Disclaimer: Okay, everyone here class? Yes? Good. Now let us proceed. I will now write down some notes on the board. - scribble, scribble- and you, random person in the first row, read them out loud to me. RPITFR: "Remo Con is completely broke and living no where near Japan. She owns more books then necessary, but nothing pertaining to Yu-Gi-Oh. She merely borrows them to toy with them and cause them all misery." -glare- "I mean, make them all completely happy." Better.
CHAPTER 9: Panic At This Point
"So this is Domino High," she said. It was…unimpressive to say the least. It was hard to believe that so many key figures in the cosmic balance went to such and ordinary school. She had been expected something bigger, darker, maybe a big duel arena somewhere. Statues, there should be gothic statues every where. The school building itself should be reminiscent of a castle, big pointy tops of towers grazing the sky. Not this flat, square, sunny building.
"Not what you were expecting?" Myishi asked, grinning at her.
"Is it that obvious?" she murmured.
"No, your face just hit the sidewalk when you saw it and tears began to pool at the corner of your eyes. It was a hardly noticeable reaction."
"Have you always been so prone to bad jokes?" Not that she minded. She rather liked it. Others she knew…well, He that is, never joked.
"I sort of had an experience a couple years ago," Myishi said, looking dead serious, very pensive. "Ever since then I find that I like to be a little more lighthearted. I find I smile a lot more now."
"What happened?" she asked curiously. He looked at her kinds of funny. She blushed. "I'm sorry, you barely know me. I don't have any right ask. I'm sorry." He chuckled.
"Maybe I'll tell you sometime." Was he hinting that he wanted to see her again?
"I suppose I have to go in," she said, sighing.
"Don't sound so sad. It's a good school. I kinda wish I could go here," Myishi said wistfully.
"Why don't you?" she inquired. There was a lot more mystery to this guy than she had thought there would be. But that didn't surprise her as much as the fact that she wanted to know everything about him, from his favorite color to that "experience" he had mentioned.
"I live in an orphanage in Tokyo, it would cost more to send me here and there's no money for it," he said matter of factly.
"You're an orphan?" she was shocked.
"Not in the strictest sense of the word, but more or less," he said, his smile fading.
"I'm sorry- I've just been so prying- you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to-" she blurted out, not entirely sure what she wanted to say other than beg his forgiveness for acting so insensitively. And she couldn't figure out why.
"You're sorry a lot," he commented, smiling again. "It's okay, really. I don't mind."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I don't care anymore. It's just how things are, and I don't mind. So stop saying you're sorry because there's no need to."
"I'll try and work on it," she said, returning his smile.
"So, inside?"
"I suppose. Let the sucking of individuality and confidence begin."
LETSCALLTHISTHEPRETTYLINETOSEPERATESCENES
"Somethin's wrong," Joey said flatly. They were sitting in Seto's car again, driving away from the game shop and toward Kaiba mansion. Not school.
"Just because no one was home at both of the places doesn't mean that something's wrong," Seto tried to say, his argument sounding feeble even in his own ears.
"Right, Ryou, Bakura, Yami, Yugi and Gramps all went on vacation day school starts," Joey said sarcastically. "I'm sure dat's what happened."
"Maybe," Seto said, fighting a losing battle. Joey glared at him.
"Maybe not," he said, using his Kaiba skills not to squirm under Joey's gaze. They were both quiet for a while, Seto concentrating on the road, in the back of his mind running through his fail-proof excuse lists to feed the teachers tomorrow, while Joey watching the scenery outside with obvious disinterest.
"Somethin happened yesterday," Joey said suddenly.
"What?"
"I don't know," Joey admitted. His brow was furrowed in worry. "But I don't remember yesterday. I know ya don't either. I mean, dis mornin I woke up in your bed, and I don't know how I got dere. Not dat I'm whinin 'bout that or anythin, but I can't even remember goin' to your house yesterday. I don't remember anythin.
"So something must have happened," he finished.
"And then what, Joey?" Seto asked softly. "Someone erased our minds? Stole our friends and one grandfather mentor type fellow? Why? What could they possibly get from that?"
"Who knows?" Joey asked, growing frustrated again. He found himself doing that a lot lately. "But out of our group, a bunch of us are reincarnated people from ancient Egypt, we used t' play duel monsters every other month t' save da world, why couldn't somethin' freaky like dat happen?"
"You might have a point there," Seto replied, giving a strained laugh. "But the question still remains- who did whatever was done?"
"Yesterday- we hafta remember what happened yesterday. I think den we'll know," Joey hesitated. "Least I think we would."
"Your right, yesterday's the key," Seto said, his voice sort of vague as he went into his own little world, trying to think things through. "Now what we need is something to help us remember yesterday. I'm thinking that if our memories were erased over night then it must have been some kind of spell. Any other way would have taken longer. So all we need to do is find the right counter spell and we should get our memories back.
"But if we do, you must realize we still might not have anything to go on. This is a long shot that might just make the situation seem even worse than it does right now," Seto said, snapping out of his daze, a note of caution entering his words.
"We gotta do something," Joey said, determined to help his friends. He guessed that somewhere along in the conversation he and Seto had agreed that the guys were in trouble. It was up to them help.
After all, it wasn't like he didn't owe them anything.
LETSCALLTHISTHEPRETTYLINETOSEPERATESCENES
"What a nice- hallway," she finished lamely.
"Yes," Myishi said, doing an amusing impression of being in a agreement over a serious topic. His over the top look of concentration made her giggle. Giggle! She felt like punching herself. She would not be a girl who giggled. "It is a nice hallway. You have a good point there."
But dammit, for some reason, around Myishi she just seemed to become the kind of girl who giggled.
Some random teacher caught sight of the two of them wandering around and had a stroke of genius strike.
"Can I help you to?" the teacher asked in a voice that screamed, Yes I work at a high school but I am a very important person in the world, bowing is perfectible acceptable. Myishi and Kira caught each other's eyes and had to turn away, their sides splitting from keeping in the laughter.
"Y-yes," Myishi managed to splutter out. "We're looking for the main office."
"I'm headed that way myself, so just follow me," the teacher said generously. As soon as the teacher had turned her back Myishi was overcome with an urge to stand up really tall, pretend to hold a scepter and lord over a few fake subjects for a couple moments.
"Stop it," Kira hissed. "She's see you!"
"Are you two coming?" the teacher turned back around, eyebrow raised.
"Yes," Kira said quickly. "We're coming. Right?" she glared at Myishi.
"Right," he said promptly. "Coming. Immediately. Whenever you give the order- er, whenever you're ready to go- er, never mind. We're just coming."
For a moment it looked like the teacher really wanted to say something, but at the last moment thought better of it. But Kira could swear she heard the woman muttering, "Teenagers" as they headed off toward the office.
"What is your problem?" she asked in a low voice." Now respect for authority figures? What?" Myishi looked embarrassed, and sort of confused.
"I don't know," he admitted. "Honestly, I don't usually act this way. Or at least not to such an extreme level. Probably sounds like a cheap lie, but I don't know, I'm acting different around you then I do around other people, ya know?"
"Yeah," she admitted grudgingly. "I really do." He gave her a nice little half smile.
"So, since we're in the same predicament, we should probably agree on the best way to get out of it together." She felt- embarrassed. And a little sad. Sad? Why? And what did he mean by that, did he not like her or something?
No, stop thinking like that! she screamed at herself.
"Are you free Friday night?" he asked casually. She blinked.
"Excuse me?"
"Ah, sorry," now he seemed to be embarrassed. "That was little forward of me, I admit. I'm sorry."
"No- just say it again, I wasn't paying attention," she corrected him. He brightened.
"Would you like to go out with me Friday night?"
Now how could she answer that one?
Next Chapter:
Malik didn't like flying. It made him nervous. Not so much when he was in the air, he wasn't worried about crashing or terrorists like everyone else was. What worried him was landing. He couldn't know what would happen when he did, and he wouldn't be home anymore so not only would events be occurring he had no control over, he wouldn't even be able to go home afterwards. But when Marik had been around, it had been better. Now...
Now he was going to have to land by himself. After that, he might find his yami dead.
So. School. Funny thing, school is. Homework, tests…laziness abounding everywhere. It's a very catchy disease, laziness, and since I'm already prone to it…but I want to get on my knees, tears of gratitiude running down my face, as I sent praise toward anyone and everyone who read last chapter and has waited patiently for this chapter. I cannot thank everyone who read this story enough- I have been so lazy about it. But finally, after three months, here is chapter 9. It would have been up sooner, but I wanted to make it longer…but I got distracted and tonight I just pulled out what I had written, stuck the disclaimer on top of it and was kind of like "Well I should just post the next chapter" so again, thank you all. Especially to all the people who reviewed last chapter. Again, on knees, tears of gratitude. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!
Hikari-Aoi: -sighs- and she posts up a new chapter, having not updated for like four months, and immeaditatly gets seven reviews...and she's gonna get more -sobs quietly- but ah, what's FFR? -blinks in confusion- I like DDR...any relation?
DragonKiana: -giggles hysterically- the scary bitch might not be so scary in this chapter...but give her a chapter or two and she will have a psychotic break down...next chapter it will just be drama drama drama...not hikaris in this one ('cept for the next time, but ah well) all hai seto jou!
Time-Again: -jumps up down ectatically- someone remember myishi! someone remember myishi! -grins- love you too...where would i be without my slightly insane reviewer and her other half to keep me going? ...but did i have to much of the OCs in this chapter...really don't wanna end up with another O Future Tell of Secrets fiasco -shudders violently at the member-
mandapandabug: i am, however, on my way to learning slightly less than fluent Latin..-grumbles- my sister's damn story is called Pharaoh's Unknown Child...it was a yami/tea story only til i corrupted her and then ryou/bakura was incorruprated and she promises a seto/joey moment in the epilogue...so while i'm still a tad jealous, its not an utterly lost cause i suppose...damn...i'm advertising for her, aren't i? Dammmit dammit dammit! -coughs quietly- hehe, i am a little whiny about my reivew aren't I? i should work on that...(i'll read your story) yay! pro-myishi! and they'll fall in love...but it won't be simple...and its not like I actually let joey get stolen from kaiba, the very idea is appalling...but kidnapped, that i think i'll have to work in next chatper...muahahahahahaha...and there will be torment invovled, but not so much help from the yamis, since a) on is dead b) the other two are being tortued for as of now an unknown reason...i think what needs to be done in the world is a fashion line dedicated completely to the coats worn in YGO...definitly not too long a review! and hey, if you give me a long one ever, even better! I loved the review! My most favoritest (thats bad English that there is) review is (just called my influenced by Shakespeare "that was the most unkindest cut of all" death to Julius Caeser. Again, and this time take the play with him!) and seriously, i loved the reivw. And now my reply might have been a little long...sorry..but it was just such a nice review!
GoddessoftheWaters: wow. that was long time ago.
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR REVIEWING (except GOTW, who didn't actually read the story, but still a review is a review...so i suppose her too) I HOPE YOU ALL THOUGHT THIS CHAPTER WAS SOMEWHAT PASSABLE AND FEEL INCLINED TO REVIEW AGAIN! PLEASE REVIEW! Remo