Naito: Sorry this chapter's so short.
Malik: She was feeling lazy.
Naito: Was not! Just don't have any chocolate.... And two of my muses are gone this week. But they're coming home tonight!! So, I'm happy.
Malik: Whatever. Anyway, in light of your other story about me, I hope you burn in hell.
Naito: What?!?! What did I do now???
Malik: You know what you did. Or rather, what you're going to do. I overheard you talking to Skrat and Muffin.
Naito: Well, don't give it away!!
Malik: What's in it for me?
Naito: Since I'm broke, whatever the reviewers want to give you.
Malik: -.- Figures.... You live off reviews.
Naito: ^_^ Yes I do!! So keep 'em coming, guys!!! Even the Kuriboh likes them!
Kuriboh: *hiding behind a plant with the disclaimer sign poking out*
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The slightly more talkative Malik dissappeared as soon as recess ended. Now he was once again rigid and silent as their new history teacher addressed the class.
"Good morning everyone! This year we will be covering an array of ancient civillaztions this year." She held up some pictures. "We'll research everything from the clothing of Mesopotamia to the blood sports of Rome, from the deities of Greece to the hieroglyphs of Egypt... Oh drat. Where is that?" She smiled sheepishly at the class. "I seem to have misplaced my hieorglyphs. Just one moment. I'll find them." She went to her desk and started rummaging around a bunch of files and pages trying to find what she wanted. Malik shyly raised his hand.
"Uh, miss? I may be able to help." He said.
"With the hieroglyphs?" He nodded. "Then please come up. What's your name?"
"Malik Ishtar." He replied as he walked to the front. He picked up the chalk and scribbled a few images on the board.
"That's amazing! You know hieroglyphs?"
"I suppose you could say that." He shrugged. "I read them. I write them. It's no big deal."
"Do you know anymore?" She asked eagerly.
"Yes."
"Show us, please!" He raised an eyebrow.
"Are you sure?"
"Very. Please, Mr Ishtar, show us."
"If you wish." With that he unbuttoned his jacket and tugged his T-shirt over his head, revealing the scars on his back. The class filled with murmurs. And several giggles and whistles from the girls in the class.
"Oh my stars." The teacher breathed.
"You wanted heiroglyphs..." He told them. Luckily, the awkward silence was broken by an announcement.
"Malik Ishtar please report to the office. Malik Ishtar." He pulled the T-shirt back on and strode out of the room. Yugi let out an exasperated sigh and Tea shook her head. Everyone else was in a state of shock.
"Are you Malik?" The secretary asked, not even bothering to glance up at the tanned boy in front of her desk. He nodded. "Right through that door. There's a girl to see you." There was question who it was in Malik's mind. It had to be Isis. Though why she was there was a whole other thing.
"Well it's about time!" She huffed at him. "What took you so long?"
"I was putting my shirt back on." He said, still serious.
"Oh, ok- Wait! You were what?!"
"I'll explain later." Malik told her. "What brings you here, Isis?" She grinned.
"You left without this." She handed him a couple bills.
"What's this for?"
"Lunch money."
"What do I need this for?"
"What? Were you planning on duelling for food?" Malik tried to suppress laughter as he remembered Joey's words at recess. "What's so funny?" Isis demanded.
"Nothing, neesan." She sighed and smiled at him.
"Well, I shouldn't keep you from class any longer. After all, I sent you here to be among kids your own age." He rolled his eyes and started out the door.
"Don't remind me."
"See you at three thirty, little brother!"
Bakura could feel his other sneer from inside his soul room. He looked around to find what the tomb-robber was so interested in. Malik was in the hallway. Bakura shifted, hoping his yami wouldn't just break out like usual.
/Can't this wait? I'm in the middle of math class!/
/Not for long you're not.../ Knowing that either way, his yami would win, Bakura raised his hand and asked to go to the bathroom. The teacher obliged and out the door he went.
The second he was out of the room, Bakura retreated to his soul room and his darker half took over.
"Hello again, Malik." He said. Malik stopped dead in his tracks and turned around.
"Oh, it's you..."
Malik: She was feeling lazy.
Naito: Was not! Just don't have any chocolate.... And two of my muses are gone this week. But they're coming home tonight!! So, I'm happy.
Malik: Whatever. Anyway, in light of your other story about me, I hope you burn in hell.
Naito: What?!?! What did I do now???
Malik: You know what you did. Or rather, what you're going to do. I overheard you talking to Skrat and Muffin.
Naito: Well, don't give it away!!
Malik: What's in it for me?
Naito: Since I'm broke, whatever the reviewers want to give you.
Malik: -.- Figures.... You live off reviews.
Naito: ^_^ Yes I do!! So keep 'em coming, guys!!! Even the Kuriboh likes them!
Kuriboh: *hiding behind a plant with the disclaimer sign poking out*
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The slightly more talkative Malik dissappeared as soon as recess ended. Now he was once again rigid and silent as their new history teacher addressed the class.
"Good morning everyone! This year we will be covering an array of ancient civillaztions this year." She held up some pictures. "We'll research everything from the clothing of Mesopotamia to the blood sports of Rome, from the deities of Greece to the hieroglyphs of Egypt... Oh drat. Where is that?" She smiled sheepishly at the class. "I seem to have misplaced my hieorglyphs. Just one moment. I'll find them." She went to her desk and started rummaging around a bunch of files and pages trying to find what she wanted. Malik shyly raised his hand.
"Uh, miss? I may be able to help." He said.
"With the hieroglyphs?" He nodded. "Then please come up. What's your name?"
"Malik Ishtar." He replied as he walked to the front. He picked up the chalk and scribbled a few images on the board.
"That's amazing! You know hieroglyphs?"
"I suppose you could say that." He shrugged. "I read them. I write them. It's no big deal."
"Do you know anymore?" She asked eagerly.
"Yes."
"Show us, please!" He raised an eyebrow.
"Are you sure?"
"Very. Please, Mr Ishtar, show us."
"If you wish." With that he unbuttoned his jacket and tugged his T-shirt over his head, revealing the scars on his back. The class filled with murmurs. And several giggles and whistles from the girls in the class.
"Oh my stars." The teacher breathed.
"You wanted heiroglyphs..." He told them. Luckily, the awkward silence was broken by an announcement.
"Malik Ishtar please report to the office. Malik Ishtar." He pulled the T-shirt back on and strode out of the room. Yugi let out an exasperated sigh and Tea shook her head. Everyone else was in a state of shock.
"Are you Malik?" The secretary asked, not even bothering to glance up at the tanned boy in front of her desk. He nodded. "Right through that door. There's a girl to see you." There was question who it was in Malik's mind. It had to be Isis. Though why she was there was a whole other thing.
"Well it's about time!" She huffed at him. "What took you so long?"
"I was putting my shirt back on." He said, still serious.
"Oh, ok- Wait! You were what?!"
"I'll explain later." Malik told her. "What brings you here, Isis?" She grinned.
"You left without this." She handed him a couple bills.
"What's this for?"
"Lunch money."
"What do I need this for?"
"What? Were you planning on duelling for food?" Malik tried to suppress laughter as he remembered Joey's words at recess. "What's so funny?" Isis demanded.
"Nothing, neesan." She sighed and smiled at him.
"Well, I shouldn't keep you from class any longer. After all, I sent you here to be among kids your own age." He rolled his eyes and started out the door.
"Don't remind me."
"See you at three thirty, little brother!"
Bakura could feel his other sneer from inside his soul room. He looked around to find what the tomb-robber was so interested in. Malik was in the hallway. Bakura shifted, hoping his yami wouldn't just break out like usual.
/Can't this wait? I'm in the middle of math class!/
/Not for long you're not.../ Knowing that either way, his yami would win, Bakura raised his hand and asked to go to the bathroom. The teacher obliged and out the door he went.
The second he was out of the room, Bakura retreated to his soul room and his darker half took over.
"Hello again, Malik." He said. Malik stopped dead in his tracks and turned around.
"Oh, it's you..."