Hi again readers! Sorry for the delay, but I was suffering from writer's
block... hope this chapter meets your expectations!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, merely this and my other stories.
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Kaiba gazed at the map once more; then at his surroundings. Rm.101... he thought. That should be right here... he looked up, finding himself face to face with Rm.101. He opened the door and found himself looking at 32 restless students and a very grumpy-looking teacher.
"Well, well, well, Mr. Mokuba. Glad you could join us. Hurry up and get to your seat, we have work to do." The teacher said, seemingly exasperated.
Kaiba went up to the teacher and handed her the excused tardy slip.
"I believe I was to hand this to you?" He said quizzically- the teacher hadn't said anything about it.
"Right, thank you Mr. Mokuba, now, get to your seat." Kaiba looked around the classroom.
Towards the center, there was an empty seat- the only empty seat, presumably his. He walked to it and sat as the teacher began to talk.
"Now, students, I believe yesterday we started discussing linear relationships?"
Kaiba sighed; unconcerned- this stuff was stupidly easy; At least for him, anyway.
He sighed. He had learned this stuff when he was 5, or perhaps 6. But no matter, he was trying to look like Mokuba. He placed his hands on his lap and tried to look interested. A bad move on his part, because no one else was.
Nearly half the class was asleep, or secretly playing games on their graphing calculator behind the desk. The teacher remained oblivious to this, or simply didn't care, she just droned on about those linear equations. Until that "nearly half the class" became the whole class with the exception of Kaiba, who with much difficulty, was still trying to look interested. The room was oddly silent, with the exception of the teacher droning on.
Suddenly, a ringing noise pierced the anomalous taciturnity. Kaiba's hand immediately fell on his vest. He gingerly took out his cell phone, flipped it open, and stared at the screen as if to be viewing the caller ID.
The teacher stared at him evilly. "And just what do you think you are doing?"
Kaiba looked at her as though she had just asked the most odd question.
"It's for me. Official business. I have to take it." He said quickly, as he began to greet the person on the other line. "Kaiba" he began gruffly.
The teacher just stared at him; no one else had dared disobey her in this way. "Mr. Mokuba!" She exclaimed, enraged.
Kaiba looked at her irritably. "One moment." He said on the phone and swiftly placed it on the desk. "Listen," Kaiba he told the teacher curtly. "I have a company to run, issues to solve, and I do NOT have time for overly-grumpy teachers to give me lectures. Do you understand?" Kaiba eyed her cantankerously.
The teacher just gawked, her mouth open. No one had ever acted so arrogant with her before, and she didn't know how to handle it. Seeing that her teacher was in awe, Kaiba took the opportunity to return to his phone-call.
"I'm back, what did you want to say?" The man on the line was utterly perplexed. This man sounded like Mokuba! But he was acting like Kaiba! Not to mention he had Kaiba's cell-phone.
He decided to ask about the matter.
"Umm Mr. Mokuba? Why do you have Mr. Kaiba's cell-phone?" Kaiba could have kicked himself. He completely forgot the fact that he was in Mokuba's body. I had better think of an excuse fast!
"I'm taking over of my brother's business for today." He said tersely, with so much authority, that the employee on the other line didn't feel the need to question.
"Alright then, actually stock prices have plummeted, is there anything you wish me to do?"
Kaiba glimpsed around the classroom again, at the sleeping students and the ones playing on their graphing calculators.
"Yes. Buy stocks in graphing calculators; The Texas-Instruments Company. Got that?"
Consummately bewildered, the employee just agreed. "Yes sir, very well."
Kaiba interrupted "Good. Now good-bye" he hung up abruptly.
The teacher seemed to have now regained her senses.
"Detention!" she exclaimed vehemently, looking iniquitously at Kaiba.
Kaiba countered her glare defiantly.
"What, exactly, have I done wrong?" He said smugly, wanting to see the teacher's reaction.
The teacher began to glow bright red, breathing deeply now.
After one last large inhale, she began. "You, you little conniving dogmatist have broken a number of my rules."
Kaiba asked audaciously "And how many rules have I broken, exactly?"
The teacher, fuming, uttered a string of curse words that caused all the sleeping and graphing-calculator playing kids to look up, consternated at the fact that their strict, boring teacher had words such as those in her vocabulary, and decided to use it.
Kaiba smirked. "Well, how unprofessional is that? Uttering such words in a children's classroom? I'd say your insubordinate behavior is bad enough to get you fired, wouldn't you?"
The teacher turned pale-white, the thought of being fired unnerved her, especially because of one punk kid.
"I-I Uh I" She stammered, causing Kaiba's smirk to grow wider.
"Well, looks like you're at a loss for words." He said smugly.
The teacher just remained silent, then, after a moment, smiled wildly.
"Detention, Mr. Mokuba, and might I remind you that I have the authority to get you expelled?"
Kaiba was dumbfounded.
Perhaps the teacher was bluffing, or perhaps he should still go complain to the higher authorities, but he couldn't risk getting Mokuba expelled, and it was doubtful that the principal would believe him over a teacher.
Reluctantly, Kaiba walked up to receive the detention slip from his teacher...
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, merely this and my other stories.
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Kaiba gazed at the map once more; then at his surroundings. Rm.101... he thought. That should be right here... he looked up, finding himself face to face with Rm.101. He opened the door and found himself looking at 32 restless students and a very grumpy-looking teacher.
"Well, well, well, Mr. Mokuba. Glad you could join us. Hurry up and get to your seat, we have work to do." The teacher said, seemingly exasperated.
Kaiba went up to the teacher and handed her the excused tardy slip.
"I believe I was to hand this to you?" He said quizzically- the teacher hadn't said anything about it.
"Right, thank you Mr. Mokuba, now, get to your seat." Kaiba looked around the classroom.
Towards the center, there was an empty seat- the only empty seat, presumably his. He walked to it and sat as the teacher began to talk.
"Now, students, I believe yesterday we started discussing linear relationships?"
Kaiba sighed; unconcerned- this stuff was stupidly easy; At least for him, anyway.
He sighed. He had learned this stuff when he was 5, or perhaps 6. But no matter, he was trying to look like Mokuba. He placed his hands on his lap and tried to look interested. A bad move on his part, because no one else was.
Nearly half the class was asleep, or secretly playing games on their graphing calculator behind the desk. The teacher remained oblivious to this, or simply didn't care, she just droned on about those linear equations. Until that "nearly half the class" became the whole class with the exception of Kaiba, who with much difficulty, was still trying to look interested. The room was oddly silent, with the exception of the teacher droning on.
Suddenly, a ringing noise pierced the anomalous taciturnity. Kaiba's hand immediately fell on his vest. He gingerly took out his cell phone, flipped it open, and stared at the screen as if to be viewing the caller ID.
The teacher stared at him evilly. "And just what do you think you are doing?"
Kaiba looked at her as though she had just asked the most odd question.
"It's for me. Official business. I have to take it." He said quickly, as he began to greet the person on the other line. "Kaiba" he began gruffly.
The teacher just stared at him; no one else had dared disobey her in this way. "Mr. Mokuba!" She exclaimed, enraged.
Kaiba looked at her irritably. "One moment." He said on the phone and swiftly placed it on the desk. "Listen," Kaiba he told the teacher curtly. "I have a company to run, issues to solve, and I do NOT have time for overly-grumpy teachers to give me lectures. Do you understand?" Kaiba eyed her cantankerously.
The teacher just gawked, her mouth open. No one had ever acted so arrogant with her before, and she didn't know how to handle it. Seeing that her teacher was in awe, Kaiba took the opportunity to return to his phone-call.
"I'm back, what did you want to say?" The man on the line was utterly perplexed. This man sounded like Mokuba! But he was acting like Kaiba! Not to mention he had Kaiba's cell-phone.
He decided to ask about the matter.
"Umm Mr. Mokuba? Why do you have Mr. Kaiba's cell-phone?" Kaiba could have kicked himself. He completely forgot the fact that he was in Mokuba's body. I had better think of an excuse fast!
"I'm taking over of my brother's business for today." He said tersely, with so much authority, that the employee on the other line didn't feel the need to question.
"Alright then, actually stock prices have plummeted, is there anything you wish me to do?"
Kaiba glimpsed around the classroom again, at the sleeping students and the ones playing on their graphing calculators.
"Yes. Buy stocks in graphing calculators; The Texas-Instruments Company. Got that?"
Consummately bewildered, the employee just agreed. "Yes sir, very well."
Kaiba interrupted "Good. Now good-bye" he hung up abruptly.
The teacher seemed to have now regained her senses.
"Detention!" she exclaimed vehemently, looking iniquitously at Kaiba.
Kaiba countered her glare defiantly.
"What, exactly, have I done wrong?" He said smugly, wanting to see the teacher's reaction.
The teacher began to glow bright red, breathing deeply now.
After one last large inhale, she began. "You, you little conniving dogmatist have broken a number of my rules."
Kaiba asked audaciously "And how many rules have I broken, exactly?"
The teacher, fuming, uttered a string of curse words that caused all the sleeping and graphing-calculator playing kids to look up, consternated at the fact that their strict, boring teacher had words such as those in her vocabulary, and decided to use it.
Kaiba smirked. "Well, how unprofessional is that? Uttering such words in a children's classroom? I'd say your insubordinate behavior is bad enough to get you fired, wouldn't you?"
The teacher turned pale-white, the thought of being fired unnerved her, especially because of one punk kid.
"I-I Uh I" She stammered, causing Kaiba's smirk to grow wider.
"Well, looks like you're at a loss for words." He said smugly.
The teacher just remained silent, then, after a moment, smiled wildly.
"Detention, Mr. Mokuba, and might I remind you that I have the authority to get you expelled?"
Kaiba was dumbfounded.
Perhaps the teacher was bluffing, or perhaps he should still go complain to the higher authorities, but he couldn't risk getting Mokuba expelled, and it was doubtful that the principal would believe him over a teacher.
Reluctantly, Kaiba walked up to receive the detention slip from his teacher...