Hello! This is my first fanfic on fanfiction.net, so please be kind when reviewing, please? '''

Uhhh.... I don't have much to say, but... uh....

Disclaimer: I DON'T own YuGiOh. I wish I did. The one thing I DO own are Jet and The Vines CDS. I don't own the bands, but... They rock

:0 on with the show! ClowyCrow

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CHAPTER 1

Ugh. School. A bunch of useless projects, idiots, and unqualified teachers. I was stuck doing a project for them, a Reading Folder. God knows I'll probably half-ass the thing and hand in something fabulous.

Ah, yes - I'm Ryuuji Otogi. Most call me Otogi, my last name, but I don't mind. I'm the cool one that invented Dungeon Dice Monsters, then was beaten by the King of Games, Yuugi Motou. Ugh. Sucks to be me. I should have held a tournament like my idol, Pegasus. Whatever.

I sat there, weighing my options. I could a) keep working on this project, b) go downstairs to check on the store(I do it regularly) or c) Jesus Christ, be late for a birthday party.

Using the process of elimination, I pulled my ass in gear and ran to the mall. Skrew cars – I the mall wasn't far away. It would take me half an hour to park, anyways...

So I ran into HMV, a music store. Now, what did they like...

Then my train of thought was interrupted by someone bumping into me.

"Watch it, goth," said the pissed off, and rather creepy sounding voice of Yami Bakura. He was carrying KoRn's Take a Look in the Mirror. Poor Ryou. Probably would have to put up with the yelling and swearing for months. (A/N: I LOVE KoRn, I'm not dissing them, I just... needed to give Otogi a point of view uu''' Don't own KoRn D:) Shrugging it off, I looked at all the bands. Yargh, what to get a 5000 year old pharaoh, who may or may not have good taste in music!?

Oh. I got bumped into again. This time, by someone who was more polite.

"Sorry, Otogi. I need to catch up with 'Kura," Malik said. He jogged after Bakura.

Wait... wouldn't Malik know a bunch about Yami? He was raised to be Yami's tomb keeper, after all, wasn't he...?

"Hey, Malik! Wait!" I said, catching up with him. "Do you know what kind of music Yami likes?"

"He'd probably like Jet and The Vines. Linkin Park is a safe bet, they rock," Malik laughed. He ran after Bakura, who had set off the alarms. "Damnit, Bakura! You have to pay for that!" he yelled.

I shrugged, and bought the CDs. I looked at the clock - Holy Fuck – I was late!

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uu I know, kinda' ... REALLY short, but...I'm going to have better stuff in later chapters, I promise ;; Review if you're kind! V