I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or any of its characters. If I did, do you really
think I'd waste my time talking to you about them instead of talking to
them? I also don't even own this story premise; it belongs to Sapphire
Wolf and Phoenix Tamer, and they're two delightfully cooperative girls who
let me post this in the first place. So, I wuv you two! Last but not
least, thanks so much to Serena, my so-much-more-than-just-a-beta reader,
who has (as of the writing of the sixth chapter) put up with a good dozen
versions of this story, and reviewed them all with patience. Now, read and
be amazed!
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Incidental Pyrotechnics
Incident One: Bad Chemistry
Fifth period at Domino High, five minutes to bell. Chemistry class for one dead spirit, one blonde Egyptian, and one meek boy, whose naturally white hair may as well have been caused by stress.
Ryou Bakura slapped the back of Marik Ishtar's hand, and the blonde dropped the silvery strip he'd been inching closer and closer to the Bunsen burner on the trio's lab table. "Hey!"
"If you insist on burning every scrap of magnesium in the lab, do so with TWEEZERS," he coached exasperatedly, slapping the handle of a pair into Marik's empty palm.
Seeming not to have heard the warning, Marik plucked at the magnesium coil, pulling off a long piece which he began edging toward the steady blue flame. His head inclined dangerously towards the fire, his faintly golden bangs nearly brushing the flame as he watched the silver wire twist with heat. Quickly, a strong hand was placed on his forehead, shoving him unceremoniously back across the lab table. The magnesium chose that moment to catch fire, and a sudden rush of white flame made Ryou jump.
Bakura withdrew his hand from Marik's head and glared at the Egyptian. His rough-cut white mane slid around his shoulders like that of a lion, and his brown eyes narrowed as he studied his lab partner.
"You know how much of a shame it'd be if you singed that pretty hair of yours," he chided, his tone of voice making plain his true unconcern.
Meanwhile, the owner of the "pretty hair" had been distractedly watching the flame, and now he turned to Ryou. "Another?" His eyes, void of spark and thinner than normal, still seemed to shine as he blinked them pleadingly at Ryou.
The short, pale teen rolled his chocolate eyes wearily. "You big baby.fine, one more, but this is the *last!*" Ryou sighed, reaching for the roll of magnesium tape.
Bakura beat him to it and proceeded to pull off a five-inch strip of metal, handing it with a grin to the Egyptian. "Might as well make the last one count, eh?"
Ryou shook his head in disgust as Marik wrapped the silver ribbon around the tweezers and aimed it for the flame. He lit the metal coil, watching it as it briefly sparked, then burned, holding the flame longer than normal.
As it burned, he seemed to be struck with sudden inspiration, and swiftly pulled the metal from the fire and dropped it with a flourish onto the full roll of magnesium. There was a partial second of shocked silence, as Marik eagerly registered the pending blast, Bakura smirked, and Ryou stared. Then the block of highly flammable metal went up in a massive ovoid of flame, and the weaker of the two white-haired teens screamed.
As Marik and Ryou jumped back to avoid singing their hair on the blaze and a satisfied Bakura watched from his perch on a nearby lab table, the immediate increase in heat and air current caused a nearby, closed beaker of ethanol to implode, and the inferno grew as the alcohol caught fire.
At this point, Bakura had the courtesy to drag his shell-shocked hikari out of the path of the spreading liquid, and Marik began laughing uncontrollably. Meanwhile, the rest of the chemistry lab had erupted into chaos, and the teacher was shouting unimportant safety protocol at the unheeding mass of students clawing their way past each other towards the door.
Ryou had meanwhile regained some semblance of his wits, and grabbed his yami's and Marik's hands in each of his, fuming, "You idiots! You total bakas! Are you trying to KILL me? Wait, don't answer, Bakura."
They sped for the door and were soon jostled in amongst their fellow classmates as they attempted escape. Marik, upset at having been dragged away from his creation, bumped up against Ryou in the throng of bodies and remarked casually,
"You know, I think we're going to give you prematurely white hair."
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AN: Please read and review! Phoenix Tamer, Sapphire Wolf, I hope you like what I've done-it's all you guys's!!
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Incidental Pyrotechnics
Incident One: Bad Chemistry
Fifth period at Domino High, five minutes to bell. Chemistry class for one dead spirit, one blonde Egyptian, and one meek boy, whose naturally white hair may as well have been caused by stress.
Ryou Bakura slapped the back of Marik Ishtar's hand, and the blonde dropped the silvery strip he'd been inching closer and closer to the Bunsen burner on the trio's lab table. "Hey!"
"If you insist on burning every scrap of magnesium in the lab, do so with TWEEZERS," he coached exasperatedly, slapping the handle of a pair into Marik's empty palm.
Seeming not to have heard the warning, Marik plucked at the magnesium coil, pulling off a long piece which he began edging toward the steady blue flame. His head inclined dangerously towards the fire, his faintly golden bangs nearly brushing the flame as he watched the silver wire twist with heat. Quickly, a strong hand was placed on his forehead, shoving him unceremoniously back across the lab table. The magnesium chose that moment to catch fire, and a sudden rush of white flame made Ryou jump.
Bakura withdrew his hand from Marik's head and glared at the Egyptian. His rough-cut white mane slid around his shoulders like that of a lion, and his brown eyes narrowed as he studied his lab partner.
"You know how much of a shame it'd be if you singed that pretty hair of yours," he chided, his tone of voice making plain his true unconcern.
Meanwhile, the owner of the "pretty hair" had been distractedly watching the flame, and now he turned to Ryou. "Another?" His eyes, void of spark and thinner than normal, still seemed to shine as he blinked them pleadingly at Ryou.
The short, pale teen rolled his chocolate eyes wearily. "You big baby.fine, one more, but this is the *last!*" Ryou sighed, reaching for the roll of magnesium tape.
Bakura beat him to it and proceeded to pull off a five-inch strip of metal, handing it with a grin to the Egyptian. "Might as well make the last one count, eh?"
Ryou shook his head in disgust as Marik wrapped the silver ribbon around the tweezers and aimed it for the flame. He lit the metal coil, watching it as it briefly sparked, then burned, holding the flame longer than normal.
As it burned, he seemed to be struck with sudden inspiration, and swiftly pulled the metal from the fire and dropped it with a flourish onto the full roll of magnesium. There was a partial second of shocked silence, as Marik eagerly registered the pending blast, Bakura smirked, and Ryou stared. Then the block of highly flammable metal went up in a massive ovoid of flame, and the weaker of the two white-haired teens screamed.
As Marik and Ryou jumped back to avoid singing their hair on the blaze and a satisfied Bakura watched from his perch on a nearby lab table, the immediate increase in heat and air current caused a nearby, closed beaker of ethanol to implode, and the inferno grew as the alcohol caught fire.
At this point, Bakura had the courtesy to drag his shell-shocked hikari out of the path of the spreading liquid, and Marik began laughing uncontrollably. Meanwhile, the rest of the chemistry lab had erupted into chaos, and the teacher was shouting unimportant safety protocol at the unheeding mass of students clawing their way past each other towards the door.
Ryou had meanwhile regained some semblance of his wits, and grabbed his yami's and Marik's hands in each of his, fuming, "You idiots! You total bakas! Are you trying to KILL me? Wait, don't answer, Bakura."
They sped for the door and were soon jostled in amongst their fellow classmates as they attempted escape. Marik, upset at having been dragged away from his creation, bumped up against Ryou in the throng of bodies and remarked casually,
"You know, I think we're going to give you prematurely white hair."
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AN: Please read and review! Phoenix Tamer, Sapphire Wolf, I hope you like what I've done-it's all you guys's!!