MilleniumGirl: Hey people! I'm writing another fanfic, and I'm not sure why because no one reviews my other stories…. *cough* ^^Anyway! I was reeeeeaaaaallllyyyy bored when I thought up the topic for this one, just so you know.
Bakura: *eager face*
MG: Um… oh yeah… *mumbling* Just hurry up and do the disclaimer already.
Bakura: MilleniumGirl does not own Yu-gi-oh and is not claiming to own Yu-gi-oh! You know, I just figured out where they came up with the word 'disclaimer'. See, 'dis' is obviously used to mean apart, away from, deprived of, expelled from, caused to be the opposite of, failed, ceased, or refused to, do the opposite of…
MG: -_-U *thinking* Maybe if I let him talk, he'll be all talked out…
Bakura: …and 'claimer' is referring to 'claim', which means to call for, require, deserve, to demand or ask for as rightfully belonging or due to one, a statement as a fact of something that may be called into question… *continues on*
MG: 0_o; SOMEBODY MAKE HIM STOOOOOP!!!!!
Yami Bakura: *comes over and starts dragging his hikari away*
MG: Thank you thank you thank you! I owe you one!
Yakura: I expect a check made out to me for $200 on my desk by tomorrow. *flings Ryou over his shoulder and walks away*
MG:…
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It's another day at Domino High School. Another day means another stack of homework. For some, it's another day of social time. For others, it's a living hell. And then there's students who wake each morning to greet the new day and the fun educating education they'll be getting from their underpaid coffee-deprived teachers.
An example of this type of student is Yugi Moto. Yugi is your average A+ student, with the exception that his head comes to most people's waists. He has a fun little house with a game shop in the basement, but it's hardly a distraction from his schoolwork! In fact, the only thing that could distract such a serious tyro like Yugi is an occasional reverie— and a stupid friend.
I'll explain. Yugi, being on top of the ball, had some free time, and went to ask the teacher if he could clap erasers.
" Mrs. Grocher? I finished my homework… so you think I could clap some era…"
he began.
" Good lord, Yugi, you've already clapped them a couple times today… why don't you go read or something?" Mrs. Grocher responded, adjusting her glasses.
" Um, I don't have a book…" he said, looking around.
" Hikari, you can borrow mine! I finished it," Yami, Yugi's… well… yami, said, holding up a book.
Yugi looked relieved. " Thanks," he said, taking the book, but when he opened it, he let out a little sigh.
Yami slapped his forehead. " Ack, sorry, I forgot it was in Egyptian…" He took it back and opened it to a page. Yugi couldn't tell whether it was right side up or not.
Yugi started to head back to his seat, but Mrs. Grocher called him back up to her desk again.
"Yugi, I was wondering… do you think you could do me a favor?" she said, stacking some papers in a corner on her desk.
Yugi quivered with excitement. " Yeah!"
" Well, there's this student… his grades are absolutely dismal. I was wondering if you and him could sit down together, you know, and you could be like a tutor," she said.
Yugi looked interested. He nodded for her to keep going.
" The student is… MR. WHEELER, PLEASE STOP POKING HOLES IN THE LINOLEUM… I'm sorry, where was I? Oh yes, the student I want you to tutor is Tristan Taylor."
Yugi felt a tug somewhere down in the pit of his stomach. His friend? How could he possibly humiliate his friend by tutoring him? He had never really thought Tristan was in need of it, either… Yugi just hoped for Tristan's sake that no one would find out about this.
Yugi should have hoped a little more fervently.
Seto Kaiba, the successful, rich, popular, stylish, intelligent Lord of all things Duel Monsters, had happened to overhear. He had a cocky little smile on his face as Yugi walked by his desk.
" Yugi," he said in a low voice. "I heard about you tutoring your friend, that simian with the ephemeral brain…"
" Listen, Kaiba, I don't know what efermeral or whatever you just said means, but you shouldn't say that about Tristan!" Yugi said defensively.
" Say what about Tristan?" Ryou Bakura said, leaning into the conversation.
" Um, nothing…" Yugi began, but Kaiba cut him off.
" I'll save you the epexegesis- Tristan is being tutored by Yugi," he said smugly.
" No way!" Bakura said, his eyes widening. " Well, maybe Yugi can bring out some of Tristan's latent knowledge… he has been getting execrable grades lately…"
Bakura's yami popped up over his shoulder. " Does execrable mean bad…?"
Bakura ignored him and continued. " Well, at least Tristan's your persona grata, Yugi," he said with a laugh.
Everyone but Kaiba looked confused.
Now Duke Devlin had joined the swelling crowd of gossips. " Does he know?"
" Well, I hope so… listen, I didn't want to make a big deal out of this…" Yugi said quietly.
" TRISTAN!" Yakura called across the room.
" Oh Lord no, Yami…" Bakura said, slapping a hand over Yakura's mouth. " Don't ask him…"
" What, Ryou, I just wanted to ask him if he wanted a perdition," Yakura joked, sitting on his chair backwards. Tristan walked over to the group, looking confused.
" Now you've done it," Yugi said through gritted teeth.
To Yugi's luck, Mrs. Grocher interrupted before Tristan could ask what was going on.
" Children, children, please settle down! Back in your seats right now, everyone," she said, waving her arms around frantically. Class continued as usual— some students wishing they were out of this run-of-the-mill high school, others daydreaming; students wishing they were watching TV, students wishing they were on TV, students wishing they were with their families, students wishing they were dueling, and students wishing they were ruling the world.
And one student wishing he didn't have to tutor his friend…
Yugi sighed as he walked over to Tristan at the end of the day. This was either going to go really well, or really bad. Or execrable.
Yugi shook his head furiously. He's starting to think like Bakura.
Tristan was sitting at his desk, beating a couple of pens like drums against the back of Joey's chair. Whenever Joey would whip around, Tristan would hide the pens under his desk and put an innocent look on his face. Yugi watched them for a bit, then approached Tristan.
" Um… Tristan? Can I talk to you about something? Over here?" Yugi said quietly, pointing to an empty corner of the room. Most of the students had begun to file out now that school was over, so Joey didn't hang around much longer. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and said goodbye, glaring at Kaiba before he exited the room. Yugi finally had noticed Kaiba, who was drifting around the edges of the classroom, and had an air about him that made Yugi a little angry. Yugi told Tristan to wait a sec, and stormed over to Kaiba with his hands balled up in fists.
" Kaiba, I would really appreciate it if you could go home…" Yugi said with forced patience. Kaiba turned his head slightly to acknowledge Yugi's presence.
" Oh, Yugi…" he said casually, turning back around. " It's you. Why are you still here? Oh, yes, that's right…" He lowered his voice to a purr that made the hair on the back of Yugi's neck stand up straight. " You have to tutor the monkey… hope it all goes over well…"
" Kaiba!" Yugi yelled, trying to stare Kaiba down, but he failed for many different reasons, one being that he was almost two feet shorter. " I told you not to talk about my friends like that!"
" Friends?" Kaiba scoffed. He turned to glare at Tristan, who was poking holes in the back of Joey's chair with his pencil. The pencil broke, and Tristan looked confused. "You mean he's an actual person, then?"
Yugi was so furious he couldn't even retaliate. " Yes, they are normal human beings, you mean jerk! Just like me, and you, and Mrs. Grocher, and Mokuba…"
Yugi had touched a nerve with that last name. Kaiba straightened up and put on a very fierce hawk-like look, staring down his nose at Yugi.
" I'd better be going— I would love to stay and watch you attempt to teach that oaf, but I need to go pick up Mokuba. There are more important things in life than watching moronic teenagers struggle with schoolwork," he said, as crisp and as curt as the broken potato chip at Yugi's feet.
"Just because you're so smart doesn't mean everyone is," Yugi yelled after him as Kaiba glided out the door, his coat billowing behind him. Yugi then looked to Tristan, who was sitting in his chair, watching Kaiba walk out.
" What was that all about?" he said, leaning back. " Yugi, what did you want to tell me?"
" Well… I kept you here so late because I need to tell you something," Yugi said, wringing his hands.
" O.K., then, go ahead," Tristan said impatiently.
" Um… you see, I was talking to Mrs. Grocher… and… um… she said, um… she said that you should… I mean I should…" Yugi said nervously.
" Oh, wait! Are you my tutor? Sweet! Better then Kaiba or somebody," Tristan said happily.
" You mean you already knew you were getting a tutor?" Yugi said in an exasperated voice.
" Yep. Mrs. Grocher told me about a week ago."
" Oh."
" So, anyway, I should probably tell you why my grades are so bad…"
" Uh, that really doesn't matter, Tristan…"
" No, I must tell you. It's because of Serenity!"
Yugi stopped. " Because… because of Serenity…?"
" Yep. I've been so caught up in making sure Serenity gets what she needs that I haven't had much time for schoolwork!" Tristan said dreamily.
Yugi looked dumbfounded. Then he shook his head.
" Tristan, let's pretend Serenity didn't need your help. You might be able to work better."
" Oh, but she does! Just yesterday I took her out for ice cream. If I hadn't done that, she might have dehydrated!" Tristan declared.
Yugi sighed. " Tristan, let's just start doing some work." Yugi thought about what a teacher would have Tristan do. " O.K., let's start with this."
Yugi walked over to Mrs. Grocher's desk and pulled a green and yellow Laser Surgery pen out of a coffee cup. He put that on Tristan's desk. Then he pulled a few sheets of paper out of his binder and put that on the desk too.
" O.K., Tristan, here's what we're going to do. I want you to write an essay, or a poem, or whatever else, and it can be on anything you want," Yugi said cheerfully.
" Can I write about S…"
" No, you cannot write it about Serenity. Pick something else that interests you," Yugi sighed.
"Oh. All right then," Tristan said, a little disappointed, but he continued anyway.
While Tristan wrote, Yugi walked around the classroom and looked around, stopping at the windowsill. This windowsill was the Graffiti Land of the classroom. Almost everyone had something to say on the windowsill— some examples, carved in or written with a pen, are "The Pharaoh will die bleeding at my hand," " Friendship Rulz!" and " Kaiba bashers shall be sued." Yugi began to think about Kaiba and how he could be so cold and malicious to many, but so warm and affectionate to… well… Mokuba.
Tristan brought him out of his reverie.
" Yugi, I mean, Mr. Moto," he joked, " I finished."
Yugi looked a little surprised. " Already?"
" Yep! And I think you'll find it very good. I put in a lot of detail and remembered what Mrs. Grocher had told us about format. I even did a little revising," Tristan said happily, trying to look very professional. Yugi smiled and took the paper.
He didn't know what he had expected, but he hadn't expected this…
Stuff I see and think about in my bathroom
By Tristan Taylor
I was standing in my bathroom yesterday.
Their was a mirror and a toilet like in a normal bathroom. Because I have a normal bathroom
And then I looked at a can of that sprayey stuff that smells like flowers, and it made me sad and I don't now why.
The toilet paper had a tear in it that looked like Michigan If toothbrushes could breakdance, my toothbrush would not be breakdancing
I would like to dedikait this thingy to Serenity Wheeler, the love of my life
The end
"Um…" was all Yugi managed to say. This was going to take a lot of time.
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Come back later to check out the second chapter, where a few more people get dragged into tutor mania, and Mrs. Grocher decides to assign a prehistoric preschool project— Show & Tell.
Bakura: *eager face*
MG: Um… oh yeah… *mumbling* Just hurry up and do the disclaimer already.
Bakura: MilleniumGirl does not own Yu-gi-oh and is not claiming to own Yu-gi-oh! You know, I just figured out where they came up with the word 'disclaimer'. See, 'dis' is obviously used to mean apart, away from, deprived of, expelled from, caused to be the opposite of, failed, ceased, or refused to, do the opposite of…
MG: -_-U *thinking* Maybe if I let him talk, he'll be all talked out…
Bakura: …and 'claimer' is referring to 'claim', which means to call for, require, deserve, to demand or ask for as rightfully belonging or due to one, a statement as a fact of something that may be called into question… *continues on*
MG: 0_o; SOMEBODY MAKE HIM STOOOOOP!!!!!
Yami Bakura: *comes over and starts dragging his hikari away*
MG: Thank you thank you thank you! I owe you one!
Yakura: I expect a check made out to me for $200 on my desk by tomorrow. *flings Ryou over his shoulder and walks away*
MG:…
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It's another day at Domino High School. Another day means another stack of homework. For some, it's another day of social time. For others, it's a living hell. And then there's students who wake each morning to greet the new day and the fun educating education they'll be getting from their underpaid coffee-deprived teachers.
An example of this type of student is Yugi Moto. Yugi is your average A+ student, with the exception that his head comes to most people's waists. He has a fun little house with a game shop in the basement, but it's hardly a distraction from his schoolwork! In fact, the only thing that could distract such a serious tyro like Yugi is an occasional reverie— and a stupid friend.
I'll explain. Yugi, being on top of the ball, had some free time, and went to ask the teacher if he could clap erasers.
" Mrs. Grocher? I finished my homework… so you think I could clap some era…"
he began.
" Good lord, Yugi, you've already clapped them a couple times today… why don't you go read or something?" Mrs. Grocher responded, adjusting her glasses.
" Um, I don't have a book…" he said, looking around.
" Hikari, you can borrow mine! I finished it," Yami, Yugi's… well… yami, said, holding up a book.
Yugi looked relieved. " Thanks," he said, taking the book, but when he opened it, he let out a little sigh.
Yami slapped his forehead. " Ack, sorry, I forgot it was in Egyptian…" He took it back and opened it to a page. Yugi couldn't tell whether it was right side up or not.
Yugi started to head back to his seat, but Mrs. Grocher called him back up to her desk again.
"Yugi, I was wondering… do you think you could do me a favor?" she said, stacking some papers in a corner on her desk.
Yugi quivered with excitement. " Yeah!"
" Well, there's this student… his grades are absolutely dismal. I was wondering if you and him could sit down together, you know, and you could be like a tutor," she said.
Yugi looked interested. He nodded for her to keep going.
" The student is… MR. WHEELER, PLEASE STOP POKING HOLES IN THE LINOLEUM… I'm sorry, where was I? Oh yes, the student I want you to tutor is Tristan Taylor."
Yugi felt a tug somewhere down in the pit of his stomach. His friend? How could he possibly humiliate his friend by tutoring him? He had never really thought Tristan was in need of it, either… Yugi just hoped for Tristan's sake that no one would find out about this.
Yugi should have hoped a little more fervently.
Seto Kaiba, the successful, rich, popular, stylish, intelligent Lord of all things Duel Monsters, had happened to overhear. He had a cocky little smile on his face as Yugi walked by his desk.
" Yugi," he said in a low voice. "I heard about you tutoring your friend, that simian with the ephemeral brain…"
" Listen, Kaiba, I don't know what efermeral or whatever you just said means, but you shouldn't say that about Tristan!" Yugi said defensively.
" Say what about Tristan?" Ryou Bakura said, leaning into the conversation.
" Um, nothing…" Yugi began, but Kaiba cut him off.
" I'll save you the epexegesis- Tristan is being tutored by Yugi," he said smugly.
" No way!" Bakura said, his eyes widening. " Well, maybe Yugi can bring out some of Tristan's latent knowledge… he has been getting execrable grades lately…"
Bakura's yami popped up over his shoulder. " Does execrable mean bad…?"
Bakura ignored him and continued. " Well, at least Tristan's your persona grata, Yugi," he said with a laugh.
Everyone but Kaiba looked confused.
Now Duke Devlin had joined the swelling crowd of gossips. " Does he know?"
" Well, I hope so… listen, I didn't want to make a big deal out of this…" Yugi said quietly.
" TRISTAN!" Yakura called across the room.
" Oh Lord no, Yami…" Bakura said, slapping a hand over Yakura's mouth. " Don't ask him…"
" What, Ryou, I just wanted to ask him if he wanted a perdition," Yakura joked, sitting on his chair backwards. Tristan walked over to the group, looking confused.
" Now you've done it," Yugi said through gritted teeth.
To Yugi's luck, Mrs. Grocher interrupted before Tristan could ask what was going on.
" Children, children, please settle down! Back in your seats right now, everyone," she said, waving her arms around frantically. Class continued as usual— some students wishing they were out of this run-of-the-mill high school, others daydreaming; students wishing they were watching TV, students wishing they were on TV, students wishing they were with their families, students wishing they were dueling, and students wishing they were ruling the world.
And one student wishing he didn't have to tutor his friend…
Yugi sighed as he walked over to Tristan at the end of the day. This was either going to go really well, or really bad. Or execrable.
Yugi shook his head furiously. He's starting to think like Bakura.
Tristan was sitting at his desk, beating a couple of pens like drums against the back of Joey's chair. Whenever Joey would whip around, Tristan would hide the pens under his desk and put an innocent look on his face. Yugi watched them for a bit, then approached Tristan.
" Um… Tristan? Can I talk to you about something? Over here?" Yugi said quietly, pointing to an empty corner of the room. Most of the students had begun to file out now that school was over, so Joey didn't hang around much longer. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and said goodbye, glaring at Kaiba before he exited the room. Yugi finally had noticed Kaiba, who was drifting around the edges of the classroom, and had an air about him that made Yugi a little angry. Yugi told Tristan to wait a sec, and stormed over to Kaiba with his hands balled up in fists.
" Kaiba, I would really appreciate it if you could go home…" Yugi said with forced patience. Kaiba turned his head slightly to acknowledge Yugi's presence.
" Oh, Yugi…" he said casually, turning back around. " It's you. Why are you still here? Oh, yes, that's right…" He lowered his voice to a purr that made the hair on the back of Yugi's neck stand up straight. " You have to tutor the monkey… hope it all goes over well…"
" Kaiba!" Yugi yelled, trying to stare Kaiba down, but he failed for many different reasons, one being that he was almost two feet shorter. " I told you not to talk about my friends like that!"
" Friends?" Kaiba scoffed. He turned to glare at Tristan, who was poking holes in the back of Joey's chair with his pencil. The pencil broke, and Tristan looked confused. "You mean he's an actual person, then?"
Yugi was so furious he couldn't even retaliate. " Yes, they are normal human beings, you mean jerk! Just like me, and you, and Mrs. Grocher, and Mokuba…"
Yugi had touched a nerve with that last name. Kaiba straightened up and put on a very fierce hawk-like look, staring down his nose at Yugi.
" I'd better be going— I would love to stay and watch you attempt to teach that oaf, but I need to go pick up Mokuba. There are more important things in life than watching moronic teenagers struggle with schoolwork," he said, as crisp and as curt as the broken potato chip at Yugi's feet.
"Just because you're so smart doesn't mean everyone is," Yugi yelled after him as Kaiba glided out the door, his coat billowing behind him. Yugi then looked to Tristan, who was sitting in his chair, watching Kaiba walk out.
" What was that all about?" he said, leaning back. " Yugi, what did you want to tell me?"
" Well… I kept you here so late because I need to tell you something," Yugi said, wringing his hands.
" O.K., then, go ahead," Tristan said impatiently.
" Um… you see, I was talking to Mrs. Grocher… and… um… she said, um… she said that you should… I mean I should…" Yugi said nervously.
" Oh, wait! Are you my tutor? Sweet! Better then Kaiba or somebody," Tristan said happily.
" You mean you already knew you were getting a tutor?" Yugi said in an exasperated voice.
" Yep. Mrs. Grocher told me about a week ago."
" Oh."
" So, anyway, I should probably tell you why my grades are so bad…"
" Uh, that really doesn't matter, Tristan…"
" No, I must tell you. It's because of Serenity!"
Yugi stopped. " Because… because of Serenity…?"
" Yep. I've been so caught up in making sure Serenity gets what she needs that I haven't had much time for schoolwork!" Tristan said dreamily.
Yugi looked dumbfounded. Then he shook his head.
" Tristan, let's pretend Serenity didn't need your help. You might be able to work better."
" Oh, but she does! Just yesterday I took her out for ice cream. If I hadn't done that, she might have dehydrated!" Tristan declared.
Yugi sighed. " Tristan, let's just start doing some work." Yugi thought about what a teacher would have Tristan do. " O.K., let's start with this."
Yugi walked over to Mrs. Grocher's desk and pulled a green and yellow Laser Surgery pen out of a coffee cup. He put that on Tristan's desk. Then he pulled a few sheets of paper out of his binder and put that on the desk too.
" O.K., Tristan, here's what we're going to do. I want you to write an essay, or a poem, or whatever else, and it can be on anything you want," Yugi said cheerfully.
" Can I write about S…"
" No, you cannot write it about Serenity. Pick something else that interests you," Yugi sighed.
"Oh. All right then," Tristan said, a little disappointed, but he continued anyway.
While Tristan wrote, Yugi walked around the classroom and looked around, stopping at the windowsill. This windowsill was the Graffiti Land of the classroom. Almost everyone had something to say on the windowsill— some examples, carved in or written with a pen, are "The Pharaoh will die bleeding at my hand," " Friendship Rulz!" and " Kaiba bashers shall be sued." Yugi began to think about Kaiba and how he could be so cold and malicious to many, but so warm and affectionate to… well… Mokuba.
Tristan brought him out of his reverie.
" Yugi, I mean, Mr. Moto," he joked, " I finished."
Yugi looked a little surprised. " Already?"
" Yep! And I think you'll find it very good. I put in a lot of detail and remembered what Mrs. Grocher had told us about format. I even did a little revising," Tristan said happily, trying to look very professional. Yugi smiled and took the paper.
He didn't know what he had expected, but he hadn't expected this…
Stuff I see and think about in my bathroom
By Tristan Taylor
I was standing in my bathroom yesterday.
Their was a mirror and a toilet like in a normal bathroom. Because I have a normal bathroom
And then I looked at a can of that sprayey stuff that smells like flowers, and it made me sad and I don't now why.
The toilet paper had a tear in it that looked like Michigan If toothbrushes could breakdance, my toothbrush would not be breakdancing
I would like to dedikait this thingy to Serenity Wheeler, the love of my life
The end
"Um…" was all Yugi managed to say. This was going to take a lot of time.
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Come back later to check out the second chapter, where a few more people get dragged into tutor mania, and Mrs. Grocher decides to assign a prehistoric preschool project— Show & Tell.