Naito: Well, this certainly did take awhile to get up. But, enough
reviews came in to poke me into doing chapter seven.
Malik: When is this gonna wrap up?
Naito: Honestly? I've got no idea.
Malik: When it gets unpopular?
Naito: For the sake of giving an answer... Sure, why not?
Yami Bakura: *just finished reading chapter seven* I really do despise you, Naito.
Naito: *shrugs and takes a drink of Pepsi which she stole from Yami Malik* Yeah probably.
Cat: *comes running in with an impossibly large Yugi-ish grin* YAMI B.!!!!!!!!!!! *glomps Yami Bakura*
Yami Bakura: *looks at the Kuriboh* And you think you have it bad.....
Kuriboh: *shrugs and waves the disclaimer sign*
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The two platinum haired boys exchanged glances before Malik shrugged and continued on his way. Yami Bakura couldn't believe that anyone would regard him so passively and, as always, made his feelings known.
"Where do you think you're going, mortal?"
"History class." He replied dryly. This only proved to infuriate Yami Bakura further.
"You know... You still haven't handed over your Millenium Item to me."
"Are you getting stupider by the day?" Malik asked. "If I will not give my item to the Pharaoh, why in the name of Ra would I give it to you?"
"We had a deal, Malik." If there was one thing Yami Bakura was good at, it was mind games. Though Malik could be every bit as good at it if he chose.
"Think about what you just said. 'We had a deal, Malik.' Now, what's the key word in that sentence?" Yami Bakura thought about it, figured out where Malik was going with this and sighed.
"I suppose you're talking about 'had'." The evil smirk of days gone by returned to Malik's face once again.
"Very good!" He congratulated the robber. It wouldn't have been quite the huge insult that it was, except Malik was using a tone like what one would use on a dog or small child. "You get a gold star and five extra minutes of play before naptime! Now let's practice how to tie our shoes." Yami Bakura had had enough of Malik's patronizing for one day
"Silence!" He shouted. A bit too loud. A teacher stuck his head out of a nearby classroom and glared at the two.
"Shouldn't you boys be in class?" Neither one moved. "Get going now. You don't want to get in trouble on the first day, do you?" Finally, Malik and Yami Bakura regarded each other once more and then headed off to their seperate classes.
/Are you happy now?/ Bakura asked his other. /I told you nothing would come of it./
/No, you told me not to do it around Yami Yugi. You said nothing about it not working./
/Well, he's never listened to you before. Why would he do so now?/ Yami Bakura was still in a bit of a fit over his "mental defeat" at the hands of Malik and so was at a loss for words. He found himself using that terribly horrid mortal excuse....
/Because I said so./
The rest of second and third periods passed with little disturbance. Several times, Malik leaned over and asked Yugi why it was necessary to learn some of these things and Yugi was forced to answer with things such as "because they think we need to know how to calculate the third side of a triangle." Malik had looked at him with a rather confused expression.
"We can't just measure it?"
"Apparently not." Yugi told him with a shrug. Malik shook his head and cinued with his math problems.
Meanwhile, in Joey and Bakura's science class....
After a brief argument with his yami, Bakura was back in class, sitting next to Joey and taking notes on ecosystems.
"15.... 14.... 13...." Joey appeared to be counting down to something, though Bakura wasn't sure what.
"Whatever are you doing, Joey?"
"11... 10... 9.... Counting down to lunch.... 7...." The English boy gave a sigh and continued to scribble his notes down. Though, because he was Bakura, it was too neat to be called scribbling.
"Come on, bell! Ring!"
"You know, Joey, a watched pot never boils."
"I don't see any pot." In that moment that Joey was distracted and searching for the supposed non-boiling pot, the bell rang, signalling the beginning the of lunch. And more general high-shool style insanity.
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More questions to answer! Fun!
SoulBonded: Please do not mind the short chapters. I'm short too. So's Yugi and we all love him.
Ayod: Thank you for the piccie! I love it!! And your story's coming awesome! I think that's the first time I've ever inspired anyone.... And Malik does show the memory to Yami and the others. It just takes awhile. I saw it in a manga that my friend Wataru has. Mmmm.... Shirtless Malik.....
And to everyone who's been reviewing: THANK YOU!!!! ARIGATO!! MERCI BEAUCOUP!! GRACI!!! GRACIAS!!! That's all I know.......
Malik: When is this gonna wrap up?
Naito: Honestly? I've got no idea.
Malik: When it gets unpopular?
Naito: For the sake of giving an answer... Sure, why not?
Yami Bakura: *just finished reading chapter seven* I really do despise you, Naito.
Naito: *shrugs and takes a drink of Pepsi which she stole from Yami Malik* Yeah probably.
Cat: *comes running in with an impossibly large Yugi-ish grin* YAMI B.!!!!!!!!!!! *glomps Yami Bakura*
Yami Bakura: *looks at the Kuriboh* And you think you have it bad.....
Kuriboh: *shrugs and waves the disclaimer sign*
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The two platinum haired boys exchanged glances before Malik shrugged and continued on his way. Yami Bakura couldn't believe that anyone would regard him so passively and, as always, made his feelings known.
"Where do you think you're going, mortal?"
"History class." He replied dryly. This only proved to infuriate Yami Bakura further.
"You know... You still haven't handed over your Millenium Item to me."
"Are you getting stupider by the day?" Malik asked. "If I will not give my item to the Pharaoh, why in the name of Ra would I give it to you?"
"We had a deal, Malik." If there was one thing Yami Bakura was good at, it was mind games. Though Malik could be every bit as good at it if he chose.
"Think about what you just said. 'We had a deal, Malik.' Now, what's the key word in that sentence?" Yami Bakura thought about it, figured out where Malik was going with this and sighed.
"I suppose you're talking about 'had'." The evil smirk of days gone by returned to Malik's face once again.
"Very good!" He congratulated the robber. It wouldn't have been quite the huge insult that it was, except Malik was using a tone like what one would use on a dog or small child. "You get a gold star and five extra minutes of play before naptime! Now let's practice how to tie our shoes." Yami Bakura had had enough of Malik's patronizing for one day
"Silence!" He shouted. A bit too loud. A teacher stuck his head out of a nearby classroom and glared at the two.
"Shouldn't you boys be in class?" Neither one moved. "Get going now. You don't want to get in trouble on the first day, do you?" Finally, Malik and Yami Bakura regarded each other once more and then headed off to their seperate classes.
/Are you happy now?/ Bakura asked his other. /I told you nothing would come of it./
/No, you told me not to do it around Yami Yugi. You said nothing about it not working./
/Well, he's never listened to you before. Why would he do so now?/ Yami Bakura was still in a bit of a fit over his "mental defeat" at the hands of Malik and so was at a loss for words. He found himself using that terribly horrid mortal excuse....
/Because I said so./
The rest of second and third periods passed with little disturbance. Several times, Malik leaned over and asked Yugi why it was necessary to learn some of these things and Yugi was forced to answer with things such as "because they think we need to know how to calculate the third side of a triangle." Malik had looked at him with a rather confused expression.
"We can't just measure it?"
"Apparently not." Yugi told him with a shrug. Malik shook his head and cinued with his math problems.
Meanwhile, in Joey and Bakura's science class....
After a brief argument with his yami, Bakura was back in class, sitting next to Joey and taking notes on ecosystems.
"15.... 14.... 13...." Joey appeared to be counting down to something, though Bakura wasn't sure what.
"Whatever are you doing, Joey?"
"11... 10... 9.... Counting down to lunch.... 7...." The English boy gave a sigh and continued to scribble his notes down. Though, because he was Bakura, it was too neat to be called scribbling.
"Come on, bell! Ring!"
"You know, Joey, a watched pot never boils."
"I don't see any pot." In that moment that Joey was distracted and searching for the supposed non-boiling pot, the bell rang, signalling the beginning the of lunch. And more general high-shool style insanity.
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More questions to answer! Fun!
SoulBonded: Please do not mind the short chapters. I'm short too. So's Yugi and we all love him.
Ayod: Thank you for the piccie! I love it!! And your story's coming awesome! I think that's the first time I've ever inspired anyone.... And Malik does show the memory to Yami and the others. It just takes awhile. I saw it in a manga that my friend Wataru has. Mmmm.... Shirtless Malik.....
And to everyone who's been reviewing: THANK YOU!!!! ARIGATO!! MERCI BEAUCOUP!! GRACI!!! GRACIAS!!! That's all I know.......