Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ More Annoying That You Could Imagine ❯ The Table For The Insane ( Chapter 6 )

^^^^The chapter in Bakura's POV…begins^^^

On my way to fourth period, I found the school does have a lift; only students aren't permitted to used it. How rigged is that? Science is on the second floor, and Literature is in the basement level. I am still trying to see why it's called Literature. It looks a lot like the art quarter.

I don't have much of an opinion on Literature. All the new-agers love this class, apparently. I have stumbled quiet rudely into a `community' of sorts. At the current time they are all studying poetry. When I walked in it was kind of creepy. The teacher was at the head of the class reading some frightening bit by Edgar Allen Poe. I intruded right into "-when I was young and full of folly, I fell in love with-". I swear the next word was melancholy. The room grew still [since next to the teacher's voice it had been silent]. As one, the heads turned to me and formed the most degrading expressions. I was too disturbed to even speak. The classes' aura was just freaky. It was like those folks that hold readings in bookstores' coffee shops all gathered together now to worship their literary gods.

The teacher looked up at me with a deep, yet cold glare. It seemed the temperature dropped twenty-five degrees. I shivered once, from fear or chill, I don't know. Finally I just looked down; I could not stand the many shaded eyes. I prayed to Shiva it was the wrong class or that the goddess would strike me down, whichever fit her mood.

Staring at the carpet, I quietly introduced myself. My voice was low, but seemed to magnify several times before being smothered by the thick silence. A rather annoying mental vibe grabs my attention.

// Whoa, how'd we get to the freak show? Did the circus hunt you down or something? //

The voice rings through my mind. I wonder if the eerie students can hear it? I talk back to it; I'm dead after lunch anyway.

/ Shut up /

I can't believe it as I feel the voice smirk. It's laughing at me and I can link with it on the emotion. It thinks I am a fool. Oh, that's just great…. Hey, look at the idiot!

// I don't care, I'm killing you anyway //

See, what did I say? I'll never see my last classes. Sarcasm seems the only alternative. I'm choosing to avoid the other humans.

/ Whee! I can't wait! /

The class is staring at me in surprise now. Someone finally clears his or her throat, loud. I look up in alarm. My eyes must have glazed over for a few seconds. Funny to know I actually alarmed a bunch of `cool' freaks. What should I do now?

Thinking, excuse me.

I could smirk and return to normal, indirectly gloating the shock. On the other hand, I could stutter, apologized, and sit the Hell down before I embarrass myself. I like the sitting down portion better.

// Oh, no, you can't act strong, eh? You have to be weak and meek and mild //

Hey, that rhymed and had a tempo, maybe the Spirit wants to take this class?

// Don't bet too much money on that. //

I look around nervously. The class is staring again. Hey did that Thing just read my thoughts? Okay, too weird, now.

/ Uh, you're scaring the other people, Spirit, please be quiet. /

Indeed, everyone does look more than a bit weirded out.

// No, you're frightening them, I'm just casually putting my two cents in. //

I scowl, apparently at nothing.

/ Well, stop! /

I command the voice now. It is getting annoying.

// No one said you had to listen… //

/ Then I won't /

// …unless you want to SUFFER INTOLERABLE PAIN! //

I roll my eyes and sigh.

/ Oh, Ra…. /

"Ehem, Mr. Bakura?" the teacher asks for what I just realize is the seventh time.

"Yes, madam-?" I inquire.

"Please take a seat, now," she ordered slowly.

I blink twice at her before I realized what she was requesting. Quickly I find a spot in the back and sit down. Kids are looking back nervously. I stare forward over them as the teacher starts reading a list out loud to the class. The first walks up. It's a girl and I recognize the name.

Abby Grety. Oh beautiful Isis, I've found her!

What an ugly soul. She is the same demigod who sits next to me on the bus. She sits in front of me now in Literature. I do not like her at all.

// Oh no //

The Spirit it talking again. I don't like him either.

/ What now? /

The Spirit sighs at my idiocy.

// The class is learning poetry. You know what we are gonna have to sit through? //

A chill runs up my spine.

/ Oh, God /

The Spirit agrees. He continues like it isn't obvious.

// Yep, peers poetry. We're in Hell //

I sigh and slump down in my seat as the girl begins to recite.

"I'm such a quiet person,

I never make you doubt.

Such a peaceful person,

You just can't smile without."

I raise my eyebrow slightly at the obvious LIE. The female is NOT quiet, is NOT kind, and is only peaceful when everyone is her slave. Still, I'm glad the work was short. Maybe everyone else will follow suit? I watch the next reader come up. Some girls nearby croon loudly in delight. Abby sits down and joins them. I slump down lower.

The child at the head of the room pulls out his work.

"`Ow pretty

Those tears o' pity

On ya face

`Ow sad

May ah just `ave

Some lil' space"

My eyes are closed and I am winching. I have this thing against Cockney accents and that child's is murder. He just killed the English language!

"Hey, don't you love his British accent, it is like, so cool!" Abby says turning to me.

// Ha, she thinks you're a girl, Mortal! //

The Fiend in my mind is mocking me. I almost blush when I realize he is right. I AM NOT A GIRL!

"Well, what do you think about Murray?" asked the slightly annoyed Abby.

"I don't have an opinion," I reply truthfully, trying to keep my voice untaggable.

"What? How could you not even like Murray?" the girls gasp.

I choked, sputtered, gasped. All in the same second. The Spirit in my head starts laughing at me. My face turns red as I look up again, flustered beyond belief. I…I…I…can't believe it!

"I'm Bakura, Ryou Bakura. I'm a guy and I'm not gay!" I respond finally.

Instantly the girls notice their mistake. I want to crawl into a hole and die now. They look at me in disbelief as they begin to realize I'm male. One clears her throat loudly.

"So you're a dude? Oh my God! You're a dude!" one remarks in surprise. I resist the urge to glare at her rudely and nod.

"Oh, sorry then," Abby replies, turning around.

I blink lightly and watch as another child goes to recite. Then I watch another, and another. I naturally forget all the names. Suddenly my own is called.

I uh, I don't have a poem for this class. Does the teacher know? Will this affect my grade?

"Ryou, where is your work?" the teacher asks. The entire class spins around to stare at me.

"I didn't know," I reply.

"Weren't you given any assignements?" she asks me in surprise.

I was, that in no way means I even bothered to look at them. I stare at her with what I hope is confused expression. I hate homework and actually didn't bother. Maybe if I'm a saint she'll let me off, being entirely new and stuff. I hope so, or my grade might plummet.

"Well, then sit over there," she commands, pointing to a table in the corner. Only one person sits there.

I grab my books and move. I now sit facing the short, tri-colored haired freak. He smiles slightly at me and waves. I nod and put my bag on the floor.

The teacher pulls out a lesson book and begins reading again. I get tire quickly and my eyes drop. Suddenly, someone kicks me. I look around and see the short kid holding up a piece of paper. He passes it to me under the table. I read the address. It says "To: New Guy, From: Yuugi" on the front. It's obviously for me. The boy, Yuugi, nods as I open it. I read the small writing slowly;

"New Kid,

Do you think this class is boring? Yes/No? So, you didn't have homework too? Good, neither did I. Why is your hair white? What's you're name? Did you know you look kinda like a girl? What school are you from? -Yuugi"

I scowl at the girl remark. The voice in my head starts laughing again.

I circle "Yes" and answer the questions. My hair has always been white. My name is Ryou Bakura. The girl thing has been brought to my attention [insert howls of mental laughter]. I'm from a school far away, and believe me, you haven't heard about it. Signed Ryou.

I hand the note back and watch the teacher again while Yuugi reads. I notice the woman never looks at the table when she asks questions or addresses the class. This is weird I write a note to Yugi asking about it. He sends on back via under the table. Like the teacher would notice anyway.

"Ryou,

It's because were separated from the rest of the class. I space out a lot and never do school work. Ergo, this is my permidate spot. We don't learn with the rest of the class. I'm glad you're here though; it's more interesting. Will you stay? All you have to do is space out like you were earlier when you walked in and barely do the assignments. It's easy and you're the only new kid I've met, ever. -Yugi"

I blinked. So this was the table for the `different' kids? I am not crazy.

// I'd restate that, Mortal //

I scowl. Okay, maybe I am crazy. I'm probably bipolar. Sorry.

// Correct //

So, was this Yuugi kid insane? Did he have an alter ego, or did he fake it? I was about to write a note asking why he space out when the bell rang.

It was time for lunch.

^^^^The Chapter in Bakura's POV…ends^^^^

Mediaminor is speeding up now. I didn't update because the screen had never shown up. But, my new modem and internet level has it running smoothly.

My E-mail boxes work. Yay. I still have to E-mail Shashomiru. Argh, it's June now!

Gomen nasai-ehem-I'm so very sorry.

Don't worry; this chapter is kind of long, eh? I'll go write another as soon as I can, okay?