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The Breakfast Club
Chapter 2
Ryou looked to the door to see Mr. Vernon, the principle of Domino High, walk through the library doors. He looked rather smug for having to watch a group of kids for Saturday detention.
"Well, well," he sighed almost happily. "Here we are." Everyone looked up at the man, waiting for him to speak and then leave! Everyone hated Mr. Vernon, if you saw him, you wouldn't even have to meet the guy to decide he wasn't one to be friends, let alone acquaintances with. "I want to congratulate you for being on time." Ryou sighed heavily as Mr. Vernon looked at his watch.
"It is now 7:06," Mr. Vernon stated. "You have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you're here. Ponder the error in your ways." From behind Ryou the boy with white hair made a hawking sound deep in his throat, threw his head back and spit into the air, before catching the saliva once again in his mouth.
"Agh," Ryou gasped.
"You may not talk," Mr. Vernon interrupted before Ryou could say anymore. "You will not move from these seats. And you," Mr. Vernon walked over to the boy, pulling out the chair from beneath his feet. "will not sleep."
It was then that Ryou noticed Mr. Vernon had some notebook paper and pencils in his hand. 'oh no...'
"All right people, we're going to try something a little different today," Mr. Vernon said, walking over towards Malik. "We are going to write an essay," he said, placing a piece of paper and pencil in front of Malik. "Of no less than a thousand words." He then proceeded to Yugi and then to the boy. "Telling me who you think you are."
"This a test?" The boy asked, putting his feet up on table since his chair had been taken away. Mr. Vernon ignored him.
"And when I say essay, I mean essay. I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times," Mr. Vernon said sternly, before looking up at the boy behind Ryou. "Is that clear Mr. Bakura?" Ryou froze, Bakura was his last name, did that mean? He turned to look at the boy who was picking at something on his jeans.
"Crystal," he said loud enough for Mr. Vernon to hear. So they had the same last names?
"Good," Mr. Vernon told him. "Maybe you'll lean something about yourself." He then retreated to the front of the room so the five could see him. "Maybe you'll even decide whether or not you care to return."
Yugi tensed a little, before standing up. "Uh, I can answer that right now sir. That would be no, no for me sir, because I-"
"Sit down, Mutou," Mr. Vernon snapped. Yugi's face flushed in embarrassment before sitting down.
"Thank you, sir." Ryou smiled a little, he really underestimated Yugi. He certainly wouldn't have had the guts to do that.
"My office is right across the hall," Mr. Vernon said, pointing towards the open door of the library. "Any monkey business is ill-advised. Any questions?" No one said anything, and Marik just shook his head a little, not looking up from the table. Mr. Vernon was about to turn and leave when someone spoke up.
"Yeah. I have a question," Bakura said. "Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?" Marik laughed a little at that, showing his first smile that morning.
"I'll give you an answer to that question Mr. Bakura, next Saturday," Mr. Vernon said, pointing at the white-haired trouble-maker. Bakrua just sighed, rolling his eyes. "Don't mess with the bull, young man, you'll get the horns." And with that Mr. Vernon left the library.
"That man," Bakura said, pointing at Mr. Vernon as he entered his office, "is a brownie hound." Yugi shifted around a little in his seat. Marik took off his jacket, and Bakura reset his feet up on the desk. All was silent for a minute until a clicking sound was heard behind them. Yugi turned around to Malik, who was the one making the clicking sound. Ryou and Marik followed suit, until Bakura looked up as well.
Malik sat there, biting his fingernails. He looked up to see all four of them staring at him, he paused for a second, before biting back down on his nail.
"You keep eating your hand, you're not going to be hungry for lunch," Bakura mocked. Malik bite down hard, and spit the piece in Bakura's direction. "I've seen you before, you know." Malik glared at him before slumping back in his chair.
Across the hall Mr. Vernon looked through both of the open doors, before retreating back to his desk. Yugi sat there, twirling his pencil between his fingers, occasionally looking over at Bakrua, who was staring at him. Bakrua slid his trench coat off his shoulders throwing it over the chair, before staring back at Yugi.
The white-haired criminal wore a faded jean jacket, underneath it was a red plaid button up shirt with the top two undone, showing a white shirt underneath that, and black biker gloves on his hands finished off his appearance as a real rebel. He sat there, hands on his knees, staring at Yugi unblinkingly. "It's the shits, huh?" Yugi said, hoping that would get the boy to direct his attention else-where. Bakrua stared at the small boy for another moment before turning to the two people in front of him.
Seeing Ryou, Bakura smirked to himself. Crumbling up his piece of paper, he threw it over Ryou's head, barley brushing his hair. Ryou didn't look up at all, hoping if he ignored the boy, he would leave him alone. Marik looked back at Bakrua for a moment before shaking his head and turning back around. Bakura thought for a moment before coming up with an idea, he waited a few seconds before humming loudly one of his favorite rock songs.
In front of him Ryou sighed heavily, guessing one of the white-haired fiend's favorite things to do was to piss people off. "I can't believe this is really happening to me," he muttered, putting his head in his hands.
"Oh shit!" Bakura said, stopping his humming. "What are we supposed to do if we have to piss?"
"Please," Ryou muttered, burying his head in his arms, wishing he would just wake up from the horrible nightmare he was living.
"If you got to go, you got to go," Bakura said defeating, unzipping his pants. Marik shot around to face Bakura.
"Oh my god," Ryou moaned, not wanting to look up from his hiding place.
"You're not urinating in here man!" Marik exclaimed.
"Don't talk, don't talk; it makes it crawl back up," Bakura protested.
"You whip it out, you're dead before the first drop hits the floor," Marik threatened. Bakura stared at Marik, a smirk crawling up his face.
"You're pretty sexy when you get angry," Bakrua said, purring a little. Marik glared at him before turning back around. Bakura sat up, breathing out a little before turning back to Yugi.
"Hey, homeboy," he said. Yugi pointed to himself. "Yeah you. Why don't you go close that door," he pointed to the front before looking at Ryou. "We'll get the prom queen impregnated." Ryou whipped around, glaring at him.
"Hey," Marik said, trying to get Bakura's attention. "HEY!" Bakrua looked back over at Marik.
"What?"
"If I lose my temper you're totaled man," he threatened.
"Totally?" Bakura mocked.
"Totally," Marik stated, his voice lower and more dangerous than before.
"Why don't you just shut up," Ryou said, his statement directed at Bakrua. "Nobody here is interested."
"Really," Marik added. "Buttface." He muttered before turning back around, trying once again to ignore Bakrua.
"Well hey sporto, what'd you do to get in here? Forget to wash your jock?"
Yugi sat silently over away from the argument. "Maybe we should just write our papers instead of fighting," he said more to himself than to anyone else, knowing no one was paying attention to him.
"Just because you live in here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass so KNOCK IT OFF!!!" Marik yelled at Bakura.
"It's a free country," Bakura pointed out. Marik sighed in frustration and turned around.
"He's just doing it to get a rise out of you," Ryou said. "Just ignore him."
"Sweets." Ryou turned around to face Bakura, a look of disgust on his face. "You couldn't ignore me if you tried." Ryou scowled.
"I'm not gay," he muttered under his breath, turning around again.
"So," Bakura started out, obviously not done with them yet. "Are you guys, like, girlfriend-boyfriend?" Ryou stayed silent, his anger building. "Steady dates?" Marik tapped on the desk, trying to control his temper. "Lovers?" When no one answered, Bakura's smirk widened even more. "Come on sporto, level with me. Do you slip her the hot-beef injection?"
"GO TO HELL!!!"
"I'M NOT A FREAKING GIRL!!!"
Bakura smirked even wider.
"HEY! What's going on in there?" Mr. Vernon yelled from across the hall. "Spoiled little pricks," he muttered, going back to reading his newspaper.
Bakrua clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, still smirking, and still staring at Ryou. Ryou glared at him again, and turned his back on him once more. Malik meanwhile, in the back of the room, was getting a real kick out of the fight going on. Bakrua could be hilarious when you weren't the one he was picking on.
"Scumbag," Marik muttered, giving Bakrua one last glare.
Bakrua slowly stood up, walking around the table, and over to the landing rail. "What do you say we close that door?" He suggested, sitting on the rail. "We can't have any kind of party with Vernon checking in on us every few seconds."
"You know the door's supposed to stay open," Yugi pointed out.
"So what?"
"So why don't you just shut up," Marik spat. "There's four other people in here you know."
"God, you can count!" Bakura stated, a look of astonishment on his face. "See, I knew you had to be smart to be a wrestler."
"Who the hell are you to judge anybody anyway."
"Really," Ryou muttered. Bakrua stared at him again.
"You know Bakrua, you don't even count," Marik spat at him. "If you disappear forever, it wouldn't make any difference. You may as well not even exist at this school." Bakura was silent for a few seconds. Ryou faced Marik, who hadn't stopped glaring at Bakura. Sure, Bakura was a complete scumbag, but that was a little harsh.
"Well," Bakura said, the mockery back in his voice. "I'll run right out a join the wrestling team." Marik's gaze dropped to Ryou, and the two burst out laughing. "Maybe the prep club too. Student council."
"Nah, they wouldn't take you," Marik told him after controlling his laughter.
"I'm hurt."
"You know why guys like you knock everything," Ryou asked.
"Oh, this should be stunning," Bakura stated, a look of amusement on his face.
"Because you're afraid."
"Oh, God. You riches are so smart. That's exactly why I'm not heavy on activities," Bakura said, his smirk never leaving his face.
"You're a big coward."
Yugi watched the argument for a while. "I'm in the math club," he said, though no one heard him.
"See, you're afraid that they won't take you," Ryou continued. "You don't belong, so you just have to dump all over it."
"Well," Bakura interrupted, a (mooching) thoughtful look on his face. "It wouldn't have anything to do with you activities people being assholes now would it?" 'This kid has read way to many psychology books,' Bakrua thought to himself, rolling his eyes.
"Well, you wouldn't know, you don't even know any of us."
"Well, I don't know any lepers either, but I'm not about to run out and go join one of their fucking clubs."
"Hey, lets watch the mouth, huh?" Marik suggested, although venom lined every word.
"I'm in the physics club too," Yugi said. 'Well, if I talk to myself, at least I know I'm becoming something,' Yugi thought to himself. 'I'll become insane, that shouldn't be so bad.'
"Excuse me a sec," Bakrua said before looking over Ryou's head. "What are you babbling about?" Yugi sat there like a deer in the headlights.
"Nothing," he muttered.
"No, I want to know what you said."
"Well, what I said was I'm in a Math Club; uh, the Latin club, and the Physics club." Yugi had said every word as quietly as he could without whispering, and grew redder with each passing second.
Bakrua stared at him another moment, just to get the poor kid even more embarrassed, he seemed to not like being stared at 24/7. Then he dropped his gaze back to Ryou. "Hey, snowflake." Ryou looked up at him like he just came out of an insane Asylum. "Do you belong to the Physics Club?"
"That's an academic club," Ryou pointed out.
"So?"
"So academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs."
"Ah," Bakura started. "But to dorks like him they are." He then looked back up at Yugi. "What do you guys do in your club?"
Yugi blushed furiously, not liking all of the attention. "In Physics, well, we talk about Physics, properties of Physics-"
"So it's sort of social," Bakura interrupted. "Demented and sad, but social, right?"
"I guess you can consider us a social group, um," Yugi trailed off, still red in the face.
Meanwhile, Marik was staring unblinkingly at the front door, a little nervous. "Look, you guys keep up your talking and Vernon's gonna come in. I got a meet this Saturday and I'm not gonna miss it on account of you boneheads."
"Oh, and wouldn't that be a bite," Bakura mocked, doing a very good imitation of the football team. "Missing a whole wrestling meet?"
"Well you wouldn't know anything about it, faggot," Marik spat. "You've never competed in your whole life."
"Oh, I know," Bakura mock cried. "I feel all empty inside because of it. I have such a deep admiration for guys who roll around on the floor with other guys."
"You'd never miss it. You don't have any goals."
"Oh, but I do."
"Really?" Marik said in sarcastic interest.
"I want to be just like you," Bakrua said, pointing at him. "I figure all I need's a lobotomy and some tights." Marik glared at him, but didn't say anything.
"You wear tights?" It was Yugi who asked it. 'If they can make fun, so can I.'
"No, I do not wear tights," Marik said, anger building. "I wear the required uniform."
"Tights."
Marik glared at him, lost of words. "Shut up." In the back of the room, Malik smirked, drawing on his paper.
At least someone was enjoying this.
Chapter 2 done! Reviews for next chapter!!crickets chirpingAnyone?chirping stopsPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAASSSSSSSEEEEEEE