Hello all of you! I hope you enjoy this chapter...I think I'm going to do the next chapter in Cassandra's point of view but I'm not sure...I'll need you to tell me WHO you want the next chapter to be told through!

Amazoness Archer- Kaiba isn't evil persay...he's just being Kaiba...Yeah, I think Yugi's group can be waaaay to perky in the morning!

Minij Akane- I'm really glad you liked my poem...one of my friends is always telling me that I should make my poetry rhyme but I have a hard time doing that, I prefer to just go from the hear!

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Chapter 6

(Marik)

Sitting down I looked over at the new girl, she had one leg curled up underneath her and the other propped up on her desk. She was wearing big heavy combat boots, black leggings, the normal blue skirt and a white button up shirt that was buttoned up halfway revealing a black undershirt. The pink over jacket she was supposed to be wearing was no wear to be seen and I assumed that it was never going to be seen again. Her short brown hair was pulled back in a tiny ponytail at the back of her head with some hair hanging down the sides of her face to curl under her chin. She was so different than the other girls in our school that it was interesting to watch her.

"Ok class, today we are going to start on auditioning for the play that the drama club will be putting on, it is called "Strictly Ballroom." If you do not get a part in the play you either have to be on stage crew or usher if you want to get a grade. I will have no slackers in my theatre class!" Our teacher told us and I rolled my eyes, I still didn't understand why I had taken this class. "Now everyone look at the scripts I placed on your desks and pick out a part you want to try out for."

"I'll try for Fran!" Tèa jumped for the lead role as usual.

"Ok then, let's hear what you got!" The teacher was happy to have someone so eager but I was ready to off myself. Burying my head in my arms I hoped to block out what would most likely be the most horrendous thing I would ever hear in my life. "But first we need someone to play Scot in this scene…hmm…Marik get over here!" Groaning audibly I slunk over to where they were pulling my script from my back pocket.

"What's your name again?" I droned out the first line I could find.

"Fran," Tèa replied full of energy.

"Yeah? Fran what?"

"Just Fran."

"All right, then, just Fran, don't push me."

"Now you are supposed to dance!" the teacher informed us.

"I don't dance," I instantly responded, it was a conditioned reply.

"Well does it look like I care?"

"No ma'am," I rolled my eyes again and glowered at Tèa hoping she would chicken out and ask for a new partner. Nope, she was rip roaring and ready to go, freaking preppy girls. When I had been a young and especially vulnerable my parents had gotten together and plotted a way to scar both my brother and I for life.

They signed us up for ballroom dancing.

Many people wonder why I am the way I am, I can tell you in exactly five words: my parents and ballroom dancing. Up until I was in sixth grade I was forced to learn things like the box step, fox trot, rumba, mamba, tango and many, many more. Everyday in school I was picked on by not only the other kids but by my brother, Malik. Malik had gotten out of ballroom dancing because my parents discovered his amazing talent with the drums. He told all his friends that I was a ballroom dancing freak (conveniently forgetting that he had taken dance lessons for a while). Ishizu stood up for me whenever she could but when I was in fourth grade she was sent off to a boarding school, which she graduated from last year.

"Marik!" The teacher was glowering at me, I guess I had zoned out, no big deal. "Did you hear anything I said!"

"Nope," I replied not looking at her as I placed one hand on Tèa's shoulder and than the other on her shoulder blade. "You ready princess?"

"Shut up Marik," she hissed putting her hands where they were supposed to be.

"That's Scot to you." I looked down my nose at her as the teacher began to talk again.

"Now remember Tèa you have to stumble and have trouble in the beginning because Fran is new to ballroom dancing and she has never danced with a guy before." The teacher hit the play button on the sound system and music blared forth. "Start!" I recognized the song and instantly swept my partner away with the music; there was no need for her to do anything but move her feet. In this form of dancing the man leads and the woman follows. Nothing is simpler. Tèa tried to stumble and trip but I was used to bumbling partners so all I did was keep the frame my arms formed nice and strong with a tight grip. She was unable to make any mistakes.

"You are supposed to make mistakes!" The teacher scolded, "But other than that it was very good! Anyone else want to try out?"

"Me." Cassandra stood up and walked to the front of the class leaving her script at her desk. "Fran."

"Alright, Marik you can stay." She nailed me right as I was turning to head back to my seat. Muttering to myself I turned to face Cassandra opening my mouth to start the conversation but she beat me to it.

"What happened to a life lived in fear and all that stuff?" Cassandra demanded, she was glaring at me. Quickly I flipped through my script looking for where she was, it took a moment but I found it.

"Fran." I spoke up after a moment or two.

"You really are a gutless wonder!" she was not enthusiastic and bouncing with energy like Tèa she instead put all the energy into making her tone and body language right. She was blazing with anger and I almost felt intimidated.

"There's a reason for this," I offered starting to fall into the part.

"I don't want to hear," she was deliberately making her breathing labored so it seemed she was in the middle of a real fight.

"Listen to me!" I reached out and grabbed her and she ripped herself away from me.

"No!" She yelled at me.

"It's hard for me, too, Fran."

"Hard? Hard? How hard so you think it's been for me? To get you to dance with me in the first place. Frangipani de la squeegee mop. Wash the coffee cups, Fran. How's your skin, Fran? Hard?" Cassandra gesticulated through her little speech her hair was fast falling out of her ponytail.

"You don't understand."

"I understand. You've got your Pan Pacifics to win and I'm back in beginners where I belong." Cassandra then turned away and took a few steps as if she was running off.

"Fran!" I called

"Ok now the first dance sequence!" The teacher was contemplating us in a way that I was sure wasn't good. Cassandra grabbed my hands and even before I could strengthen my frame she fell into me and then backed up her face flushed. Since we weren't doing dialogue I didn't bother to say anything but instead pushed her into the proper position and put her arms in the right places. With a slight blush still tingeing her cheeks Cassandra kept her head bowed as she let me begin to guide her along the dance floor. Not five seconds later she stomped on my foot almost breaking my toe.

"I'm so sorry!" She gasped before she stumbled and fell into me again.

"That's enough, very good," the teacher seemed surprised at how well or bad we had been. "Anyone else?" A few more kids went up but luckily I was allowed to go back to my seat. Hearing a tapping noise I looked up to find my older brother at the door to the classroom motioning me to come out.

"May I go to the bathroom?" I asked the teacher.

"Yeah, sure." She waved me off and I slipped out of the room to be grabbed by Malik and dragged down the hall.

"Why aren't you in class?" I demanded as he yanked me into an old band room that we had changed into our practice room years ago. Bakura was sitting in the corner strumming his guitar with his eyes closed and his mouth moving. Ryou was sitting at his keyboard headphones on playing the music off the piece of paper in front of him. An old set of school drums was set up for Malik and someone had broken into my locker and brought in my guitar.

"Because class is boring and we need to practice." Malik rolled his eyes and I picked up my guitar lovingly. I had first picked up and played a guitar in fifth grade when I had music. It had been a big acoustic guitar that was old but this string instrument had been my favorite ever since.

"When's our next gig?" I asked knowing he didn't know but I knew he would ask Bakura who would tell him.

"Dunno, yo Bakura!" Bakura looked up at us and I mentally compare him to his younger brother. They both had chocolate brown eyes but the shape of Bakura's eyes were sharper than Ryou's; their hair was white but Bakura's was slightly more spiky; Bakura was taller and he had a scar running through his right eye. It started above his eyebrow and stopped at about where is nose ended two smaller scars ran through it horizontally.

"What?" Bakura continued to play the guitar but his hard stare was on my brother.

"When's our next gig?" Malik questioned sitting down at the drums.

"This weekend, I got us a spot at a small club, their band pulled out at the last minute and they were desperate for anyone or anything." Bakura caught sight of me and he acknowledged me with a slight nod. "Let's practice U4," Bakura plugged in his guitar, as did I. U4 was our newest song, U4 stood for Untitled4 there were three untitled songs that came before it. All of us knew how to sing but none of us except Bakura were any good at writing lyrics, but Bakura never liked his lyrics so he refused to use them.

"Sorry about you having to be pulled from theatre," Ryou whispered to me as he unplugged his headphones. "I wouldn't have told them if I knew they were going to pull you from class."

"No problem." I turned inward to where all my music came from and waited for Malik to start the count. I didn't have to wait long, there was a moment's pause and then we began. It was my favorite thing to do, play and hang out with the guys. I could think of nothing better than this…well maybe one thing.

Please R&R and tell me whose point of view you think the next chapter should be in!