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The flickering flame -the killin' is comming....it's comming -GRIINN-
Oh…I just realized I've forgotten to do a disclaimer. Well, in that case…
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh or any of the characters/storylines, etc related to it. However, I do (unfortunately…) own Princess, Megan, Maya, Dominionet, Rissa and Mekaiya. Well…they are kinda ripped of from other fics which I will conveniently fail to mention, but hey, no-one has to care! -frolics away-
And yeah…once last thing. I know the all-out slutty b!tch MS doesn't occur in stories very often…but hey, Regina from Mean Girls really inspired me for this one. And yeah…I know it really aint much of a MS bashing fic right now, but after I've had my fun mocking them the real action shall begin :D. Thou promises you shan't be disappointed -wink-
Chapter 6. Mekaiya. The other new girl.
The next day at school the gang found themselves at their usual spot at their desks just as they had the previous day. Heads heavy as a constant symptom of winter mornings, many of the numbers that comprised the class were heavy-eyed and blank, looking entirely uninvolved with the world.
Rissa, yesterday's new girl and today's class idol, was prompt as usual, seated prim and pretty in her usual seat next to Seto Kaiba who couldn't help but welcome her blithely presence. Watching as Rissa's delicately thumbed through the notes of yesterday's class work, it did not take long for the male to loose himself in the soft, tranquil demeanor that she expelled. Without a doubt, the haughty, cold-hearted teen was rapidly tumbling into a deep infatuation with this girl, one that reared a wistful lust to be hers. If only there was a way to let Rissa know his feelings for her…it was hard, as the only gestures he had shown her so far were ones of hostility and envy. In fact, Seto thought as he abstained from what he feared were tears, Rissa probably hated him already.
"Geez the teacher's late, I wonder what he's caught up with," Rissa suddenly muttered lightly to herself, face distant yet deep with wise wonder. Seto's heart launched into a frenzy of brisk pounding as he realized that she had just created an opening for a conversation…but only if Seto made the right moves. Gathering his nonchalant manliness together, he summoned all the social skills being head of his business had taught him over the years
"H-he's always this late," The weak words vomited from his throat, and only then did Seto realize how painfully simple and stupid they sounded. What a lie! Their teacher was one of their most prompt in the whole school! He was NEVER this late, thank you very much Mr-I-am-the-great-Seto-Kaiba! He chided himself hard in utter disgrace, determined to make up for his gaffe and more in his next installment of words.
Rissa responded with a gossamer gaze, her brows dropped in concern and lips gently parted
"Really? Is that so? I hope not…late teachers are always such a waste of class time," She remarked, hints of a warm smile teasing the edges of her lips as she spoke. Now it was Seto's turn to speak, commiserate with her plight, to mend what dignity of his that he had broken before.
Calm down now Seto…you can do this…
Before the virile CEO could even muster the confidence to open his mouth, he was spared his heart-wrenching attempts to forge a worthy sentence by the wail of an opening door and the blanket of silence that dropped soon after. Half furious, half relieved, Seto turned to see his disrupter/savior. To his surprise, disappointment and relief, the belated arrival of the teacher had finally come to pass
"Sorry about that class, I was just fixing things for the new student," he muttered, kept busy by the pile of paper he was filing through on his desk.
Suddenly, a very appropriate hush smothered the whole class. Had they heard right?!
"What sir?" Tea, the class perk, went forward to confirm everyone's disbelief. The teacher bristled and huffed a rusty sigh
"I believe pardon would be of more appropriate speech, Miss Gardener," Mr Teacher mildly reproached, continuing before the brunette had time to correct herself or bathe in her newfound humiliation
"And yes, you heard right. Today we have another new addition to the class all the way from Canada! Please make welcome Miss Mekaiya Retepoth," He announced dramatically, sweeping his arm into a crescent towards the open doorway.
Everyone blinked
"But Ris-" Tea proceed to protest, but was sharply cut of by the presence of a new figure entering the classroom…or by the fact that it had sapped everyone's attention in the room and no-one was paying her any attention. Or both.
Right before their eyes, a very tall, supermodel-thin girl strutted proudly into the classroom, wispy flaxen hair dancing gracefully to frame the sides of her well-chiseled face. With full, sensual lips coated in a layer of glassy gloss, she reminded all who laid jealous eyes on her of a top-ranked Hollywood superstar, with the full flirtatious eyes and long, curling lashes. She handled the walk to the front of the class like a model would, bouncing her hips in perfect harmony to her brisk, curvaceous gait on long, toned legs. Perfectly balanced in every rehearsed step, she made the impossible task of walking in 5-inch high heels look n00bishly simple. Her blue school dress was tucked up a few inches shorter than the norm, barely managing to cover half her thigh with its length, yet it only seemed to emphasize the alluring form of her tempting legs. The strawberry blonde hair that reeked of summer to the eyes was let down in an impeccable layered style falling down to her wing bones in a dead-straight yet highly natural looking fashion.
Her bottom lip curled out in a seductive manner as she looked over the whole class with those surf-blue eyes, a slender hand propped expertly on her emphasized hip. As she watched, the whole class stared back; not a single male in the room left untouched, even the hard-hearted Bakura, who freely indulged in the fantasies of her voluptuous curves.
After short moments of being expose to the class, the tall blonde rolled her eyes as a sigh slipped from her full glossy lips. Suddenly, the teacher seemed to jerk out of his own la-la land and resumed responsibility for the class
"Right! Now…Mekaiya…care to introduce yourself?" He asked, as Mekaiya responded with a pert shrug
So that's why has was late Seto thought to himself with an uncontrollable mental shudder. A teacher hitting on the new student. Ew.
"Well, My name is Mekaiya Retepoth and yeah, as some of you losers might have gathered, I'm gorgeous…so what!?," Once again her eyes rolled, "Now don't get all cocky and start judging me, because I assure you I will whoop your sorry ass so badly you'll wish I would've killed you before we met. Oh yeah, and don't bother hitting on me…I find getting picked up by fugly shitheads very humiliating, and if you break that rule, I will see that you'll wish you were never born," She paused, placing a manicured finger upon her plastic-like chin in an exaggerated gesture as her eyes turned upwards, pretending to think
"Oh yyeess…" She added mockingly, her cerulean orbs rolling about as she gave the bitchy glare of disgust
"If you're going to hate me, like, just don't bother because I have my resources and I will find out and come over to your house and bash the shit out of you. And one last thing boooyys…I apologies in advance of my looks drive your hormones crazy…it's not my fault I'm dead sexy,"
She finished this incredulously heinous speech off with the stereotypical aggravated half-sigh, half-growl as, without looking for an "ok" from the teacher, flipped her hair over her trimmed shoulders and strutted down the isle of desks to find a place of her own.
As soon as she finished speaking, the whole class was left in a state of dumb shock. Fear, respect, hatred, confusion, and lust were the predominant essences that lurked about the thick atmosphere the supermodel girl had left in her wake. Even the teacher, stone-faced as the rest of the class, did not attempt the slightest bit to stem the progress of her raunchy speech or attitude. Instead, after the silenced thinned slightly, he made his week comment
"That's…very nice, Mekaiya," Only then did it occur to him that her behavior might be labeled "inappropriate"
"…but," He added, trying to knock the authority back into his tone, "…next time, try to lose the attitude,"
Mekaiya completely ignored the teacher, scanning up and down the isle for a seat to claim hers. And then she spotted Bakura…
He's hot she thought to herself, indulgently appraising the man's virile build with wide, Barbie doll eyes
He's mine.
And just like that, the temptress found herself a project to busy her flirting talents with.
"Hey there," She crooned in her suggestive, syrupy voice. The silver haired ex-thief glanced at her curves, a mask of boredom hiding his inevitable interest.
Behind her, many of the class smirked. If there was anyone colder, more self-centered, brutal, greedy, arrogant, demonic and overall drop-dead mean than Seto Kaiba within the class, it was Bakura, and they were sure that he'd give the girl with attitude hell.
"'the hell you want, slut?" the teen snarled from the corner of his mouth. Mekaiya smirked beautifully, her own malevolence striking a chord in Bakura's heart. Sauntering up to his desk, she placed her hands over the edge, leaning towards him so that her voluminous chest was tactfully on display
"You're a fast one to make assumptions," She hissed silkily, using her sensual lashes to draw his eyes towards hers. By now the attention of the whole class was riveted to the new girl as she attempted to seduce the most unseducable male in the class
Bakura, opened his mouth to reply, but was silenced by a soft, cold finger upon his lips. His usual response was to grab the irksome limb and crack the bones apart, but for some reason, Mekaiya's charm had claimed him like a spell and he was able to do nothing more than wallow in her soft porcelain touch
"Say no more," Polished nails extended out to brush the threads of silver that splayed around Bakura's manly face, sending voluptuous numbness ricocheting all over his body in tingles. Mekaiya drew in the proximity, leaning closer into Bakura's frozen face, lips eased out in a tempting pose, ready to engage his
"You know you want it," She whispered in a volume only Bakura could hear. No matter how hard he tried to tear himself away, he had to agree. He did want it. And rather badly too. Helplessly, like as if something had taken over his mind, Bakura gradually gave into his desires, moving his shaking lips towards hers.
"Wow man…looks like someone got possessed by the OOC leprechauns again," Seto sighed, knowing that the class's only hope of teaching this girl a lesson was depleting into tiny pieces right before their very eyes
"Don't do it Bakura!" Yami roared deeply in his melodramatic, gallant way
But he had to do it. Bakura could not recall anything he wanted more than to just kiss Mekaiya at that moment…even his thirst to claim millennium items seemed insignificant in comparison. Just like a magnet he moved, closer and closer, desiring so much to feel the luxurious texture of flesh and lip-gloss melt against him.
Yami shut his eyes and curled himself over his desk
"This isn't happening…this isn't happening…thisisn'thappening…thisisn'thappening," He chanted the mantra softly to himself, head hidden in his arms, too afraid to watch. Seto watched his classmate's form slumped over his desk begin, to his horror, to twitch
"Dude," He hissed to Yami, "Are you crying?!"
Yami turned to Seto to reveal a red, blotchy face and swollen eyes. He nodded pitifully as he sniffled before letting out one long, pained howl
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRGGHHH!!"
Yami's overwhelming grief of being attacked by Mary-Sues made Seto feel inclined to shed tears and expel his angst too. Without delay, he joined the former pharaoh's wails
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!WWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRR!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
The combined power of the two chorused cries was intense enough to rattle the ears of everyone within the classroom's vicinity, and with that, Bakura was miraculously dragged away from Mekaiya's possession for moments long enough to threaten the two crying idiots with his famous death glower
"GAAH!! Will you fools SHUT UP!!" He barked
"Yes! He's back!" Seto cheered as he punched the air, for once elated at the emergence of Bakura's biliousness. Yami beamed in tall pride, slapping the brunette a high-five
"Go team!" He giggled girlishly. Suddenly, in response to both men's outburst of glee, Mekaiya turned onto them
"So you think you're both though enough to take me on?" Her voice slithered towards them like a hungry serpent. Both males gulped nervously as the femme fatale swung her hips salaciously while she made her way over to them. From the moment her lecherous eyes left Bakura's to have their lapse of teasing them, both Seto and Yami were insurmountably enthralled by her attention. From the curves that took place in all the right places, it was hard for them to abstain from her grace. At that point, nervous natter and chatter from the students bubbled up quickly as concern for the two new targets brewed until it was almost palpable.
Bakura, freed from her spell, instantly flicked his mind back into normal gear. Clearing his mind, he felt the biggest qualm of disgust coursed through him like an internal tsunami with its intensity quadrupled.
How DARE she!! He roared to himself as he uncontrollably threw his fist onto his desk in rage, sending a deafening thud that cleaved every noise in the class. Chaos and the clatter of voices fell to make way for the pain that vengefully crawled up Bakura's fist that he withheld by crunching his teeth together hard. Shame dominated the void of his consciousness, and now, as he put in retrospect what that Mekaiya girl had made him do, he wanted nothing more than to have her destroyed.
And destroyed, she will be.
Without sparing the time to think, he lunged rabidly at her waist, his world closing in until only his hatred for Mekaiya that was apparent.
Instantly, the blond that was reminiscent of a supermodel sensed his attack and lazily turned her head. Seeing Bakura's body going in for a tackle, she grabbed his collar and, with little effort, heaved him over a curved hip. With an unexpected, abrupt yelp of surprise, the man found himself tumbling head-first towards Seto's desk.
"Nice try, Bakura man," Duke Devlin commented from his desk, the rest of the class speechless as his bruised and possibly broken body lethargically emerged from the wreckage of table legs and contents of Seto's overturned pencil case
"So hot-shot…thought you could take me on?" Mekaiya challenged, her head tipped to a side as she held her chin high. Bakura growled menacingly, hardly daring to believe Mekaiya had thrown him off so effortlessly. Needles of rage pulsed down his length, feeling the hunger for revenge well tight in his fists
"How dare you come storming into this school and begin seducing people like you have no dignity!" He half-hollered, half-exploded. With eyes forced so wide one could see little red veins pulsating away frivolously, he picked himself up and fearlessly dawned on Mekaiya. The blond responded by flashing him her accentuated lips
"And what are you going to do about it?!" She smirked lecherously. Bakura's mouth welcomed a grin of conquest
"THIS!!" And with that, he spun around and inserted his thumbs into the hem of his trousers, heaving them down to his ankles in one courageous pull. As he stooped, pants and underwear nestled ruefully around his feet, his bare buttocks became exposed and shoved in Mekaiya's face, which instantly became the victim of a violent spasm (the face, that is, not the buttocks). Mouth wide in disgust, the prissy too-pretty-for-her-own-good girl began to tremble with the anger of being mooned.
"Y-y-y-you!! How…DARE you moon me!" She screeched, so high it forced quite a few numbers of the class to wince.
Bakura couldn't defeat his germinating grin as the effects of his would-be shameful actions took root. His exposed butt cheeks were beginning to feel rather cold, it being winter and all, and the shocked, completely dumbfounded stares the class was issuing him were making him feel beyond insecure and naked. Nevertheless, he continued to indulge in the deserving torture inflicted upon Mekaiya
"What's the matter, I thought you'd like this," He sneered with acid bitterness. Mekaiya's petrified face continued to hold its retarded expression, a slender finger slowly rising to position itself indignantly at Bakura's rear
"Any idiot would know that that is an utterly repulsive sign of disrespect! So NO I do NOT like it!" She wailed. Bakura did nothing but wiggled his cheeks in banter.
A long, slender thread of drool lolled from the corner of Malik's hanging mouth as he made some kind of incoherent gargling/groaning sound. Bakura noticed this and began to be the victim of his own unease.
At that point, Mekaiya looked ready to explode
"Look you rowdy loser! Flash your ass away from me now or else you'll have my foot stuck up it!" She growled. At that moment, a dagger streaked the air and impaled Mekaiya's skull. A cheer rose in the class as the promiscuous nymphomaniac dropped dead on the floor
"OMG!! Princess?!" Bakura gasped, hoping to see his crush appear and save the day.
"No idiot, it's me," The voice of Megan occurred out of nowhere as the girl's complimenting figure emerged at the classroom windowsill.
Seto fainted dramatically in elation.
Bakura, finding this a good moment to blink, blinked rapidly
"What the hell? I thought Leath wasn't going to kill anyone until-"
In a mere fraction of a moment, time abruptly stopped for everyone except Seto, Bakura and Yami as Leath's figure was instantly wrought from thin air and placed before their eyes
"MeH…well, you see, Mekaiya was probably my worse failure as far as MS characters are concerned, and this chapter's taken me WAY too long to write! So yeah…I thought since she was such a demeaning failure, I might as well kill her here and now and end the chapter instead of having to put up with writing more stuff about her…though she might be back later in the story!" The authoress informed the trio. It was now Yami's turn to blink
"So does that mean you're just going to end the chapter here and now without any real logical explanation for it?" he questioned. Before Leath had time to respond, Seto –who I've forgotten is still unconscious, mumbled articulately from his semi-coma
"And that this chapter was pretty much wasted?"
Leath shrugged
"Yyyuuuupppp…if blood must be spilt over this issue, blame Mekaiya for being a crap character!"
"Waaiiit!" Suddenly Seto's consciousness returned
"What about my Megan!" He wailed, concerning the body of the blonde perched prettily upon the window, frozen in time, kunai and daggers snuggled perfectly in her grasp. Leath displayed a wry grin of rue
"Gah…she'll go away as soon as time resumes. Sorry Setokins. T'ill be all worth it in the end," She sighed. Seto's face seemed to deplete in agony as the man backed away into a lonely corner and began sobbing. Leath shook her head with contrite, allowing sad eyes to wash over the supposedly cold man's angsting form
"Tragic it is…totally tragic. Don't worry, I assure you when our revenge is prompted, it shall be sweet," She muttered, before readying her exit
"Oh…one last thing," She added as she turned to the threesome
"As soon as I leave here, time will resume as normal, as if none of this has happened, so I suggest you, Bakura, to pull you pants up," Leath put forward with a impertinent smirk. And then, in an instant, she was gone –not a ripple, sparkly or disturbance in the way the air moved there to give evidence that she was ever there in the first place.
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Leath: -bows head a thousand times to the readers- sorry for that chapter! I don't know why but I felt it to be a really crap one…and it took so long too! –strangles Mekaiya-…all her fault! I thought a slutty, manipulative temptress MS would be a valuable addition to our collection…guess I wasn't as right as I hoped. Oh well, it was kinda fun…and I assure you Mekaiya DEFINITELY will be back!!