A/N: I don't own anything.
I'm suppose to be working on two other fics right now, but I'm dumb enough to start a third one.it's just that I _needed_ to right this down before I go insane! (Oh wait.I am insane!^_^) Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day people! Now, you may continue reading^_^ (FYI: the entire thing's in Yami's point of view)
Meteor Garden
They say that when you wish upon a shooting star, it'll come true. In my case, it happened to be dozens of shooting stars, falling to Earth in bright streams of red, gold, and white. As I watched them fall and slowly die away against the night - one of Aibou's childhood rhymes returned to me.
Star light, star bright
First star I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have this wish I wish tonight
It may sound silly, yes, especially with a five-thousand-year old pharaoh saying it, but I feel as if something is missing from my life.something important.I feel.incomplete.
Switching my gaze to the boy I swore to protect with my life, I smile longingly. Yugi doesn't know how lucky he is; he has friends, family, innocence, and most of all, love.
For now, my charge is sound asleep, a peaceful smile pastured on his lips. He looks so calm, so happy.Ra, I would have given up everything I owned when I was pharaoh just to be like him for a day.
I know I sound jealous, but it's the truth; I envy Yugi for his life. True, his friends are my friends (as least, that's what he told me, and I do consider them friends), but I crave for something more.Even back in Ancient Egypt, I never had the time for fun and games like all the other children; no.I just had to rule the entire land and punish people who wronged even the slightest bit. Responsibility found me at an early age - too early for my likings - and I learned that the only to deal with it was to accept it.
The result? I pushed all my childhood dreams, all my kindness, and all my love to the depths of my mind, never to be unlocked again and became a cruel, heartless monarch. Now, those sentiments that I had confined comes back to haunt me.
Hm.the meteor shower has stopped outside. I guess even magic can't last forever. Too bad I never got to make my wish.
~*~
Ra, are all the teachers stupid or what?! Yes, I know I'll get in trouble for insulting erudite beings that commit their lives to educating others, but guess what? I DON'T CARE!
It's just not right! I, for one, am a dignified pharaoh (or ex- pharaoh, if you wish), and I refuse to play role in some silly "Family Unit". Yes, that's what the teacher calls it. "Family Unit" is suppose to teach us _teenagers_ (even though I'm about five millennia years old, but I guess THAT doesn't count) not to _court_ at such a young age, she said.
"You'll be paired up with a partner who will act as your spouse," Ms. Masaki waved the oh-so-feared detention slips in front of her as a warning to anyone who dared to oppose. "Jobs will be assigned, as well as the role in the relationship and offspring."
Doesn't sound so bad - wait.OFFSPRING?! Is the old hag delirious?! I refuse to sleep with anyone, let alone allow them to have my kid! In fact, I'm on the verge of mind crushing her right now, but on the other end of the puzzle's connection, Yugi seemed pretty excited about the whole thing.
/Yami, this is going to be so fun, ne?/
//Yes, aibou.whatever//
Attempting to lighten my mood, my sweet, self-less hikari urged, /Oh, come on, Yami. It's a lot better than doing bookwork - /
I'd rather do a twenty-page report on this than watch the horror become part of reality, but I let him continue.
/---and maybe you'll get partnered up with someone you like/
Oh, I highly doubt that, hikari. I don't like _anyone_ in this dump you call a classroom, besides you and our friends, of course.
But just to make the kid happy, I agreed with a terse "hn", showing that, no, I don't appreciate the idea but will tolerate it.
/Thanks, Yami!/
Ms. Masaki is _so_ lucky I decided to spare her life.
"The class will be divided in half," she announcement smartly (eh, yeah right), drawing an invisible line down the middle of the aisle. "One half will choose a slip from a box that will contains names of students on the other side; whosever name you pick will be your "spouse" for the rest of the week."
Oh, goodie. I get to choose.
(Maybe I can kill her when no one's looking.)
Moans and groans rumbled around me (I guess not too many sane people are happy about this either) as the hated white box was passed around. When it came to Yugi's desk, I narrowed my eyes. Yugi's so-called "spouse" had better not hurt him, or else he/she will be eating out of a straw for the rest of their pitiful life (if they're lucky, that is).
The boy reached in - with a little difficulty, I might add - and retrieved a neatly folded slip of paper. Those amethyst eyes were bounded with nervousness and a flickering curiosity as he darted a quick glance at me.
Giving a rare smile, I mentally encouraged him.
//It's alright, aibou. There's nothing to be afraid of//
---because I'll be watching 24/7.
But of course, I didn't add that.
Nodding in thanks, Yugi unfolded the paper. Almost simultaneously, the anxiety at the end of our bound vanished and a grin blossomed on his face.
//Well?// I ask telepathically, being seated a few rows back. //Who is it?//
/Joey!/
At least it's one of our friends, and I trust that Joey would never inflict harm upon Yugi. In fact, I had thought for a long time that they would make a good couple.
//Good job. It's about time you two got together.// I smirk.
A light blush crawled up the little one's cheeks. /Um.thanks, Yami.I think./
The entire pairing thing went pretty well (no matter how much I hate to admit) - Tristan was partnered with Otogi; Mai and Tea; Ryou and Bakura (Ha! I'd like to see the tomb robber be a housewife!)
Then there were some other couples whom I had not bothered to acknowledge since the first day I enrolled here. A bubbly brunette got paired up with an American, a redhead and a blonde.you get the idea. Overall, it became pretty boring.
"Yami!"
I must have zoned out, for after being thrown back to reality, I was kindly greeted with the scowling face of my "favorite" teacher, Ms. Masaki. Nearly screaming (due to her ugly face), I completely toppled over my chair and ended up falling ruthlessly on my bottom.
"WHAT IS IT, YOU OLD HAG?!" I yell, then abruptly shut my mouth. Uh- oh. Let me tell you, it _really_ isn't a good idea to scream directly at a teacher, especially if you're also voicing some of your inner thoughts about him/her.
For a moment, the entire class was silent, save for Ms. Masaki's labored breathing. A pencil fell, though its owner didn't dare pick it up and disrupt this awkward stillness. It was like the beginning of a dormant volcano, when the inhabitants around it were fooled into a state of reassurance; but eventually, the volcano will erupt with one ferocious bellow.
"EXCUSE ME, MR. MOTOU?! WOULD YOU LIKE TO REPEAT THAT AGAIN?"
Geez.I think my ear drums just exploded.How can anyone yell so loud???
When I remained silent and kept my head down (as to escape the sin of staring into hell's face), the cursed teacher roared at me again because she was too dense to know that yes, I can hear her perfectly fine, and no, I do not want excessive attention.
"ARE YOU LISTENING?! YOU NEED SOME MANNERS, YOUNG MAN! HOW WILL YOU BE ABLE TO SURVIVE IN THE REAL WORLD IF YOU DON'T CORRECT YOUR WRONGS---"
I'm doing fine in the "real world", thank you very much.
"---YOU WON'T HAVE A JOB---"
Hey! I was pharaoh once!
"---AND EVERYONE WOULD LOOK DOWN AT YOU WITH ABHORRENCE!"
My daily locker of fan letters says otherwise, but continue.
Ms. Masaki slammed a ruler down on my desk quite sharply, producing an acute ringing that heightened my discomfort of hearing even more. Glaring at me as if I were some despicable worm (though by doing so just created more wrinkles in her scrawny face), she scowled, "A week of detention. Now.CHOOSE A NAME FROM THE DAMNED BOX!"
Hn.I thought teachers weren't suppose to swear.I wonder if anyone recorded that.
Anyway, just to get the dried-up monkey (her new name.) off my back, I frown at the box and thrust my hand inside.
Oh wow. There's nothing in here.
Just when I was about to complain to her that the blasted box was dearth of names, something slid by my finger. (Aw.and I was hoping that I didn't have to do this.) Thanks to my sharp reflex, I manage to snatch it before it disappeared like the rest of its companions.
Tugging the slip of paper out and staring as it with unrivaled disgust, I unfold it.and almost drop it.
In big, black markers was the name "SETO KAIBA", printed flat in the middle in caps so that _no one_, especially me, can miss it. And I swear, the letters were smirking at me with their undiluted ebony lines.
Someone must hate me up there.
To make matter worse, Ms. Masaki orders everyone to get with their "partners", while flashing me that sly, mocking grin of hers. (She probably plotted the whole thing.May the Devouress claim her soul in the underworld.) Of course, I was forced to oblige and, muttering a string of Egyptian curses, coerced myself over to the hated one's desk.
"What do you want, Mouto?"
Why, hello to you too, _honey_.
Replying in the same cold manner and determined not to wither under those piercing blue eyes, I shot back, "Shut up, Kaiba. I was cursed to be your partner."
For a fleeting moment, the former priest's stoic exterior fell to surprise, disbelief, and plain annoyance. I couldn't help but chuckle, though; hey, it's not everyday that you see your rival's eyes widened, mouth agape.
Throwing me the normal condescending glare (despite the fact that it had no effect on yours truly) in an attempt to cease my sniggering, Kaiba turned toward the teacher. "I can't work with this arrogant fool here."
Excuse me? Speak for yourself, Kaiba.
Ms. Masaki flinched visibly from both tone and façade, managing to stutter out, "B-but Kaiba-sama.h-he chose you."
I was about to protest against that, but Kaiba beat me to it.
"Apparently, he's brainless."
Do you have to be so insulting.?
"B-b-but."
Geez, how can she be a teacher when she's afraid of her own student?
Kaiba smirked and was about to respond when I cut in.
"What's wrong, Kaiba? Can't take a challenge? Or are you afraid of the _brainless_ king of games?"
Ra..._please_ don't tell me I just said that.
Twin cobalt orbs flickered with shock as they snapped in my direction. But as quick as the stun came, it was replaced by the all-too- familiar flare of pride, determination, and arrogance.
"You're on, Yami." A stoic smile appeared and vanished in a single instant. "But to make this a bit more exciting, why don't we make a deal?"
"Fine. I've never backed down, anyway."
"The first person who concedes will be at the other's every whim and will."
I pause, a sudden image of myself sitting at Kaiba's feet with a dog suite on. "For how long?"
"Just a week. Why? Is the great game king scared?"
"No!" I snap, a tad too quickly. "I accept your conditions, Kaiba. We'll see who bows down to whom!"
A glaring contest was born as we stared each other in the eye, trying to push the opposition down. I could practically _see_ the tension and electrifying crackle in the air, its color a clash of red and blue, each fighting to devour one another. And the fact that the egotistical ex-priest was so stubborn, we pretty much spent the rest of the day sending optical death messages.
Oh, and did I mention that the class dropped to about zero decibel during that time? I'll never hear the end of it from a certain blonde.
~*~
Next time.
* Roles are assigned and Yami's in for a big surprise.
* Yami and Seto must "work together" to complete the average family's
supplies worksheet
I'm suppose to be working on two other fics right now, but I'm dumb enough to start a third one.it's just that I _needed_ to right this down before I go insane! (Oh wait.I am insane!^_^) Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day people! Now, you may continue reading^_^ (FYI: the entire thing's in Yami's point of view)
Meteor Garden
They say that when you wish upon a shooting star, it'll come true. In my case, it happened to be dozens of shooting stars, falling to Earth in bright streams of red, gold, and white. As I watched them fall and slowly die away against the night - one of Aibou's childhood rhymes returned to me.
Star light, star bright
First star I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have this wish I wish tonight
It may sound silly, yes, especially with a five-thousand-year old pharaoh saying it, but I feel as if something is missing from my life.something important.I feel.incomplete.
Switching my gaze to the boy I swore to protect with my life, I smile longingly. Yugi doesn't know how lucky he is; he has friends, family, innocence, and most of all, love.
For now, my charge is sound asleep, a peaceful smile pastured on his lips. He looks so calm, so happy.Ra, I would have given up everything I owned when I was pharaoh just to be like him for a day.
I know I sound jealous, but it's the truth; I envy Yugi for his life. True, his friends are my friends (as least, that's what he told me, and I do consider them friends), but I crave for something more.Even back in Ancient Egypt, I never had the time for fun and games like all the other children; no.I just had to rule the entire land and punish people who wronged even the slightest bit. Responsibility found me at an early age - too early for my likings - and I learned that the only to deal with it was to accept it.
The result? I pushed all my childhood dreams, all my kindness, and all my love to the depths of my mind, never to be unlocked again and became a cruel, heartless monarch. Now, those sentiments that I had confined comes back to haunt me.
Hm.the meteor shower has stopped outside. I guess even magic can't last forever. Too bad I never got to make my wish.
~*~
Ra, are all the teachers stupid or what?! Yes, I know I'll get in trouble for insulting erudite beings that commit their lives to educating others, but guess what? I DON'T CARE!
It's just not right! I, for one, am a dignified pharaoh (or ex- pharaoh, if you wish), and I refuse to play role in some silly "Family Unit". Yes, that's what the teacher calls it. "Family Unit" is suppose to teach us _teenagers_ (even though I'm about five millennia years old, but I guess THAT doesn't count) not to _court_ at such a young age, she said.
"You'll be paired up with a partner who will act as your spouse," Ms. Masaki waved the oh-so-feared detention slips in front of her as a warning to anyone who dared to oppose. "Jobs will be assigned, as well as the role in the relationship and offspring."
Doesn't sound so bad - wait.OFFSPRING?! Is the old hag delirious?! I refuse to sleep with anyone, let alone allow them to have my kid! In fact, I'm on the verge of mind crushing her right now, but on the other end of the puzzle's connection, Yugi seemed pretty excited about the whole thing.
/Yami, this is going to be so fun, ne?/
//Yes, aibou.whatever//
Attempting to lighten my mood, my sweet, self-less hikari urged, /Oh, come on, Yami. It's a lot better than doing bookwork - /
I'd rather do a twenty-page report on this than watch the horror become part of reality, but I let him continue.
/---and maybe you'll get partnered up with someone you like/
Oh, I highly doubt that, hikari. I don't like _anyone_ in this dump you call a classroom, besides you and our friends, of course.
But just to make the kid happy, I agreed with a terse "hn", showing that, no, I don't appreciate the idea but will tolerate it.
/Thanks, Yami!/
Ms. Masaki is _so_ lucky I decided to spare her life.
"The class will be divided in half," she announcement smartly (eh, yeah right), drawing an invisible line down the middle of the aisle. "One half will choose a slip from a box that will contains names of students on the other side; whosever name you pick will be your "spouse" for the rest of the week."
Oh, goodie. I get to choose.
(Maybe I can kill her when no one's looking.)
Moans and groans rumbled around me (I guess not too many sane people are happy about this either) as the hated white box was passed around. When it came to Yugi's desk, I narrowed my eyes. Yugi's so-called "spouse" had better not hurt him, or else he/she will be eating out of a straw for the rest of their pitiful life (if they're lucky, that is).
The boy reached in - with a little difficulty, I might add - and retrieved a neatly folded slip of paper. Those amethyst eyes were bounded with nervousness and a flickering curiosity as he darted a quick glance at me.
Giving a rare smile, I mentally encouraged him.
//It's alright, aibou. There's nothing to be afraid of//
---because I'll be watching 24/7.
But of course, I didn't add that.
Nodding in thanks, Yugi unfolded the paper. Almost simultaneously, the anxiety at the end of our bound vanished and a grin blossomed on his face.
//Well?// I ask telepathically, being seated a few rows back. //Who is it?//
/Joey!/
At least it's one of our friends, and I trust that Joey would never inflict harm upon Yugi. In fact, I had thought for a long time that they would make a good couple.
//Good job. It's about time you two got together.// I smirk.
A light blush crawled up the little one's cheeks. /Um.thanks, Yami.I think./
The entire pairing thing went pretty well (no matter how much I hate to admit) - Tristan was partnered with Otogi; Mai and Tea; Ryou and Bakura (Ha! I'd like to see the tomb robber be a housewife!)
Then there were some other couples whom I had not bothered to acknowledge since the first day I enrolled here. A bubbly brunette got paired up with an American, a redhead and a blonde.you get the idea. Overall, it became pretty boring.
"Yami!"
I must have zoned out, for after being thrown back to reality, I was kindly greeted with the scowling face of my "favorite" teacher, Ms. Masaki. Nearly screaming (due to her ugly face), I completely toppled over my chair and ended up falling ruthlessly on my bottom.
"WHAT IS IT, YOU OLD HAG?!" I yell, then abruptly shut my mouth. Uh- oh. Let me tell you, it _really_ isn't a good idea to scream directly at a teacher, especially if you're also voicing some of your inner thoughts about him/her.
For a moment, the entire class was silent, save for Ms. Masaki's labored breathing. A pencil fell, though its owner didn't dare pick it up and disrupt this awkward stillness. It was like the beginning of a dormant volcano, when the inhabitants around it were fooled into a state of reassurance; but eventually, the volcano will erupt with one ferocious bellow.
"EXCUSE ME, MR. MOTOU?! WOULD YOU LIKE TO REPEAT THAT AGAIN?"
Geez.I think my ear drums just exploded.How can anyone yell so loud???
When I remained silent and kept my head down (as to escape the sin of staring into hell's face), the cursed teacher roared at me again because she was too dense to know that yes, I can hear her perfectly fine, and no, I do not want excessive attention.
"ARE YOU LISTENING?! YOU NEED SOME MANNERS, YOUNG MAN! HOW WILL YOU BE ABLE TO SURVIVE IN THE REAL WORLD IF YOU DON'T CORRECT YOUR WRONGS---"
I'm doing fine in the "real world", thank you very much.
"---YOU WON'T HAVE A JOB---"
Hey! I was pharaoh once!
"---AND EVERYONE WOULD LOOK DOWN AT YOU WITH ABHORRENCE!"
My daily locker of fan letters says otherwise, but continue.
Ms. Masaki slammed a ruler down on my desk quite sharply, producing an acute ringing that heightened my discomfort of hearing even more. Glaring at me as if I were some despicable worm (though by doing so just created more wrinkles in her scrawny face), she scowled, "A week of detention. Now.CHOOSE A NAME FROM THE DAMNED BOX!"
Hn.I thought teachers weren't suppose to swear.I wonder if anyone recorded that.
Anyway, just to get the dried-up monkey (her new name.) off my back, I frown at the box and thrust my hand inside.
Oh wow. There's nothing in here.
Just when I was about to complain to her that the blasted box was dearth of names, something slid by my finger. (Aw.and I was hoping that I didn't have to do this.) Thanks to my sharp reflex, I manage to snatch it before it disappeared like the rest of its companions.
Tugging the slip of paper out and staring as it with unrivaled disgust, I unfold it.and almost drop it.
In big, black markers was the name "SETO KAIBA", printed flat in the middle in caps so that _no one_, especially me, can miss it. And I swear, the letters were smirking at me with their undiluted ebony lines.
Someone must hate me up there.
To make matter worse, Ms. Masaki orders everyone to get with their "partners", while flashing me that sly, mocking grin of hers. (She probably plotted the whole thing.May the Devouress claim her soul in the underworld.) Of course, I was forced to oblige and, muttering a string of Egyptian curses, coerced myself over to the hated one's desk.
"What do you want, Mouto?"
Why, hello to you too, _honey_.
Replying in the same cold manner and determined not to wither under those piercing blue eyes, I shot back, "Shut up, Kaiba. I was cursed to be your partner."
For a fleeting moment, the former priest's stoic exterior fell to surprise, disbelief, and plain annoyance. I couldn't help but chuckle, though; hey, it's not everyday that you see your rival's eyes widened, mouth agape.
Throwing me the normal condescending glare (despite the fact that it had no effect on yours truly) in an attempt to cease my sniggering, Kaiba turned toward the teacher. "I can't work with this arrogant fool here."
Excuse me? Speak for yourself, Kaiba.
Ms. Masaki flinched visibly from both tone and façade, managing to stutter out, "B-but Kaiba-sama.h-he chose you."
I was about to protest against that, but Kaiba beat me to it.
"Apparently, he's brainless."
Do you have to be so insulting.?
"B-b-but."
Geez, how can she be a teacher when she's afraid of her own student?
Kaiba smirked and was about to respond when I cut in.
"What's wrong, Kaiba? Can't take a challenge? Or are you afraid of the _brainless_ king of games?"
Ra..._please_ don't tell me I just said that.
Twin cobalt orbs flickered with shock as they snapped in my direction. But as quick as the stun came, it was replaced by the all-too- familiar flare of pride, determination, and arrogance.
"You're on, Yami." A stoic smile appeared and vanished in a single instant. "But to make this a bit more exciting, why don't we make a deal?"
"Fine. I've never backed down, anyway."
"The first person who concedes will be at the other's every whim and will."
I pause, a sudden image of myself sitting at Kaiba's feet with a dog suite on. "For how long?"
"Just a week. Why? Is the great game king scared?"
"No!" I snap, a tad too quickly. "I accept your conditions, Kaiba. We'll see who bows down to whom!"
A glaring contest was born as we stared each other in the eye, trying to push the opposition down. I could practically _see_ the tension and electrifying crackle in the air, its color a clash of red and blue, each fighting to devour one another. And the fact that the egotistical ex-priest was so stubborn, we pretty much spent the rest of the day sending optical death messages.
Oh, and did I mention that the class dropped to about zero decibel during that time? I'll never hear the end of it from a certain blonde.
~*~
Next time.
* Roles are assigned and Yami's in for a big surprise.
* Yami and Seto must "work together" to complete the average family's
supplies worksheet