Chapter Two
It was lunch time the next day. Joey was balancing peas on his upper lip, and Tristan was trying to blow them up Joey's nostrils. Tea was rolling her eyes and playing with Tamogatchi's with Yugi. Yugi was praying the fangirl wouldn't come back.
The fangirl came back.
Miriku more sauntered than walked into the cafeteria. She was dressed in a formless boy's uniform, and the smirk on her face had a smugness to rival even Kaiba. "I BEAT THE SYSTEM YUG'!" Miriku said happily, plopping down next to him. Joey, dropping his peas, scooted a few inches away from her. Tea stared at her with wide, shocked eyes.
"They let you wear that?" Tea asked, surprise evident. Miriku nodded.
"I'm still in dress code, aren't I?" she said. She was grinning not unlike a maniac.
"I've been alone all along...
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
when you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
but you still have... all of me..."
Yugi looked up from his Algebra II worksheet, grumbling. The near-constant clattering sound of Yami rolling dice was grating apart Yugi's last nerve.
"Yami! STO-"
DING-DONG!
Yugi stopped mid sentence, groaned and dragged his small body up. Tromping down the stairs and to the door, he swung it open. Miriku's shining face greeted him. She was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt.
"Hey Yugi! Tristan told me you live here so I came to visit!" she said joyously. Yugi had noticed over the half-a-day he'd been around Miriku (who regrettably had EVERY SINGLE CLASS with him) that Miriku preferred to end sentences with anything BUT periods. Or at least so it seemed.
"Wanna go to the Arcade?" she suggested casually. Yugi weighed the ups and downs.
"Sure." What was the worst that could happen?
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own, YuGiOh, The story title (which is here courtesy of the voices in
my head), OR this chapters iPod Playlist, Evanescence's "My
immortal". Next chapter is a flashback as to how Yami got there.
And Bakura and Malik too, but they're not important...
