New chapter! Sorry I didn't post it earlier, I was on my boat having a blast! It was really hot here so the water felt really good. It was warmer than the school pool, if you can believe it. The weirdest part is, I have sunburn on my face, but nowhere else on my body…creepy.
Panmotto: Don't worry, Nami will get her revenge. (cue maniacal laughter)
Fish and Chips: Yes, those demons are bullies, but what do you expect them to do? Demons kill ruthlessly…I think…not like I am one…stop looking at me like that, but yea, she will give them their just desserts…a tree frog? COOL! I want one! I shall name him Slimy and he shall be mine, and he shall be my Slimy! Lol.
Disclaimer: I had a beautiful dream…but then I woke up when the lawyers slapped me.
The young witch fiddled with her tie in front of the bathroom mirror, making sure it was perfect and in line. Brushing her hair, Nami looked herself with a new confidence. 'Those demons may have embarrassed me yesterday, but today's another day.'
She set the brush down on the counter and twirled on her socks, walking out into the kitchen. Grabbing a banana, she watched as ShiShi licked himself and peeled her breakfast. Since she didn't really have any friends, both thought it would be better to eat in the dorm than the cafeteria, at least for a while.
The cat shook his body and leaped next to the refrigerator, rubbing his side against it. Nami sighed and opened the door, grabbing the carton of milk inside. She set it on the counter, reaching up to get a bowl and at the same time ShiShi trotted over and nuzzled the milk.
Pouring the milk, the young witch watched amused as he went in to get a sip before she was done, but backed away when a droplet when out to splash his nose. When she was done, he immediately dashed to the side of the bowl and scooped up the milk with his little pink tongue.
Nami smiled as she took another bite of her banana, then glanced at the clock. Choking, she ran into the bedroom to get her backpack and ran back into the living room. ShiShi gazed up from his meal as she struggled to get her shoes on her feet.
She ran over and picked up her pack, petting her neko roughly on his head before rushing out the door, locking it firmly behind her.
ShiShi shook his head and went back to his milk, 'Some things never change.'
Nami slid the door to her first class open, feeling nervous as everyone turned to her. Like before, when she walked down the rows, people ignored her or tried to trip her, but she didn't pay any attention.
Sitting down at her desk, she took out her notebook and pencil and placed them on the tabletop before hanging her backpack on the hook connected to the side of her desk. After that, she took in a deep breath and leaned against her palm, looking out the window.
Behind her were the first demons she met, watching her intently. Mokuba started to walk over to go and talk to her, when a hand placed itself firmly on his shoulder. He looked up at his older brother who was staring at the witch's back. Seto narrowed his eyes and shook his head and Mokuba looked at her with a sad expression.
Yugi also went to walk over to her, but a quick look at the rest of his friends made him sit back down on the top of his desk, seemingly embarrassed. Yami glanced at her but quickly turned to another direction and Joey gazed at her with sad eyes.
The witch in question felt their reactions and smiled, they cared…sort of. When the teacher walked in, Nami corrected her posture and had a kind smile planted on her face. The demons in the class raised their eyebrows, how could she be so calm after all that she had been through yesterday?
"Alright class. Let's get to work," the teacher announced.
The students promptly scrambled to their seats and faced the front where their teacher took out his notes and picked up his piece of chalk. Nami tapped the eraser of her pencil to her chin as she jotted down notes that her professor wrote on the board.
She'd show 'em all!
The school bell rang and everyone filed out of the classroom, heading to the Courtyard. Once there, Nami sat down on a stone bench, stretching her arms high above her head. Yawning, she leaned back on her palms and watched as the clouds past by, slower than snails.
A sudden breeze made her hair flow and ripple all over her face. The schoolgirl reached over and pulled the stray hairs behind her ear and sighed contently.
Behind her, a nearby bush rustled, startling her and caused her to turn around and look at it with a glare. A moment past and the shrub did nothing more suspicious, until it crackled again. Nami clenched her fist, ready to pop any demon one right in the jaw if they wanted to mess with her.
Another second past and a rat nipped out of the bush, followed speedily by ShiShi, running after it. The witch sighed with relief as her familiar chased around his victim, pouncing on it only for the rat to narrowly escape.
She followed them with her gaze until they ran out in front of her, under a pair of shoes. Starting with the shoes, her eyes slowly traveled up the newcomer's body until it reached his face and she gasped.
Narrowing her eyes, she looked at him and hissed, "What do you want?"
Shinji laughed, "What else? I want to prove to you that you can't pretend to be high and mighty and get away with it in my school."
"Your school? Last time I checked, this school belonged to the headmaster, and it wasn't you. True the guy is creepy, but he's still better looking than you!"
The demon growled and shot his arm out, grasping her neck in his hand and lifted her a few inches off the ground. He scowled and then smiled, watching as her hands tried hopelessly to remove his hold. Smirking, Shinji shifted his body, making her eyes open wide as he suddenly threw her out into the middle of the courtyard.
Several people screamed in surprise as Nami grunted, feeling as the ground ripped away part of her skin on her arms. Shinji chuckled and walked forward, stopping a few feet from her body, amused at watching her vainly tried to push herself up.
"Just like I thought. You are a weak little human." he sneered.
The girl didn't reply and instead slowly climbed to her feet, wincing and grasping her right arm, where some blood was flowing down. The beast smirked and walked closer, pulling back his clawed fist and launching it into her stomach. Her face twisted into one of agony as she flew back even further, landing coarsely on her back.
By now, all of the students had gathered around the two in a half circle, watching the fight with unbroken stares. Yugi and Mokuba had half a mind to go in there and save her, but Shinji was too powerful, and Joey balled his fists; his power was only the most effective on the full moon.
Nami lie there for a moment, catching her breath before sitting up again, making a wave of gasps travel through the crowd. She stood up hunched and grinned, wiping away from blood from her lip, which made some spectators drool.
A black cat sat on a wall behind the crowd, focusing on his master. His giant eyes didn't waver from her as he used magic to give her the confidence she needed to beat that demon. 'If she gets hurt, who will give me my belly rubs?'
The girl smiled and laughed a bit, "Is that your best? Your form was horrible!"
Everyone gasped and Shinji growled, cracking his knuckles. Tristan looked at Joey, who had fought with Shinji many times. It was a silent jester of asking 'Will she make it?' The rest of their group awaited his answer, as well, but the werewolf's concentration didn't break from the witch, meant she had a good chance. Then he shrugged and everyone doubled over.
"She's a witch," Joey explained, "Who knows what she could do?"
"Sadly, he has a point there." Seto mocked.
"Watch it! The fight's with those two!" Yami growled, focusing everyone's attention on the sorceress.
Back in the boxing ring, Nami looked through the crowd, smiling when she saw her cat on the wall, parallel to her right. Through gestures only the two could understand, she argued with ShiShi with the demons around her thinking she was just catching her breath.
'Please? Can I please use magic? Just a bit!'
The neko visibly sighed, 'Well, are you ready to face the consequences?'
She blinked at him three times, tilting her head in confusion. He nearly doubled over before regaining his posture, what was he thinking? Of course she didn't know what would happen in the future, magic or logic. It skipped a generation.
'All right! Just stun him or something, but don't kill him.'
Nami's expression almost made her guardian die laughing; it was a mixture of amusement, horror and question. Amused from the joke, horror that she would try to kill the worst part being him, and question as to how she would do it.
"Hey, don't tell me you have brain damage already, 'cause I'm not done with you yet!"
Shinji's taunt made her jump in surprise and turn her attention back to him. The demon glanced out of the corner of his eye to what she was looking at, but saw nothing and shrugged it off. He advanced towards the human again, his fist lashing out for a punch in the gut, but this time, she was ready.
Nami caught his hand in mid-punch and held him in one place. His eyes opened wide as she even pushed him back a bit, smirking the entire time. In a flash, the witch twisted his arm and sent a small jolt of electricity through his body and made him cry out in pain.
The shock didn't kill him, it barely even fazed him, but he crumbled to his knees anyway. It probably didn't hurt him, but sending a few volts into your spine can shut down your whole nervous system. In her head, the witch thought the jolt would last a few hours for a human minimum, for a demon…a few seconds.
God was she right!
Approximately two point three eight five seconds later, Shinji stood up with his hand squeezing her neck once again. Behind him, the crowd started to move and fidget, many people looking behind them when a man dressed in a light gray short sleeve shirt, gray sweats and a navy baseball shoved his way to the front.
"Alright! Break it up, you two!"
Shinji snarled and looked behind him in disbelief, "Coach!"
Coach Shane walked up and forcefully yanked the demon's hand from his grip around the girl's neck. Shinji growled and backed away as the coach bent down to the wheezing witch sitting on her knees, making sure she was ok.
"Ok! There's nothing to see here! Get to your classes!" the coach roared over the excitement.
The students didn't move and crowded closer, some seeing if there was any spare blood she was loosing. Coach narrowed his eyes and shot everyone a death glare, making them grab their stuff and run off, even Shinji left.
"You sure you're gonna be ok, girl?" he asked, trying to force more caring than he wanted. In the end he sounded like she had lost her family in a cow tipping accident.
"Yeah…" Nami coughed and rubbed her throat, "I'll be fine, but I gotta get to class."
The instructor stood up, crossing his arms and shaking his head, "No way. You have to go straight to the infirmary. Shinji gave you some pretty bad blows there."
She shook her head and stood up, not wincing in the slightest. Walking over, she grabbed her bag and held over her shoulder and faced the school building before looking over at the teacher.
"I'm going to be late. Thank you for your help!"
After that she ran into the structure with her pack bouncing up and down on her back. The coach lifted his hat up a bit and scratched his head with a finger, completely puzzled.
'No ordinary human could move so fast after a fight like that. Heck, I don't even think they'd be alive! Just what is she anyway?'
The classroom door slid open as Nami stepped through, shutting it behind her. Her teacher, in mid-stroke with a piece of chalk, as well as the whole class, stared at her as she shyly strode to the front of the room.
"Sorry I'm late." she bowed and scurried to her desk, taking out her materials.
The teacher blinked and shrugged, continuing with her lesson, while whispers spread through the room. Tristan looked at Joey and Mai glanced at Seto; every demon was thinking the same thing. How is she alive?
The witch giggled silently to herself as their thoughts passed through her mind; it was a rare gift of natural mind reading. The thoughts would come and go like the breeze, she could only her phases and a few words unless she was really paying attention, like that would ever happen.
Shutting everyone out, she returned to the lesson, catching up on the notes she already had missed and rubbing her neck absentmindedly. There was still a little twinge, but it would go away soon enough.
As the class was near ending, students were either doing silent work or talking amongst themselves. Having no one to talk to, Nami went ahead and started on her homework, why not?
Behind her, the familiar group of misfit demons was talking amid themselves. Joey wasn't paying full attention; his eyes were on the witch girl.
"You know, you should go out with her. She is actually in your range." Seto scorned.
Joey scowled, "You know very well that I already have a girlfriend!"
Joey pointed a finger towards Mai was sitting on a desk, seductively leaning over and doing her work. When she didn't move, Yami had to nudge her before she looked up and smiled, making all of the men sigh outwardly.
"That's not it guys," the werewolf continued, all eyes now on him, "Something doesn't smell right."
"Whoops, sorry." Tristan said immediately.
Joey blinked three times before shaking his head and leaning against his palm, "I meant about her."
"Oh."
"Well, Joey," Mokuba piped in, "The sense of smell is your expertise, what's wrong with her?"
"Well…" He fumbled with his words before explaining, "We all saw what happened between her and Shinji. Now I've fought that bastard plenty-o-times, sometimes barely coming away with my life. That girl scarcely touched 'im, and he was on the ground wailing in pain, if only for a sec. Yet, 'member how he pummeled her? Now she walks in 'ere like nothing' happened! Don't ya find that a bit weird?"
Everyone nodded except for Tristan; he blinked and brought his finger to his chin in thought. Shrugging, he tiptoed over to right beside her in her blind spot. From there, the demon leaned over and went to peek down the back of her shirt when Yugi wrapped his arms around Tristan's waist and pulled him back, both landing on the floor.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Seto roared.
The demon rubbed that back of his head in embarrassment, "I wanted to see her wounds."
"God damn fool." Bakura muttered, arms crossed and looking out the window.
"Well, what do you suggest we do then, Einstein?" Tristan retorted back.
"If I must…"
They all watched as Bakura walked beside her desk his arms crossed. He then fell to the floor, a pathetic attempt at trying to make her believe he tripped on the desk. Few words were spoken between them before the demon walked over to his own desk in the next row, pretending to get a pencil and headed right back.
Like normal, he leaned against the wall with his arms folded on his chest before grumbling, "Too soft for her own good…"
Yami raised his eyebrow, "Well?"
Bakura looked at him, "The mutt was right for once, something strange is up with her."
A moment passed and nobody spoke. Mokuba started to fidget, a nasty habit, and the white-haired demon immediately glared at him, asking what was wrong without any words passing through his lips.
"Well…go on. What was wrong with her?" he asked before shrinking behind his big brother.
Bakura grunted before looking away, not wanting to answer yet. His friends started to squirm as well, not doing well under the suspense. Before long, Seto lost his cool.
"Would you tell us already!" he hissed.
The demon sighed and looked at them, then the floor, not quite sure what to say. He could feel Seto's stare burn into him and looked up, not focusing on anyone.
"You all saw how her arm was badly ripped to shreds, right? And how her neck had those giant bruises?"
They all nodded, taking the time to silently question one another. Where was he going with this? Yami, for one, answered for everybody out loud.
"So? What's your point?"
Bakura sighed and looked them in the eye, "When I just saw her now, she had no wounds."
"What!"
He nodded, "There was no sign that she had ever been injured. She talked to me normally without any hesitation or dry, croaky voice. She even went to help me up with her bad arm."
Confused stares were seen throughout their little circle. Mokuba looked up in question to his big brother as Yugi looked up at his own. Joey looked down in thought as Tristan scratched his head. The temptress blinked before scooting closer to Joey and wrapping her arms around of one his, leaning against him with a warm smile on her face.
All of them had one question going through their minds; Just who is Nami Satoru?
Yey! Done!
Oh, and sorry to any Mai fans, she's turning out to be a bimbo. Yeah…they call her a "temptress" for a reason, she isn't too head smart. And sorry to any Tristan fans…he's pretty dumb too.
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