Daily
by Lethe Seraph
Entry Five: Mimic
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5.1.04
_ Uhhhh. It's short and pointless…. maaan…
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mimic (v.) 1 : to imitate closely 2 : to ridicule by imitation 3 : simulate 4 : to resemble by biological mimicry
-Webster's New Collegiate Dictionary, p. 725
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Nobody liked a copycat.
Kaiba especially did not like copycats.
Why?
A particular bad experience on the island of Pegasus had started it all. He also did not like cartoons, wine, or white-haired men for the same reason.
Damn Pegasus.
So when Jonouchi started making fun of Kaiba by trying to act like him – and not succeeding at all; he didn't have nearly enough wits about him – it was understandable that Kaiba reacted the way he did.
That was how Kaiba Seto landed his first Domino High detention.
Would he deign to grace the teacher on duty with his superior presence?
A moment of rational thought told him the answer:
Unfortunately, yes.
"Um, ah! K-Kaiba!" The middle-aged woman, flustered, began to stand and bow. "What brings you… oh. Um, have a seat." She gestured nervously at the desks.
Kaiba sighed inwardly and swept gracefully to a seat in the middle row.
"Um, just … feel free to do what you like, within reason. Do, uh, homework, or … read …."
Were all teachers idiots?
"Thank you," said Kaiba quietly, which caused the woman even more distress. She began fiddling with a pen from her desk before remembering to sit back down. For crying out loud…
Several relatively peaceful moments then ensued. Kaiba was almost beginning to enjoy himself.
That was, of course, when he walked in.
"Sorry I'm late, teach!" said Jonouchi cheerfully. "Got held up by Kurosawa-sensei."
The woman glanced up from her book and gave Jou a slight nod. "Sit where you will."
Jonouchi's eyes roved the room, and he grinned when he saw Kaiba.
Damn it! You're the reason I'm in here in the first place! Kaiba glared at Jonouchi, in an unconscious attempt to telepathically communicate the fact that if he sat anywhere near Kaiba, he would suffer immensely.
Jou smirked and sat down.
Right. Next. To. Him.
DAMN IT!
If it were possible for a person to spontaneously burst into flames, Kaiba would have.
He then would have set Jonouchi on fire.
No, stay calm. He doesn't get to you, he doesn't get to you at all…
Not… at… all.
Kaiba took a few deep breaths and concentrated very intently on his fingernails.
A crumpled sheet of paper had found its way onto Kaiba's desk.
He nearly groaned aloud, but found his composure. Should he open it?
Curiosity got the better of him.
Dude, you look pissed.
Kaiba did groan now. Fortunately, the teacher was engrossed in her book. Some monitor she was. He whipped out his pen and wrote a quick reply.
What makes you think that?
Jou grinned.
Well, for starters, you look like Yugi took your Blue-Eyes and ripped it to shreds…
It's called 'sarcasm', mutt.
It's called 'a sense of humor', egomaniac.
I didn't know you knew that words with more than three syllables existed, let alone had the ability to use them.
Jonouchi frowned and paused for a moment, before grinning and scribbling his retort.
So, you don't know it all after all. Ha. I've found you out, Seto.
Since when can you call me 'Seto'?
Since now. You were given the name for a reason, right?
I don't know why I'm conversing with you.
I can answer that one.
Go right ahead. Kaiba challenged, throwing a small smirk in Jou's direction.
You have nothing better to do.
……..You could be right.
You know I'm right.
The teacher looked up. Kaiba quickly put his head back behind the book he had previously been reading, and Jou followed suit.
There was only one problem with that-
Jou hadn't had a book.
He was now reading over Seto's shoulder.
And we all know how much Kaiba loved being copied.
The two were in detention all of the next week.