Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh

*History Class*

A large group of kids chattered among each other before class began. The teacher had yet to arrive, so the kids could do whatever they wanted. All but one boy wandered around the room, meeting up with friends, and playing with their cell phones. Seto Kaiba sat stiffly at his desk, gazing the pages of a rather large book.

The chatter ceased when the door squeaked open. Everyone scurried back to their desks as a delicate, dark-skinned woman entered the room, carrying with her a handbag. Kaiba looked up, and frowned.

"Good morning class," she greeted, "I am Ishizu Ishtar. I am substituting for Mrs. Chan, since she is out with the flu."

Kaiba pulled the book closer to his face, hoping it would hide him. Ishizu set her stuff down on the desk, then approached the board.

"Now class," she said, pulling out a piece of chalk, "today we will be discussing the late period of the Egyptian empire-- Kaiba, are you listening?"

Everyone snickered as Kaiba slowly pulled the book away from his face. He turned beat red as Ishizu glared at him impatiently.

"Put the book away, or I'm taking it," she warned.

Kaiba reluctantly obeyed, with a plan already developing in his mind.

*Home Ec*

A small group of girls sat at a table sewing bits of cloth together. The teacher stood by, complimenting each of them on their progress.

"I HATE THIS!" yelled a skinny blonde.

The teacher looked up and frowned.

"Mr. Wheeler," she scolded, "please keep the volume down. These girls need their concentration."

Joey growled and continued to pout.

"Why do I have to do this? Sewing is for girls!"

"I'm not complaining," Tristan said as he stitched a sweater.

"Tristan, show some manhood!" Joey pleaded.

"Mr. Wheeler," the teacher barked, "don't make me send you to the office. If you don't want to sew, then don't. But don't be rude to the other girls or effeminate classmates."

"I'm not effeminate," Tristan argued.

"Of course not dear," the teacher said, followed by a slight cough. The teacher then quickly walked away.

"I'm not effeminate. Right Joey, right?" Tristan begged.

"Don't be ridiculous," Joey said, "if anyone's effeminate, it's Bakura."

"HEY!" Bakura yelled from the hallway.

*Guidance*

A tall woman with glasses sat at her desk by a lounge chair. She held up a clipboard and sighed. A small, pointy-haired boy sat down across from her.

"So why am I here?" he curiously asked.

"Your teachers have been observing you and noticed some--ahem, things, that they were concerned with."

"Like what?"

The woman looked at the chart and began reading off the list.

"Talking to yourself when nobody's around, changing your voice and accent, talking about stopping 'evil' forces, and saying things about 'voices in your head' to your friends. Your teachers are concerned about your state of mind."

"What do you mean!?" Yugi asked in a panic.

"I can't speak for myself," she replied, "but your teachers seem to think you may suffer from Schizophrenia."

"Schizo-what!?" Yugi exclaimed.

"Now now, I'm not here to judge. Just to observe." She pulled out another chart and began reading it, "several people on, and off campus have claimed that you have put them in some, should I say... 'tight' situations. One man claims you set him on fire at the burger joint."

"That was pretend fire," Yugi argued, "he was robbing the place!"

"Pretend fire?" she asked, "I see."

She then pulled out a pen and marked something down on the chart. Yugi's eyes grew larger (if that was possible).

"Wait, what are you writing!?" he asked, realizing he should have kept his mouth shut.

*Back in Home Ec*

"Alright class," Mrs. Gina announced, "now that we are done with our little sewing exercise, we can move onto cooking."

Joey and Tristan stood up and hollered in joy. The girls giggled as the teacher glared down at them. They retreated back into their chairs.

"Thank you," Mrs. Gina sighed, "now, move quickly to your kitchen areas."

Joey and Tristan moved over to the stove closest to them. Joey preheated the oven got out the sauces, cheeses, and meats, as Tristan pulled out a loaf of dough made the previous day.

"Hey miss," Joey asked as he looked into the refrigerator, "were you gonna use these pineapple chunks, french fries, Oreo's, and maple syrup?"

The teacher stared at him and blinked.

"Well, no--"

"Yes!" Joey cheered, as he grabbed all the items and threw them onto the counter.

Five minutes later, Joey and Tristan has successfully assembled a pan pizza with extra cheese, bacon, pepperoni, onions, french fries, Oreos, pickles, pineapple chunks, and maple syrup. The other classmates stared at their pizza in disgust.

"Are you two seriously going to eat that?" a small blonde asked.

Then, the kids started coughing.

"What's that smell!?" Tristan exclaimed.

It didn't take long for the class to notice a cloud of smoke rising from Joey and Tristan's work area.

"There's smoke coming from the stove!" Joey yelled.

"FIRE!" a girl yelled.

"Everyone out of the room!" yelled the teacher.

*Parenting*

A young group of kids sat in a small, cramped room filled with baby toys and dolls. Each child had already received their doll, and were already learning how to care for them.

"Aww, mine is the spitting image of Mr. Kaiba!" Miho exclaimed.

Sure enough, Miho held a doll of a baby boy with brown hair and blue eyes.

"I think I'll name him Seto Junior!" she cooed.

"I don't think Ryou will like that," Serenity teased.

"Speaking of which, your girl looks just like Joey," Miho pointed out.

Serenity smiled as she looked at her doll.

"She sure got her uncle's looks," Serenity giggled, "I just hope she didn't get his appetite."

Duke frowned as he looked at his doll. His friends noticed his lack of enthusiasm.

"Come on Duke," Serenity said, "it's only for a week."

"Yeah," Miho added, "Besides, I think she likes you. She hasn't cried once."

Not even a second later, his doll started to scream. Miho covered her mouth as Duke growled.

"Looks like I spoke too soon," she apologized.

*Back in Guidance*

Yugi started to shake as the counselor brought on more questions.

"Is it true that you dueled Weevil Underwood on top of a moving train, and then knocked him unconscious?"

"I don't recall that," Yugi admitted. His counselor raised an eyebrow.

"That is perhaps, the hundredth duel that has taken place which you have absolutely no memory of. I hate to say it, but looking at your records, I think you are a threat to the students at this school, and should be placed in an alternative facility."

"What! NO! PLEASE!" Yugi pleaded.

Then, his millennium puzzle lit up. A blinding light suddenly surrounded Yugi as the counselor backed away.

"YU-GI-OH!" Yugi screamed.

Then, Yugi transformed into Yami. The counselor eye's grew large as she began to sweat.

"Mrs. Yin, I challenge you to a shadow duel," Yami spoke, "and if I win, Yugi gets to go free. If not, he will leave Domino as you wish."

The counselor looked around her as the room began to change into a dark, vast area of open-space.

To be continued...

A/N: That was a little shorter than I planned, but I didn't want to go overboard on my first fic. I'm taking Child Development, and I totally feel Duke's pain. The incident with Joey and Tristan happened during one of my cooking classes, but nobody had to leave the room. Tell me what ya'll think so far.