I've got it! I've got it! I know how to approach this new chapter!

Um, yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhh.

So anyway, here is the next chapter of the story, at school, and I hope you enjoy it.

Oh, and people, it'd be nice if you reviewed, ya know.

Do I really need a disclaimer? Seriously, if you don't know I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh by now, you have serious issues

and/or ADD.

A Sharp Little Friend

Chapter 3

By SarcasticallyShy

Grey, that sort of I'm-going-to-rain-but-only-when-you-don't- have-an-umbrella grey; It swirled around at a sluggish pace, but when you looked up again, the cloud's formation had changed and it's darker and lighter areas had changed places; It covered the whole sky, roof to roof, building to building, horizon to horizon.

That's how the sky looked when I gazed up at it from outside my apartment building. The streets were wet, small rivers flowing down it.

"Odd," I mumbled, "I don't remember it raining."

I trudged down the sidewalk, being careful to stay out of any deep puddles. It was a strange thing, walking to school. I walked there every year, the same route for over half the year, and yet, if you asked me, I wouldn't have been able to tell you exactly how to get to my home. I knew the way, sure, but only by instinct; I rarely ever remembered how I got to and from school. All I know is that I can get to both places without even having to think about how to get there. Hn.

The school came within sight and I could see Yugi-tatchi standing outside the gate, chatting and laughing with each other. They were all there: Yugi, Jounouchi, Honda, Anzu. But not me.

A small, sarcastic smile played across my lips as I thought of it. They had gotten self-involved and egotistic, the lot of them. I had noticed and tried to get them to change before it was too late. Unfortunately, I had been too late to act. They simply told me that I was insane and that Bakura was really in control, not me, and told me to let go of Ryou's mind. But it was me! My mind! Bastards, couldn't even tell their own friend--- no, x-friend---from a 3,000 year old spirit. Perceptive, aren't they?

After that incident, I abandoned them. Well, in truth, they abandoned me, since I wouldn't have been able to get close to them whether I wanted to or not. We didn't talk, didn't make eye contact, they were even mean to me. Jou had placed laxatives in my sandwich. Honda framed me for tagging on the school building. Even Anzu spread rumors around that I was a she-man. She's more of a she-man then I am!

With a deep breath, I calmed the anger that raged within me and passed the group of bastards quickly and quietly. I didn't bother to look back until I had made it to the front door. They hadn't noticed me. Good, I didn't need that this morning.

After putting my extra things in my locker, I headed to my first class---English. We were taught how to speak, write and read in English there, and most students' dubbed it the worst class ever (second, of course, to P.E.) However, living in England for about half your life had its perks. I always got an A in that class.

I slid open the door and sunk into my seat, set up my books correctly and with a slight perfectionist way, and sat there, watching all the students file in. It was another hobby of mine, though not as satisfying as cutting, but it was interesting watching how normal people acted. How their faces lit up at good news or the arrival of a secret (or not so secret) crush, how some had that just-rolled-out-of-bed look: eyes half closed, hair mused and pace slow. Every one of them had their own air or appearance, all unique in certain ways. My people-watching came to a halt when the teacher stepped in after grabbing a late cup of coffee. I don't know if that's even allowed.

"Good morning students," greeted the teacher (who happened to be Mr. Takashi).

"We have quite a lot to get done," continued Mr. Takashi, "so if you'd all just shut up for the remainder of the class. Alright, I want you all to write an essay on what song you can best relate to. Any song, I don't care. It can have every cuss word in the book, as long as it's written well, I don't give a damn. Three pages, due next Monday. You have the rest of the class period to get started. Oh, and shut up." With that, Mr. Takashi sat down and pulled out a book titled Heartthrob by Shigure Sohma (1). I had a bad feeling about that book. . . .

But now, what to do about that essay? I don't listen to many songs; I like to occupy myself with my two hobbies and avoiding Bakura in a bad mood at all costs. Music never made its way into the plan. What to do, what to do. . . .

My arms itched. I really, really, really itched. I started to scratch at it. As my nails raked against my flesh, I felt something warm and wet and sticky touch my fingers. My eyes widened as I watched the blood seep through my sleeve. Damn!

I raised my hand, rather timidly at first, but with my problem at hand, I convinced myself enough to call out "Mr. Takashi?"

The teacher didn't even look up just waved his hand towards the door, as if he already knew what I was going to ask. I wasn't about to discipline him mentally for it, though, because my reason would've made him say no.

After escaping, I raced toward the bathrooms as fast as my loud feet would permit, trying to keep blood from spilling onto the ground. My heart was pounding a mile a minute and my breathing was labored, I was panting and gasping with worry and fear. Cold sweat dripped down my face as my vision clouded with a brand new headache complete with mallet to hit my cranium with attacked me with full force.

God, I hate Mondays. . . .

(1) In book 2 of Fruits Baskets, Shigure tells Tohru that he's an author and to prove it, he shows them alltwo of his books. The second book is called Heartthrob (I know because I read it) and it's a, well, a naughty book, if you get my drift.

That's all I got so far. Now, what song should I do? I was thinking Welcome to My Life by Simple Plan, but if you have any suggestions, by all means e-mail me or review and tell me and I'll take it into account when I draw the winner out of a hat.

Anyway, please review and tell me your song ideas!