Summary: Somehow or other, Laura and Kathleen get landed in the Yu-Gi-Oh world. As expected we wreak havoc, and have lots of fun doing it.

Disclaimer: We do NOT own anything. Yay! Except the plot… You should be very glad we don't. If we did, Yugi, Yami, Serenity, Joey, Tristan, and a whole menagerie of people would have suffered horrible elevator accidents already. And Bakura would rule the world! Go Bakura!

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Chapter One

In which Kathleen and Laura get extremely bored.

A very bored Laura sat in a plastic blue school chair, elbows resting on her desk. She stared hard into the fake wood grain of the desk, as if waiting for something to come out of it and snap at her. But the plastic remained the same, only adding to the dreariness of the day. School took six precious hours of the day, barring her from doing something that could benefit her mood. Like drawing. A heavy sigh escaped from her lips as she thought of what she could do if a pencil and paper were at her hands, and her muse running rampant. But not now, she thought, practically screaming at herself for being such a goody-two-shoes, as her friends and sister had called her many a time before. Thinking of that comment, Laura sat up straight in her chair, cursing the horse riding lessons that had made her posture so good. But Laura's angry thoughts were broken, as was the silence that surrounded her, as Kathleen loped in, blonde hair streaming behind her. She bounced over to Laura, never minding any stares she got. With her hyper attitude and cheerful air about her, nobody could of guessed about how smart she really was, excelling in almost all school subjects (never mind spelling) and usually wearing a very serious face in school. But, evidently, this morning, Kathleen felt hyper.

"HIIIIIII, LAURA! I HAD SUGAR FOR REAKFAST! Okaysoreallyitwasjustsugarycere alinsteadofstraightsugarbutWHO CAAAARES?" Kathleen was looking a bit different this morning, Laura noticed. Did she do something new with her hair? Okay, so maybe it would seem a bit out of the ordinary for someone to burst into a classroom and begin to yell about sugary cereal, but for anyone close to Kathleen, this was pretty much normal. Kathleen's dad was in the army, so after only a year, how could one be used to this? I personally have no idea.

"Hm. You seem… Happy this morning," Laura twirled a strand of silvery blue hair around her fingers. I bet you're asking Silvery blue hair? Well, I have no idea why we would be allowed to have any form of blue hair in a Catholic private school, (Yes, with horribly ugly school uniforms and everything. We have to wear skirts made of scree scree scree BLACK PLAID! Okay, anyway…) but this is a fanfiction points to top of screen. So get over it.

"Happy! More like 'too creepily hyper for her- and my- own good'," Anne muttered. Today her dark brown hair was neatly tucked behind one ear, showing silver, dangly earrings. "Who told you that you could have a sugar rush? Especially before school. You could have waited to go home before eating- what? Eight, nine bags of sugar?"

"I'll place my bets on twenty," Morgan added to the conversation, her grey-blue eyes sparkling at the jest. Relatively tall compared to Kathleen (Okay, anyone is tall compared to Kathleen), Morgan stood next to the about 5'9" Anne, who both burst out in giggles as Kathleen tried to give them a creepy glare, which happened to be one of her specialties.

Laura smiled pleasantly. "Uh-oh. Looks like Kathleene is going to make you pay for your impudence, guys." 'Kathleene' was a nickname for Kathleen when she was being bad or mean. And today, Kathleen decided that in sugar-highness, she was going to get even.

"Ah, I wouldn't talk, Ms. Muh-Ccul-ley," Kathleen pronounced every syllable of the hated mispronunciation of the name. "For I am not a country hick from Hicksville," Morgan and Annie burst into hysterics at the mentioning of the evil Christmas play, which Laura would have been happy to let go of already. Getting the lead part in a play? Fine. The play's a musical? Okay. You get to be a country hick and wear plaid hobo shirts? Not okay. And so she has forever resolved not to get involved with anything including lots of singing and Southern accents.

Laura just twitched at the mention of it all, looking mildly annoyed. If it had been someone else, they probably would have bitten your head off. But she decided that doing anything else might be mean, so she let it drop, only mumbling something about being too nice for her own good.

Annie sat down at her desk and opened her drawing book. After shuffling through papers, she looked unhappy. "Does anyone have glue? I need to restick this one picture onto my book," she held up a cutout from Andy Warhol's painting of Campbell's soup labels.

Morgan shook her head halfheartedly, already lost halfway in a book. Kathleen was braiding her long hair and evidently didn't want to mess it up as she answered in a concentrating 'no'. Anne looked with sad eyes at Laura, who was busily decorating her assignment pad for the day. Laura gave a pause.

"Can't you get your own already?" The girl sighed, annoyed at the question asked everyday.

"Nope! Now can I have it?" Anne looked hopeful for consent, and grabbed the pencil case as Laura gave in, hopeful for boredom to return. The classroom was soon buzzing with excitement, eighth graders running around and sitting around each other, talking about everything humanly possible. But when the teacher walked to the front of the room, most of the talking died into small whispers.

"Class, today we have a bit of a change of schedule. First period, instead of separating for math, we will all stay here for religion," one of the two eighth grade teachers said to the teenagers, with a sickeningly cheery undertone for this time of the morning. A groan would have arisen here, but 8:15 was too early for anything to happen. Suddenly, over the classroom television, came the daily announcement of 'Live from the Clover Studios of St. Patrick's School- It's Saint Patrick's Today!' Practically everyone sarcastically mouthed the words to the start of the morning broadcast, which never changed. The TV droned on. "Hello. I'm blahblahblah…" The only time that anyone would probably pay any attention to this daily buzzing was when they would have to stand up and sing the National Anthem. Or when something messed up. Like now. Suddenly, the colors of the people on the screen were inverted, leaving a strange mess of purples, oranges, and blacks, among other colors. A light giggle went up from the people as a pointer moved across the screen, evidently trying to fix this problem. Soon, a technical difficulty was pointed out and the announcements were held for the day.

"Ooookay," (teacher) stared up at the TV screen. "I guess that means we get to start our religion lesson early today! Now let me get out my book…" While most kids were busy turning to the new religion lesson, Kathleen was quite absorbed with having a rather hyper conversation with her hand, which Laura just happened to notice.

"Hello, Mr. Hand! Today, I feel like…. Tangoing! insane giggling Is that even a word? Who really cares, 'cause I had Corn Flakes for breakfast! With sugar! Lotsa sugar! Yay! And now it's time for my psychic prediction of the day, brought to you by 'badabadaba, I'm not really lovin' it. Today, I say that I will hear funny things over the intercom! Yaaaaaaaay! Why? Because... Sister Mary Lou is in the buildng." Kathleen finished with enthusiastic giggling. Laura could almost subconsciously feel a big anime sweatdrop hovering over her right now.

"Uhhh… Kathleen, How do you know that?" she finished with an uncomfortable pause.

"Well, mom sent an e-mail to Sister asking her to make a special program for me that has five times the work and twelve times the homework as regular classes. So I snuck in and deleted it. On the way back, I was two dudes with white hair, two dudes with really sandish colored hair, two dudeswith black hair, two dudes that seriously need hair therapy, a two dudes with brown hair, another dude with blond hair, and..." Kathleen paused, and took a deep breath. Yes. She said all of that in one breath. (It is possible. I just checked to make sure.) Before she could continue her rant, Laura cut her off.

"Kathleen, were they all guys, or are you using 'dude' to refer to both guys and girls?" Laura asked.

"Dude means guys. There were girls, but I'm getting to them. Let's see...Now where was I? Right. There was also a girl with brown hair, a girl with blond hair and a girl with red hair. I think the girl with blond hair saw me, but I can't be sure. Before I had a chance to ask them anything, the girls and one of the dudes with brown hair, not the one with the cool coat but the one with killer hair, and the dude with black hair left. The last one was the one that had a magic earing!" she finished.

"Those must be the French exchange students that are coming for this week," Morgan said in a rather bored tone of voice.

"Nope. They're Japanese. Well, at least most of them were. I heard them talking in Japanese about cats and leeks," Kathleen stated mater-of-factly.

"When did you start speaking Japanese?" Laura asked, having already decided that Kathleen had actually had 78 bags of sugar, and had reached the point where she started to hallucinate.

"I don't know. I just knew what they were talking about, even though I didn't understand a word they said."

Annie spoke up, saying, "Geez, Kathleen, do you ever, like, breathe or anything? And leave the insane talk for when there is no one around. Including me. Please!"

Morgan gave a sideways glance. "Aw, so Annie doesn't like to hear insane rambling either? I thought I was the only one," she raised an eyebrow. "You're creeping me out almost as much as Dan," Morgan motioned to the resident class brownnoser and suck up, who should have been expelled by now for being a perv. (Don't ask. Let's just say that it involved the school computers and leave it at that) Now that would be a big insult if Morgan hadn't been joking. And if Kathleen hadn't been such a sugar high. But neither were. So you just had to hope that no one was listening.

"Hey! Did I say you could talk?" the other teacher stood in the front of the room, holding her edition of the religion book. "Now, open to Chapter 21, where we go over the Gifts of the Holy Spirit…" As the lecture went on, a conversation was commencing.

"So," Laura was hoping that Kathleen could keep it down to a dull roar, "um, why do you suppose that you would go on a sugar high because of Corn Flakes?"

Kathleen's eyes brightened. "Because my house now has no sugar left in it," she answered with a mischievous grin as Laura's eyes widened.

Although it would be interesting to hear the end of that story, Laura just shook her blue hair and sighed. "So now you've also grown psychic powers to tell the future? How interesting. So go on, tell my future," the girl demanded, eyes amused.

"Hmmm," Kathleen mused, concentrating. "In your future, I see… I see…MAGIC BLING!" Laura and Kathleen now had to stifle their laughter, as they were aware of what could happen if the teacher saw that they weren't paying attention. Faces red (No, not red, rad! lol), they turned to the front of the classroom, trying to at least look like they were paying interest to the lecture on the Gifts of the Holy Spirit… But after about five minutes, everyone in the class could definitely feel themselves slipping. So it would happen that everyone's (who wasn't sleeping) attention could easily be diverted to anything really worth paying attention to. (Oh, wait; sorry, my religion is very important to me, and so it is worth listening to. We're just going over it again. See? holds up perfect test score for the same unit Sorry if I'm offending anyone religiously in this.) And so, when you hear movement out in the hallway, it piques your interest greatly. Take for example Kathleen and Laura, whose eyes just wandered over to the door where from outside could be heard a grand, and somewhat colorful, clatter. The muffled voices sounded so familiar, but… They didn't know anyone who sounded like that. Did they? Hm… As brief glance around. No one else is paying attention to all this? Wow, it's like they're all entranced… Kathleen ever so slightly leaned over in the direction of the door, catching swatches of the conversation.

"Hey… Mov- what… seriously, I…crash what the---… Over here!...shuffle …Move mut...No, you insert obscenity of your choice, not there-…Hu- HEY!...d…kick ow! hey, what the heck is your problem! You aren't helping at all, you stupid little tomb robber… Same to you, idiotic pharoa— …. Why am I stuck with you!... watch where you're going, moneybags! You haven't done anything at all… Well, you're no help either… We're never going to find those stupid Millennium Items… But stealing is wrong..."

That's as far as it got as the two girls exchanged glances, silently asking, Did you just hear what I did! Before they could say anything or continue with their listening, a click came over the intercom.

"Sister Mary Lou is in the building! SISTER MARY LOU IS IN THE BUILDING! AAAH!" If you're asking what all of that meant, it's code for "intruders". And, evidently, it couldn't have been stated more obviously if you had screamed 'There's an intruder in the building! Omigosh, let's run around and scream."

But either way, as the class was hurriedly pushed into the windowless corner, Laura and Kathleen's wide-eyed glances only showed excitement, as they wondered and guessed who it might be, knowing full well now who the voices belonged to, but having no idea about the rest, including how they got here and what they wanted. Laura then raised an eyebrow for a second, pausing to wonder how a sugar high just correctly predicted the future… Hmmm….

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Next time on Pure Insanity...

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"Um, well... He's Marik Ishtar, Laura's cousin. And that's... his younger brother... Malik," Kathleen said hurriedly. Marik raised an eyebrow, and she shot him a glare.

"I didn't know Laura had a cousin," one of the teachers murmured. "But if those two are her cousins, who are those seven others?"

"Well, the two with white hair are Bakura and Ryou. They're Kathleen's cousins. And the idiot over there with blond hair and the two who look like starfish died on their heads are Joey, Yugi, and Yami," Laura said quickly, steeping in for the extremely flustered blond. "They are, unfortunately, acquaintances or ours." Joey, who was about to explode, stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking down, he say Yugi, who shook his head slowly. Now wasn't the time.

"Then who is the tall young man with the brown hair. And the boy with black hair. You haven't said a thing about those two. So who are they and how do you know them?" the teacher said, steadily getting more annoyed.

"Um, well..." Laura stammered. She was out of explanations, and had completely forgotten about them. Fortunately for everyone, he had caught on. With a smirk, he walked over to Kathleen and put a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm her older brother..."

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Kathleen- Thus ends chapter one. Yay! starts dancing

Laura - Okay... I think you should stop now. People are watching...reading...whatever.

K- Fine. Now I'm going to...SING!

L- Crap.

K- (very off key) She said she needed a break. A little time to think. But then she went to Cleveland with some guy named Leland that she met at the bank. There's nothing wrong with Ohio, except the snow and the rain. I really like...

L- slaps her hand over Kathleen's mouth Review or I'll let her keep singing.

K- Plus if you reviewe, I will be inspired to finish the next chapter. Whoot!