Always Room For One More!
Li~ I finally got my inspiration back... *lays back and folds arms behind her head* *sigh* It feels good to be writing my original story again...
Taylor~ I bet.
Li~ Hey Taylor, don't you have a fic going on about me and Seto? It's a play off of my chapter, 'Revenge on Seto!!!'
Taylor~ Yeah, I do, and only cuz I got your permission to use your character, riiiiiiggghht?
Li~ Right! Now be a sweetie and do the disclaimer!
Taylor~ ^.^ Li doesn't own Milk Duds, Rollos, any other candy mentioned, Yu-Gi-Oh! and she doesn't own me or my Yami anymore. They're all mine, MWUAHAHAHA!!! But Li and HER Yami are hers, as well as her Millenium Armband and my Millenium Gauntlet-- she was the one who came up with the idea to give me an Item. The teacher of detention is the actual detention teacher at her school, and that's the exact speech she gave and exactly how she acts. And, that's it, isn't it?
Li~ Yes! Excellent job! ^.^
Taylor~ ^.^
(By the way... his fanfiction screen name is Tikiman. Enjoy his fic and flame him and face ME!!!)
/Yami to Hikari/
\Hikari to their Yami\
()()()()()(passing time)()()()()
~*~flashback~*~
***dream***
'basic thought'
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Guess who's POV?
I sat straight up and stared at the detention teacher, Mrs. LT, which probably stood for Lieutenant. No student would be hardly surprised. She even scared the rest of the faculty! The first words she told the teachers and staff when she was hired were, "Do not send your kids down for me to babysit. I will NOT babysit. No hooligans are allowed, and once they come, they WON'T be back." Li shuddered as she thought of being this close to the legendary "Whip 'em once Whip 'em Twice Whip 'em Thrice They're Dead" detention teacher.
"Well, well well. Lots of criminals today," Mrs. LT said. "I'll call roll and then I'll assign your work." She rummaged through a rather LARGE pile of papers that included names and crimes of students that had come or will come in the next few days. "Ah, here we go... Jordan Hamilton? Rule Broken: Starting a food fight?"
An ebony-haired girl in the front row muttered "Here..." and slumped into her seat. I would bet she was framed. (This is the part I like; Trying to pin the criminals to the crime by how they acted.)
"Mia Gar... Gar... Gara.. hoff... skia? Garahofskia? Rule Broken: Tardiness?" Mia raised her hand in a far corner, her purple hair catching the light as she did so. The teacher didn't even look up as she called the next few names. "Derek Johnson? Rule broken: fighting? Joey Wheeler, rule broken: multiple...?"
Joey raised his hand with a large grin on his face. If I was right, he was a regular here, and had briefed me on what to do and what not to do. "Right here, Mrs. LT!"
Mrs. LT just grunted and called my name. "Li Mitome? Rule Broken: Tardiness?" I said 'Here' and proceeded to ignore the unusually large mole on the end of her nose... which was very disturbing.
"Seto Kaiba? Rule broken: Tardiness?" Seto looked up from that novel and said 'Here' same as me, before turning to face me and glare daggers at me. I just turned to my left and glared back. He got me here, really. Stupid tattle-tale. "Well, well well..." 'Must be the saying of the day,' I thought, considering it was probably the fourth time in five minutes she had said that. "The big CEO has graced us with his presence," she sneered.
I was bubbling with rage. Why was she making fun of him like that? SHE COULD BE FIRED! Wait... keep going, Mrs. LT... just a little more...
Seto glanced at me, as if he were reading my mind. I guess I felt like he wanted to fire her too. That would be kind of funny....
Mrs. LT sensed her current job-endangerment and went on to the other names. 'Darn!' I thought. 'If only she had said something else...'
/Why do you constantly worry over the boys?/ Yami said to me, standing at the door of my soul room. I quietly joined her.
\What do you mean?\ I said. Ooh... I was beginning to hate it when she appeared.
/You like Seto. You like Yami. You like--/
\I DO NOT!\
/Girls these days... what are we coming to? In my time, a girl concerned herself NOT with boys but learning to tend to the house after marriage.../ This was about the time I left and just stared at the ceiling. I hate lectures. Especially ones from my Yami about women's roles from her time.
About ten minutes later, Mrs. LT began handing out assignments our teachers sent for us. As she and her enourmous.... body bounced around, her mole did too. That mole had a life of its own. I swear, if it got any bigger or closer the thing would eat me. Seto seemed to think the same thing; he kept staring at it. The odd thing is, the longer he stared it seemed the larger it got. An insane thought rushed through my mind, and I quickly brushed it off. 'DEMON MOLE!!!!'
When she and the 'Thing' got to me, she handed me my worksheet and reached across me to my left to give a worksheet to Seto. Her arm lifted up and I got a whiff of whatever was growing under there. I almost passed out, and muttered, "Deo..... dorant!!!!!!" Unfortunately for me, I think she heard me.
After a half hour into the punishment, I started falling asleep. My head bowed. Wouldn't ya know, ten seconds later, I was rudely awakened by a very loud, and very HARD slap on the head with a rolled up worksheet. My eyes teared up a bit, and she looked down at me. "Pathetic children! (She started walking back to her desk then) They have no discipline! Why, when I was a kid..." I just held my head and glared at her, and then glared at Seto when he doubled up with silent laughter as my eyes teared up some more.
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Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... I stared at the black clock on the wall, and sat on the edge of the seat. The second that thing hit four o' clock, I was gone. Five... four... three... I looked at Seto, and saw he was doing the same thing. He looked at me, and mentally we agreed on seeing who was the first to reach the candy shop at the corner of Fifth and Sixth street, three blocks away. Two... One...
Somewhere in the distance, a church chimed once. Twice. Thrice. *I love that word... thrice, thrice... makes up a song with 'thrice'* Before it had finished chiming, Seto and I had raced out of the basement and up the stairs without Mrs. LT sicking her living mole beast on us. In about thirty seconds, we had made it three blocks away from Mrs. Lt, and were glad we could rest and talk without that... thing glaring at us.
"So... exactly... how did you learn to run like that?" I panted, leaning against the wall of the candy store.
"I dunno... Just comes... naturally when you're running... from a mole the size... of a dinner plate that... will haunt my dreams for the next... week..." He sat down on a bench next to the door, and I followed suit.
He looked inside the door. "Want some Milk Duds?"
I looked at him to see if he was joking or not. "Sure, why not?"
He stood up and walked in the door. I followed him. Ten minutes later, we walked out of the store laughing and talking like old friends, and we each had a HUGE bag of candies per person.
"It's for Mokuba, I swear!" He laughed, but couldn't help digging into a box of Milk Duds.
"Right, I believe you." I said, helping myself to some Rollos.
"Seriously!" We laughed and joked as we walked down the next four blocks.
"This were you live?" I asked, motioning to the HUGE-butt mansion we found ourselves in front of.
"Yeah, this is my place. Want to come in? You could stay for supper, if you like." He smiled and open the very large gates that led up to the stone fountain in front.
I found myself blushing, and had to turn away as I regained my composure. 'What is he thinking?! We're supposed to hate each other.... gahh... I hate it when this happens...' I finally was able to turn and face him. "I'm sorry, I really should go; the others will probably send out a search party if I'm gone much longer."
Seto seemed crushed, but tried not to show any emotion. "Well, allright. Stop by when you want!" He turned and walked toward the large wooden double doors in front, and I kind of felt regretful that I had turned him down. But I had been truthful; I would recieve a full-fledged interrogation when I got home.
I was walking to the Game Shop, barely a block away, when someone grabbed me and pulled me into an alley between the Pizza Parlor and Bates' Apartments. Whoever it was, dragged me around behind the apartments and back to the other side of the block. We came out in the dark and crime-filled side of town; the side that no one who grew up here made any difference in the world. I hated it over here. There were so many beggers and (rumored to be) pervs and rapists it wasn't funny. Finally, the guy (I assumed it was a guy) whirled me around on a wall to face him and had me pinned by the shoulders. His face was barely an inch away from mine, and his breath reeked of beer and cigarettes. Towering over me, his intimidation greatly improved the outcome in his favor. If I were to fight right now, I was going to have my @$$ kicked. I needed to wait until I got used to his breath and height before I attacked.
"Hey, Gorgeous, what are you doing here?" He said, waving more of that awful beer smell my way.
"I don't know; And I don't want to know. But would you care to tell the police?" I snapped. I was pissed and scared. Not a good combination.
"Mm.... feisty. I like 'em like that, you know that, toots?" He began pressing his torso closer to me. I did NOT like that.
In a sudden burst of energy, I nailed him in the balls and tried to get away. He doubled over in pain and caught my ankle at the same time. He winced, and muttered to me, "Girlie, you just got a one way ticket to Hell."
I was on the ground, just waiting for him to hit me. Kick me. Rob me. Something. I didn't like the bind I was in; mainly because this time, there seemed no way out. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he wound up with all his might and kicked me HARD in the ribs. I tried to not show my pain; that would only make him want to do it again.
"Babe, look, I just want a little action... and maybe some money," He grinned as kicked me again in the same spot. "Just hand over your wallet and drop the skirt, and you'll be fine!"
"Go... to Hell..." I coughed. A bit of red blood dripped from my mouth. This was just great; two kicks and I was spittin' up blood.
"Aww, you're going to hurt meh feelin's, girlie." He grabbed me by my school vest and pressed me against the wall. "I don't like heart-breakers, now..." With amazing force, he threw me back into a tin garbage pail, squashing the tin pail and popping my back. I groaned as he picked me up and prepared to ram me into something harder.
I tried to protest, but it was too late. His grip tightened, and he rammed me headfirst into the brick wall of the apartments, with me instantly blacking out.
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Li~ Ouch.
Taylor~ I sympathize.
Li~ You little chicken. *turns to readers* He thought his fic, 'Detention and Fishsticks' was going to bomb so he wouldn't load it. I had to get his password and do it for him. Remember; his name is Tikiman, so go look for it, read, and review. Send him a good one; he'll appreciate it and might keep writing.
Taylor~ I heard that.
Li~ Just do the preview so we can duel.
Taylor~ *shuffling deck* Next chapter: Who will save her before she's robbed... or worse? Will someone come to her rescue before it's too late? Read on for more!!!
Li~ I'm all shuffled!
Taylor~ Ready...
Li~ Set...
Both~ DUEL!!! *begin dueling*
Read and review, please!
Li~ I finally got my inspiration back... *lays back and folds arms behind her head* *sigh* It feels good to be writing my original story again...
Taylor~ I bet.
Li~ Hey Taylor, don't you have a fic going on about me and Seto? It's a play off of my chapter, 'Revenge on Seto!!!'
Taylor~ Yeah, I do, and only cuz I got your permission to use your character, riiiiiiggghht?
Li~ Right! Now be a sweetie and do the disclaimer!
Taylor~ ^.^ Li doesn't own Milk Duds, Rollos, any other candy mentioned, Yu-Gi-Oh! and she doesn't own me or my Yami anymore. They're all mine, MWUAHAHAHA!!! But Li and HER Yami are hers, as well as her Millenium Armband and my Millenium Gauntlet-- she was the one who came up with the idea to give me an Item. The teacher of detention is the actual detention teacher at her school, and that's the exact speech she gave and exactly how she acts. And, that's it, isn't it?
Li~ Yes! Excellent job! ^.^
Taylor~ ^.^
(By the way... his fanfiction screen name is Tikiman. Enjoy his fic and flame him and face ME!!!)
/Yami to Hikari/
\Hikari to their Yami\
()()()()()(passing time)()()()()
~*~flashback~*~
***dream***
'basic thought'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Guess who's POV?
I sat straight up and stared at the detention teacher, Mrs. LT, which probably stood for Lieutenant. No student would be hardly surprised. She even scared the rest of the faculty! The first words she told the teachers and staff when she was hired were, "Do not send your kids down for me to babysit. I will NOT babysit. No hooligans are allowed, and once they come, they WON'T be back." Li shuddered as she thought of being this close to the legendary "Whip 'em once Whip 'em Twice Whip 'em Thrice They're Dead" detention teacher.
"Well, well well. Lots of criminals today," Mrs. LT said. "I'll call roll and then I'll assign your work." She rummaged through a rather LARGE pile of papers that included names and crimes of students that had come or will come in the next few days. "Ah, here we go... Jordan Hamilton? Rule Broken: Starting a food fight?"
An ebony-haired girl in the front row muttered "Here..." and slumped into her seat. I would bet she was framed. (This is the part I like; Trying to pin the criminals to the crime by how they acted.)
"Mia Gar... Gar... Gara.. hoff... skia? Garahofskia? Rule Broken: Tardiness?" Mia raised her hand in a far corner, her purple hair catching the light as she did so. The teacher didn't even look up as she called the next few names. "Derek Johnson? Rule broken: fighting? Joey Wheeler, rule broken: multiple...?"
Joey raised his hand with a large grin on his face. If I was right, he was a regular here, and had briefed me on what to do and what not to do. "Right here, Mrs. LT!"
Mrs. LT just grunted and called my name. "Li Mitome? Rule Broken: Tardiness?" I said 'Here' and proceeded to ignore the unusually large mole on the end of her nose... which was very disturbing.
"Seto Kaiba? Rule broken: Tardiness?" Seto looked up from that novel and said 'Here' same as me, before turning to face me and glare daggers at me. I just turned to my left and glared back. He got me here, really. Stupid tattle-tale. "Well, well well..." 'Must be the saying of the day,' I thought, considering it was probably the fourth time in five minutes she had said that. "The big CEO has graced us with his presence," she sneered.
I was bubbling with rage. Why was she making fun of him like that? SHE COULD BE FIRED! Wait... keep going, Mrs. LT... just a little more...
Seto glanced at me, as if he were reading my mind. I guess I felt like he wanted to fire her too. That would be kind of funny....
Mrs. LT sensed her current job-endangerment and went on to the other names. 'Darn!' I thought. 'If only she had said something else...'
/Why do you constantly worry over the boys?/ Yami said to me, standing at the door of my soul room. I quietly joined her.
\What do you mean?\ I said. Ooh... I was beginning to hate it when she appeared.
/You like Seto. You like Yami. You like--/
\I DO NOT!\
/Girls these days... what are we coming to? In my time, a girl concerned herself NOT with boys but learning to tend to the house after marriage.../ This was about the time I left and just stared at the ceiling. I hate lectures. Especially ones from my Yami about women's roles from her time.
About ten minutes later, Mrs. LT began handing out assignments our teachers sent for us. As she and her enourmous.... body bounced around, her mole did too. That mole had a life of its own. I swear, if it got any bigger or closer the thing would eat me. Seto seemed to think the same thing; he kept staring at it. The odd thing is, the longer he stared it seemed the larger it got. An insane thought rushed through my mind, and I quickly brushed it off. 'DEMON MOLE!!!!'
When she and the 'Thing' got to me, she handed me my worksheet and reached across me to my left to give a worksheet to Seto. Her arm lifted up and I got a whiff of whatever was growing under there. I almost passed out, and muttered, "Deo..... dorant!!!!!!" Unfortunately for me, I think she heard me.
After a half hour into the punishment, I started falling asleep. My head bowed. Wouldn't ya know, ten seconds later, I was rudely awakened by a very loud, and very HARD slap on the head with a rolled up worksheet. My eyes teared up a bit, and she looked down at me. "Pathetic children! (She started walking back to her desk then) They have no discipline! Why, when I was a kid..." I just held my head and glared at her, and then glared at Seto when he doubled up with silent laughter as my eyes teared up some more.
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Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... I stared at the black clock on the wall, and sat on the edge of the seat. The second that thing hit four o' clock, I was gone. Five... four... three... I looked at Seto, and saw he was doing the same thing. He looked at me, and mentally we agreed on seeing who was the first to reach the candy shop at the corner of Fifth and Sixth street, three blocks away. Two... One...
Somewhere in the distance, a church chimed once. Twice. Thrice. *I love that word... thrice, thrice... makes up a song with 'thrice'* Before it had finished chiming, Seto and I had raced out of the basement and up the stairs without Mrs. LT sicking her living mole beast on us. In about thirty seconds, we had made it three blocks away from Mrs. Lt, and were glad we could rest and talk without that... thing glaring at us.
"So... exactly... how did you learn to run like that?" I panted, leaning against the wall of the candy store.
"I dunno... Just comes... naturally when you're running... from a mole the size... of a dinner plate that... will haunt my dreams for the next... week..." He sat down on a bench next to the door, and I followed suit.
He looked inside the door. "Want some Milk Duds?"
I looked at him to see if he was joking or not. "Sure, why not?"
He stood up and walked in the door. I followed him. Ten minutes later, we walked out of the store laughing and talking like old friends, and we each had a HUGE bag of candies per person.
"It's for Mokuba, I swear!" He laughed, but couldn't help digging into a box of Milk Duds.
"Right, I believe you." I said, helping myself to some Rollos.
"Seriously!" We laughed and joked as we walked down the next four blocks.
"This were you live?" I asked, motioning to the HUGE-butt mansion we found ourselves in front of.
"Yeah, this is my place. Want to come in? You could stay for supper, if you like." He smiled and open the very large gates that led up to the stone fountain in front.
I found myself blushing, and had to turn away as I regained my composure. 'What is he thinking?! We're supposed to hate each other.... gahh... I hate it when this happens...' I finally was able to turn and face him. "I'm sorry, I really should go; the others will probably send out a search party if I'm gone much longer."
Seto seemed crushed, but tried not to show any emotion. "Well, allright. Stop by when you want!" He turned and walked toward the large wooden double doors in front, and I kind of felt regretful that I had turned him down. But I had been truthful; I would recieve a full-fledged interrogation when I got home.
I was walking to the Game Shop, barely a block away, when someone grabbed me and pulled me into an alley between the Pizza Parlor and Bates' Apartments. Whoever it was, dragged me around behind the apartments and back to the other side of the block. We came out in the dark and crime-filled side of town; the side that no one who grew up here made any difference in the world. I hated it over here. There were so many beggers and (rumored to be) pervs and rapists it wasn't funny. Finally, the guy (I assumed it was a guy) whirled me around on a wall to face him and had me pinned by the shoulders. His face was barely an inch away from mine, and his breath reeked of beer and cigarettes. Towering over me, his intimidation greatly improved the outcome in his favor. If I were to fight right now, I was going to have my @$$ kicked. I needed to wait until I got used to his breath and height before I attacked.
"Hey, Gorgeous, what are you doing here?" He said, waving more of that awful beer smell my way.
"I don't know; And I don't want to know. But would you care to tell the police?" I snapped. I was pissed and scared. Not a good combination.
"Mm.... feisty. I like 'em like that, you know that, toots?" He began pressing his torso closer to me. I did NOT like that.
In a sudden burst of energy, I nailed him in the balls and tried to get away. He doubled over in pain and caught my ankle at the same time. He winced, and muttered to me, "Girlie, you just got a one way ticket to Hell."
I was on the ground, just waiting for him to hit me. Kick me. Rob me. Something. I didn't like the bind I was in; mainly because this time, there seemed no way out. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he wound up with all his might and kicked me HARD in the ribs. I tried to not show my pain; that would only make him want to do it again.
"Babe, look, I just want a little action... and maybe some money," He grinned as kicked me again in the same spot. "Just hand over your wallet and drop the skirt, and you'll be fine!"
"Go... to Hell..." I coughed. A bit of red blood dripped from my mouth. This was just great; two kicks and I was spittin' up blood.
"Aww, you're going to hurt meh feelin's, girlie." He grabbed me by my school vest and pressed me against the wall. "I don't like heart-breakers, now..." With amazing force, he threw me back into a tin garbage pail, squashing the tin pail and popping my back. I groaned as he picked me up and prepared to ram me into something harder.
I tried to protest, but it was too late. His grip tightened, and he rammed me headfirst into the brick wall of the apartments, with me instantly blacking out.
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Li~ Ouch.
Taylor~ I sympathize.
Li~ You little chicken. *turns to readers* He thought his fic, 'Detention and Fishsticks' was going to bomb so he wouldn't load it. I had to get his password and do it for him. Remember; his name is Tikiman, so go look for it, read, and review. Send him a good one; he'll appreciate it and might keep writing.
Taylor~ I heard that.
Li~ Just do the preview so we can duel.
Taylor~ *shuffling deck* Next chapter: Who will save her before she's robbed... or worse? Will someone come to her rescue before it's too late? Read on for more!!!
Li~ I'm all shuffled!
Taylor~ Ready...
Li~ Set...
Both~ DUEL!!! *begin dueling*
Read and review, please!