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Blabla- Just plain talking
*bla bla*- Emphasis on word/words
BLA BLA- A bit more emphasis and/or yelling.
*BLA BLA*- Largest amount of emphasis, sometimes used for sarcasm or if someone is already yelling.
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Author- 'Lo again peoples! ^^ I wanna thank Livi and The Happy Reviewer again for the review, now I know the chapter was good enough. It took me FOREVER to come up with a satisfactory chapter! I rewrote the whole thing about a billion times with different plots. It finally came out OK though! ^___^
Ryou- *sniffle* _ _;
Author- ....^^; Well, Ok to most people. *huggles Ryou*
Ryou- *is slightly confused, makes the O.o face, and looks around nervously*
Author- *squeal* ...Ryou...
Ryou- -.-
Author- Well, because I'm trying to cut down on the talking before chapters-
Caitlin- *scoff*
Author- *glare* Hey, I made you.
Caitlin- *double scoff* SOMEONE would have made me some time or another.
Author- Yes, but it wouldn't be the same. Either that, or I would have a very common type of mind. (!.!) Better get to the fic before someone comes up with this STORY too.
~*~ Tristen ~*~
Darkness.
Not a speck of light in sight. Only hints of occasional bold colors flashed before my eyes.
Faces.
Faces of everyone I've ever seen in my entire life on fast foreword in front of me.
I didn't think. I didn't feel. Was I even there?
Finally, light. A flash of light only barely seen among the darkness, but defiantly felt. There was a scream as the knife caught the light enough to be noticed, and sliced down on something. The scream rang forth and pierced the black, filled with agony and fear.
Was it my own?
Then, darkness once more.
"Get up."
Barely more then a whisper in the back of my mind, a voice called me. Suddenly, I felt. My eyes were closed, my hands were asleep, my legs were motionless. I was lying on something.
"Get up. We have a new use for you now."
I forced my eyes to open, and saw light at last. I sat up quickly when I saw I was in my room. I had my clothes on, but was tucked under my sheets. The rain was still beating mercilessly against my window, and the house sounded empty. My eyes scanned the room, but there wasn't anyone there. No one to tell me to get up, no one that knew I was asleep at all.
I was alone.
"Was I dreaming?" I asked myself. Now, normally I wasn't one who opted for talking to himself, but I wanted someone to hear me and speak up.
No one came forth. I pulled myself from under the sheets and started to walk down the hallway into the deserted house. My bare feet stuck a little to the tile floor, but that was the only sound, save the rain. Maybe it *was* a dream.
"It seemed so real." I told myself, tearing open a granola bar and sitting at the table; "How did it go again?"
I could barely recall the visions I had seen, and felt very upset at myself. Just my luck, I couldn't remember a dream that might be important. Like, a vision into the future. Who knows, maybe I'm a psychic like that Espa dude!
"Think." I told myself, "Let's see, there was...a knife or something. And someone screaming, and...faces or something? Crud!"
I sighed, and caught a glimpse of a note scribbled on the other side of an envelope. Slightly confused, I picked it up and read the message.
"Dear Tristen." I read, "When I got up this morning, you weren't in your bed. I'm just assuming that you already are going to school or are with your friends. Next time, remember to *tell* me when you aren't going to be here in the morning. I was worried! I had to leave for work earlier then usual this morning, and won't be back until late tonight. There's a TV dinner in the freezer you can eat. Your father called last night and says he will be home tomorrow morning from Hong Kong. Anyway, hope you have a good day sweetie! Love, Mom."
"B-but, I *was* in bed."
I read the first line over and over again. Why wouldn't I be in my bed? I was in my bed when I woke up. Shrugging it aside for now, I set the envelope down, and looked at the calendar. Then at the clock above the pantry.
It took me about five seconds to realize there was school today, and I was already late.
"Oh shit!" I exclaimed, grabbing my backpack and stuffing it with last- minute homework assignments. I was already an almost two hours late! Why didn't my alarm clock wake me up!?
Stuffing the rest of the granola bar in my mouth, I ran for the door and closed it with a SLAM. I was in such a hurry, I almost forgot to lock the door, but I knew my mom would kill me if I didn't.
"Oh man!" I said, having, now, to walk to school because the bus had already left.
"Teach' is gonna kill me!"
~*~*~*~
"This is the song that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends. Somebody- started singing it not knowing what it was, and they'll just keep on singing it forever just because it is the song that never ends," Cami sang under his breath, barely keeping up with the rest of us, "-it just goes on and on my friends, somebody, started singing-"
"Will you stop it!" I snapped, turning around long enough to send him a glare.
Cami was aghast, "I can't do that! It's an unwritten rule to never stop a song that never ends! That's why it's 'The Song that never Ends'!"
I muttered something angrily in Egyptian at Cami, and continued to traipse through the mud. I hate mud. Almost as much as I hate rain, and hail, which were all combined in one neat little package that was given to me. Having to find something to get my mind off that godforsaken song, I took the mirror back out of my back pocket and started to examine it again.
I ran my finger over the smooth surface of the hand mirror in my hand. It was skillfully made, and so brilliant that it could be worth thousands. There were certain things you looked for if you were planning to steal an item that was worth something. There was a thin, not noticeable strip of gold around the edge of the mirror, and there was no scratch on the entire thing. The back was, strangely, made of blue marble and it had something inscribed on the backside of it. I couldn't' read the inscription because of how caked with mud the mirror was.
I scrubbed it carefully again, and growled as there was no change in the mirrors appearance. I was sure this mirror was good for something. As expensive looking as it was, people don't usually carry hand mirrors around that are worth this much and go and try to murder people. And what's more, they don't leave it tucked away in the door pocket, where I could guess it was because of how it fell out. I could sense a different type of magic in it. A queer, foreign type of magic I knew nothing about. It was more complex, stronger in it's own way. If only I could activate it!
I slipped the mirror back into my pocket, and heard Cami grumble from behind me.
"I still don't understand what make's that thing so special..." He mumbled, struggling to pull his feet through the deep mud. "So they dropped a hand mirror. What's the big deal?"
"It may possess strong magic that would explain who our attempted murderer is." I explained, bluntly.
"You're sure?" He said skeptically, "It's not like people just walk around carrying magic hand mirrors like we do with our items."
"I just know these things!" Bakura snapped, "It's my job to know! Don't be so inquisitive, scribe!"
"I can't help it." He said in a childish way, "I NEED you to explain or I'll be completely lost! You guys are just, so...weird."
Yami and I both exchanged looks, and Cami pretended he could care less what we thought about his weirdness factor.
It had been decided rather quickly, by the Pharaoh (surprise surprise) that we should follow a small creek that had formed at the bottom of the hill until we could climb back up. It was just too slippery to climb up from where we had fallen, and the rain just kept coming.
Yami kept looking over his shoulder for the car that had disappeared like it was going to jump out at him from the woods and kill us all or something. I groaned as then we came up to a part of the creek that was higher then the rest, and almost completely mud.
"I think we're going the wrong way..." Yami said suddenly, pointing in a random direction.
I growled at him. Fool of a Pharaoh, always thinking he's better then everyone else. *I* was leading this group, so if he valued his mortal life, he should just keep quiet. Oh how I wanted to kill him and take away his puzzle, not that it would be of any help now with all the power gone from it.
"We can't turn around now." I said, trying not to leave him room for disagreement, "We'll just have to cope with where we end up in the end."
"And also hope we're alive by then." I added, "Seeing as-- wait, how many times have we been almost killed?"
"Just once, scribe..." I answered, already a whole lot farther ahead of him.
"Yes, thank you-- we've already been tried to be murdered by crazy people that you both THOUGHT were your friends like IGNORANT FOOLS, ONE. WHOLE. TIME!"
They paid me no head, and I didn't know if they could hear me or not because of how far ahead they were by now, so I jogged (more or less) up to them and continued to talk.
"I wasn't ignorant." I told them, "I KNEW they were bad from the beginning. I knew. And you all trusted them, and LOOK WHERE IT ENDED US! WE ARE LOST WITH ONLY A HANDMIRROR! And unless Bakura is right about the magic stuff and that hand mirror can TURN INTO A CAR or a MAP, then we're in SOOOO much trouble!"
"Scribe?" Bakura said.
"Yes?"
"Say one more thing and I'll strangle you."
"Ok..."
As if a miracle had happened, I heard the sound of sirens up ahead. I ran ahead of the others and poked my head through a thick bush to see on the other side. Ra had saved us! The main road was there in front of us, and we could follow it home. I gestured to the others to follow me, and walked to the road.
I had to admit, it was not a happy place. There were a few police cars parked by a bad accident, and there were two ambulance trucks carrying wounded bodies away to the hospital. When I looked closer, I could see that one of the cars had run into a telephone pole, and the other had run head first into another car.
"It's all the rain." Yami answered without the question being asked, "Come on, we'd better get to school."
Both Cami and I stopped dead in our tracks and stared at him in disbelief.
"School!?" Cami squeaked, "Why do we have to go to school!?"
Yami sighed, like this was obvious, "We must attend school every day, whether or not we are late. Besides, I need to speak with Tea and Joey about the current events."
"Fine." Cami said, jogging to catch up with Yami, "You go to school, I'll stay home and watch the TV conveniently located in my room seeing as how Bakura broke our other one."
"I don't deny it."
"No, scribe, you're coming with me."
"Aww!" Cami whined, "But doesn't almost getting killed count as a 'day off of school free' pass?"
"No."
"AWW!"
"Really, Pharaoh, this is the lowest decision you and your big head have ever made." I told him, also needing to catch up because Yami wasn't slowing down.
"Haven't you learned by now I don't care about your opinion, Tomb Robber?" He said, a tone of annoyance growing in his voice.
~*~
Somehow, the Pharaoh managed to get us all to school. Mud, and all. And somehow else, he managed Cami to enter the building in a skirt. Again, I felt that urge to kill him.
One day I'll do it, I know I will.
"NOOO!" Cami sobbed, "THERE ALL GONNA LAUGH AT MEEEHEHE!"
"Come on Cami!" Yami said, dragging him by the feet across the floor, "We're almost there!"
Cami let out a high pitched scream, that I'm sure all classes noticed right away. I smirked at Yami's look of distress, and for the first time, found Cami's temper tantrums useful. Cami dug his nails into the floor and started to claw at the ground when nothing happened.
"YOU'RE NOT BEING NICE!" He yelled, trying to kick, but failing.
"I know I'm not." Yami said, nearing the door to our class, "But that's just life for you."
+ CHIBI MOMENT +
[A/N: Note that all CHIBI MOMENTS were found on a fic I read and I thought they made sense so I'm using them here. Chibi moments are usually when the characters use chibi like expressions, chibi like actions, or chibi like body language. You can sort of picture it! ^^ Most of the CMs are in my own likeness, so if I say something looked 'cute' that doesn't mean Bakura thought that. It's because I wrote that.]
Yami kept walking foreword until he had stopped in mid step, leg hovering in the air. He had the whole, 'huh?' anime expression on his face and then looked behind him and saw Cami clinging on for dear life on a water fountain. Yami gets the little + thing on his head and continues to pull, while Cami is screaming at him to let him free. Finally, Yami gives a last hard pull, and all three of them (even Bakura, who was standing in front of Yami) get slung back into the wall like a sling shot. All of them pile up against the wall and get those cute swirly eye things.
[A/N: I AM SORRY, but I can picture a chibi Bakura with swirly eyes and it is CUTE! *squeal* In case anyone wants to draw a picture of it... (hint hint) ]
"Are you Bakura, Motou, and Whatshername?"
All anime chibi's look up from their pile with BIG eyes that are kind of smashed, (being on top of each other) and nod.
+ END CHIBI MOMENT +
The woman who had been standing there with a very UN-chibi like stern expression on her face tapped her foot and started to walk in another direction.
"Come with me." She said in a bored sort of way, "Mrs. Falcone wants to have a word with you."
"Don't worry." Cami whispered to us, "It's only a word. What bad things could she possibly say in one word?"
[A/N: Sweat drop and -_- eyes on all of them. ^^]
When the woman finally brought us to the office of Mrs. Falcone, she told us to sit in the three chairs in front of the desk and keep quiet until you are spoken too. I had to hold back a scoff of frustration, and only nodded with a smile. We opened the door, and did what we were told.
There at the office table, sat who I assumed was Mrs. Falcone. Ryou had told me stories about her, and how her duties as the principal usually went down in flames a few weeks after they started. I already decided I didn't like her when I noticed the bottle of nail polish sitting on her desk.
"So." She said, "I have been told you boys came in tardy today, am I correct?"
"Hai." We all said in unison.
"We are very sorry." I added, "An emergency came up and-"
"Somebody tried to kill us." Cami said with a solemn nod of the head.
Both Yami and I glared again at Cami for ruining our perfect excuse. Now it made it seem even more like we were lying! Mrs. Falcone gave us a 'look' and started to file her nails.
"Now, I have also been informed that you have been missing your extracurricular activities classes."
"Our what?" Yami said, "I didn't think we had any other classes."
"Well of course you do!" Mrs. Falcone said, taking out a piece of paper and reading it, "Caitlin Whatshername, you had been assigned art classes."
Cami's eyes got wide, but he said nothing. Although, I could have sworn I saw him mouth, 'I hate school'.
"Yugi Motou, you were signed up for track."
The Pharaoh went a little pale, but he acted like this was neither news, nor anything terrible. I shivered at the very thought of my activity. Ryou was a pantywaist, he probably signed up for knitting or something stupid like that. Then again, it would be cool to have Jujitsu... [1]
"And Ryou Bakura, you were in Jujitsu a little while back-"
YES! MY LUCK! HAHA PHARAOH AND SCRIBE! I RULE! I WIN! YOU LOOSE! I'M THE WINNER AND YOU LOOSE BY A MILE! WHAT LUCK!
"-but unfortunately, that class ran out of space a while back and we had to reassign you into Home Ec."
I couldn't help myself. I slammed my fist on the desk in front of me and stood up. "THIS IS OUTRAGOUS!"
"Mr. Bakura!" Mrs. Falcone exclaimed.
Yami coughed, and I felt my eye twitch as I slowly sat back down and put my hands back into my lap, never taking my eyes off him. Oh he would pay. He would pay dearly for this one.
"Before you leave." Mrs. Falcone said, glancing at me before continuing, "I have received one other, interesting bit of news. Your teachers have not yet been able to grade most of your papers because they say you have been writing in, hieroglyphics. Is this true?"
We nodded, and Mrs. Falcone looked shocked.
"But how? None of you have *really* been all that great at history before, how did you-"
"It's a gift!" Cami said happily, "We've been working on it, does this mean that we get to go home scott free or however that is said?"
"No." Mrs. Falcone answered slowly, still in awe of our, abilities, "It means you will have to redo those papers in the next three days at home so your teachers can grade them. I will also be assigning you extra volunteer acts to make up for the time in school you have lost, and will get back to you as soon as possible."
"Thank you Mrs. Falcone person!" Cami said, grabbing the Pharaoh and I by the backs of our shirts and lifting us into the air, "We'll see you soon but we're very busy actually, thanks for the talking to we'll get right on it buh-bye!"
He rushed us out of the room before Mrs. Falcone could object, and closed the door with a slam. Once outside, he dropped his 'thank you' act and muttered obscenities as fast as he could. I smirked, a strange pride raising in my mind that told me I could say more and faster.
"I don't believe her." He said, "Art. ART! Thoth [2] why art! I couldn't draw a circle to save my life!"
"You got it easier then I did." Yami said, "If track is what I assume it to be, I might have some problems. I don't...like to run."
I didn't even dare speak of my own misfortunes. I was afraid I'd go crazy with anger and never be able to take a class again. I just nodded and kept my thought to myself. The stern woman that showed us where to go nodded at us from her desk as we left the room and made our way into the hallway.
"Just a thought," Cami said suddenly, "How are we going to explain where we were to Tea, Joey, and Tristen?"
The Pharaoh stopped walking whacked his forehead, murmuring his own obscenities.
"What's the matter?" Cami asked innocently.
"I *knew* I was forgetting something." Yami said, "Tristen is still with that fake Tea and Joey. I have no idea where they could be, or what they could do to them. How could I forget about Tristen!"
Cami shrugged, "He's not that hard to forget about."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Calm down Pharaoh," I said, "You're forgetting I still have their mirror with me. I doubt we have much to worry about, and besides,"
I smirked as the ring around my neck unintentionally started to glow, "He wouldn't be that much of a loss if worse came to worse. Think of it as a sacrifice."
Yami glared daggers at me while growling a, 'that's enough!'. I couldn't help how I felt. I hated the little brat. Ever since Duelist Kingdom when he ruined my chances of earning that kid Mokuba's soulless body. He threw my ring out the window and completely destroyed my plan. And for that, I hate him.
"We can go rescue him!" Cami chirped up, "We'll just leave now and go rescue him without going into school!"
"No, scribe." Yami said, getting deeper and deeper into a very bad mood, "I've told you already, we have to work on our studies."
Cami whimpered, but sighed and nodded sadly. "You need to get a life Yami."
"I did have a life." Yami answered, "Five thousand years later, and I still have a life."
"Yeah well, you got gypped in the 'having a life' scale."
"Excuse me, but who was Scribe and who was Pharaoh."
"Tell me something, Yami, how do you fit through doors with that big head of yours?"
"It came with the package of being a Pharaoh."
"You forgot fool."
"Bakura, who invited you into this conversation?"
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[1] I think I know what that is, ^^; If I got it wrong, I apologize in advance.
[2] Thoth is the Egyptian patron god of scribes and writing in general.
Retaw- I'm sorry peoples! I didn't have time to think of a formal ending, so I just left it off where they are walking to class ok? I hope it turned out Ok, and if anything gets cheesy or too OOC, just tell me and I'll fix it!
Anywho, hoped you enjoyed it anyway. And yes, Tristen is at school, the Yami's just don't know that. And yes, I'll be updating next Sunday a little earlier.
Quick Note- UGH! WHAT WAS I THINKING! IT TOOK ME OVER A WEEK TO MAKE THIS CHAPTER SATISFACTORY! WHY OH WHY DID I MAKE TRISTEN BE THE ONLY ONE IN THE LOCATION PLACE! WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THAT!?
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oh well, it's fixed now. ^^ But this was the second chapter that took me, what, FIVE TRIES to get right.
Blabla- Just plain talking
*bla bla*- Emphasis on word/words
BLA BLA- A bit more emphasis and/or yelling.
*BLA BLA*- Largest amount of emphasis, sometimes used for sarcasm or if someone is already yelling.
~:~:~
Author- 'Lo again peoples! ^^ I wanna thank Livi and The Happy Reviewer again for the review, now I know the chapter was good enough. It took me FOREVER to come up with a satisfactory chapter! I rewrote the whole thing about a billion times with different plots. It finally came out OK though! ^___^
Ryou- *sniffle* _ _;
Author- ....^^; Well, Ok to most people. *huggles Ryou*
Ryou- *is slightly confused, makes the O.o face, and looks around nervously*
Author- *squeal* ...Ryou...
Ryou- -.-
Author- Well, because I'm trying to cut down on the talking before chapters-
Caitlin- *scoff*
Author- *glare* Hey, I made you.
Caitlin- *double scoff* SOMEONE would have made me some time or another.
Author- Yes, but it wouldn't be the same. Either that, or I would have a very common type of mind. (!.!) Better get to the fic before someone comes up with this STORY too.
~*~ Tristen ~*~
Darkness.
Not a speck of light in sight. Only hints of occasional bold colors flashed before my eyes.
Faces.
Faces of everyone I've ever seen in my entire life on fast foreword in front of me.
I didn't think. I didn't feel. Was I even there?
Finally, light. A flash of light only barely seen among the darkness, but defiantly felt. There was a scream as the knife caught the light enough to be noticed, and sliced down on something. The scream rang forth and pierced the black, filled with agony and fear.
Was it my own?
Then, darkness once more.
"Get up."
Barely more then a whisper in the back of my mind, a voice called me. Suddenly, I felt. My eyes were closed, my hands were asleep, my legs were motionless. I was lying on something.
"Get up. We have a new use for you now."
I forced my eyes to open, and saw light at last. I sat up quickly when I saw I was in my room. I had my clothes on, but was tucked under my sheets. The rain was still beating mercilessly against my window, and the house sounded empty. My eyes scanned the room, but there wasn't anyone there. No one to tell me to get up, no one that knew I was asleep at all.
I was alone.
"Was I dreaming?" I asked myself. Now, normally I wasn't one who opted for talking to himself, but I wanted someone to hear me and speak up.
No one came forth. I pulled myself from under the sheets and started to walk down the hallway into the deserted house. My bare feet stuck a little to the tile floor, but that was the only sound, save the rain. Maybe it *was* a dream.
"It seemed so real." I told myself, tearing open a granola bar and sitting at the table; "How did it go again?"
I could barely recall the visions I had seen, and felt very upset at myself. Just my luck, I couldn't remember a dream that might be important. Like, a vision into the future. Who knows, maybe I'm a psychic like that Espa dude!
"Think." I told myself, "Let's see, there was...a knife or something. And someone screaming, and...faces or something? Crud!"
I sighed, and caught a glimpse of a note scribbled on the other side of an envelope. Slightly confused, I picked it up and read the message.
"Dear Tristen." I read, "When I got up this morning, you weren't in your bed. I'm just assuming that you already are going to school or are with your friends. Next time, remember to *tell* me when you aren't going to be here in the morning. I was worried! I had to leave for work earlier then usual this morning, and won't be back until late tonight. There's a TV dinner in the freezer you can eat. Your father called last night and says he will be home tomorrow morning from Hong Kong. Anyway, hope you have a good day sweetie! Love, Mom."
"B-but, I *was* in bed."
I read the first line over and over again. Why wouldn't I be in my bed? I was in my bed when I woke up. Shrugging it aside for now, I set the envelope down, and looked at the calendar. Then at the clock above the pantry.
It took me about five seconds to realize there was school today, and I was already late.
"Oh shit!" I exclaimed, grabbing my backpack and stuffing it with last- minute homework assignments. I was already an almost two hours late! Why didn't my alarm clock wake me up!?
Stuffing the rest of the granola bar in my mouth, I ran for the door and closed it with a SLAM. I was in such a hurry, I almost forgot to lock the door, but I knew my mom would kill me if I didn't.
"Oh man!" I said, having, now, to walk to school because the bus had already left.
"Teach' is gonna kill me!"
~*~*~*~
"This is the song that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends. Somebody- started singing it not knowing what it was, and they'll just keep on singing it forever just because it is the song that never ends," Cami sang under his breath, barely keeping up with the rest of us, "-it just goes on and on my friends, somebody, started singing-"
"Will you stop it!" I snapped, turning around long enough to send him a glare.
Cami was aghast, "I can't do that! It's an unwritten rule to never stop a song that never ends! That's why it's 'The Song that never Ends'!"
I muttered something angrily in Egyptian at Cami, and continued to traipse through the mud. I hate mud. Almost as much as I hate rain, and hail, which were all combined in one neat little package that was given to me. Having to find something to get my mind off that godforsaken song, I took the mirror back out of my back pocket and started to examine it again.
I ran my finger over the smooth surface of the hand mirror in my hand. It was skillfully made, and so brilliant that it could be worth thousands. There were certain things you looked for if you were planning to steal an item that was worth something. There was a thin, not noticeable strip of gold around the edge of the mirror, and there was no scratch on the entire thing. The back was, strangely, made of blue marble and it had something inscribed on the backside of it. I couldn't' read the inscription because of how caked with mud the mirror was.
I scrubbed it carefully again, and growled as there was no change in the mirrors appearance. I was sure this mirror was good for something. As expensive looking as it was, people don't usually carry hand mirrors around that are worth this much and go and try to murder people. And what's more, they don't leave it tucked away in the door pocket, where I could guess it was because of how it fell out. I could sense a different type of magic in it. A queer, foreign type of magic I knew nothing about. It was more complex, stronger in it's own way. If only I could activate it!
I slipped the mirror back into my pocket, and heard Cami grumble from behind me.
"I still don't understand what make's that thing so special..." He mumbled, struggling to pull his feet through the deep mud. "So they dropped a hand mirror. What's the big deal?"
"It may possess strong magic that would explain who our attempted murderer is." I explained, bluntly.
"You're sure?" He said skeptically, "It's not like people just walk around carrying magic hand mirrors like we do with our items."
"I just know these things!" Bakura snapped, "It's my job to know! Don't be so inquisitive, scribe!"
"I can't help it." He said in a childish way, "I NEED you to explain or I'll be completely lost! You guys are just, so...weird."
Yami and I both exchanged looks, and Cami pretended he could care less what we thought about his weirdness factor.
It had been decided rather quickly, by the Pharaoh (surprise surprise) that we should follow a small creek that had formed at the bottom of the hill until we could climb back up. It was just too slippery to climb up from where we had fallen, and the rain just kept coming.
Yami kept looking over his shoulder for the car that had disappeared like it was going to jump out at him from the woods and kill us all or something. I groaned as then we came up to a part of the creek that was higher then the rest, and almost completely mud.
"I think we're going the wrong way..." Yami said suddenly, pointing in a random direction.
I growled at him. Fool of a Pharaoh, always thinking he's better then everyone else. *I* was leading this group, so if he valued his mortal life, he should just keep quiet. Oh how I wanted to kill him and take away his puzzle, not that it would be of any help now with all the power gone from it.
"We can't turn around now." I said, trying not to leave him room for disagreement, "We'll just have to cope with where we end up in the end."
"And also hope we're alive by then." I added, "Seeing as-- wait, how many times have we been almost killed?"
"Just once, scribe..." I answered, already a whole lot farther ahead of him.
"Yes, thank you-- we've already been tried to be murdered by crazy people that you both THOUGHT were your friends like IGNORANT FOOLS, ONE. WHOLE. TIME!"
They paid me no head, and I didn't know if they could hear me or not because of how far ahead they were by now, so I jogged (more or less) up to them and continued to talk.
"I wasn't ignorant." I told them, "I KNEW they were bad from the beginning. I knew. And you all trusted them, and LOOK WHERE IT ENDED US! WE ARE LOST WITH ONLY A HANDMIRROR! And unless Bakura is right about the magic stuff and that hand mirror can TURN INTO A CAR or a MAP, then we're in SOOOO much trouble!"
"Scribe?" Bakura said.
"Yes?"
"Say one more thing and I'll strangle you."
"Ok..."
As if a miracle had happened, I heard the sound of sirens up ahead. I ran ahead of the others and poked my head through a thick bush to see on the other side. Ra had saved us! The main road was there in front of us, and we could follow it home. I gestured to the others to follow me, and walked to the road.
I had to admit, it was not a happy place. There were a few police cars parked by a bad accident, and there were two ambulance trucks carrying wounded bodies away to the hospital. When I looked closer, I could see that one of the cars had run into a telephone pole, and the other had run head first into another car.
"It's all the rain." Yami answered without the question being asked, "Come on, we'd better get to school."
Both Cami and I stopped dead in our tracks and stared at him in disbelief.
"School!?" Cami squeaked, "Why do we have to go to school!?"
Yami sighed, like this was obvious, "We must attend school every day, whether or not we are late. Besides, I need to speak with Tea and Joey about the current events."
"Fine." Cami said, jogging to catch up with Yami, "You go to school, I'll stay home and watch the TV conveniently located in my room seeing as how Bakura broke our other one."
"I don't deny it."
"No, scribe, you're coming with me."
"Aww!" Cami whined, "But doesn't almost getting killed count as a 'day off of school free' pass?"
"No."
"AWW!"
"Really, Pharaoh, this is the lowest decision you and your big head have ever made." I told him, also needing to catch up because Yami wasn't slowing down.
"Haven't you learned by now I don't care about your opinion, Tomb Robber?" He said, a tone of annoyance growing in his voice.
~*~
Somehow, the Pharaoh managed to get us all to school. Mud, and all. And somehow else, he managed Cami to enter the building in a skirt. Again, I felt that urge to kill him.
One day I'll do it, I know I will.
"NOOO!" Cami sobbed, "THERE ALL GONNA LAUGH AT MEEEHEHE!"
"Come on Cami!" Yami said, dragging him by the feet across the floor, "We're almost there!"
Cami let out a high pitched scream, that I'm sure all classes noticed right away. I smirked at Yami's look of distress, and for the first time, found Cami's temper tantrums useful. Cami dug his nails into the floor and started to claw at the ground when nothing happened.
"YOU'RE NOT BEING NICE!" He yelled, trying to kick, but failing.
"I know I'm not." Yami said, nearing the door to our class, "But that's just life for you."
+ CHIBI MOMENT +
[A/N: Note that all CHIBI MOMENTS were found on a fic I read and I thought they made sense so I'm using them here. Chibi moments are usually when the characters use chibi like expressions, chibi like actions, or chibi like body language. You can sort of picture it! ^^ Most of the CMs are in my own likeness, so if I say something looked 'cute' that doesn't mean Bakura thought that. It's because I wrote that.]
Yami kept walking foreword until he had stopped in mid step, leg hovering in the air. He had the whole, 'huh?' anime expression on his face and then looked behind him and saw Cami clinging on for dear life on a water fountain. Yami gets the little + thing on his head and continues to pull, while Cami is screaming at him to let him free. Finally, Yami gives a last hard pull, and all three of them (even Bakura, who was standing in front of Yami) get slung back into the wall like a sling shot. All of them pile up against the wall and get those cute swirly eye things.
[A/N: I AM SORRY, but I can picture a chibi Bakura with swirly eyes and it is CUTE! *squeal* In case anyone wants to draw a picture of it... (hint hint) ]
"Are you Bakura, Motou, and Whatshername?"
All anime chibi's look up from their pile with BIG eyes that are kind of smashed, (being on top of each other) and nod.
+ END CHIBI MOMENT +
The woman who had been standing there with a very UN-chibi like stern expression on her face tapped her foot and started to walk in another direction.
"Come with me." She said in a bored sort of way, "Mrs. Falcone wants to have a word with you."
"Don't worry." Cami whispered to us, "It's only a word. What bad things could she possibly say in one word?"
[A/N: Sweat drop and -_- eyes on all of them. ^^]
When the woman finally brought us to the office of Mrs. Falcone, she told us to sit in the three chairs in front of the desk and keep quiet until you are spoken too. I had to hold back a scoff of frustration, and only nodded with a smile. We opened the door, and did what we were told.
There at the office table, sat who I assumed was Mrs. Falcone. Ryou had told me stories about her, and how her duties as the principal usually went down in flames a few weeks after they started. I already decided I didn't like her when I noticed the bottle of nail polish sitting on her desk.
"So." She said, "I have been told you boys came in tardy today, am I correct?"
"Hai." We all said in unison.
"We are very sorry." I added, "An emergency came up and-"
"Somebody tried to kill us." Cami said with a solemn nod of the head.
Both Yami and I glared again at Cami for ruining our perfect excuse. Now it made it seem even more like we were lying! Mrs. Falcone gave us a 'look' and started to file her nails.
"Now, I have also been informed that you have been missing your extracurricular activities classes."
"Our what?" Yami said, "I didn't think we had any other classes."
"Well of course you do!" Mrs. Falcone said, taking out a piece of paper and reading it, "Caitlin Whatshername, you had been assigned art classes."
Cami's eyes got wide, but he said nothing. Although, I could have sworn I saw him mouth, 'I hate school'.
"Yugi Motou, you were signed up for track."
The Pharaoh went a little pale, but he acted like this was neither news, nor anything terrible. I shivered at the very thought of my activity. Ryou was a pantywaist, he probably signed up for knitting or something stupid like that. Then again, it would be cool to have Jujitsu... [1]
"And Ryou Bakura, you were in Jujitsu a little while back-"
YES! MY LUCK! HAHA PHARAOH AND SCRIBE! I RULE! I WIN! YOU LOOSE! I'M THE WINNER AND YOU LOOSE BY A MILE! WHAT LUCK!
"-but unfortunately, that class ran out of space a while back and we had to reassign you into Home Ec."
I couldn't help myself. I slammed my fist on the desk in front of me and stood up. "THIS IS OUTRAGOUS!"
"Mr. Bakura!" Mrs. Falcone exclaimed.
Yami coughed, and I felt my eye twitch as I slowly sat back down and put my hands back into my lap, never taking my eyes off him. Oh he would pay. He would pay dearly for this one.
"Before you leave." Mrs. Falcone said, glancing at me before continuing, "I have received one other, interesting bit of news. Your teachers have not yet been able to grade most of your papers because they say you have been writing in, hieroglyphics. Is this true?"
We nodded, and Mrs. Falcone looked shocked.
"But how? None of you have *really* been all that great at history before, how did you-"
"It's a gift!" Cami said happily, "We've been working on it, does this mean that we get to go home scott free or however that is said?"
"No." Mrs. Falcone answered slowly, still in awe of our, abilities, "It means you will have to redo those papers in the next three days at home so your teachers can grade them. I will also be assigning you extra volunteer acts to make up for the time in school you have lost, and will get back to you as soon as possible."
"Thank you Mrs. Falcone person!" Cami said, grabbing the Pharaoh and I by the backs of our shirts and lifting us into the air, "We'll see you soon but we're very busy actually, thanks for the talking to we'll get right on it buh-bye!"
He rushed us out of the room before Mrs. Falcone could object, and closed the door with a slam. Once outside, he dropped his 'thank you' act and muttered obscenities as fast as he could. I smirked, a strange pride raising in my mind that told me I could say more and faster.
"I don't believe her." He said, "Art. ART! Thoth [2] why art! I couldn't draw a circle to save my life!"
"You got it easier then I did." Yami said, "If track is what I assume it to be, I might have some problems. I don't...like to run."
I didn't even dare speak of my own misfortunes. I was afraid I'd go crazy with anger and never be able to take a class again. I just nodded and kept my thought to myself. The stern woman that showed us where to go nodded at us from her desk as we left the room and made our way into the hallway.
"Just a thought," Cami said suddenly, "How are we going to explain where we were to Tea, Joey, and Tristen?"
The Pharaoh stopped walking whacked his forehead, murmuring his own obscenities.
"What's the matter?" Cami asked innocently.
"I *knew* I was forgetting something." Yami said, "Tristen is still with that fake Tea and Joey. I have no idea where they could be, or what they could do to them. How could I forget about Tristen!"
Cami shrugged, "He's not that hard to forget about."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Calm down Pharaoh," I said, "You're forgetting I still have their mirror with me. I doubt we have much to worry about, and besides,"
I smirked as the ring around my neck unintentionally started to glow, "He wouldn't be that much of a loss if worse came to worse. Think of it as a sacrifice."
Yami glared daggers at me while growling a, 'that's enough!'. I couldn't help how I felt. I hated the little brat. Ever since Duelist Kingdom when he ruined my chances of earning that kid Mokuba's soulless body. He threw my ring out the window and completely destroyed my plan. And for that, I hate him.
"We can go rescue him!" Cami chirped up, "We'll just leave now and go rescue him without going into school!"
"No, scribe." Yami said, getting deeper and deeper into a very bad mood, "I've told you already, we have to work on our studies."
Cami whimpered, but sighed and nodded sadly. "You need to get a life Yami."
"I did have a life." Yami answered, "Five thousand years later, and I still have a life."
"Yeah well, you got gypped in the 'having a life' scale."
"Excuse me, but who was Scribe and who was Pharaoh."
"Tell me something, Yami, how do you fit through doors with that big head of yours?"
"It came with the package of being a Pharaoh."
"You forgot fool."
"Bakura, who invited you into this conversation?"
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[1] I think I know what that is, ^^; If I got it wrong, I apologize in advance.
[2] Thoth is the Egyptian patron god of scribes and writing in general.
Retaw- I'm sorry peoples! I didn't have time to think of a formal ending, so I just left it off where they are walking to class ok? I hope it turned out Ok, and if anything gets cheesy or too OOC, just tell me and I'll fix it!
Anywho, hoped you enjoyed it anyway. And yes, Tristen is at school, the Yami's just don't know that. And yes, I'll be updating next Sunday a little earlier.
Quick Note- UGH! WHAT WAS I THINKING! IT TOOK ME OVER A WEEK TO MAKE THIS CHAPTER SATISFACTORY! WHY OH WHY DID I MAKE TRISTEN BE THE ONLY ONE IN THE LOCATION PLACE! WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THAT!?
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oh well, it's fixed now. ^^ But this was the second chapter that took me, what, FIVE TRIES to get right.