Rath- Hello.
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Rath- Too tired to introduce properly.
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Rath- Okay, well-
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Rath- Spelling, no interrupting.
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Rath- -_-()
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Rath- You can tell we're tired, right?
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Rath- Disclaimer.
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Rath- Like, today.
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-We no own Yu-gi-oh-
Ryou sat cross-legged in a rather uncomfortable chair in front of two men and a women.
'So, Mr. Bakura, we received a call from Cedric yesterday…' One of the men started to say, he was in his fifties with gray silver hair. He face was dark and set in a constant frown.
An ID hung from his chest pocket, Maso Kisho… Ryou noted.
'Oh, yes, about that, I'm sorry! I ran into some trouble and I-'
'Calm down, dear boy!' The woman exclaimed at Ryou's outburst. Ryou took notice of her nametag also, Haru Ren. She was about forty with dirty blond hair and slim glasses.
'He explained everything to us, now, this is the second trimester, so we just wanted to see what you were like and whom you would have as a host and etc. Not often do we receive new students of your aptitude. No one in the area seems to have the intelligence that is up to our expectations.' The other man noted, voice with a cold edge to it. Was he being sarcastic? Ryou thought to himself. Ryou nodded nervously, hoping he wasn't upsetting anyone. His hands fidgeted and he gripped his knuckles unconsciously.
'So, tell us about yourself, Ry-.'
'Ba-bakrua, please.' Ryou mumbled as he looked down. He gained an odd look from the woman, but the two men remained stoic, although Ryou though that he saw a grin flicker on the edges of Maso's mouth…
'Well, I, where do I start?'
'Anywhere, boy, tell us some of your interests and any curricular activities you do, that should suffice for now.'
'I, I like to study Ancient Egypt, Old and Middle Kingdom… History is an interesting subject in general… I like the American Civil War also… Reading is also a favorite pastime…'
'And…?' The man pressed onward. ' Any sports, background..?'
'Well, my father is British and my mother was Japanese.'
'Was?'
'She's dead now. Well, I don't do any sports, but I do play piano…' Maso lifted an eyebrow with the mention of his mother. There was a silence at Ryou's quick over pass of his mother. Haru broke the silence though.
'Fine then, Bakura. I'm sure Cedric will love to be your host.'
'Pardon?' Ryou frowned. How would Cedric react to yesterday's fiasco? Surely not well…
'Well, yes. He and his father are both very into history. Cedric himself loves Egypt and his father happens to be the history teacher.' Ryou swallowed. Why, why did this always happen to him? He forced a smile.
'Okay, thank you very much.' He made his voice choke out.
'Wonderful, we'll see you on Monday. He will meet you at your house, 7:00, don't be late.' '
…Monday morning…
'Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad…' Ryou kept saying to himself. He sat on his porch, rocking in the swing. Not only is Cedric his host, but, Bakura had said nothing to him the entire weekend. Ryou couldn't even feel his emotion through their link.
'Do you always talk to yourself?' A voice asked behind him. Ryou yelped and fell to the floor, staring at who had appeared behind him. Cedric stood there smiling at Ryou. His blond hair was wrapped in a red bandanna. He walked over and helped Ryou from the ground.
'I'm Cedric Craven, your host!' He held out a hand to shake. Ryou gave him a wary look. Why was he acting like this? He very much knew who Ryou was. What was wrong with Cedric?
'Pleasure.' Ryou shook the tanned hand briefly and gathered his briefcase from the swinging bench. He tried to ignore the odd moment and went on with Cedric to walk to school.
Rath-Short, I know, but we're tired.
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Rath- Next update will be longer, promise.
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Rath- Okay, ja ne.
Set- Yep. Later.