Man, this story-typing is harder than it looks. Sorry for a late
update on this. I've kinda been centered on Out of Control. After all,
people like that one. And I don't keep my stories well monitored, so I
accidentally misplaced my Just for Fun story for a while. But now I'll try
just a little harder to type.
"...and an ollie to a 50-50 grind!"
Joey landed his move perfectly on his skateboard.
"Oh? Try this on for size!"
Bakura did a kickflip to an immensely difficult coffin grind on his own rarely used skateboard. It was Elissa Steamer's move, but he loved it. (Coffin Grind... hint, hint :P)
"Ollie to a freestyle."
Everyone turned to see Rex Raptor juggle his board between his feet in a true freestyling fashion.
"Hey, Yugi."
"Uh, hey Rex. What's up?" Yugi said awkwardly.
"So. I saw that you signed up for freshman hockey. And I decided I owe you something."
"Whaddya mean?" Joey said apprehensively.
"I owe you and Yugi an apology."
"Huh?!?!" Joey said stupidly.
"You guys taught me something and it took me this long to figure it out. You taught me about friendship and to never hold a grudge. And I'm sorry for callin' you a duelin' monkey Joey. Gimme another chance, eh?"
Yugi and Joey smiled.
"'Course we forgive ya, Rex," Joey replied bemusedly. "Now let's go kick some serious varsity ass!"
Bakura didn't feel as confident in his abilities as the others did about themselves. He had a sinking feeling about today and it was centered around the shootout between Kaiba and R.J. He gulped.
"Okay, this is the moment of truth. And I hope, that I don't screw up."
They all went into the skate rink, Tèa to watch, and the others to play. Yugi, Joey, Tristan, Bakura, and Rex threw their ice skates on. Bakura's blades were the sharpest, owing to the fact that he actually sharpened them himself before the trip. It wasn't easy and he'd cut himself a fair few times, but his skates were smooth.
"Okay," the coach said, looking serious. "I have selected you all because, well, you're the only ones that signed up this year. It's a first on me, that's for sure. No one wants to face the varsity team, and for good reason. They're tough. But anyway...
"Every and all games by your team will be played against the varsity squad. I would like to see all of your talent beforehand, just to see what it is I'm dealing with."
He looked at his clipboard.
"Ryou Bakura!"
"Present?" Ryou said nervously.
"What name do you wish to be referred by?"
"Bakura...just Bakura..."
"Okay, show me what you got, Bakura."
Ryou began to glide gracefully on the ice. It seemed like he was flying. He began to skate backwards after a while. The boy was good, nobody could say otherwise. Ever since the end of Battle city, he'd taken a liking to hockey. He could score, steal, and boy, could he speed. The only problem was his brakes...
"Whoa, no!!!!"
BOOM!!!
Bakura crashed into the wall.
"Wow, look Yugi. Little yellow stars, heh..." he said, dazed.
"Hey, you alright there, son?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Just fine," Bakura slurred.
"We'll have to work on that," the coach said. He stared at his list.
"Chico Chalensouk!"
"Yeah, coach?"
"Show me what you can do, Chico."
"Can do."
Chico was a Hispanic boy whose height was around 5'11". He had the slightly awkward look of someone who'd once been quite short, but had grown tall. That was true because Jonathon Chalensouk was one of the shortest people in most of his 8th grade classes.
He began his skating slow, holding a stick. He used it to reach for a puck and began to cradle it softly with back-and-forth motions of the stick. He spun, letting the puck through his legs, then began to guard the puck again, till he came to a stop in front of the coach.
"That's good. Gordon DaSilver!"
"Yo, coach! Sorry, but my gig is goaltending."
"Then strap on some gear and get in the goal."
Gordon did as told, then the coach lined the whole team up with 5 pucks each to shoot.
"Heh. Target practice," Kaiba sneered.
"Let 'im have it!" The coach called, blowing his whistle.
All of the others used Gordon as a target.
"Is there a draft in here?"
Gordon, seemingly effortlessly, deflected nearly all of the speeding pucks. Frustrated, Kaiba fired a whistling puck to the goal. It whizzed right into Gordon's glove.
"Whoa! Take it easy, yo!" he cried. There was a slight red imprint of a puck on his hand. Only two goals had gotten through Gordon's defense; one from Kaiba and the other from Ryou.
The coach called up each of them and then introduced himself as Coach Sazuko. He found his players quite satisfactory. Kaiba, Bakura, and Bakura proved to have a great talent for this sport. Joey and Tristan were a destructive defensive wall.
"Great. With a team of all-stars like this plus some hard work and discipline, we could chew up the varsity squad and spit them back out. That's what I expect from you-"
"That's not likely to happen."
A burly man skated to the center.
"You're all going down," he said, making a thumbs-down. "Way down."
"We'll see about that, Coach Miyamoto."
"That we will."
The shady man skated away.
"Okay guys, that's it for today," the freshman coach said, looking edgy.
"Yo, Coach. You and Coach M. seem a bit tense."
"S'okay," the coach said. "He's only the smuggest coach in the school. But with practice, we can beat him and his team.
"Anyway, get some rest. Tomorrow, we meet again, same time, for our first practice."
****
After the coach left, Seto Kaiba waited on the ice for RJ.
"Kaiba, are you sure that this is a smart thing to do?" queried Yugi.
"I don't need your advice, Yugi!" Kaiba snapped smartly.
"Alright then Kaiba, Let's go."
RJ appeared, though he had gear on, unlike Kaiba. He tossed a puck down.
"Any terms?"
"Yeah. If I win, you lay off," Kaiba growled.
"And if I win, we don't."
"Fine."
"Look, RJ, we don't want any of your trouble," Christina said, sounding frustrated.
"Stay out of this!" retorted Kaiba.
"Rude major," Christina replied.
"Hey!" RJ called. "Toilet-brush boy!"
Bakura, who had been about to leave the premises, turned nervously.
"Yeah?"
"Listen, you start this thing off. Oh, and if your teammate loses, then you'll be the one a cruisin' for a bruisin'."
Bakura picked up the puck, his face contorted with anger.
"Okay, go!"
As soon as he dropped it, it was immediately taken by Kaiba, who scored his first goal easily.
"Please tell me you're better than this," he said nastily to RJ. RJ responded by stealing the puck and scoring a goal himself. After they had each scored 5 goals, RJ and Kaiba were exhausted. RJ had control of the puck, but when he flipped it up to hit the right sidebar, he missed, giving Kaiba an opportunity to steal.
"Go Kaiba!" Yugi cheered.
"Rock on with your bad self!" Christina called.
Kaiba, his face beaded with sweat, began taking the puck to RJ's side, and hit the crossbar. RJ checked him, but he recovered with just enough time to grab the puck with his stick and hit a sidebar.
"Man," he panted, "Giving up, RJ? So soon?"
RJ was angered by Kaiba's cruel words. He lashed out with his stick, catching Kaiba on the right arm hard.
"AARGHH!!!"
Kaiba shouted in agony, losing his balance and clutching his injured arm.
"Yo, man! That's cold!" screamed Gordon in protest.
He, Bakura, and Yugi ran over to see if Kaiba was alright.
"I...w-was not aware that you were...a cheater," Kaiba gasped, struggling with the pain in his arm.
RJ grabbed hold of Bakura's arm.
"You," he sneered. "Let's go."
"I will not!" Bakura told him fiercely. "I will not surrender to your antics!"
RJ sighed.
"Why do you want to do things the hard way?"
RJ tripped Ryou, then ran his sharpened ice skate blade across the boy's left pant leg hard, leaving a large gash.
"OWCHH! Damn you, RJ!"
Bakura tried to press against his wound, but it hurt so much. He writhed in pain as the blood poured. A shrill whistle rang out.
"What is going on out here?" a silky voice said.
"Coach Miyamoto, they were fighting," RJ lied, pointing to the injured young men.
It was obvious that Miyamoto showed favoritism with his next words.
"Don't let me catch you fighting, freshman. I don't have time to put up with your childish shit."
He glided away, along with RJ, leaving the others=s to cope.
"I'm fine," Seto told them. "Leave me alone."
Yugi and Tèa turned to help their friend off of the ice. Away in a secluded corner, Sazuko watched.
"Here we go again. This is the real reason no one wants to join the team. 'Mysterious injuries' my ass. If only I could prove they were doing this," he growled. "Stinking cheaters."
****
5 MIN. LATER
Back in dorm 3 (Yugi and Ryou's dorm), Tèa and Yugi were helping their friend bandage the gaping wound.
"I am not a toilet brush!" Bakura said angrily.
"We know you aren't Baku-kun," Yugi told him. "RJ's just a jerk."
"That wasn't a large cut, but it was deep," Bakura remarked. "I'll be a bit slow for a while. Ow, Tèa, take it easy with the tightening!"
"Sorry, but you don't want this cut to get infected," she warned him, pouring a few more drops of alcohol onto his leg before tightening the bandage and tying it. He winced, but didn't complain. "Now, don't walk too much or you'll get it bleeding again."
"I wonder how Kaiba's doing." Yugi pondered out loud.........
In his own dorm, Kaiba had pushed his sleeve up and was examining the damage on his arm. From halfway up his shoulder to a third down his entire arm, the flesh was dark purple. There was a numbing pain coursing through his entire arm."
"Fricking peon. I'll get back at him!" Kaiba muttered. He tried to bend his arm, which required much endurance of pain.
HROWWRRR!!!!"
"Hn?"
Kaiba turned to his open laptop. A Blue-Eyes White Dragon was carrying an envelope in its jaws, signaling e-mail had just been sent.
Kaiba used his good arm to open the e-mail.
::hey big bro. AIM me when U get this. Mokie::
"Mokuba," he mused, reading it. He positioned his arm to where it was in a typing position, then AIMed his little brother.
:Hey, bro. you there?:
::hey seto. How wuz your 1st day::
:what are u, my mother?:
::LOL, very funny, but I'm serious.::
:It was fine: Kaiba replied. He decided not to tell Mokuba about his bum arm.
::Cool. SOS over here. After school, I went to work, simple as that::
:everyone staying in line?:
::yep::
:good. Well hey u need to get rest for 2morrow. Goodnight. I'll explain more 2 U tomorrow:
::Goodnight Seto ^___^::
****
And that's all I wrote. Until next time, review this hard to type story and be happy that I put in about 2000 word of hard effort into it. Luv ya!!
"...and an ollie to a 50-50 grind!"
Joey landed his move perfectly on his skateboard.
"Oh? Try this on for size!"
Bakura did a kickflip to an immensely difficult coffin grind on his own rarely used skateboard. It was Elissa Steamer's move, but he loved it. (Coffin Grind... hint, hint :P)
"Ollie to a freestyle."
Everyone turned to see Rex Raptor juggle his board between his feet in a true freestyling fashion.
"Hey, Yugi."
"Uh, hey Rex. What's up?" Yugi said awkwardly.
"So. I saw that you signed up for freshman hockey. And I decided I owe you something."
"Whaddya mean?" Joey said apprehensively.
"I owe you and Yugi an apology."
"Huh?!?!" Joey said stupidly.
"You guys taught me something and it took me this long to figure it out. You taught me about friendship and to never hold a grudge. And I'm sorry for callin' you a duelin' monkey Joey. Gimme another chance, eh?"
Yugi and Joey smiled.
"'Course we forgive ya, Rex," Joey replied bemusedly. "Now let's go kick some serious varsity ass!"
Bakura didn't feel as confident in his abilities as the others did about themselves. He had a sinking feeling about today and it was centered around the shootout between Kaiba and R.J. He gulped.
"Okay, this is the moment of truth. And I hope, that I don't screw up."
They all went into the skate rink, Tèa to watch, and the others to play. Yugi, Joey, Tristan, Bakura, and Rex threw their ice skates on. Bakura's blades were the sharpest, owing to the fact that he actually sharpened them himself before the trip. It wasn't easy and he'd cut himself a fair few times, but his skates were smooth.
"Okay," the coach said, looking serious. "I have selected you all because, well, you're the only ones that signed up this year. It's a first on me, that's for sure. No one wants to face the varsity team, and for good reason. They're tough. But anyway...
"Every and all games by your team will be played against the varsity squad. I would like to see all of your talent beforehand, just to see what it is I'm dealing with."
He looked at his clipboard.
"Ryou Bakura!"
"Present?" Ryou said nervously.
"What name do you wish to be referred by?"
"Bakura...just Bakura..."
"Okay, show me what you got, Bakura."
Ryou began to glide gracefully on the ice. It seemed like he was flying. He began to skate backwards after a while. The boy was good, nobody could say otherwise. Ever since the end of Battle city, he'd taken a liking to hockey. He could score, steal, and boy, could he speed. The only problem was his brakes...
"Whoa, no!!!!"
BOOM!!!
Bakura crashed into the wall.
"Wow, look Yugi. Little yellow stars, heh..." he said, dazed.
"Hey, you alright there, son?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Just fine," Bakura slurred.
"We'll have to work on that," the coach said. He stared at his list.
"Chico Chalensouk!"
"Yeah, coach?"
"Show me what you can do, Chico."
"Can do."
Chico was a Hispanic boy whose height was around 5'11". He had the slightly awkward look of someone who'd once been quite short, but had grown tall. That was true because Jonathon Chalensouk was one of the shortest people in most of his 8th grade classes.
He began his skating slow, holding a stick. He used it to reach for a puck and began to cradle it softly with back-and-forth motions of the stick. He spun, letting the puck through his legs, then began to guard the puck again, till he came to a stop in front of the coach.
"That's good. Gordon DaSilver!"
"Yo, coach! Sorry, but my gig is goaltending."
"Then strap on some gear and get in the goal."
Gordon did as told, then the coach lined the whole team up with 5 pucks each to shoot.
"Heh. Target practice," Kaiba sneered.
"Let 'im have it!" The coach called, blowing his whistle.
All of the others used Gordon as a target.
"Is there a draft in here?"
Gordon, seemingly effortlessly, deflected nearly all of the speeding pucks. Frustrated, Kaiba fired a whistling puck to the goal. It whizzed right into Gordon's glove.
"Whoa! Take it easy, yo!" he cried. There was a slight red imprint of a puck on his hand. Only two goals had gotten through Gordon's defense; one from Kaiba and the other from Ryou.
The coach called up each of them and then introduced himself as Coach Sazuko. He found his players quite satisfactory. Kaiba, Bakura, and Bakura proved to have a great talent for this sport. Joey and Tristan were a destructive defensive wall.
"Great. With a team of all-stars like this plus some hard work and discipline, we could chew up the varsity squad and spit them back out. That's what I expect from you-"
"That's not likely to happen."
A burly man skated to the center.
"You're all going down," he said, making a thumbs-down. "Way down."
"We'll see about that, Coach Miyamoto."
"That we will."
The shady man skated away.
"Okay guys, that's it for today," the freshman coach said, looking edgy.
"Yo, Coach. You and Coach M. seem a bit tense."
"S'okay," the coach said. "He's only the smuggest coach in the school. But with practice, we can beat him and his team.
"Anyway, get some rest. Tomorrow, we meet again, same time, for our first practice."
****
After the coach left, Seto Kaiba waited on the ice for RJ.
"Kaiba, are you sure that this is a smart thing to do?" queried Yugi.
"I don't need your advice, Yugi!" Kaiba snapped smartly.
"Alright then Kaiba, Let's go."
RJ appeared, though he had gear on, unlike Kaiba. He tossed a puck down.
"Any terms?"
"Yeah. If I win, you lay off," Kaiba growled.
"And if I win, we don't."
"Fine."
"Look, RJ, we don't want any of your trouble," Christina said, sounding frustrated.
"Stay out of this!" retorted Kaiba.
"Rude major," Christina replied.
"Hey!" RJ called. "Toilet-brush boy!"
Bakura, who had been about to leave the premises, turned nervously.
"Yeah?"
"Listen, you start this thing off. Oh, and if your teammate loses, then you'll be the one a cruisin' for a bruisin'."
Bakura picked up the puck, his face contorted with anger.
"Okay, go!"
As soon as he dropped it, it was immediately taken by Kaiba, who scored his first goal easily.
"Please tell me you're better than this," he said nastily to RJ. RJ responded by stealing the puck and scoring a goal himself. After they had each scored 5 goals, RJ and Kaiba were exhausted. RJ had control of the puck, but when he flipped it up to hit the right sidebar, he missed, giving Kaiba an opportunity to steal.
"Go Kaiba!" Yugi cheered.
"Rock on with your bad self!" Christina called.
Kaiba, his face beaded with sweat, began taking the puck to RJ's side, and hit the crossbar. RJ checked him, but he recovered with just enough time to grab the puck with his stick and hit a sidebar.
"Man," he panted, "Giving up, RJ? So soon?"
RJ was angered by Kaiba's cruel words. He lashed out with his stick, catching Kaiba on the right arm hard.
"AARGHH!!!"
Kaiba shouted in agony, losing his balance and clutching his injured arm.
"Yo, man! That's cold!" screamed Gordon in protest.
He, Bakura, and Yugi ran over to see if Kaiba was alright.
"I...w-was not aware that you were...a cheater," Kaiba gasped, struggling with the pain in his arm.
RJ grabbed hold of Bakura's arm.
"You," he sneered. "Let's go."
"I will not!" Bakura told him fiercely. "I will not surrender to your antics!"
RJ sighed.
"Why do you want to do things the hard way?"
RJ tripped Ryou, then ran his sharpened ice skate blade across the boy's left pant leg hard, leaving a large gash.
"OWCHH! Damn you, RJ!"
Bakura tried to press against his wound, but it hurt so much. He writhed in pain as the blood poured. A shrill whistle rang out.
"What is going on out here?" a silky voice said.
"Coach Miyamoto, they were fighting," RJ lied, pointing to the injured young men.
It was obvious that Miyamoto showed favoritism with his next words.
"Don't let me catch you fighting, freshman. I don't have time to put up with your childish shit."
He glided away, along with RJ, leaving the others=s to cope.
"I'm fine," Seto told them. "Leave me alone."
Yugi and Tèa turned to help their friend off of the ice. Away in a secluded corner, Sazuko watched.
"Here we go again. This is the real reason no one wants to join the team. 'Mysterious injuries' my ass. If only I could prove they were doing this," he growled. "Stinking cheaters."
****
5 MIN. LATER
Back in dorm 3 (Yugi and Ryou's dorm), Tèa and Yugi were helping their friend bandage the gaping wound.
"I am not a toilet brush!" Bakura said angrily.
"We know you aren't Baku-kun," Yugi told him. "RJ's just a jerk."
"That wasn't a large cut, but it was deep," Bakura remarked. "I'll be a bit slow for a while. Ow, Tèa, take it easy with the tightening!"
"Sorry, but you don't want this cut to get infected," she warned him, pouring a few more drops of alcohol onto his leg before tightening the bandage and tying it. He winced, but didn't complain. "Now, don't walk too much or you'll get it bleeding again."
"I wonder how Kaiba's doing." Yugi pondered out loud.........
In his own dorm, Kaiba had pushed his sleeve up and was examining the damage on his arm. From halfway up his shoulder to a third down his entire arm, the flesh was dark purple. There was a numbing pain coursing through his entire arm."
"Fricking peon. I'll get back at him!" Kaiba muttered. He tried to bend his arm, which required much endurance of pain.
HROWWRRR!!!!"
"Hn?"
Kaiba turned to his open laptop. A Blue-Eyes White Dragon was carrying an envelope in its jaws, signaling e-mail had just been sent.
Kaiba used his good arm to open the e-mail.
::hey big bro. AIM me when U get this. Mokie::
"Mokuba," he mused, reading it. He positioned his arm to where it was in a typing position, then AIMed his little brother.
:Hey, bro. you there?:
::hey seto. How wuz your 1st day::
:what are u, my mother?:
::LOL, very funny, but I'm serious.::
:It was fine: Kaiba replied. He decided not to tell Mokuba about his bum arm.
::Cool. SOS over here. After school, I went to work, simple as that::
:everyone staying in line?:
::yep::
:good. Well hey u need to get rest for 2morrow. Goodnight. I'll explain more 2 U tomorrow:
::Goodnight Seto ^___^::
****
And that's all I wrote. Until next time, review this hard to type story and be happy that I put in about 2000 word of hard effort into it. Luv ya!!