Yay! I'm finally done with all types of school for the summer! Regular school, then another type of school. Surprisingly the other school made real school look so fun and exciting, it's not funny. And I'm back from Florida! My mom got this cute little snow globe! (shakes the snow globe) Oooh! It's snowing in Florida!

I apologize for the lack of updates! I almost wasn't going to be allowed on the computer for practically the rest of the summer because of a mistake on my report card. But now it's all fixed!

Oh yeah, Zircon, what do you mean by I 'have to be from the city'?

And thank-you Kate Ryou for the summary, but I'm not going to use it. But you get a jar of cookies for trying! [P.S. I'm not good with summaries, so you'll have to get someone else to help you! That's what I did! (wink)]

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Disclaimer: I OWN Yu-Gi-Oh! (looks at the rampaging lawyers coming towards her). Ah! Now that I've caught your attention, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, but I was wondering if any of you would like to help me sue my stupid school for making me sad and depressed about my grades for no reason. (again, looks at the rampaging lawyers coming towards her) O.o;;; Didn't know you guys would be so interested......

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Hiyama (3) – Who ever can tell me who's voice he does gets cookies! Yes, he is from YGO.

Correct Answer: Ack! They've changed it on me! The correct answer, that I thought, was supposed to be 'Marik's Japanese voice', but apparently it changed. [He does a Yu Yu Hakusho Japanese voice. I don't own YYH.] Egyptian Vulpix and Flaed get a bucket of cookies each for getting it right, but since the information I had was in correct, everyone else gets a jar of cookies!

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Chapter 9: Class chaos

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The late bell had finally rung, and everyone was in their class without being tardy and getting a detention. Kaiba was in his Super A.P. computer class; Tristan and Yami Bakura were in history class; Malik, Joey, Yami, Mai and Bakura were in biology; Tèa was in geometry; and Yugi was in grammar class.

------Biology with Malik, Joey, Yami, Mai and Bakura------

"Stupid" Chomp! "Kaiba!" Whack! "Why" Bang! "I" Smash! "outta" Splatter! "kick" Snap! "his-"

"JOEY!" Yami practically yelled in order to get his friends attention.

"WHAT?!?!?!?!?" Joey did yell.

"You're mincing our crayfish! We're only supposed to remove the carapace!" Joey looked down at their dissection plate where the crayfish he was just previously smashing up lay. But instead of a crayfish, that Joey had dubbed as 'Kaiba', there was a pile of fine powder.

"Ummm......Oops?" Yami sighed.

"I guess we'll have to ask the teacher for another one." As they went up to receive another crayfish, they passed by Mai. She was working on a quiz on the anatomy of the crayfish and the crab. Although she had a partner, her partner was working on dissecting the crayfish alone because some how, ignoring all laws of science, Mai sneezed on her crayfish, and it blew up. Her partner, and everyone around her was scared stiff of her, and moved about 10 feet away, and her partner got a new crayfish. So now Mai is stuck doing a quiz, being isolated by everyone. Joey and Yami gave her a look of sympathy before continuing.

As they did, they passed by Bakura. He was currently spinning on his chair with nothing to do because his lab partner was the only person in the class who wasn't there, and of course he couldn't do the lab on his own. Why didn't he work with some other group? Because the teacher was a git and would only let them work in pairs. Plus why would Bakura want to work when he was having so much fun on his spinny-chair? Next to him sat Malik, who refused to do the dissection because he said it went against his morals and such, so he was stuck doing a quiz too.

Bakura was still spinning, faster and faster, giggling the entire time. Although he was having a blast, his stomach on the other hand was not. Around him, no one was paying attention to him; they were all busy with their crayfish, and Malik was still trying to burn a hole in his quiz. Bakura was starting to feel the effects of his spinning, and had come to a complete stop, but the world was still spinning before his eyes.

"I don't feel so good......" He said while clutching his stomach.

"Guah! I can't remember this junk!" Malik angrily spat at his paper, while erasing his answer. Malik was getting very frustrated and was soon asking Ra to do anything to help him get out of the quiz. Anything!

Of course, today Ra seems to have a twisted sense of humor.

"BLAAAARRRFFFF!!!"

Malik looked down horrified. He did not dare to even touch his hair or anything on him, nor to even blink or open his mouth. He only sat there, stunned. All eyes were on him and the slightly green Bakura.

It was complete silence until......

"EWWW!"

"Dude! The British boy can barf!"

"Gross!"

"I think I'm going to be sick!"

"I wonder what he ate to make it blue......" Of course this comment got stares.

But of course, Malik could not hear any of the chatter. He didn't here the puking noise from Bakura. All he was wondering was what was this stuff, and why did it burn?!?

"AHHHHH!!!!" Following his primitive instincts, Malik ran around the room like an idiot.

"HOLY RA!! IT BURNS!!! IT BURNS!!! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!!" He continued to yell and scream. One of his female classmates, who happened to fancy him a bit, ran up to him clutching several pieces of paper.

"Here Malik-san, use my twin sister's drawings to wipe it off!" She then began to use the paper to wipe off the yuck off of Malik, while her twin sister faced-faulted at her sisters actions, until she realized what her sister actually said. Then she eyes became fiery, and she deeply glared at her sister.

"HEY THOSE ARE MY DRAWINGS!!! ONE OF THOSE INCLUDED MY ONLY CHARCOAL COLORED DRAWING WHICH I'M VERY FOND OF!" She yelled as she pounced on her sister. They continued fighting until some how they ended up using their crayfish as swords and were send to the office.

Being deaf to the world, Malik had no idea what was going on. To him, all of a sudden pieces of paper came out of no where and started attaching themselves to him. He thrashed around some more until two pairs of arms grabbed him.

"Calm down Malik!" Yami yelled, as he and Joey tried to calm Malik down. The teacher wasn't doing anything about it, so they had to take matters into their own hands. Malik slowly calmed down enough to recognize his surroundings, including both Yami and Joey.

"What is this stuff?!?!? What happened?!?!? And why am I itchy" He questioned both of them, as he scratched his face. Both looked at him as his face had sprouted hives.

"Umm Yami man, didn't that girl say her drawing was from charcoal?" Joey inquired.

"Yes."

"And isn't Malik allergic to charcoal?"

"That would be another yes."

"Oh boy."

Sighing, Malik looked over at the spot he was sitting at moments ago and he delightfully noted that his quiz had been disintegrated by the unknown substance. That was, until a note was shoved into his sticky, slimly, gross, smelly covered hands. He looked up at his teacher who had given the note to him, then back to the note. He unfolded it and read:

I give you permission to leave class and go clean your self up in the gym showers and go to the nurse's office. You can take the quiz right after school, that way you won't miss anything.

Yep, Ra really had a twisted sense of humor.

As Malik glumly left for the showers, Yami, Joey, and Bakura all left for the bathroom to clean themselves up, then they would meet up with Malik in the nurse's office to get Malik so medicine and to get Bakura some crackers to settle his stomach. A few moments after they all left, the girl with the words 'MENTAL GIANT' on her shirt came into the room. The teacher looked up.

"Sorry I'm late, but I just got back from this very weird black and purple swirly place......"

------History Class with Tristan and Yami Bakura------

"Okay class," started Ms. Tanoak, "we are going to have a pop quiz! But not any type of pop quiz, a one-question-you-either-pass-or-fail pop quiz! Won't that be fun?!?!?"

The class groaned, while Ms. Tanoak smirked.

Meet Jane Tanoak, one of the meanest history teachers ever, with a strong reputation for making students' lives a living nightmare. Joey claimed she was a fusion between Weevil, Rex, Pegasus, Kaiba, Bandit Keith, Kaiba, the Big 5, Marik, Kaiba, Yami Bakura, Kaiba, and Kaiba when he's really pissed off. Go figure.

'Man am I in trouble.' Tristan thought as Ms. Tanoak began the quizzing on Egypt—which was the topic they were currently studying—starting with the first person in the first row. 'I don't know any of this stuff!' He glanced ahead of him over at Yami Bakura who was leaning in his chair in a confident manner. 'Figures, he'd probably knows it all because he was there. I wish I paid more attention in class or even to Yami's stories!' Quickly, Tristan skimmed over his notes, which were almost all just doodles, studying anything he possibly could without the teacher noticing.

Ms. Tanoak marked down another zero in her book before approaching Yami Bakura's desk.

"Mr. Ryou. Write down why Egyptians wore kohl around their eyes."

'This is too easy.' Yami Bakura thought as he wrote down his answer and handed it to the teacher. It read:

They wore kohl because it was an anti-poison component that protected against harmful radiation. It kept the delicate skin around the eyes from becoming dry and cracked. Kohl protected against the intense heat of the sun, the bitter cold of the nights and the blinding glare of the water.

"Well Mr. Ryou, it seems that you have been paying attention in class," Ms. Tanoak said. "And your answer is......wrong. You fail." As she wrote down in red pen a zero in Yami Bakura's column, he stood up furious.

"YOU MORONIC EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN!! MY ANSWER IS CORRECT, PATHETIC BEING!! HOW YOUR INCOMPETENT BRAIN DOES NOT UNDERSTAND THAT I AM RIGHT REALLY AMAZES ME BECAUSE OF THE FACT THAT YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE AN EDUCATOR OF THIS LEARNING FACILITY!" He shouted at her, huffing and puffing. She just continued to look at him in her sadistic, calm manner, before saying,

"Are you done yet?"

"NO!" Tristan could see some purple mist forming around the angry spirit's feet.

'Shoot! He's calling up the shadow realm!' Tristan thought. 'I gotta do something! No matter how much that hag deserves it, I can't let him send her there. Too much explaining afterwards.' So quickly, he formed a plan. In his views, it was a flawless plan. A perfect plan. A plan that involved—

SMACK!!!

—hitting Yami Bakura in the back of the head with a text book. Instantly the conjured shadow realm disappeared without a trace, while the tomb robber clutched his head in pain and yelled some very colorful words, in several languages.

"Mr. Ryou that will be quite enough." she said, overlooking Tristan's violent actions. "Although what you said was true, it was not the only reason why they wore kohl, which makes your answer incorrect. I wanted all possible answers to the question. The Egyptians also wore kohl also to amplify their eyes' beauty, and it was, in addition, worn to signify royalty."

"Who really gives a—" Yami Bakura sneered, but was cut off.

"You shall receive a detention from me for your out burst that you will serve after school today, and extra homework because apparently you need it if you could not give me all the reasons why they wore kohl." After Ms. Tanoak watched Yami Bakura's head almost explode, (You could nearly hear the anger and rage building up in that head of his) she passed his desk and stopped at Tristan's.

"Mr. Taylor, please write down the people who are the Egyptian administrative divisions."

'I should act like I'm at least thinking about the answer.' he told himself, as he scrunched up his brow in thought. 'Even if I have no clue what to write. Plus, it's not like she can read my handwriting. I wasn't built left-handed, and I never will be.' He wrote down the first few things that came to mind which were—

'The Egyptian administrative divisions are people who say lots of rules that tell what the Egyptians can and cannot do because they are very important and make up all the rules and stuff. There is lots of them because there are lots of rules. The people must pray a gazillion times a day to the pharaoh because it's a rule. They also must work on pyramids and other stuff because it's a rule.'

—And handed it to Ms. Tanoak. She scanned over it, her eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Why, Mr. Taylor—This is absolutely......correct." Everyone in the class gasped in shock. Ms. Tanoak had her mouth wide open, gaping like a fish out of water, letting go of the paper, allowing it to float weightlessly back down to his desk. Tristan stared down at his answer and, to his astonishment, the words he wrote terribly with his left hand spelled out the words:

'There're 26 governorates in the divisions: Ad Daqahliyah, Al Bahr al Ahmar, Al Buhayrah, Al Fayyum, Al Gharbiyah, Al Iskandariyah, Al Isma'iliyah, Al Jizah, Al Minufiyah, Al Minya, Al Qahirah, Al Qalyubiyah, Al Wadi al Jadid, Ash Sharqiyah, As Suways, Aswan, Asyut, Bani Suwayf, Bur Sa'id, Dumyat, Janub Sina', Kafr ash Shaykh, Matruh, Qina, Shamal Sina', Suhaj.'

Tristan almost had a heart attack then and there.

Maybe this was his lucky day!

Ms. Tanoak seemed to finally get over her shock, an evil little plan forming in that twisted head of hers. She wrote down a check mark in Tristan's column before saying anything.

"Well Mr. Taylor, it seems that I have found the diamond among the ruff. Perhaps you would consider tutoring another classmate on how questions should be answered."

"I—" Tristan started to say, but was cut off.

"Then it's settled. You will tutor Mr. Ryou after-school. Of course, after his detention." Without another word, Ms. Tanoak moved onto her next victim.

Tristan glanced ahead of him at the spirit of the ring. Apparently the tomb robber had not forgotten about the blow to his head, and he was making the gesture of moving his finger across his throat (the death signal) and cracking his knuckles. Tristan gulped.

Lady luck wasn't on his side today.

------Grammar with Yugi ------

The teacher droned on. No one was listening any more. Yugi tried to stay awake, but his teacher had the most boring voice ever. It's like he was Ben Stein (1) in disguise. The entire class slept, unnoticed by the teacher. Yugi had made it look like he was maybe awake by putting a book up to cover his sleeping face. Surprisingly, he was snoring the loudest and mumbling about lamps and marshmallows.

------Geometry with Tèa------

"Can someone please tell me the definition of an inscribed polygon?" He looked around and spotted Tèa's hand in the air. "Tèa?" Tèa put her hand down.

"An inscribed polygon is a polygon that has all of its vertices on a circle."

"Very good. Another check plus for you today." Tèa beamed. But her cheerfulness faded when she looked around at the glares she was receiving from the rest of the class, unseen by the teacher. Tèa shrank in her seat.

------Super A.P. Computer class with Kaiba------

"So, if you add 500 more pixels—"

Snore.

"—and rotate it seventy degrees to the left you can—"

Exhale noise. (T-T Gimme a break......)

The teacher looked over at the source of the noise and raised an eyebrow.

"He's asleep again, isn't he?" Some nearby students looked over and nodded. The teacher sighed.

"Well, I can't do anything about that. He gets the best grades in here, and probably knows more than me—actually make that that he definitely knows more than me." The teacher sighed again and continued on with her lesson, ignoring the gentle sleeping noises coming from the resting brunette, better known as Kaiba.

Yes, Kaiba sleeps in school. Where else would he sleep? I mean, seriously, he barely has any time to sleep at home with all his work and inventing. Plus he knows just about everything there is to know in his classes. What better place to sleep than in school?!?!? But Kaiba doesn't nap in all his classes. He only naps in the ones without the gang, or the 'buddy bunch' as Kaiba sometimes refers to them as; the class has to have people that fear him, and no fangirls. No fangirls what so ever. Kaiba, being the paranoid guy his is, would never take the risk of sleeping next to a fangirl. Who knows what they would do to him in his sleep?!?!?

So basically the only two classes Kaiba sleeps in is his computer class and his math class. Both of his classes have mostly guys in them who were scared to death by him (Kaiba had his say while making the schedules), none of the gang, and the girls there either were scared of him like the boys, admired him for his intelligence and kept afar, or they could careless about him.

Of course, lady luck didn't seem to like Kaiba either today.

The students all turned to the door when it was forced open with a loud bang. Kaiba woke with a stir and looked up at the source of the noise. He wiped a bit of drool away from his mouth. In the doorway stood a very hyper, short, little boy. He had brown hair; like Kaiba, and blue eyes; like Kaiba. Of course his face was a bit more rounded, and a bit more chubbier than Kaiba. His eyes were more doe like and did not have that icy glare within them, like the CEO. His hair was a bit more spikier, untamed, and the back of it did not go down to his collar bone like Kaiba's, but was cut just about at the start of his neck.

But the biggest different between the two was that while Kaiba has a stolid frown on his face, this boy had a giant grin.

"Hi. You must be Abiak Otes, the new transfer to the school?" The boy nodded vigorously.

"Yeah, but you can call me Eric. Everyone does." His voice was very high pitched for a boy his age.

After marking in Eric in her attendance book, the teacher said "Eric please find yourself a seat." Eric nodded again, and surveyed the room. His eyes stopped and widened when they fell upon Kaiba. In less than a blink of an eye, Eric was in the empty chair next to Kaiba.

"Mr. Kaiba, sir, lord!" He said very fast, clutching his hands together, and bowing to Kaiba, like he didn't deserve to be in his presence. "It is an honor to meet you in person! You don't know how much joy I am feeling right now! I can't believe it!" And just as a precaution to make sure it was real, and not a dream, Eric pinched himself. His grin grew even bigger when he found it was all true. He then looked up at Kaiba, who by the way was staring at Eric like he was an alien or a piece of dirt on his shoe, and took a deep breath before shouting,

"I'm your biggest fan!" Kaiba could not believe what he was hearing. There was a fanboy in his sleeping class?!?!? This couldn't be possible. Eric was still running at the mouth, saying something about them looking so much a like, they could be DNA buddies, but Kaiba had already tuned him out by then. Later, he'd plan to make a visit to the principle for a very angry meeting.

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(1)—Ben Stein is that guy with the really boring, lazy voice. He used to do those eye drop commercials where he'd say 'Do you have dry, red, itchy eyes?' in a REALLY boring voice. He also has his own show 'Win Ben Stein's Money', which I do not own.

Can anyone tell me where I got the idea of Eric from? It's not from an anime, but it is from a cartoon show. Truck loads of cookies for those who know it.

Please review and have a nice day!