New chapter! (spins in chair) All right, incase I don't get to post another chapter I want to tell my faithful readers now. I DID start my Shaman King fic, so some time must now go to that. I can feel some writer's block forming, so sorry 'bout that. Plus, I'm going on vacation in a few days and sadly I don't have a laptop or a computer so it might be a while before I post any more chapters.

BTW- Things get kinda weird in this chapter. There are some perverts in town!

Panmotto: Yes, ShiShi is pretty great. You'll see him in action pretty soon…I hope.

Horise890: You got some pretty interesting friends. The Demonic Mutant Bagel Bite Experiments from Behind the Band-Aid Box? Well, a compliment's a compliment.

Disclaimer: You know what? Fine! I don't care! Take Yu-Gi-Oh away from me! No, wait! I was being sarcastic! Dammit!


Nami groaned as light shined into her eye. She rolled over, but furrowed his brow when she didn't feel the soft comfort of her sheets. Sticking a hand out, it patted the surface next to her in several places, feeling strange, itchy fabric instead of warm, silky bed sheets.

With a moan, she slowly fluttered her eyes open, jerking when she saw the carpeted floor of her living room. With a swift motion, she quickly sat up before hunching over, rubbing her sleepy eyes. The sunlight shining through the window told her that it was morning, but last night was a blur.

"Well, look who's finally up."

"Not now, ShiShi." she replied as she shakily got to her feet.

Rubbing her eyes free of sleep, she headed down the hallway. The cat thought she would be going to the bathroom to take a shower, but wasn't completely surprised when she went into the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed.

ShiShi rolled his eyes and trotted after her, his tail straight up in the air. He leaped onto the bed and sat on his butt next to her face, watching as it slowly turned towards him, grimacing from the light.

"What happened?" she groggily mumbled.

He shrugged, "You used up a bit too much magic. After your 'friends' left, you passed out on the floor. I don't really blame you, you had a pretty exciting day."

Her spirits lifted a bit, "So…I don't have to go to school today?"

"Don't push your luck."

The witch yelled and grasped one of her pillows, throwing it across the room, trying to hit her cat. Too bad for her, he ducked in the nick of time, watching dully as it soared and knocked into her closet.

"Careful you don't break anything," he said as he fell from the bed, landing on his feet, "Oh, and you better get ready or you'll be late."

"What!"

The classroom door slid open as Nami dragged her feet into the room, shutting the door behind her. It took an unusual amount of energy to walk to her desk and cave in into her seat. Immediately, she laid her head down and snuggled into her arms, trying to fall back asleep.

Bakura, being his usual "Lets put down the human!" self walked over and sat on the desk in front of her. Smirking, he leaned forward and poked her in the head, not even getting movement in return.

"Go…. Away…" her voice came wearily and muffled.

"Aww…what's wrong? Did the widdle human not get enough sleep last night?" he asked, like he was talking to a two year old.

"Shut…up. I'm trying to sleep…"

"I can see that much."

By this time the rest of the gang walked up, puzzled that Nami was acting more tired than regular. They sat on the desks around hers, while Yugi stepped forward and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Are you ok?"

"So…tired…" was her response.

"Why would you be tired? You didn't really…do…anything…." Tristan trailed off.

"I used a lot of magic yesterday, beating up Shinji twice, the fire trick…so freaking tired." she grumbled.

Seto scoffed, "Well, why didn't you get some sleep?"

"I did…but I was in a trance."

"What's that mean?" Mokuba piped in.

The witch groaned, not wanting to take this right now. Her head was pounding, she was aching all over and she still had a magic shortage. It felt like a hangover…not like she had one before.

"I was meditating, not sleeping. Meaning my mind and magic was restored and not my body. So…I feel like I have a hangover."

Yami leaned forward, examining her with his sharp eyes, "You might want to see the nurse. What hurts exactly?"

"My head's throbbing, my body's sore, and my vision is a bit blurry. Not to mention my stomach is killing me!" she listed, clutching her abdomen.

Bakura raised an eyebrow, leaning over. He tried to tilt his head and get a good look of her stomach through her shirt, but to no avail. So, he went to plan B. The demon reached over and grabbed her shirt lifting it so that her stomach was revealed and part of her bra was sticking out.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!"

He ignored her screams as he and the rest of the gang looked closer and shot back almost immediately. On her stomach was a giant bluish bruise the size of a dinner plate against her creamy skin. Yami narrowed his eyes and experimentally, traced his finger along it, making Nami wince.

"Ever thought that might be the problem?"

Nami grabbed her shirt and pulled it back, underneath her chin and took a good look at it. She brushed her fingers on it lightly and cringed in tenderness.

"Huh… I guess that didn't heal."

"What do ya mean?" questioned Joey.

"You do mean you can heal yourself?" the youngest vampire jumped up and down.

She rolled her eyes, "Duh. But I wonder why that one didn't heal?"

"I think our main problem is your wound, not why it didn't heal." Yami said, tracing it in the air.

Joey leaned closer and inspected it like an all-knowing doctor, "You really should see the nurse. This looks serious."

Mai nodded and smiled, wrapping her arms around Nami's shoulders like a big sister would. Then she leaned her head against the witch's and stared into her eyes. A new feeling arose in the young girl; it felt weird, like her hormones were taking over. She shook her head quickly and regained her senses, but looked down in question. Her stomach no longer hurt anymore, well, except when pressing it, and her head felt cleared.

"Wow…dat's weird."

The witch looked over at Joey, who was watching the two intently. He then grinned and leaned back, placing his arms behind his head.

"Mai's taken a liking to you. She usually doesn't like strangers, which is why she's really quiet and only hangs out with us." he explained, looking over at the blonde, "She probably used her powers to help you."

Nami looked over at the temptress, using all her mind power not to look her in the eye again, but she just smiled.

"I'm sorry if it felt a little weird, Hun. I'm afraid I didn't really know what else to do."

"T-T-That's ok. J-Just don't d-do it again, o-ok?" she stuttered, smiling lightly.

Mokuba ran over and jumped onto her lap (1), he almost went to hug her when he remembered the wound, then he asked nervously, "Are you sure you're gonna be ok now?"

The young schoolgirl looked into Mokuba's eyes, he was wondering all of the possible answers to that question in his mind. She recognized the look in his eyes; it was the one she used against her older family. It was a look of pure innocence, question and caring. It was at that moment, she felt like it was to look after him and be a big sister… for who knows what reason.

"Yeah… I'm gonna be just fine." The girl replied cheerful and ruffled his hair.

The teacher walked into the room, heading straight for the front. He put down his briefcase on his desk, pulling out a bunch of papers and laid them on top. Then he picked up a piece of chalk, writing on the board before turning to his class.

"Alright. I have you pop quizzes ready to had back to you," the teacher said, picking up the papers.

"I'm gonna die!" Nami cried out, sobbing into her hands while Mokuba looked at her weirdly.

Everyone went back to their seats while the teacher walked up and down the rows, passing out the papers. There were several moans and a couple of cheers, mostly moans though. It seems like some people don't know their stuff.

"Um… teach?" Joey raised his hand, pointing to his grade in the upper corner, "I think you got my grade mixed up."

"No Joey. That's an F and no matter how many times you raise your hand, it will stay an F.," the professor said dully.

The werewolf looked down at his desk while the teacher placed Nami's paper face down on her desk. Everyone else in their little group looked at theirs and came over to ask how she did.

"I don't know."

"What do ya mean? Your paper's right there." Tristan said, tapping on the paper.

"I know. I didn't look at it yet."

"Why not?" asked Yami, casually sitting beside the test.

"I don't know."

"Just look at it, Hun! You'll never know if you don't." Mai nudged her.

"Yeah, she'll never know how bad she flunked." snickered Bakura, waving his B in front of the witch's face.

"Fine! I'll look! Just…stop that please!" she slapped the paper out of his hand.

Nami gulped as her hand shakily reached out towards the paper, the rest of her body curling up. She was acting the like test would explode in her face as soon as she touched it. Her hand moved as fast as lightning, taking the paper and holding it in front of her face.

"Well?"

She smirked and smacked the quiz down onto the table, purposely having her hand cover her grade. All of the demons watched in anticipation as she grinned at Bakura. She slowly removed her hand and all of their heads smashed together to look at the grade.

"An A! How the hell did you get an A!" the white-haired demon growled.

The witch had a grin a mile long as she leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed, "I guess I'm just better than you are, Kura."

"What did you call me!" he demanded.

"Alright! That's enough class! We still have to get started on today's lesson. Everyone please take your seats and take out your books. Turn to page 173, please." the teacher called over all the noise.


The bell finally rang and everyone rushed out of the building and into the Courtyard, just like a normal day. Nami started walking down the stone pathways with her hands holding onto the leather straps of her backpack attached to her shoulders, absentmindedly looking at nothing.

She started heading towards the building again, to go to her next class when a hand grabbed her shoulder. She literally jumped five feet in the air and behind her, a trashcan exploded, spraying garbage and banana peels all over the trail.

"Weird." a familiar blonde werewolf said, looking at the trashcan.

"Joey!" she screamed.

"Yeah, what's your problem?" he asked, lazily wrapping his arm around her shoulder and leaning on her.

"N-Nothing! Just don't…sneak up on me."

"Ok… so where ya going?"

"Class," she said chuckling a bit, "Where else?"

"Uh, we have gym today." Joey said, tapping her on the head.

"What?" she shouted totally shocked.

"Yeah, they didn't tell you?"

"Obviously not."

"Well then, have Mai take ya to the girl's locker room. Class starts soon so see ya there."

With that Joey ran off down another stone path were the other guys where waiting. After that they headed around the corner, probably into the boy's locker room. Nami quickly stood on her tiptoes, her hand over her eyes, scanning the crowd for Mai.

Finally, she saw the temptress leaning against a wall waiting for her, so the witch swiftly ran over to her, dodging several people along the way. Mai smiled when she leaned over panting in front of her, almost crashing into a few demons.

"Come on. It's this way."

Mai led her to a door that she never noticed before, but didn't take the time to look. They rushed to down the hall to where the demon's locker was, only stopping when Mai paused.

"We need to get you a uniform." she poked the human in the shoulder.

"We have uniforms for gym too?" Nami complained.

"Yeah, watch out for the guys. They usually look forward to gym for more than one reason." Mai advised.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes and reply sarcastically, "Great."

They walked into the gym office and snagged a uniform, wrapped up in plastic wrap. They went back to the female demon's locker and started to change. Nami shyly turned away from Mai to respect her privacy and keep her own. She pulled her dress shirt over her head and quickly tugged her gym shirt on, slipping on her extremely short gym shorts. Now she understood what Mai said before.

"Oh god."

Turning, Nami's eyes widened and her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Mai didn't have on her shirt or her bra, holding her shirt out in front of her, looking it up and down. Strangely, the demon didn't mind her staring.

"This thing always seems to get smaller every time I wear It." she grumbled, holding the shirt over her.

Meanwhile, the witch just stood there, blinking with her face as red as an apple, not really knowing what to say. The demoness frowned and held it in front of her again before pressing it against her body.

"Do you think it's too revealing?"

"Huh?" she snapped out of her trance.

"Do you think that the guys are going to go crazy if I wear this?"

In her mind, Nami thought they would go crazy whatever she wore, "Well, you might wanna get a bigger size."

"Yeah, just to be sure right?"

Mai threw the shirt over her shoulder and headed back into the office, wearing nothing but her panties. Nami shook her head, there was something about that demon, and it had to be something about her being a "Temptress". There was an aura around Mai that made her want to go lesbian, sadly for Mai, that wasn't going to happen.

After the girls had changed, they headed out another door, leading out to a large grassy field, several figures standing around in the distance. The two jogged over to see that the guys were there, along with numerous other demons waiting for class to begin.

When the girls arrived, Nami could feel the hormones be unleashed in their eyes. The boys were wearing regular white t-shirts with a blue stripe going from the right shoulder down, along with blue shorts that went down just above the knee with white double stripes on the side.

The females weren't so lucky. They had the same white t-shirts, but with shorter sleeves that went just past the shoulder. Their shorts, however, were the worst part, at least for Nami. The t-shirts went a bit past their hip and the shorts only went a few inches past that, leaving 90 of her legs exposed.

Normally, being human, she would receive put downs, insults and a lot of naughty language. Now, she was getting some whistles and catcalls. A rebellious demon even reached out and groped her butt as she was jogging. It took all of her energy not to burn him to ashes, only so she wouldn't have to think of an excuse to why he didn't show up for the final.

"Hey, you guys made it!" Tristan smiled, his hand in the air.

Mai frowned and flipped her hair, "What? Did you think we wouldn't?"

"Nah. Nah. Not at all."

Nami didn't say anything as she timidly stood behind Mai, her hands folded in front of her and her head down, a tint of blush on her cheeks. She could just feel it as Yami, Seto, Bakura, Tristan and Joey's eyes wandered up and down her body. Even her friends were perverts!

Though she had a bit of luck, Yugi and Mokuba weren't interested at all. Yugi had his hands behind his head; looking up at the sky while the vampire's gaze went from the guys to the girls, totally not understand what was happening.

"Alright! Let's get started!"

Coach Shane came out of nowhere, wearing his usual sweats and stood in front of the group, a clipboard in one hand and a stopwatch on his neck. He narrowed his eyes and observed his class, his sunglasses glinting in the light. When it came to Nami, he reached up and lowered his sunglasses a bit on his nose, looking her up and down.

She groaned and rolled her eyes.

'This is going to be a long day.'


There you have it folks! I decided that Mai was being left out, so she was more of an important character and will probably continue being one, seeing as she's the only girl.

Well now I'm gonna get some sleep…so tired. Please review!