Isa: OK people this might be a one shot delio for this fan fic is not Zelda, but YU-Gi-OH! Crowd: gasp!
Link: What's the matter? You don't like us anymore?
Isa: No I just thought I try something new, that's all.
Link: Yeah hu sure.
Tea: I can't wait until I appear in this fic! !
Yami: I can, what exactly is this one about?
Isa: You'll see!
YGO Cast: 0.0
Link: BWWHHAAAAA! Have fun guys! Isa's fic are one heck of a roller coaster ride!
Chapter One: Finding a Date
It was eleven thirty PM. Son las once y media de la noche. Yugi Mouto stared vengefully at his Spanish homework as the cryptic phrases teased him with their complex and undecipherable sentences.
"Stupid homework! I hate you! Why couldn't Domino High institute Japanese as a foreign language? I can speak that!" Yugi's eraser screamed painfully as it was violently dragged across the paper which cringed into a tight wad. Finally he gave up and threw the useless writing tool across the table and it bounced off the cola soda can that was patiently minding it's own business at the end of the desk. There was a short laugh from the doorframe, calm deep and mocking. Yugi swiveled his chair around to catch his dark half leaning on the door. An amusing smile creased his soft features and his violet eyes danced amusingly.
"Boy, if you can't even handle a simple Spanish class what makes you think you can handle getting enough A's to let grandpa grant you permission to go to the dance next week?"
Yugi narrowed his eyes. "I don't know why you always have to make fun of me Yami. I'll get straight A's and be able to go, just you wait. Know why? Because unlike you I'm studying for them."
The former pharaoh waved his hickari off with a swift gesture of his hand and made his way to the bed and sat down, a blank notebook in his hand. "I do not need to study. I have learned this material ten times over. The exams before report cards come out will present no challenge to me."
Yugi waved his head back and forth mouthing the words that were just spoken in a sarcastic manner. He had heard this response over and over again. Although Yami didn't take Spanish I he should at least study for the biology exam. Yugi told him this and again the non-caring answer escaped Yami's lips.
Frustrated Yugi gripped the back end of his chair. "Listen Yami! You've never taken any of Ms. Cerenky's tests before! She makes osmosis sound like exocytosis and endergonic reactions into photosythensis! That's why you have to know this stuff inside and out because you can never tell what's she's planning!!!!!"
"Yugi, science isn't anything new to me. Besides, the test is multiple choice. How hard can it be?"
Yugi shook his head in disapproval. "Ok Yami, but if you're not allowed to go, don't come crying to me."
Yami flipped the notebook open and twirled a slim number two pencil in his hands lazily. "I'll be fine abu. You just concentrate on your studies." He drew a thick dark line down the center of the paper and Yugi watched his hand glide this way and that to make more connect to each other until an image was formed on the page. Satisfied, Yami began to slowly darken the lines and shade with the quick movement of fluctuating his wrist back and forth.
Yugi narrowed his eyes in disgust. Not only did Yami have to have a big brain and knack for strategic games such as Duel Monsters, but he also had to be talented with the pencil or pen. Yugi mostly enjoyed his intricate drawings and admired them for their detail but he was feeling a twinge of anger and jealously towards his Yami at the moment.
"Well, if you're so smart why don't you help me?"
Yami took his eyes off of his notebook and fixed them on Yugi who sulked patently in his chair. "Well if you needed my help why didn't you ask at first?"
"OH MIGHTY RA!!!!!" Yugi exclaimed and started to repeatedly beat his head on the desk, leaving Yami staring blankly at the bedside.
The next day was one of merit. Large yellow and red banners were hung over the balconies of the high school advertising the up-coming dance and candidates for the home coming king and queen. The cheerleaders crowed by the water fountain their mouths flapping open like crazy and Yugi wondered if they were really listening to one another. He was positioned by his locker and stretched his arm to as high as it would go to reach his history book that lay on the top shelf.
"Ah! C'mon! Reach! Reach! Argh!" Yugi dropped his now aching arm to his side as dead weight and sighed heavily, "Why do I have to be so short? And why did I have to get a top locker!?" "Need some help Yugi?" a feminine voice chimed false heartedly from behind. Yugi spun around to take in the full image of Tea Gardener, her arms held casually behind her back and her weight leaned to the side on both feet which were placed tightly together, so as not to rip the blue and white leotard of her cheerleading uniform.
"Yeah, do you think you can get me my history book?"
Tea smiled innocently and plucked the textbook from it's resting place and handed it to Yugi who expressed his thanks greatly.
"Oh that's fine Yugi. I mean, what are friends for? If I didn't get that book for you it would totally ruin the point and support of our friendship entirely. I mean friendship means-"
"Uh Tea? Sorry to cut you off but the bell just rang and I have to get to class." Yugi spoke up hurriedly, not interested in hearing another one of her friendship rants. Tea seemed disappointed but her let down quickly faded as a new topic popped into her scheming mind.
"Oh ok. But Yugi? You know the dance is coming up soon right?"
The boy stopped dead in his tracks and turned on his newly bought sketchers sneakers. Did Tea just bring up the subject of the dance? Why would she do that? Unless....
Yugi pushed his anxiety down and moved his bangs out of his face to by time for an answer.
"Uh...yeah, why Tea?"
Tea shrugged. "Oh it's nothing really, I was just wondering if Yami was going was all."
BAM! Yugi could have almost jerked back with the force of rejection he was feeling right about then. Of course you should have known she was asking for Yami you big dork! He screamed at himself, That's all they ask you for!!!
"I don't know Tea!" Yugi shouted and the volume of his voice caught Tea off guard, his hurt and depression quickly transformed to anger. It was like this every year, every dance or another social gathering. Countless girls of all grades, ages, and classes asking, "Where's Yami? Is he coming? Do you know if he's going with someone?" Personally Yugi just couldn't take it anymore.
"No I don't know if he's coming!" Yugi repeated, "Why don't you ask him yourself!!" And with that Yugi grumbled himself all the way down to his first block class.
Upon his entrance into the class room a paper airplane cut through the air sharply and planted it's landing point on Yugi's forehead. Yugi winced and stared at it as it plopped into his hands. A sloppy, "Read Me." was inscribed onto it's side and Yugi obeyed accordingly. The paper folded out into a short almost illegible message that stated,
"Hey Yug, did you do your homework? I forgot. Can I copy?
-Joey Wheeler."
Yugi looked up and scanned the room for his best friend. Joey sat at his desk next to Tristian, Duke, and Yami. Joey waved his hands franticly in the air and mentioned for Yugi to sit. Sighing, he claimed his seat and fumbled around in his book-bag. Joey watched him intently and snatched the sheet of paper that poked it's head out of the bag as Yugi pulled it out.
"Thanks Yugi!" Joey exclaimed and rapidly began to copy. Yami shook his head.
"You shouldn't let him do that you know," he said, "he doesn't learn anything that way."
"Aw screw learnin' I just wanna get it done!" Joey threw over his shoulder and resumed his furious writing. Yami rolled his eyes and slipped his homework in a neat pile on top of his latest sketchbook. Tristian leaned forward and poked him in the arm.
"Did you get done too?" he asked, his eyes gleaming hopefully. Yami raised an eyebrow and titled his body away from Tristian.
"Y-Yes...."
"OH PLEASE LET ME COPY TOO!! I CAN'T FAIL THIS CLASS!!!!!"
"Then you should have done your work before hand-"
Tristain instantly vacated his seat and gripped Yami's arm violently. The teenage boy then lowered himself to the ground and pressed his forehead against the pharaoh's palm.
"Oh please! Please! Have mercy!!! Please let me have your answers! You're smart! I might actually get an 'A' for once!!!!"
Yami blinked and a drop of sweat started to form on the side of his head and he struggled for something to say.
"Oh let the kid please his dear old mummy."
Yami cringed at the sound of the voice. Which seemed very near and when he glanced over his shoulder sure enough the owner was present to claim it. He sat straddling his chair, with his arms hanging over the sides and his left foot taping absent mindedly on the floor. Snow-white hair covered the tips of his chocolate eyes and a wide grin lit an eerie fire within them.
"Hello Bakura...''Yami grunted and turned away from him. Bakura's grin spread to the tips of his ears and he cocked his head to the side.
"Hello indeed, Yeoma. C'mon, let the chap copy your paper. It would be for a good cause.... helping someone in need?"
"Yeah!" Tristain blurted in another attempt to gain the prize that lay unprotected by Yami's arm. In fact he stared at it so much Yami could almost make out a faint line of drool oozing out of the other's mouth. He cringed and slid the paper over to him. Like his friend before him Tristain gathered it up greedily and he became synchronized with Joey as the two slaved away through the adrenaline and hand cramps.
Bakura leaned forward in his seat and laughed out of the blue but no one seemed to notice seeing as they were used to his random out bursts of insanity.
Soon all eyes were turned upward as the teacher, tall and lean, skulked into the room. His normal frown creased his decaying features and he set his briefcase lightly on the desk.
"Uh...please take out a piece of paper and prepare for the test mmkay?"
A groan paraded around the classroom in a loud uproar.
"A test!?'' Duke shrieked biting on the jacket of his uniform, "b-but I didn't study!?"
"Neither did I!" Bakura exclaimed and Joey and Tristain nodded their agreement. Yugi's heart pounded in his chest, he had been preparing for this all week and at last it was finally here. All I need is a 'B' to pass this class.......
Yami flipped a sheet of lined paper onto his desk and turned at the feeling of finger being jerked in his arm. Tea smiled at him eagerly and Yami tired his best not to recoil in horror.
"Yes?"
"Do you have a pencil I can barrow? Hm?" she pleaded and the pharaoh tossed one over his shoulder. Tea smile grew wider and she giggled timidly.
"Thank you, Yah-ma."
Yami rolled his eyes and stared at his test as Yugi passed it to him over his shoulder and he followed suit to give the extra copies to Tea. Silence drifted over the classroom as everyone began to work. Out of the corner of his eye Yami could see Joey biting the top of his pen and Duke and Tristain gapping at the paper in horror. Yugi took his pencil out of his mouth and jotted something down on the answer sheet. Bakura glazed intently at the ceiling tiles while his hand circled answers without his knowing. Yami shook his head and began to work again.
5. Who was the first Frankish Emperor to accept Catholicism?
A. Clovis
B. Chralamange
C. Julius Caesar
D. You really need to get a date for the dance.
"Hu!?" Yami blinked and stared at the last answer for question five. He narrowed his eyes and suddenly it changed from "you need a date," to "Tarquin the Proud." The pharaoh looked around the room for insurance that he wasn't going insane. He had never really thought much about the dance. He just decided he would go as a night away from the Kame. Just some leisure time for him, he had never thought about actually dancing or taking someone.
Hm, maybe all of Yugi's enthusiasm has finally rubbed off on me. But if I was to decided to have a date....who....?
He quickly shifted his head about the room and took a quick survey of all of the girls in his class. Not one of them struck his fancy, but this was only first block after all. Perhaps he would check in some of the others.
"Yami please keep your eyes on your paper mmkay?" The teacher scolded catching Yami's wondering gaze. His cheeks flushed and he quickly stared at the test while muttering a slight apology. Yugi stared at his left shoulder, since turning around to look at Yami would get his test taken away. Was he cheating? No, Yami wasn't the one to copy off of someone else's paper, but then why would he be looking around?
Unless he's already done with his test and has nothing else to do.....The hickari thought bitterly and he gritted his teeth as he bubbled in a "b" for question eight, Smart people make me sick!
A few more moments had passed and suddenly a loud noise erupted in the classroom as the bell singled first block's end. Yami gathered his books and dashed out into the hall to quickly resume his search for a date.