Naito: Gee I think this is the most popular of all my fics! And who says is doesn't pay to be insane?
Tenshi no Shi: Insanity is fun.
Naito: What're you doing in here?
Tenshi no Shi: Looking for Bakura. He needs his daily glomping. Know where he is?
Naito: Nope. Sorry, Tenshi.
Tenshi no Shi: Damn. Well if you see him, tell him I'm looking for him. Wait, don't mention my name. Tell him "Yugi" is looking for him. Okieday?
Naito: Will do. See ya! *Tenshi no Shi walks away and can faintly be heard saying 'Here Bakura... Here boy...'*
Bakura: *steps out from behind the door* Is it safe, mate?
Naito: She's gone.
Bakura: Thanks a bunch. Oh and I found this behind the door. *Holds up the Kuriboh that has the disclaimer sign*
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Malik shifted uncomfortably in the molded plastic chair of his desk. Feeling at least one pair of eyes on him, he turned around. A group of girls were sitting at a desk looking at him. He raised an eyebrow.
"Can I help you?" He asked.
"What's your name, cutie?" One asked, flashing him a smile.
"My name is..." He started.
"Yeah?" He smirked.
"My name is... of no concern to you." He turned back around and smiled to himself. Meanwhile, the girl's friends were in hysterics while she was screaming death threats at the lot of them. She probably would've attempted to take their heads off, but fortunately for them, the teacher came in at that moment.
"Good morning class!" He called out. "Welcome back for another wonderful year of education and controlled fun. I see a lot of familiar faces and a few new ones. Most teachers would suggest going through and doing one of those get to know you exercises, but I'm not that kind of person. after all, high school is to prepare you for the real world and you don't meet people that way in real life, right?" He looked around, seemingly expecting a response, but at least half the students were asleep. Malik was seriously considering how noticeable it would be if he used the Millenium Rod on him. He decided against it though and leaned over to Yugi.
"How long does this go on for?" Malik asked, clearly irritable. Yugi shot him a sympathetic glance.
"Not long. The annoucements should be on shortly."
"Announcements? What announcements?"
"Stuff the principal thinks we need to know. What's for lunch in the cafeteria, practices. Stuff like that." Tea laughed.
"Course no one really listens to them."
"Except Joey. And he only listens to the lunch part."
"Joey listens to anything conerning food." Malik nodded solemnly taking all this information in. Battle City and ancient Egypt were tough, but high school was proving to be quite the daunting foe. And if there was one thing he knew, it was that you learn all you can about an opponent. Know yourself and know your enemy.
Mr Tamazaki droned on for a few more minutes, either not realizing or not caring that no one was listening. Malik impatiently drummed his fingers on his desk and started making a mental list of ways to get back at his sister for this supreme torture he was enduring. 'I wonder how Isis would feel about people knowing about her little fling with Kaiba?' He thought to himself.
Suddenly, a voice blared into his thoughts, seemingly coming from nowhere at all. Malik began to panic. 'What's going on?! Who's talking?!' He glanced around. 'No one else seems affected by it! Is it just me then?! What if it's...' He swallowed hard. 'What if it's my Yami? I thought he had been banished, but what if we were wrong? All these people around.... And surely he'd attack Yugi.' With this, Malik snapped. Desperate to keep the malevolent spirit away from other people so that the only one to get hurt would be himself, Malik practically jumped out of his desk and bolted out the door. The desk clattered to the ground with a loud bang. Yugi stood and looked out the door, trying to figure out what exactly had just happened and why.
"Malik?" He called.
"Mr Motou, are you friends with him?" Mr Tamazaki asked. Yugi nodded. "Go find out what the problem is." Yugi ran out the door after Malik, while Tea was resisting the urge to whack her head against the desk.