Before I start, let me say a few things.
Number one!
-Not so much in this chapter, but this will mainly be told from Yugi's point of view, or POV for short.
Number two!
-It may be lame, but I will put a break in between each POV. Let's say, it's Yugi, but for a bit I'd like to put it into Atem's POV. I'll put one of those line things, and before anything I'll put "(_'s POV)", so it doesn't get confusing.
Number three!
-I'm not a big fan of OCs, it's just a fact. However, I have put one small one in this story. She is the usual (it'll make sense why I say that when you read) drummer for the band, and plays no big role. Just didn't know who else to put there. I wanted it to be a girl, but Mai, Tea, Serenity, or Ishizu wouldn't make great drummers, and as far as I know they're basically the only girls in the series xD
Number four!
-I hope you enjoy! This story is supposed to be fun and such. After you're done reading I'd love some reviews to know if this sucks or not.

I really need to shut up now. Let's just start, shall we?

(Atem's POV)

It was an exhausting four hour ride from the last city to the next. Boring as well, might I add. I asked our bus driver where we were going and how far we were from the next town. He told me between coughs (He smokes a lot) that we were headed to Domino City (What a dumb name), and we were about half an hour away.

"UGH!" I groaned. This was so painful. I hate car rides with a passion. Especially long ones.

"KEEP IT DOWN, ASSHOLE. SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!" That was Bakura. He's the bassist for our band, Something Strange. He's an amazing one, too. He never fails to impress me.

I myself am the lead guitarist. We mostly play things that resemble hard rock, I suppose. We're a lot like most other bands, but we kind of have something special that not many others have.

All four of us can play bass, guitar, drums, and we can all sing, too. Some songs we all switch around, and I'll play bass or sing.

I'd say we're pretty famous, I guess. A lot of people come to our shows, and when we're trying to just hang out in town, people come up to us. Sometimes we try to say that they have the wrong people, but we aren't great liars.

For about twenty minutes I stared through the window, watching everything go flying by. Then behind a building, our driver stopped and yelled back to me and said "We're here!"

I was about to go wake up the others to tell the "exciting" news, but they beat me to it. The three walked out from behind a small curtain that separated each half of the bus. They were all rubbing their eyes and grumbling.

On the left, we had Stacy, our usual drummer. She sported a very short styled haircut that was choppy and very messy. It was a very dark black with streaks of blonde through it. She was very, very pale, and had bright blue eyes. She never sleeps in pajamas, so right now she was wearing a low-cut short sleeved black shirt with a lot of tears in it. You could see a lot of her tattoos through the rips, but mainly the large piece on her chest. Showing off even more tattoos, she wore shorts with a couple of belts, revealing a huge tattoo on her right thigh, and another on her left calf. I've never asked her what all of those were about, and I've never looked very closely at them. She is very nice, and a damn good drummer, too. Playing blast beats was her favorite thing, she always said. I've never been able to, my arms start hurting after two seconds.

Now, in the middle, we had our ever-so-polite bassist, Bakura. Also very pale, but with long white hair. It was also very messy, and poofy, too. Now that I think about it, Bakura and Stacy are a lot alike. Both don't sleep in anything comfy, for example. He came out wearing a lot of necklaces, that looked like they had pointy things on them. He had a t shirt on, that looked comfortable...ish. All I can really say is, it had metal hanging off of it. Then he wore black skinny jeans with a couple of belts that, (big surprise) had spikes on them. He can be a nice guy, but some, well a lot of people are almost kind of scared of him. His appearance scared people a bit, and he always looked like he had done something bad (even if he hadn't).

Then on the right we had our lead singer, Marik. Him and Stacy are probably the two nicer ones in the group. Marik had a love for everything, and was always one to help. There was a time when he wasn't thought of as a nice guy, but he learned to act and think more positively. He, being more of a normal person, actually slept in something comfortable. He was here with just a t-shirt and some sweat pants on. He had very spiky blonde hair, was pretty tan, being egyptian. His voice makes millions of girls squeal, and even some guys, as well. He donates a lot of money to charity, and occasionally volunteers when he has the time. Overall, very nice guy. At a show once a girl was getting attacked in the crowd and he stopped in the middle of a song to go out and help her. Always wanting to help. He's protective, too. He always says he'll do anybody for people he cares for.

Sitting on the couch, you've got yours truly. My name is Atem. I'm the guitarist for the band Something Strange (as we established earlier). Since I didn't just wake up, I'm wearing leather pants and a black sleeveless shirt. My hair is in the shape of a large star, with mostly black, but blonde bangs and the ends of the black are a purplish color. Hopefully that makes sense. I'm somewhat tan, but not super dark like Marik and not super light like Bakura and Stacy. I'd say I'm a pretty good guitarist. People seem to like me.

"Where are we?" Marik asked, with a sleepy voice.

"Domino *cough* City. This is your next *cough* gig. But it won't be until next *cough* week," Our bus drivers name was Mike. He didn't say much, and only talked to us when we talked to him.

"If it's not for another week why the hell are we stopped here?!" Bakura already seemed awake from his nap.

"Chill out, dude. Maybe this place isn't pure shit," Stacy put a hand on Bakura's shoulder. Her voice was strangely deep, but still sounded feminine.

"Alright, fine. Let's go check the place out," Bakura started walking to the exit and motioned for us to follow.

We did, and found ourselves parked behind a factory building, it appeared. We walked around it and saw what looked like a downtown area, not too far from where we were.

Bakura groaned and just kept walking, and we followed. After a few minutes of walking we found ourselves near a high school. It was around noon, so school was still going on.

We stood around for probably a little over a minute when a very large man came up to us.

"Shouldn't you kids be in class?" He looked pretty angry. He obviously didn't know who we were, otherwise he'd have known that we haven't been in school in years. He continued, "Go see your principal, hooligans!" He pointed firmly at the school building.

Before any of us could say anything, he was pushing us through the front gate and into the school. He directed us to the principal's office, and told us to wait outside.

"What the hell are we doing? Let's go, we don't go to this school or any school! It should be obvious!" Bakura was pissed.

"Calm down, Bakura. We'll just talk to the principal and he or she will understand that it was just a mistake," I tried to calm him down, but it only worked a small amount.

All three of us were trying to calm down Bakura when the principal opened his door and told us to come in. He didn't sound angry at all, to our surprise. He also looked very young, maybe in his early twenties. Making him less than a decade older than all four of us.

We walked in and closed the door behind us.

Marik tried to begin telling him that it was a total misunderstanding, when the principal held up his hand.

"I know who you guys are, and I know you do not go to my school," He was smiling, "This may sound strange, but I absolutely love your band!" We looked pretty confused, but he continued, "I know your tour schedule, and everything. I'm even going to your show next week!... But why are you here a week early? That's kind of silly!"

Bakura stopped being angry (somewhat) and agreed, "That's what I wanna know! Our crazy driver took us here too soon. We've never been here and have nothing to do!" He frowned, and turned to me.

"I'm not sure why he took us so early, Bakura. It is a problem that we have nothing to do, though..."

The principal looked a little too happy when he spoke, "I have a great idea for all of you! How about for the next few days, you come here, to my school! You don't have to do any work or anything, but it'll keep all of you busy, and you could meet new people!" Way too excited, "I forgot to tell you, my name is principal Quinn!"

I was about to say something when Stacy raised and a hand to speak, "One problem-o man, we look like this," She gestured to all of us, "I think people just might realize who's sitting next to them, and I know that I don't want to be asked for thirty autographs."

I looked over at her, "Very true, but we could change our appearances a bit. More neat hair and different clothes could go a long way. I like the idea, it'll keep us busy, and it'll probably freak all you guys out, which would be priceless."

Bakura, Marik and Stacy all glared at me. None of them ever went to high school for more than a few weeks. I'd gone for a year, and then quit and started writing music instead.

Marik perked up quickly though, "It could be fun! When do we start?"

Principal Quinn looked thrilled, "Tomorrow morning, seven am is when school starts!" He looked all of us over from head to toe, "Wear something a little less eye-grabbing. As you said, you don't want to draw attention to yourselves."

Bakura groaned very loudly, "Seven am? Are you insane?"

The principal shrugged, "See you at Seven!"

We talked to the principal a bit more to find out were we'd be going and how their schedule works.

He set us up in two groups, going to different classes. Marik and Bakura together in one, and me and Stacy in another.

Their schedule and way of running things is kind of weird. There are multiple classes with different teachers, but you stay with the same people through each one. Much more different than when I was in school.

When we stay in a city for more than a few days, we usually rent a hotel room. We don't get super fancy suites, so it's usually a basic room with two queen sized beds.

Of course, no one wants to sleep next to a guy, and there were only two beds, and one girl.

So, us three guys would take turns getting one bed to themselves while the other two slept on either side of Stacy. I know she hates it, but I'm grateful she puts up with it.

It was my turn to be on my own, so Bakura and Marik were on the other bed with poor, poor Stacy.

As I slowly fell asleep, I wondered what was going to happen tomorrow, and the next few days at "school".

I hope no one recognizes me.

AH. Crazy stuff. I was going to combine this chapter with the next, then I thought, NAH.
As I said before I even started, I hope you enjoyed this first chapter and please review and all that good stuff.
If you were too lazy to read all that stuff at the beginning (I FEEL YA.), but I hope you read this part.

THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL START OFF IN ATEM, MARIK, OR BAKURA'S PERSPECTIVE, BUT THEN WILL GO ON INTO YUGI'S AND PARTIALLY MALIK OR RYOU'S.

Apparently "pages" doesn't think that words are misspelled if the word is in caps. OKAY THEN.

Inspirations for some names and stuff:
Title: I had a hard time thinking up a name for the title. "Riot!" doesn't exactly make sense, but maybe someday it will xD I got it from the album hanging on my wall called "Riot!". Maybe some will be familiar with it, it's by Paramore.
The OCs name: "Stacy" is a kick ass name for a few reasons to me. Number one, the song "Stacy's Mom". Yeah, I love that song. The second reason is that one of my piercer's name is Stacy. Third reason, I had a snake named Stacy, who unfortunately passed away.

Band name: It was originally going to be "The seventh sense" or "The seventh guest". Both pretty lame. The sense one sorta kinda not really made sense, but guest doesn't make sense at all. Sense was the name of a band I helped with a song a while back. Guest is a creepier than hell game that scared the living shit out of me when I was four years old.
It was a painful time in my life ;-;
I was just going to name the chapter "Something Strange", but I thought it'd be a good name for a band, too. So, I used it!