"Now Yami… I'd like to speak to you about your conduct in our school thus far," the stout little principal tapped his foot impatiently as he flipped through Yami's permanent record. A 3000 year old spirit, who'd only been a member of this high school for maybe one semester, already had his permanent record so full, he may as well be living in Juvie.
Yami could only feel a small swell in pride at seeing his 'accomplishments' before him on the desk, permitting him a slight grin.
"You've been in… fifteen fistfights, four spontaneous disappearances, and two accounts of memory loss… and here you are today, getting in a fist fight with Kaiba Seto! Tell me boy, what is it that drives you to be so… well… reckless?"
Yami's eyes darkened at being called 'boy'; he knew that this principal knew nothing of his true identity, but that was degrading enough to a normal high schooler, let alone a former Pharaoh.
"Well?" His foot tapping grew inconsistent and obnoxiously loud.
Yami's fist clenched as he tried to think of a quick reason, the shadows began to emerge from the corners of the room, blanketing the rich white carpet so it now appeared a sickeningly dark purple. The principal however was too intent on waiting for an answer to pay any mind to the change in scenery.
"Well my boy? Will you tell me or will I have to make yet another mark on this declaration-long record of yours?"
Yami let out a breath, pushing the shadows back down, and decided that explaining might be a better idea before killing; just for now though. "Kaiba was…. Bullying my b--… friend."
The principal questioned his eyes silently, looking for the truth, which of course, he didn't find. Huffing, he allowed Yami to continue his story.
"Well… He wasn't physically beating him up or anything, it was more verbal abuse…" Yami's face flushed red as he remembered Kaiba's words, and not just his, Bakura's jumped in the thought pond as well. He growled slightly, pulling the shadows back once more as he cursed their mocking tones.
The principal happened to notice a bit more this time, which pulled his sudden intrusion on Yami's thoughts, "Well? Continue," he figured that the change in the color of the floor had only been his imagination as it had vanished the next second.
Nodding, Yami continued, rewriting his story so that he could avoid the subject of him being gay. Once his fabricated story had been spun and unraveled, the principal gave a slight nod, "Well, that's all fine and dandy that you think you can beat up the only kid in this school who can pay me to put this mark on your record anyway. I apologize for this Yami, but it would've ended up here anyway," he stout old man reached inside a drawer, searching for his pen.
While he found his face buried in a drawer to find a pen, the shadows were already swelling at his feet as Yami had risen; his judgment cast. He had no right to be sold out by Kaiba's wishful thinking, or his money.
Raising himself from the drawer he saw Yami sitting Indian-style atop his desk, "What do you think you're doing?" he paniced; no student had the nerve to do such a rude thing. Everything went silent to him, however, once Yami lifted his gaze to lock eyes with the short old man.
A raging crimson burned into the soul of the weak mortal; the luminous mark on his forehead, cleansing the soul of its wrong, crushing everything wrong it had stood for.
The old man fell over backwards, out of his rolling-chair and Yami took that as his cue to leave, sending the shadows back to whence they came and relaxing his expression so as to appear every bit as approachable as he did that morning when he had been with Yuugi.
'Aibou!' his mind crunched, he remembered how he had not been able to explain himself to Yuugi because of his own pride, 'how the mighty have fallen indeed… I hate you Bakura. You were right again.'
Woot! I made a slightly longer one! about 100 words longer... I enjoyed this... thanks to Saiko for the idea! You fed my muse bunny and for that you get a sugary sweet of your chocie! holds out platter
Anyway, please review and feed the author for i am a most hungry beast who wishes to continue this fic (though the chaps are short)
i for some reason find the shorter chapters easier on the eyes, but thats prolly just me. Thanks for reading!
