Chapter 2
Yugi walked to his second class with the millennium ring around his neck, the moment he put it on felt a strange rush within himself, like some kind of supernatural high. He felt different, somehow, but thought it was probably all in his head. He had a different 2nd period class than Bakura, so he couldn't tell what was going on with him and the puzzle. Naturally, he worried about it, but he tried to shrug it off, knowing Bakura probably felt the same way about his ring.
He held the ring in his hands, examining it to every detail. He had no idea how to use it for anything... He barely knew the extent of his own puzzle. Yugi began to think it was broken, he could not get it to do anything, if it DID anything. He knew it could send people's minds to the shadow realm, that 'Bakura' acted strangely on occasions, and that the ring was suspected to be the reason why. He didn't expect anything like that to happen to him; after all, Bakura's ring didn't even HAVE a spirit inside of it to his knowledge, so there was nothing to worry about.
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Inside the puzzle, Yami Bakura was gloating. He was finally in possession of the Millennium puzzle, even though it was for a short time. He wasted no time examining it and attempting to unlock its secrets. He had cleverly sealed a part of himself in it previously, when he helped Yugi get the pieces during the Bandit Keith accident at the warehouse, so it was no problem to control little Bakura's body with the puzzle, while still being able to control the ring to some extent. Seeing as how he had to put more of himself into the puzzle when they traded to maintain control over Bakura, his power over the ring was limited until they traded back But he did not mind this, it was a small and temporary sacrifice to enable him to have the power of the Pharaoh in his hands for a few days.
He wasted no time before exploring the vastness of Yugi's item. Inside the puzzle he saw many rooms and staircases, all leading to unknown places, some with trap doors and collapsing floors. He treaded lightly, knowing that the Spirit of the Pharaoh was somewhere in the puzzle too, and it was inevitable that they would butt heads eventually. Being the cocky jerk he was, he cared little about the Pharaoh, and about Yugi. He was happy for a change, though, that he had a new body to control, even if he did not have complete control, it allowed him to explore new options. It was easier, for instance, for him to see what Yugi saw, the ring he now wore made it easy to see through his eyes, and to read his mind occasionally, if he was close enough.
Bakura made his way around the puzzle, entering the rooms, one at a time, looking for some clue how to unlock the power hidden inside. He entered a room full of video games and toys, and then a room full of nothing but darkness. He began to get irritated. He headed up a flight of stairs, dimly lit by an unknown light source, and soon found himself in a long corridor. 'There must be something here of importance.,' he thought as he continued walking. He approached a door marked with hieroglyphs, from his ancient knowledge of Egypt, he easily translated it. It stood for 'mental' or 'mind' and another part stood for 'strength.' There were also some more symbols, but they were hidden in the shadows. The corridor was barely lit, and he couldn't make out what it said, exactly. He mumbled to himself, trying to figure a way to light the hallway enough to read it.
"Dammit! Ill just enter anyway! ," he said aloud. He discovered that the door was locked, but there was room for a key in the doorknob. "How the hell will I get this damned door open?" Now that it was confirmed that the door needed a key, he was on a desperate search for it. 'I must have the pharaohs power... I can't let that menace Yugi get a hold of it.'
Mrs. Lopes, his Spanish teacher, noticed his spaced out look. "Mr. Bakura? Would you like to tell me what the phrase I just stated means?"
Yami Bakura released himself from the puzzle and looked up at the teacher. "I would like to make a phone call." Mrs. Lopes looked at him and pushed her glasses up on her nose, surprised. "That's what it means doesn't it?"
"Go to the office!"
"What?! I did nothing!"
"I'm tired of you not showing up to class, and then when you do show up, you get an attitude? Mr. Sweeney can handle you. Its off my hands now."
"Like hell it is you stupid bitch!"
The class all ooh'ed and aah'ed at his sudden outburst. Bakura, sweet little Bakura, was growing a backbone it seemed. They ate it up like x-mas ham. Mrs. Lopes on the other hand, was furious.
"Go now, Bakura! Before I get you expelled!"
Yami Bakura trudged off to the principles office, cursing under his breath. He could still hear the class applauding him and showing their support as he walked down the hallway. Yami Bakura was riddled with acclaim, and he was almost enjoying the rush. 'I could have easily disposed of her if I had the ring with me, but I know the pharaoh wouldn't allow me to abuse the power of his item. So there's not much use in resisting authority while I reside in the puzzle.'
Tristan was coming down the hall opposite the way Bakura was coming. "Where ya goin' bud?"
"That idiot Mrs. Lopes sent me to the office. I'll explain later. I'm not in a talkative mood right now."
"Sure . . ." Tristan knew that it wasn't like Bakura to get sent to the office, he came to the conclusion that since he was so quiet and sweet, that it must be for missing so many days in class, or having too many tardies. Then again... Tristan noticed a hidden agression in Bakura, one that first caught his attention on Pegasus's island. "He's not fooling me." Tristan said with a grin.
Back in Mr. Sweeney's office, Yami Bakura sat in the chair closest to the door. Occasionally peeking out to see if anyone was coming down the hall. He held the millennium puzzle with both hands, and fingered it carefully, feeling every crack between the combined pieces of it. 'Its only a matter of time before you are mine forever..,' he snickered silently.
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Meanwhile, as Yami Bakura awaited his sentencing, the bell rang. Yugi exited his second block class, and met up with Joey and Tristan in the hallway. They shared the same 3rd block class, P.E. Today they were running the mile, and Yugi, not exactly being the athletic type, grumbled. He would rather play video games than undress in front of a bunch of sweaty guys in a locker room. Being the short little bishie he was, it made him uncomfortable.
Mr. Thomas, the P.E. teacher, approached Yugi as he entered the gym. "You better dress out today. You don't want to fail the easiest class in school, do you?"
"Heh." Yugi sighed and walked into the boys' locker room. He cringed as he walked past the big, muscular jocks. He kept his head down and tried not to look any of them in the eye as he went to his locker. Yugi entered his combination, and his locker swung open, hitting the locker next to it with a loud BANG! Slowly turning his head toward the other boys, he nervously waved to them as they glared in his direction. He turned away from them and tried to undress himself. His hands shook like leaves as he tried to unfasten all the buckles on his shirt, and finally he gave up. He pulled on his gym shirt over his muscle shirt, and put on his jogging pants without taking off his denim jeans. He knew he would be hot, running the mile and all, but it wasn't worth letting those guys see him in his underwear.
Yugi exited the locker room as Joey and Tristan entered. "Yug!'" said Joey, "you actually dressed out today!" Yugi explained his situation, and Joey had a good laugh at his expense. Tristan on the other hand, wasn't finding the humor in this. He grabbed Yugi by the back of his shirt, and drug him into the locker room. Yugi scrambled around as Tristan drug him, trying to free himself.
"All right, Yugi," said Tristan, "this is where it ends. You can't fail a class and miss out on a high school credit just because you are afraid of a few guys. They're harmless!" Tristan turned toward the other men in the room, who had been staring at the two since they came in. "Look, guys," Tristan addressed the others now, "don't act like a bunch of fags. If you want to get to know him better, ask for his number." The jocks, and nerds alike all turned red and looked away. "See Yugi, that's all it takes. Tell em their homos, and they either back off, or kick your ass. But it's a risk you have to take if you want to pass this class."
Yugi, embarrassed, thanked Tristan and pulled off the first layer, instantly feeling better seeing as how he wasn't under all those articles of clothing. The room silently continued preparing for P.E. All Yugi could hear was the rustle of cloth, the sound of lockers slamming shut, and an occasional whisper. When they were all ready, Yugi, Tristan and Joey exited the locker room and walked out to the track field. Yugi was ashamed at how he had handled himself back in the locker room, he had never been the extremely courageous type, but the courage he did have seemed to have gone somehow. He felt like a part of him was missing, and it made him weak...
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Yugi walked to his second class with the millennium ring around his neck, the moment he put it on felt a strange rush within himself, like some kind of supernatural high. He felt different, somehow, but thought it was probably all in his head. He had a different 2nd period class than Bakura, so he couldn't tell what was going on with him and the puzzle. Naturally, he worried about it, but he tried to shrug it off, knowing Bakura probably felt the same way about his ring.
He held the ring in his hands, examining it to every detail. He had no idea how to use it for anything... He barely knew the extent of his own puzzle. Yugi began to think it was broken, he could not get it to do anything, if it DID anything. He knew it could send people's minds to the shadow realm, that 'Bakura' acted strangely on occasions, and that the ring was suspected to be the reason why. He didn't expect anything like that to happen to him; after all, Bakura's ring didn't even HAVE a spirit inside of it to his knowledge, so there was nothing to worry about.
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Inside the puzzle, Yami Bakura was gloating. He was finally in possession of the Millennium puzzle, even though it was for a short time. He wasted no time examining it and attempting to unlock its secrets. He had cleverly sealed a part of himself in it previously, when he helped Yugi get the pieces during the Bandit Keith accident at the warehouse, so it was no problem to control little Bakura's body with the puzzle, while still being able to control the ring to some extent. Seeing as how he had to put more of himself into the puzzle when they traded to maintain control over Bakura, his power over the ring was limited until they traded back But he did not mind this, it was a small and temporary sacrifice to enable him to have the power of the Pharaoh in his hands for a few days.
He wasted no time before exploring the vastness of Yugi's item. Inside the puzzle he saw many rooms and staircases, all leading to unknown places, some with trap doors and collapsing floors. He treaded lightly, knowing that the Spirit of the Pharaoh was somewhere in the puzzle too, and it was inevitable that they would butt heads eventually. Being the cocky jerk he was, he cared little about the Pharaoh, and about Yugi. He was happy for a change, though, that he had a new body to control, even if he did not have complete control, it allowed him to explore new options. It was easier, for instance, for him to see what Yugi saw, the ring he now wore made it easy to see through his eyes, and to read his mind occasionally, if he was close enough.
Bakura made his way around the puzzle, entering the rooms, one at a time, looking for some clue how to unlock the power hidden inside. He entered a room full of video games and toys, and then a room full of nothing but darkness. He began to get irritated. He headed up a flight of stairs, dimly lit by an unknown light source, and soon found himself in a long corridor. 'There must be something here of importance.,' he thought as he continued walking. He approached a door marked with hieroglyphs, from his ancient knowledge of Egypt, he easily translated it. It stood for 'mental' or 'mind' and another part stood for 'strength.' There were also some more symbols, but they were hidden in the shadows. The corridor was barely lit, and he couldn't make out what it said, exactly. He mumbled to himself, trying to figure a way to light the hallway enough to read it.
"Dammit! Ill just enter anyway! ," he said aloud. He discovered that the door was locked, but there was room for a key in the doorknob. "How the hell will I get this damned door open?" Now that it was confirmed that the door needed a key, he was on a desperate search for it. 'I must have the pharaohs power... I can't let that menace Yugi get a hold of it.'
Mrs. Lopes, his Spanish teacher, noticed his spaced out look. "Mr. Bakura? Would you like to tell me what the phrase I just stated means?"
Yami Bakura released himself from the puzzle and looked up at the teacher. "I would like to make a phone call." Mrs. Lopes looked at him and pushed her glasses up on her nose, surprised. "That's what it means doesn't it?"
"Go to the office!"
"What?! I did nothing!"
"I'm tired of you not showing up to class, and then when you do show up, you get an attitude? Mr. Sweeney can handle you. Its off my hands now."
"Like hell it is you stupid bitch!"
The class all ooh'ed and aah'ed at his sudden outburst. Bakura, sweet little Bakura, was growing a backbone it seemed. They ate it up like x-mas ham. Mrs. Lopes on the other hand, was furious.
"Go now, Bakura! Before I get you expelled!"
Yami Bakura trudged off to the principles office, cursing under his breath. He could still hear the class applauding him and showing their support as he walked down the hallway. Yami Bakura was riddled with acclaim, and he was almost enjoying the rush. 'I could have easily disposed of her if I had the ring with me, but I know the pharaoh wouldn't allow me to abuse the power of his item. So there's not much use in resisting authority while I reside in the puzzle.'
Tristan was coming down the hall opposite the way Bakura was coming. "Where ya goin' bud?"
"That idiot Mrs. Lopes sent me to the office. I'll explain later. I'm not in a talkative mood right now."
"Sure . . ." Tristan knew that it wasn't like Bakura to get sent to the office, he came to the conclusion that since he was so quiet and sweet, that it must be for missing so many days in class, or having too many tardies. Then again... Tristan noticed a hidden agression in Bakura, one that first caught his attention on Pegasus's island. "He's not fooling me." Tristan said with a grin.
Back in Mr. Sweeney's office, Yami Bakura sat in the chair closest to the door. Occasionally peeking out to see if anyone was coming down the hall. He held the millennium puzzle with both hands, and fingered it carefully, feeling every crack between the combined pieces of it. 'Its only a matter of time before you are mine forever..,' he snickered silently.
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Meanwhile, as Yami Bakura awaited his sentencing, the bell rang. Yugi exited his second block class, and met up with Joey and Tristan in the hallway. They shared the same 3rd block class, P.E. Today they were running the mile, and Yugi, not exactly being the athletic type, grumbled. He would rather play video games than undress in front of a bunch of sweaty guys in a locker room. Being the short little bishie he was, it made him uncomfortable.
Mr. Thomas, the P.E. teacher, approached Yugi as he entered the gym. "You better dress out today. You don't want to fail the easiest class in school, do you?"
"Heh." Yugi sighed and walked into the boys' locker room. He cringed as he walked past the big, muscular jocks. He kept his head down and tried not to look any of them in the eye as he went to his locker. Yugi entered his combination, and his locker swung open, hitting the locker next to it with a loud BANG! Slowly turning his head toward the other boys, he nervously waved to them as they glared in his direction. He turned away from them and tried to undress himself. His hands shook like leaves as he tried to unfasten all the buckles on his shirt, and finally he gave up. He pulled on his gym shirt over his muscle shirt, and put on his jogging pants without taking off his denim jeans. He knew he would be hot, running the mile and all, but it wasn't worth letting those guys see him in his underwear.
Yugi exited the locker room as Joey and Tristan entered. "Yug!'" said Joey, "you actually dressed out today!" Yugi explained his situation, and Joey had a good laugh at his expense. Tristan on the other hand, wasn't finding the humor in this. He grabbed Yugi by the back of his shirt, and drug him into the locker room. Yugi scrambled around as Tristan drug him, trying to free himself.
"All right, Yugi," said Tristan, "this is where it ends. You can't fail a class and miss out on a high school credit just because you are afraid of a few guys. They're harmless!" Tristan turned toward the other men in the room, who had been staring at the two since they came in. "Look, guys," Tristan addressed the others now, "don't act like a bunch of fags. If you want to get to know him better, ask for his number." The jocks, and nerds alike all turned red and looked away. "See Yugi, that's all it takes. Tell em their homos, and they either back off, or kick your ass. But it's a risk you have to take if you want to pass this class."
Yugi, embarrassed, thanked Tristan and pulled off the first layer, instantly feeling better seeing as how he wasn't under all those articles of clothing. The room silently continued preparing for P.E. All Yugi could hear was the rustle of cloth, the sound of lockers slamming shut, and an occasional whisper. When they were all ready, Yugi, Tristan and Joey exited the locker room and walked out to the track field. Yugi was ashamed at how he had handled himself back in the locker room, he had never been the extremely courageous type, but the courage he did have seemed to have gone somehow. He felt like a part of him was missing, and it made him weak...
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