Hello, 'm back.

Disclaimer: Yugioh isn't mine. It will be, along with the world, but currently, it isn't mine.

There's many foreshadowings in this story.

Story start ch 2

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The gang gathered their stuff, and set off to English class. They were walking down the hall, when they saw hey I rhymed Kaiba.

"Hey Kaiba!" called Yugi.

"What?" asked Kaiba, annoyed.

"Did you know about the poetry contest?" asked Yugi

"Why would I enter a poetry contest? I have much better things to do with my time." Kaiba said, more annoyed than last time.

"Ya hav ta. It's for a grade." Said Joey with a smirk on his face.

"Dogs can't write poetry." Kaiba said. The smirk gliding off Joeys' and onto his face.

"I'll teach ya ta call me a dog!" Joey gritted through his teeth, while the others held him back.

"Don't break your leash" Kaiba said enjoying this scene.

"So what are you going to write about, eh Kaiba?" asked Tristan

"That's my business only." said Kaiba, walking away.

'What am I going to write?' Kaiba thought 'I have to win that contest, and show that mutt who's holding the leash.'

That night, at the Kaiba mansion

Important: I wrote this when I had on that song from Beauty and the Beast tale as old as time,. I almost cried!

Kaiba was sitting in his room. The only light was from his computer. He was getting very annoyed as he, as he read what he wrote so far of his poem.

"Seto Kaiba

English pd. 6

Poetry Contest"

'I have to think of ideas! I could always just hire someone to write it for me. No, the teacher knows how I write, but what do I write about?

The door creaked open

"Hey Bro" said Mokuba.

"What's the matter?" Kaiba said with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Seto" he said more seriously "I've been thinking…a lot."

"About what?" he asked, a lot of concern in his voice.

Mokuba hesitated, than said "Our parents"

Seto staggered "W..what about them?"

"Where are they?" Mokuba asked.

"They're dead, we've been through this." Seto said

"I know, but where did they go after they died?" Mokuba asked.

Seto hesitated a long time. He didn't want to hurt Mokuba. Finally he answered, "They're in heaven."

"What's heaven?" Mokuba asked

He hesitated again "Heaven is….

The next day at school

Joey was sitting in his study hall near a window. He was looking out the window, thinking 'Oh great, It's rainin. I'm not getting' inspiration here. I have to win that contest. I have to get to that college. I have to show Kaiba, who's the dog now?'

In the library

Yugi was sitting at a table. A notebook, a pen, and a yami close by him. 'What am I going to write about?' asked Yugi desperately. 'Your in a library, look around for inspiration.' said Yami. The next moment, Yugi saw a poster of a boy holding a book, leaning on a tree near a lake. The poster had big lettering in blue saying 'Read in Life'.

That night at the Gardeners

Tea was up in her room. She was staring at the ceiling. 'This is a stupid contest.' She thought as she turned on her boom box, and started listening intently for in inspiration.

REALLY late that night at Ryous' house

Ryou was in bed, but not sleeping. Instead he had a flashlight on, while sitting Indian style, with the blankets over his head. 'That should do it.' He thought as he hid away the poem. Stealing a glance at the millennium ring that was sitting on his bedside table. He frowned, than got into bed, than fell asleep.

The next day on the school bus

Tristan was holding his head in his hands. 'A poem, A poem, A poem. How do poets do this?' Thinking harder than he ever thought before he started writing.

In Mrs. Doves' English class on Mon 13, 2005

"I hope that you all have created your poems." She glanced around the room "Good, now five out of the twenty of you will have your poems submitted. I will have the poets' names on Monday. The finals will be held in Tokyo on Friday. Good luck to all of you." She collected the poems.

The bell rang That night at the Doves

Mrs. Dove was sitting on the couch in her nightgown. A lamp and the TV were on, but the TVwas on mute. There were a stack of twenty papers in front of her, and a cup of tea beside her. 'Wow, there're some good poets in my class.'

Monday at school in English class

"Settle down class, I have the results. The winners are Ryou Bakura,

Yugi Motuo, Joey Wheeler, Tea Gardener and Seto Kaiba! The bus leaves at nine' o clock on Friday. Congratulations!"

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Thanks to

YugisLittleAngle- I love Yugioh does the murder game.Thanks for reviewing!

anonymous- Thanks for reviewing!

Yamiseto'sgrl- You'd be surprised how artistic Kaiba can be.I have him writing my fav poem.The only thing is, some of my poems do not rhyme.It might sound a little weird.Thanks for reviewing!

Sakina the Fallen Angle- Thank you so much for helping me.I have been reading your fics,mostly the humor ones though.I think they're great! Thanks for reviewing!

Sami Ryou's Hikari and Sakina the Fallen Angle for inspiration and helping me.

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