Disclaimer: Don't own! Muahehehe.... I think I've gone off my rocker.... I had one... rocking chairs are cool! Maybe it's off my rocket.... Wheeeee! Rocket! I could really use one of those for my plans of world domination. Aha! The world will be mine! Mine mine, all mine..... I sound like gollum off LOTR! Legolas rules! Go Legless!
Bakura: Now she's finished her random ranting, let's carry on with the story, shall we?
Malik: *Now tied up in chair* Yeah... And just for the record, the world's mine! I got dibs!
Bakura: -_- ;
Malik: Yami Malik
Marik: Malik
Bakura: Yami Bakura
Ryou: Bakura
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Bakura and I followed Neko down the corridor, until the class ran and locked themselves in a class room. Neko pouted and walked back to us, just as the bell rang.
"What do you guys have now? The teacher didn't give me a timetable... can't think why."
"I've got history." Bakura said, pulling a scrunched up bit of paper from his pocket. I pulled a similarly treated piece of paper from my own pocket.
"Cooking! Yes!"
"Why are you getting so excited about cooking?"
"They'll have sugar!"
"Yeah!" said Neko, bouncing up and down. That girl is a little to hyperactive. Maybe she should be on sedatives. Marik tried to make me take some once, but I decided not to. Quite violently. It was kinda fun, really.
Anyway, we're walking down the hallway, randomly opening doors and looking in them to see if there's anyone cooking. Eventually we reach a room that has all the cooking stuff, but everyone's just sitting at the table. Hello, this is a cooking class? Why is no-one cooking?
"Hello?" A teacher walks out from a side room. She's spherical! I swear, she's wider than she is tall....
"We're in this class now! What are we cooking?" Said a hyper Neko.
"Oh, sorry dears, we're not cooking today. This is just theory." She smiled at us as if we were five years old. This teacher is seriously getting on my nerves. And I want to cook! It can't be that hard...
"This is a damn cooking class! Why can't we cook!" yelled Bakura. He is getting angry. Yay!
"I'm sorry, dear, but were are doing theory today. Why don't you sit down and I'll just get some printouts for you." She walks into her office. It has a lock on the outside. I grin. Slam! Click.
"Good idea." Comments Bakura. Neko is nowhere to be seen.
"Thanks."
"SUGAR!" Yells Nekos voice from inside the side room. I run after her, while Bakura follows, shaking his head. How can he not like sugar?! Weird tomb robber. Yeah! I'm in heaven... Neko has found a BIG plastic box of sugar.
"Wow." I say. I have never seen so much sugar. There must be over ten kilos of it! But how am I supposed to eat it? It just doesn't taste as nice when it's by itself. We need to cook something.
"Don't tell me you two are just going to eat it all." Says Bakura.
"Nope. I can't eat sugar by it's self."
"Me neither." Notes Neko, looking sadly at the sugar.
"We can cook something really, really sugary."
"But can anyone cook?" We both stare at Neko.
"You're a girl, you're supposed to know how to cook!" said Bakura. Neko threw a handful of sugar at him.
"I resent that!"
"I noticed." I comment, grinning. Bakura gives his best 'you-will-die-most-painfully-if-you-ever-mention-this-again' glare at me. I grin back. Bakura shakes the sugar out of his hair and walks over to the shelves, and finds a big box of sugar, which he carries out. He picks up a hand full of flour and before he can raise it to throw it at Neko, she blows. We now have one whiter than usual Bakura, and two slightly sugar hyped teenagers laughing their heads off.
That would be me and Neko. We very quickly run away as Bakura grabs another two handfuls of flour and chase after us. He stops at on of the sinks and turns the water on. Ah good, maybe he's coming to his sens- Arrg! I just got hit in the arm by a handful of soggy dough! I forgot that when you mix water and flour together, they make a dough. That's how bread's made, I think.
Neko got hit with the other handful of dough in the chest.
"Bulls eye." Bakura says with a smirk. The rest of the class is staring in shock, some are laughing. Well at least they're having fun. Hey, Bakura's left the water on. While him and Neko are busy arguing, I tiptoe behind Bakura and put my thumb on the end of the tap. The water sprays off my thumb and hits Bakura in the back, and he jumps forward half a meter. Now more than half the class is laughing.
Bakura is most definitely not.
With a growl of frustration, he runs after me. Fortunately I've had practice with running away, when your childhood hobby was playing with explosives, you get good at running pretty damn fast.
I dodge a table and run around the other side of it, putting it between Bakura and me. He pushes the table into me, Ow! Damn it! Now I'm stuck, and there's a angry Bakura covered in flour and water advancing on me. The whole situation is just so funny I can't stop laughing. School really is entertaining! Ack! Bakura's strangling me! I can't breath! I hit him over the head with the first thing I can grab, which just happens to be a rolling pin, and he backs away. He starts to walk towards me again, but is stopped by a voice from the back of the class.
"Bakura!" Ryou and Marik walk through the door, then as soon as they catch a glimpse of Bakura, double over in laughter. Bakura's had enough and walks out the room.
"Don't you want to play anymore?" Neko asks Bakura, who is considerate enough to raise a middle finger to her.
"What... happened?" Ryou asks between his laughs.
"Well, first Neko blew flour all over him, and then he threw dough at us, so I sprayed him with water-"
"I wish I had had a camera!" My hikari says, wiping tears from his eyes. The rest of the class is still staring at us. I hate it when people stare at me!
I follow Bakura out of the class, followed by Neko, Ryou and Marik.
We leave the class still laughing, and follow Bakura down a corridor.
He is doing his best sweepy-walk-stride thingy. Do you know how long it take to practice that? Of course, It's necessary when you're going to take over the world, no-one really worries about a guy who just sorta strolls along. Also it's really hard to get your cape/coat to swirl properly, especially around the corners.
I am interrupted in my musings yet again by Neko. Doesn't she understand I'm thinking?
"Is he always like this?"
"No, generally he's on a angry rampage, stealing from random people on the street, setting fire to places that don't sell his favorite drink and running away from the police. It's just school that does it to him. I think it's taming him."
I shudder. What a horrible thought. What if schools taming me?! No!
I knew it was a plot! It's a plot by the pharaoh, he's going to make us all not evil and then when we're subdued, he'll take over the world instead of me! No! I must be evil, I must be evil, I must be evil. Got to remember that. Evil is what I am. I am is what is evilness. Nessevil is what me am. Me am ness what evil. Right. Now I'm confused. What was I thinking about again?
Ooo, Neko's singing.
"On to of old smoky, all covered in blood, I shot my damn teacher, with a A-41!"
Hehehe, evilness song.
"I see you've found a friend." My hikari notes. "Great, now we've got three psychopathic maniacs running around."
"I shot her with pleasure, I shot her with pride. It was hard to miss her, she was fifty feet wide!"
"I think she'll fit right in." I say, listening to the song. You know, I could adapt this...
"Well I'm getting out of here before our teacher notices we're gone. I'm trying not to get expelled, you know."
"I went to her funeral, I went to her grave. Some people threw flowers, I threw a grenade!"
"Go away. I have plotting." I say, and Marik raises a eyebrow.
"....Just don't blow anything up, okay?"
"Okay." Neko's stopped singing, but I've got an Idea! Not just an idea, but an Idea! Note the capital 'I'. That means it's special. Like me!
"Neko!"
"Yuppie!" Scary...
"Do you have any spray paint?"
"Yuppie!" I'll take that as a yes... Now we need a wall. Ooo, gold spray paint! Nice. I wonder why Neko goes around with spray paint in her bag?
***** 20 minutes later *****
I walk away from my handiwork and approach Bakura, who seems to have recovered some of his old evilness.
"You know, your hikari isn't going to be please with you."
"And?"
"Good boy. You're getting eviler by the second." I think Bakura's being a little weird...
"Bakura, are you okay?"
"Perfectly fine! Lookie!"
"Bakura?"
"A wall!"
"Bakura, what's that in your hand?"
"Mine!" Oh, no. He's got alcohol. Now we're in trouble. I just hope no-one annoys him... And even if no-one does, I've got a drunk Bakura to deal with...
"What's up with him?" Neko's noticed Bakura is animatedly talking to the wall.
"He just gets random when he's drunk. It's like sugar for him." Oh no, trouble... that damn bell's rung.. We gotta move him before people notice. Mind you, It could be entertaining.... Nah.
"Do you know if you spell okay with an 'l' it's olay? Olay!"
I snatch the bottle of miscellaneous alcohol from Bakura and grab his arm.
"Olay!" I drag him back in the direction that Ryou and Marik went, and luckily find them before Bakura 'olay!'s too many people.
"What on earth?" Marik says as Bakura yells olay at another person.
"Bakura, are you all right?" Ryou says.
"Olay!"
"If you say so... Malik, what did he have?" I look at the bottle in my hand.
"Rum! I wonder why they have that in cooking... It's either for flavoring or for when the class just gets to be too much for the teacher."
"Oh, no. I think I'd better take him home-"
"Olay!"
"Hey there Ryou. What's up?" It's that blond dimwit. The one that really doesn't like me...
"Olay!"
"Hello, Ryou!" And the shorty pharaoh-hikari.
"Olay!"
"What's wrong with Bakura?" says shorty.
"He's... not feeling well."
"Olay! Let's party!"
"He seems well enuf ta me." Says the blond mutt. Why can't he speak properly?
"Party! Let's have a party! Come over to my house, we gonna party!"
"Okay. I'll tell Honda."
"No!" Ryou shouts.
"Why not? You commin, Yug?"
"If grandpa says so. Hey, Honda, Anzu! Do you want to come over to Ryous house after school?"
"Okay."
"Party! Olay!"
"Nononono!" Ryou was being completely ignored. So, I decide to invite a few more people. Ooo, there's Isis! Hahaha, maybe we can embarrass her!
"Isis! Wanna go to a party at Ryous house?"
"Okay!" My Hikari is staring at me. Maybe he wants to come along!
"Marik, you coming?"
"I suppose I'd better. Ryou's gonna need some help."
"Olay!" *thump*. Guess all the excitement was just too much for Bakura. He slowly disappears as the millennium ring around Ryous neck glows, and Ryou hastily tucks the Millennium ring out of sight. Bakura, as it were, was tucking himself out of sight.
Looks like there's gonna be a party!
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There we are! Another chapter, finally. I'm sorry I've been abandoning it, but I've got writers block and it's been a struggle to write this chapter. Maybe I'll write another one soon, we'll have to see!
However, random-weirdness-lovers, Do not despair! I have a new fic out, The Boys of Yugioh! We drag them up on TV, and let them squabble while me and my co-host, Yami Hugglepuff, add random chaoticness! Or is it Chaotic randomness? Anyway, the first chapter features the 5000 year old pharaoh having a bad hair, Yami Yugi! Looks good, ne?
Don't forget to review!
Bakura: I'm gonna kill you! You had better not put me in that fic....
Malik: She will.
Bakura: Kill!
Malik: Eeep!
Bakura: Now she's finished her random ranting, let's carry on with the story, shall we?
Malik: *Now tied up in chair* Yeah... And just for the record, the world's mine! I got dibs!
Bakura: -_- ;
Malik: Yami Malik
Marik: Malik
Bakura: Yami Bakura
Ryou: Bakura
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Bakura and I followed Neko down the corridor, until the class ran and locked themselves in a class room. Neko pouted and walked back to us, just as the bell rang.
"What do you guys have now? The teacher didn't give me a timetable... can't think why."
"I've got history." Bakura said, pulling a scrunched up bit of paper from his pocket. I pulled a similarly treated piece of paper from my own pocket.
"Cooking! Yes!"
"Why are you getting so excited about cooking?"
"They'll have sugar!"
"Yeah!" said Neko, bouncing up and down. That girl is a little to hyperactive. Maybe she should be on sedatives. Marik tried to make me take some once, but I decided not to. Quite violently. It was kinda fun, really.
Anyway, we're walking down the hallway, randomly opening doors and looking in them to see if there's anyone cooking. Eventually we reach a room that has all the cooking stuff, but everyone's just sitting at the table. Hello, this is a cooking class? Why is no-one cooking?
"Hello?" A teacher walks out from a side room. She's spherical! I swear, she's wider than she is tall....
"We're in this class now! What are we cooking?" Said a hyper Neko.
"Oh, sorry dears, we're not cooking today. This is just theory." She smiled at us as if we were five years old. This teacher is seriously getting on my nerves. And I want to cook! It can't be that hard...
"This is a damn cooking class! Why can't we cook!" yelled Bakura. He is getting angry. Yay!
"I'm sorry, dear, but were are doing theory today. Why don't you sit down and I'll just get some printouts for you." She walks into her office. It has a lock on the outside. I grin. Slam! Click.
"Good idea." Comments Bakura. Neko is nowhere to be seen.
"Thanks."
"SUGAR!" Yells Nekos voice from inside the side room. I run after her, while Bakura follows, shaking his head. How can he not like sugar?! Weird tomb robber. Yeah! I'm in heaven... Neko has found a BIG plastic box of sugar.
"Wow." I say. I have never seen so much sugar. There must be over ten kilos of it! But how am I supposed to eat it? It just doesn't taste as nice when it's by itself. We need to cook something.
"Don't tell me you two are just going to eat it all." Says Bakura.
"Nope. I can't eat sugar by it's self."
"Me neither." Notes Neko, looking sadly at the sugar.
"We can cook something really, really sugary."
"But can anyone cook?" We both stare at Neko.
"You're a girl, you're supposed to know how to cook!" said Bakura. Neko threw a handful of sugar at him.
"I resent that!"
"I noticed." I comment, grinning. Bakura gives his best 'you-will-die-most-painfully-if-you-ever-mention-this-again' glare at me. I grin back. Bakura shakes the sugar out of his hair and walks over to the shelves, and finds a big box of sugar, which he carries out. He picks up a hand full of flour and before he can raise it to throw it at Neko, she blows. We now have one whiter than usual Bakura, and two slightly sugar hyped teenagers laughing their heads off.
That would be me and Neko. We very quickly run away as Bakura grabs another two handfuls of flour and chase after us. He stops at on of the sinks and turns the water on. Ah good, maybe he's coming to his sens- Arrg! I just got hit in the arm by a handful of soggy dough! I forgot that when you mix water and flour together, they make a dough. That's how bread's made, I think.
Neko got hit with the other handful of dough in the chest.
"Bulls eye." Bakura says with a smirk. The rest of the class is staring in shock, some are laughing. Well at least they're having fun. Hey, Bakura's left the water on. While him and Neko are busy arguing, I tiptoe behind Bakura and put my thumb on the end of the tap. The water sprays off my thumb and hits Bakura in the back, and he jumps forward half a meter. Now more than half the class is laughing.
Bakura is most definitely not.
With a growl of frustration, he runs after me. Fortunately I've had practice with running away, when your childhood hobby was playing with explosives, you get good at running pretty damn fast.
I dodge a table and run around the other side of it, putting it between Bakura and me. He pushes the table into me, Ow! Damn it! Now I'm stuck, and there's a angry Bakura covered in flour and water advancing on me. The whole situation is just so funny I can't stop laughing. School really is entertaining! Ack! Bakura's strangling me! I can't breath! I hit him over the head with the first thing I can grab, which just happens to be a rolling pin, and he backs away. He starts to walk towards me again, but is stopped by a voice from the back of the class.
"Bakura!" Ryou and Marik walk through the door, then as soon as they catch a glimpse of Bakura, double over in laughter. Bakura's had enough and walks out the room.
"Don't you want to play anymore?" Neko asks Bakura, who is considerate enough to raise a middle finger to her.
"What... happened?" Ryou asks between his laughs.
"Well, first Neko blew flour all over him, and then he threw dough at us, so I sprayed him with water-"
"I wish I had had a camera!" My hikari says, wiping tears from his eyes. The rest of the class is still staring at us. I hate it when people stare at me!
I follow Bakura out of the class, followed by Neko, Ryou and Marik.
We leave the class still laughing, and follow Bakura down a corridor.
He is doing his best sweepy-walk-stride thingy. Do you know how long it take to practice that? Of course, It's necessary when you're going to take over the world, no-one really worries about a guy who just sorta strolls along. Also it's really hard to get your cape/coat to swirl properly, especially around the corners.
I am interrupted in my musings yet again by Neko. Doesn't she understand I'm thinking?
"Is he always like this?"
"No, generally he's on a angry rampage, stealing from random people on the street, setting fire to places that don't sell his favorite drink and running away from the police. It's just school that does it to him. I think it's taming him."
I shudder. What a horrible thought. What if schools taming me?! No!
I knew it was a plot! It's a plot by the pharaoh, he's going to make us all not evil and then when we're subdued, he'll take over the world instead of me! No! I must be evil, I must be evil, I must be evil. Got to remember that. Evil is what I am. I am is what is evilness. Nessevil is what me am. Me am ness what evil. Right. Now I'm confused. What was I thinking about again?
Ooo, Neko's singing.
"On to of old smoky, all covered in blood, I shot my damn teacher, with a A-41!"
Hehehe, evilness song.
"I see you've found a friend." My hikari notes. "Great, now we've got three psychopathic maniacs running around."
"I shot her with pleasure, I shot her with pride. It was hard to miss her, she was fifty feet wide!"
"I think she'll fit right in." I say, listening to the song. You know, I could adapt this...
"Well I'm getting out of here before our teacher notices we're gone. I'm trying not to get expelled, you know."
"I went to her funeral, I went to her grave. Some people threw flowers, I threw a grenade!"
"Go away. I have plotting." I say, and Marik raises a eyebrow.
"....Just don't blow anything up, okay?"
"Okay." Neko's stopped singing, but I've got an Idea! Not just an idea, but an Idea! Note the capital 'I'. That means it's special. Like me!
"Neko!"
"Yuppie!" Scary...
"Do you have any spray paint?"
"Yuppie!" I'll take that as a yes... Now we need a wall. Ooo, gold spray paint! Nice. I wonder why Neko goes around with spray paint in her bag?
***** 20 minutes later *****
I walk away from my handiwork and approach Bakura, who seems to have recovered some of his old evilness.
"You know, your hikari isn't going to be please with you."
"And?"
"Good boy. You're getting eviler by the second." I think Bakura's being a little weird...
"Bakura, are you okay?"
"Perfectly fine! Lookie!"
"Bakura?"
"A wall!"
"Bakura, what's that in your hand?"
"Mine!" Oh, no. He's got alcohol. Now we're in trouble. I just hope no-one annoys him... And even if no-one does, I've got a drunk Bakura to deal with...
"What's up with him?" Neko's noticed Bakura is animatedly talking to the wall.
"He just gets random when he's drunk. It's like sugar for him." Oh no, trouble... that damn bell's rung.. We gotta move him before people notice. Mind you, It could be entertaining.... Nah.
"Do you know if you spell okay with an 'l' it's olay? Olay!"
I snatch the bottle of miscellaneous alcohol from Bakura and grab his arm.
"Olay!" I drag him back in the direction that Ryou and Marik went, and luckily find them before Bakura 'olay!'s too many people.
"What on earth?" Marik says as Bakura yells olay at another person.
"Bakura, are you all right?" Ryou says.
"Olay!"
"If you say so... Malik, what did he have?" I look at the bottle in my hand.
"Rum! I wonder why they have that in cooking... It's either for flavoring or for when the class just gets to be too much for the teacher."
"Oh, no. I think I'd better take him home-"
"Olay!"
"Hey there Ryou. What's up?" It's that blond dimwit. The one that really doesn't like me...
"Olay!"
"Hello, Ryou!" And the shorty pharaoh-hikari.
"Olay!"
"What's wrong with Bakura?" says shorty.
"He's... not feeling well."
"Olay! Let's party!"
"He seems well enuf ta me." Says the blond mutt. Why can't he speak properly?
"Party! Let's have a party! Come over to my house, we gonna party!"
"Okay. I'll tell Honda."
"No!" Ryou shouts.
"Why not? You commin, Yug?"
"If grandpa says so. Hey, Honda, Anzu! Do you want to come over to Ryous house after school?"
"Okay."
"Party! Olay!"
"Nononono!" Ryou was being completely ignored. So, I decide to invite a few more people. Ooo, there's Isis! Hahaha, maybe we can embarrass her!
"Isis! Wanna go to a party at Ryous house?"
"Okay!" My Hikari is staring at me. Maybe he wants to come along!
"Marik, you coming?"
"I suppose I'd better. Ryou's gonna need some help."
"Olay!" *thump*. Guess all the excitement was just too much for Bakura. He slowly disappears as the millennium ring around Ryous neck glows, and Ryou hastily tucks the Millennium ring out of sight. Bakura, as it were, was tucking himself out of sight.
Looks like there's gonna be a party!
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There we are! Another chapter, finally. I'm sorry I've been abandoning it, but I've got writers block and it's been a struggle to write this chapter. Maybe I'll write another one soon, we'll have to see!
However, random-weirdness-lovers, Do not despair! I have a new fic out, The Boys of Yugioh! We drag them up on TV, and let them squabble while me and my co-host, Yami Hugglepuff, add random chaoticness! Or is it Chaotic randomness? Anyway, the first chapter features the 5000 year old pharaoh having a bad hair, Yami Yugi! Looks good, ne?
Don't forget to review!
Bakura: I'm gonna kill you! You had better not put me in that fic....
Malik: She will.
Bakura: Kill!
Malik: Eeep!