This is the written form of a bizarre dream I had about six months ago. And
when I say bizarre, I mean it. Really. Trust me...
..-..
I looked around at the tan stone walls with a hieroglyphic border along the top. They only rose about ten feet, opening to the sky despite the fact that I knew I was in one of the Egyptian pyramids. It reminded me vaguely of Helms Deep for some particular reason. I entered a room to my right.
On the far wall was a raised stone platform, with stone steps up to it, extending from one wall to the other. Sitting on the steps was an elder woman.
"You're late! Third time!"
"I'm sorry." I reply, going to sit with the three teens surrounding her. Their features were blurred, vague. As if I wasn't supposed to know who they were. We sat, looking through a scrapbook. In it there were moving pictures of what looked like a nursery school. Young children were running around, ages three through seven. A tall, tanned woman with black hair was presiding over the classroom without much luck. She soon ran from the room.
I saw her pass by the door to the room I was in, crying out that she couldn't take it anymore. I stood.
"Ms. Ishizu? May I go teach your class?" I asked politely. The woman looked at me.
"If you think you can handle the brats, you may!" She said before storming off down the hall. I smiled slightly, nodding a goodbye to the elderly woman who's class I was supposed to be in. I walked a few doors down the hall to the room where the children were supposed to be.
Instead, the room was dark. I flipped a switch and several lamps flared to life. The room, despite its appearance in the scrapbook, was rather bare, with an oriental rug in the middle, an armoire beside the door, and a rather bare bed in the corner.
Well, bare save the two young boys on it. Eight-year-old Malik and ten-year- old Bakura were laying on the bed in a rather compromising position. Bakura on top of Marik, planting heated kisses on the blonde's mouth. I cleared my throat calmly, as if I encountered this regularly. They sprang apart and looked up guiltily.
"Sorry." The young Bakura said, grinning sheepishly.
"Next time," I said, "find a bit more private a place. And lock the door." I calmly informed them. Jus then several children around the age of five came in behind me. Marik and Bakura stood, and when I looked next, the bed had gone. A young blonde girl of about four grinned.
"You was doing naughty things!" She cried, a look of glee on her face. The two boys looked even more guilty. I smiled indulgingly at them, which seemed to cheer them slightly. I closed my eyes and shook my head at their behavior. They snapped open, however, when Bakura tackled me to the ground and kissed me. I laughed before my vision blurred. When it cleared again, I was laying in my own bed, in my own room. I sat up, looking at the clock. It read '3:20'. I sighed.
That was the last time I read ANY shounen-ai WHATSOEVER so close to bedtime...
..-..
I looked around at the tan stone walls with a hieroglyphic border along the top. They only rose about ten feet, opening to the sky despite the fact that I knew I was in one of the Egyptian pyramids. It reminded me vaguely of Helms Deep for some particular reason. I entered a room to my right.
On the far wall was a raised stone platform, with stone steps up to it, extending from one wall to the other. Sitting on the steps was an elder woman.
"You're late! Third time!"
"I'm sorry." I reply, going to sit with the three teens surrounding her. Their features were blurred, vague. As if I wasn't supposed to know who they were. We sat, looking through a scrapbook. In it there were moving pictures of what looked like a nursery school. Young children were running around, ages three through seven. A tall, tanned woman with black hair was presiding over the classroom without much luck. She soon ran from the room.
I saw her pass by the door to the room I was in, crying out that she couldn't take it anymore. I stood.
"Ms. Ishizu? May I go teach your class?" I asked politely. The woman looked at me.
"If you think you can handle the brats, you may!" She said before storming off down the hall. I smiled slightly, nodding a goodbye to the elderly woman who's class I was supposed to be in. I walked a few doors down the hall to the room where the children were supposed to be.
Instead, the room was dark. I flipped a switch and several lamps flared to life. The room, despite its appearance in the scrapbook, was rather bare, with an oriental rug in the middle, an armoire beside the door, and a rather bare bed in the corner.
Well, bare save the two young boys on it. Eight-year-old Malik and ten-year- old Bakura were laying on the bed in a rather compromising position. Bakura on top of Marik, planting heated kisses on the blonde's mouth. I cleared my throat calmly, as if I encountered this regularly. They sprang apart and looked up guiltily.
"Sorry." The young Bakura said, grinning sheepishly.
"Next time," I said, "find a bit more private a place. And lock the door." I calmly informed them. Jus then several children around the age of five came in behind me. Marik and Bakura stood, and when I looked next, the bed had gone. A young blonde girl of about four grinned.
"You was doing naughty things!" She cried, a look of glee on her face. The two boys looked even more guilty. I smiled indulgingly at them, which seemed to cheer them slightly. I closed my eyes and shook my head at their behavior. They snapped open, however, when Bakura tackled me to the ground and kissed me. I laughed before my vision blurred. When it cleared again, I was laying in my own bed, in my own room. I sat up, looking at the clock. It read '3:20'. I sighed.
That was the last time I read ANY shounen-ai WHATSOEVER so close to bedtime...
