Disclaimer – I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
*Rated M for Mature
Author's Note – I AM NOT DEAD!
Summary: Domino High School is hosting a Halloween Festival, complete with pumpkin carving, a haunted house, and much more. But what happens when real ghouls decide to crash the party? Will they be able to set things right before it's too late?
Chapter 1
Joey groaned, dropping his head onto his desk with a resounding thud. Yugi chanced a glance at his friend, alarm marring his features.
"Are you okay, Joey?" the small teen asked.
The blond sat back up, rubbing the red mark that was now showing on his forehead. "That hurt."
"What did you expect to happen when you slammed your thickheaded skull on a desk?" taunted Seto as he entered the classroom. He sat in his seat before Yugi and Joey.
"Ya could at least be a little concerned, ya bastard."
"Why? It's not like you have anything in there worth damaging anyway."
Before Joey could lunge and make the brunet a victim of a homicide, their teacher entered the room, looking quite flustered and aggravated. "Sit down, Mr. Wheeler. Otherwise I'll be the one lunging at you."
Gulping, the blond seated himself. "Sorry, teach."
"For the last time, it's Mr. Kimmel! Not teach!"
"Sorry, teach—er, Mr. Kimmel," Joey stammered.
"Now, if I can have everyone's attention, there is some news the principal has decided to drop on me without warning. And for that, you all shall suffer greatly, but no more so than I."
The class stilled when Mr. Kimmel appeared to be holding back some sort of psychotic break.
"Domino High will be hosting a Halloween Festival on campus, and with you being the senior class, you are ultimately responsible for its creation. Some of you will be paired off, others will run solo, but all of you will partake in this festival."
Yugi's hand was the first to shoot up. "Mr. Kimmel, sir?"
"Yes, Mr. Mutou?"
"What will we be doing, exactly?"
"If you'd let me finish without asking stupid questions, I might be able to tell you."
Yugi's hand sank back to his side. With the look he was receiving, the small teen supposed that Mr. Kimmel had had a bad day. A very bad day. "Okay," he squeaked in response.
"Since I find the task of assigning projects daunting, I decided to make it less pointless by putting those of you who are friends together. As for what you'll be doing, I decided to make it interesting and let you draw the booth you'll be responsible for from this box," continued Mr. Kimmel, slamming a box on his desk.
The class heard the papers inside flutter and settle. When they noticed the look on their teacher's face again, they decided that arguing about this was completely out of the question.
Mr. Kimmel sighed as he stared at the box. "Forget what I said before. I'll be drawing your booths from the box. I really don't have the patience to wait for you to come up here," he grumbled as he reached into the box. "Yugi and Yami, you two will be in charge of the pumpkin patch as well as pumpkin carving."
Yami immediately turned to Yugi. "What's pumpkin carving?"
"Oh, Yami," the shorter teen sighed.
"Tea and Tristan will be in charge of the blood tank."
"Uh, Mr. Kimmel? What's a blood tank?" asked Tristan in confusion.
"You'll find out tomorrow. Moving on. Marik and Malik are responsible for the haunted maze while Ryou and Bakura are in charge of the haunted house."
"Yes!" Bakura cried enthusiastically. "We can fill it with ghosts!"
Ryou raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" he started before his eyes narrowed. "Whatever you're thinking, stop it. You are not filling it with real ghosts!"
"Fine," huffed the former thief.
"…and no monsters, either!"
"You never let me do anything!"
"Duke," Mr. Kimmel interceded, "you're in charge of the hay rides."
"What? But I'm allergic to hay!"
"Then I suggest you dope yourself up with allergy meds, because you are doing the hay ride."
At this, Seto snickered.
"And since you seem to think so highly of yourself, Mr. Kaiba, you'll be the sole judge of the costume contest. And seeing as how this festival will be open to the public, you'll need to sit for hours on end as person after person comes up to you, each costume even more horrid than the next."
The brunet sobered up immediately. "No way in hell!"
"If you don't, I will hack into your school records and replace them with failing grades. No one in this class will serve as a witness to what I just said, because if they do, they will face severe consequences."
Snarling, Seto crossed his arms. If Mr. Kimmel wasn't such an asshole, he might like the man.
"And finally, we have Mr. Wheeler. You'll be creating all sorts of baked treats for the event"
"What the hell? But that's like…like…tons of people!"
"I fail to see your point," Mr. Kimmel deadpanned.
"I can't do that by myself!"
"I don't care," he responded. "Furthermore, each booth will have trick-or-treating for the kids, so make sure to have candy, toothbrushes, whatever. When the festival officially begins, all of you will be required to wear costumes."
The class groaned.
"Welcome to hell."
Author's Note – I'll be posting a chapter each day until Halloween. Stay tuned!
