Title: Wednesdays always suck

Author: galwivagunblade

Summary: well, Wednesday never was an exciting day. YuGiOh at school. NOT lame.

Pairings: vote! Vote and I shall include it! Even if you are horribly outnumbered, I like a challenge. I will involve every pairing you tell me to, even if its just a hug in the doorway or something. And, if you really want me to, I will put in some Téa romance in.

Warnings: suggest any pairings with 'Kura in and I'll include S&M. will have some lemons. Still chock full of yaoi. Am actually gonna put het in this chapter.

I KILLED RYOU !!!! (Well, not really. But he is a bit strange....)

I didn't get a lot of reviews for last chapter (don't blame you, it was terrible), so I will stick to the general plan. HonTogi in this chapter, as request for Jade.

Also hints at incest 0o because I wanted to. This is a long chapter, to apologize for the last one.

General: I do actually need reviews for this. I'm not setting a quota, but I just need some suggestions.

(To one of my few reviews)

Er... I'm not exactly sure how to pair Yuugi with Yami Bakura...??

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(Rex POV)

Ah, Serenity. How is it possible to look like a vision of beauty when you're picking lead out of a pencil sharpener? I don't know, but she manages....

Oh damn, she caught me looking. Why does it matter? It doesn't. Shut up, rex. She's saying something.... take out the walkman, that might help.

'... Isn't it cute though? I just had to buy it!!' yeah, sure, Serenity. I was looking at your snoopy t-shirt. Actually, it is kinda...

'That is cute. Where did you get that? I think my sister might want one...' I smiled. Or at least, I contorted my face into a frightening leer. But she giggled.

'I told you! They're on sale in Tammy. They had so many snoopies, but I just had to get Woodstock. He's like, the worlds cutest canary.'

I nodded, admiring the subtle play of the sun on her hair as she moved. Towards me. Unspeakable meep.

She sat down on the spare chair next to me. 'So anyway... what are you listening to?'

Serenity hooked a finger down my jacket, and pulled out an earphone and held it to her ear. My heart raced.

'17 without a purpose of direction, we can go wherever we want, don't need a ing explanation...'

'It's Blink182.'

She grinned and held a finger up. 'I know this.... rock girl? Something like that... my brother likes this band.' She was so pretty when she was thinking. Her big, brown eyes narrowed as she pondered. She licked her lips thoughtfully. All the heat in my body seemed to be going to one place... say something, you idiot!

'It's girl at the rock show. Cool. You heard any other songs?'

'Oh.... I miss you, I remember that one. And the one about blowjobs...' she blushed and smiled weakly. 'And theres the one that goes, like...' she broke off into more laughing. She exhaled, ran a hand through her hair, and began again. 'I wanna fuck a dog in the ass...' we both laughed. 'That's, like, my favourite. And the cursing one.' I grinned.

'Shit piss cock cunt cocksucker motherfucker tits...' she giggled again. 'Well, the bell will go in a minute, so I'll talk to you later. See ya!' she smiled, pulled my hat into my eyes, and ran off with her sharpened pencils.

It took me a few minutes to get my breath back. She had touched me. And laughed. She didn't hate me! YES!

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(Yugi POV)

It was nice like this. You could sit where you wanted in homeroom, and I was squashed at a desk with Joey and Yami. Joey was right at the edge of his chair and so was Yami, so I could fit in the middle. I had one of Joey's earphones in. I liked this song. 'Original prankster' by the offspring. Some of Joey's weird gothic stuff was too strange. I looked around the room for Ryou. He wasn't there.

Yami was sulking. He was hanging off his chair, staring sullenly at the floor.

I reached under the table and found his hand. I squeezed it, to remind him that he was my Yami and we were going to be together till the end of eternity. He looked at me strangely. I smiled.

We had another supply for homeroom. Some poor old baggage with a ghastly orange shirt and big glasses. She also had a mouth like a fish and a constant scowl.

She was having a hard time with the register. First things first, she didn't seem to be able to read. She read 'Paine 'as 'Pam' and 'Duke' as 'ducky'. She called me 'yuk motor' and scowled when I giggled. The woman was a loonie.

'Ok, children.' She was a Nazi! She said 'cheeldrin!!!' I can't say this one...'

'Sephiroth, miss.' We all chorused except Sephiroth himself who replied with 'it's the great Sephiroth, you old inferior baggage.'

'So I'll just call you Shirley.' We all fell about. Shirley?

'Surely not...'Vincent muttered. More giggles.

We all turned to look at Sephiroth. He smiled sweetly, and sang in a poisonously high voice. 'On the good ship lollipop-'then he got a pencil case thrown at him.

We waited anxiously, actually listening now. 'Tea gerbil? 'Gerbil? Garden, I might understand, but gerbil?

'That's Téa, miss.' Tea spoke, waving her hand. She was promptly ignored. By everyone.

By the time the madwoman had got to 'Tseng' we had all given up. Even Seto was laughing. 'tuh-sing?' she asked.

'Tseng.'

'Sang?'

'Tseng.'

'Tossing?'

'Tseng.'

Tseng himself had gone bright red. He stood up. 'Look, its ok! I'M HERE!'

Then the bell went. I got up, still giggling. Joey scowled. 'Do we have math now?'

I consulted my timetable. 'No, we have math next period. Now we have history.'

Joey groaned. 'Do we sit together in that?' I sighed. 'I have no idea. Lets hope so.' I grabbed the still-moody Yami by the hand and led him up the stairs.

I had to stand very close to Joey (I still had one of his earphones. (playing the song 'I think I love you' by less than Jake, for those of you interested.))

So I walked behind him, and held onto the straps on his backpack.

Yami walked behind me, him holding my bag.

The history class was a tip. There was paper everywhere, pencils had been strewn around the chairs, and no one had dared wipe Bakura's blood off the wall yet.

I really was worried about Ryou. Though he was probably fine. Maybe Ryou had flu or something, and Bakura had refused to come in alone.

But anyway, the class. All the displays had been trashed, scribbled over and ripped. And all the desks had been moved. They were spread out into a circle, but stacked. Two on the floor upright and one on top. Like Stonehenge.

'Oh my god, what happened in here?' Mai didn't sound worried. She sounded like 'I refuse to take one step into that horrible mess'.

I grinned, as a thought struck me. 'Hey Joey?'

The blonde glanced at me. 'What?'

'Since our class has been ruined, do you think we might get to skip class?'

He grinned too. 'Great minds think alike, Yuug.'

'Hey, can any of you idiots read?' Vincent valentine, a tall black haired man was standing by the door, a piece of paper in his hand. 'It says here that there are no other vacant classes, so we have these two periods to do with as we wish.'

Joey looked at me. 'Whaddya wanna do then?'

I thought. 'I want to go check up on Ryou. It's weird, he's hardly never off school.'

'Yeah... mebbe Bakura's ill and Ryou won't leave him at home alone?'

'That's a point. But I want to know. He only lives five minutes away.' I pouted gently. Joey was coming. If the little trembling lip didn't work, I would have to...

'Awww Yuug! Not the eyes!! Ok, ok, ok... we'll go to Ryou's... Yami, wanna come?'

Yami scowled. 'No, I think I'll stay in the library and go through my deck or something.'

Then he walked off.

'Damn, what's his problem?' Joey asked, raking fingers through his hair.

'Honestly? I don't know.'

We headed for the stairs, in our usual position, his arm round my shoulder, my arm round his waist. I fitted quite neatly in his armpit.

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It was a nice walk. But as we neared Ryou's flat, I got worried. What of Bakura had started cutting Ryou???

Joey didn't seem to be as worried as I was, and if he was he was very good at hiding it. He rang the doorbell. There were a few muffled shouts, a thud, another yell, then the door opened.

A lanky, white haired boy answered the door. I thought it was Bakura. He was in some very baggy black trousers and a 'metallica' jumper. A black hat was jammed on his silvery hair. His eyes were red, and he looked unwashed. He smelt of raw steak.

'Oh, hello Yugi, Joey.' The boy nodded in both of our directions. The clean, British accent was shocking.

My jaw dropped. 'Ryou? What the hell?' he gestured for us to come in. I followed. The flat was still quite clean, but as we entered the living room it became quite clear where Ryou had been.

'I want to make it quite clear that I had no part in this...' Bakura spoke. He was lying on the floor in front of the TV, though the sound was turned off. Bakura was in the normal blue Ryou-outfit. He had his head propped on some cushions, and a cup of tea on the floor next to him.

The computer was on, blaring out loud rock music. I recognized it, vaguely. Old mugs where on all the tables. Ryou sat on the arm of the sofa and resumed his typing on the PC. He sung along vaguely to the music as he closed the windows. 'Well somebody told me
You had a boyfriend, Who looks like a girlfriend, that I had in February of last year, it's not confidential, I've got potential, taking it's toll and I'm leaving without you...'

'Anyway, what did you come round for?' he took another sip from ANOTHER mug. There must have been about 50. 'I would offer you a drink, but all the glasses are dirty...'

I smiled politely. 'It's no problem. Anyway, er.... why aren't you in school?'

'Oh.... it's still scabby, so I thought if I went in it might get infected or something...'

'What's still scabby?' I started to panic. Behind me, Joey nosed through the CD pile on the coffee table, occasionally asking Bakura questions.

Ryou sighed, and turned his back to me. He lifted his shirt up. I gasped.

Printed across Ryou's back, reaching from near his left armpit to the end of his right shoulder blade, black writing. Black gothic text, reading: F I N A L, surrounded by realistic silver-blue flames. And the kanji for 'death', at the base of his spine.

But the really strange bit... covering most of his white skin, a perfect rendition of the change of heart angel/devil. The shirt dropped back down.

He turned to face me. 'Why on earth are you gawping like that?'

I could tell Joey had been behind me. 'Damn, that kicks ass!'

I was staring at Ryou... there was a dot on his eyebrow... and he seemed to be speaking without showing me his tongue...

'They've got you figured out, tenshi. Just show them...' Bakura purred, leading Joey back to the CDs and they resumed their conversation about something....

Ryou sighed, and dug into his pocket. He turned his back again. When he turned around, I could see. There was a ring hanging out of his eyebrow, and he obediently suck out his tongue. A silver stud was lodged there too.

I seemed to find my voice again then. 'Ryou... what the hell is going on?'

'You've already asked. I got bored, that's all. Does it really matter?'

I sighed. He still sounded like Ryou. 'I guess not. But if you get really crazy.... I'll just have to blame him.' I pointed at Bakura.

Joey grinned. 'I wouldn't hurt him Yuug, he has all the metallica albums!!'

'Well, you'd beat be back off to school, kiddies.' Bakura grinned at us.

'Bakura?' I asked.

'Yes?' he said, standing up to look me in the eyes.

'They haven't washed your hand print off the wall yet.' The psycho's eyes lit up.

'Excellent! Another day and it'll stain!'

Ryou rolled his eyes. 'Kura, you are a grade one nutcase.'

Bakura's arms reached round his stomach. 'You know you love me really. And, yes, mutt, you can borrow it if you want to.'

'Alright!' Joey practically jumped for joy, and pocketed the CD case he had been admiring.

As we left the apartment, I was still feeling slightly confused. I felt the arm on my waist and sighed, shrugging it off.

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(Tristan POV)

Damn, is there nothing to do here?

'POOF!' around the corridor. Some guys arguing, I think...

'Get out, you little gobshite woman!'

'Oh, piss off.' i know that voice....?

'Ooh lookie, he sounds like my sister!'

'He looks like her too!'

There was a thud, and a THWACK.

'I told you morons to piss off...' tossing his black hair dramatically, Duke Devlin wandered around the corner, thumbs hooked into his pockets, his hips were swaying...

I don't remember him being so hot...

Or my jeans being so tight....

'Take a Polaroid. It'll last longer.' The suddenly gorgeous vision before me flicks my nose and grins. 'Got fuck all to do? I was gonna sit outside and doodle or something...'

I gladly accepted the invitation, and walked after him. There were more futile yells, from the class we were walking past. Duke spun on his heeled boots, and went to run. I stood like a very stupid lemon. Then he came crashing on top of me. I tried to push him off me, but ended up poking him. He giggled, went to sit up, and ducked a flying ruler. The black hair tickled my ear as he leant forward and whispered.

'I'm sorry about this... I don't know what their problem is either. If I could make them bugger off, I would. I'm sorry.' I squirmed slightly. He had nice, warm breath. It felt nice. He ducked back down as more stationary was chucked at us. 'Right, that's it. Can you, you know, er... get your hand out of my shirt?' I drew my hand back quickly, from where it had been brushing the soft skin. 'Sorry if I kick ya.'

He flipped up, pushing a hand onto the floor and the other on the wall, to sort of push himself forward, flying, feet first, into the bitches face. Natasha, I believe her name was. Anyway, her sun burnt nose became a lovely red fountain.

She screamed, and Duke flipped back onto his feet, and ran like hell. I followed him. Once again, he stopped. And I carried on again. I toppled on top of him again.

I grinned nervously. 'Sorry...'

He sort of blushed, then smiled. 'It's alright... I think...' he seemed to be musing about something, he wasn't paying a great amount of attention.

Ok, it had just got REALLY hot in here as the boy laying beneath me absent mindedly chewed on his bottom lip. 'Hey, are you actually gonna, you know, get off?'

I felt the blood rush to my face as I shrugged. 'Why? It's nice down here...'

'It is.' He nodded. 'But still, I can't actually feel-' he stopped talking (as you would), as his little protest was cut off by my lips on his.

Now, more than ever, was I aware of Duke's strange scent. It drove me crazy, but now it seemed to suit the moment. A deep, near-overwhelming mixture of incense, dust and vodka. It smelt purple, if that makes any sense. All my senses where instantly sent into overdrive. The strange, thin dice-wielding boy had somehow managed to take me over almost completely.... that is, until the annoying voice of the one we all hate echoed around the hallway.

'HEY! DUKE AND TRISTAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THE FLOOR?!'

Duke groaned. 'Hello, Téa.' He sat up, still flushed. I rolled over.

'What happened, guys?' oh, shut up.

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(Seto POV)

Am scribbling in stupid book as sign of defeat. Am all too aware that baby brother now has me wrapped around his little pudgy finger.

So will plot doom in here, or something. Wonder if Mokuba has died from shock. He isn't moving, just staring at me.

Yes, I will go along with your stupid idea.

Yes, you can stop looking at me now.

Will go and poke him.

That was strange. Poked him in the forehead. He kept staring at me. He grabbed my hand. Then smiled at me in strange way. This was confusing. Then he hugged me and told me he loved me. He has been doing this a lot lately, I blame it on the bastard disease usually referred to as hormones. Had no option but to hug him briefly and pat him on the head. He smiled again and ran away before I had time to ask him something.

My query was this: "are you on drugs?". Most people would find this a strange question to ask a 13 year old boy. Not in this damn household.

It's quite depressing to have to think of yourself as a parent when I haven't had a girlfriend yet. And I probably won't. Not after the obsessive crush on Bakura, or the whole "nurses office" incident with Otogi.

Will chase down baby brother to see what it is he wants. Probably money, perhaps another embrace. Refuse to write "hug" as will sound like stupid Pegasus.

Ok. That WAS odd. He looked at me, went to speak, started crying, and then collapsed on his bed. Think he is on drugs. Will check his possessions while he is at school.

Wait, I will also be at school. Damn. Will find a way.

Am going back to see if he is crying, and why. Should have done this to start with but was scared.

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Well, that wasn't too shabby. Enjoy the fic. Will have the next chapter up uber-fast if you review!! And, a running out things to write about.

((apologies for the badly written HonTogi, if you want me to re-do it I will))

If you don't recognize a name, don't worry about it. I just needed to put some more stuff in.