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point of all of this?
Note: //sentence// still means a person is thinking. It has not changed since the first chapter.
Kaiba sat in his office, working on his computer. Fingers flew across the keyboard, his eyes glued to the screen. Suddenly, he stopped. He hit a few keys experimentally, and tried to move the mouse. Nothing happened.
// Argh! // He moaned, // The computer froze. Well, at least I did save my work. Imagine if I lost all of today's work- now there's a scary thought.//
He turned off the computer. He didn't feel like doing anymore work, and besides, he had a feeling the computer would just freeze again. He wasn't even sure why he bothered to use it. The one he had at home was so much more advanced. He knew he should replace it, but didn't have time yet.
Pushing away the keyboard, he leaned back in his chair. He glanced at the clock. The glowing numbers read four-thirty.
He sighed. If it weren't Saturday, he would be out of school by now. He might even be at home, instead of being stuck here at the office. No normal student worked on a Saturday, but then again, he was no normal student.
// That wasn't very fair,// he thought. //CEO or no, I should at least be able to sleep in on the weekend. But nooo, six-thirty or so, and they call me saying they have a problem down at the office.
// 'Maybe Mr. Seto Kaiba would like to come take a look at it.' // he mocked.
// I don't even get up that early for school!//
School. . . that reminded him of something. He racked his memory for whatever it was, but his search came up empty.
// What was it? // He thought furiously. // What did I forget? //
Suddenly, he sat bolt upright. Realization dawned quickly. What he remembered was not good, not good at all.
// Shoot! // He thought, // I still have a project to finish. The teacher'll have a fit if I don't do it, plus I'll fail. //
The thought hurt. Failing was not that bad, he already had a job, so he didn't worry about getting good grades to go to college and such. What worried him the most was his teacher. He could almost swear the man lived to torment his students. With other teachers, he would say he was exaggerating, but in this case, it was all too real.
--------------------------------------------*Flashback*--------------------- ---------------------------
The teacher stood in the front of the classroom, waiting, with almost unnatural patience for the students to quiet down.
// Is it just me? // Kaiba thought, //Or does the teacher look strangely . . . evil today? Wait- doesn't he look evil every day? //
Little did he know just how evil their teacher would turn out to be, asides from giving an unearthly amount of homework.
A few seats away, Kaiba heard Yugi voice a similar question out loud to his friends.
"You know, Yugi, " Tea answered, "You're probably right. "
// For once. // Kaiba thought to himself.
"Huh?" Joey spoke up, "Dat's not a good thing, is it?"
Kaiba couldn't resist the opportunity.
"Nothing this teacher does is ever good. " He answered. "If you weren't such an idiot, you would've noticed that by now."
"WHAT?!" Joey yelled.
Several classmates turned towards them. The teacher glared at him, but Joey either didn't notice, or didn't care. He would care later, but now, he was too angry.
Kaiba went further. "That's right, Joey. You heard me. The only thing this little puppy can do is obey other people's commands." He sneered.
"Kaiba, you little jerk." Joey growled. " I'll show you-"
He leapt from his desk starting toward Kaiba angrily. The teacher said nothing, but continued to eye him, as if daring him to keep going. All the other students went deathly quiet, waiting to see when Joey would notice, if he did at all. Many held their breaths, watching the teacher's face grow even more furious as Joey scrambled to get at Kaiba.
"Joey, calm down." Bakura whispered, motioning toward a very angry teacher.
Joey cast one hasty glance at the teacher. He swallowed audibly, and turned meekly back to his desk.
Several students snickered quietly, but he knew better than to respond this time. He kept his mouth shut, and seethed silently at Kaiba's triumphant expression. Mentally, he made a note to get back at Kaiba some other time, when it was safer
Finally, the teacher turned away from him, sure that there would not be another outburst, and addressed the class.
"For this upcoming weekend," he said, "I want all of you to do a four- page, typed report on a person you know. The report will highlight what makes that person special, and what they are like."
Kaiba smirked. This would be one easy assignment. All he had to do was write about Joey. After all, the kid was special- not though, in a good sense.
He could imagine it now: "Joey, an amateur duelist and total loser, had the nerve to challenge me to a duel. Me- the world champion. . . Yeah the kid had guts, he did alright- for a dueling monkey, the kid was stupid, the kid was a major loser, and the kid ended up being degraded to a whimpering mutt, but other than that. . ."
The teacher glanced at Kaiba, and as if he could read his mind, and added, "Also, I want the report to be positive. Anything with something negative in it will get an automatic zero."
Kaiba swore silently as the teacher continued. "This report will count as a major part of your recent averages, so I expect you all to do a good job on it."
He sank down into his chair.
// This is probably going to turn out to be a lot harder than I anticipated. //
------------------------------------*End flashback*------------------------- --------------------------
He stared blankly at his computer, and sighed. How was it possible to write four whole pages on anyone? Four positive ones too, on top of that. He went through the possibilities. Not surprisingly, there weren't many.
Mokuba? As much as he loved his brother, and as much as he hated to admit it, it would not work. His brother was special to him, but he doubted very much that he could convey that onto paper for the teacher to read. After all, that was extremely personal. He also didn't think that the teacher would understand.
Yugi? The idea was quickly trashed. Sure the kid was a good duelist- that was the problem. He had been too good. Though when he thought about it, he didn't believe Yugi could act like that. There was something strange . . . Still, the thought of his defeat still made him bitter. He wanted another rematch desperately. It would probably come later- after this report. The fact that Yugi had helped him did not improve matters much.
He sighed again. Trust the teacher to come up with stupid ideas like this one. He got up from his desk. At this rate, he might as well go home. He wasn't about to get any work done worrying about the report.
As he got past his desk, an object caught his eye- it was the carving he had received earlier. He picked it up, running his hands over its intricate details, feeling the silky wood under his fingers.
The carving gave him an idea. Four pages? He carefully considered the option.
// It might be possible,// he decided. //A report on Tammy. This will be interesting. //
He carefully set the carving down on his desk again, and picked up his briefcase. Weeks later, he would wish that he had not thought to do this report on her, but right now, he suspected nothing.
As he walked out of his office, a smile flickered across his face, "And there she goes and helps me again. I hate it when that happens." He murmured to himself.
And that folks, is chapter two. Well, I hoped you liked it. Please review and let me know what you think. Personally, I thought this chapter was pretty pointless, but I'm pretty sure a reason for it will come up a few chapters later, if I remember. (That's sad, isn't it?) Also, I was surprised at all the people who reviewed and told me to keep writing. I feel special, and you reviewers should too. Again, please tell me if there are any mistakes in this or the previous chapter. Thanks! ^-^
Note: //sentence// still means a person is thinking. It has not changed since the first chapter.
Kaiba sat in his office, working on his computer. Fingers flew across the keyboard, his eyes glued to the screen. Suddenly, he stopped. He hit a few keys experimentally, and tried to move the mouse. Nothing happened.
// Argh! // He moaned, // The computer froze. Well, at least I did save my work. Imagine if I lost all of today's work- now there's a scary thought.//
He turned off the computer. He didn't feel like doing anymore work, and besides, he had a feeling the computer would just freeze again. He wasn't even sure why he bothered to use it. The one he had at home was so much more advanced. He knew he should replace it, but didn't have time yet.
Pushing away the keyboard, he leaned back in his chair. He glanced at the clock. The glowing numbers read four-thirty.
He sighed. If it weren't Saturday, he would be out of school by now. He might even be at home, instead of being stuck here at the office. No normal student worked on a Saturday, but then again, he was no normal student.
// That wasn't very fair,// he thought. //CEO or no, I should at least be able to sleep in on the weekend. But nooo, six-thirty or so, and they call me saying they have a problem down at the office.
// 'Maybe Mr. Seto Kaiba would like to come take a look at it.' // he mocked.
// I don't even get up that early for school!//
School. . . that reminded him of something. He racked his memory for whatever it was, but his search came up empty.
// What was it? // He thought furiously. // What did I forget? //
Suddenly, he sat bolt upright. Realization dawned quickly. What he remembered was not good, not good at all.
// Shoot! // He thought, // I still have a project to finish. The teacher'll have a fit if I don't do it, plus I'll fail. //
The thought hurt. Failing was not that bad, he already had a job, so he didn't worry about getting good grades to go to college and such. What worried him the most was his teacher. He could almost swear the man lived to torment his students. With other teachers, he would say he was exaggerating, but in this case, it was all too real.
--------------------------------------------*Flashback*--------------------- ---------------------------
The teacher stood in the front of the classroom, waiting, with almost unnatural patience for the students to quiet down.
// Is it just me? // Kaiba thought, //Or does the teacher look strangely . . . evil today? Wait- doesn't he look evil every day? //
Little did he know just how evil their teacher would turn out to be, asides from giving an unearthly amount of homework.
A few seats away, Kaiba heard Yugi voice a similar question out loud to his friends.
"You know, Yugi, " Tea answered, "You're probably right. "
// For once. // Kaiba thought to himself.
"Huh?" Joey spoke up, "Dat's not a good thing, is it?"
Kaiba couldn't resist the opportunity.
"Nothing this teacher does is ever good. " He answered. "If you weren't such an idiot, you would've noticed that by now."
"WHAT?!" Joey yelled.
Several classmates turned towards them. The teacher glared at him, but Joey either didn't notice, or didn't care. He would care later, but now, he was too angry.
Kaiba went further. "That's right, Joey. You heard me. The only thing this little puppy can do is obey other people's commands." He sneered.
"Kaiba, you little jerk." Joey growled. " I'll show you-"
He leapt from his desk starting toward Kaiba angrily. The teacher said nothing, but continued to eye him, as if daring him to keep going. All the other students went deathly quiet, waiting to see when Joey would notice, if he did at all. Many held their breaths, watching the teacher's face grow even more furious as Joey scrambled to get at Kaiba.
"Joey, calm down." Bakura whispered, motioning toward a very angry teacher.
Joey cast one hasty glance at the teacher. He swallowed audibly, and turned meekly back to his desk.
Several students snickered quietly, but he knew better than to respond this time. He kept his mouth shut, and seethed silently at Kaiba's triumphant expression. Mentally, he made a note to get back at Kaiba some other time, when it was safer
Finally, the teacher turned away from him, sure that there would not be another outburst, and addressed the class.
"For this upcoming weekend," he said, "I want all of you to do a four- page, typed report on a person you know. The report will highlight what makes that person special, and what they are like."
Kaiba smirked. This would be one easy assignment. All he had to do was write about Joey. After all, the kid was special- not though, in a good sense.
He could imagine it now: "Joey, an amateur duelist and total loser, had the nerve to challenge me to a duel. Me- the world champion. . . Yeah the kid had guts, he did alright- for a dueling monkey, the kid was stupid, the kid was a major loser, and the kid ended up being degraded to a whimpering mutt, but other than that. . ."
The teacher glanced at Kaiba, and as if he could read his mind, and added, "Also, I want the report to be positive. Anything with something negative in it will get an automatic zero."
Kaiba swore silently as the teacher continued. "This report will count as a major part of your recent averages, so I expect you all to do a good job on it."
He sank down into his chair.
// This is probably going to turn out to be a lot harder than I anticipated. //
------------------------------------*End flashback*------------------------- --------------------------
He stared blankly at his computer, and sighed. How was it possible to write four whole pages on anyone? Four positive ones too, on top of that. He went through the possibilities. Not surprisingly, there weren't many.
Mokuba? As much as he loved his brother, and as much as he hated to admit it, it would not work. His brother was special to him, but he doubted very much that he could convey that onto paper for the teacher to read. After all, that was extremely personal. He also didn't think that the teacher would understand.
Yugi? The idea was quickly trashed. Sure the kid was a good duelist- that was the problem. He had been too good. Though when he thought about it, he didn't believe Yugi could act like that. There was something strange . . . Still, the thought of his defeat still made him bitter. He wanted another rematch desperately. It would probably come later- after this report. The fact that Yugi had helped him did not improve matters much.
He sighed again. Trust the teacher to come up with stupid ideas like this one. He got up from his desk. At this rate, he might as well go home. He wasn't about to get any work done worrying about the report.
As he got past his desk, an object caught his eye- it was the carving he had received earlier. He picked it up, running his hands over its intricate details, feeling the silky wood under his fingers.
The carving gave him an idea. Four pages? He carefully considered the option.
// It might be possible,// he decided. //A report on Tammy. This will be interesting. //
He carefully set the carving down on his desk again, and picked up his briefcase. Weeks later, he would wish that he had not thought to do this report on her, but right now, he suspected nothing.
As he walked out of his office, a smile flickered across his face, "And there she goes and helps me again. I hate it when that happens." He murmured to himself.
And that folks, is chapter two. Well, I hoped you liked it. Please review and let me know what you think. Personally, I thought this chapter was pretty pointless, but I'm pretty sure a reason for it will come up a few chapters later, if I remember. (That's sad, isn't it?) Also, I was surprised at all the people who reviewed and told me to keep writing. I feel special, and you reviewers should too. Again, please tell me if there are any mistakes in this or the previous chapter. Thanks! ^-^
