yamimoon: Hi! this is our first fic!

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yamimoon: Oh yes, we dont own yu-gi-oh, of course! do we look japanese? not at all! red hair is irish!

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"Blah"-talking

'Blah'-thoughts

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He glared.

A shrewd, ice-cold glace that could never-the-less melt through and quite possibly a large bull elephant.

A harmless slip of paper on his desk was the innocent victim of this glare.

"US Exchange Trip: visit new places, learn new things, and make new friends! If interested, sign up ASAP by the end of the week." Ice blue eyes scanned the paper. "I didn't think the school could sink any lower. Apparently I was mistaken."

Seto Kaiba, certified teenage genius, billionaire and professional arrogant jerk wondered why he was even in school. He was, of course, more intelligent than these single-digit IQ teachers. At first he wanted something to do other than work to occupy his time, but little did he know that spending hours locked up in this dismal classroom would take away a large chunk of his sanity.

His thoughts were cut short, however, when his cell phone rang, even though the teachers insisted that there was to be no cell phones in class. They did this politely, of course.

"Kaiba speaking."

"Kaiba." It was those bothersome Big Five again. "Just hold onto your precious company for now, for it will soon be ours! MWUAHAHAHAHA!! You can't hide from us!! MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! We can read your every move, and soon you'll be DEAD!! MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!"

The Big Five were cut short when Kaiba, exasperated, hung up the phone.

Kaiba blinked. He was not having a good day: first his coffee spilled on his nice, freshly pressed shirt, then Mokuba dropped his monthly report into the pool, and now this disturbing, not to mention clichéd, death threat.

'We can ready your every move...' But they would never suspect the great Seto Kaiba to sign up for a school exchange trip to the USA, aka land of the pigs, of all places. So that was exactly what he was going to do.

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