AN: this miiiiight be a bit confusing, but basically its like such
-- -- means diary entries.
~~~~~ means Ryou's POV
I'll tellya more as we get along, provided you people EVEN LIKE this story
(its rather old, I wrote it awhile back when I was bored.) and yes I know
that charm school is usually for gurlz, humor me. He's effeminate
anyhow! Sides I forgot the name of the boys manner school. Just stick
with it and PRETEND its right.
Bakura looked through the house for something to entertain him until Ryou returned from school. He sighed before struck with an idea, 'go through Ryou's things'. Ryou had previously mentioned that he didn't mind Bakura "nosing about his things" as long as he "tidied up" afterward. Bakura smiled and entered Ryou's room with a new determination to find SOMETHING to entertain himself.
He looked on the bookshelves, in drawers and in Ryou's desk before he found it. One of Ryou's old Journals. Ryou had a habit of keeping journals. This one was dated before they had met...back when Ryou was still in Britain. Bakura picked up the dusty journal and walked over to the bed, sitting down and beginning to read. Ryou wouldn't mind...after all it was an OLD journal.
- - Dear Diary - -
Oh it's simply dreadful! Mother is sending me to charm school! Oh blast it all! She's sending me because a friend of hers called me a hooligan. Honestly I do not know which is worse, being called a hooligan or the fact that mother believed it! Father says that it may be for the best...since I haven't really had much experience. With the two of them so busy all the time...I'm usually left to my own, I thought I was very well mannered. Oh well...I suppose everything happens for a reason.
- - Ryou - -
Bakura blinked. "Charm school?" He continued reading.
- - Dear Diary - -
Well dear friend...today is the day I go to charm school...I do hope I don't cause too much trouble. I don't have the foggiest idea what I will be up against. I do intend to try my hardest though! I hope that I do so well that mother and father will be pleased enough to never take the words of others about my behavior ever again! I'll make that friend of mother's eat her words!
- - Ryou - -
Bakura smiled. Charm school...no wonder his hikari was so sweet and polite. It was because he had been sent to a SCHOOL to learn to be that way.
Bakura continued reading...
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Ryou stared at the large building. "Ryou Bakura?" Ryou snapped his eyes to the headmistress. "Oh! Yes ma'am!" He said looking down slightly. "It is not polite to stare or gawk. Come, I'll show you to your dormitory." Ryou nodded. "Yes ma'am." He mumbled. "Your things have already been moved to their appropriate places." She said as she led him through the large castle-like school building. She opened the door to a room that was furnished just enough to be comfortable. Ryou peeked in...He felt very small in the rather large room. "Your tutoring begins tomorrow afternoon, I expect you ready for them." Ryou blinked and nodded. "Yes ma'am." He muttered going into the room as she shut the door behind him. "Oh my...I might be in this deeper than I thought..."
- - Dear Diary - -
I received a dormitory today...I feel so very small and insignificant in this large room...even the bed has room for more than just me. I was given a list of rules to look over...it's a disaster...I'm not to leave my room after nine o' clock in the evening. I have a small balcony...as most of the rooms do...but I miss home. I miss my small room and my parents already. I can tell this is going to be harder than I thought. They had my clothes taken away too. I only have the clothes I'm wearing right now...and my nightshirts. There are no uniforms here...but they do have to wear dress clothes. Oh how I hate dressing up! No denim in sight! No T- shirts! No tennis shoes! I'll go mad I tell you, MAD!
- - Ryou - -
Ryou wrinkled his nose and got out of bed. "Get up Ryou! It is time for your lessons!" two women said shaking him lightly. Ryou nodded and stretched. "I don't have any dress clothes..." He said yawning slightly. "Come now, don't nary about!" They said shoving him into his bathroom. "Clean yourself up and we will get your clothes." They said shutting him in. Ryou blinked. "Goodness..." He said filling the small tub and beginning to bathe. He scrubbed himself clean and washed his hair, before getting out and wrapping a towel around himself. He peeped his head out the door. "Come now!" Both said shoving his under things at him and closing the door once more. Ryou made a face. "Charming..." He muttered sarcastically as he dressed in his underclothing. He leaned against the door. "Might I come out now? Or shall I just stay in here?" He said blowing a few wet bangs from his face. The door opened from behind him and he tumbled out. "Come come!" They said standing him up and dressing him...or more appropriately, instructing him on how to dress from head to foot.
Ryou made a face at his reflection in the mirror. Black loafers, Black dress pants and a white dress shirt, over which was a gray vest. He looked almost like a waiter, in his opinion. It took all the color out of his mind just looking at his reflection. He felt very...boring. They ran combs through and tied back, his soft white hair back in a refined ponytail of some sort. "There finally!" The women beamed. Ryou sighed. "I look so boring!" They smiled, completely ignoring his comment. "Come on, its time to begin your lessons." He sighed and followed them. He had been told the night before that he would be trained individually until he could participate with the rest of the students, since he had been enrolled late.
- - Dear Diary - -
Today I learned that there are far too many colors that look exactly the same, and far too few correct answers to "Which is better?". I also learned that holding your teacup with your "Pinky extended" means you'll spill it. Oh yes, and there are four phrases one must always use here. "May I?", "Please.", "Thank you.", and "Pardon me.". I don't think I can endure one more lesson like today...it was a complete crash course! They're trying very desperately to catch me up to the other children here...there are girls here! I saw some! They giggle and wave at me sometimes when I pass them in the halls. The other boys sometimes pay me mind...other times not. I believe I'll be here forever...they act as though I am some sort of wild savage!
- - Ryou - -
Bakura looked through the house for something to entertain him until Ryou returned from school. He sighed before struck with an idea, 'go through Ryou's things'. Ryou had previously mentioned that he didn't mind Bakura "nosing about his things" as long as he "tidied up" afterward. Bakura smiled and entered Ryou's room with a new determination to find SOMETHING to entertain himself.
He looked on the bookshelves, in drawers and in Ryou's desk before he found it. One of Ryou's old Journals. Ryou had a habit of keeping journals. This one was dated before they had met...back when Ryou was still in Britain. Bakura picked up the dusty journal and walked over to the bed, sitting down and beginning to read. Ryou wouldn't mind...after all it was an OLD journal.
- - Dear Diary - -
Oh it's simply dreadful! Mother is sending me to charm school! Oh blast it all! She's sending me because a friend of hers called me a hooligan. Honestly I do not know which is worse, being called a hooligan or the fact that mother believed it! Father says that it may be for the best...since I haven't really had much experience. With the two of them so busy all the time...I'm usually left to my own, I thought I was very well mannered. Oh well...I suppose everything happens for a reason.
- - Ryou - -
Bakura blinked. "Charm school?" He continued reading.
- - Dear Diary - -
Well dear friend...today is the day I go to charm school...I do hope I don't cause too much trouble. I don't have the foggiest idea what I will be up against. I do intend to try my hardest though! I hope that I do so well that mother and father will be pleased enough to never take the words of others about my behavior ever again! I'll make that friend of mother's eat her words!
- - Ryou - -
Bakura smiled. Charm school...no wonder his hikari was so sweet and polite. It was because he had been sent to a SCHOOL to learn to be that way.
Bakura continued reading...
~~~~~~
Ryou stared at the large building. "Ryou Bakura?" Ryou snapped his eyes to the headmistress. "Oh! Yes ma'am!" He said looking down slightly. "It is not polite to stare or gawk. Come, I'll show you to your dormitory." Ryou nodded. "Yes ma'am." He mumbled. "Your things have already been moved to their appropriate places." She said as she led him through the large castle-like school building. She opened the door to a room that was furnished just enough to be comfortable. Ryou peeked in...He felt very small in the rather large room. "Your tutoring begins tomorrow afternoon, I expect you ready for them." Ryou blinked and nodded. "Yes ma'am." He muttered going into the room as she shut the door behind him. "Oh my...I might be in this deeper than I thought..."
- - Dear Diary - -
I received a dormitory today...I feel so very small and insignificant in this large room...even the bed has room for more than just me. I was given a list of rules to look over...it's a disaster...I'm not to leave my room after nine o' clock in the evening. I have a small balcony...as most of the rooms do...but I miss home. I miss my small room and my parents already. I can tell this is going to be harder than I thought. They had my clothes taken away too. I only have the clothes I'm wearing right now...and my nightshirts. There are no uniforms here...but they do have to wear dress clothes. Oh how I hate dressing up! No denim in sight! No T- shirts! No tennis shoes! I'll go mad I tell you, MAD!
- - Ryou - -
Ryou wrinkled his nose and got out of bed. "Get up Ryou! It is time for your lessons!" two women said shaking him lightly. Ryou nodded and stretched. "I don't have any dress clothes..." He said yawning slightly. "Come now, don't nary about!" They said shoving him into his bathroom. "Clean yourself up and we will get your clothes." They said shutting him in. Ryou blinked. "Goodness..." He said filling the small tub and beginning to bathe. He scrubbed himself clean and washed his hair, before getting out and wrapping a towel around himself. He peeped his head out the door. "Come now!" Both said shoving his under things at him and closing the door once more. Ryou made a face. "Charming..." He muttered sarcastically as he dressed in his underclothing. He leaned against the door. "Might I come out now? Or shall I just stay in here?" He said blowing a few wet bangs from his face. The door opened from behind him and he tumbled out. "Come come!" They said standing him up and dressing him...or more appropriately, instructing him on how to dress from head to foot.
Ryou made a face at his reflection in the mirror. Black loafers, Black dress pants and a white dress shirt, over which was a gray vest. He looked almost like a waiter, in his opinion. It took all the color out of his mind just looking at his reflection. He felt very...boring. They ran combs through and tied back, his soft white hair back in a refined ponytail of some sort. "There finally!" The women beamed. Ryou sighed. "I look so boring!" They smiled, completely ignoring his comment. "Come on, its time to begin your lessons." He sighed and followed them. He had been told the night before that he would be trained individually until he could participate with the rest of the students, since he had been enrolled late.
- - Dear Diary - -
Today I learned that there are far too many colors that look exactly the same, and far too few correct answers to "Which is better?". I also learned that holding your teacup with your "Pinky extended" means you'll spill it. Oh yes, and there are four phrases one must always use here. "May I?", "Please.", "Thank you.", and "Pardon me.". I don't think I can endure one more lesson like today...it was a complete crash course! They're trying very desperately to catch me up to the other children here...there are girls here! I saw some! They giggle and wave at me sometimes when I pass them in the halls. The other boys sometimes pay me mind...other times not. I believe I'll be here forever...they act as though I am some sort of wild savage!
- - Ryou - -