Disclaimer – Don't Own YuGiOh!. If I did, the God-awful mistake known as "YuGiOh GX" would have never been made, and we would see Malik with his shirt off much more, and Bakura would have a bigger role :D
Minion: They get the point…
Authoress: Don't under mind me, I control you! Anyways, here's the story. It's going to be heavier material; I'm still trying to debate if I want to connect this and my other story together. Either way, this might hold offence to some. Oh I should probably be doing a summary…
SUMMARY – There, much better. ahem As I said, this is a subject-heavy story that will involve Malik, Ishtar, Bakura and Ryou. I'm thinking about most likely adding Yami and Yugi, but haven't been completely sure yet. triumphant voice There will be cameo appearances by all! normal Alright. So, there are two characters –
Amalia – a-MA-lia
And
Cleo – Easy 'nuff.
Right. Now that THAT'S done with, let's get on with the story!
Minion: Took you long enough.
Authoress: SILENCE! fic POW-AH!
STRONG SUBJECT MATTER AND LANGUAGE
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"We'd…better…have….one….fan…fucking-taskic…view…" A much labored voice came from up the many stairs.
"C'mon, Cleo!" Another voice came, this one sounding more timid, "It's not that bad! Think of the calories we're burning!"
"Still!" The other girl said, "Great, just this…last….step!" With a groan she heaved her stuff onto the final step. Blowing her textured black hair out of her face, Cleo stood up. Her deep blue eyes seemed cross; perhaps it was just from her toil of coming up the stairs. The baggy ripped pants covered in chains probably didn't make her efforts any easier, and her converse sneakers with the stocking toe poking out made her feet ache.
"Wow," She said, actually smiling a gorgeous smile even through her seemingly hard exterior, "I was right, this view does kick ass."
Cleo turned as she heard a feeble fall behind her, seeing that Amalia had all but collapsed on her luggage. Cleo felt for the poor girl. She was small, delicate looking, and almost frail. Her long blonde hair was tied up in two pigtails, but from her strain was falling in her bright green eyes. "I told you it was a horrible idea to wear those heels today," Cleo said.
Amalia looked down at her light blue 7 inch pumps, "But people would have made fun of me on the train!" she whined, complaining about her shortness, "Besides, it matches my shirt!"
A sweat drop formed on the back of Cleo's head. "Whatever," she said, walking over to help the other girl up. "We're on our own now – it's our dorm! We're in uni now!"
Amalia sighed, "If they don't have the classes I want…"
"They will," Cleo promised, "Now come on, if we hurry and throw our stuff in our room, we can hurry and get to the orientation!"
Crossing back over to pick up her bag, Cleo's bi-polar mood switched quickly when she noticed the wheel of her luggage had snapped off. "Shit!" she said, kicking it, "Those fucking stairs did it!"
"I'm sorry…" Amalia started, but before she could finish her apology, they heard quiet snickering from behind them.
Both girls turned to see who was coming up the stairs. The first voice they heard was an accented one much like Cleo's, but much softer sounding. "Guy's, cut it out. It's not nice to laugh at others misfortune…"
Cleo's eyes hardened as four boys came into view. It seemed they matched in pairs, two of them being pale with long white hair, the other two tan, buff and blonde. It was the taller two (the ones with the more outrageous hair styles) that were delivering the snickers. The other fair-skinned boy had a worried look on his face, as if his friends' impoliteness would cause a bomb to explode. The other tanned boy seemed to not even be paying attention to the outside world and was infatuated with his cell phone.
Amalia shrank back as they approached nearer, biting her lip in the nervous way she did. The taller, much darker looking boy with white hair caught her eyes and leered, causing her to shiver. Instinctively she pulled down at her white skirt which hovered just above her knees.
Cleo caught sight of when he licked his lips, and her blood began to boil. Seeing her reaction, she heard the tanned guy chuckle to himself. "Lia," Cleo said, her eyes not breaking contact with the boys, "Grab your bag and get inside, we can start setting stuff up."
Without a word, although wanting to protest, the younger girl nodded and obeyed. She shivered again at the feeling of eyes on her back as she hoisted her luggage and bags up and carried them down the hallway towards the room her and Cleo shared.
Cleo watched her drag the luggage away, but as soon as Amalia was out of sight her attention snapped back to the boys. She took a step towards the taller white haired boy, "Listen, prick," she said, jumping straight to the point, "I'm the older of the two, I'm the care taker, I watch out for her, got it?"
"Well, well," The white haired male said with a low, seductive voice, "Aren't you jumping to all sorts of conclusions?"
"I'm not jumping to anything." Cleo spat, "You're lucky I'm not jumping to the occasion to kick your ass right now!"
This caused the taller tanned boy to growl, "Bakura, look what we've got here,"
"Nothing." Cleo interrupted. "You've got nothing, and it intends to stay that way." She turned her back, bending down to grab the handle of her bag and lifting it.
"Sure you couldn't use a little help?" The tanned one asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm and malicious intents.
"Lay a hand on me," Cleo said, not even turning around, "I dare you."
Bakura barked out a laugh, "Ishtar, pick your battles a bit more carefully."
Not even bothering to hear the reply, Cleo walked down the hall, seeing Amalia sitting on the floor outside of a door. The blonde looked over to her friend, "I can't open it." She said sadly.
Cleo laughed, her troubles from just a few seconds ago flying away as she knelt down by her friend, "Silly girl," she said, rubbing her friends knee, "I forgot to give you the keys!"
Amalia's blush caused Cleo to giggle more, "You're such a dolt," she teased as Amalia climbed up from her spot on the ground. "C'mon, there on my ring somewhere."
While the older of the two fiddled with her keys, they heard voices and footsteps coming from behind them. Cleo paid no attention, that is, until she heard the familiar voices again.
"Ryou, we were kidding!" Ishtar apparently repeated, "Lighten up!"
"You do realize how you come off, right?" The softest of the voices now sounded firm and annoyed, "You two come off as a pair of lecherous goons! That poor blonde girl was scared half to death…"
"She'll live," Bakura said, "We were just teasing them! A bit of humor, that's all."
"Other people don't find it funny…" Ryou grumbled.
"Guys, how many cups of sugar do you think it takes to get to the moon?" An unfamiliar voice stated randomly.
"Malik, Stop playing your damned trivia's on your phone!!" Bakura growled.
Cleo's eyes hardened as she continued to look through her keys. Amalia blinked, "They were kidding?" she repeated to herself.
"Don't listen to them," her friend warned, "They're idiots. Just, hopefully we'll ever see them again…"
It was right as Cleo uttered that breath that she wished she could have taken it immediately back, seeing as the group of four boys had stopped at the dorm right next to them. "Well, well, well…" the girls recognized it as Bakura's voice, "Neighbors. How lovely,"
"Peachy," Cleo muttered.
"I wanted to apologize about earlier," Bakura said, "We were just having a bit of fun,"
"Ill mannered as it was." She still had not looked at them.
"As I've said, I apologize on behave of me and my friends,"
Ryou objected, "Malik and I didn't do anything!"
Finally finding the key, Cleo jammed it into the door and turned it, opening access to their room. "Come on, Amalia, we don't want to be late for registration."
Timidly grabbing her bags while Cleo grabbed the others, Amalia followed her friend into the new living quarters, the door slamming behind her.
Well, how was that for a beginning chapter? Hope it wasn't too much or not enough. Anyways, I'll keep this posted quickly (or I'll try to) I would like to hopefully finish it by the end of summer. Anyway, review. If not, why am I writing?
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Minion: Well, ease your boredom and get your creativity flowing again I thought?
Authoress: glare I still love reviews. Feedback always helps.
Minion: Stroke your ego you mean.
Authoress: ….God, I hate you.
ps - also i hate how wont let me indent, stars, karats, or anything.
