"Man, those blanged things must be solid gold!"
"Yeah, and they have a basis in Ancient Egypt. Ask Mr. Satashi, he'll tell ya."
Yugi may not have history class with anyone but Ryou, but that gave him an idea. If everyone thought Ryou Bakura was a dork, then they needed convincing of the contrary. He urged Bakura to wear the Millennium Ring over his shirt and it turned out that the burnouts thought it looked like a cool pendant and the more intelligent people thought it was cool history. The same went for his Puzzle, so it was a win-win situation. However, for some reason, Bakura felt weak wearing it again, especially with his guard down due to all of the attention he was receiving. He felt like falling asleep and it didn't feel like Yami Bakura's work either. The Ring was doing it of its own accord. Hise eyes seemed to flicker when Yugi saw him, as if they wanted to change. When they got to their dorm, Yugi ang Bakura began to talk things over.
"I'll just have to tell coach I messed up my leg, Yuge," Bakura said sullenly.
"Yeah. Um, Bakura?"
"Yes?"
"I know I'm the one who told you to wear the Ring, but you shouldn't wear it anymore. It's trying to get you..."
"Understood, Yugi. Understood."
"Now let's get ready. Even if you can't play, you should at least work out your leg a little. To stretch it out."
IN his dorm, Kaiba had already put an ace bandage around his arm and was ready to skate. He couldn't rotate his wrist or bend his arm well, but he needed to practice. *** "Look, I am really interested in hockey, but could I have a few days to let my leg heal? I...I cut it pretty badly," Bakura said quietly.
"How?" Coach Sazuko asked seriously.
"On something really sharp. Like glass."
"Or an ice blade. A dangerously sharpened one," Coach replied. "Take as long as you need. I suggest five days."
"Thanks, coach. Can I just try to skate?"
"Whatever floats your boat, Bakura."
Coach turned to Seto and regarded him seriously.
"You okay, Kaiba? You look a bit on the pale side."
"I'm fine," Kaiba replied doggedly. "I am not pale."
Coach Sazuko knew the truth. Under the padding, Kaiba's arm looked swollen and stiff, and under his tough look was a face contorted with pain. Regardless, he let Kaiba be.
"Right. Which of you would like to try for captain?"
"Yugi, Seto, and Ryou raised their hands.
"Bakura, Kaiba, Yugi. I see. We have a game next week. There you can all prove your skills as captains. The best one will become the true team captain."
With this, Coach subjected them to a harsh practice. First there was suicides, then laps, the list went on.
At 5:30, he told them practice was over, but he still had them for 30 more minutes.
"Although I can push practice all the way, I don't think it's fair, so I leave you the last 30 minutes to yourself about every other practice for freedom. Unlike Miyamoto."
He motioned for everyone to come closer.
"Don't tell anyone I said this, but between you and me," he whispered, "Miyamoto is a big sleazeball. He works his team hard for more time, not giving them rest, which makes them...temperamental.
"Anyways, this week you can goof off. Next week, full time."
Everyone indeed goofed off, in addition to getting to know each other better. Only Kaiba kept to himself.
"Yo-hah, bro-hah!" Gordon said, backskating in front of Kaiba. Not at all impressed, Seto skated around him. Gordon frowned.
"Okay, that's cool too, you!" *** After practice, Sazuko resolved to stay out of the freshman/varsity wars. Only when it got too serious would he intervene.
"Yuge, you go on to the dorm, I'll be there."
"'Kay, Bakura. See ya."
Bakura turned and sloppily walked back to the rink. He put on his jacket, walked onto the ice, and sighed heavily.
"My life is horsecrap. Pure fricking horsecrap."
He put his skates on and practiced his speeding. He could reach amazing speeds, but after two crashes, his leg had started bleedint, and he felt like a test dummy. But who he saw next brought his world crashing down.
"Hey, Lanky!!"
R&R!!
"Yeah, and they have a basis in Ancient Egypt. Ask Mr. Satashi, he'll tell ya."
Yugi may not have history class with anyone but Ryou, but that gave him an idea. If everyone thought Ryou Bakura was a dork, then they needed convincing of the contrary. He urged Bakura to wear the Millennium Ring over his shirt and it turned out that the burnouts thought it looked like a cool pendant and the more intelligent people thought it was cool history. The same went for his Puzzle, so it was a win-win situation. However, for some reason, Bakura felt weak wearing it again, especially with his guard down due to all of the attention he was receiving. He felt like falling asleep and it didn't feel like Yami Bakura's work either. The Ring was doing it of its own accord. Hise eyes seemed to flicker when Yugi saw him, as if they wanted to change. When they got to their dorm, Yugi ang Bakura began to talk things over.
"I'll just have to tell coach I messed up my leg, Yuge," Bakura said sullenly.
"Yeah. Um, Bakura?"
"Yes?"
"I know I'm the one who told you to wear the Ring, but you shouldn't wear it anymore. It's trying to get you..."
"Understood, Yugi. Understood."
"Now let's get ready. Even if you can't play, you should at least work out your leg a little. To stretch it out."
IN his dorm, Kaiba had already put an ace bandage around his arm and was ready to skate. He couldn't rotate his wrist or bend his arm well, but he needed to practice. *** "Look, I am really interested in hockey, but could I have a few days to let my leg heal? I...I cut it pretty badly," Bakura said quietly.
"How?" Coach Sazuko asked seriously.
"On something really sharp. Like glass."
"Or an ice blade. A dangerously sharpened one," Coach replied. "Take as long as you need. I suggest five days."
"Thanks, coach. Can I just try to skate?"
"Whatever floats your boat, Bakura."
Coach turned to Seto and regarded him seriously.
"You okay, Kaiba? You look a bit on the pale side."
"I'm fine," Kaiba replied doggedly. "I am not pale."
Coach Sazuko knew the truth. Under the padding, Kaiba's arm looked swollen and stiff, and under his tough look was a face contorted with pain. Regardless, he let Kaiba be.
"Right. Which of you would like to try for captain?"
"Yugi, Seto, and Ryou raised their hands.
"Bakura, Kaiba, Yugi. I see. We have a game next week. There you can all prove your skills as captains. The best one will become the true team captain."
With this, Coach subjected them to a harsh practice. First there was suicides, then laps, the list went on.
At 5:30, he told them practice was over, but he still had them for 30 more minutes.
"Although I can push practice all the way, I don't think it's fair, so I leave you the last 30 minutes to yourself about every other practice for freedom. Unlike Miyamoto."
He motioned for everyone to come closer.
"Don't tell anyone I said this, but between you and me," he whispered, "Miyamoto is a big sleazeball. He works his team hard for more time, not giving them rest, which makes them...temperamental.
"Anyways, this week you can goof off. Next week, full time."
Everyone indeed goofed off, in addition to getting to know each other better. Only Kaiba kept to himself.
"Yo-hah, bro-hah!" Gordon said, backskating in front of Kaiba. Not at all impressed, Seto skated around him. Gordon frowned.
"Okay, that's cool too, you!" *** After practice, Sazuko resolved to stay out of the freshman/varsity wars. Only when it got too serious would he intervene.
"Yuge, you go on to the dorm, I'll be there."
"'Kay, Bakura. See ya."
Bakura turned and sloppily walked back to the rink. He put on his jacket, walked onto the ice, and sighed heavily.
"My life is horsecrap. Pure fricking horsecrap."
He put his skates on and practiced his speeding. He could reach amazing speeds, but after two crashes, his leg had started bleedint, and he felt like a test dummy. But who he saw next brought his world crashing down.
"Hey, Lanky!!"
R&R!!