"Your assignment," the teacher said, "is to write a poem." Half of the class groaned as if they were being tortured. "Quit your whining, brats. I'm not done yet, you have to write a poem on a classmate." The cries of agony intensified but they were quickly silenced by a glare that promised poetic suicide. "You get to write a poem on a fellow student... you get to choose the student. This means you can do love poems, I-hate-your-freakin'-guts poems, and I-want-to-bear-your-children poems. The choice is yours but know I will be reading them. With that in mind before you spill your heart out on a piece of paper remember that it's still for a grade." Jou grimaced, poerty wasn't exactly his forte... His gaze fell on Bakura who raised an eyebrow at the cheesy grin on the blonde's face. 'What the hell,' Bakura thought, 'is there something on my face?' The chessy grin on Jou's face took on a million mega-watt glow that forced everyone to close their eyes. Bakura paled when Jou started writing and would smile at him every now and then. The teacher caught Jou's attention and the two shared a crazed, knowing smirk. The class shivered and Bakura surpressed the urge to run.

Will by Jounouchi Katsuya

Where there's a will there's a way,

At least that's what they say,

When the sky is clear,

And salvation is near,

But what if there's nothing to live for,

And no one to love, no one to kiss and to hug anymore,

What do you do when you have no dreams,

But when you go to sleep all you hear are screams,

Where do you go when there's no where to hide,

As you're falling apart from the inside,

Where is the will to live on,

If every you love is… gone,

What do you do if you have nothing to lose,

And nothing to chase away the blues,

What is left when there's nothing at all,

There's nothing to do but fall,

Into darkness and despair,

Because you don't care,

Since the only way is down,

As the world spins 'round and 'round,

Then flickers and sways,

Because nothing in your life is stable anyway,

Can you find the will to find a way,

To last one more day,

Even if the sun doesn't shine for you,

And you feel there's nothing you can do,

Except find the will to find a way,

Because I know you've heard people say,

You have the will so find so find your way.

The teacher's eyes filled with tears of happiness. "YOU SEE THAT YOU SNOT-NOSED BRATS," she screamed, "THAT'S POETRY!" Jou blushed with pride and embaressment but still happily basked in the spot light. Seto smirked and looked at Bakura. "I wonder what... or who was his inspiration," the CEO drawled. Yami and Marik tapped their chins "thoughtfully" as Malik drummed his fingers on his desk in "deep thought." "I wonder who," the trio mused. Bakura's left eyebrow twitched in irritation but then there was suddenly the calm before the storm. "So be it," the thief said, "if he wants to play this way then we'll play this way." And that was only the beginning.

To be continued...

Bakura: Kukukukuku...

Jou: ...What the crap?

Seto: XD

Why are you laughing? You're up next after Bakura, Blue Eyes.

Seto: ...Dammit!

Yami, Malik, and Marik: XD

This will be a six-chaptered poem/fic and the order will go: Jou, Bakura, Seto, Yami, Malik, and Marik. One down, five to go!

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