Name: Intoxication
Part: Chapter 1
Author: Svelte Rose
Written: April 24th, 2004
Comments: God, I still haven't cracked my review book open. -_-;; I should really get going on it…anyways, I don't own YGO.
With a loud pierce that resonated through the hallways, the bells went off for the last time that day. And from the pierce came the many forms of students who poured out into the halls, anxious as the next to go home.
Still in her classroom copying down the homework assignment, Anzu's head only jerked up because of a familiar hollar.
"Anzu! We're going to the shop, are you going to drop by afterwards?" A slightly shorter student asked from the doorway.
The brunette shook her head as she professed, "I can't, I have a dance lesson afterwards,"
He shrugged and grinned before waving, "Alright then, I'll see ya!"
Anzu giggled as he darted from the door as quick as his short legs could carry him. Quickly stuffing the last of the school items in her bag, she followed shortly after. It was a short walk to her locker but she would spend the next ten minutes fiddling with the lock.
As she grumbled and said a few choice words under her breath, Anzu was finally to tug it open with one foot propped against the wall for leverage. Nearly yanking the door itself off the wall, she only had a split second to react to the mountain of falling books and god knows what else.
In the midst of this chaos, a pale pink envelope stood out – which her blue eyes instantly caught. Scrambling towards said item, the brunette snatched it up and stared at it suspiciously. Turning it around in her fingers, she inspected it for a full minute before slowly tearing it open.
A poem? Too bad her English class lacked the excitement needed to keep her (and half of the class) awake to pay attention.
Flipping the white card around in her fingers, the brunette looked for other clues that could possibly tell her the purpose of this card. Finding none, she read the poem again and stared at it for a while as her mind pondered as to who could have dropped this letter in her locker. If only she'd paid more attention during their literary course, she would at least remember the author of this excerpt.
Having established no other foundation as to the cause of this envelope being in her locker, the dancer unceremoniously stuffed it one of her bag's compartments and glanced at her wrist watch. With some colorful words muttered, she stuffed as many of the books as she could into the locker before running down the hall, dust settling in her wake.
~*~*~*~
From his vehicle, he could make out her fleeing form as her pink and blue uniform disappeared down the sidewalk, the dark skies threatening to open upon her small form. Even if it did rain, he knew full-well that it would not detour her from the salsa lessons she had every Thursday for two hours after school.
Checking the time on his wrist watch, he looked up once more to her small form before it disappeared around the corner. She would be late, that much was certain. On his lap laid a white card and a pink envelope similar to the one the dancer had just found in her locker. Searching his pocket for a pen, he opened the card and searched his mind for the next poem he would use.
Having thought of one, he smiled slightly before the sharp end of his pen contacted the surface of the white card.
~*~*~*~
The next day in class, Anzu pulled out the same white card she'd found in her locker the day before and studied the contents for about the hundredth time since she found it. At this rate, she had remembered the poem word by word and repeated it to herself silently, her eyes barely scanning the actual contents.
A shadow fell over her before the card was taken out of her hands and only then did she realize that her seating partner stood behind her, a peculiar expression on his face.
"Ooooooo," he drew out in a sing-song voice before he stared at her out of the corner of his eye. "You have a secret admirer?"
She stared back with an incredulous look, "Secret admirer? Hardly," She mumbled before taking the card back and stuffing it into her bag.
Ryou stared at the familiar tinge of pink that decorated her features whenever the brunette was embarrassed and then flopped into his seat next to her. Clearing his voice, he laid his cheek on one palm and began to recite, "Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day? Thou are more lovely and more temperate; rough winds do shake the darling buds of May and summer's lease hath all too short a date."
Anzu's eyes widened as she went over the poem in her mind. By this time, the entire class (especially the female population), were drawn to the deep lull of Ryou Bakura's voice and they flushed instantly as it took on a deeper, more sensual tone.
"Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, and often is his gold complexion dimmed; and every fair from fair sometime declines. By chance," He paused before shrugging, "Or nature's changing course untrimmed. But -," Lifting up one finger for emphasis, he continued, "Thy eternal summer shall not fade no lose possession of that fair thou ow'st. Nor shall Death brag though wander'st in his shadow when in eternal lines to time thou grow'st. So long as men can breath,"
Anzu's eyes were considerably wider (even more so than a few seconds ago) as she stared at the crimson eyes of the tomb robber. "What the-," How incredibly corny was this whole scenario? Looking around the room wildly, it seemed as if she were the only one who found the entire situation implausible. But here Ryou was (or should she say Bakura)…reciting the poem as if she were his lover.
Her eye twitched. As if.
"Or eyes can see," His eyes flickered back to chocolate brown, that of Ryou's. "So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."
At this point, the only girl who wasn't blushing or fanning herself (rather humorously, the brunette added to herself) was Anzu. She arched her eyebrow at Ryou, "That whole scenario was so…incredibly…"
"Cheesy?" He offered, chirping.
"Yep." She answered without a moment's hesitation. "…So did you give me this?" Anzu waved the pink envelope in the air.
This time, it was his turn to arch his eyebrow, "Heavens no,"
"Oh…" Her disappointment and later, confusion was obvious. "How do you know this poem?"
He shrugged again, "It's a must for a person to be able to recite Shakespeare in England,"
"Nuh uh!" She contested, a grin blossoming her features.
"I kid you not," He answered with a straight look before breaking out in a smile of his own. "Actually I am,"
She chuckled. Well at least she knew who the author of the poem was. Now as to who put it in her locker…
~*~*~*~
He fumed quietly in his seat, knuckles turning white from the tight grip around his pen. Ryou Bakura had no right, no right, to recite that poem in such a manner befitting a lover. Careful not to let his anger show, he pretended to pay attention to the class while out of the corner of his eye, he watched the dancer.
~*~*~*~
Hurrying to catch up with her friends, Anzu snapped her bag shut before weaving through the classroom desks in order to catch up with the others. Dodging the tall frame of Seto Kaiba, she wasn't able to make it out the door without her bag contacting his arm.
"Watch it Mazaki!"
he hissed before bringing his arm up and rubbing it.
The brunette hurried back and
bowed, "Sorry Kaiba-kun!" She protested before
turning around and darting off again.
It took a minute for that last part to register – not because he was slow (far from it!) but because he still needed to recover from the shock of Anzu's bag attacking him and then her comment. "Kaiba-kun!?" he exclaimed with a dubious look as his blue eyes followed that of her disappearing pink and blue figure. Muttering a few words under his breath, the teenage billionaire continued slowly after her, trying to make tingling sensation in his arm disappear before he reached the lunch room to satisfy his stomach rumbling hunger.
God, did she have to hit him right in the funny bone!?
End Notes: This particular plotline is by far the one I'm going to have most fun with. ^_^ Well, at least you all know now that it isn't Ryou Bakura. Who is it? You may never know. O_O Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading this! Ack, better get to work, ciao!
