Hello, dear readers, this is the author. I'm happy to announce that the revision of this story (titled "Abysmal Games") has been posted! As a treat for those of you who have been patiently waiting, though, here's a little preview :)
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Chapter 1: The Yamis Are Back!
It was a quiet, dreary day in Domino City. A soft drizzle was beginning to soak the ground, while a thin fog blanketed the city. The sun occasionally peeked through the thick clouds, but was quickly swallowed up again by the thick ensemble.
School had begun about 5 minutes earlier.
Within the high school, a tall teenage boy with spiked - yet somewhat droopy - three-colored hair sat at a desk. He had his arms crossed upon the edge of it, and he was staring rather intently at the pen that laid upon some papers. He seemed expectant, like he was waiting for it to do something. After a moment or two of staring, the pen floated up off the desk, shaking as it began to ascend. A small black stone hanging from a string around his neck pulsed as it happened.
The boy was so intent on watching the pen and keeping it afloat where it was a few centimetres off the surface of the desk, that he didn't notice three people shuffling awkwardly into the classroom. At the teacher's insistence, they each introduced themselves in turn.
The first, who looked very much like the boy watching the pen, spoke first. "Greetings. I am Yami Atemu. It is a pleasure to be here." The sentence was punctuated by a curt bow.
The sitting boy seemed startled. He narrowly avoided letting the pen drop onto the desk, and although he gave the appearance of paying attention only to the pen, only a fraction of his concentration remained away from the three men at the front of the room.
The second student, who also bore a resemblance to another already in the class, spoke next. He was tall and only a shade or two darker than the one he resembled, with a large scar beneath his eye. "I am Bakura Akefia. Don't bother me, and I won't have to hurt you." Across the room, the student he resembled looked up from his book. Clearly he was intrigued.
The final student yet again resembled one already in the class. This one was caramel skinned, with wild hair and lilac eyes. "I'm Marik Ishtar." He grinned, a mad gleam in his eyes. "Just stay out of my way."
The one he resembled kept his eyes trained firmly on his desk, a tremble running through him.
The teacher then assigned them to their seats, choosing to seat them next to the boys they resembled - Yugi Muto, Ryou Bakura, and Malik Ishtar - mostly because she thought it would be funny to seat them there. They looked so alike, she almost thought they could be related - especially Malik and Marik. They even had the same last name.
However, Yugi, Ryou, and Malik seemed… Less than pleased with her decision. She found it strange, since none of them ever displayed such blatant distaste for her choices. Given their reputation, however, she secretly hoped they chose not to do anything about it… But she had to make at least one more stupid decision, she supposed. And so, she spoke. "Yugi, Ryou, Malik, I'd like you three to give your new neighbors a tour of the school today."
Yugi's eyes snapped toward her, his pen clattering noisily onto the desk. His amethyst eyes narrowed at her, upper lip twitching in a most unflattering way. Contrary to his expression, the words that left his twitching mouth were incredibly calm. "It'd be a pleasure."