Disclaimer: I do not own yugioh. And I have no idea what type of classes they have in Japan, so do not yell at me if I'm wrong.
Kaiba was infuriated. What was up with this girl and torturing him?! By the end of History, Takara had drawn blood. Not a lot, but there was blood. "What the hell are you doing?" he hissed at her, as she stuck the finger with blood in her mouth.
"It's the easiest way to get the blood off my finger," she said, grinning evilly. Kaiba ignored her the rest of the period until lunch. Or, at least that was what he hoped would happen. "Seto. . . I. . . You're bleeding a little more than I intended."
Groaning, he felt the back of his neck. A little more?! His neck was sticky with blood. He raised his hand. "Yes Kaiba?"
"I need to go to the nurse's office."
"Why?"
"Because I need to."
"That's not a reason." Sighing, Kaiba got out of his seat.
"Is this a good enough reason for you?" Kaiba showed the man the back of his neck.
"Oh my. . . Yes, take a pass. Takara, go with him. Take his briefcase, if you will. Lunch is due to start in a few minutes anyway." Sighing, Takara got up, and followed Kaiba out the door. As soon as they got out, and the door closed, Kaiba started yelling at her.
"Why the hell did you do that?!"
Takara grinned wickedly. "Because," she said simply. She walked off in the direction they were supposed to go. "You coming? Or do you want to stain your collar?"
Sighing in defeat, and because she still had his briefcase, Kaiba followed her. "Are you sure you know where the office is?"
"Nope, haven't got a clue."
"Well maybe I should go on my own." He held out his hand.
"What, you think I'm going to give you your briefcase?" Takara grinned. Kaiba growled. She bolted.
Kaiba chased her around the school, growling about how Takara was an idiotic moron, trying to steal his briefcase.
This is fun. Kaiba was so startled to hear that, he stopped running and crashed into the lockers.
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Hey, this is fun, Takara thought. She looked over her shoulder, but Kaiba wasn't chasing her anymore. He was on the floor, a huge bump forming on his forehead. She grinned. Putting down her bookbag and his briefcase, she hauled him to his feet by his collar. "Come on, the nurses office is right there." Kaiba growled and pushed her away. He stalked over to it. "I have the pass," she reminded him. She picked up her bag and his briefcase, and ran over to him, grinning evilly.
"You enjoy torturing me." She guessed that was supposed to be a question that came out as a statement.
She grinned again.
"You're too happy."
"There's no such thing as being too happy."
By this time they had gotten to the nurses office. "Kaiba, what's wrong?" the nurse asked. Everyone knew who Kaiba was. Kaiba pointed at his bruised forehead, and then showed off the scabbing cut that Takara had given him. "Oooo," the nurse winced. "Sit down on that chair." She turned to Takara. "You can go back to class now, dear."
Takara grinned and walked out the door. Kaiba hoped this was the last he would see of her, but it turns out that all she did was wash her hands. She came back saying that it was disgusting how much smoke was in the bathroom.
Takara sat in a chair across the room from Kaiba. Grinning at him, she took the brief case and put it on her lap. Kaiba glared at her, but couldn't do anything that the nurse wouldn't see. She opened the briefcase. Why didn't I lock it? Kaiba wondered. She took his laptop out of the metal brief case, and placed it on top of it. "You don't know my password," Kaiba told her. "You can't get in."
"Are you so sure?" Takara asked. She turned it around and showed Kaiba her handiwork. "Computer skills are more useful than English." She turned it back to her, and worked on it, as the nurse came in to clean his cut. Takara was a strange one, Kaiba thought.
I can't believe I forgot to do this before, Takara thought. Oooo, integrated wireless networking. That made things easier. Skillfully, she hacked into the school's computer mainframe. She pulled out the student files, and wondered what to search for first. "Lets start with the eye color," she muttered. Search: Eye color, blue. 300/3000. Blue eyes are a minority here. "Now lets see. . ." Search: First name starts with S. fifteen. Search: birth date Oct. 25. One. Grinning, Takara pulled up the file. Her eyes widened at the results. Wordlessly, she erased her tracks and put the computer away. At just that moment, the lunch bell rang.
As soon as the bell rang, Takara left without a word to Kaiba. Fine by me, Kaiba thought, looking at his briefcase. "You can go now," the nurse announced. Finally, Kaiba thought. He picked up his briefcase and walked out the door to the lunch room. Once he got there, he took his laptop out and set it on the table. Let's see what the girl was doing. . . after a couple minutes, he thought, this girl knows how to cover her tracks, now doesn't she? A few minutes later, he was still trying to track her. He finally found out that Takara had hacked into the school's computer and searched for someone. He pulled up the file she was looking at. "Kaiba," he heard the principal say. Looking up, he saw two kids standing behind the principal, a brunette and a blonde. "I need to ask you something. . ."
"What? Kaiba asked, putting away the computer. He'd look at that later.
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The rest of the day was a blur for Takara. She realized that her birthday was Friday when she met Tea and Tristan. She realized that it was the twentieth (for some reason), and that Friday would be her sixteenth birthday. Kaiba was in Takara's Japanese and gym classes, and they ended up making a contest out of Kendo as well. By the end of the day, Takara was sick of Seto.
"Hey, Taka," Derek called, catching up to her. He noticed how she kept fidgeting with her foot "Is there anything on your mind?"
"Of course there is. . ." Takara trailed off, staring straight in front of her, at nothing. Duke walked over and draped his arm over her shoulder. On instinct, Takara shrugged his arm off and elbowed up wards, stopping just as she remembered who he was. She smiled strainedly up at him. "Sorry. . ."
"It's ok," Duke said, flashing one of his stunning smiles. Takara edged away towards Derek. She felt safer there.
"How was your first day?" asked Tea.
"It was good," Takara replied.
"What was gym class all about?" Takara blushed a little. The Kendo wasn't as prominent as math class, but apparently some people had noticed Kaiba and Takara's rivalry in there.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Takara said smoothly, tossing her long raven hair over her shoulder, and grinning. "Oh yeah, Friday's my birthday. I'm gonna be sixteen."
"Congratulations!" Tea said. She looked like she was about to hug Takara, but thought better of it.
"Yeah, that's cool," Tristan added.
"Who's turning sixteen?" asked an accented voice behind her. She turned to see a boy with white hair and reddish brown eyes. She half raised her hand, then held it out for him to shake.
"I'm Takara," she introduced herself.
"I'm Ryou," he said. "I'm in your history class." Takara smiled, remembering what she had done to Kaiba. "What happened to Kaiba?"
"A bug or something bit him." Takara grinned. "Serves him right. He's the biggest jackass I've ever. . ."
"That's her, Mister Principal." There's something wrong with that man, Takara thought. What kind of principal makes the students call him that?
"Mr. Principal" said, "Takara Isoda! Come over here right now." There was something wrong here. . .
Takara smiled at the others, then turned around to face the menacing voice. The principal was with two upperclassmen, saying, "Are you sure this is the girl?" The brunette girl nodded, while the blonde boy smiled at her evilly. Derek came with Takara.
"Those kids pick on any new kid that comes here a month before any major holiday," Derek whispered to her. "And you came at the worst time. Halloween."
"Isoda, Tommy and Tammy here," the principal said, indicating the upperclassmen, "are saying that they witnessed you defacing school property. And on your first day too! You should be ashamed of yourself." Takara raised her right eyebrow slightly.
"Yeah," Tammy sniffled. Snob, Takara thought. "I was coming back from the bathroom the class before lunch, when I saw her breaking into his locker." She pointed at Tommy. "At first, I thought that it was her locker, but then I found out that six lockers in a row were broken into and destroyed."
"Where are these lockers?" Takara asked smartly.
"You know very well where they are!" Tommy yelled. "They're the ones outside the nurse's office!" Obviously, Tammy had been to the bathroom, and saw her and Kaiba going to the nurse's office. They were talking about the lockers Kaiba had run into.
"I talked to your teacher, and he said that you accompanied Kaiba to the nurse's office. I asked Kaiba about this, and he denied that you walked him the entire way, leaving him outside the office claiming to return to class." Typical Kaiba, Takara fumed. She felt a cold pair of eyes on her, and she looked over her shoulder at Kaiba, who grinned and gave her a thumbs up. She made a face at him.
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"I told you, it wasn't me!" Takara tried to convince Matron. Matron shook her head."I don't know you well enough to know if you're telling the truth," the old woman said. In some ways she reminded Takara of her great-aunt. She was a kind gentle lady, who loved children and wasn't too hard on them. "I'm going to have to punish you."
"No," Takara said, although she wasn't sure what it would be. She'd only moved there late on Friday.
"Your new curfew time is seven thirty. You will have absolutely no sweets, and if you break either of these rules, kitchen duty for a week."
"But I can't cook!" Takara protested.
"Your aunt taught you, I'm sure." Takara knew how to prepare simple dishes, but those weren't even remotely good. "She wouldn't let a person who couldn't cook beans live in her house."
Takara groaned. "But I already have community service!" After futilely arguing, Takara decided just to go through with the punishment. It could be worse, she thought, shrugging.