Title: Wednesdays always suck

Author: galwivagunblade

Summary: well, Wednesday never was an exciting day. YuGiOh at school. NOT lame.

Pairings: vote! Vote and I shall include it! Even if you are horribly outnumbered, I like a challenge. I will involve every pairing you tell me to, even if its just a hug in the doorway or something. And, if you really want me to, I will put in some Téa romance in.

Warnings: suggest any pairings with 'Kura in and I'll include S&M. will have some lemons. General: I do actually need reviews for this. I'm not setting a quota, but I just need some suggestions.

Though a review that says 'this is good! Write more!' is nice, its not exactly helpful. Something like: 'a bit OOC, the Joey bit needs some work. Pair him with Mai? And how about some good ol' YamiXYugi action? .' (actually what I got emailed once for another fic) would be nice. And if you want to include a friend of yours of yourself, tell me and I'll put you in a hallway somewhere. Or you can be the ICE-CREAM PERSON! Come on, I'm being so nice! You can do what ya like with this! I shall actually listen to you this time, reviewers!

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Wednesday morning.

Not particularly interesting. Monday would be hell, Friday would be weary and Saturday mornings didn't exist unless there was something good on the telly.

But it was Wednesday, possibly one of the dullest, uneventful but comfy days (unless it was the day school started, like today). If you did nothing on Monday you had no worries, if you did anything of importance on Saturday you deserved to be hit, but Wednesday was a dull day, where nothing ever happened. You could look forward to the coming weekend or miss the one past. Weeks were an odd thing.

Anyway, back to Wednesday's events.

Joey Wheeler was forced to drag himself out of bed at 5.45, which was a real bugger.

He actually lived twelve odd miles from the school, and his usual travelling-to-education-and-picking-up-the-Yugi's consisted of: bus-walk- train-walk-go into flats-walk. This whole rigmarole did take about 2 and a half hours.

So he had 15 minutes to eat, shower and leave.

He decided to skip eating AND showering, focusing his energy on shoving every single school book, every piece of stationary he owned, every card in his possession, every photo developed last night, every sheet of paper, every binder into his suddenly very fragile looking bag.

This was a boy who was sick of the excuse "I left it at home."

And, there was still the glimmer in the back of his head that suggested if he was feeling bold at the end of the day, he wasn't coming home. But he knew all too well that would never happen. He dreamt of escaping his alcoholic, violent, drug-addict, womanizing father. He truly did dream of it. But he was too much of a pessimist at the moment to believe he would ever break free.

Then, on went the jeans-t shirt-jacket-sneakers combo that made him Joey. And a comb dragged almost lazily through blonde madness. He had given up long ago on taming it, now he was quite happy to let the yellow stuff grow to its own free will.

Half way out the door, he remembered something, ran back, and grabbed walkman, game boy, mobile phone, keys, wallet and camera borrowed from Duke, and shoved the items in his pockets.

He plugged himself into Lost Prophets songs, and let his feet do the job.

Duke Devlin woke up, to his horror, face down on his desk, drooling all over some important looking "dungeon dice monsters" headed letters.

He read one.

Dungeon dice monsters! Inc. I hate my life. D.D

Nope, nothing important. Just him scribbling to "maintain what little sanity is left". He had signed it???

But, really, Duke had asked for this. Working late into the wee hours of a Wednesday. Tuesday night it had seemed too easy, just send some emails and phone that woman with the horrible lipstick. It would be too hard to remember clients by name, so he remembered them by vague descriptions. It anyone where to look themselves up in his address book, they would instantly be horrified to find themselves down as "big nose" "flat chest" or "spiky hair".

Then, proof that the gods were against him, his cell phone started to chime.

He dragged his lazy bony little arse up and grabbed the offensive piece of technology, hooked irritatingly messy hair behind his ear (getting it caught in his dice earring) and forced himself to grunt inaudibly into the mouthpiece.

"Hello Dukey!"

"Hullor sernity..." then he yawned.

"Well someone hasn't had any coffee today!"

The green eyed shounen eyed the congealing cups of ooze left from last night's madness.

"You'd think that, wouldn't you." It was a statement, a pure fact. A dry flat one that required no response whatsoever.

"Well of course!! You're so silly-"

That was it. Duke had had ENOUGH. He hung up, and ate "breakfast".

That is, dry cornflakes.

This was even more depressing.

To know that the milk was sour, the sugar had beer in it and the bowls needed washing just added to the sheer terror. The only thing worse than eating dry cornflakes was knowing you had nothing else to eat BUT dry cornflakes. Dry, out of the box cornflakes was the food equivalent of prison.

"Ah yes. Dry cornflakes covered with mould. My day gets better." He leered, with the manic cheerfulness of those condemned to death.

So he dug through the numerous sheets of paper of his desk, and retrieved the candy dish. He forced himself to eat a toffee. These were only to distract young children and Joey. These toffees worked like glue. Evil glue that smelt of fish.

Then, unable to breathe through his mouth, the slightly deranged and utterly silent (except for a slight "muuuruumph" noise when he struggled to groan) man went to find his coffee machine.

He flicked the switch, waiting for the little yellow light. Nothing happened.

Flick, flick. Flick, flick. Still nothing. He followed the plug to the wall. The wires had come out of the plug.

He responded by grinning, going and getting a mallet. He leered insanely at his enemy.

"Heeeeere's Dukey!"

He then beat the plug into the tiles, laughing madly. Then, quite calmly, he shoved the wire in the plug, and plugged the plug in.

BABOOOM!!!! Stale coffee showered everywhere.

Duke sunk to his knees and bursts into mad tears.

"I hate Wednesdays..."

Then, he realized he was being a moron, he got up, strode towards the door, slipped on coffee grinds and fell face first into the carpet. He picked himself up, grit his teeth and made his way to the front door, shaking with unhinged rage.

He slammed the door behind him, and almost was decapitated by a falling slate.

"At least things can't get any worse..."

Thunder struck.

"I hate Wednesdays...."

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Beeeeeeeepy beep beeeeeeeepy beep beeeeeeeepy beep!

Rex Raptor responded to this, by rolling over and hitting his alarm clock. He rolled out of bed, remembered he was on the top bunk and cursed as he fell face first into the rug. No, it wasn't a rug. It was a heap of laundry. Old laundry.

He ignored this, and rubbed his eyes and went scavenging the floor for clothes that society would probably NOT accept. He managed to pull on a green shirt that was 4 sizes too big and a pair of khaki jeans. And the socks, that DEFINITELY weren't lemon yellow and patterned with "R"s by his granma. No, not at all. He felt oddly exposed, then pulled his hat on. He considered washing, but decided Raptor need food, not soap first. So he went off, dreaming of bacon.

"What the hell is this?" he looked from his plate to his mother.

"It's called breakfast."

"A CHEESE sandwich? What sort of food is that? I'm not an herbivore, you know."

"I am aware, my annoying little dino, but mother is busy and you ate all the bacon yesterday. I wasn't aware t-rexes liked pig so much."

He was examining the cheese, as though it could bite. Though he would have liked it better if it could. "Mom, Raptor. Not tyrannosaurus. Theres a BIG difference. Like raptors are smarter, faster and generally more dexterous."

"Were they short?" she teased, taking his hat off and ruffling the agitated boy's hair.

"MOM!!!" he fought off the mad woman, and they ended up rolling around on the lino giggling.

"Whoa, short stuff... you have school soon. We have to go now, kiddo."

He wanted to argue, but really couldn't be bothered. He grabbed his deck and his bag. As soon as the wind hit his face, his eyes narrowed. He scanned the area, inhaled. Marijuana, pollution and... Beer. All was well.

He sat in the car, and waited for mother. His shirt was on backwards. Oh well, that can't be helped now. There she was, all pretty smiles and red hair. "Oi, you really are fast!" she muffed his hair up again. He growled, giving her his best velociraptor hiss. His mom held her hands up, in truce.

"Ok, ok, you win this one, oh one with claw-ed feet." They both laughed, and the car burst into motion.

Yugi leant out the window, scanning the pavement. There! A blonde, in a green jacket, head down, counting his steps or something.

"JOEY!" he screamed out to the boy. No response. He leant further, and waved madly.

Then did the blond head jerk up.

"Hey Yuug!"

Yugi ran, through his room, down the stairs, and to the door. He ran down the path, and greeted his friend with a flying hug.

"Nice to see you too!" Joey laughed, and swung Yugi around.

Yugi was genuinely glad to see Joey, and his coat. He embraced him deeply, and inhaled that "Joey" scent. It made him feel warm, fuzzy and... Well, happy. He leant on the blondes shoulder, and let Joey drag him inside. Yugi wasn't wearing shoes, and he had trod on something sharp, and there was now mud on his socks, but he didn't care. Joey was here. That was all that mattered. And Yami.

'Er, Yuug... maybe you should have got dressed?' Joey laughed.

Yugi blushed heavily, giggling weakly. The others facial expression was just too cute.

There was a cough. Yugi's head jerked up and he glanced at his Yami, who was reading a paper and sipping coffee.

'Hey Yami!' Yugi hugged his dark, happily standing between both the people he loved most. 'Hm...' he wriggled his toes, which were frozen. 'Maybe you're right Joey... I'm going to go get dressed now...'

The small boy jogged up the stairs.

Yami glanced at the blond, who was leaning on the counter idly. His eyes narrowed. 'What was all that about?' the pharaoh asked, with a tone of ice.

'Huh?'

Yami was expecting an answer of that manner from the other boy. 'With my Yugi.' You could have cut the air with a knife. 'I don't recall you being a couple...'

Joey went red. 'But we're not...' he said, tilting his head slightly to hide his flushed cheeks from the other.

'Right.'

'No, really.... I don't think of Yugi like that...' Joey scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

'Ok.'

'I'm serious! He's like a little brother, you know?'

'Alright.' Yami turned away and took another slurp of coffee.

Silence returned to the kitchen.

(Seto POV)

Right. How the hell do I start this thing? Dear book. Dear "Stupid diary project 'curse that Mokuba and his puppy eyes' grumble grumble"?? No. Dear Mokuba? No, he said to write to me. Dear brain. Dear mind? No, that sounds too much like "dear Mai" and I'll be damned if I'm using THAT. Dear self.

Yes, that will do. Mokuba said "just write what you think, Seto!" so I shall.

I think this is a pathetic idea and the only way I'll ever learn anything from it is if I beat Joey-dog to death with it, therefore proving pansy- hikari-Bakura's theory that books can kill people. God, he gets on my nerves. Evil-Yami-tomb robber-soul stealer-Bakura does too. But I won't mention it for the following reasons:

He has a dagger, and will kill me if I piss him off enough. He gets pissed off VERY EASILY. Getting him mad will probably remind psycho Marik of my existence. Psycho Marik seems to want me in his bed. Bakura-Yami also seems to want me in his bed, and a conversation/ argument with him will probably strengthen this. He is sexy. OH MY BLUE-EYES-WHITE-DRAGON DID I JUST PUT THAT? Anyone get that last one? Damn. No, must stop thinking about stupid attractive tomb robber. NO, not attractive tomb robber.

Am thinking about money, and computers, and when the fuck that bastard chauffeur is showing up with my limo. How the fuck am I getting to school otherwise?? I let him have it for one night because his wife gave birth. Like I give a Kuribos ass anyway.

Ok, no point in obsessing over white haired spirits... I HAVE A FUCKING BOYFRIEND ALREADY, GO AWAY STUPID EVIL LOVE RELEASING HORMONES! Yes, I do. The world stops at thought of Seto Kaiba in cozy relationship. Then starts again. Anyway, it's what, five to eight and STILL no sign of that stupid chauffeur. Must fire him. And make his family's lives hell. Then bash him with a bible. Then send him a fruit basket. Not too sure about that last one, actually.

Ok, I'm giving up now. Have waited further five minutes for bastard car, am now abandoning all principles and getting a bus. I hate my life.

Will tell Mokuba. He will probably be ecstatic.

Goodie, a bus! Oh, Seto, this is FUN!

Ooh golly, PUBLIC TRANSPORT! The THRILLS! The RAPTURE! The ENDLESS BLISS! HOW CAN I CONTAIN MY BUBBLING EXCITEMENT??

Like this. Yay, a bus. Wow. Sarcasm, sarcasm. Would you like sarcasm with your witticisms?

Gods, I think I'll pay the weatherman to issue a snow day. In July. Or pretend to have scarlet fever? No, I'm not sure what exactly that is. Or hide under my bed until Mokuba goes away. Or I can bash myself round the head with a book until I fall unconscious and pretend to have concussion. Or just wait until I do. Hey, let's go back to bed and see what happens.

"Seeetooo, time for school..." Mokuba has his head stuck around the door, looking at me.

I made a groan in the back of my throat, and did my best to look pathetic. "I don't feel good, Mokey..." if the sad accent didn't get him, the Mokey bit would. "Oh Seeetooo... you stay in bed then..."

I knew how to deal with this. "No, I'll drag myself to school... its okay, Mokuba." I gave him a weak smile.

"NO! Seto, you're staying in bed! You really don't look good... I'll just send someone round with your homework later. See you later, nii-sama!"

I grinned, hiding my head under the covers.

"Bye Seto..." Mokuba was tugging the duvet down. I forced my "lil sickie" face on, and leant in to hug him. "Love ya big brother..." he mumbled in my ear. I held the boy, quite content that I got to skip school AND I got a cuddle. Yay.

He waved and walked off.

I waited until my kid brother had tottered out, then punched the air in triumph. Maybe he would forget about the homework.... hope so.

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The whole horde of pupils gathered around the notice board, eager. To see where they had been placed, who they were sitting next to, and whether or not they had the dragon for their form teacher. (And for a few BIG MEANIES, how far away from Tristan they were)

The notice on the door mentioned about grouping by random, not test results or age.

The notice also mentioned that any students in this class would have Miss Boom.

Instantly, any student mentioned above groaned. No, they didn't have the evil dragon. They had the most cheerful, energetic teacher God could have imagined. They were to be smiled at to death.

'TRISSY?! WHO THE HELL TOLD THEM THAT??!!' Tristan was throwing a fit. Joey couldn't help but laugh at his moronic friends antics.

'IT WAS YOU! AND TO THINK I CALLED YOU A FRIEND!!!'

'No, it's just kinda funny watchin ya face screw up like dat...' Joey chuckled and elbowed Trissy in the ribs. 'So we aint buds no more? Fine.' Joey spun on his heel and raced after Yugi, who too was contemplating the notice. The blonde couldn't help but laugh as he checked Tristan's face.

'Oh, not Kuja!!! He's weird!' Yugi whined. 'He wears lip balm!! Someone switch with me, PLEASE!' the tri-colored-hair boy put his hands in a prayer gesture on his forehead. 'Please!'

Then he stopped in mid-babble because Kuja Short strolled past, in his dressy thing, tossed his hair and examined the notice with well-outlined eyes.

'Not Gippal. I refuse to sit next to that moron.' He tossed his hair again irritably, then raised his feminine voice. 'WILL ANYONE TRADE PLACES WITH ME? YOU GET TO SIT NEXT TO HIM!!' then he waved a manicured hand at the baffled Yugi.

'I'll give ya ten bucks for that very seat! How's that sound, Shortie?' Joey hooked an arm around the mage and waved the money in his face invitingly. 'You know you want to...'

'Well of course I do!' the girlish boy snatched the money, and stalked inside the classroom.

By now, there was quite a large group of students sitting inside and waiting outside the classroom. There was a sound of echoing footsteps. The sort that came from boots. Teachers' boots. Everyone ran outside, to wait.

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I recognized the sound of his shoes. The mixture of thump and clank would remain embedded in my mind for a long time. I felt sick. It couldn't be....?

Really, it shouldn't be...

My heart froze as I made out the red clothing. I clung to Joey's arm and turned away.

'Yuug? You okay? What's up?' Joey whispered into my hair. I instantly felt better, Joey would be here to protect me.

Then, a voice came. It sent shivers down my spine and bile hurling to my throat.

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I'm evil to you guys. Well, this is ONE chapter. Appreciate it, damn you!

AND, all the people in the notice AREN'T OCs!! They are from final fantasy, beyblade and digimon! The only OCs in this fiction will be the teachers. (And the FF ones won't be a major plot thing, I just needed a larger group to work with and they were the only people I could think of. So there XP)AND, the teachers could be yours! Seriously, say something like 'make the math teacher a PSYCHO!' in the lovely review I know you will leave for me. Pleeeeaaasee Yugi begging gesture please please please! REVIEWS FOR JENJEN!

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