I-I-I... I can't belive it! Gomen, Ryou!

Ryou: *In his too-cute british dub voice* Huh?

I feel SORRY for Peg because your Yami took an unfair advantage over him and stole his eye in a painful way! ;_;

Ryou: -_-;;

Lily: *Pokes me* Alana? The Gentle Readers?

Oh! *Turns to you guys* Sorry that it's been so long since I updated. *grins sheepishly* Well, I'm back, and I have all sorts of ideas for this. Now, to get through the boring stuff first...

Ryou = Nice Bakura

Bakura = Evil Bakura

:: Blah :: Thinking to self

[Blah] Thinking to a hikari

{Blah} Thinking to a yami

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(A/N: Blah) Me randomly inserting a comment

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Now, before we begin, I wish to present you with a Real Life Moment...

Me: *Readingthe TokyoPop Gundam Wing manga* You know, this isn't so hard to understand after all.Not anywhere near as bad as people say.

Ian: (My brother) So, explain it to me.

Me: No, it would take too long.

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Pale Night

1-3:

Kill The Idiot

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[May I kill him now?]

{No.}

[... ... ... May I kill him now?]

{No.}

[Please?]

{No.}

The voice sighs and contents herself by thinking up various, painful ways for him to die. Jonathan just continues to whine snobbily about the trip, the bus, his (apparently very rich) parents, and The World As We Know It.

Obviously, both me and the voice have gotten SLIGHTLY annoyed. Oh, just ever so slightly.

Yes, that was sarcasm.

Finally- FINALLY- the bus pulls up in front of the school building, and I manage to push out in front of the most annoying snob on earth. The woman then gets us to line up, somehow, although thankfully not in order (I would rather drink Drain-O than stand next to HIM again) and we shuffle, stomp, and stroll in a ragged, noisy line to the gym.

I think I mentioned that I hate teens.

At the gym, bunches of Japanese teens march- in a quiet, orderly fasion- to meet the random, noisy MOB of American idiots that I'm grouped with by deafault.

{I hate the unwashed masses.}

[Do you mean the teenagers?]

{No, I mean the average American in general. I mean, anyone who'll buy Captain Underpants instead of Shounen Jump, or watch Spongebob instead of Rurouni Kenshin, has GOT to be an idiot.}

"Okay, everyone, please quiet down!" The announcer-lady waves a clip board over her head. Most of the Americans ignore her. "QUIET!"

This time, everyone settles down.

"I'm going to call out the name of the person hosting, THEN the name of the student they will be hosting. You will quietly pair up, and then you will leave school early. Tomorrow, you take the day off and get to know each other better, as well as customs and expectations. Now, Ryou Bakura, you will be hosting Nisha Hillsdale."

I run a hand through my hair one last time and push out of the mob. A boy steps out of the orderly line.

[That's a boy? He looks like a girl!]

{Oh, shut up.}

But, with that long white hair, deep brown eyes, and very innocent air, he does look a LITTLE like one...

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{THAT'S the girl I'm hosting?}

[She looks like the PharohBaka!]

She stares a little at me, and I stare alot at her. More specifically, at her short black hair edged blue with red lightning-bolt bangs.

After I get over that shock, I take in the fact that she's wearing a rather criptic blue shirt with a long, open silvery vest over it, sort of like Kaiba's white trench coat, and black jeans. And a wide black leather choker with the Mellenium symbol on it in gold. And the fact that she really does look like Yami, since although her right eye has her hair brushed over it, her left eye is quite visibly a deep wine red.

After stareing at her for a second too long, she sighs and rubs her forehead with one (Leather-biker-glove clad) hand and looks at me, shifting so her... three... oversized belts clink.

And says, quite loudly, "I though I had left people like you in the good ol' US of A. Stop stareing, will ya?"

I blush. "S- sorry. You look exactly like one of my friends..."

[They're not MY friends.]

"Good for your friend. Can we leave? I want to start unpacking." She walks up to me, grabs my arm, and drags me out of the gym.

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Urgh, I meant to write more, but my brother wants his computer back... So... Please reveiw this, and I'll update it soon.

Oh, and if you want to see the T-shirt Nisha's wearing, just go THERE http://www.thinkgeek.com/interests/megatokyo/leetware/5aef/

I want that shirt...