Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Not Even Death Do Us Part ❯ Excuses ( Chapter 1 )

I was going to base this off of one of my poems, and probably still will, but I think I'm going to stretch this out a bit and not do the "poem bit" till later, kay? For the sake of this story, Tea is in another country unless I choose to bring her in later.

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Not Even Death Do Us Part

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It was a day like any other. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the little group of friends was walking to school together, laughing about some joke or other.

"Hey Yug! You can't lure you're pants off with a carrot!" Joey made a motion like somebody shaking a carrot at pants. "Here pants, here pants!" The whole group burst into laughter. Of course, nobody really understood this joke, but it was funny nonetheless. However, there was one person that just could not join in on the giggling fit. After all, he had to keep up his persona of being a cruel heartless CEO. Cruel heartless CEO's just don't laugh at tasteless jokes about pants-luring carrots.

"Really, mutt. Couldn't you come up with something a little more amusing? Just because you sleep tied to a tree doesn't mean you have to be as funny as one."

"Hey, watch it moneybags! I don't see you coming up with anythin' to make us laugh!"

Seto smirked at the enraged blond. "Cracking jokes just so you can fall to your knees is pointless. There are so many easier ways to do that."

"Kaiba! You creep!" Joey lunged for Seto, who merely stepped out of his way and tripped him one-footed.

"Really puppy, you should know you're just too young to play with the big dogs. Why don't you go somewhere and lick yourself."

Tristan had watched the proceedings with anger, and finally couldn't take it anymore. "You know what Kaiba? You're just a jerk who is so insecure that you have to make fun of people like Joey, who have real friends! You're just a sad, pathetic CHILD! If you don't like Joey or his jokes, why don't you leave? Just go and order people around so that you can feel like a big man!"

Tristan turned away and pulled a resisting Joey with him. Yugi looked sadly at Kaiba, but shook his head and followed. Kaiba stood stunned for a minute, then "Hmff"ed and entered the school building.

`I don't need them anyways! I make a better friend to my self than those losers any day! Yugi's not so bad, at least he can duel, but why does he hang out with those pathetic geeks? Heh. Joey can't even fight his own battles; he has to get that pointy-haired moron to badmouth me for him! Well, I'll show them one day when I own ALL of Domino and they're working for me!" He laughed maniacally and went to class.

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Meanwhile

Tristan, still dragging Joey behind him, was raving about Kaiba's treatment of the blonde. "I can't believe that guy! Why does he always treat you like dirt? He calls you puppy and mutt like he's something special! Why do you take it so well? Joey?"

"I can take care of myself Tris. You didn't have to do that ya know." Joey said sullenly, finally breaking free of Tristan's grasp.

"I know buddy, but I wanted to help you! You're my best friend and I'm tired of how he's treating you!"

"Yeah, but now he's gonna think that I can't fight my own battles and that I'm a pathetic loser!"

"Since when does his opinion mean anything? Besides, he already thinks you're a pathetic loser."

Joey cast a jaundiced eye to his friend. "Thanks buddy. It's always good to know that I can look to you for reassurance and comfort."

Tristan stared at Joey for a moment, then quietly said, "You can you know. Look to me for comfort that is. I'll always be here for you Joey. You've been my best friend forever, and I'd do anything for you. Anything."

They stared at each other for a moment until they heard a coughing sound near their elbows. "Oh, Yug! Sorry man. Spaced for a moment there. What's up?"

"Well, it's just that… um, never mind." Yugi turned on his heel and left, leaving the puzzled pair behind him.

"What's gotten into him?"

"I dunno. Maybe he's not feelin' too well. Ya know how he gets sometimes."

"Yeah. Well, come on. We can't be late to class again! Mr. Smith says if we're tardy one more time he's putting us in detention for a month!"

"Can he even do that? Besides, KAIBA'S in that class! I don't wanna be anywhere near that jerk." Joey glared at his friend, as if daring him to contradict his choice.

Tristan sighed. "Fine, Joey. Just go then, I'll make your excuses. But you know someone like Kaiba would see this as a victory."

Joey scowled to himself. "Yeah, well I don't think I can handle him anymore today. Just go on and make my excuses please. I'll go home, maybe make a cake or something."

Tristan looked interested. "Okay, you go home. And it better be a chocolate one! Last time you made that funky pineapple stuff."

Joey laughed. "You didn't even try it! I told ya that it's good. Oh well. Smell ya later."

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Seto fumed to himself in his desk at the back of the room. `How dare they talk to me like that. I will make them sorry! No one talks bad about Seto Kaiba! Oh look, it's shark-boy. I wonder where the mutt is.'

Tristan walked past the teacher's desk. "Mr. Taylor. Why don't you tell me where Mr. Wheeler is." It wasn't a suggestion. He used the same tone he did when he talked about his old enemy, Mr. Anderson.

Tristan winced and glanced nervously at Yugi, then turned to the teacher. "Well, Mr. Smith, you see, umm… Joey got sick! Really sick! I mean, he was throwing up every few seconds, and he almost missed the bathroom once! It was almost all over the halls, and that would have been really gross, so he decided to go home so no one else would get sick!"

Mr. Smith glanced over the sunglasses he insisted upon wearing, even in the dark classroom. "Did Mr. Wheeler see the nurse before leaving?"

"Well, he was going to, but we got to the nurses office and there was nobody there! We waited for a while, but class was about to start, so he told me to come here so I wouldn't get in trouble."

"How noble. Very well, have a seat. But do remind your friend that next time he WILL be in class."

"Yes sir! I will tell him!" Tristan sat down in his usual seat beside Yugi. The amethyst-eyed boy looked at his friend, then away.

"Whew buddy, I thought for SURE he was going to give Joey and me a detention. That was close! "

Yugi glanced at Tristan. "Yeah, it was."

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Well, that's it for this issue! I know it's not real long, but then again, none of my stories are… Thank you to the people who have read and reviewed my other stories! Hope this one does better than they are! *hugs everyone*

Oh, and if you were wondering about the carrot joke, it's something my friends made up in orchestra that I never really understood… guess it's a poisoned tomato-mushroom-donut thing… (Yes, I am an Orch Dork.)

Also, did you notice my Matrix reference? I didn't even think about it until I had made the teachers name Mr. Smith, then the way I said Mr. Taylor reminded me of AGENT Smith, so I had to do it.

My muse loves you.