Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Insert Cool Yu-Gi-Oh! Related Title ❯ Chapter One: Class is in the Mornings ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer!
No, I don't own any Yu-Gi-Oh! related anythings. If I did, I'd rightfully enforce my ownership of Ryou Bakura and have him chained up in my harem castle where I could keep a close eye on him... A /very/ close eye. Yes, close indeed...

This chapter may not make any sense, but keep reading. It does later on!

//Are the yami mentally speaking to their hikari.//
/Are the hikari mentally speaking to their yami./
And Italics are thoughts.


Chapter One: Class is in the Mornings

Ryou glanced at his watch again as he hurried down the corridor.

Can't be late again! I was late last time! I'll get in trouble if I'm late again!

His pace quickened as he rounded a corner and quickly walked into class just as the bell rang.

Phew! Made it!

"Well, Mr. 'I just got here'. Cutting it a little close wouldn't you say?" Asked the woman standing in front of the class.

Huh? Who is she?!

"Um... Gomensai, uh... Um...?"

Who is this person? What happened to Korobayashi-san?

"Yes, yes, please take your seat young man, and stop from interrupting!" The woman glowered.

Ryou nodded and quietly walked to his seat. As he looked around, he could see half the class glaring at him as well, and the other half busy talking amongst themselves.

She yells at me, but not at them? Well... I guess, after all...

"It's because you're wearing broccoli," Yugi whispers to him. "That's Otoya-san. She hates broccoli! Here." The multicolor haired boy passed him some cheese. "Put it in your pocket, for good luck!"

Ryou nodded and took off the piece of broccoli he had been wearing and placed it inside his desk. Near immediately, Otoya-san looked up at him and smiled. He snuck the piece of cheese in his back pocket, and smiled back to the woman.

"Now class! As I mentioned earlier, today, Korobayashi-san was hit by a honey dew weapon in the head as he was making his way to class. So, unfortunately, a substitute was called in on very short notice."

A low muttering and whispering began. A few bugs crawled over a desk.

"Quiet!!" screamed the well dressed lady as a rather obtrusive vein pulsated on her forehead.

The class immediately succumbed into silence. A few crickets chirped. Otoya-san opened the desk drawer and pulled out a struggling cricket. Then ate it.

"Wow. She obviously hasn't had her oatmeal today," Anzu whispered to Honda, who nodded wholeheartedly in agreement.

"Now then," the now fully composed woman began again. "As such, a substitute was found rather quickly. So, please excuse us if he sucks, but you brats WILL listen to him none the same! Is that understood!?"

"Yes, mam!" all the students shouted.

A substitute? I wonder if he'll be nice?

"Then please welcome your instructor for the day, Bakura-san."

What?!?

A well dressed man, awkwardly looking no older than a student himself, entered the room wearing glasses and sporting a leather briefcase. He had long white hair that spiked every which way and ebony brown eyes that seemed defined by a thick set of long lashes. "Hi," he grinned in a more than unnerving smirk. He stared directly at Ryou.

Oh my god! Oh, no! This.. This can't be happening! He can't! I mean, he's not-

"Well, I leave you to it Bakura-san," the woman left and shut the door behind her.

Everyone in the class immediately began talking and defining the word 'disorderly conduct', completely ignoring the new teacher.

"Hey, Ryou! Isn't it funny? You and the teacher have the same last name! And you even look the same!" Jounouchi called out as he fought his way over to Ryou's seat near the front of the class.

"Yeah," Anzu agreed. "Are you related, or something? Huh? Ryou?"

"Ahem."

Why?! Why is he here!?! Why?!

"Eh... Ryou? Are you OK?" asked Yugi with concern. "Ryou? Ryou?!"

"Ahem."

"Huh?! What? Oh, Yugi," Ryou finally answered shaking his head to clear the confusion. "I... I was..."

"I said, AHEM!!!"

Everyone in the class stopped what they were doing and looked up to see a might disgruntled Bakura looking ticked off.

"Sheesh! My are you all rude!" He said leaning back on the teachers desk. "Everyone! Back to your seats! Now!" he barked out the order and everyone complied. "Hmph. So, you are the sorry bunch I gotta baby sit, eh? Ugh. Ra, they should just kill you all, turn you into mulch and feed you to the plants. At least then you'd serve a purpose." He sighed, "But, oh well. Damned mothers seem to have some sort of attachment and all..."

By now Bakura was more muttering to himself than actually addressing the class. A few students started giggling and talking. Anzu made the 'he's crazy' sign by swirling her finger in a circle next to her head.

"... But I need liquor, so I need money, so I need a job, so I gotta teach... So! Let's get to teaching!" Bakura clapped his hands and removed his spectacles. "Now! What was that anti-melon lovin' pusillanimous teacher teaching you last, eh?"

The students busted out laughing, both shocked and amused.

Oh, no...

Ryou buried his head in his hands.

"Sensei!" Called out one of the overachieving top students. He stood and spoke, "We were last covering the replication of single celled animals, during the stages of meiosis-"

"OK! Shut-up!" Bakura yelled. "Didn't ask for you damned life story!"

The class again burst out laughing.

"Yeah, yeah, SHUT-UP!!" he yelled out again to the class in general.

Everyone became silent again, although many of them had plastered smiles on their faces. Even the bugs seemed happy as they crawled off the desk.

"OK... So... Meiosis, eh? That's were they split into two, right? As in reproduce?" He asked the same smart kid.

Ryou's eyes widened.

"Uh, yes," said the kid, now slightly peeved at the fact that his teacher obviously had no idea what he was doing.

"Right. In other words, you all are learning about sex."

Oooooh, noooooo...

Ryou's head shot up straight into the air and his eyes widened.

Not good!!

Bakura was looking directly at him. Ryou gulped.

"Heh. Oh... " Bakura's eyes narrowed. "This I can teach."