Leona Saclat- It's alright to be confused about Miho. I'll explain a bit about her, since she's only in approximately four fan fictions on this entire site, (making me extra determined to write about her! YEAH!)
Miho is a girl, whom Tristan likes, who only appeared in the first manga novel, as a quiet, shy, library aide, and the first anime series, as a popular, manipulative… library aide! I think if you go to Janime.biz, you can look up pictures of her. (The site is in Thai at first, but click on the button to make it English, and you'll be able to navigate around expertly.)
Hm… So, I chose to write about Miho the way she is in the first anime series. She's a very manipulative girl. In fact, I think I'll show that in this chapter. There! You gave me an idea! So, this chapter is dedicated to you. :)
"Tristan!" Miho rasped. Joey and Tristan both turned to stare at her. It was the next morning, and the vending machines were… well, broken. Meaning Miho had lost a few yen pieces to the machines, and she wasn't happy about it.
The brunette turned to look at her, his dark eyes muddled with confusion. "Yes, Miho?"
"I'm thirrrrrrrsty…" She clutched at her throat, breathing shakily. "I feel like I'm going to faint!"
Joey looked kind of shocked, while Tristan nodded. "Alright! Joey and I will get you a soda!"
"Oh, but I'm out of yen pieces…"
"Th—That's alright, I'll buy one for you free!" Tristan declared, ever the urbane sycophant. (Yeah, RIGHT.) Tristan and Joey ran off.
Tea stuck her head out the door, a half-lidded look on her face. "Geez, Miho… Do you always have to do that?"
Miho stuck out her tongue. "But it's always so fun to get my way!" she squeaked, right before a textbook hit her in the face. She clutched out her nose, trickles of blood flowing lightly from both nostrils. "OWWWWWWWWWWWW!" she screamed.
"Stupid girl," murmured Bakura, as he stooped to collect his flyaway textbook. Miho placed one hand on her hip, the other covering her nose. Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong with your schnozz-o-la there, girl? I didn't hit you there, did I? Oh dearie me. What a complete butterfingers I am. I'm so sorry. Don't you think I'm sorry, Otagawa?"
Miho blinked at the new boy she hadn't seen before—the one that Bakura had referred to as Otagawa.
"Sure, Bakura." Otagawa beamed at his new friend. Bakura was warming up to him! –That is what he thought, anyway.
Really, Bakura's thoughts on Otagawa were not so like that. Here's what Bakura's thoughts were kind of like.
HEY! A mindless, impressionable, pliable lackey that I can manipulate! COOL!
Little did he know that, in a few weeks, he would find that this was not true. Otagawa could be his own person. But Bakura had no idea how this would effect him.
A/N: So there you go! A little foreshadowing in the way of the OC. I really like Otagawa; he's the regular naïve nice guy. And, by the end of this story, you'll see that he influences Bakura in many ways, both directly and indirectly. He's cool. He's fun. He's Otagawa-kun.