DevilsPrincess- Aww! Your review more than made up for your laziness, yeah it did. :D Your review meant SO much to me! Especially because all of the things that you said you liked, are the things that I've been trying to achieve in this fic! You're awesome! You're great!
Akio the Dragon- Oh, the last time I heard it was sometime this year, probably out of my own mouth as a joke… Hm, yeah, that's probably right. And of course Bakura lives in D-hall! It reminded me of Archie, how he is always in detention in those comic books. :D Though I just thought of that now. O.o; Hey, it inspired me without me even thinking about it! Heh! But, yeah, Bakura would be in it a lot—tru dat. ;P
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"Sigh…" Miho, well, sighed. She was in the library. The place smelled like chalk, and the musty, offensive odor made her want to gag. Hundreds of books were placed crookedly on the sleek, black bookshelves, forming shadows as the sun filtered through the window and tried unsuccessfully to light every corner of the headlightless library. The library was still very large, though, and maybe a dozen and a half people were there, trying to eat their lunches in secret so as not to get caught—usually the losers who were afraid to eat lunch in the cafeteria—and then the smart-but-preppy girls who liked somewhere to hang.
So, if the library was so smelly, dark, and filled with geeks and/or hags, why was Miho there? You may want to know this. Experts have speculated that this may be because she is, in fact, a library aide.
Anyway, she was thinking about someone.
Someone she… (woo—OOOH!) loved.
And no, that someone wasn't Ryou. She had liked Ryou, of course, yes. But he was gone. He had a new girlfriend. He was living on a different continent, for Pete's sake! If that's not a sign that he didn't like her, what was?
And by the way, you may think its Bakura. Well I am here to tell you: heck no! This guy had a lot more class… and was more anti-social than even Bakura.
Have you guessed it be now?
I'll give you a few seconds to think about this.
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It was Seto Kaiba.
Yes, Miho liked Seto. As a preppish fangirl, she was bound to, wasn't she? Most of the girls at Domino High School thought that Kaiba was an obnoxious jerk with an overblown ego.
Miho knew he was, but that didn't stop her from thinking that he was cute. Shallow, yes, but, hey…
The doors opened. Miho's eyes turned towards the door. She raised an eyebrow as she saw Joey walking into the room, holding some Goth's books. This Goth had glossy black hair that reached a few inches above the backs of her knees. Miho shrugged.
"Akazaya-san?"
"Hm? Oh, Miho-san… Yeah?" The girl balanced her books against her hip and stared lazily at Miho.
"That hagiography you got on Vladmir Dracul is in."
Akazaya's eyes lit up. "Oh, neat-o! Thanks, Miho. I'll pick it up when I find some more books to check out, okay?"
Miho nodded wearily. Akazaya was one of those Gothic girls who swore she was a vampire. Those soi-disant vampires just bugged the heck out of her… at least, they used to. After learning the truth about the Millennium Items, she supposed anything could happen…