Tornado: Hi people! I got another review, thank you Princess Fluffy for reviewing.
DT: Tornado doesn't own Yugioh, but she does own Sclera.
Tornado: Now on with the ficcie!
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Seto's POV
Sclera and I strode into the brightly colored office of Mrs. Irk. The walls were a shade of lemon yellow that blinded your eyes when you entered, and it made a horrible combination with the white carpeting. A fat woman with short black hair sat behind a desk. She seemed to burst from the sides of it. I glanced at Sclera; her eyes were wide as she gazed at the thing in front of us. The woman's skin seemed to be tinted green completing her frog appearance. She motioned for us to sit in the stiff wooden chairs that were placed before the desk. Marshal was still in shock as she plopped into the seat. She glanced at me, and mouthed "What the fuck is that thing?"
"Councilor," I mouthed back.
She made a horrified face before turning back to the toad, who was jotting things down on a tablet.
"Now, what seems to be the problem?" she asked.
"There is no problem," we replied.
"That's not what your teacher told me. She said that Ms. Marshal punched a girl in the face."
"You punched Alicia?" I asked as I turned to her in utter amazement.
"I would have succeeded if Ryou hadn't thrown a book in front of her face," the girl grumbled.
"Why did you punch her?"
"She insulted me."
"You go punch everyone that insults you?"
"Uh, yeah. At least to that degree."
"What did she say?"
"'You might want to think twice before you mess with the Great Seto Kaiba again. He won't reduce himself to dating the puppy's bitch'," she said in a faux preppy tone.
"Who is 'the puppy'?"
"Wheeler," I said as I laughed.
"You mean Joseph Wheeler?"
"You else?" I asked, still in giggles.
"That's how this all started," Marshal sweetly.
"Give me a moment to get him here as well, and which Alicia do you mean?"
"You bring that girl in here you're going to end up with WW3."
"Allow me to get Mr. Wheeler down here," she said, leaving us alone in the gay colored room.
"What a toad," Marshal stated.
"Yeah, the scariest thing to walk the face of Domino."
"She's creepier than Pegasus."
"Hard to believe, isn't it? Why do we need the mutt down here?"
"No fucking clue."
A few moments later, the door opened to reveal Joey Wheeler. He wore an expression of confusion and repulsion. He stared around the room before turning to the two occupants.
"What gay designer was set loose in here?" he asked.
"A toad," Marshal replied.
"Kaiba! What are yah doin here?"
"I'm partially the reason we're down here."
"Dat's great. Is dis cause of lunch?"
"You missed it, I punched a girl."
"Who?"
"Alicia Spinet," I replied.
"One your adorin fans," Wheeler said as he sat on the other side of Marshal. "How long is dis gonna take?"
"A minute, an hour, a day, a year, who knows," I replied.
"Christ, why the fuck am I here?"
"Language, Mr. Wheeler, or you'll get detention," the toad informed him as she waddled in.
"Mrs. Irk, how pleasant to see yah again. It's been a whole three days since I been here."
"Due to lack of work, of course. Now down to business, why are you called puppy?"
Wheeler's face drained of its color, and he glared straight at me. His fists were balled and shaking.
"Kaiba I am gonna hurt yah later," he hissed. "Dat's a stupid name dat Kaiba calls me."
"I see. Mr. Kaiba, why do you call him that?"
"Because he's a nobody duelist that thinks he's all that."
"I don' get dog outta dat, Kaiba."
"Of course you wouldn't because you're a sniveling, no brained mutt that only knows how to duel because Yugi's grandpa took the time and wasted effort to try and penetrate your brain. Not that you know strategy or anything more complicated than a magic card."
"Watch it, Kaiba!"
"Joey, he isn't worth it. He's trying to create a rise out of you," Marshal said.
"Well he's gettin what he wants."
"Don't let him."
"So let me see if I understand this. The two of you have an on-going conflict, and now you were just drug into it?" the toad asked.
"That's correct," we answered.
"Well, now we need to solve these conflicts. Joey how do you feel when you get called a dog?"
"Angry, what else should I feel?"
"And Sclera, how do you feel?"
"Agitated?"
"Seto how do you feel when you call Joey a dog?"
"First I don't feel anything because it's fact instead of opinion, and it's Kaiba to you."
"What brought Sclera into this conflict?"
"Yesterday I made fun of Joey and she stood up for him, causing me to punch her."
"You punched a girl?"
"So what, she started it."
"Why did you punch her?"
"When someone comes at you with their fists raise, you tend to act on instinct."
"So it's safe assume that you dwell on being in charge, which could signal a low self-confidence level."
"I do NOT dwell on being in charge. I simply put people in their place when they mess with me."
"Have you ever considered the fact that you might be a homosexual?" she asked.
"WHAT?" I screamed.
Sclera's POV
My eyes widened at the notion of Seto being gay. It was virtually impossible; he loved girls when I knew him, but that was the problem. I didn't know the man sitting to my left. He was completely different from the boy that I grew up with. Occasionally I would see the same spark that had interested me in that young boy in the cold man before me, but it was only for a moment. However wild the accusation may have seemed, it explained a lot of things, such as why he didn't have a girlfriend.
"WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT I'M GAY?" he cried.
"Well, since you don't know how to express yourself, you fight with the people that interest you, pushing them away to show you care."
"Than I care about the whole damned Earth, minus my little brother."
"Well, it's what I get out of this. Besides you don't know how many girls I get in here that cry about how you turned them down, and I put two and two together."
He sat there, shocked by the claim and reasoning. I glanced at Joey who had a horrified look upon his face. Whether it was from the fact that his rival could possibly turn down every woman in the school or the fact that he could be a love interest for him was beyond me. I decided not to speak for fear of giving my position away. To our surprise, Joey was the first to speak.
"There's no way dat Kaiba's gay. I may hate da guy, but there is no way dat he's gay. I mean, da girls drool all over him, and I admit dat it's insane ta turn 'em away, but dat don' make a person gay. He don' even act gay," Joey pointed.
"Thanks, Wheeler, but you're still a dog."
"Da thought of yah havin a crush on me is enough ta turn my stomach."
"That makes two of us," he replied.
"Have you considered being gay, Joey?" the toad asked.
"What is it with you and accusing people of being gay?" I asked. "Is that your solution to everything?"
"I'm simply reading between the lines."
"Well you have to read between the between the lines. They hate each other; people do hate each other. I hated this one girl at Obadiah, does that make me a les? No it means that I hate someone, big deal."
The other occupants looked at me with amazement on their faces. I could tell that my outburst was going to earn me an unfavorable spot in the councilor's book, but I didn't plan on coming back here anytime soon.
"Do not speak that way to me again."
"Leave me alone, will you? God you're a school councilor not a shrink. By the way how much is this session going to cost me?"
"A detention, which will be served after school today."
I glared at her. The woman didn't like to be pushed around, and I knew that I had intentionally pushed her buttons. Joey and Seto were amazed that I got detention for such a small matter.
"You can't just give her detention for making a smart remark!" Seto exclaimed.
"Do you want to join her?" she asked.
"Write the slip, Frogger," he shot.
Both Joey and I were taken back by his actions. Joey's expression clearly stated that Seto stayed on the good side of all the teachers. I was amazed at how rapidly he had changed his action towards me. This morning he had been snappy, then he was kind only to turn hateful in an instant, and now he was standing up for me. Dragon sure had complicated himself in the three years that I had been gone.
Seto's POV
I knew that I probably shouldn't have called the councilor "Frogger", but not only does she look like a toad, she acts like one as well. She said she's reading between the lines, but she's full of shit.
"You'll be having a detention as well, Seto."
"That's Kaiba to you."
"Would you like to make it two days?"
"Why not?"
"Two it is."
I continued to push her buttons, hoping that in a few moments I would be making a first class trip to the principal's office. Mr. Conway was the nicest of all the teachers, and if I pressed hard enough, I could probably get that retched woman fired. I thought of another thing to further piss the amphibian in front of me, but unfortunately I ran out of insults.
"You know that you have something up your ass, right?" Marshal asked.
"Two days detention as well, Sclera."
"That's Marshal to you."
"Want three?"
"Shut up, yah toad!" Joey exclaimed.
"That is it, all of you go down to the principal's office right now!" she said.
I smirked as we left. I was already planning the conversation in my head. No matter what I refused to go to detention for more than one day. I knew that could get myself out of it, but Sclera I was not so sure of. /I did get her into this mess, so I might as well bail her out./
We sat in the lobby again. Sclera sat with her head in her hands as she ignored the rest of the world. Wheeler was comforting her, but she didn't seem to be listening. He looked up at me; his face was full of worry.
"I probably shouldn' said dat last one," he whispered.
"I'll bail us out."
He questioned me with his eyes. "Since when do yah help out someone in need?"
"When it's my fault."
"I was da one dat landed us here."
"True, but I was the one that said those things at lunch."
"And I was the one that got us in the office in the first place," Sclera answered quietly.
"A'right, so we're all responsible for one thing. Kaiba, how yah plannin on bailin us out?"
"We'll get detention, but it'll keep us from deeper shit."
"I can live wit detention. How bout yah, Sclera?"
"Detention's fine," she mumbled.
I stared at the girl sympathetically. She was brand new, and on her second day was already at the principal's office. This was not Joey and my first time here, and I knew it would not be the last. The office door opened, and a flustered Mrs. Irk exited along with a man with graying blonde hair and cheery blue eyes. He surveyed us, and cocked his head to the side upon seeing Sclera.
"Why so glum?" he asked.
"I'm at the principal's on my second day here. Must be a record," she answered looking up at her interrogator.
"Actually, those two were here within the first three minutes of school at the beginning of the year, so it is not a record. Please step into my office," the man said.
We got up and followed him into a small closet sized office that was a contrast from Mrs. Irk's bright one. The walls were painted cobalt and the carpet was a distinct black. I noticed that Sclera had relaxed considerably as we entered the blue room. It was as if the coloring soothed her frazzled nerves. There was only one chair in the miniscule space, and I caught Wheeler's eye. He nodded, and forced Sclera into the chair while he leaned on the wall beside her. I leaned against the opposite wall never allowing my eyes to leave the man in front of me. He smiled slightly when he saw our actions.
"Isn't it amazing how a woman can calm the most turbulent seas?" he asked.
We all looked at him in confusion. The metaphor had eluded my mind for a moment before I answered in a metaphor of my own, "A flame may burn forever, but it must bend to the will of water."
"Very good, Mr. Kaiba. You should be a philosopher rather than an executive. Now what can I do for you students today?"
"Fire that retched old toad that you are employing as a councilor," I stated.
"I wish it were that simple. Nobody wants to sooth the exhausted nerves of today's young people. We were lucky to get that 'retched old toad'."
"Then I'll do it for crying out-loud."
"I don't think people want to be told to 'go screw themselves' when they're going through a 'crisis'."
"Well, life's tough, deal with it."
He laughed. "I found it very amusing that you actually called the councilor Frogger. It's quite a good game wouldn't you say?"
"Mokuba loves it, so what the hell."
"No matter how much I agree with you, I cannot let you go without punishment. I know it's a free country with the freedom of speech thing, but you disrespected a teacher. So, Mr. Kaiba, you and Ms. Marshal will serve an after school detention today. Is that unfair to anyone?"
"Wait, Mr. Conway, I made a statement too," Joey said.
"No you didn't," Sclera said.
"Yeah I did, dat's what landed us here in da first place."
"No, I landed us here," she insisted.
"Joey, my advice to you is to take it and run," the principle advised.
Wheeler looked between Marshal and Conway before nodding his head. The principal waved us out as he turned to his deskwork. We strolled out silently, and I glanced at the clock to find that we needed to be in homeroom.
"Why'd yah take da blame for me, Sclera?" Joey asked.
"It was my fault that I got you dragged in there, and besides, you were standing up for me."
"I wonder who else will be in detention with us," I wondered aloud.
"I know Keith has detention."
"Great," I replied. "Let's get our stuff."
We separated, and I found my books on a table near the door. A quick chat with Mr. Doctrine, and I was on my way to homeroom, stopping in science to see what I missed, thankfully nothing much. Sclera and Wheeler were just about to enter the classroom when I turned the corner. Upon hearing my footsteps both stopped and waited for me to catch up. We entered silently, and Mr. Dictrix looked up from his papers.
"Why are you three late?" he questioned.
"Principal," we answered in monotone unison.
"Ah."
Sclera flopped beside me, and pulled her math out to work on. Wheeler sat in the empty seat in front of her, sitting backwards as he placed his book on her desk. The girl looked up momentarily before gently smiling, and she returned to her work. I did the same, catching Yugi, Gardner, and that other buffoon approaching. Wheeler looked up from his current equation to greet the trio, but Marshal did a small wave of her hand, signaling a universal greeting.
"Where were you guys?" Yugi asked
"Principal's office," Marshal said nonchalantly.
"Why?" Tea questioned.
"Cause Sclera punched Spinet in da face."
"Almost punched her in the face," the girl corrected.
"Why?" Tristan asked.
"Because she said quote, 'you might want to think twice before you mess with the Great Seto Kaiba again. He won't reduce himself to dating the puppy's bitch', unquote," I answered coolly.
"That's right she is part of the Seto Kaiba fan club," the pointy-haired boy answered.
"For the record, I never encouraged that," I said.
"It still is the Seto Kaiba fan club."
"I never encouraged it," I repeated, not looking up from my Algebra.
"Kaiba called Irk Frogger!" Wheeler said enthusiastically.
"You did?" Yugi interrogated.
"So what? You cannot tell me that that woman doesn't look like a toad."
"But Frogger?" Tea asked.
I shrugged. "She was annoying me."
"Not true. Yah were standin up for Sclera!" Joey said loudly, causing half the class to look in their direction.
"Keep your voice down, mutt. I have a reputation to uphold," I hissed.
The class soon returned to their activities, keeping an open ear for any more of the conversation between the group in the back. The rest of the period was silent except for the occasional conversing between the mutt and Marshal. Soon the bell rang, dismissing us into the hell of detention. I gathered my stuff, along with Sclera and we headed for our lockers. I noticed that Wheeler was closely following her, and I assumed that he was going to show her the detention room. I met her there with none other than Joey Wheeler as her escort.
"You don't have to show her every class, mutt."
"Well, since she didn' know where the detention room was, I thought I'd show her. You don' have ta be all possessive of her, yah know."
She blushed upon hearing the last words. I blushed a bit as well, causing Joey to laugh before taking off down the hall. I shook my head, and motioned for her to go inside. As she did, I caught my gaze fastening on her rear. I quickly shook my head, and followed her in. The teacher acknowledged our presence with a nod, and the two of us sat down beside each other. She pulled out a thick book, and opened to the middle. I reached out with my hand, turning it so I could see the cover.
"Clear and Present Danger, by Tom Clancy," I whispered. "Clancy fan as well?"
"Of course," she returned.
Bandit Keith had just strutted in with his usual gang of cronies. He spotted Marshal, and sat on the other side of her. The rest surrounded us, but we paid them no attention. Marshal stayed focused on her book even when Keith spoke to her.
"Hey, baby doll, how about you and me go to my place after school. Nobody's home," he said.
I felt the grip on my book tighten severely. /I can't believe that he's making moves on her in the middle of detention. Who does he think he is?/
"It's 'you and I'," she corrected.
"Well, you're as smart as you are pretty, just like a Porsche."
"And you look like an old pick up."
I had to stifle my laughter. She packed a punch of dynamic proportions. /She might want to tread a bit softer around Keith./
"Yeah, but this 'old pick-up' has a lot of experience."
"A truck is an insult to a Porsche."
"Well, what's not?"
She looked into his small blue pupils. "A Ferrari," she answered.
His smile faltered, quickly replaced by rage. The girl seemed unafraid of him, and something told be that it was not a façade. Her eyes posed a challenge of danger. I knew this was one girl that you never wanted to mess with.
"A Ferrari depreciates over time," Keith replied.
"But the rarity of the moment lasts a lifetime."
"Porsches are girly cars."
"That's why I'm a Shelby," she answered.
"A what?"
"A 1967 Ford Mustang Shelby GT 500."
"What is that?"
"A muscle car worth lots."
/She knows her cars,/ I thought.
"I think you're just Honda Civic. So common that you blend into the crowd."
"I can be what I want. From Mustang to Bugatti, Shelby to Cobra."
"You're regular three-ring circus."
"With shark bite."
A smile appeared behind my book. The girl knew how to make people tick. Keith turned away, and talked to his groupies, leaving Marshal and I to a conversation of the eyes. She glanced at the clock before mouthing, "Seventeen hundred thirty-two seconds."
Seventeen hundred thirty-two seconds later, we escaped the confinement of the small detention room. I felt relieved to break out of the stifling hell. My eyes came to rest on the girl beside me.
"What did you want to talk about at lunch?" I asked her.
Sclera's POV
After my encounter with Keith, I was more confident than ever that most guys are horny, air-headed dickheads. Seto and I rushed from the classroom the minute the teacher dismissed us. We stood silently on the stone steps of the school. I was about to call Henry when a voice asked, "What did you want to talk about at lunch?"
I turned to see Seto string at me with expectant eyes. He looked so handsome in his boy's uniform. I couldn't resist the pull that he created. I slowly walked up to him so that our noses were an inch apart.
"When do you want to do this project?" I asked.
He smiled. "Are you free now?"
"Yeah. Let me call my house to inform its occupants that I'll be late."
"Do you always speak in that proper manner?"
"Fuck no."
"I'll have a driver pick us up," he said before whipping out a titanium cell phone.
I did the same, whispering to Henry that I would be late getting back, and not to make dinner until I got home. By the time I was finished, a black Mercedes stretch limo pulled up in front of the school. Seto opened the door for me get in. I did, having him follow me. He gave orders to the driver to go home, and I was on my way to prison.
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Tornado: Lots of metaphors here. I hope this chapter makes thing a bit more interesting. Next will be even better.
DT: I hope this goes somewhere other than a stupid fluffy romance fic.
Tornado: You'll see where it all goes. R&R.