous life, Bakura had been a tomb robber, bent on revenge against Yami. He was dangerous, a troublemaker, and worst of all oblivious to his hikari.
That's what annoyed Ryou most about his yami. He didn't care. The only time he realized Ryou was there was when he needed something. Why couldn't Bakura just care?
Yugi saw how his friend seemed to had drifted, and decided it best to change the subject. "What do you have next?"
Ryou only looked down at his binder. His schedule lay there on top of many unwritten on papers. He had to narrow his eyes slightly to be able to read the small typed up letters that were scratched onto the paper. "I got Physical Education with Mr. Tarantino, Bakura's got art a few classes down from the gym so he can't cause much mayhem, what about you?"
Yugi starred up at the ceiling, squinting at it. He was racking his mind to remember the words, which he had stayed up trying to etch into his mind. He hadn't been able to sleep with growing anticipation of the morning. "I believe it's Chorus with Mrs. Anderson." He made a face at the white plaster as if the answer would just suddenly form. Of course it didn't. Taking a peek down at his schedule he smiled, finding that he had been quite accurate.
"I have that next semester. Bakura and Yami are in my class," He gave Yugi an uncharacteristically evil grin, knowing of the boys affection. Ryou was satisfied when a light pink color crossed Yugi's face.
"You're acting as if I'm obsessed with Yami."
"I thought you were." Yugi turned red at his comment. There had been times when he'd ramble on about his yami, but that didn't mean he was obsessed, right?
He was in desperation to switch the subject once more. And if he could, he would push Ryou into the spotlight. He just needed one slip up from the white haired hikari, and then he'd place him in the same situation.
"What about third period?"
Ryou just smiled all knowingly, and then answered simply, "Biology, Ms. Juliano."
"That's great, so am I!"
"Bakura's in there as well, and so is Jounouchi." Yugi smiled, he had wanted to know if he'd have any friends in his classes. "How about fourth?"
"Let's see," Yugi went back to starring at the ceiling again. Still no answer appeared to him. "Math, Wilson."
"I've got Technology, Cimachowski. Bakura's going to be in your class."
"I have Cimachowski fifth."
"I have Rahbahr for math fifth. I think Jou is in your class. Bakura has Physical Education but with Mr. Murphy."
"What do you have for sixth?"
"I have Ms. FitzPatrick for both sixth and seventh. Bakura's in that class too, and I'm not sure, but I think Yami and Jou do too."
"Great! I have her too! I heard that she's nice." Yugi's smile intensified. He was glad to share most of his classes with his friends. But then again... His hand began to trace those imaginary figures once again. They seemed to be his only way to get away from reality at the moment. "Too bad Yami already likes Anzu. I wish he could like me." The tears of self-pity were already glimmering on his lashes.
Ryou could only stare at his friend in sympathy. He wasn't sure what it was like to have feelings for somebody but accuse them of liking somebody that they honestly couldn't tolerate. He knew it tore up his friend, he truly liked Yami.
Those kinds of feelings did give you some doubt and confusion. Ryou knew all to well. His yami didn't care at all for him, not at all. Yes, he liked his yami. He found no problem with it, except the fact that Bakura would never feel the way he did. If he had ever found out he would surely become disgusted with him and most likely leave without another word. He sighed inwardly. Was he cursed?
He never told his friends though. It wasn't that he didn't trust them, he did, but incase anything happened, he wouldn't receive false and pathetic sympathy from anyone. He didn't like sympathy.
Damn. He was beginning to sound like Bakura.
"It's alright Yugi! You'll see, I bet Yami likes you back just as much!" Ryou did the best to comfort his friend. He didn't know for a fact that Yami liked him, but he had suspected it for a while.
"Thanks Ryou, but I still think he likes Anzu." Ryou nodded to his friend.
"Maybe," Ryou stated truthfully, "or perhaps he likes you. You never know."
"Class! I'm not going to ask you again, please sit down!" A shaky voice roared over the room, and it wasn't Anzu's squeaks. Ryou and Yugi tore themselves away from their conversation in order to see the male whom was apparently their teacher. He was towering over a trapezoid table, with papers scattered in every direction possible.
It was obvious he had woken up early enough to reach his class on time, though his attempt had been futile since the bell had rung over five minutes ago. He didn't seem quick to anger either, but was exasperated and annoyed already from pure exhaustion.
His eyes were a light brown which added a nice contrast with his rich dark black hair. He was skinny, but not in the anorexic way. His face was youthful, giving him the appearance of a man in his early thirties, or quite possibly his late twenties. He wasn't tall, but wasn't short. If it weren't for his tie and the rest of his attire, on would believe that he was just another student.
That had probably been why nobody had paid much attention in the first place. He sighed when all the kids that occupied the room sat in the seating of their choice. Unfortunately for Yugi, Yami chose the seat behind him, and Anzu took up the empty one on his right.
"Thank you. I wanted to begin with the attendance." He paused for a second and looked at all his students through his clear glasses. "Ryou Bakura."
"Here," Ryou whispered in a whispery voice, too shy for his own good sometimes. The teacher marked him off and nodded in acknowledgement.
( After the attendance, cause nothing important happens.)
"Good... Only one person is absent..." The teacher amused out loud as he marked down the last kid's presence. The teacher took one more glimpse around the classroom in nervousness. He was probably new, and wasn't as experienced at first days as other teachers were. "You can just call me Mr. Pepe..." His sentence drifted off as he looked down at the papers on his trapezoid table.
"This is great!" Ryou and Yugi could hear Anzu shriek out loud enough for half the room to hear, but quiet enough so that Mr. Pepe wouldn't yell at her. " So many friends in this class! YAY! Friendship rocks you know that? I love you all! Yes I do!"
"Go try out for cheerleading." Yami groaned, dusting the piece of cloth that she had recently put her hand on.
"Really? You think I have potential? You're so sweet Yami! I knew you cared!"
Yugi sighed sadly, and Ryou gave him a comforting smile. Yami perked up at this exchange, not comprehending what it was to upset his aibou.
/ What is wrong hikari?/ Yugi straightened at the voice in his mind.
\ Nothing Yami, I swear!\ This made Yami more suspicious, but he did not pursue any further.
"I will be your history teacher for the remainder of this year..." Mr. Pepe continued on, all the while starring absently at his feet, finding the floor more interesting than his students. " But I think you have already figured that out by now... There's no work to be done, and I still have to make tomorrows plans. So please, talk amongst yourselves. Just don't talk to loudly." He scurried off to sit as his other desk, a large rectangular metal one.
The students just starred at him warily. None them understood how he could have gotten the job, he must have been hired right out of college!
There was only a few more minutes of silence left, just before half the room filled with conversation. The three (Yami, Yugi and Ryou) shared the same dumbfounded expressions just as Anzu broke out into cheer. "We can talk guys! That's good! Talking amongst friends is a good thing! The lines of communication are open! Isn't that great?"
Yugi and Ryou both turned to the front of the room quickly. Yugi was keen on friendship, but the way Anzu handed out speeches right and left made him want to rethink it all sometimes.
"Don't you just like friendship Yami?"
"...Yeah..."
"Isn't it great?"
"Just great."
"Could you tell a friend anything?"
"Yeah."
"Are we friends?"
"No-yeah..."
"That's fantastic!"
"Yes, fantastic," was Yami's dull reply as he starred longingly at the fake wooded desk. Oh how much he wanted to hit his head against it and pass out at that moment.
"I pity the people who don't have friends, it must be lonely!"
"I imagine. Yugi!" He waited until the tri-haired boy turned to him, questions flashing through his eyes, but none were asked, or attempted through their mind link. "What class do you have next?" The former pharaoh asked almost desperately.
"Chorus. Why?" The innocence radiating from him was almost too much for Yami to turn away from, but for the sake of his sanity he countered on Ryou. " What about you?"
"Gym class."
"And the thief?"
"Art." This answer relieved Yami greatly as he sunk back in his seat, hearing the last of Anzu's friendship rant of the day.
It's amazing, Yugi mused, how Ryou practically knows Bakura's entire schedule.
And then revenge peaked up in his mind.
"Could you recite Bakura's classes, class for class, hour for hour?"
Ryou gave him a questioning glare. "What are you get at?"
"Did you, or did you not memorize Bakura's classes?" This accusation turned the pale boy extremely red.
"N-no. Of course not!"
Yugi gave a fake gasp. "Ryou! Do you like Bakura?" This only made him turn a darker shade of red.
"N-no."
"You're stuttering! You do, don't you?" Ryou groaned as Yugi's curiosity continued growing with each question, and it only forced a deeper blush on the white haired boy.
Ryou didn't usually mind Yugi's innocent questions. But at this moment, when the tables were turned on him about a certain secret, he suddenly minded. And there was only one way to get Yugi's mind off him...
And that was answering his questions.
With a light nod, Ryou indicated yes to Yugi and then starred down at his schedule, suddenly knowing how the teacher felt.
Yugi smiled smugly. "I thought so."
Ryou groaned once more. Did that mean he was obvious?
"Please, not a word?"
"I promise!" Yugi reassured his nervous friend with a smile... But wasn't Biology and English going to be fun?
Ryou inhaled with relief, now only realizing he wasn't breathing properly.
{Um....... Hikari?}
[What is it yami?]
{What's detention?}
[It means you got in trouble and you have to stay after school for an hour or until the teacher says you can go home. Why do you ask?]
{...I think I got into trouble...}
Ryou's eye twitched. How could his yami already get a detention on the first day?! He regarded the clock on the wall. It wasn't even a half an hour into school!
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Eclipsed: Alright, please review ^_^ Tell me if I should continue! I know it's probably stupid and all, but it's sort of a prologue thingy...Next chapter will sort of be from the points of views of Jou and Malik, and Seto and Marik will be in it or mentioned. So will the others, of course!
Bakura: What about me?
Eclipsed: I said the others! Your going to be in it too Bakura! Do you think I'd leave you out?
Bakura: I was hoping...
Eclipsed: The plot really hasn't begun yet-
Bakura: * You* have a plot?
Eclipsed: * Ignoring him* Alright, please press the shiny purple button! C'mon ya know ya wanna! And leave a nice review! I'll write the next Chapter A.S.A.P if I get plenty of good reviews XD!