Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or Yu-Gi-Oh GX
Sorry for the long wait, I just haven't had much inspiration for this story lately. There will probably only be about six more chapters before I wrap up this story; and then I will begin my next Yu-Gi-Oh fic. Anyway, I hope you all like this new chapter.
*Art*
Kaiba groaned as he took a seat in the back of the room. He looked around and noticed that so far, he was the only one in the room. Just as he pulled out a book to read, someone wrapped their arms around him.
"HELLO MR. KAIBA!" Miho squealed.
"Oh God," he grumbled (loud enough for Miho to hear), "why couldn't I have been in that car with my father when it crashed?"
Miho laughed and took a seat next to him, "Oh Mr. Kaiba, you are so funny!"
A flood of kids entered the room as the tardy bell rang, along with a teacher that Kaiba definitely did not want to see.
"Good afternoon students!" Pegasus greeted.
"Ugh," Kaiba muttered as he hid himself behind his book, "can today get any worse?"
"KAIBA-BOY!" Pegasus called from the front, "it's so nice to see you again!"
Kaiba continued to hide himself behind his book, then asked with a gruffy voice, "who is this Kaiba you speak of?"
"Oh Kaiba," Pegasus said as he shook his head, "always the shy one. I can't wait to see the art work you will be creating for our guests."
Everyone started to whisper as Kaiba raised an eyebrow, "guests?"
"Why yes," Pegasus replied, "some children from the local preschool will be staying with our class today."
Kaiba froze as a crowd of toddlers ran into the room. He watched helplessly as the kids rummaged through the paint and art works.
"It finally happened," Kaiba grumbled, "I've died and gone to hell."
*In the Shadow Realm*
Tristan stopped his move, and began to develop a look of confusion on his face. Shadi looked carefully at him, and noticed that his Millennium Ring had disappeared.
"That's strange," Tristan said, "suddenly I…don't want the items."
Shadi then remembered the spirit of the Ring, "Of course! You must have been possessed by the Ring's spirit!"
"What!?" Tristan exclaimed.
"Well, I should say, you were influenced by it seeing as how you were still aware of your actions," Shadi corrected, "but still possessed nonetheless."
Tristan got onto his knees and rubbed his temples, "this is just too weird. Is there any way we can get out of here?"
"Of course," Shadi responded graciously, "but you must promise to give the items to me; we don't want anymore hiccups."
Tristan nodded and began handing the items over to him. Shadi sighed as he placed them in his cloak.
"Now then, I suppose I'll have to track down the Thief King and get that Ring out of his hands," he stated, "but first, I'll be getting you back to class."
*Biology*
Rebecca sighed as her students re-entered the room. Marik nervously sat by the back window as he awaited his untimely punishment.
"Well then," Rebecca sighed, "thanks to the braveness of me forcing Marik to put out the fire with a bucket of water, we can resume with our project."
"ROACH!" a girl screamed at the top of her lungs.
Everyone jumped up on the tables screaming as a tiny bug crawled around searching for food.
"Ms. Hawkins, what do we do!?" Marik yelled.
"TAKE OFF YOUR SHOE AND KILL IT!" Rebecca ordered.
Not thinking straight, Marik took off his left shoe, and then stepped on the bug with his bare foot. Everyone laughed at Marik's expense as the young teacher buried her face in her hands.
"That isn't what I meant," she grumbled.
Suddenly, she heard the front door open, and turned to face the dean.
"Thank God," she groaned, "I thought you'd never show up!"
Dartz looked at the students in confusion, "why is everyone sitting up on the tables?"
"There was a roach," she sighed.
"Ah, the roach," Dartz said with a nostalgic tone, "Japan's number one natural killer."
Rebecca gave him a funny look as he walked towards Marik, who was currently attempting to clean his foot with a rag and a spray-bottle.
"Young man," he said grabbing him the arm, "you're coming with me. The Great Leviathan is expecting you."
"Grr, not again!" he whined.
*Back in Art*
A group of toddlers surrounded Miho as she showed off pieces of her work portfolio.
"And this is a painting of me and Mr. Kaiba getting married. This is Mr. Kaiba topless in the rain. And this is a doll of Mr. Kaiba—I used a lock of his real hair for the top."
Kaiba groaned loudly as he leaned over his desk. Pegasus took note of his misery and decided to go over to him.
"I take it you're not having fun?" he asked the young CEO.
"Of course I am," Kaiba snapped sarcastically, "I just love being surrounded by snot-nosed brats while having to look at all the creepy pictures Miho made of me."
"Now now Kaiba-Boy," Pegasus assured, "it's not that bad."
Miho walked over to a curtain and tugged on a long, golden rope, "and this is a life-sized ceramic statue of Mr. Kaiba holding me in his arms."
The children, and fan-girls in the classroom stared at Miho's work in wonder. Kaiba groaned as he placed a back-pack over his head to hide his shame.
"Wow," Pegasus commented, "that little psycho's got some talent."
*Algebra*
Tristan stared in shock as he entered his class and looked around. The windows were all covered with cast-iron bars, the students were scribbling down answers while chained to their desks, and the teacher, Gozoburo Kaiba, sat at his desk laughing as he watched.
Suddenly, the cruel-hearted teacher noticed Tristan standing around and sat up.
"And just where have you been!?" he yelled.
"I'M SORRY!" Tristan panicked, "Shadi gave me a pass to excuse my lateness."
Gozoburo looked at the sheet of paper curiously as Tristan continued to sweat.
"Alright then Mr. Taylor," Gozoburo said softly, "you may go to your seat, BUT NO TALKING!"
Tristan quickly scurried over to an empty desk next to Duke Devlin.
"Alright class, you may stop your five-thousand question assignment as I hand you back your tests from yesterday," the former CEO said as he picked up a stack of papers, "but first, I will give one extra-credit point to the person who can tell me what you all made."
Everyone remained silent as he searched around the room for a show of hands.
"Anybody? No? Oh well---YOU ALL FAILED!"
Gozoburo laughed hysterically as he handed back the papers, "there's an F for you; an F for you; a 32 F for Johnny…"
He stopped and smiled as he glared down at Tristan.
"HOLD THE PRESS!" he shouted as he stared at Tristan's paper, "Mr. Taylor has really set to record for everyone in this room! Congratulations---YOU MADE A ZERO!"
He continued to laugh as tears swelled up the young man's eyes, "I've never seen anything so pathetic in my life!"
*Literature*
Joey grumbled as he attempted to create a poem as the teacher opened up some windows.
"Well, since the air conditioning quit working for some reason," the teacher grumbles as he glared at Joey, who merely looked away as twiddled his thumbs, "I'm going to open up some windows and read you this story."
"Well sooorry!" Joey grumbled, "how was I supposed to know the blades wouldn't make a suitable pencil-sharpener!?"
The other students giggled as the teacher seated himself up front, "all you had to do was walk over to my desk and use my sharpener! But there's no point in dwelling on it now."
The teacher crossed his legs and opened up his book. Before he could get a word out, the sound barrier was broken by the sound of yelling. Everyone, including the teacher, looked out the window and saw two middle-aged males standing outside in their underwear yelling at each other.
"Ugh, that's what we get for building so close to the slums," Mokuba grumbled.
"I TOLD YOU TO CUT THAT ****ING TREE DOWN LAST WEEK!" one man yelled from his porch.
"IT'S MY YARD, I CAN DO WHAT I WANT!" the other man yelled from his driveway.
"WELL NOW YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR MY SMASHED CAR!"
"AW CRAP!" Joey whined as he hid his face in his hands.
"What is it?" Mokuba asked curiously.
"You see dat guy with da beer bottle standing in da driveway?" Joey asked, to which Mokuba nodded, "THAT'S MY DAD!"
Mokuba's mouth dropped open as the other students laughed at Joey. Mr. Wheeler suddenly noticed the students staring at him.
"WHAT!? DO YOU NEED IT ON RADIO YOU LITTLE ****S!?" he yelled.
The teacher gasped and quickly closed the windows, along with the blinds. He sat back down and pondered for a moment.
"Well then," he said as he cleared his throat, "let's move into the library."
Everyone grabbed their stuff and followed the teacher out the room.
A/N: I already have the next chapter in progress, so my next update should be very soon. Personally I'm glad to have never had a teacher like Gozoburo, or I would've dropped out. Tell me what you thought about this chapter and the story so far.