I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh and I'm getting tired of writing that, should just have a disclaimer automatically on all fics because the only I own is this plot.

Itachi: Once again, where is this "plot" that you speak of?

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Yami was never cocky, he was just always confident. There was nothing wrong with that. Besides, he's a seme; confidence is a must when your uke-but-would-never-admit-it lover was being deliciously aggressive. Malik liked to bite... hard. Yami smiled gently. "He's so cute when he-" "If you finish that sentence I'll be forced to kill you," Marik quietly snarled. Yami pouted. "You're no fun," he whined. "...I'm clinically insane, I'm not supposed to be fun," Marik said as he cleaned one of his beloved knives. Where he got it from? No one knows, they don't bother to ask questions anymore... Besides, they were still blinded by the shoujo bubbles. The school had to be closed down for fumigation. That was the best Holiday That Never Existed Day ever! Malik twitched. "Do you guys hear someone narrorating," he asked in annoyance. Crap, I think he saw me! Scurry, scurry, scurry... The teacher blinked slowly and sighed, looks like her day was getting weirder and weirder... "I have a name... and I'm a MAN!" Really? "YES!" Uh, Mr. Itoe sighed and looked at Yami. "Are you ready? You're one of the lucky ones, Yami-kun. Because of the... Holiday That Never existed Day you got three extra day to work on your poem," he said. Yami stepped to the front of the classroom and smirked. His stance was his usual I-am-your-god-now-tremble-at-my-feet-and-worship-me stance. He cleared his throat and words flowed from his lips like the sweetest homey.

Crimson Never Looked so Good

It suits you, don't ask why,

Crimson brings out the fire in your eyes,

And gold makes you look utterly delicious,

While my motives may seem suspicious,

I mean no harm,

I just want to hold you in my arms,

So get over here,

There's nothing to fear,

Just bathe yourself in crimson and gold,

And I promise you that you'll never grow cold,

Because I will always be there for you,

When you're lost and don't know what to do,

If you ever hurt I'll kiss away the pain,

And stand with you in the rain,

Until both of our sins are washed away,

Then we can look forward to a brand new day,

But for now I'll give you crimson kisses,

And fulfill all your desires and wishes,

Then wrap you in silk covers of gold,

So you'll never grow cold,

My lovely one,

What have you done,

To deserve all these scars,

That mar,

Your beautiful skin,

To hurt something so pure should be a sin,

So I'll drape you in crimson and golden chains,

Because those color on you drive me insane,

With lust,

I guess loving you is a must.

Malik poked Marik in the arm. "Do you think that was for me," he quietly whispered. "Does it look like I care," Marik asked, "seriously, do you really need to ask that question? I'm your fuckin' yami, the one you talk telepathically to, and you're asking me such a stupid question? I should pimp-slap you back into yesterday! Those fumes must've really fucked up your brain... Damn shoujo sparkles... Where's Squishy? I DEMAND TO SEE SQUISHY!" Marik stomped off in anger to find a zombie frog that had grown very special to him. "Mooooooooooooooooooooo..." "SQUISHY," Marik happily squealed. Is it just me or all yamis bi-polar? Maybe it's just insanity... Malik sniffled sadly. "I was just asking a question," he said. "It was a stupid question," Seto stated, "that poor excuse for a poem sure as hell wasn't for me. Bakura and Ryou would strangle me." "Actually, we would castrate you with unsanitary instruments," Bakura and Ryou said in unison. "Ryou, aren't you supposed to be in class," Mr. Itoe asked. "The class was invaded by zombie frogs... and the zombie frogs won" Ryou said in sadness. Yami rolled his eyes. "I'm so sorry to interrupt such a riveting story but this chapter is supposed to be about me and Malik," he snarled. Bakura snorted. "Bitch, please! The name of the anime is Yu-Gi-Oh, not YAMI! I wasn't in that craptastic movie of ours but I'll be damned if I don't have my own arc," he yelled. "Bakura, you already had your chapter," Jou pointed out. "I WANT A SEQUEL!" Then everyone started yelling until... "MIND CRUSH!" The whole class was knocked unconscious and fell lifelessly to the floor. Mr. Itoe looked around then sighed in relief. "Thank you so very much, Yugi-kun," he said, "they were starting to get out of hand." Yugi smiled sweetly as he dragged Ryou back to class. "No problem, Itoe-sensei. Besides, you actually let me present Sugar as a poetry project," the "innocent" teen said. Mr. Itoe winked. "Just don't tell the principal," he whispered. Squishy hopped onto Mr. Itoe's desk. "...Moooooooooooooooooo."

To be continued...

Bakura: ... I still want a sequel

I want a review.

Bakura: What if I give you my soul instead?

... You actually have a soul?

Bakura: Why wouldn't I have a soul?

... Do you know who you are and all the things you've done in the past, present, and future?

Bakura: ... I see your point.

I knew you would, 'kura-kun.

Four down and two to go! Next is Malik and last but not least is Marik. Poetry 101 is almost over... or is it?

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