I'm ALIVE! Barely. Ok, I know what you're thinking, ok, no I don't, but I had so much homework and barely got on the computer, but with 3 more days of a 4 day weekend, I might be able to get another chapter up! Le gasp! Oh yeah, if I'm not too busy watching Atemu on Yu-Gi-Oh: Dawn of the Duel! I don't care if it's the dub! He's a pharaoh, and he's HOTT!
PersonageoftheUniverse: I thought people would like that (evil Bakura fan-girl rampage) BACK SHE-DEMONS BACK! (takes out hose)
Panmotto: I know Bakura is a pervert, but doesn't he just seem the type? Oh, I just saw the 1st episode of "Dawn of the Duel", HE IS SO MEAN TO RYOU! And I don't even LIKE RYOU!
Horsie890: Yes, I hate perverts, But they make such a good story! Oh, and that joke his hilarious!
Hey readers! (WHAT!) What do you call a demon with 1/16 of a brain? (WHAT!) GIFTED BEYOND ALL REASON! HAHAHAHA! That was great!
XChibiNekoChan: Ah? New reviewer? Coolio! I'm glad you like Nami! I tried making her such a klutz, with magic that blows stuff up and pisses off the demons! JOY! I'm so surprised that people find this funny! I'm really not that funny in real life! (Oh, and don't worry, those looks are natural) but thanks anyway!
Yuka Kistune: Yeah, it will take a while for the romance, so, THIS FIC IS HEREBY DECLARED IN THE GENRE OF: HUMOR! Wow, that was blown out of proportion. P.S. This chapter isn't all that funny (I think) sorry ;;
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The morning sunshine made the classroom glow brightly, making an already irritable witch even more grumpy as she slide open the door and walked inside. The normal chatter sounded like the ear-splitting music at a rock concert as Nami sat down in desk, a pounding headache and sleep floating over her.
Within the second, she would've fallen asleep, if not for the lack of insults being thrown across the room from her loud mouthed friends. Screaming at herself, she went against her better judgment and opened her eyes, turning around in her chair and looking behind her, the sight making her speechless. She even had to pinch herself several times and shock herself with magic to make sure she was awake.
There were her friends, well, the guys, bent over on their desk with pencils moving so fast back and forth, it looked like a solid object. The only people not cramming were Yugi, Mai and Seto. The younger Motou brother was kneeling by his brother's desk and watching him work, with his chin resting against the desktop. Mai was leaning against the wall while Seto was reading a book, his legs propped up on the top of his desk.
"For the love of mana…" she whispered.
Tristan heard her and paused, looking up, "What?"
Her eyes were wide, "You're studying."
The demon blinked, "Wha…"
"Yeah I know, Hun," Mai interrupted, "It's scaring me too."
At this point, all of the boys looked up from their papers, Mokuba sighing contently and dropping his pencil, leaning back in his chair. Joey sent a glare the vampire's way, only to have a meaner glare thrown at him from the elder of the brothers.
"What?" snapped the werewolf, a little edgy, "Is that wrong for us to be studyin'? And how did you get done so fast!"
Mokuba shrugged, "I didn't have to do as much as you."
Joey growled and continued working as the witch stood up from her chair and strolled over. She paused and stood on her tip-toes, looking over his shoulder and tried to see what he was working on. He raised his eyebrow and hunched over his paper, trying to hide it, but she just leaned over his shoulder more.
"What are you working on anyway?" Nami asked, trying to keep her balance.
"That essay we had due today! And no! You can't copy off of me." he replied, his head leaning against his palm as he continued writing.
"Oh that, don't worry. I did it last night, and remind me, why would I copy you?" the witch said, sitting on the edge of his desk and stretching her arms over her head.
"Really? When did you have time for that?" Yami asked, spacing out of doodling on his paper, "You were out cold when we left."
"Yeah, about 5 minutes later, ShiShi woke me up and I worked on it all night." the girl rubbed sleep out of her eyes and released a giant yawn.
Tristan watched as her eyes drooped, the witch being so close to falling asleep, he decided to try something he always wanted to see. An experiment if you will.
"Hey Nami?" he started slowly, "Can I see your essay?"
Nami looked like a zombie, completely out of what was going on around her. When Tristan asked, she slide off the desk, her back hunched and replied, "Sure." in a monotone voice, walking back towards her desk.
All of the gang witnessed with wide eyes as Nami robotically reached into her backpack and pulled out a few pieces of paper stapled together. She started to walk back to the brown-haired demon's desk when her clumsy, zombie body lost balance and she fell to the floor.
The document flew up into the air and the paper flapped around before floating to the ground. Blinking, Mai opened her eyes to a sea of white. White? Papers were raining from the ceiling, pouring like cats and dogs.
"What's going on?" Bakura snarled, covering his head with an arm.
"What the-"
"Huh?"
"What in the underworld…"
"Is going on here?"
And similar comments were made around the room by other demons as paper after paper kept pouring down from the ceiling. There was about a half of a foot thick layer covering the ground already, with no end in sight from the "rain".
Mai screamed and ducked down to avoid the sheets, covering her head with her arms, hoping that she couldn't get any paper cuts. The other demons had similar reactions, Joey, Tristan, Yugi and Mokuba ran out of the room, yelping in surprise that it was still raining papers and rushed down the hall, heading for the stairs.
The others soon followed the suit, Bakura jumping out the window and landing perfectly with cat-like reflexes. Yami started heading towards the door, when he stepped over a bulging lump in the paper covering the floor. It gave a moan and the demon stopped in his tracts.
'Did Nami ever make it out?' he thought to himself, but stepping on the pile again, the loud "OUCH!" told him no.
He brushed away some sheets of paper to reveal the brown-haired girl disoriented, but fine. His arm wrapped around her waist and yanked her upwards, the rest of the papers falling off her body, showing her crumpled uniform, a loose strap of her back pack on her shoulder and something grasped in her hand.
Yami ignored his curiosity and placed her left arm around his neck and held it there, his other arm still around her hips and holding her up as he jogged out of the room. He winced as yet another piece of paper his him in the head, it was raining out here too, and even down the whole length of the hall.
The lycan ran towards the stairs and leaped down them about three at a time. He threw open the doors and ran away from the school building a few yards and stood with the other students, gazing up and the strange phenomenon happening. There was so much paper piling up, some of it was spilling out of open windows, twisting and turning in the air as it floated to the ground.
The rest of the gang ran up to Yami, his brother being the first and saw the totally out of it human hanging off of him. Yami went to lay the girl down gently, when her loose arm slipped out from around his neck and sent her crashing to the ground.
"What happened…" Tristan thought out loud, looking from the witch to the school.
"I don't know," Bakura said, folding his arms, "But I'm sure she had something to do with it."
They all glanced down at the witch, some other demons around them giving her unconscious body a suspicious look and glaring at her as her chest moved rhythmically up and down. The young apprentice twitched but did nothing more as she slept, papers still raining from the building.
Mai glanced worriedly at the school, filling every last nook and cranny with essays while Nami lay on the school's doorstep. The temptress narrowed her eyes and bent her knees, lowering herself closer to Nami's body.
She had never noticed it before, maybe not taking enough time to examine her friend closely. The human was panting slightly, her breaths coming in short and choppy intakes while sweat was forming on her brow. Every now and then, the witchling would twitch, her lips moving like she was moaning, but no sound escaping her throat.
Nami was obviously dreaming and whatever it was, she was not liking it.
Nami was standing in the middle of a small clearing, surrounded by dense forest. For such a fine night, there was little light all around, bordered by blackness. The air was thick with all kinds of auras, none too distinguished, but the same feeling present as she slowly turned around in circles, surveying her area.
A sudden rustle and thrust the object her in her hands, her broom, out in that direction, holding it straight and threateningly. After a silent moment, she looked down to see that her who made the noise, stepping in a pile of leaves and let her shoulders sag.
She stared down at her black boots, realizing that she was wearing her special outfit. That could only mean one thing. Nami looked up above the canopy of trees and saw the full moon glowing magnificently above her.
A soft growl sounded behind her, and the witch froze. Shaking, she swiveled slowly on the balls of her feet until the was face to face with another wall of forest. She wouldn't have been very scared, if there weren't two yellow slits for eyes glaring back at her.
Nami's eyes snapped open and her body sat up straight immediate, her lips open to release a scream when a hand slapped itself to her mouth, pushing forcefully until she was laying on the ground again. She blinked and looked up to see Bakura kneeling next to her with his hand on her mouth, the only other people in her vision were Mokuba, with his hands over his pointy ears and Mai, who was looking worried.
Even around them, Nami could hear the chatter of other demons around her, while her brain tried to process what happened. A high pitched scream made her try to look further up, or behind her, whist on the ground by scrapping her head against the asphalt.
A female demon backed away as a piece of paper fell from the sky, landing in front of her. She, as well as the other demons around her, backed away from the paper like it was cursed, or should it be said, blessed?
Nami raised and eyebrow and rolled over on her stomach so that Bakura's hand slid off her mouth, and she placed her hands even with her shoulders, pushing her torso up and sliding her knees forward. The witch stood up and wobbly made her way to where the paper was and kneeled down, picking it up with her thumb and index finger.
Immediately, the immense shower of papers stopped falling and all the demons looked up at the building. Nami brought the paper up to her face and, ignored her gut feeling to read what it said, looked up and gasped with everyone else.
The school building, which was a second ago filled to the brim and overflowing with papers was now stripped clean, all the floors waxed and all the window polished. Even the double entrance doors were washed, and oiled.
The demons glared at her, growling as the sudden instinct kicked in: Get rid of the different. They started heading towards her, and Nami backed away at the same pace, putting one foot behind the other. The witch continued to back up until she lightly bumped into something soft, and looked up, seeing Yami's crimson gaze glaring at the other demons.
"Yami…" she mouthed.
He didn't respond to her, only wrapped his arms slightly over her shoulders possessively and growled faintly with his fangs bared. Most of the other fiends snorted and backed off, only a few remaining to challenge the Motou.
Behind him, Joey stepped forward, Tristan right next to him and they showed their infamous pointed teeth and the rest of the youkai slowly backed up frightened, before walking away, some faster than others. The werewolf and demon shared a high five, but Yami didn't back off yet. Nami swore that she felt him lean down and sniff in her scent before finally releasing her.
"You ok, Nami?" Mokuba asked, running right up next to her and looking up into her eyes.
The witch gazed down at the paper still clutched in her hand and freaked. She jumped in the air and her hair stood on end as she crumpled the paper tightly in her hand, so that it wouldn't see the light of day ever again. Only then did she turn to the little vampire and nod with a sheepish smile on her face.
Mokuba shrugged and turned away as Nami lit a small fire in her hand and incinerated the paper before anyone could ask any questions, not like they were going to. But if they did… a thought bubble appeared and Nami thought of how her friends would try to make her show them the paper. Mokuba and Yugi would make her die from so much cuteness, Tristan and Joey, well, they'd probably just ask, Seto and Yami would make up a highly clever plan to trick her into giving it, and then Bakura would have just beaten the snot out of her and taken it.
She sighed, Ah well.
"So, how did you do it?"
She blinked and turned to come face to face with Seto, who was glaring at her with his intense, blue slit eyes. The witch stepped back and blushed, forcing herself to look away, lest she be trapped forever in his gaze.
"What?"
"How did you make the school fill up with papers, then make them vanish?" Seto asked, quietly, his mood uncertain.
She blinked, "I did what now?"
"That's exactly what we want to know." Tristan repeat, "Wait! You don't remember!"
"Remember what!"
Tristan dashed to her side and started tapping on her skull, "Is anyone in there!"
Nami winced and placed her hands on the top of her head, right over the soft spot and took a step back from him, rubbing her hair gently. Yami blinked, wasn't that the spot where he accidentally…
"Nami… are you have amnesia?" Yami asked, getting a very confused expression, "I mean, what is the last thing you remember?"
She brought her index finger to her chin, "The last thing? Oh, I know! I was petting ShiShi-sama as I was getting dressed for school today! He said I was kinda cranky. I wonder what he meant by that?"
"Hold up!" Joey interrupted her joyful thought process, "You're sayin' that you don't remember anything except from early this mornin'!"
"No, why?"
"You mean, you don't remember giving Tristan you're homework, filling the school up with paper and then making them vanish and cleaning the school?" Yugi asked.
"What!" Nami shrieked, then she turned to the brown hair demon and whacked him over the head, "How dare you trick me by your enticing demon ways and make me give you my homework!"
The demons felt sweat drops form on the back of their heads, "She was out the whole time and is only upset about the homework?"
"Why, what did happen?" She stopped.
There were small pats on the stone as four little paws trotted closer and brought forth the familiar black cat. ShiShi walked right up to Nami and rubbed against her legs once as he walked around her before settling down before her feet.
"And what are you doing here, cat?" Bakura snarled, crossing his arms.
"Baka Youkai." he muttered before turning to his owner, "Don't worry, Nami. Your powers only went out of control again while you were out of it."
"Only!"
Bakura took a step forward and ShiShi stood up, arching his back as hissing in warning. Suddenly, Nami felt a jolt in her chest, an aura, a warning.
Nami was standing there, shaking terribly, everything was going wrong. She clutched the item in her pale hands tightly, her broom. She couldn't see him, but she knew ShiShi was there, he was growling, a deep, dark growl. A rustle of leaves, and then…
Something soft and prickly brushed by her ear, making her scream and jump. Behind her, Mokuba and Yugi laughed as the vampire showed her the cattail he had in his hand, stole from by the stream they were at the day before.
"Ha ha! Jeez, Nami. Why were you zoning out?" the wee little vampire couldn't help but snicker.
"That's what I'm wondering." she whispered to herself and looked down, meeting the yellow eyes of her cat.
The wise neko nodded, and stood up turning and walking away towards the dorms, his tail high in the air. He stopped and looked back, jerking his head slightly in motion for her to follow. Nami stepped forward when Seto raised an eyebrow.
"And where do you think you're going?" he grabbed onto her wrist.
The witch lowered her head and ignore the hiss from ShiShi, "I'm going back to my room, I made a big enough mess today."
She gently jerked her hand out of Seto's grasp and turned to walk away again, when Mai stepped up and hung on the witch's shoulder while hugging her loosely.
"Hey, why don't you come to my place? We can hang out and forget all this mumbo jumbo!" she said giggling, turning to the boys, "You guys too!"
"'Course!"
Nami glanced at her cat, then blushed lightly, "I guess so."
"Great!" Mai threw her hand into the air, "Let's get going!"
"Erk!"
The temptress dragged Nami in the direction ShiShi was going as the boys followed, passing the cat. The little guardian smile and leaped onto his master's clothes, climbing up to her shoulder and curling up there.
"You're not helping." she said dryly.
"I know, but it's a holiday."
-Sama: A suffix to people's names, a sign of great respect, in comparison, a higher form of "-san".
Baka: Idiot, Fool, Stupid
Youkai: Demon
Yeah, so how'd ya like it? I know I promised the Full Moon Party this chapter, but it worked out differently. One reason, I never plan out my chapters, I type the first things that come to my mind…. I WANT POCKY! Ahem, anyway… I'VE NEVER TRIED POCKY! I mean, next chapter will definitely be the Full Moon Party, and you'll find out about Nami's visions, oh, and about what the piece of paper said, I might tell you… I might not. MUAHAHA! P.S. I couldn't help that part with Yami! SO CUTE!
