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The dorms were nice. There was a sitting area with a television and love seat, then a small kitchenette. A hall lead towards the back, which ended in a bathroom and two bedrooms. Amalia grinned, "We can share a workout room!" she piped, already knowing they'd share a bedroom.
Cleo wandered around the front, looking at everything. The bedrooms (so unlike other dorms) would be big enough to put both of their futons and the dresser in which to hold their clothes. "Not bad," she said, setting her suit case on the ground.
"We need to get some pretty stuff to hang on the walls!" Amalia called from the bathroom. A large sweat drop appeared behind Cleo's head, So innocent, she thought with a smile. The two had been best friends, inseparable since they could walk. Still, with the lives that they'd lived, it's amazing how she can still be so trusting…
"Cleo?"
The older girl snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of her friend, "Huh?" she dumbly stated.
Amalia blinked. "Are you alright?"
Cleo nodded, "Yea, fine," was all the said to brush it off as she walked towards their bedroom. Amalia sighed, knowing she was getting lost in her thoughts again.
The boys' dorm, however, seemed much bigger. There were two bedrooms, one in which the lights would stay, and the other two sinister men would share the other. Ryou and Malik wandered around, while Ishtar and Bakura claimed the 'larger room' theirs.
Ryou unpacked as Malik laid sprawled out on the bed continuing to play with his phone. After a few moments of silence, he cleared his throat, getting the blonde boys attention.
"You do realize what we have to do, right?" He asked the tanned male.
Malik thought for a moment, "…we actually have to take them to class?"
Once again, cue the ever so loved sweat drop. "Eh, not quite…" he muttered as he finished hanging up his nice clothes. "Those girls."
This caused the other one to sit up, "What girls?"
Ryou sighed, "You really are oblivious sometimes, aren't you? The girls in the dorm next to us."
"…There are girls?"
Ryou fell over in exasperation. "You're a dolt." He said. After straightening back up, he explained, "There seem to be new objects of interest to our yami's."
Malik whistled and ran a hand through his hair, remembering the mess that was caused last time. "That's no good…" he said.
"That's what I thought," the soft accent sighed as he sat on the bed, "I think earlier they were just trying to frighten them, but I do perhaps think it's best that we play our parts?"
Malik nodded in agreement. "Perhaps keeping them so long that they've become solid wasn't a good idea…"
As the Egyptian turned to his phone and suit case again, Ryou became lost once again in his thoughts. It's not like they could get rid of the two…He'd tried with Bakura, and Ishtar was literally born out of Malik. How could they rid of them without killing themselves? It'd been years, and by now, Ryou was used to the sadistic beatings Bakura would throw his way. He'd first got him when he was a sophomore in high school, and now he was graduated and going to college for acting. Shakespeare was one of his best and most favorite, Chekhov also being a most read. All of the stuff he'd been through in his life helped with his channeling and emotional development in the characters. Especially with his entire family dying…
"RYOU!" the word hit his head – along with a pillow – jolting him back to the real world. He looked up as Malik was standing up, "We've gotta go get registered. C'mon,"
"…Right," he stood up and followed his friend – knowing the yami's would be late, if show up at all.
There were large tables with chairs set out all around the room when the girls showed up for registration. They picked up their packets before Amalia followed Cleo to an empty table. Sighing as she flipped through the book, Amalia became to get discouraged, "I don't know what to take," she said.
"Stuff your interested in," her friend replied, "You've taken all your generals except for a last semester of English, what do you have to be worried about?"
The blonde twirled a pigtail in her delicate fingers and shrugged, scanning over the classes. The theater classes were already chosen for her, along with the language classes…But what else…?
"Ancient studies!" she gasped, "That would be so much fun!"
Cleo, who was circling a human anatomy class, chuckled to herself. "Lia…" she shook her head.
The blonde girl looked up at her friend, who was concentrating on her registration paper. Amalia opened her mouth to get her attention, but was sidetracked when her eye was caught by a glint. 'Was that somebody's watch?' she thought to herself. However, before she could focus once again on her card, she was once again distracted – this time by the white haired boy she'd seen earlier.
It seemed the glint had come from a chain he was playing with that seemed to hold something much larger under his jacket – which, she now noticed was one of her favorite bands. Amalia watched as the white haired man – Bakura? If she remembered right – turn to his friend. He laughed at whatever the other man had said before going back to his card.
He can't be that bad, she thought to herself, and he's our neighbor for at least the rest of this year. It wouldn't kill us to be nice to them…
In the midst of her thoughts, she barely noticed that Bakura had looked up and met her eyes. He smirked, showing fang-like teeth and causing the young girl to blush and turn back to her card for the rest of the registration session.
"Thank you all for coming!" one of the administration members said from the front of the room, "We'll see you all in your classes in three days!"
The new students began to get up as the silence was broken by the many conversations now – what classes which friends had together, homework, dorms, ect were popular topics discussed. However, not between two of the men.
Ryou grabbed his yami's arm, "Kura, please don't so anything…"
"Relax," the dark said, ripping his lights hand off of his now solid body and keeping a hold of his wrist. "I won't mess up your little college experience any." He released his other half and began to walk off. "And Ryou…"
The smaller boy swallowed, "Y-Yes?"
"Don't touch me," Was all he said with out even looking over his shoulder. Ryou bit his lip as he watched Bakura walk in the direction not of the exit, but of the girls that they had met earlier.
Amalia was gathering up all of her stuff, not even noticing she'd dropped one of her pens. Bakura smirked and took this as the perfect opportunity. While he walked pasted nonchalantly, he flicked one of his fingers, using his ancient powers to spin the pen right under the girls foot.
Amalia gasped as she slipped, bracing herself for the fall of the hard ground under her. Yet, to her surprise, she felt herself caught in a pair of strong arms. She looked up, her eyes meeting a pair of deep, dark…red? No, no…Brown. People didn't have red eyes. "S-sorry," she stuttered, "I d-didn't mean to…"
Bakura chuckled, instantly turning on his age-old charm. "Don't sweat it," he said, using his new adapted modern day slang, "It's cool. You alright?"
She nodded then looked down, "It was my fault anyway," she said, reaching down to pick up her pen. "I would have probably broken my ankle."
The man looked down at her high heels – which, even with, she barely reached his shoulders. "I'm not gonna lie, I'm surprised you haven't already."
Amalia giggled, her previous notions of the man melting away at the newly forming friendship. "It takes practice, I guess," she said with a shrug.
"I bet," Bakura said with a smile, "I don't know if we've really formally met – I'm Bakura," he held out his hand.
"Amalia," she said, going to shake his hand, yet being surprised as he brought it to his mouth and kissed it. He grinned at the blush.
"What do you say you and your friend come with me and mine to get some food?" Bakura asked after he'd released her hand.
Amalia looked in the direction Cleo had walked to take their registration cards away. Knowing that she'd regret speaking on her behalf… "Sure! That'd be great."
"Awesome," Bakura said, snaking his arm around her waist and steering her in the direction of the door, "Let the games begin."
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Minion: …a pen?
I'm not sure if there's an instruction manual that comes with the ring on how to do that, but he did it.
Minion: …….a pen?
Shut up! Well, there's that chapter. Sorry it took forever to crank out. I've been busy and dead lately. Please read and review, I have MANY good ideas later on. It just needs to build. Read and REVIEW PLEEEEEASE!