Ok, just so you all know, I went through and I figured out all the pairings I was going to have, there will be 3 slash pairings, if you don't like slash, I will give warnings at the beginnings of every chapter that has any slashiness in it no matter how mild. Also the slash I will be putting in here will not be extreme or graphic, mostly just fluff. I'm sorry I didn't get this out there sooner.
Say What c2005 - I'm glad you like the story and Cassandra and Aggie, they are my favs along with Asa! I'm gonna bring the Gameshop up later, but thank you for asking, I almost forgot!
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Chapter 5
(Bakura)
"Wake up Bakura!" My younger bratty sibling Ryou shook my shoulder trying to wake me up from my peaceful slumber. "Bakura! Get up!"
"Go away or I'll slit your throat tonight when you're sound asleep in bed," I snarled at him as I took at swing at his head. It was bad enough I had to deal with him during my waking hours but couldn't he leave me alone when I was sleeping?
"You already missed the first day of school you can't miss the second!" Ryou retreated out of my reach.
"Come back here you obnoxious little snot! I can skip school as much as I want to!" I sat up and glowered at him furiously different ways to kill him running through my mind.
"Dad said you have to go to school four days a week and you've already missed your one for the week," my brother reminded me staying a safe distance away.
"Who the hell cares? The old man isn't here, it's just us and unless you want your life to become to become one round of torture after the next you'll leave me alone!" I hissed, venom dripping off every word and I meant it.
"I'll cut the strings off your guitar," he informed me holding up a pair of scissors he had been concealing I narrowed my eyes at him and thought of something to retaliate with..
"And I'll trash your keyboard," I responded.
"I'll quit the band." Ryou smiled at me sweetly knowing that he had won, I couldn't afford to lose him, "Get dressed, you can drive me to school." As he left the room I began to swear in every language I knew, which was quite a few. Knowing Ryou could clearly hear me I added on what I would do to him very soon. Stumbling out of bed I snatched up the uniform that had been left on a chair in my room and donned it. Next I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up and made sure my hair looked good. A few minutes later I appeared in the kitchen and critiqued my baby brother, he was standing near the door looking immaculate as usual.
"Are you ready?" I demanded grabbing a bottle of soda from the fridge and a packet of pop-tarts from the cupboard.
"I've been ready since six-thirty," he told me heading for the door of the apartment.
"You would be ya little goody-two-shoes." I followed him out the door and down the couple flights of stairs to where my motorcycle was parked in the nearby car garage.
"I'm not a goody-two-shoes!" he exclaimed and I rolled my eyes.
"If there ever was a goody-two-shoes, it's you." I pulled on my helmet and he yanked on his. Once we were both on I started my bike and headed off for the school my thoughts dwelling on all the crap I had to deal with. All too soon we pulled into the prison yard and I booted my younger sibling off the bike.
"Yours got you too?" Turning I found my fellow senior friend Malik looking at me with his eyebrow raised.
"Yeah, he threatened to pull out of the band and I know I'll never find a better keyboardist so I'll suck up and deal with school." I shrugged and pulled my school stuff out of the saddlebag where Ryou had put it.
"Wow, you're becoming a bookworm," Malik sneered as we headed toward the school building.
"Nah, Ryou put them in there so I thought it might shock the teachers if I was actually prepared." Malik followed me to my locker where I dumped my stuff and looked at the schedule taped to the inside of my locker door.
"Ryou's really outdoing himself this time, I guess he really wants you to do good this year," Malik commented.
"He's just sick of me and Dad fighting, he thinks that if I do good in school that our relationship will improve." I gathered what I need and headed for my homeroom, "He's so naïve, so are you here cause Ishizu threatened to castrate you or because Marik was going to sit up all night and sing annoying songs if you didn't come?"
"Both, they seem to think that education will cure me of my juvenile delinquency." Malik and I came to where we went our separate ways and parted company without a 'good-bye' or 'see you later,' which was typical.
"How nice of you to join us Bakura," my teacher zeroed in on me and decided he wanted to rip me a new one.
"Yeah, I was told there's some sort of law that says I gotta be here so here I am." I slid into my chair and waited for the announcements and then the bell so I could get out of here and on to my next class, which was Writing. Finally the bell rang and I slouched out of the room and headed for the opposite side of the school where my class was. I got there about a minute after the bell so I walked in right in the middle of the teacher's speech.
"Hello, who are you?" She picked up her attendance sheet and looked at me.
"Bakura," I introduced myself as I scanned the room for a seat. The desks in this room were for two people, which meant I would be having an annoying pest sitting next to me. The only one open was next to girl I didn't know in the back, so at least it had one good quality. Plopping down in the chair I looked over at my desk mate, she had brown hair and aqua colored eyes that stood out. She looked like someone my brother would be friends with, which meant she was a bookworm, a dork and a suck up. The question was then why was she sitting in the back of the classroom.
"Who are you?" I asked and she jumped almost a foot in the air.
"M-my n-name is Ag-g-ie," she stuttered and all I wanted to do was kill myself, I was stuck next to a retard. Turning to the front of the class I tuned in to what the teacher was saying.
"Take out last night's assignment and prepare yourself to read them to the class." The tard groaned next to me as she pulled a piece of lined paper out of her folder and set it down in front of her. "Who would like to go first? Yes Bakura?"
"What was last night's assignment?" I was asking out of curiosity not because I wanted to do it.
"You had to write a poem, on anything and in any form, it was to see how much people knew about poetry." She smiled at me and then looked at the next kid, "Yes?"
"Do we have to read it to the class?" the kid whined.
"Yes, and you can go first." The teacher motioned for him to stand up and read his poem.
"I have a bird
That's name is turd
It sings a lullaby
As I get high
I love my tweety-bird," the kid read off his paper causing the class to break out laughing and the teacher to scowl fiercely.
"Next!" And on and on went the torture of amateur poetry, every single one of them rhymed and they were about trivial fluff. The teacher went down her list one more time to make sure that she hadn't missed anyone and discovered that the girl next to me had not yet gone.
"Ok, Aggie, blow us away," the teacher encouraged her leaning forward onto the podium in front of her.
"M-my p-poem is c-c-called Stained," Aggie forced out and I was surprised that she hadn't stuttered on the title. "H-here it is:
"These hands they are stained
Nothing I do can clean them
The blood of hundreds taints them
Screams of thousands have made me deaf
My deeds come back to haunt me
There is no one who can save me
I have played God with too many lives
Faces of unknown men revisit me
Husbands, fathers, sons
How many have died by my blade?
Too many shrieks my mind
Not enough hisses my sword
My heart has long since frozen over
Ice, they say, runs in my veins
It must be true for me to still be standing
Comrades have been slaughtered with this instrument
Innocent lives ended
Flesh shredded to ribbons
You think nothing should faze me
But this does
No one knows
But it does," she finished and sat down burying her face in her hands. The whole class was in shock, not only had she not stuttered but also she hadn't rhymed and she hadn't spoken of fluff.
"Very good Aggie!" The teacher was ecstatic, she was almost in tears because someone actually knew how to write poetry. Looking at my desk mate I wondered at her, there was much more to her than met the eye. I was going to have to come to class often so I could learn more about her. She wasn't just a tard anymore, she was an interesting tard.
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