Necropolis demon
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Necro: Gasp…this chapter is actually longer…
The GameChapter 13 The Look
Wednesday, another boring school day for Ryou Bakura who had to endure three straight lectures and two pop quizzes…and the day had just begun. The little white haired teen had been so stressed about everything in his life…things were going into hyper-drive with his being an apprentice and the contest and then there's school…
All this excitement and Seto Kaiba just WASN'T here to join in with the slow and painful death of the class…lucky him…the brunette was at work AGAIN while his poor pale assistant was going through his own hell at school, taking notes for himself AND his boss.
It was kind of odd for Ryou to be at school that day seeing as he was supposed to tend to Kaiba at all times…which meant he always had to be with the CEO. That morning, Ryou had been trying to keep his mind off his problem on how he was going to tell his friends that he was now Kaiba's assistant…no matter how hard he tried to concentrate on listening to the discussions or answering tests he just couldn't take his mind off that single problem…
…How was he going to tell his friends the news without sending them to a coma?
At lunch, Ryou was about to confront his friends but his friends actually got to him first…sort of, "Ok Ryou, what's the deal?" Tristan questioned, raising a suspicious brow at the pale teen
"Excuse me?" the pale teen spoke, "what do you mean?"
"Oh come off it Ryou" Tea spoke, "You've been taking notes for two persons." She started.
"And we KNOW it's for Kaiba so spill!" Joey scowled, demanding an explanation from Ryou.
"Well…yes about that…" Ryou started but was cut off by a raving blond.
"I mean…I just DON'T get it…why are ya' takin' notes for that bastard? Why are ya' so nice to him? WHY!" Joey rambled on and on…and on…and on…until finally Ryou spoke up.
"It's just that…"
"That WHAT?" Joey scowled, veins threatening to pop out of his eyes or something…it was comical.
"I-I've been wanting to tell you guys this since early this morning but…" Ryou fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat as four pairs of eyes were watching him, a deep breath… "I…sortofbecameKaiba'spersonalassistantandnowIworkforhimcozhismybossnowandpleasedon'tbeangrywithme!" the pale teen said quickly, not pausing for a moment to breath.
For a moment the group paused…trying to decipher what was said…then all of a sudden Joey went ballistic, "WHAT! Kaiba…that SON OF A-mmphf!"
"Joey…please watch you language, we're at school!" Yugi pleaded, his hand covering the blond's mouth.
"I can't believe you work for Kaiba now!" Tea exclaimed in awe, "Err…so what's your job again?"
"I-I'm sort of…Kaiba's assistant or something, I have to do everything he says, I have to be obedient and please him…but I'm still learning to be a proper secretary or the like…I'll have to spend a lot of time with him because he'll be grooming me to be a proper apprentice of his so we'll probably be hanging out more often to do some stuff…" the white blond trailed off, noticing that his usually loud blond classmate who hates Kaiba to the max was now quiet and had apparently passed out…
"JOEY!"
After a few attempts on waking up Joey, the blond finally regained consciousness, "Man…Ryou, have ya' gone insane? Why did ya' have ta' go on and work for that guy?" Joey exclaimed loudly, utterly disappointed…and worried.
"Look…guys, it's not as bad as you may think…Kaiba's actually ok." The young KC employee defended.
"But still Ryou-" Tea started in a tone of worry.
"He doesn't yell, taunt, abuse or insult me if that's what you guys are thinking…really, he's ok." Ryou explained, thinking that those were what his friends thought Kaiba was doing to him, "Guys, I'll be fine."
Knowing that Ryou wouldn't budge on his decision on working for Kaiba, the group sighed and reluctantly gave up though Joey was still not quite happy "Well…as long as you say that he doesn't hurt you or anything…I suppose it's all right." Yugi spoke up then smiled at his pale classmate who also smiled back at him.
Just then the most unexpected late comer of the day came striding into the classroom as if he owned the place, immediately catching the attention of Yugi's group…Speaking of the devil…it was of course the perfect Mr. Kaiba with his oh so sturdy and invincible briefcase…but what's this! Seto Kaiba's NOT wearing his school uniform at school…he's NOT wearing the prescribed uniform of the school…he's breaking an important school rule! He's wearing casual clothes at school on a regular school day…that is if you consider a white gravity-defying trench coat and belts strapped on your upper arms and legs 'casual'.
"Oh Kaiba, I didn't know you were going to come-" Ryou started but was cut off while looking up at Kaiba who was approaching him.
"Come on." The CEO brusquely took Ryou's upper arm and pulled the white blond up from his seat.
With a little stumble, Ryou got up from his seat as his boss was pulling him, "W-what?" Ryou wondered, standing still for a moment in slight protest from being pulled too roughly.
"Hey Kaiba, watch it will ya'! Ya' can't just drag Ryou around like that ya' know!" Joey barked at the CEO, gaining the full attention of their other classmates who were entering the classroom.
"Whatever mutt. Come on Ryou, we're wasting time." The brunette brushed off the blond's scowl and calmly tugged on Ryou's arm one more time, eliciting a yelp from the shy teen.
"W-wait, what?" the white blond raised a brow as Kaiba looked around Ryou's desk to locate the white blond's schoolbag.
Kaiba merely took hold of Ryou's schoolbag and handed it to the pale teen who received it questionably, "Gather your belongings, you'll be missing classes today." The authoritative teen ordered, already pulling out a piece of paper, which was actually Ryou's excuse slip for the rest of the day.
"Why does Ryou have to miss his classes for ya' huh!" Joey started again, this time his voice louder than ever and his fist starting to tremble in anger…Yugi and Tristan saw the fire in their blond friend's eyes and decided to hold off the pissed off blond before the guy started a brawl with the millionaire.
"Because he works for me you moron." Kaiba retorted calmly…all too calmly, which made Joey angrier.
"Well…even if he does, ya' can't just let him miss school or tug on his arm like he's a rope or somethin'…he's really sensitive ya' know!" the infuriated blond scowled at Kaiba, about to lunge forward but was not able to since he was being held back by Tristan.
Upon seeing a little quarrel about to get serious, the teacher immediately rushed towards the group of teens and quieted things down. "Ok, that's enough you two. Joey, there shall be no throat-ripping or head-banging in this classroom." She scolded, "Oh, I didn't expect to see you in school today Mr. Kaiba." She added upon seeing the rich teen in school.
"Will you be staying for classes?" the teacher inquired.
"No sensei, I came here to pick up Ryou." The CEO replied calmly.
"Business?" the teacher raised a brow, receiving a curt nod from her gruff student, "I see…very well. Ryou you may go but before you do, ask one of your classmates to bring you your homework later on." With that the teacher headed to her desk as other students began filling the classroom.
Ryou kindly asked Yugi if he could bring him his homework later on, Yugi of course cheerfully said yes and even helped Ryou pack up his school things. With a final glance at the classroom, Ryou slung his school bag over one shoulder and waved goodbye to Yugi and the others then trailed behind his boss who had went on ahead.
As the two teens sauntered towards the exit of the school building, Ryou inquired to Kaiba about his skipping of classes for that day, "Um…where are we going anyway?" he asked, looking at his classmate's calm façade.
The taller of the two did not respond but instead pulled out a cell phone and began to converse with the person in the other line. Slightly upset at being ignored, Ryou decided to just be quiet and clutched his backpack tighter as they made their way towards the limousine waiting outside.
Once inside the vehicle, Kaiba ended his phone call then spoke to the pale teen, "Do you have any formal attires at home?" he asked brusquely.
"No, not really…that suit I wore at the yacht party was probably the only one I had that was fit for such occasions." The apprentice replied in an embarrassed way, "Why do you ask?"
"Since you're going to be appearing with me to conferences and parties, I suggest that you get yourself some new suits." Kaiba replied.
Ok…this was going to be a tad bit hard…since one; Ryou was never one who was good with choosing stylish suits that would suit him and two; suits for such occasions were most definitely NOT cheap and the teen couldn't afford to buy one seeing as he lives alone and has to budget his money for food, rent and such.
As if reading Ryou's mind during the silence, Kaiba spoke, "I suppose I'll have to get something tailored for you." he said, "Driver."
"Yes sir." Came the chauffeur's obedient reply.
"You know where to."
"Yes sir." At that response, the limo made a right turn and headed towards their destination.
In a few minutes, the limo was parked in front of one of Domino's most famous boutiques, the 'Fait sur Mesure', a French tailoring shop where Ryou's attires were to be made. As the two teens entered the shop, a red haired woman in her forty's immediately greeted them, "Welcome, welcome…ah, Monsieur Kaiba! What a surprise!" the kind lady with gray hairs and a slightly French accent gleefully welcomed the teens, "Come to have another trench coat tailored monsieur? We have a couple of new designs from Paris…would you like to see?"
"No thank you madam, I'm here with my assistant Ryou who needs something formal for wear." Kaiba replied to the warm lady, gesturing towards Ryou who was standing behind him shyly.
"Awe… 'Ryou', such a nice name…and such a handsome young man!" the madam practically squealed, pronouncing 'Ryou' as 'Ree- you' instead of the Japanese 'Ryoh' and making a pretty damn good impersonation of a grandmother about to pinch her adorable grandchildren's cheeks.
At the comment, Ryou smiled shyly and blushed but kinda felt weird hearing his name pronounced wrong, while Kaiba rolled his eyes at the woman's antics; 'such a handsome young man'? Now that sounded like a compliment for an 8-year-old boy…or the woman implying to Kaiba 'you've got a real catch here monsieur!'
"Now then, something formal…I think it would be best if we go for a certain flare…not too vintage like other suits otherwise it would look rather dull, especially on someone with your elegant physique monsieur." The lady analyzed the teen's form, circling around Ryou who felt a bit uncomfortable at having the old woman's eyes all over him. Thinking of a nice design for the teen, the woman inquired. "What is your full name monsieur?" she asked in a friendly tone.
"R-Ryou…Ryou Bakura." Ryou replied. The lady grabbed a clipboard lying on top of a nearby counter that the teen had not noticed before and scribbled Ryou's name on it.
"Ok, now come along dear." The friendly woman led the two to another room with mirrors and a small changing cubicle with curtains, "Now then your measurements." She said, pulling out her measuring tape from her pocket and starting to take measurements. The madam had another female assistant who scribbled down Ryou's measurements as she wound the tape around Ryou while Kaiba sat on a comfortable chair by the corner and simply watched.
After the measurements were taken the woman then asked Kaiba about the material to be used, "Now then Monsieur Kaiba, we have his measurements…what material did you have in mind for him?"
After a moment of consideration the brunette spoke, "Leather." He stated blankly unlike Ryou's reply upon hearing this.
"EXCUSE ME?" the white blond screeched, eyes bugging out and face all red and flushed as he quickly sauntered towards Kaiba's side…I mean, Ryou's first impression on hearing the word 'leather' was of course tight form-fitting maybe even do I dare say it…sluttish leather pants.
"Ah leather…very nice choice!" responded the other female who had been scribbling down Ryou's measurements on a clipboard.
"WHAT?" the white blond yelped still flushed.
"He would look rather good in it." Kaiba calmly spoke, joining in with the comedic scene.
At this, Ryou flushed even more and felt his face grow hotter…Kaiba thought he'd look good in leather? "W-W-WOULD NOT!"
"Perhaps something skin tight and form-fitting would be best?" the friendly lady suggested with a rather mischievous tone behind that sweet motherly voice of hers…was this lady some sort of sadistic hypocrite who loved to torture innocent customers or something?
"Perhaps." Kaiba replied in agreement to the French lady.
"K-Kaiba!" at this point, Ryou looked redder than a tomato if that was even possible.
Disappointed sigh, "Very well…I suppose there's something else that would suit you better." Kaiba replied then contemplated on what would go well with Ryou's look, "Perhaps a trench coat would be nice."
"A trench coat?" Ryou meekly spoke, his face slowly returning to normal color.
A curt nod, "a trench coat…like mine." Kaiba replied, "Yes, it would be nice and we'd match…exactly like a master and an apprentice" he added.
"Hmm…Yes." The madam circled around Ryou, once in a while glancing at Kaiba to get a look of the white trench coat Kaiba was wearing, "Monsieur Bakura would look exceptional in a trench coat like yours Monsieur Kaiba…only…" she paused.
"Only what?" the CEO raised a brow.
"Are you sure? Your trench coat was supposed to be one-of-a-kind monsieur…" the madam spoke with uncertainty; Kaiba's trench coat was one of her best one-of-a-kind works and her shop was well-known because of that said trench coat.
"I'm quite fine with it madam." Kaiba replied stoically.
"Very well." She turned towards Ryou, "I think it would be nice if we go with a design exactly like the one on Monsieur Kaiba's coat but yours will reach only up to the knees unlike Monsieur Kaiba's which flows down up to the lower legs. Is that fine with you my dear?"
"D-do I really have to wear a trench?" the white blond unsurely asked his classmate, who dismissed the question with a nod; it wasn't like Ryou didn't want to try wearing such a cool outfit, truth was, he really did like to try it but…it was just, he thought that he wouldn't look good in it.
"If you think you're not going to look good in it you're wrong because you will look good in a trench, and I approve of the madam's suggestion on making yours reach only up to the knees." Kaiba spoke to Ryou as if he read the teen's mind…was Kaiba psychic or something? And why did Ryou's trench coat have to be shorter?
"My longer trench coat matches my height and accentuates my long legs…a trench that'll reach only up to your knees or lower thighs would fit you since it would be better if the viewer of your outfit paid more attention to the upper part of your body…more specifically that trademark hair of yours." The brunette spoke, again, as if reading his classmate's mind.
Okay…weird…now, since when did Kaiba turn into an almighty 'fashion guru'? "Are you ok with it?" the CEO asked Ryou.
Ryou nodded then glanced at the nearby mirror; he couldn't believe that he was going to wear something similar to Kaiba's famous gravity defying trench coat…that trench was supposed to be one-of-a-kind! It was Kaiba's signature style! And here he was…about to be given a sort of uniform similar to his boss' outfit…guess this 'apprentice thing' really was extremely important to Kaiba if it made him give up his 'look' to Ryou.
The madam had said that she still kept the old primary designs of Kaiba's trench coat from when she first designed it so it would be easy to make another one. The original trench took a pretty long time to be completed since the madam had to design certain patterns and think of a few ways to stitch the garment all together…it was extremely hard to create a trench coat like Kaiba's that really LITERALLY defied gravity with that really cool tail flaring behind.
To make another one was going to be hard but it was going to be a lot easier than making the first one…at least this time, the madam had a pattern and guide already ready. It wasn't going to take the madam long to make Ryou's outfit since she had mentioned that she could get it done on the same day; Kaiba had told the French lady that it was imperative that the uniform be completed as soon as possible.
Since the madam still had some of the original exported fabric and materials used for Kaiba's trench coat stored in her shop from Kaiba's last trench coat, she said that the uniform could be finished later on in the afternoon after only a few hours.
With nothing else to do at the French shop, Kaiba and Ryou exited the said boutique and drove off to the KaibaCorp building where Kaiba headed straight towards his office while leaving his classmate in the care of one of his stern female eyeglass-wearing assistants who was supposed to tutor the shy apprentice on business and stuff like that.
As the day progressed, Ryou got a tour around the KaibaCorp building and on the way his tutor would ask him a few questions both personal and professional and point out a few things that the newbie would need to take notes on like a few numbers of Kaiba's other associates, important people, upcoming meetings and events and some details about other things.
At Ryou's school, in the middle of an important discussion on Literature, Joey was growling while glaring heatedly at the empty desk that Kaiba usually occupied, murmuring two words over and over again for the past hour ever since Ryou and Kaiba had left the room, "manipulative bastard manipulative bastard manipulative bastard…."
"Okay…that's enough grumbling Joey, sensei's going to hear you" Tristan, who was sitting in the seat beside Joey's whispered a warning to his friend.
Still, Joey did not listen since he was stubbornly too busy hating Kaiba, "manipulative bastard manipulative bastard…" the blond continued, this time his voice seemed to be becoming a little more audible to everyone in his row.
"Joey, quiet down." Tristan frantically enticed while still whispering, noticing that some of his classmates were hearing Joey's grumbling and might attract the attention of their teacher.
But still, the blond teen went on and on, "manipulative bastard manipulative bastard manipulative bastard…" again, this time his voice was slightly louder than the last chain of curses, causing other classmates to hear and turn their heads.
"Man, Joey, if you're not going to shut up sensei's bound to hear you." Tristan coaxed Joey to quiet down one more time, before finally sighing in defeat.
"Manipulative bastard manipulative bastard manipulative bastard…"
"Joey Wheeler, who was Lady Shikibu Murasaki?" the sensei asked, still writing something on the chalkboard and not exactly looking at the teen she had questioned.
"Manipulative bastard." Joey grumbled, still in his own little world of Kaiba-loathing.
"What was that? I didn't quite hear you." this time the teacher turned around to face her student.
"Manipulative bastard." The teen once again griped.
"Excuse me? Lady Murasaki was a what?" this time the usually patient sensei turned towards her pupil's desk to hear her student's answer.
"Manipulative bastard." Joey grumbled a little louder, this time quite audible to the whole class; it seems like the blond duelist wasn't the least bit aware of the class or anybody for that matter.
"Why!" the teacher was aghast, "Don't use that kind of language here at school!" the sensei scolded.
"Manipulative bastard." Again, Joey got even angrier at the thought of that cold-hearted, money-grubbing, unfeeling bastard that he thought was probably spiting him and his friends by taking advantage of poor Ryou.
"Are you aware that you are being questioned by a-" this time the sensei was REALLY pissed off.
And so was Joey…
"MANIPULATIVE BASTARD!"
SMACK! Sensei finally got super pissed off and threw the chalkboard eraser at Joey who got hit squarely at the face…chalk dust and all…ouch…
"Joey Wheeler! Outside!" the teacher yelled, pointing towards the door.
"Told you to be quiet." Tristan smugly scolded his friend who reluctantly got up from his seat and exited the classroom, Joey murmuring something different that went something like; "Evil sensei Evil sensei Evil sensei"
Yugi and Tea just sighed as Tristan and a few others tried to will down their giggles and laughter…well…that was quite an icebreaker for a boring class now wasn't it?
Necro: Ouch, my back hurts! I've been typing this chapter since 8 a.m. till 8 p.m. trying to get past my writer's block and I've like…had three cups of coffee in the morning alone…I can't really remember how many Cappuccinos I've had in the afternoon, which as you know is unhealthy for teens my age. You know, that last classroom scene wasn't really planned…it was just, I thought the chapter was short and that I could add more so I sort of remembered this one time that my 'chapter-poster' (guy who posts my fics) got into trouble in that exact same scenario! I couldn't stop laughing at him for accidentally calling the teacher 'Creature Teacher'
I hope this fic was good…this was totally not planned…
That 'Ryou in a trench like Kaiba's' thing was an idea formed purely by accident; one afternoon, I was drawing a few pictures of Kaiba and Ryou. In one drawing, Kaiba was in his famous flaring white trench coat from battle city, the other drawing I had was one with Ryou in his normal school uniform. So anyway…wouldn't you know it, the guy who posts my fics for me approached me and accidentally spilled water all over my drawings! At first I was BEYOND pissed (my right eye practically twitched in anger) but when I looked down at my drawings I realized that the water had made the papers a bit transparent, transparent enough that I could see the lines from the Kaiba drawing underneath showing on the Ryou drawing on top. I held up the two pieces that had stuck together and looked at my works, noticing the trench coat pattern of my Kaiba drawing visible on my Ryou drawing. Then it hit me, Ryou in a KC trench coat! Thanks to that accident I got the idea! I practically squeezed the life out of my clumsy pal.
R – E – V – I – E – W put it all together and what does it say? REVIEW, do it, It makes authors happy /grin/
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