Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Fast ❯ New Student!!!! ( Chapter 4 )

Noteeeees!!! ^^ Anywho, some people pointed out to me that Honda CBR (Ryou's motorcycle) isn't at all a `dinosaur' and yes, thank you, I know that. What I meant was that Ryou just has an old model and he had it for a long time, not to mention that previously it was Bakura's bike, so there. This is the reason why the bike is old. When Akefia said that it was a `1,000 year-old CBR', he didn't mean that it was an old model of motorcycle. Honda CBRs are still in production and they are very beautiful bikes. Akefia just recognizes when a motorcycle has been through a lot.

Thank you.

 

Fast

 

Bakura sped to his class, for the first time in a while trying to be on time, as if he would be late, Amane and Ryou would get on his case and he really didn't want that. Heck, he'd much rather juice up Ryou's motorcycle for him, but noooo, Ryou has to ride that ancient piece of junk. Bakura sighed, when he finally reached the class, but wasn't so happy, when someone ran straight into him. The both of them bounced off each other and Bakura ended up on the floor.

 

“Ouch, what the hell is your deal?! Do you always go running into people?!” He snapped.

 

The other shook his blonde head, lavender eyes smiling at the white-haired boy. “Good morning to you too, Bakura. Do you always go yelling at your friends in the morning?” Bakura growled. “Oh, shut up and help me up.” Malik grinned, as he did so, his twin brother popping over his shoulder. “Hi! Baku-chan!” He screamed happily, glomping the poor boy.

 

Bakura burst a blood vessel. “Would you psycho, get the fuck off of me and stop the fuck calling me that!!!” He took hold off Marik's collar and as he stood behind, Bakura bent over, pulling the bigger boy over his back and threw him to the floor. Huffing, seriously pissed for so early in the morning, he went to class, not even looking back as Marik sat up and pouted, rubbing the back of his head, where he was sure, he was going to have a lump.

 

Malik sighed and chuckled, following Bakura, after saying his goodbye to Marik as the other went to his own class. He noticed Bakura slumped in his chair and staring out the window, probably dreaming about motorcycles. Malik sat beside him and lent over his shoulder. “Watcha thinking of?”

 

Bakura snorted. “Isn't it obvious?”

 

Malik chuckled. “With you, I guess it is.” He wrapped an arm around Bakura's shoulders and one-arm hugged his friend, though secretly wishing they were more. “Oh, Bakura, listen.” He suddenly piped up. “Yami said that yesterday he found this really cool bike, a Yamaha YZF-R1. It's really sweet and since you keep on riding that beat up Yamaha 500C, he decided to give it to you.”

 

Bakura stared at Malik, as the boy finished his excited chatter. “Is there a catch? You know, Yami doesn't give away his `works of art' just like that.”

 

Malik smiled. “Yeah, I know, but he only said that it just seemed like you'd like that, seeing as you like Yamaha so much. Besides Yami said, after juicing it up, it purrs like kitten and practically screams your name.”

 

Bakura raised an eyebrow and grinned. “If you say so.”

 

At that moment teacher came in and the whole class became quite, awaiting the lesson. Of course Malik and Bakura kept on talking about motorcycles and got themselves a detention. But did they care? Not really...

 

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Ryou ran back to his seat from where he was talking with Yugi, as the teacher came in and the whole class scrambled around, trying to find their seats among the chaos. The teacher rubbed her temples and sighed. “Class! Sit! Now! I don't care, where. Just sit down and listen!”

 

Some students `eeped' and the class quieted down. Ryou snickered behind his hand. Ms. Suzuku wasn't to be messed with. She ruled the class with an iron fist, but she was a good teacher, if not a tad young, at barely thirty years old. Her cold green eyes snapped to him and she hissed. “Mr. Shiroi, do you have something to say?”

 

The class sniggered, as Ryou blushed. “Um, no, not really. Sorry ma'am.”

 

The teacher nodded. “All right, listen up, you maggots, you've got a new student coming into your class and---.” She was interrupted, when Marik burst into the class, panting. He smiled weekly at her and laughed nervously. “Ah, I was at the library?” He tried, but the glare from the teacher made him slink away to his sit. He sat behind Ryou, mumbling incoherently. Ryou turned to him. “What is it, `Riku?”

 

Marik smiled. “It's nothing, bunny. Pay attention, or the bitch will castrate you.”

 

Sure enough, Ms. Suzuku was glaring in Ryou's general direction and Ryou muttered a quick `sorry' and kept quite. Marik took out his reading glasses and hid behind the history textbook, as Ms. Suzuku continued.

 

“As I was saying, class, we have a new student here, so please shut up and make him feel welcome.”

 

And as she said that, none other than Akefia Atemri walked in, rendering Ryou greatly surprised. Akefia spied Ryou in his seat at the back and winked discretely at him.

 

“Hi, my name's not important, as long as you know not to give me a reason to kill you.” He smirked at the class.

 

Marik looked up and tapped Ryou on the shoulder. “That the new kid?” Ryou nodded, smothering his giggles behind his hand. “Yeah, yes, it is.”

 

Akefia grinned as the teacher glared and added. “Though you can call me, `the crazy kid who seems to like to piss off your teacher'.”

 

The whole class cracked up.

 

Ms. Suzuku sighed. “Yes, thank you, Mr. Atemri. Now if you'd like to tell us your name so I can get on with my lesson?”

 

Akefia snickered. “Ok, ok. My name is Akefia Atemri. Don't wear it out.”

 

The class allowed themselves one last chuckle, before the teacher's glare turned onto them again. Akefia went to sit beside Ryou. “Hello, Ryou. What are you doing here? I thought you were much younger?” He asked confused. Ryou nodded. “Yes, I know---.”

 

“But he is our little Einstein.” Marik cut him off smirking.

 

Ryou pouted. “Mariku?” He pleaded.

 

“Hm?”

 

“Shut up.”

 

Akefia snickered. “Seriously though, how old are you?” He asked, poking Ryou's shoulder. Ryou swatted his hand away. “I'm fifteen.”

 

Akefia almost fell out of his seat. “Fifteen? Wow. I'm already eighteen.” Then something dawned on him, but before he could open his mouth, Ryou replied for him. “I drive, illegally, if that's what you wanted to ask and Bakura taught me how.” Akefia nodded and looked at Marik. “He's sixteen.” Ryou said, seeing Akefia eyeing Marik.

 

“What are you an Einstein too?” He asked Marik, who shrugged. “No, I just take advanced history.”

 

“Ah.” Akefia nodded in agreement and turned to pay attention to the teacher.

 

“Now, class. We're going to do a project on World War II and you're going to work in pairs.”

 

Most of the class groaned, but Ryou perked up. “Ooh. I love this topic.”[1] Both, Akefia and Marik stared at him strangely. “What? It's interesting.” Akefia raised an eyebrow. “Suuuuure, it is.” Ryou sighed. “Though I'll probably again get a lazy bum, who'll leach my work off of me.” He said dejectedly.

 

Marik piped up and wrapped his arms around Ryou's neck from behind, effectively strangling him. “Aw, poor Ryou-Chan.” He cooed, as Ryou struggled for breath. “R-Riku~! Ca-can't-t breath!” He wheezed out and Marik let go.

 

Akefia laughed, but his attention was drawn to the teacher, when she called out his name. “And Akefia, you're going to be paired up with Marik and Ryou, you honey can join those three, since there is no other person left for you.” Ryou high-fived Marik and smiled at Akefia. “I hope, you will do your share of work?” He asked innocently. Akefia scoffed. “Of course I will. I may not like it, but I will do my work.”

 

“Good, we'll see you today after school at `Arena', sound good?” Marik asked as the bell rang, signaling the end of class.

 

Akefia smirked. “Of course.”

 

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And this is it, peeps. This concludes chapter four and `till next time. ^^

 

[1] I love World War II. I dunno why though. Maybe I feel so strongly about it, because I'm Polish?