Right. I thought I'd try to break away from my Kurama and the sex-crazed lunatic named Youko for a bit, and try something else. So, we move on to,
Sweet Ryou, And the thoroughly abusive Bakura...
Bakura- Ican see you think so highly of me...
(Big Grin)
"Suzuto Sumiko"
Everyone looked around at the new name on the roll. A girl they'd never seen before stood up from the back of the classroom where she'd snuck in after the bell rang.
"Welcome Sumiko. Class, Sumiko has been in Egypt for the past year, and before that she was home schooled, so you probably don't recognize her. She lives with her sisters and her brother. Please welcome her to the class."
Before anyone could do anything however, Sumiko sat down in the seat she'd been in before.
"No, no, no. Sumiko, come up here. Join the rest of the class."
Sumiko looked like that was the last thing she wanted to do, but she obeyed the teacher, as a good little girl would do.
The teacher seated her behind a boy with blonde hair as you might say.
She sat down and instantly turned her eyes to the desk.
Ryou looked up to see the new girl seated in front of him. She had dark hair that went a bit past her shoulders, that was tied back loosely. That was about all he could see.
Except that she was a bit fidgety of course.
He tried hard to focus on the lesson, but his mind wandered. However, he was somehow managing to listen at the same time.
Definitely helpful.
Miko, as she preferred to be called, had a mess of classes, and found that a certain group of kids were in most of them.
They all seemed to know each other. There was the kid she sat behind in 1st hour, a girl who seemed to have a bit more energy then she knew what to do with, another guy who was really tall with dark hair, and a short kid with tri colored star shaped hair that she'd seen before somewhere…
Another guy was there, but he didn't say much. This one had long white hair and chocolate brown eyes that looked a little sad. Which was strange because his friends all were radiating happiness.
Miko kept to herself most of the time, and could tell that though this boy was part of the group, he didn't feel like he belonged.
She wondered why, but kept walking. She'd found a rather interesting book, and was reading it in the hallway.
Usually she was quite good at reading and avoiding people in the hallway, but today she was really only paying half of her attention to anything. She was worried about school, about her family.
Or what was left of it.
While lost in her thoughts, Miko collided with somebody, sending them both to the floor.
"Ack! Sorry!" She said quickly.
"It's okay." Ryou said almost quietly. "I should have been watching where I was going…"
"No. I should have been. It was me who bumped into you. Sorry." Her voice was soft and he thought that she seemed a bit shy.
"Aren't you the new girl, Sumiko?"
"Um…yes… but please, call me Miko. My full name reminds me of something I'd rather I didn't."
"I can understand that. I'm Bakura Ryou. I go by Ryou though most of the time."
Miko smiled, and they both jumped when the bell rang loudly.
"Ah crap, I'm going to be late for class!" They both say in unison
They both take off in separate directions, then switch because both think their going to wrong way. After doing this a couple times they finally stop and look at each other.
"Egypt?"
"Yup."
"Room 401?
"Yup again."
"That way…"
They both run in that direction.
The Egypt class was more of an elective, than an actual class. They had fun with their studies, and did a lot of fun projects, including a lot of role-playing. And one major play, which they designed themselves. She recognized a few of the people in the class, but none by name. There was one boy that caught her attention though. He had sandy blonde hair, and piercing violet eyes.
Miko was silent as she walked into class. She was good at being quiet. As long as she stayed away from the sugar.
Ryou looked over at the girl he'd bumped into. She seemed horribly shy, and was really quiet. She reminded him of, well, himself.
He looks over at the teacher, who was currently quizzing the new girl on her knowledge of Egypt.
He notices that Marik was also looking that way. Except he was looking at Miko, and seemed rather impressed about all the information she had.
However it looked like now the teacher had reached in too far. Miko was shying away from answering.
Strange.
Miko takes a seat in the back of the classroom. No assigned seats, so everyday it was different.
Well? Shall I continue it?
