Chapter 5. Rissa, the new girl.
Leath: Yoo!! Thankyoo for all the reviews again!! griiinns esp Adele! (one can never get enough reviews ;)) anyway, time for me to shut up!
additional A:N Ok. As some of you may have picked up, the whole "new student and Domino High who owns a strange item and has a strange aura and strange powers" storyline is possible the MOST FRIGGIN OVERUSED Mary-Sue plot ever! So we'll be taking a break from the Princess-Megan-Dominionet-Maya quartet as I'm going to take my time with this one :D. Also, there's a teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeny weenie bit of Mary-Sue Tea bashing, so yeah…warning you incase some anal-retentive Tea fan out there go bonkers.
The next day unfolded to find out heroes, Yami, Bakura and Seto, seating in class on a perfectly normal school day. Around them were their friends, Tristen, Joey, Tea, Duke, Serenity, Mai, Yugi, Ryou and Malik, talking and brooding away just like every other day of the week. Unfortunately, none of the Mary-Sues that they had picked up along the way were present with them, for each had a certain essential task of theirs to keep them occupied. Princess, after she woke from her mini-coma, obdurately defied Bakura's heart wrenching begs to enlist in his school as she would never defile her name by leaving the richest, most famed private school in the country to join some no-name place called Domino High. Megan flushed at the offer to transfer, but demurred that if she did go back to school, she'd have less time fighting bad-guys. Plus, she was too smart for school anyway.
Dominionet just scowled at Yami when he had asked, and muttered something incoherently about how she'd only get expelled again for picking fights with fools and winning them too easily while Maya, much to Yami's dismay, had not appeared since their fateful meet at the restaurant.
With a sigh, Yami vacantly prodded the curling corner of his book with the tip of his biro, indulging in images of Dominionet and Maya that melded into his mind. If only he could see them again…he wanted so much to be at mercy of Maya's sweet voice again, to feel the awesome power emanating from Dominionet's spirit.
Suddenly, the former pharaoh's thoughts were cut sharp by the entrance of the teacher. Lanky and tall with faint lines of age delicately carved down his face, he greeted the class with his usual 'I'm-paid-to-be-nice-and-smile-at-you' smile.
"Hello class, I have some news," He chuckled, clasping his big hands together joyfully
"We have a new student today!"
The way the announcement was said was like the arrival of this new student was something so honorable and rare, something the whole class would wet themselves with gratitude at. Yami perked up instantly
Could it be Maya? He couldn't help but gamble the odds. She did look around his age…definitely old enough for school. Dominionet was out of the question, he realized as a drop of disappointment gave way, for she had confirmed rejection of attending Domino. Heart thumping violently away in its little chamber deep within his chest, Yami held his breath as he fixed the classroom door with an intense stare. His heart dropped and seemed to implode with a horrible deflating sensation as a small girl with shoulder-length light brown hair stepped into the classroom, arms bound across her folder. But almost instantly, as the girl turned to reveal her whole visage, his disappointments were forgotten in a turn of a moment.
Her hair seemed to have been spun from threads of silk, flowing as sheets of the richest caramel shade of light orangey-brown hair one had ever seen. Cutting off squarely yet neatly at her shoulders, it framed the healthy ivory wash of her very pretty face and accented the delicate, cute curves of her petite figure. With bright, mischievous orbs of sunset pink, she was perfectly equipped with a pert nose and a cute set of smoothly carved cheekbones that etched glints of life into her vivacious composure.
"Everyone, please make welcome to our school, Miss Rissalanne Fotheheart," The teacher announced proudly, turning what should've been a usually insignificant event into something that did not differ far from a small ceremony. By this point, everyone's attention was riveted upon her slim figure as the new girl briefly appraised and memorized the room and faces around her
"…Now, only if you want to, Rissalanne, you can introduce yourself to the class," The teacher added kindly, feeling the bottled enthusiasm that teemed in the little girl. With the most warm, sincere smile and a quick chirp of, "…'kay", Rissalanne stepped into a spot where all attention was drawn to her, taking a deep breath as she seemed to nervously fumble with something tucked beneath her shirt
"Um…first of all, please, call me Rissa. Me and my family moved here to Domino because my father recently got a promotion, and our home is way too far for him to travel all the time. Er…there's not that much to know about me, other than I look forward to making some good friends around here," With that, she terminated her speech with a squinty smile and a carefree giggle, her head softly jerking to a side as the threads of her hair swept with the motion.
"Excellent Rissa! Now if you please, take that empty seat next to Seto and I'll get the class started," The teacher grinned, as Rissa obediently paced towards the empty seat conveniently placed next to the young CEO. Seto cursed Rissa with a glower as he instantly recognized her as a potential threat to his position of class pet, yet he couldn't help but soften at her lively, sweet beauty.
Rissa kept a fresh smile on display as she drew her seat, propping her bag onto the desk and extracting all her necessities.
"Ok class, today we will be learning about Avagadro's Number. Avagrado's Number is a very important measurement in chemistry, and it is more commonly referred to as the mole. Before I proceed, would anyone like to offer their knowledge on this subject?" The teacher asked as he official initiated the lesson.
Unsurprisingly, Seto's arm snaked up lazily. The teacher pointed his sliver of chalk at Seto as he gave a swift nod
"The mole number is equivalent to approximately 6.02 x 1023 , and it's the measure of exactly how many particles are in 1 gram of any certain element," he recited fluently, his vast general knowledge flaunted so much over the years the class seemed immune to its magnitude and dared not question it. However Rissa, who had obviously never been exposed to Seto's intelligence and diverse collection of facts, twisted her face in an unreadable expression as she examined Seto. After a while of wearing what seemed to be a curious gesture, the class was surprised to see the girl's thin arm unfold into the air
"Yes, Rissa?" The teacher inquired, paving permission for the girl to speak
"Actually sir…Seto's wrong,"
An impossibly synchronized gasp, held from the whole class, rose to the roof in surprise. Seto Kaiba, the prodigy who was CEO of his own million-dollar company at the mere age of 16, wrong!? It was disgracefully beyond belief!! Preposterously impossible!!
The teacher stared wide-mouthed at Rissa, dumbfounded
"W-w-what?" He stuttered in a very un-teacherlike way. Rissa straightened in her seat importantly
"A mole is the amount of substance that contains the same number of particles in 12 grams of the isotope, Carbon-12, not one gram of any element," Rissa explained confidently
(A:N if my definitions of a mole are wrong, forgive me. It's my huge, almost-2-moth holiday, I haven't properly used my brain in over a month, and I literally failed chemistry last year. Quite miserably too, might I add)
The teacher flourished his amazement with two brisk blinks
"W-well, yes Rissa…well done…you're right!" He stammered. Amongst all the other astonished classmates, Seto was wide-eyed with horror. He was wrong!! Proved wrong by some kid who'd only been in his class for a few hours! How could she?!
The rest of the class went by quickly for everyone in the class except for a certain Blue Eyes White Dragon enthusiast (Seto). Each time the teacher quizzed the class on their chemistry knowledge, Rissa's hand was the first to sprout up amidst the pack, impeccably finishing off every single problem like there was nothing to it. By each question she conquered, each time she proved her worth over and over, the volatile jealously amalgamating within Seto's soul rose dangerously, pint by pint. He tried to match her, but each time his hand would always go up too slow. In the short amount of time that he had deciphered the question, instigated a search for the answer, and pieced together what he would say to deliver it, Rissa's enthusiastic eyes would've lightened up, as delightful as a set of Christmas lights, as her arm became hoisted like a flag of victory.
By the end of the lesson, no matter how much refused to concede, no matter how much denial he used to defend his high pride, the CEO's reputation of the smartest kid in the class was clearly overthrown. Still, though his all-important pride had been crushed like an egg shell, Seto could not bring himself to hate the chirpy little femme…if anything, those feelings were of the reverse…
Suddenly, the shrill rattling of the school bell echoed around the classroom, terminating the lesson for the day. The students all instantly charged out, the topic of the new girl hot on their lips and itching to be spread.
That recess, Rissa was tackled by a cerulean-eyed girl who belonged to her class
"Oh my gosh Rissa! You're so smart!! Can I be your best friend?" Tea asked as she constricted the girl in her best friendship hug perfected over all her years of friendship worshipping. Rissa flashed her captivating smile as her eyes squinted in that very pretty way of hers
"Of course you can Tea!"
"YAY!" Tea abruptly yelled in glee before releasing Rissa's body, dipping her hands into her bag and pulling out two neon pink rings
"Here Rissa, friendship bracelets!!"
Rissa took one with a smile, slipping it over her left wrist as Tea lopped hers around her right. Just at that moment, Yami approached the pair of newly matched best friends from the threshold of their classroom
"Oh hey Tea," He gave his usually greeting with that formal, deep voice of his, "…and Rissa," He added almost involuntarily as soon as his sight embraced the image of the cute little girl
"Hey Yami! Guess what? Rissa's my new best friend!!" Tea piped cheerfully, brandishing the pink ring lolling off her wrist. The spirit grinned warmly
"That's wonderful Tea," he crooned as he slid his arm around Tea's thin waist, pulling her in for a kiss
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Rissa scolded, her vivacious eyes suddenly holding deadly fire
"This is meant to be a Mary-Sue fic!! What the hell's going on?!"
Suddenly, a random girl made her presence known
"But don't you reckon that coupling's so cuuuute????" she giggled. Yami glared at her
"Oh, and who are you? Rissa's author?" he sneer sarcastically. More giggles tickled the base of the girl's lungs
"Oh no way! I'm a random TeaxYami fangirl! TEEEHHHEHEHEEEEE!! I'm usually that one who turns our poor innocent Tea into one of those Mary-Sues that we all hate so much so you, Yami, can fall in love with her!! EEE!!"
Suddenly a blade dashed down from absolutely nowhere, impaling the random TeaxYami fangirl's skull and cleaving her head in half. Instantly she fell and…well…obviously died. Her blood leaked and sprayed everywhere, fragments of brain wobbling out of the crevasse in her dissected skull.
No TeaxYami fangirl's screwin' 'round with MY story! The rumbling voice of Leath's, dripping with waves of ire, growled as the body of the girl magically materialized away
"Like, EWW!!" Rissa gasped, unconsciously grabbing onto Yami's arm. Feeling wiry fingers contract around his sleeve, the spirit looked and caught hold of the scared lemonade-pink oculars. Suddenly, his mind was engrossed as his ancient powers allowed him to see into her soul right through her eyes. As he fell deep within her orbs, a thread of reminiscence lanced through his heart, triggering his eyes to widen. There was something about this girl…something that went beyond her cheeky face. It was almost like…he knew her.
He might have never figured why, but his eyes then naturally trailed to the chain that was leading down her chest, hidden by her shirt. With an almost automated movement of his hands, he trailed his fingers over the fine silver chain, slipping it underneath his grasp and extracting it from the sheet of her blouse.
Rissa watched Yami curiously, and startled when the man let out a gasp as soon as she felt him lay eyes on her pendant
"It's…another millennium item!" He gasped, a round, coin-like artifact resting upon his curled palm. Rissa watched him in inquisitive perplexity
"I don't know…my uncle gave it to me after he came back from Egypt recently," She said, hoping it could help. Yami just gazed at her, amazed
"The Millennium Pendant," he gasped softly in awe.