5Hello peoples, I know, remember, random as always. RANDOM IS GOOD! By the way, there is going to be some vampire, ghost, werewolf and Spirit talk. Most is from facts, some is made up. And not what you first think either ;) Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: If I owned yugioh, Yuugi and Yami would have kissed...a LOT! :3
Pairings: Tendershipping, Puzzelshipping and Bronzeshipping...I love Hikari/Yami pairings!
In trouble again
In the city of Domino, there was a white-haired teenager who now found himself sitting in the detention room of the ground floor of Domino high school, bored mindless. To explain his current situation, he had decided to 'have some fun' and put gum in, not only every girl in his class' hair, but also his teachers own little stack of hair. There was whining, screaming, then he was finally yelled to go to detention. All in all, a pretty unworthy punishment for 2 more hours in the hell hole more commonly known as school. Or, at least, that's what Bakura thought.
What was the most nerve-racking, and slightly coincidencal, about how Bakura was alone, excluding the teacher. Mostly, at least one of his friends was with him, usually Marik. Both being complete pyscho-paths, they got into the most trouble in school, and had a wide reputation of pranks and, well, rule breaking. But they also have another friend that joins in with the ranks. His name is Yami and he adds the right amunt of spunk to their little revolution, making them the perfect Trio of trouble.
All have different strengths in their professions. Yami was mostly the smart-alack student with to much time on his hands. Marik ran down halls and always loved humiliating younger students. Finally Bakura was mostly known for skipping school, then refusing to do the work and cheat in class. As said before, a group that is a teacher's worst nightmare.
But then, on this day, a little way through the first 20 minutes of his punishment, a friendly face came to play.
While in his seat. Bakura made use of what was 'his' book. The teacher gave it to him for his detention classes and it was so he could write down his 500 lines of 'I must not disobey the school rules'. Of course, Bakura saw it as a doodle chamber, where a little stick figure of him killed, tortured, burned and destroy the school and the teachers. At one stage, he even drew what would happen after, as a Yami, Marik and himself (as stick figures, of course) stood atop a line in the paper with the words 'Long live our KINGS' were sketched over the page. If only life was so fun.
Sighing with a growl, he looked toward the front to see Mrs Walsh reading some old romance story. Rolling his eyes, he smirked. She only reads romance junk cause she has NO love life WHAT-so-ever.
Sighing again, he wrote a question he would've easily answered in his head, but just felt like writing out, just for the sake of it.
Will I EVER get out of this HELL-HOLE?
Of course, not expecting answer he took out some gum he snuck in and chewed a piece. Then he looked back and under that phrase was...
So overdramatic.
Shocked, he stared at the writing to see, right before his eyes, was an invisible pencil marking his book with leaded lines. Compared to his scrawny, scratchy writing above, the 'book's' was straight and neat, though slightly tilted to the right.
It's only been 10 minutes.
Looking around quickly, seeing no one who may think he was going crazy, Bakura licked his lips, clasped his pen in his hand and continued to write.
Ok I didn't know my book could talk BACK to me
Though he thought he imagined it, he was positive that there was the sound of harmonious giggling.
Your funny.
Bakura waited for more.
No, I'm not your book, I'm actually right next to you. To your, well, right.
Bakura quickly looked to his right. Nothing. Bakura looked to his left. Nothing. Bakura even looked on the ceiling and under his desk. Nothing. No matter where Bakura looked, it was still only Mrs Walsh and himself. He looked back to see more writing.
So you would like to share your position as King? How selfless of you.
There it was again. That same giggling sound.
HA HA NO! Theyre only their cause they would kill me if I didnt
Ahh. Sorry. Did I touch a nerve?
Getting agitated that this invisible pencil was making fun of him, he wrote down one more thing.
Alright! THATS IT! YOU DONT STOP WITH THE SMART ASS COMMENTS ILL KICK YOUR ASS!
There was a long pause. It was as if the book was actually scared of him. Soon enough though, it returned the comment.
Sorry
It soon had another pause as Bakura kept chewing his gum. Getting tired quickly of yet another silence, he wrote...
You got a name?
...
...
Yeah.
...
My names Ryou.
I must, before I continue this story, thank for her stories:
shadowrealm818's The Week I Was Stalked By A Vampire, Change of Heart, Save me and Werewolves,
and I also need to thank Hikari-and-Yami for her story Closer.
However, other than that, I have only read a few other stories as references to the ways of ghosts and vampires. For werewolves, some of what you will seem far-fetched for I made it up. Thank-you once again. Enjoy *wave*