Hideaki: That's nice. What are you going to do for chapter ten?
Shukkit: Wha-... I... Well, I didn't really think about that...
Hideaki: Let the randomness begin.
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The next week and a half went by rather smoothly, if you didn't count Hideaki sneaking into the infirmary to steal drugs and the one thousand plus semi-minor explosions heard coming from cabin #9 each morning.
Most people were busy preparing for their presentation, but not Malik. He sulked.
"I didn't learn anything in this goddamn place except that flagpoles make bad sleeping spots and Ryou is a really shitty kisser!" Ryou looked very hurt.
Everyone rolled their eyes. Malik had given this speech three times before.
"It's not like you're special just because you refuse to do the damn thing," Kaiba said. "Hideaki isn't doing it either." He turned to stare at Hideaki, who was sitting in the corner with his eyes glazed over. He stopped drooling and looked up. "I am too," he defended.
"You can't be! All you do is sit on your sorry ass all day and... and... And DROOL!" yelled Yugi.
Hideaki grinned and started looking around under bunkbeds for some AA batteries. "Whatever, man. I've already got my speech. Aw, crap. My head's stuck under here..." He yanked his red mop of a head out from under Yugi's bunk. What had once been Hideaki's bright red hair had become gray and fluffy from the collection of dust. "I'm gonna impro... Ah, ah.. KACHOO! Improvise. Like in Who's Line Is It Anyway. It's an American show."
Suddenly, a short kid wearing a boy scouts uniform (AN: ??) poked his head inside and asked, "Is this cabin nine?"
Hiroto shook his head and replied, "No, it's cabin six; you're upside down!"
"Well, cabin nine is wanted in the auditorium. It's time for the oral presentations."
Jonuochi gulped, but Ryou bounced up and down, yelling, "Yay!! This is going to be ssoooo fun!" His outburst earned him dirty looks from his (somewhat less) normal cabin mates.
So, the seven guys trudged up to the auditorium and waited for the last person from cabin eight to finish speaking.
"...And that is why I enjoyed Camp... Er, um... Yea, and that is why I enjoyed camp." A small, fat boy quickly waddled off the stage.
"Thank you, thank you. And now... Cabin 9!" boomed a vaguely familiar voice... A vaguely familiar British voice... Belonging to...
"Crawford!?" Everyone gasped, aside from Hideaki, who was busy giggling.
"Heeeeey... He's got, like... This British accent! Awesome! And he's got an eye missing! Dude!"
Crawford glared, but chose to ignore Hideaki's stupidity. "I think we'll start with...." He looked around the room, resting his eyes on Kaiba. "You."
Kaiba stepped up to the front of the room and began his political tyra-... I mean, speech.
"Camp is a technique to persuade small children..." (AN: etc)
Hideaki began to inch out of the room, but Yugi grabbed on to his arm and enquired, "Where are you going?"
"Props, man," Hideaki said. "I gotta get my props."
He traveled outside, searching for something to fulfill his insane fantasies. "Soda can, paper, weird blue shit, trash ca... TRASH CAN!" He bounded over to said trash can and started rummaging through the remnants.
"Hideaki... Must I even ask what you're doing?" A sneering voice loomed from behind.
Hideaki didn't even bother to turn around, and merely replied, "I gotta do that report thing so I'm looking for a... Ah-HA!" He proudly held up an empty beer bottle.
Izumi stared. "What does beer have to do with anything?" she asked.
"Oh, quite a bit. I'm gonna do... Track 13..."
Izumi jerked back and exclaimed, "Disgusting! You sick boy! You- you- you-"
"Thirteen, 'zumi. Not twelve. Thirteen." Izumi looked relieved. "Anyways," he said. "I gotta go be unfashionably late. Be seeing you."
"Yup. Unfortunately."
Hideaki headed back into the auditoriom of horrors, and heard Crawford say, "That's everyone, if Malik isn't going to participate... Can someone go find the inhabitants of cabin 10?" Hideaki stared at Malik, who was being held upside down by his ankles by some anonymous security guard.
"Hey, wait!" yelled Hideaki. "What about me?"
Crawford turned to stare at the offending voice. "Alright then... Let's hear it, Mr... Ah... Do you have a last name?"
Hideaki nodded and said, "Yea, ask my sister. She'll know."
Everyone raised an eyebrow as Hideaki stepped up onstage, empty Miller Light bottle in hand, mentally searching for Track 13...
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