CHAPTER 3
She finished another two classes before it was considered lunchtime. Kami slammed her locker after dumping her books in it. She looked around for a familiar face, hoping to catch one of her new friends for lunch.
"Tea, hey Tea," Kami waved her hand over her head to the brown haired girl across the hall, who was chatting with a boy who some very funky looking hair.
"Oh, Hi Kami," Tea said as she turned around to see the new girl from this morning walking over to her.
"This is my good friend Yugi Motou," She gestured to a boy shorter than both of them with large purple-red eyes and red, yellow and black streaked hair, wearing the same uniform all the other boys did, but with one difference, a three-dimensional pyramid hung around his neck.
"Oh! You're the new girl Joey and Tristan mentioned! Nice to meet you," he said. Kami stared without moving or answering him. No way! It was the Yugi Motou, the King of Games who had beaten Maximillion Pegasus, the inventor of duel monsters! She couldn't believe he was just some regular high school student here, just like she was!
"Tea was just telling me about Kaiba and what happened this morning," Yugi continued on as if he hadn't noticed her gawking. Kami followed them in silence as they walked to lunch. She was too star struck to think of anything to say just yet. Yugi didn't seem intimidating and he was so- so- short.
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The lunchroom was supposed to be packed with kids rushing around trying to find something to eat and a place to sit, but today they had walked into a mob of kids who had made a circle around two other kids.
"I don't apologize to lesser beings," said a disdainful voice that was unmistakable. It was the same sneering and condescending one Kami had seen in action earlier today in their Calculus class belonging to none other than Seto Kaiba.
"You'd better Kaiba or you're gonna wish you'd ne'va been born," an equally hate-filled voice answered belonging to one Joey Wheeler.
"JOEY!" Tea and Yugi said simultaneously turning to each other. Tea and Yugi pushed through the crowd, with Kami right behind them, to see what was kind of predicament Joey's big mouth had gotten him to this time.
Joey had macaroni all over the front of him; his face beet red as he held up his fist threateningly to a boy standing a few feet from him who was wearing a smirk with his arms crossed.
"Your pathetic threats don't scare me mutt," Kaiba shot back in the same condescending tone Kami recognized when he told her teacher how incompetent she was.
Without answering, Joey lunged at Kaiba's jugular. Tristan jumped and caught him in the nick of time. Kaiba watched them both with a bored look. He had not moved a muscle, even though Joey had lunged at him.
"Keep your stupid dog on a leash," Kaiba sneered as he turned to leave. But Joey couldn't let him.
"Dat's right Kaiba, keep walkin' around like ya own da joint! But jus remember dat my pal Yuge saved you and ya brother's butt! Mr. I ain't even good enough ta beat Pegasus!" Joey taunted the already annoyed CEO into anger. Kaiba started towards the struggling boy as if he were going to do some real physical damage to him.
Kami didn't want one of her only friends to be killed the same day she had met him, so she broke from the crowd and ran in front of the charging CEO.
"Thank you so much!" Kami said brightly to the scowling face of Kaiba.
"What are you talking about," Kaiba asked her suspiciously.
"You found Joey for me," she turned to Joey with a look of annoyance as she continued, "YOU!" she pointed at the blonde dumbfounded boy.
"Me?" Joey looked around confused.
"Yes you! Didn't I tell you to meet me over there? We have to see Mr. Sherman the Chemistry teacher about this morning, " Kami answered angrily as she gestured to the other side of the lunchroom.
"I, uh, I-"Joey didn't have an answer for the angry girl in front of him. Before he could say anything else she grabbed his elbow and started marching him out of the crowd, scolding him the entire way. Kaiba raised an eyebrow and watched them leave.
"It was no problem really," Kami smiled and shrugged to the group she was now sitting with, including Tea, Yugi, Tristan, Joey and Joey's sister, Serenity.
"I'll never forget the look on Joey's face," Tristan laughed and Joey mumbled something under his breath as he sulked in a chair across from Yugi.
"What was that Joey," Tristan asked still grinning.
"I said, I coulda takin' that o' va grown windbag," Joey spat in hurt pride knowing that a girl saved him. The group broke out in laughter.
The rest of the lunch period was dedicated to comparing class schedules, crazy teachers, and homework. The fight from the beginning was soon forgotten by everyone except one, Seto Kaiba, who watched the group of babbling idiots from across the lunchroom. No one made a fool of him and ever lived to talk about it, and the new girl was no exception.
"Hey, we have art last period together," said Yugi to Kami as they compared their class lists.
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The black limousine pulled up in front of Domino High School at exactly 2: 55 pm and waited until Miss Sora got in.
"Good afternoon Miss. How was your first day," Jackson asked the seventeen-year-old girl in the back seat.
"It was really great! You'll never guess what happened today!" Kami rattled on for the full hour they drove back to her mansion.
"WELL Miss, sounds like you had a very busy day," Jackson told her as he pulled up to a gated entrance of a large white four-column mansion.
"Yep and I made five new friends," she beamed as she got her stuff ready to get out of the limo.
"So I'll see you here tomorrow bright and early then, Miss," Jackson asked as Kami got out.
"Of course and don't be late!"
"Hello?" Kami called as she walked through the door and long hallway of her home, "Anyone home?"
No answer. Spying a note on their stainless steel refrigerator she scanned it:
Kaminari:
We're at meetings all day, planning on dinner and drinks with our new prospective clients later. You'll have the house to yourself since Nana is out today. There's plenty to eat. Don't wait up.
Hugs and kisses.
Mom and Dad
Kami didn't really need to read the letter. Her parents had written the something like it since she was twelve. It was one client or another, one business deal or another, one drink or another, but the end result was the same, they were gone and she was eating dinner by herself. Shrugging the note off, she grabbed a bag of chips and a bottle of water and headed upstairs to her room.