Disclaimer: so, no… last time I or anyone else checked… (sigh) I do not, nor will I probably ever own Yugioh. Life can be so cruel.
Author's note: I'm glad you guys like this story! Yugi and the Pharaoh can be so entertaining. They're my favorites, of course! So I'm finally getting to the plot… yeah, I know, I take a while to get to the plot, don't I? Well, just be glad you don't have to get to stressed about these stories so early on!
Wow, look at the time—I'm running off at the mouth again. Shoot! Forgot to do my homework… oops.
Enjoy this update. I procrastinated my homework for you guys!
Grandpa's promise
Slowly, Yugi turned the corner to see Grandpa holding… a piece of paper.
"Yugi Muto!" Grandpa stormed.
"Yes, Grandpa?" Yugi asked nervously.
He thrust the paper at him without a word. Yugi took it gingerly and examined the paper, his stomach dropping to his feet. Reading it over Yugi's shoulder, the Pharaoh felt awful.
Yugi swallowed, seeing Grandpa tap his foot impatiently. "Well?" he asked, "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I…" Yugi said uncertainly, then, everything came pouring out—the games during class and being bored, how he hadn't been paying attention—but he quickly added, "I'll get my grades up, Gramps, I will!"
"You'd better, young man," Solomon folded his arms sternly, "If you don't get those grades up to at least a C plus in the next week…" he paused, "I'm going to have to take the puzzle until you do."
"What?" Yugi exclaimed. The Pharaoh could only blink in surprise. "Gramps, not the puzzle! How about my deck or something?" he pleaded.
Solomon studied his grandson. He knew what the puzzle meant to Yugi. "I'll think about it." Yugi's heart sank. He knew that in grandpa talk, that meant not likely.
Yugi and the Pharaoh swallowed. Delicately, as if the thing would explode any second, Yugi set the paper with the alert written about his grades on the counter and backed away. Up in his room, he closed the door behind him.
"We'd better get your grades up, Yugi," the Pharaoh said seriously. "Otherwise…"
"Bye, bye, puzzle," Yugi finished.
Ten minutes later, Yugi had all the homework he had neglected to do spread out across his room with textbooks, a calculator, a pen and a pencil. "Here goes," he said dejectedly.
Yugi moaned and rolled on to his back in the center of the room. He had gotten no farther than he had in the last five minutes than he had been ten minutes ago. The work was awfully dull. Math, history, chemistry, study hall, writing… and what else? Oh yeah, more math.
Yugi's loud, drawn out groan drew the Pharaoh out of the puzzle. He had been trying to give Yugi some time to get it done, but looking over the mess on the floor and the minimum of one problem done on his history homework, he knew Yugi was far from working on homework.
"Yugi," he scolded. "You've got to get it done."
"I know," he sighed, "But it's just so boring."
Pharaoh shook his head, thinking. Yugi loved to play games. If he could come up with a game that would get Yugi to do his homework at the same time…
He smiled. "Alright, Yugi," he said, and his tone of voice got Yugi's attention. "We'll play a game with your homework."
"A game with my homework?"
"Yes. Here's how it works. It will be a race. I'll do a certain amount of questions, and then you will, and whoever finishes them correctly in the least amount of time wins that round."
Yugi beamed at the idea. The Pharaoh doing part of his homework? Heck yes!
"Will you go first?" he asked. Giving Yugi another one of those pitying looks, he swapped Yugi places and got to work on the history homework. After a moment's thought, he began reading the questions and answers aloud so Yugi could hear them.
It took roughly two minutes for him to answer and read aloud the seven questions he had answered. "Did you get all that, Yugi?"
Yugi nodded. He really had. The Pharaoh helping him study would really help. "Alright, Yugi, your turn," Pharaoh said, swapping him places. Kneeling down beside the boy, he instructed him, "Don't rush. Answer the questions correctly. Read them carefully and write legibly, alright?"
Yugi grinned and nodded. He didn't so much mind doing homework if he had company, he decided, and help. With a gesture from the Pharaoh, he set Yugi to work.
As Yugi went down the questions, he found he got a bit confused. Turning to his friend, he asked, "Pharaoh, can you help me?"
Without hesitation, he knelt down beside him and read the questions aloud. Before long, it turned into more of a study session rather than a game. "What happened to playing a game?" Yugi asked, grinning.
"Studying is more important. You've got a test next time, don't you?"
Yugi frowned. "Yeah…" he muttered. Suddenly he got an idea. "How about this: we'll do the homework and then you'll quiz me on it? If I get most of them right, I win."
"How can you win if I'm quizzing you? Quizing isn't really a game if there's only one person who needs to know the material."
Yugi thought for a second. "Then… we'll make a bet."
"On what?" the Pharaoh asked, folding his arms.
"If I can get all the questions right before the test, you…" he frowned, "I…" he shook his head. "I don't know."
Pharaoh smiled—it was that oh-so-innocent smile again, and Yugi knew what was coming. "If you get more questions right than I do, then you'll have finally beaten me. If I get more questions right than you, you have to go on a date with Tea."
Yugi gulped. "Say what?" he squeaked. "What do you have to do if you lose?"
The Pharaoh shrugged. "What do you want me to do?"
Now it was Yugi's turn to give a suspicious smile. "You have to endure movie night with Tristan, Joey and Duke."
"Please say you're joking."
Movie nights were not fun with the combination of Tristan, Joey and Duke. They always got in fights or shouted throughout the entire movie, making comments and commenting on each other's comments, pulverizing one another with food—or ended up talking about girls. It was a never-ending night of torture.
"Nope," Yugi grinned.
This time, the Pharaoh swallowed. "Fine, but with that at stake, there's no way I'm losing."
Having finished quizzing Yugi, the Pharaoh found that Yugi's results were less than satisfactory.
Yugi thought differently, "I thought I did pretty good!"
"Of course you did, Yugi."
"'Of course you did, Yugi…'" he mimicked under his breath. The Pharaoh chose to ignore him.
"You just need to keep studying," he pointed out. Yugi sighed.
"I'm never going to pass that test!" he cried, flopping down hopelessly onto his back.
"Yes you are," the Pharaoh said. "If you don't, you'll have an F, and if you have an F, no puzzle."
"Alright, quiz me again," Yugi said, sitting up and facing the Pharaoh with his legs crossed. The Pharaoh did so. This time around, Yugi did a little better, but not by much.
"Now, quiz me," Pharaoh said, swapping Yugi spots to give him the history worksheets, which they had somehow managed to finish along with nearly every other piece of homework.
"But you don't need to know this," Yugi replied in confusion.
"Maybe, but quizzing someone else helps you as well," the Pharaoh said.
Shrugging, Yugi asked each question. He got nearly ever one of them right, to Yugi's dismay. He had a bad feeling he was going to lose to the Pharaoh.
"I win that round," he said as Yugi placed the sheets before the Pharaoh's spirit form. "I'll quiz you again. Think you can do it?"
"You bet!"
As they evening turned into night, the questions came faster and Yugi was able to answer the questions quicker each time. The Pharaoh eventually moved on to math and chemistry, making sure he knew how to do everything. For being five-thousand years old, he had a surprisingly good grasp on modern school subjects.
"I think you pay more attention in class than I do," Yugi told him.
The Pharaoh chuckled. "Sometimes I do, just in case you need help."
"Thanks, Pharaoh," Yugi said with a smile.
The Pharaoh smiled before changing the subject, "Ready for a race?"
"You bet I am. This time I won't lose!"
"Didn't you say that last time?"
Another cliffhanger. You don't know who won! Is it killing you? Are you dying for me to update? No, yes… review! :D
-Anevay
