I own a deck of dueling cards. Not Yu-Gi-Oh itself.

Biology

Yugi actually came up and talked to us after the gym class. Incredibly, he seemed to actually want to congratulate us on our performance. "That was incredible, Ryou," he said, his voice still a boy's. "I didn't know you could do that!"

Ryou laughed nervously. "Neither did I."

"Well, I hope we end up on the same team next time, eh?" the distractingly short boy said cheerfully as he wandered off to change back into his uniform.

-I have never met anyone so disgustingly sincere in my life.- I said to Ryou. –And I've lived a very long time.-

Ryou giggled, then blushed a little when someone stared at him. "I think it's nice, myself. There're a lot of people with worse faults than being too happy."

-Can I send any of them to the Shadow Realm?-

"No. No sending random people to the Shadow Realm. No matter how much you think they might deserve it." Ryou said firmly. I sighed. It wasn't like I couldn't overpower him and do what I wished… but I just didn't want to make his life miserable. I really must be getting soft.

-You know,- I said casually on our way to Biology, -I could just do what I wanted. I am the yami here, remember.-

"Oh, I know you could," Ryou replied, not sounding the least bit worried, "But I don't think you will. And if you did, there isn't a thing I could do to stop you, so I see no real point in worrying about it. Either you'll be nice and go with my requests, or you won't."

Well, that was a fatalistic way of looking at things. I needed to teach my Hikari to stand up for himself a little. Even a hopeless battle can have a surprising outcome.

Biology was completely taken up by sifting through Ryou's memories of science classes over the years. Nearly everything they were teaching was new knowledge to me. My last full host had been a shepherd, and just glasses had been a toy for the rich. Now, they'd gone and developed those tiny little lenses to look at teeny tiny little things, little animals living in the water, what a piece of onion or human skin looked like when it appeared as large as a dinner plate.

I could think of no real reason for wanting to see a bit of onion the size of a dinner plate.

I was interrupted in my search for biology background by Ryou's reaction to something the teacher said. –Dissection? Of a pig, did he say?-

"Yes. It's disgusting, but it's a required part of the course."

Now to me, cutting up an animal meant one thing. –So, do we get to eat it?-

"Wha- no! You can't eat it, it's soaked in formaldehyde."

-What's formaldehyde?-

"Poison."

-Well, why would you soak a perfectly good pig in poison?-

Ryou sighed. "So it doesn't rot."

-But what good does it do you if you can't eat it anyway?-

This time, Ryou just shook his mental head, giving up on getting me to understand it. "Just don't eat the thing when we do it okay?"

-Fine…-

We bumped into Yugi later on, and something very strange occurred to me with physical contact. –Ryou, he doesn't have the Pharaoh's puzzle.- I said, in the midst of him trading frantic apologies with Yugi.

"How can you tell?" he asked me silently.

-I spent the better part of the last five millennia sitting on the same sarcophagus as it. I can just tell.- I growled.

"Maybe he doesn't have it yet?" Ryou speculated as Yugi walked away. People tripped over him a lot, I believed. He was simply too short to be allowed, even in this country.

-Solomon Motou picked it up years ago. He must have given it to him by now.-

"Maybe it was a coming of age present. Yugi just turned 16 a couple weeks ago, and you did say it was in a million little pieces. He probably hasn't put it together."

Logic. It had evolved a ways since I was last out and about. –I suppose that's possible, yes,- I said shortly, not wanting to admit that Ryou had thought of the solution I couldn't. He knew it anyway, of course, but was kind enough not to rub my face in it.

To cheer me up, Ryou took me to a video store, and borrowed a copy of Star Wars. The third one, because he said it was the best. I just dipped unobtrusively into his mind to figure out what a movie, Jedi, Sith, trilogy, space ship, DVD, hyperspace, droids, and a few other images that appeared were.

By the time I was done puzzling this out, we were home, and he plugged it into his DVD player. Needless to say, I was hooked. I kept sifting for background information throughout the movie, but eventually figured out what was going on. –I wonder if I could do that lightning thing…- I mused.

"Not if it leaves me looking like the Senator," Ryou said empathically.

-I'd be careful.-

"Good. I figured you would," Ryou said.

As much as I admired the newly created Sith's powers and emotional drive, I actually found myself sympathizing with the little green thing. Trying to prevent the rise of a Dictatorship, and in the end, having to go into hiding until the time was right. Although, I could at least speak forwards.

At the end of the movie, I asked Ryou, somewhat surprised, -That isn't the end, is it? I don't think much of your storytellers in that case…-

He laughed. "No, there's another three stories, set twenty or so years into the future. It really does come out alright in the end…"

Author's Note: I'm sorry for the random Star Wars insert. I like my daily dose of Jedi…