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Chapter 14: Silhouettes.
(Yes, The Herman's Hermits one. So it's old and stuff. I like the lyrics. "said to myself, you're on the wrong block... ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah..." *don't* look at me like that!)
* * *
Kaiba sat leaning against the tree, the rest of the group around him. But he didn't feel a part of them. School was pretty crap without Yami, he realised. He wasn't even in the mood to insult Jou.
Everyone seemed in a bad mood, though. Shizuka and Otogi were sitting slightly separated from the group, meaning Jou and Honda were tetchy. But the most noticeable tension was between Anzu and Yugi, who were sitting as far apart as possible, and making a point of ignoring the others' existence.
Kaiba, and indeed everyone else in the group, could not remember a longer recess, nor a time when they were as eager to get to maths, as they were today.
* * *
Miss Miraki walked up and down between the desks, handing back tests. "Yugi Mutou, 51%, good effort... Yami Mutou, oh! He's absent. How is he, Yugi?"
"He's okay, he'll be back on Monday."
"It's so awful, children being shot. Do you know how it happened?" Yugi shook his head, wishing she'd drop it. There were already so many ridiculous rumours going around, all of them so far from the truth. "Anzu Mazaki, 54%, good. The average for the class was below the 10% mark, thanks to some people..." she slapped Jou's paper on the desk, followed by Honda's, glaring at them both.
The door swung open, revealing the principal and another, who was hidden in the shadows. Yugi, recognising the light sandy blonde hair, stood on his chair (not making much difference) and called out to Malik, who waved back.
"Yes, thankyou for the introduction, Yugi. Class, this is Malik Ishtar, a new student." The girls at Domino High were already spoilt for choice, as far as eye-candy went. And, sizing up the newcomer, they felt they had lucked out again. "Just take a seat somewhere, Malik. Where were we? Ryuuji Otogi -" snickers from Jou and Honda at the name "- *very* pleasing effort, 72%..." Honda stopped snickering, and glowered. "Seto Kaiba, I don't know why I even set you tests anymore, 100%..." Honda's mood darkened more. He had received 1%, a 'sympathy' mark, apparently. Jou got 3%, for the Flame Swordsman. At least their teacher had a sense of humour.
* * *
Seto endured exactly four minutes and twenty-seven seconds of lunch, before he up and left the school for the day. In that time, no fewer than eighteen girls, in groups of threes and fours, had come giggling and chasing Malik. Then, they would turn their attention to himself, and upon finding him in an even worse mood than usual, turn to Otogi. Of course, this put Jou and Honda in bad moods, not helped by Otogi, who managed to flirt with Shizuka *and* the other girls successfully. Yugi and Mokuba were talking to each other, quite obviously in an effort to ignore Anzu.
So, after said four minutes and twenty seven seconds, Kaiba left the school on foot, and set off for the hospital.
* * *
"Hey, does anyone know where Ryou and Bakura are? They were here this morning, I'm pretty sure. They don't even know you're here, Malik." Yugi mused aloud.
"They don't know what they're missing."
A stray girl overheard Yugi, and turning towards the purple-eyed teen, said in a very fast, very annoying voice, "You haven't *heard*? Someone caught them snogging in the basement. It's *so* disgusting, they're like, guys! *And* brothers," she added as an afterthought. Yugi's eyes widened, and he bit his lip. The girl turned to Mokuba. "Is it true your brother shot his brother because Yami set a kuri-thingy on him?"
"Yes. Yes it is. That's exactly what happened." Mokuba rolled his eyes at Yugi.
"Ohmigod! *Really*? I soooo have to tell Miaka! Nice meeting you, Malik!" In the ensuing fits of laughter, no-one noticed Anzu slip away after the girl.
* * *
Seto slipped quietly through the door, looking over to the bed. Yami was gone! He panicked for a moment, before spotting said teen sitting quietly on the window-sill, staring out the window. The effect was quite magnificent, Yami's small, lean frame just a silhouette, capped by a sprig of erratic spikes.
"Just leave it on the table," Yami mumbled. Seto smirked, flaking out on the bed.
"Guess again." Yami's head snapped round, recognising his love's voice. Seto heard a squeal, which he took a moment to figure was not actually Yami, but the little fur ball at his feet. "Hello, Kuriboh." The little monster beamed at him, as Yami wriggled into his arms.
"Thankyou for coming, Seto," purred Yami, snuggled against his chest. Seto looped his arms around his waist. "I've been so bored today. They won't let me go home. I've healed now, it doesn't hurt anymore."
"Oh, really?" asked Seto, not believing a word of it. He slowly moved his hand up Yami's shirt, watching the other teen's face intently. Sure enough, when his fingertips gently brushed the bullet wound, Yami winced ever so slightly, with a sharp little intake of breath.
"Okay. So I'm not completely healed. I just want to get out of here."
"School isn't much better, Yami." They sat in silence for a little while, Seto absent-mindedly stroking Yami's back. He was just as eager for Yami to be out of the hospital as Yami was himself. Speaking of Yami... he was lying asleep on Seto's chest, blonde hair hiding his face, mouth slightly open.
Much as he would love to lie with his sleeping angel, Seto had to be home in time for Mokuba, and to start the afternoon's work. In one of those strange coincidences the universe is built on, it took exactly four minutes and twenty-seven seconds for him to disentangle himself without waking Yami; not that he noticed, or cared. He kissed him lightly on the lips, then turned to exit the room. "Look after your master." The Kuriboh squealed very quietly as the door clicked shut.
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There we go. Two chapters in one go. I'm so nice! *bashes friends before they contradict me* Yeah, okay. Now, you do your bit.! Please, of course.
Disclaimer:IdonotownYuGiOhsopleasedonotsuemeijustthinkthecharactersaredeadco olsoimakeupstoriesaboutthemitisnotsobadiamnotinitforprofitandyeahiamgonnashu tupnow.
Chapter 14: Silhouettes.
(Yes, The Herman's Hermits one. So it's old and stuff. I like the lyrics. "said to myself, you're on the wrong block... ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah..." *don't* look at me like that!)
* * *
Kaiba sat leaning against the tree, the rest of the group around him. But he didn't feel a part of them. School was pretty crap without Yami, he realised. He wasn't even in the mood to insult Jou.
Everyone seemed in a bad mood, though. Shizuka and Otogi were sitting slightly separated from the group, meaning Jou and Honda were tetchy. But the most noticeable tension was between Anzu and Yugi, who were sitting as far apart as possible, and making a point of ignoring the others' existence.
Kaiba, and indeed everyone else in the group, could not remember a longer recess, nor a time when they were as eager to get to maths, as they were today.
* * *
Miss Miraki walked up and down between the desks, handing back tests. "Yugi Mutou, 51%, good effort... Yami Mutou, oh! He's absent. How is he, Yugi?"
"He's okay, he'll be back on Monday."
"It's so awful, children being shot. Do you know how it happened?" Yugi shook his head, wishing she'd drop it. There were already so many ridiculous rumours going around, all of them so far from the truth. "Anzu Mazaki, 54%, good. The average for the class was below the 10% mark, thanks to some people..." she slapped Jou's paper on the desk, followed by Honda's, glaring at them both.
The door swung open, revealing the principal and another, who was hidden in the shadows. Yugi, recognising the light sandy blonde hair, stood on his chair (not making much difference) and called out to Malik, who waved back.
"Yes, thankyou for the introduction, Yugi. Class, this is Malik Ishtar, a new student." The girls at Domino High were already spoilt for choice, as far as eye-candy went. And, sizing up the newcomer, they felt they had lucked out again. "Just take a seat somewhere, Malik. Where were we? Ryuuji Otogi -" snickers from Jou and Honda at the name "- *very* pleasing effort, 72%..." Honda stopped snickering, and glowered. "Seto Kaiba, I don't know why I even set you tests anymore, 100%..." Honda's mood darkened more. He had received 1%, a 'sympathy' mark, apparently. Jou got 3%, for the Flame Swordsman. At least their teacher had a sense of humour.
* * *
Seto endured exactly four minutes and twenty-seven seconds of lunch, before he up and left the school for the day. In that time, no fewer than eighteen girls, in groups of threes and fours, had come giggling and chasing Malik. Then, they would turn their attention to himself, and upon finding him in an even worse mood than usual, turn to Otogi. Of course, this put Jou and Honda in bad moods, not helped by Otogi, who managed to flirt with Shizuka *and* the other girls successfully. Yugi and Mokuba were talking to each other, quite obviously in an effort to ignore Anzu.
So, after said four minutes and twenty seven seconds, Kaiba left the school on foot, and set off for the hospital.
* * *
"Hey, does anyone know where Ryou and Bakura are? They were here this morning, I'm pretty sure. They don't even know you're here, Malik." Yugi mused aloud.
"They don't know what they're missing."
A stray girl overheard Yugi, and turning towards the purple-eyed teen, said in a very fast, very annoying voice, "You haven't *heard*? Someone caught them snogging in the basement. It's *so* disgusting, they're like, guys! *And* brothers," she added as an afterthought. Yugi's eyes widened, and he bit his lip. The girl turned to Mokuba. "Is it true your brother shot his brother because Yami set a kuri-thingy on him?"
"Yes. Yes it is. That's exactly what happened." Mokuba rolled his eyes at Yugi.
"Ohmigod! *Really*? I soooo have to tell Miaka! Nice meeting you, Malik!" In the ensuing fits of laughter, no-one noticed Anzu slip away after the girl.
* * *
Seto slipped quietly through the door, looking over to the bed. Yami was gone! He panicked for a moment, before spotting said teen sitting quietly on the window-sill, staring out the window. The effect was quite magnificent, Yami's small, lean frame just a silhouette, capped by a sprig of erratic spikes.
"Just leave it on the table," Yami mumbled. Seto smirked, flaking out on the bed.
"Guess again." Yami's head snapped round, recognising his love's voice. Seto heard a squeal, which he took a moment to figure was not actually Yami, but the little fur ball at his feet. "Hello, Kuriboh." The little monster beamed at him, as Yami wriggled into his arms.
"Thankyou for coming, Seto," purred Yami, snuggled against his chest. Seto looped his arms around his waist. "I've been so bored today. They won't let me go home. I've healed now, it doesn't hurt anymore."
"Oh, really?" asked Seto, not believing a word of it. He slowly moved his hand up Yami's shirt, watching the other teen's face intently. Sure enough, when his fingertips gently brushed the bullet wound, Yami winced ever so slightly, with a sharp little intake of breath.
"Okay. So I'm not completely healed. I just want to get out of here."
"School isn't much better, Yami." They sat in silence for a little while, Seto absent-mindedly stroking Yami's back. He was just as eager for Yami to be out of the hospital as Yami was himself. Speaking of Yami... he was lying asleep on Seto's chest, blonde hair hiding his face, mouth slightly open.
Much as he would love to lie with his sleeping angel, Seto had to be home in time for Mokuba, and to start the afternoon's work. In one of those strange coincidences the universe is built on, it took exactly four minutes and twenty-seven seconds for him to disentangle himself without waking Yami; not that he noticed, or cared. He kissed him lightly on the lips, then turned to exit the room. "Look after your master." The Kuriboh squealed very quietly as the door clicked shut.
* * *
There we go. Two chapters in one go. I'm so nice! *bashes friends before they contradict me* Yeah, okay. Now, you do your bit.! Please, of course.