JC: Hehe. I got it up, finally.
Thomas: It's amazing...and it's short.
Bou: J has something very important to say to you all. Please listen to her.
JC: ...I am sooooo sorry! I didn't mean to take so long to update. I'd like to make a confession. I hadn't actually planned to start this story so soon. I'm not in the mood to write it. I only posted the first one because someone requested it. So...I'm sorry. It will probably take me a long time to update each chapter until I'm in the mood again. Hopefully, that will be soon, because I love this story and I would hate to be doing it half ass-ed and slowly. So, please forgive me and don't give up on this story yet. I'll try to be quicker next time.
Thomas: Man...that is a lot to say.
Bou: And there is still more.
JC: SUPERWUWU! Erm...now that I have your attention(hopefully) I have a message for you. I am sorry I missed your review, I'll respond to it at the bottom. I have been so absent minded lately. Really, I love your reviews and I can't believe I skipped it. Seriously. Also, I would love to write a Gundam Wing story for you. I would like some specifics first. Any characters you want in it? Any you don't want or want to, like, die or something? Do you want it to center around someone(Duo, perhaps)? Any pairings you want? Do you want a one shot or a series? Angsty, funny, romantic, or something else? Any thing you can specify would help a lot. Let me know in a review, email me, or something. Thank you.
Thomas: Now...since that is all done with.
Bou: Party time?
Thomas: No, standard stuff time.
JC: Right...
Disclaimer: Bou: We don't own Godzilla. I cry at night because of it, but we just don't own him. We also don't own Yugioh. Hell, we only own the original characters and the plot. That is all.
JC: We? I own the plot, damn it!
Bou: Haven't you ever heard of sharing? Greedy little...jerk.
Pairings: Thomas: Not really any in this chapter. However, the story will be mainly Jou/Seto, with little other snuck in every once in a while. It keeps people on their toes about the pairings.
Bou: Um..is that it?
Thomas: No.
Warnings: JC: Um...it is Yaoi. Shonen ai. You know...that kind of stuff. Also, there is some cussing and mentions of the war. Scary stuff. Don't read it if you think you will be offended.
Bou: Now?
Thomas: ...
JC: Did we do an archive in the last one?
Bou: Sure..why not?
Thomas: Well...then let's do it again!
JC: Let's not. No one wants to put up my story.
Thomas: Yes, but for lengths sake, let's do it.
ARCHIVE: Bou: If you want to put this on your web page, go for it, yo. But, you must first complete three tasks. 1. Email JC or let her know in someway 2. put J's name by it somewhere, so people know she wrote it 3. give her the address of the page(which you could include in the notification you give J in step 1).
JC: If you need my email address...um...well your kind of screwed. Just let me know in a review.
Thomas: Was that necessary to state?
JC: Not really. But for lengths sake.
Thomas: You are learning well.
Bou: Now read J's story and love it! I inspired the character of Ramz
Thomas: You did not.
Bou: Did too! Now read!
JC: ...you totally stole my line.
000
All in the Date
Chapter 2:
First Period...(the normal kind of crazy)
Jou had never met Mrs. Ramz. Mrs. Ramz had never met Jou. This is rather obvious, since when you met someone they tend to meet you. However, Jou knew automatically that he disliked her. Mrs. Ramz, for what it was worth, didn't dislike Jou right away. She liked him a whole two seconds, when he first entered the room. She had thought that he looked like a nice young man and that she would rather enjoy teaching him, but then she spotted who he had been dragged into the room by. Mrs. Ramz loathed Bakura. Bakura could sincerely careless. That only made the lady hate him even more. The fact that Jou had been associated with the white haired devil, as she thought of him, made him instantly qualified for Mrs. Ramz's "silently dislike" list. It was one of her lower dislike lists, but still not much fun to be on. Bakura, himself being on the "Bakura list" which happened to be the highest and hadn't existed before his arrival(he was at the top and bottom of the list), didn't even bat an eyelash at the obvious dislike radiating from the teacher as he was spotted.
However, it all made Jou a little nervous. A lot of people may have hated him, but he still felt uncomfortable every time. Being hated, Jou had decided long ago, was not fun. Being liked was so much easier. Makes not getting killed simpler. It wasn't that he was a coward, he just wasn't a complete idiot. Yes, it contradicts what everyone thinks of him but even he's not that stupid. Being killed: bad. Staying alive: good. Best way to stay alive: Don't make murderous enemies. It was all so simple yet so hard to follow. It seemed he couldn't go outside with out making an enemy, or two, if it was a particularly good day for hate. Oddly, or not so oddly if you think about it, his enemy rate had risen since he had befriended Bakura.
"Who is this?" Mrs. Ramz asked, voice flat and eyes blazing as she stared at Bakura. Bakura looked over at the woman, as if just seeing her.
"Good morning Mrs. Ramz. I see you haven't died yet. Good for you." Bakura faked a sweet smile and even Jou was almost convinced it was sincere. If he hadn't just insinuated he wanted her dead, it might have been more convincing, but it was still pretty damn good.
"Answer the question, Bakura." the women growled, glaring blatantly at the offending boy. Jou was beginning to think Bakura was a bit denser than he had thought, because he didn't seem to notice this at all.
"I can't answer the question." Bakura replied calmly. The teacher's eyes narrowed and she, too, faked a sweet smile. It wasn't even half as convincing as Bakura's, as all the hate seemed to leak out of it. Hell, it turned out looking a lot more psychotic than sweet.
Bakura intensified his sweet smile and made himself, somehow almost sickeningly, innocent. Jou figured he must have spent hours studying Ryou to learn how to do that. It really was some technique. Jou should really learn it sometime. Sure, he was a master of the puppy eyes and pout, but that was some damn crazy innocent faking. He'd have to be stupid(which he really wasn't) to not take advantage of having a friend who could do that and learn it himself.
"Why not?" the teacher asked, her voice dripping with venom. Venom someone had poured a bit of sugar on top of, in an odd attempt to make to taste better. Needless to say that happened to fail horribly. Well, they got points for trying at least.
"Well..." Bakura replied, looking rather sheepish(damn, he was good at the Ryou act!) "I'm not quite sure who you are talking about."
The teacher's eye twitched slightly, he fake smile cracking, and she could only replied in a strangled voice, "What?"
Bakura keep up the innocent act and Jou was starting to fear it. It really was too convincing. Bakura could use it on him to get something, and that would not be good. As if having Ryou around wasn't bad enough, now he had a Ryou-clone with a knife collection(a rather large and impressive one).
"Can't you remember?" Bakura asked, feigning worry, "Is your memory going bad? That's not good at all. Let me remind you. You had said: "Who is that?". Actually, you said "who is this?" but it really is the same thing. Do you remember now? Should I get your medication for you?" Bakura let a small smirk slip into place on his face, but he covered it up with a sweet smile a moment later.
"...thank...you.." Saying it seemed painful to Mrs. Ramz.
The lady tried again, her patience stretched practically to it's peek. She about ready to attempt stabbing Bakura with her pen. It would save her a lot of trouble in the long run. However, not wanting to go to jail, she controlled herself
"The blond boy, dear." she spat the word out, like an insult "Who is he?"
The confused face shone out in full force.
"But, Mrs. Ramz...there are a lot of blond people in this class..." he replied, scanning the room and it's many occupants, some of which happened to be blonde(though most were not boys). He gave her a look, a worried look, that showed he thought little of her mental stability.
Mrs. Ramz was not doing so well at this point. Her eye was twitching(something that had developed around the time Bakura joined her class at the beginning of the school year) and her fake smile had shattered into a million pieces. She now sat with her hands clutching the desk in a grip so tight her knuckles were white, her eye twitching uncontrollably, and a twisted expression on her face. It was between a crazed smile and a scowl. Jou's heart almost went out to the obviously distraught women. Bakura was a real jerk sometimes.
"Never mind! Just...God, dear God, just please...take your seats!" the woman cried, twitching a couple more times before slamming her head into her desk and not bringing it back up.
Bakura looked over a Jou, how shot him a quizzical and slightly accusing look, and simply shrugged. He grabbed Jou's hand and wandered over to his seat, plopping down and at the same time shoving the kid in front of him out of his seat.
"Hey!" the boy exclaimed, turning to glare a Bakura. The white-haired teen simply glared back and after a moment the other scooted away from them, muttering "sorry, never mind." Bakura than turned to Jou and motioned to the empty seat.
"You can sit there."
Not in the mood to argue, Jou just sat down and followed Mrs. Ramz example by putting his head down on the desk. He hadn't gotten much sleep, so he was still tired. What better time to catch up on sleep? This wasn't his class anyway.
000
Twenty minutes later, Mrs. Ramz was ready once more to teach. It had taken a long trip to the teachers lounge, several pills popped, and a canteen that smelled like alcohol. The teacher had then proceeded to begin the lesson on World War II. This was fine and all, except for the tiny fact that Mrs. Ramz taught geometry. Finding little reason to point this out, the students listened to the woman as she told them about the war. All was going well, up until Mrs. Ramz told the part where the spaceships arrived.
"They were giant!" the teacher exclaimed, failing her arms out as far as they would go to emphasis just how big the ships were "Bigger than Godzilla."
"No one is bigger than Godzilla!" a random kid replied, frowning at his crazed teacher.
"Who is the teacher here? Who? Are you...you the teacher? Huh, are you? Am I the...the...your not it...am I?" the woman cried, trailing off for a moment as if she had forgotten what she was talking about. After thinking a while, the woman began again, "I am Mrs. Ramz! I am a war veteran! I fought in this war, damn it. I know..I know. The ships were bigger than Godzilla!"
She sent a glare to the student, daring him to challenge her once more. He smartly kept quiet.
"Now, as I was saying. Bigger than Godzilla, we know because we brought him into fight them. He fought nobly and had a hero's death. I dug his grave myself. It was a sad day for the Britain." she stopped to wipe a tear from her eye. No one chose to let her know that Godzilla was a Japanese monster and it had nothing to do with Britain. If they hadn't pointed out that she had not fought in the war, since she wasn't old enough, why should they point this out? Better to let the woman live in her fantasy world until she came to her senses.
"Johnny, Johnny!" the woman cried, reaching out for no one "You damn commie bastards! You killed Johnny!"
"Um...'mama...which war were you..." a boy began, but stopped as his friend shook her head at him, letting him know it was futile.
"This class will be over in 25 minutes anyway." the girl reminded her friend in a whisper. At this point, Mrs. Ramz was on her knees, sobbing and calling out random names, cursing a whole range of people such as "the commies".
As Bakura watched his teacher sob on the floor, a wicked a idea came to him. A smirk spread across his face as he thought about it. It was ingenious! It would cause such wonderful chaos!
"Oh my God!" Bakura exclaimed, standing up and drawing everyone's attention. His face was in mock horror.
"Do you hear that?" he cried "It sounds like enemy bomber planes! We're all going to get nuked!"
The students all stared at Bakura like he had gone insane, but the teacher ate it up.
"It's happened!" she cried, and then proceeded to jump off the ground and run around in circles, "We're all gonna die! Die! Duck and cover, duck and cover, oh God!" The woman began to pull at her hair and hyperventilate. Then, quite suddenly, she dove into the window. A few girls screamed and the whole class was wide eyed. Shards of glass flew across the room as she broke through it and slammed into the ground. The students all rushed to the window, except Jou who was fast asleep through this all, and watched in disbelief as she lay there, now silent and motionless.
000
A few screams, barely hearable, and the sound of an ambulance could be heard from most class rooms in the area. Mr. Voke was looking a bit worried. Ambulances showing up at the school were never a good thing. He wondered briefly why he had chosen to work here. Weird things always seemed to happen.
"Ryou...would you take a pass and go down to the office? Ask them what the heck is going on." the teacher said, motioning for Ryou to leave the room. The white-haired boy sighed. Why did he always have to do everything? Couldn't any of the other students be trusted to come back to the class? Well...ok, scratch that question. It was stupid anyway. At least he got to discover what was wrong, right? Ryou grabbed a pass and was out the door, hurrying down the hall. As he turned the corner, running through his head all the things that possibly could be going on, he stopped quite suddenly. There, standing in the hall, was an entire class. Bakura stood with them, Jou lying beneath him propped up slightly against the wall. The blond was asleep. Bakura looked oddly please with himself. That wasn't good.
"What are you doing out here?" Ryou asked, approaching his yami. Bakura looked over, noticing him for the first time.
"Hey there." the taller teen smirked. Ryou frowned at him.
"What are you all doing out here?" Ryou asked again. Bakura's smirked widened and Ryou could feel himself fill with dread.
"Well...our teacher went a little crazy. The meds say that whatever she took had an odd side-effect and made her delusional. She jumped out the window and then passed out. They have to take her to the hospital, so we get the rest of the class off." Bakura explained with glee. Ryou frowned. Bakura wouldn't be that happy if the teacher just went mad on her own. Ok, so he would be happy, but he wouldn't be looking that self-satisfied. No, there was more tot he story. In the details, probably.
"You had something to do with this." Ryou accused "Explain."
And Bakura explained.
000
Ryou wasn't the type to say I told you so. He would never rub the fact that he was right in another's face. He most defiantly didn't feed of their shame, embarrassment, and humbled respect towards himself. The superior feeling went unnoticed to him. No, the only reason he would say it would be for his friends sake. Only if they really needed to hear it, like a reality check. No, he wasn't doing it to feel above the other. Really, he wasn't. Really. Ryou wasn't the type to say I told you so, especially when he hadn't told them so. At that moment, he wished he had. Wished it a lot. He would have done anything to have say I told you so, just that once. Really, it was obvious something bad would happen. It was obvious trouble. The words had been on the tip of his tongue, but he had pushed it aside. Stupid. He'd get them next time. But still...saying it would have been sweet.
000
an: Man, my notes rock. Ever notice that? Erm...anyway, on to the actually stuff. So end the second chapter of the sequel. You know, I actually wrote the very end of it first. Little fact for you. I'll try to get the next chapter up sooner than this one. I hope it was worth the wait. I'd appreciate some reviews. Criticism is accepted...expected, really. It is also need and appreciated.
And to those who kindly reviewed the last chapter:
Kumori Sakusha formerly Saelbu: (Hey, I know you...sort of) First to review! Good job. I'd give you something but...what have I to give? Thank you very much. Sorry you had to wait. Oh, and I do call it a sequel. All the time. You should, too. It's a fun word to say.
kuroi-sakurapetals: (I know you too!) Yay! I'm happy too. I have a friend who is a rabid Bakura/Jou fan. She was drooling when I showed her the first chapter. I love him, too(but you could tell that). Thank you. You've made me feel much better with your concern. I'm still working on the typo-thing. My grammar is...not to great. Thanks again.
Rayne: (Wow, I know you!) Thanks. I hope you had a lot of sugar before reading this one. Um...how soon will that meteor be coming? I'd like to know how long I have left. Sorry Earth, I'm procrastination has ended you.
Yuriko-chan: (err...not sure if I know you..sorry) Thanks. I'm glad you liked it. I'm hoping that, too. Thank you. It's close enough to Monday.
SuperWuwu: (Yep, I totally know you) Woohoo! I was really hyped when I read this review. Thank you for the song. I'm glad you like the chapter, do you like this one too? I know how you feel...stupid school, always making me need sleep. Yeah, I like making Ryou state the obvious. They're going to be getting into a lot of trouble, trust me. Thank you, my ego is reflating. Good night! You can sleep after you review this...which I know you will. And I am soooo sorry about not answer your review before..so I will answer it now:
SuperWuwu: (again) Loooong review. Ok...yes it was a weird ending. Well...there is a sequel...as you know. I love the new song. Kill Kaiba! It's fun to say(don't hit me, Rayne! I'm sorry!). I'm glad my fic makes you so...hyper. That's cool. Don't worry, everyone talks to themselves. Even me...erm. I totally agree...with everything you have written. Refer to the top about the Gundam Wing thing. Yes, I do adore Duo. He has such a pretty braid. Don't worry, you wouldn't be my only stalker. Light halves! Dark halves! That is crazy, but still cool. I'll join the SPCY! Thank you. I thought the stupidity was endearing.
mandapandabug: (I know you for sure) I'm glad you liked this. I'll try to stop thinking I suck. Thanks for the encouragement. Also, thanks for reviewing Broken Heart For Christmas. AHH! Don't kill me...dead people have a hard time updating. I'm sorry to confuse you. Jou and Bakura are only friends, but Bakura is a very possessive friend. When I was writing this, I was under the influence for my Bakura/Jou loving friend. I wanted to make her happy, so I wrote it in that direction. She was squealing through the whole story, I swear. Anyway, it's not going to get any more serious later on. This is mainly a Set/Jou story. Don't worry, it's coming up.