Hello again, all! My teachers are insane. Insane, I tell you. It's a conspiracy to give all of us so much homework that we aren't able to get online, meaning we die, slowly and in terrible agony.
Anyways. Here's finally my new chapter. I was a little disappointed with the reviews last time, or lack of them, rather. Oh well. I'm not complaining. Really, I'm not.
Few things to keep in mind...
Kaiba Seto and Kaiba Mokuba are both aquamancers.
Kujaki Mai and Katsuya Shizuka are both aeromancers.
Kaiba Corp: This is not like Harry Potter. Technology is kept up with. Kaiba Corp exists. Seto is still a freaking genius.
Specialty: The first class of the day, where you meet with your fellow magi that have the same type of magic as you do.
Breakfast: Menu pops up, you order, it appears. Kind of like in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
Remember, I try to keep the OOCness down to a minimum, but it's HARD! Also remember that this is a fanfiction, I don't own the characters, but I do own the plotline. This is also a YAOI STORY!
That being said, enjoy!
Also, since fanfiction got rid of all the things I usually use for scene change... DAMMIT!
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Yugi didn't understand how Ryou liked the rain. It was dull, repetitive, and boring, pounding down unmercifully and incessantly. Yugi could have sworn his ears were ringing with the noise. At least the gentle wind that accompanied the rain soothed his ruffled nerves.
Rain, he thought tiredly. Why is it always rain?! Yesterday was nice... Why didn't I go out—oh. For a moment he had almost tricked himself into thinking that everything was all right.
Ryou's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Malik, are you done yet?" the white-haired boy called out impatiently. Ryou emerged from his room, a frown alien on his delicate face.
"You take more time than a girl would, Malik!"
Yugi took in Ryou's outfit: A light blue casual shirt, and semi-baggy pants, with a light gold chain around his neck.
Yugi half-smiled. "My, someone looks nice," he teased.
Ryou flushed. "Good first impressions for the new students and all that," he mumbled to the floor. He looked up worriedly. "Should I go change? Is it too dressy? I thought the pants offset the shirt, but..."
"If I take as long as a girl, you worry like one," Malik announced, sauntering in. His lavender eyes sparkled with mischief as he struck a dramatic pose. "You like?" he asked.
A light violet tank top and black leather pants made Malik unbelievably good looking. Gold earrings dangled from his ears, swaying and gradually becoming still. A golden armband wrapped around his upper left arm, and 3 gold bands slipped around his neck.
However, unaffected, Yugi's mouth twitched into a smile as Ryou sighed, "Isn't that a bit much?"
"No, in fact, it isn't," Malik glared sulkily, for all the world 10 years old. "I look ravishing, and you just don't want to admit it."
Yugi couldn't help it. He giggled helplessly at Ryou's annoyance, and Malik's smug, self satisfied face.
"It's just too sad," Malik went on, his hand now clutching at his heart, "That he can't accept the fact that I'm a sex god and I'm too hot for my own good. It's really quite terrible, isn't it?"
Ryou choked. "What?!"
Malik grinned, triumphant. "Well, this god is dragging his bee-yoooo-tiful ass to breakfast before his gorgeous self is late. Would either of his... shall we say, plainer servants care to join him?"
As Ryou sputtered something untranslatable, Yugi smirked a very un-Yugi-like smirk. "But Malik," he said, wide-eyed and innocent. "You, the oh-so-powerful god... you surely don't need us! I bet you don't even need us to make a shield for you against all the rain. I'm sure the rain drops will avoid wetting your royal.... Sexiness..." he made a face.
Malik gulped. Being an aeromancer, Yugi could simply make a screen of air. Ryou, of course, could just ask the rain not to wet him. Malik, though... Malik couldn't do anything.
"Well, Malik," Ryou said in a sing-song voice, "Yugi and I will just be going now to er... clear the way for your Highness." He snickered slightly. "See ya, Malik!"
"No! DUDE! You can't do this to me!" Malik shrieked.
"Bye-bye!" Yugi's voice sounded echoey from how it carried from down the hall.
"Why is it always me?" Malik asked the ceiling pitifully. The ceiling didn't feel like answering. In fact, in all the years Malik had known it, it never had.
"Shut up," Malik told it firmly, just in case it wanted to start, and left, pulling the door shut behind him, steeling himself for the rain's chill.
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Kaiba Seto eyed his little brother with slight annoyance. The 12-year old was much to awake for 6:30 AM, an hour that had to be cursed by all the gods.
"Seto, Seto!" The boy's tousled locks bounced as he jumped up and down, tugging on his brother's arm. "It's raining, it's raining!"
Both were aquamancers, but leaned towards different sides of the magic. Mokuba liked warm water: hot springs were his favorite. Seto, however, favored ice, snow, and especially glaciers.
Mokuba was still talking. "It's a warm rain this time, not like the day before yesterday." He grinned up at his brother, knowing very well that he liked rain only when it was accompanied by a chill.
"Ch'. Whatever, kid." A rare smile touched Seto's lips as he gently ruffled Mokuba's hair.
Undaunted by his brother's nonchalant attitude, Mokuba snickered. "You're just mad 'cause the rain likes me more."
"Mmhmmm, keep dreaming," Seto smirked.
"Don't worry, I will! I'll dream that you gave me a motorcycle like Malik's. And when I wake up, I know the dream'll come true. Right, Seto?"
"Sure, kid. Anything you say," Seto agreed blithely, crossing his fingers behind his back. "Anything you say."
"Really?! So you'll let me get my ears pierced too, like Otogi?"
"Haha... don't even think about it."
"Aww, but Seto! Wait... you'll still let me get the motorcycle, right?"
"Mokuba?"
"Yeah, big brother?"
"Be quiet."
"You're no fun!"
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Kujaki Mai's eyes scanned the cafeteria before lighting on 3 new faces half-hidden in shadow. Mm, nice, she appraised mentally. They look a bit too much like our little Trio over there... her eyes flicked to where Yugi and Ryou had just come in. Wait, where was Malik? She shrugged inwardly. Not any of her shit. ...so they're not potential boyfriend material. Well, that sucks ass. They're damn hot.
She flicked a wayward lock of shiny blond hair over her shoulder, and went to sit next to Shizuka, who greeted her with a bright smile.
"Mai! I haven't seen you all weekend! Where've you been?"
"Around," Mai answered vaguely. "You?"
Shizuka's eyes saddened. "I tried getting Ryou to talk to me, but..."
"Yeah, I know. All three of them are stuck in an emotional funk. Heck, I even called my Sexie Blondie 'Malik'! I hope that shows how much we care."
"I'm sure he knows," Shizuka said quickly. "They all know. Hey, Ryou looks all right, though... I can't quite make out Yugi's face."
"It could all just be an act," Mai said warningly. "Remember, Ryou and Malik are the best actors in our class. Yugi, though, he's an open book. Better try him later."
"Yes," Shizuka sighed. "Well, we'll see him in Sectionals. His emotions will affect his magical abilities, too, after all..."
Mai nodded pensively. "You know, I hadn't thought of that... nice thinking."
Shizuka laughed and flapped a hand at her friend. "Spare my blushes," she giggled.
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Yugi and Ryou had just seated themselves near a window when the double-doors flew open again, revealing a very irate, very wet Malik. Yugi blinked.
"Uh-oh," he squeaked.
"You know, we really should have thought of the consequences of our actions," Ryou remarked in a light, chatty voice. Then he sighed. "We're in deep shit now..."
"WHERE ARE MY DEAR, DEAR BROTHERS?!" Malik roared, flames flickering in his eyes and aura.
("But I though he was a geomancer," a random student muttered.)
Yugi sank in his chair until only the very tips of his crown of hair peeked out from under the table. "Maybe if we stay very still..."
They'd forgotten that the chairs were made of wood. Malik's power invited dead wood to live again, an invitation the maple gladly accepted. Throwing out new, thin branches, they twined about their 2 captives.
"Well now," came Malik's soft voice. "What have we here?"
Ryou groaned. It was going to be an insufferable breakfast.
Malik grinned somewhat sadistically. "It's going to be a looong hour for you two!"
Ryou's eyes snapped open from where they had drifted shut in mock agony. "I called that!"
Yugi blinked again. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. "Uh..." he said intelligently.
"Maalik," Ryou whined. "Please? We'll be really really good, I promise!"
Malik's eyes twinkled maniacally. "Nope! Not good enough!" he cackled with obvious glee.
"But Malik..."
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Across the room, in a somewhat shadowy corner, 3 newcomers watched with interest as the drama unfolded.
"Y'know," Bakura remarked, "They're a lot different than when they were in tears."
"Mm, I like 'em this way better," Mariku purred, ruining it by yawning. "It's a damn cursed hour to be up..."
Yami's half-lidded eyes blinked very slowly, long lashes brushing his skin. "It's only 6:47. They're much too awake. Someone pres the mute button," he said groggily.
Bakura snickered. "Dumbass."
"NOO!"
Their attention snapped back to across the room, where a certain lavender-eyed blond was shaking his head agitatedly.
"Nonono, Yugi, you know very well that the Puppy Eyes are illegal. Ryou make him stop – no, not you, too! This isn't fair! It's cheating!"
the 3 newcomers couldn't see the Puppy Eyes, and didn't know its potency. The watched in disbelief as Malik sat down sulkily into his own chair, muttering darkly, as his magic gently pushed the maple chairs back into sleep.
"All because of eyes?!" Bakura nearly shouted. "That's not right! I mean, come on!"
He tried his own version Puppy Eyes on his 2 brothers. Mariku turned an interesting shade of green. Yami seemed to go into temporary shock.
"Mariku," he stuttered. "Mariku, the monster's scary."
"Oh, I know," the blond returned, with feeling.
Bakura's face turned into a glare. "What?" he demanded.
"Well," Mariku said, propping his chin in his hand, "Let's put this bluntly. You looked like a wolf trying to look like... a hamster."
Yami nodded fervently, all traces of sleep gone from his crimson eyes. "It wasn't working."
Enraged, Bakura's mahogany eyes darkened to near black. "Are you saying I'm a hamster?"
Ignoring the danger signs, Mariku rolled his eyes. "No, we called you a wolf trying to act like a hamster."
"I act like a hamster?!"
Yami growled in impatience. "He just doesn't get it, does he?" he asked, turning to Mariku.
Fortunately, what would most likely have ended up as a bloody mess was interrupted as the clock chimed 7:00:00. Not knowing what this meant, the 3 froze and sat down. They were surprised when a menu popped up in front of each of them.
"Uhh... so are we supposed to order or what?" Mariku asked, looking around.
"Seems so," Yami shrugged. Flipping through, he said, "Oh look, they have American stuff today, too. Tomorrow they have Chinese, and then after that Korean..."
"So basically, everyday they have traditional food as well as something from another nation."
"Yeah."
"Why the hell would they do that?"
"Do I look like I know everything?!"
"Well, you sure act like it."
This muttered comment earned Mariku a severe bash on the head. Mariku's head, meet Yami's fist. Fist, meet Head. Everyone, meet Bakura's sadistic laughter.
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"Mmm..." Mokuba purred, so much like a cat. "That was really good..."
"Don't eat too much bacon, you'll get fat," his brother replied absentmindedly. His long fingers typed with practiced ease on his laptop, running his business. Kaiba Corp. sold spells and potions to those with no magic of their own. The first of its kind of business, it had flourished under Seto's watchful eye.
"The new students are kinda scary," Mokuba remarked lazily. "I think they're trying to kill each other. And the look kind of like the Trio, doncha think, Seto?"
No reply.
"Seto?"
No reply.
"Seto!" This time, emphasized with a kick, the word got through.
"Hm?"
"All that effort, and all I get is a 'hmmm?'?" Mokuba drew out the sound, pouting.
"I'm sorry, kid."
"It's 'kay. Just forget it. I'll tell you later, ok?"
Silence.
"OK?!"
Nothing.
"OK?!"
Kick.
"Hm?"
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Time for Sectionals. Malik slid into a random seat, bored already. Ryou and Yugi weren't in this class. The only person he knew was Mazaki Anzu, and all she was interested in were flowers. Malik made a face just thinking about it.
"Yo," A somewhat familiar voice said, a finger tapping his shoulder. Malik whirled around.
"Bakura?!"
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There we go. All done. Please review! It just might help me write faster.