Okay, I know. I didn't even come close to getting it out before my birthday. V.V I am sorry, no excuses from me. Feel free to hit me with rotting vegetables and fruits, or you could do what my friend does and hit me with watermelon-sized pieces of hail. But before you do that………READ THE CHAPTER YOU HAVE BEEN SO PATIENTLY WAITING FOR!!!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or Motrin.
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"'Ey!" Joey furiously yelled at the person, while Tea and Yami helped Yugi up. "Watch were yer goin' you moron!" At this, the person turned and faced him.
It was the one.
The only.
Seto Kaiba.
'Greeeeaaat.' Joey thought, sarcastically. 'Of all the people to knock Yugi down, why'd it hafta be him?!?!? I'm still not prepared for his teasin' about my cast! And I just called him a moron!' Joey groaned. But what Kaiba did next really surprised him. And everyone else around that knew of his violent verbal history between him and Joey.
Kaiba glared coldly towards Joey and just sat down in his seat!!! No slid remarks about Joey's cast. No teasing. No mocking. Nothing! He didn't even make a comment on how Joey just called him a moron. Boy, did Joey get spared or what?!?!?!?
"Oooookay…..Someone want to tell me what just happened?" Tristan asked with the same bewildered face as everyone else (minus Bakura). Even Yami Bakura was bewildered. He was so looking forward to a Kaiba vs. Joey fight, which he could every so often add a witty remark that would heat up the match even more until things got out of control. Yami Bakura really does need a life. Literally and figuratively.
Tristan's question was left unanswered because the teacher had stepped into the classroom at the moment. He ushered the students to get into their seats and prepared for roll call.
"Okay, you guys all know how this works." Mr. Savingsbond (1) said. "When I call your name, say 'here', or 'present', or even 'yo dawg, I'm in da house'. I don't really care just as long as you respond." Mr. Savingsbond, or Mr. S as most students referred him as, was the type of teacher that students really liked. He was fun to be around and really connected to his students. He was well liked by his co-workers. His personality really lit up any room he walked into. Yep, Mr. S is a really cool guy. There's only one problem; Mr. S has a really big temper.
"Ms. Alpha?"
"Here."
"Ms. Beavers?"
"Present."
"Mr. Cástriziniliphirá?" (2)
"Yo."
"Mr. Devlin?"
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"Mr. Devlin?"
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"Has anyone seen Mr. Devlin?" Duke's pep squad stood up.
"Poor Dukey suddenly got the chickenpox yesterday!" The one in the middle said.
"Right after school we're personally going over to make our Dukey feel better!" The one on the right exclaimed.
"Yeah!" The last one agreed. They all did their little 'Duke's the greatest' cheer and sat down.
------Meanwhile, at Duke's house------
Duke lay awake in his bed.
"I suddenly get the feeling that my afternoon has just gone down the drain. How could my day get any worse? I'M PINK FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" He shouted, glaring at his spots that were covered in pink calamine lotion.
"Dukey honey, who are you talking to?" called his mom.
"No one mom. Just myself."
"Dukey, I think you've been spending too much time with your game. It's making your mind somewhat unstable. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me, so just give a holler."
'That's how it could get worse.' He thought, 'Now my mom thinks I'm crazy.'
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Mr. S marked Duke absent before continuing.
"Ms. Gardner?"
A giant flash of light went off. "Present."
"Ow my eyes! Well I see you have gotten braces over the weekend, Ms. Gardener. Very……errrr……nice. Mr. Gigante?"
"Here."
"Mr. Hiyama?" (3)
"Here, you fool!"
"I'll just ignore that last part. Mr. Ishtar?"
"…………"
"Mr. Ishtar?" Mr. S looked around the room, and saw Malik staring at the wall lazily.
"MR. ISHTAR!!!!" Nothing.
"Uhhh……Mr. S? Malik kind of had an accident ov-"
"MR. MUOTO I DID NOT GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK!" Mr. S's face was already on its second shade of red.
"Mr. S, Yug was only tryin' to help-"
"MR. WHEELER I DID NOT GIVE YOU EITHER PERMISSION TO SPEAK! THE ONLY ONE WHO IS ALOUD TO SPEAK IS ME AND MR. ISHTAR WHO DOES NOT SEEM TO RESPOND TO MY QUESTION OF WHETHER OR NOT HE IS HERE!!!!" At this point in time, Malik had taken his eyes off the wall and stared up at the red faced teacher. Raising an eyebrow and remembering something, Malik grabbed another note that Ishizu had written for him and headed up to the teacher who snatched the note away from him and read it. The red from the teacher's cheeks disappeared and was replaced by a happy smile.
"Well, I guess Mr. Ishtar is here. Ms. Jellizoquenoi?" (2)
Sweatdrop.
"Ms. Jellizoquenoi?!?!?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm here. Keep yer pants on."
"Mr. Kaiba?"
No reply.
"Mr. Kaiba?!?" Mr. S was looking straight at Kaiba who was typing on his laptop.
"I said, Mr. Kaiba?!?!?!?" There was another flash of light, but this one was not blinding. It was a light from a projector. A projector attached to a certain CEO's laptop. The projection was of one word.
'Here.' Of course this did not please Mr. S. He liked his students to speak when called upon, not rely on technology. He then just walked up to the CEO.
"Mr. Kaiba. You may be some well-known billionaire CEO of a very powerful and wealthy company, but in my class, you speak when called upon." Kaiba just rolled his eyes and continued typing on his fancy Kaiba Corp laptop.
"Don't you DARE roll your eyes at me Mr. Kaiba! Mr. Kaiba?!?! MR. KAIBA ARE YOU LISTENING?!?!?!?" Mr. S practically screamed. Kaiba of course was ignoring him like he always did. That was the last straw.
"THAT'S IT!" He shouted and grabbed Kaiba's laptop right from him, walked back up to his desk and locked it in a drawer. This action made Kaiba furious! No one, I mean no one takes anything of his! Ever! Kaiba stood up, red in the face, eyes kinda looking like Marik's, (Ya know, all bulgy-like and kinda veiny……) opened his mouth to yell various things at Mr. S and…………………………
No sound came out.
No matter how hard Kaiba tried to speak/yell/proclaim death threats, absolutely no noise came from his wide open trap. The class, and Mr. S just remained silent until Kaiba reluctantly sat back down in his chair and Mr. S spoke.
"Mr. Kaiba if you lost your voice, why didn't you just say so in the first place?!?!?" This was replied with an eye roll and a glare combined. Not actually sure how that can be done, but Kaiba did it anyway. Will one last glare at the teacher, Kaiba pulled out a spare laptop out of his briefcase and continued working on what he was doing before. (O.o;;;) Meanwhile, both Joey and Tristan were grinning wildly at the fact that Kaiba had no voice. To them, it was as if they were just served a slice of heaven on a silver platter. Just like if nothing out of the ordinary happened, Mr. S continued the role call. When he reached the Ryou(s), he had to raise an eyebrow at Bakura's fashion statement.
"Mr. B. Ryou (4) may I ask where exactly are your pants?!?!?" This query got a few more snickers from the peanut gallery. Yami Bakura tossed a note at the 'teach' and mumbled something about it being important. Mr. S read the note quickly, and glanced back up at both white-haired males.
"Well then, I see we have a slight problem. Class, Mr. B. Ryou has lost his memory over the weekend and hopefully you all will be kind enough to help him." He then turned to Yami Bakura. "Mr. Y. Ryou, I will send out a note to all your brother's teachers excusing him if he is late to class and explaining his situation. I will also send out notes to your teachers as well so you may be excused if you are helping your brother……"
Yami Bakura practically grinned at this. 'Finally,' he thought, 'there's a perk to this blasted job!'
"But this does not mean you can go skipping class. Mr. B. Ryou will be excused from homework and class work, but that does not mean you will be too. Since there are a few minutes left in homeroom, you can go bring your brother to get substitute uniform pants from the extras in the office. I don't think it would be wise to have him walk all day in his boxers." More snickers. Yami Bakura swore that if there was any more snickering or chuckling or laughing, someone would get a one way trip to the shadow realm. He left the classroom, dragging Bakura as he went.
Mr. S had finished the role call before they arrived back at the classroom. Bakura was now wearing pants, but they were a bit too baggy for him; the office didn't have his size. For some strange reason though, Bakura spirits seemed to be damp. Oh wait. Did I say 'spirits'? I meant shirt.
Snickering was heard. Yami Bakura kept his promise of what he'd do if more snickering occurred and a girl randomly walking in the hall with the words 'Mental Giant' on her shirt disappeared in a puff of purple smoke, going on a one way trip to the shadow realm.
"He was thirsty and used the trick fountain." was all Yami Bakura said before he took a seat, and Bakura followed the suit by sitting down in his seat, though falling off it five times before he actually got it right. He didn't seem to mind though, and would exclaim happily every time he fell off. When he did get it right though, as luck would have it the bell rang, signaling that homeroom was over, and everyone should get to class before the tardy bell rings, 5 minutes from now. Which was just enough time for some Kaiba-bashing.
As everyone, including Mr. S who went to get some coffee, minus the gang and Kaiba, left, Joey crutched his way over to the silenced teen, with a big smile plastered on his face.
"Hey there, Mr. Laryngitis." Joey said, fully approached to Kaiba. Kaiba just took one look at Joey, glared, and continued to pack up his many papers, documents, schoolwork, laptop, large bottle of Motrin, and stress-relief ball. (A/N: Couldn't you just see Kaiba with one of those?!?!?) But Joey wasn't done with him yet. It would take years for the score between him and Kaiba to be settled.
"So why aren't ya talkin' to me, Moneybags?" Joey asked, perfectly knowing the reason. "Finally figured out that no one likes the sound of yer voice, eh Moneybags?!?!? Hey! HEY! Don't walk away when I'm insultin' ya!" As Kaiba walked away, Joey trailed after him, attempting to wave his fist and keep hold of his crutches at the same time.
How ever, this did not intimidate Kaiba. Even though his face remained stolid, inside his head, he was smirking.
'That little mutt. He really is a mutt, following me, his master, his superior, like this.'
Of course, the sideline gang were all sweatdropping, shaking their heads, or in Yami Bakura's case, smirking.
Upon reaching the doorway, Kaiba, who had been looking forward the entire time, turned around, did some fast typing on his laptop, turned it around and smirked. On the laptop were the words:
Sorry mutt, I have no more time to take you for a walk right now, so you'll have to get one of your pathetic groupies to do it.
Joey clenched his jaw, angered by the words written on the screen. He stared up at Kaiba's icy blue eyes in fury, loathing, and a sudden craving for an ice cream.
"Why I outta……" He started, but was interrupted by Kaiba typing on his laptop again. When he was done with that, Kaiba looked back at Joey, sneered, and grabbed both of Joey's crutches away from him, causing the poor injured, crutch-depending, blonde-boy to come crashing to the ground.
"ACK!" Joey shouted, and closed his eyes when he made impact with the floor. There were a few exclaims from the sideline gang as they watched him fall. Upon reopening his eyes, his sight was met with the laptop screen again.
No one calls me a moron and gets away unscathed. Especially not a lower-class, mangy, hopeless, brain-lacking mutt like yourself, who even happens to be more mangy and hopeless today.
With that said/typed, Kaiba tossed the crutches across the room, closed up his laptop, turned, and exited the classroom, trench coat flailing behind him.
There was only one thought running in Joey's mind right now.
'Man, what in the world does 'unscathed' mean?!?!?!?' (5)
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(1) – When I run out of ideas for last names, I start using things around me as suggestions……My grandma sent me a savings bond and it's lying here on my desk.
(2) – Don't even ask me how to pronounce these. I just randomly typed letters.
(3) – Who ever can tell me who's voice he does gets cookies! Yes, he is from YGO.
(4) – He did this so Yami Bakura and Bakura could tell who he was talking to, though it was bit of a problem for him to figure out what to call both the Muoto's.
(5) – Sorry, couldn't help it. V.V
By the way, I'm sorry if people seem out of character. I'm trying the best I can, but I am so used to script format, that it is hard for me to write characters in character.
Hey you guys, can I ask a favor from you? Could you guys think of a new summary for me? It's really hard for me to write one because I know the plot and I don't want to give it away in the summary. So from what you read, could you please leave a suggestion for a summary in your reviews?? Please?
Oh, and I will not be updating soon either. I'm leaving for a one-week vacation next week, and this week is chaos. And the week after that will be preparing for finals, and the week after that will be finals. AND THEN FREEDOM!!!!!!!!!
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