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Gengetsu.
Notes: Yes, the characters are portrayed out-of-character. Do I care? Yes, every chapter has an image song. I made them try to fit the mood. Yes, I'm messing around with the continuity and rewriting parts of the story, but oh well. If you don't like it, DON'T READ IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Song Info: Tsubasa, Lunar: Silver Star Story (Japanese) opening
Angel's Tears
Chapter One: The Stage is Set
Seto Kaiba walked into the classroom. It was the first day at the new school, Hateshinai Academy. Not that he was nervous or anything. All the people should be the same, he thought. After all, in 6th and 7th grade, he'd had the same classmates. That was actually a result of being in the advanced program, but who cared? This was a genius school, after all. He only had two friends in his class. The others he looked down upon, judging them talking primates. Though they were in the gifted, they could never hold an intelligent conversation, he grumbled to himself.
The room was arranged with 5 tables, 4 seats at each. He took a seat at the back table. He was the first one there, so he pulled out his copy of Debt of Honor and started reading. Suddenly the book levitated. He spoke without looking up. "Trying to die, Mizu-chan?"
Mizuhara Gengetsu laughed. "Watch it Kaiba-kun, I'm older than you."
"I'm cuter." he joked. He was kidding around because Mizuhara was beautiful. Her blonde hair looked as if it was the wind in a more material form, flowing everywhere. Her skin was pale, her features delicate. Her blue eyes were like a still lake; they could either reflect you back perfectly or show their depths.
"What's with this incredibly deep conversation?" Ryou Bakura inquired, sliding into the seat on the right of Kaiba. Mizuhara sat on Bakura's right. The rest of the class had filed in. Sudddenly the TV screen flicked on. A stern-looking woman was looking out impassivly.
"Hello, new pupils of Hateshinai Academy. I am the headmistress, Mrs. Ravana. You should all feel honored to belong to this school; only the most intelligent make it in." She paused, then continued.
"We use a system that may be strange to you. All of you take a good look around. The people in your class will be your classmates untill you graduate. In this school, the teachers move from class to class. The only times you will leave the class is to go to your one elective, to lunch, and for your break."
The screen flickered off. The class started talking. "Great, another 5 years with these damn talking primates." Kaiba muttered, snatching his book off Mizuhara's lap.
"Be nice." Mizuhara playfully chided.
"Why should I?" he asked.
"Because not everyone can be as genius as the King of Geniuses, Kaiba-san." Bakura added in a light tone.
"I told you I hated that." Kaiba said. He didn't like people labeling him as the 'smart one', as so many often did. Once in 6th grade, they had done a project on who they would pick for a 5-peron survival group and why, and everyone had picked Kaiba as one of the members. The reason was invariably 'he's smart,", despite the fact that they were all in the gifted, and smart themselves. Ever since then, that's what people knew him as, and he hated it.
"I'm sorry." Bakura said. Kaiba opened his mouth to make a snide retort, but Bakura was saved by the opening of the door. A neon-orange-haired teacher walked in.
"My name is Mr. Hakuchi." he said. The class all looked at each other. Mizuhara held her hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles. Bakura chuckled. "Mr Idiot?" he quietly said.
"Probably'll live up to the name." Kaiba added dryly.
"Shut up or I'll give you all a month of detention!" Mr. Hakuchi yelled.
"Um sir?" Mizuhara said quietly.
"What is it?" Mr. Hakuchi snarled.
"There is no detention room." Mizuhara said.
"Then I won't let you eat lunch for a month!" Mr. Hakuchi countered.
"Not like I ever get a lunch anyway." Kaiba murmured under his breath. Mizuhara looked over sympathetically.
"And no breaks, and no snack and no elective an-"
"But sir, that's illegal." Bakura protested.
"I don't care! I'm the law for this classroom in this period, and what I say is what happens."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." another student added.
"Are you disobeying me?" he thundered.
"No sir, merely showing disbelief." the boy replied.
Mr. Hakuchi drew in a breath. "I don't care what you obstreperous brats say! I am the law here! I can punish you however I want! You may be geniuses, but you are not able to disobey your teacher!" he ranted.
"Actually, you are bound by the school rules, and can only impose punishments by following the school's discipline rules." Bakura said.
"And those rules haven't been written yet, so you can't punish us yet." Kaiba added.
"Anyway, we haven't done anything but exercise our right to protest unfair treatment, which is granted us by this school's code of conduct." Mizuhara finished.
Just then the door opened again, revealing a figure standing there. She was short, only about 4'5, with flawless ivory skin. Flaming red hair was long, wavy; flowing almost like water. She had a small nose, and delicate pink-colored lips. Her eyes were covered by sunglasses. When she took them off, they got a glimpse of smoky grey eyes.
"Is this Mr. Hakuchi's classroom?" she asked in a quiet yet clear voice that was oddly accented.
"Yes, it is. Who are you and why are you late?" Mr. Hakuchi demanded.
"Your pardon, sir. I required some assistance in getting here, and then they had to find me a class."
"I suppose you're one of the American students." Mr. Hakuchi said.
"Yes, sir."
"I guess I'll put you by an English-speaker." he growled. "Who here speaks English?" Only Kaiba, Mizuhara, and Bakura raised their hands.
"Great, the three smart-ass ones. At least they're all sitting together. Go sit with them." Mr. Hakuchi ordered. She hesitated. "What are you waiting for?"
"I'm...not sure of where they are, sir. I can't see very much." she admitted.
"Someone guide her." Mr. Hakuchi snapped impatiently. Wordlessly, Mizuhara got up, took her arm, and guided her to the table they sat at.
A bell rang. Mr. Hakuchi left without waiting for the other teacher to come in. As soon as he left, the class started talking. "It's nice to meet you." Mizuhara exclaimed, turning to the girl. "Why don't you introduce yourself? They don't bite or anything."
"I'm Sayuriame Hoshizora, but you can call me Yuri." she said.
"I'm Ryou Bakura, but everyone calls me Bakura. Nice to meet you." Bakura said.
"Seto Kaiba, call me Kaiba." Kaiba said tonelessly, not looking up from his book.
"Nice to meet you. All of you." Yuri replied.
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'Tsubasa' Translation
Far, far into the distant horizon
let's ride forgotten on wings in the wind
Sometime we will surely meet -
as the charming future
beckons us on.
Let's start the journey
to a new world!
Open the door to a memorable legend!
Far in the distance beyond that cloud
hope can be seen in our beating chests.
Though we may stumble at times,
now take courage in our hearts.
Let's walk!
Let's start the journey
to a world of adventure;
A limitless dream unfolding into the blue sky.
Let's start the journey
to a new world!
Open the door to a memorable legend!
________________________________________________________________
So, what do you all think? Please tell me, do the lyrics make you feel anything (in terms of the chapter)? Do they help the mood? Should I put them first to heighten mood? Is the plot ok? Am I moving too fast; should the pace be slower? Please let me know!
Gengetsu.
Notes: Yes, the characters are portrayed out-of-character. Do I care? Yes, every chapter has an image song. I made them try to fit the mood. Yes, I'm messing around with the continuity and rewriting parts of the story, but oh well. If you don't like it, DON'T READ IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Song Info: Tsubasa, Lunar: Silver Star Story (Japanese) opening
Angel's Tears
Chapter One: The Stage is Set
Seto Kaiba walked into the classroom. It was the first day at the new school, Hateshinai Academy. Not that he was nervous or anything. All the people should be the same, he thought. After all, in 6th and 7th grade, he'd had the same classmates. That was actually a result of being in the advanced program, but who cared? This was a genius school, after all. He only had two friends in his class. The others he looked down upon, judging them talking primates. Though they were in the gifted, they could never hold an intelligent conversation, he grumbled to himself.
The room was arranged with 5 tables, 4 seats at each. He took a seat at the back table. He was the first one there, so he pulled out his copy of Debt of Honor and started reading. Suddenly the book levitated. He spoke without looking up. "Trying to die, Mizu-chan?"
Mizuhara Gengetsu laughed. "Watch it Kaiba-kun, I'm older than you."
"I'm cuter." he joked. He was kidding around because Mizuhara was beautiful. Her blonde hair looked as if it was the wind in a more material form, flowing everywhere. Her skin was pale, her features delicate. Her blue eyes were like a still lake; they could either reflect you back perfectly or show their depths.
"What's with this incredibly deep conversation?" Ryou Bakura inquired, sliding into the seat on the right of Kaiba. Mizuhara sat on Bakura's right. The rest of the class had filed in. Sudddenly the TV screen flicked on. A stern-looking woman was looking out impassivly.
"Hello, new pupils of Hateshinai Academy. I am the headmistress, Mrs. Ravana. You should all feel honored to belong to this school; only the most intelligent make it in." She paused, then continued.
"We use a system that may be strange to you. All of you take a good look around. The people in your class will be your classmates untill you graduate. In this school, the teachers move from class to class. The only times you will leave the class is to go to your one elective, to lunch, and for your break."
The screen flickered off. The class started talking. "Great, another 5 years with these damn talking primates." Kaiba muttered, snatching his book off Mizuhara's lap.
"Be nice." Mizuhara playfully chided.
"Why should I?" he asked.
"Because not everyone can be as genius as the King of Geniuses, Kaiba-san." Bakura added in a light tone.
"I told you I hated that." Kaiba said. He didn't like people labeling him as the 'smart one', as so many often did. Once in 6th grade, they had done a project on who they would pick for a 5-peron survival group and why, and everyone had picked Kaiba as one of the members. The reason was invariably 'he's smart,", despite the fact that they were all in the gifted, and smart themselves. Ever since then, that's what people knew him as, and he hated it.
"I'm sorry." Bakura said. Kaiba opened his mouth to make a snide retort, but Bakura was saved by the opening of the door. A neon-orange-haired teacher walked in.
"My name is Mr. Hakuchi." he said. The class all looked at each other. Mizuhara held her hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles. Bakura chuckled. "Mr Idiot?" he quietly said.
"Probably'll live up to the name." Kaiba added dryly.
"Shut up or I'll give you all a month of detention!" Mr. Hakuchi yelled.
"Um sir?" Mizuhara said quietly.
"What is it?" Mr. Hakuchi snarled.
"There is no detention room." Mizuhara said.
"Then I won't let you eat lunch for a month!" Mr. Hakuchi countered.
"Not like I ever get a lunch anyway." Kaiba murmured under his breath. Mizuhara looked over sympathetically.
"And no breaks, and no snack and no elective an-"
"But sir, that's illegal." Bakura protested.
"I don't care! I'm the law for this classroom in this period, and what I say is what happens."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." another student added.
"Are you disobeying me?" he thundered.
"No sir, merely showing disbelief." the boy replied.
Mr. Hakuchi drew in a breath. "I don't care what you obstreperous brats say! I am the law here! I can punish you however I want! You may be geniuses, but you are not able to disobey your teacher!" he ranted.
"Actually, you are bound by the school rules, and can only impose punishments by following the school's discipline rules." Bakura said.
"And those rules haven't been written yet, so you can't punish us yet." Kaiba added.
"Anyway, we haven't done anything but exercise our right to protest unfair treatment, which is granted us by this school's code of conduct." Mizuhara finished.
Just then the door opened again, revealing a figure standing there. She was short, only about 4'5, with flawless ivory skin. Flaming red hair was long, wavy; flowing almost like water. She had a small nose, and delicate pink-colored lips. Her eyes were covered by sunglasses. When she took them off, they got a glimpse of smoky grey eyes.
"Is this Mr. Hakuchi's classroom?" she asked in a quiet yet clear voice that was oddly accented.
"Yes, it is. Who are you and why are you late?" Mr. Hakuchi demanded.
"Your pardon, sir. I required some assistance in getting here, and then they had to find me a class."
"I suppose you're one of the American students." Mr. Hakuchi said.
"Yes, sir."
"I guess I'll put you by an English-speaker." he growled. "Who here speaks English?" Only Kaiba, Mizuhara, and Bakura raised their hands.
"Great, the three smart-ass ones. At least they're all sitting together. Go sit with them." Mr. Hakuchi ordered. She hesitated. "What are you waiting for?"
"I'm...not sure of where they are, sir. I can't see very much." she admitted.
"Someone guide her." Mr. Hakuchi snapped impatiently. Wordlessly, Mizuhara got up, took her arm, and guided her to the table they sat at.
A bell rang. Mr. Hakuchi left without waiting for the other teacher to come in. As soon as he left, the class started talking. "It's nice to meet you." Mizuhara exclaimed, turning to the girl. "Why don't you introduce yourself? They don't bite or anything."
"I'm Sayuriame Hoshizora, but you can call me Yuri." she said.
"I'm Ryou Bakura, but everyone calls me Bakura. Nice to meet you." Bakura said.
"Seto Kaiba, call me Kaiba." Kaiba said tonelessly, not looking up from his book.
"Nice to meet you. All of you." Yuri replied.
________________________________________________________________
'Tsubasa' Translation
Far, far into the distant horizon
let's ride forgotten on wings in the wind
Sometime we will surely meet -
as the charming future
beckons us on.
Let's start the journey
to a new world!
Open the door to a memorable legend!
Far in the distance beyond that cloud
hope can be seen in our beating chests.
Though we may stumble at times,
now take courage in our hearts.
Let's walk!
Let's start the journey
to a world of adventure;
A limitless dream unfolding into the blue sky.
Let's start the journey
to a new world!
Open the door to a memorable legend!
________________________________________________________________
So, what do you all think? Please tell me, do the lyrics make you feel anything (in terms of the chapter)? Do they help the mood? Should I put them first to heighten mood? Is the plot ok? Am I moving too fast; should the pace be slower? Please let me know!