Okay here is the sixth chapter of Psychotic Double, I hope you enjoy it, and don't fret about the end, the next chapter should be up straight away!
Flower Petals and myself do not own Yu-Gi-Oh so if you're a loony out to sue us no point to it! WE DID THE DISCLAIMER! :P
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All was quiet in the corridors of the old castle that was currently being used as a school. And why wouldn't it be quiet, it was a Monday morning, 8:25 a.m. and most students were still asleep.
However I did say most, ne? A lone figure wondered the halls with a mop and bucket cleaning the floors before the pesky mob of students had a chance to trample them with their muddy shoes and litter. The cleaner, Ms. Hardy whistled quietly as she went along, mopping away the small specks of left over mud and leaving the floors sparkling. When she reached the bulletin board she looked up and a shrill shriek pierced the halls.
"NOT THE PROM!"
####/o/####
Now as all normal teenagers – then again maybe saying normal is a bit extreme – Ayera and the gang were all soundly asleep in their beds, their alarm clocks eagerly counting down the seconds until they could wake the little buggers with that annoying bleeping sound they had perfected over the years. Ayera snored softly as she rolled over, dragging her covers with her.
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She rolled back somehow managing to tangle herself in the many satin sheets.
9
Something along the lines of "Sunshine, rainbows, lollipops, tra . . . la . . . la . . . la!" escaped her lips as she slept.
5
A book coincidentally fell off of the bookcase located in one of the corners.
4
Ayera twitched.
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She moaned slightly, subconsciously bracing herself as she slept.
1
BLEEP BLEEP BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
Shooting out of the bed faster than a rocket Ayera belted her alarm clock with the baseball bat she kept beside her bed. The clock stopped its incessant bleeping and sat in innocent silence as if it had done nothing. Grumbling in annoyance the tousled girl attempted to disentangle herself from the bed sheets.
"Damn, bloody thing interrupted a perfectly yummy dream of Brad pit in that oh so sexy armour!" She complained finally wrenching herself free and bouncing to her feet. She rubbed her gritty eyes and sighed before tiredly approaching her ensuite and going in. She took the quickest shower of all time and dried off before dressing in her faded bell bottom jeans super high black stilettos and a silver sequin tank top. She brushed her wet hair out and applied the usual black eyeliner, mascara and lipgloss before walking out of her rooms and directing herself toward Bakura's and Ryou's room. Without knocking and knowing for a fact that they never bothered to lock their door she waltzed right in and started clapping.
"GET UP, IT'S A SCHOOL DAY!" Ayera trilled. Ryou groaned.
"Isn't this the exact reason I took a holiday?" He grumbled before snuggling further under the covers.
"Just get up and get ready so she'll shut up and leave me to sleep!" Bakura growled heatedly.
"Oh no, no, no! You know the funniest thing is, when I was at school yesterday I enrolled you, Marik and Yami too! So get up off your lazy ass and get ready, school starts at nine o'clock." Ayera chimed. The chiming though didn't stop the threatening note in her voice. Bakura hissed like a cat and shot up.
"YOU DID WHAT!?" He screamed.
"Hey, after that incident with the towel the other day did you really think I'd let you off with just a kick in the groin, oh no mister, I take revenge!" The already dressed girl answered venomously. It was Bakura's turn to groan and flop back onto the bed. Starting to get annoyed Ayera marched over to Ryou's bed and grabbed him by the ear before doing the same to Bakura and shoving them both into the bathroom. She stood there and glared at them until they both reluctantly promised to get ready. Satisfied with the result she started over to Malik and Marik's room. She knocked, all too aware that her cousin would already be up, the early bird that he was. Malik opened the door and stepped aside for her to enter. She did so with an evil smirk plastered on her face and crept to Marik's room but not before a pit stop to the kitchen. She silently entered the room and right when she was leaning over Marik's sleeping form she crashed the two pot lids together creating an ear splitting shriek throughout the room. Marik woke instantly and whirled over to grab Ayera's wrists in a death grip. With a cheesy grin on her face Ayera looked at him innocently.
"Get up, you have to get ready for school." She said sweetly. The yami's face slowly settled into a confused expression.
"Wha?" He asked groggily as he rubbed his eyes.
"Oh, I enrolled you and the others in school." Ayera informed him, trying - but failing miserably - to play innocent. Marik's face contorted in a mask of rage.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?" He screamed. Ayera's face settled into the evil smirk that seemed to come so naturally to her that morning.
"You are going to school." Behind them they heard laughing and when Ayera tossed a glance over her shoulder she found Malik doubled up with laughter.
"Marik . . . go to . . . school? Teehee, that's funny!"
"Uh, I'm not joking . . . I really did enrol, him, Bakura and Yami." Ayera said seriously. Malik immediately sobered.
"Oh, in that case he better get ready on time, I don't want to be late." He replied cheekily. Ayera nodded and dragged Marik from the bed as best she could with him still gripping her wrists and into the bathroom. When Marik made no move to let go or shower Ayera growled and went to remove his – ahem – sleep clothes. A faint blush crept onto Marik's face and he pushed her hands away before moving his grip to her forearms and pinning her to the glass shower door. Blush already gone he lowered his head and whispered huskily into her ear, "Care to shower with me?" Ayera sniffed snootily and sidled away from him. His grip broke.
"No thanks." She said coldly. Marik grinned and waited until she was out of the door to shut it.
Ayera walked shakily over to the couch. Marik asking her to shower with him – even if he had been joking – had sent her heart racing and she was preoccupied screaming at herself to calm down. 'I don't like him do I?' She asked herself mentally, thinking back to the night at the club and that particular stab of jealousy she had felt. She shook her head and then another thought plagued her, 'Why was my reply so cold, he was only joking, but I acted like he was being serious.' She growled in frustration and jumped up. Malik gave her that look that clearly said, you're-fucking-psycho! Ignoring him she walked out and decided to head to school early to clear her mind.
####A little earlier####
Marik stared at the closed bathroom door. He'd only been teasing but when she had replied so coldly he started to wonder if he'd upset her. Had he . . . upset her? He growled in irritation and started undressing. He needed a shower, desperately!
####/o/####
The nerd squad was squatting in their usual vantage point in the lavender bushes that their one true love, Ayera walked past every morning. They knew this for a fact, just like they knew what clothes brands she bought, what shampoo she used and what – ahem – tampons she used. They had studied her like a zoologist studies an endangered animal species. And they updated their information once a month.
The leader of their little tribe had even created a website devoted to her, with quotes that she used, pictures of her in the skimpiest bikinis or skirts and all of her information. She was their Venus.
"Okay, you all have your copies of the plan?" Steve the leader and the one with the least acne infested face demanded. The others held up the pieces of paper containing the information on the 'plan.'
"Yes, we have the information, she will arrive in 5,4,3,2,1, BINGO!" Rob the least obsessed of the group announced. Ayera somehow managed to stay perfectly balanced even wearing four-inch high black stiletto shoes. The nerds gawked at her until Steve cleared his throat.
"Move out!" He ordered, and so the nerd squad started the first phase of their genius plan.
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Ayera entered the schoolyard all too aware that the nerds were once again watching her go by. She had no clue why they hid in the lavender bushes instead of just openly gawking at her like every other guy in the school. But she had no time for these thoughts at the moment, her mind was trying to focus on Marik and why she kept mixing her signals around him. Heck, she confused herself around him, and she never – well not usually – got confused.
"Creepy, I feel like I'm being watched – oh, wait, I am!" She muttered casting a sour look over her shoulder to where she knew the nerds were gathered. And that's when they piled out of the bushes and started charging toward her. Eyes open wide and brain fighting to register anything she started running away from the pus-nosed freaks. The heels may be high but she had perfected running in 6 inch heels so 4 inches wasn't a problem. As she ran she heard the shouts of her pursuers behind her and they were definitely gaining distance fast.
"Must . . . get . . . out . . . of HERE!" She panted. Finally slowing her pace from lack of fitness she came to a stop altogether and turned to face the people chasing her. Some of them had collapsed along the 20-meter stretch of running but most of them skidded to a halt in front of her and leered.
"Hello Yera-dear . . ."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
####/o/####
Marik twitched, 'I swear I heard Ayera scream just now . . .'
####/o/####
Ayera kicked frantically as she was dragged into a grimy cubby house in one of her captor's backyard. The pesky little buggers had tied her up using a length of rope so that she couldn't kick or punch them but had tied the bindings a little too tight. Needless to say her circulation was being cut off and her body was going numb. Also they had stuffed an old dirty handkerchief into her mouth and had tied a piece of the rope around her head so that she was gagged and blindfolded.
"Mpht mef shmogh!"
"What was that?" Steve, the leader of the nerd kingdom asked curiously. Ayera attempted to spit on him but gagged on the disgusting cloth shoved into her mouth. Steve chuckled and his face hovered centimetres from her own. "Meet our demands and we'll let you go."
"Mut shda mfudgeh d'ajh mwun?!" – What the fuck do you want?! -
"Tut, tut, language." Steve murmured licking his coldsore covered lips – I will now take the time to inform you that coldsores are a form of herpes! . -
"Mi'wll visj fugh lsanghuahge, kahjhole!" –I'll give you language, asshole! –
Steve once again licked his lip before running a greasy finger along Ayera's jawline. The bound girl flinched and glared at him hatefully.
"I hate you!" She hissed, miraculously managing to dislodge the gag and spit it out. A flicker of some foreign emotion danced in her hideous captor's blue eyes
"That doesn't matter, as long as I get my way!"
"I WILL NOT SLEEP WITH YOU!" Ayera screamed in stubbornly. Steve looked aghast.
"What do you think I am a perv-"
"YES!"
"-ert?" He finished. "I'll come back when you've had time to think about this." /SLAM/ The door rattled considering the wood was flimsy and Ayera was left alone with the slugs and centipedes.
####/o/####
Yugi bounded into the classroom holding a flyer in his small hand and waving it about like a lunatic.
"THE PROM!" He shouted in excitement. Murmurs of disbelief started around the classroom and girls flew towards the boys in a flash asking them to go with them. Of course Bakura, Marik and Malik were all being swamped by girls wanting to go with them. One particular slutty girl draped herself over Marik assuring herself that her skirt was flashing half her ass before she looked into his eyes and smiled seductively.
"Go with me to the prom?" She purred, her arms encircling his neck.
"Whatever."
"Is that a yes?"
"I guess."
"YAY!" The girl screamed jumping up and down in excitement. Bakura accepted the first girl who asked and Malik was basking in the attention prolonging each rejection. People were everywhere and no matter how much the teacher tried she couldn't control them. Then the empty seat caught her eye and she screamed, "HAS ANYONE SEEN AYERA?" The students all stopped and one of the girls quirked a brow.
"She's probably wagging with the smokers again!"
"So she isn't here." The teacher murmured before going back to attempting to attract the class' attention.
####/o/####
Ayera muttered various obscenities under her breath while she waited for the bloody asshole to return and make his demands. She had given up screaming a while back and resorted to cussing the hell out of the grimy place and its slimy inhabitants. It didn't help that the creepy pests had tried numerous times to crawl down her top, in fact she thought there was one making itself comfortable inside her bra. The door opened and Steve stepped in, smirking at her.
"Here are our demands, you are to go to the prom with us and act like our girlfriend!" He declared. Ayera wanted to puke but instead she asked, "That it?" The pus-nosed idiot nodded and she huffed.
"Fine!" She agreed. Steve chuckled and bent to release her.
"If you think of trying to get out of it, the consequences will be unpleasant." He warned before shoving her out and shutting the door.
Ayera took a deep breath and put her hand down her bra. She felt the hair legs of the crawly thing and the body and . . .
"OH SHIT! SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDER!" She screamed in terror, dancing around trying to get it out. The spider bit her hand and dropped from its hiding place to scitter to safety. Totally freaked out by the arachnid Ayera dashed from the captor's backyard and out onto the familiar street.
She was not going to school after that . . . no she needed a shower to rid herself of the feel of the spider and the slimy, grimy cubby house.
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Well there is the next part, I leave the rest to Flower Petals . . . I wish you good luck my friend (Pats flower petals on the back and runs screaming about a spider.)
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and please review so we know what you think!
Luv Lys and Saj