Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Real World Experience yaoi version ❯ The beginning of the end ( Chapter 1 )

"Ooooooooooooooook Ladies and Gentlemen!" said a young good looking guy in his mid-twenties, and kinda on the short side with black hair that somehow made him seem really young as he looked over his new crop of students.

In the front row there were six boys that stuck out from the rest of the group. Three of them looked like they would be a good asset to the group. Two of them had black spiky hair with red outlining and blond bangs, they looked somewhat alike. The second pair had brilliant white hair which seemed to enhance the youth in the smaller boy. The other, older white haired boy seemed harsher and familiar to trouble. Thirdly the last pair seemed like a rowdy crowd, each blessed with mysterious violet eyes. Both had blond hair; one who wore it down, and the other which seemed to have locks that naturally spiked up. The teacher made a note to watch out for the latter three.

"Today is your first class of the "Real World" and I'd like to explain how things are run here." The teacher began. “First, I would like to take attendance.”

“Michael?”

“Yo.”

“Joel?”

“Here.”

The list continued.

“Ryou Bakura?”

“Present,” Ryou's shy voice rang out.

“Bakura Itemri(Bakurasgirl)?”

“What's it to ya?”

The teacher roller his eyes and continued. “Yugi Mouto?”

“Here.”

“Malik Ishtar?”

“Sup teach?”

“Marik Ishtar?”

A grunt was heard, which the teacher took as a `here'.

“Yami Mouto?”

“Here.”

“Ok, now that we're all here, my name is Mr. Forsyth. This class is to have you experiment with jobs so you can have a taste of how working is like. You will pick a job from the list on the board and sign up for it. This will be your job for the rest of the week. Your bosses will tell me of your effort so do not slack off.” Mr. Forsyth explained. The teacher looked around the classroom to see what the students thought. Some of the students perked up when he began to explain the class, but many just slouched and looked ready to fall asleep.

Already one hand was in the air for a question, the look-alike of the child with the white hair.

"Hai, Mr. ." Mr. Forsyth began to scan the attendance for the boy's name.

"Itemri, but call me Bakura," said the boy who had a very gruff voice.

"Ok Bakura what is your question?" The teacher inquired.

"I would like to know, WHY THE HELL DO WE HAVE TO TAKE THIS CLASS!" said a now very calm Bakura.

"Well, Bakura, as it seems to show on your record," he looked on Bakura's class selection list and sees `this suxz' and other foul words written on every other class, "You had to take something and everything else 'suxz' in your opinion." Various comments were heard through out the class.

"Does anyone have any serious questions?" Mr. Forsyth tiredly said.

Suddenly a small hand shot up in front, "Mr. Forsyth, when are we supposed to serve our time at our jobs?"

"Very good question Mr..." he looked at the class list again "Moutou. Thank you for catching that, I'm kind of excited because it is the first day, and I'm a little scatter brained. You are supposed to put in 7hrs of work at your assigned job after-school, on week-ends, and how you serve those hours is up to you, but in that time you must be able to do something useful. If something happens that you are not able to do these hours see me." He answered.

"Okay." Yami nodded.

"Does anyone have anything else to ask before I hand out the list?" Forsyth asked. One final hand went up. It was Yami's 'brother'.

"Yes, sir," the teacher addressed the boy.

"Three things, Mr. Forsyth, can you pick a job repeatedly? When you find a job you like can you permanently be assigned to it? And can you work with someone else?" Yugi fired.

"For your first question, I would rather you have yourself acquainted with what's out there so I would like for you to try different things. Next, in a month or two you will be allowed to pick a job and keep it as long as the boss says its ok. And finally, you are supposed to work by yourself in the beginning because you won't be able to always have the same job as your friends." Mr. Forsyth responded.

The class now looked comfortable with the information, and was eager to start looking at the list. After a bit of sifting through the papers on his desk, the teacher put the list of jobs on the board, and was then trampled by the stampede of students to get to the list.

"Okay ladies and Gentlemen, settle down!” he yelled as he became buried by students. "Since you all can't seem to handle this, we will have to do this randomly. Be here early tomorrow, and you can see what you are assigned. Class dismissed!" He announced, and hurried out of the room.

As the class exited, many comments were heard disagreeing about Mr. Forsyth picking jobs. Only three looked like they were between killing someone and dieing in supense.

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At 3:05, in the school of domino high, the last bell rang and the queue of students outside room 311 filed into the room for the Real World experience results. Just as the last students came in, Mr. Forsyth came in and quickly dropped a big pile of papers on the front table. "Good Morning class, sorry i was late. Well, I'm guessing you all want the results of the first weeks pick."

        "No... yah think?" Bakura muttered to Marik

        Mr. Forsyth began handing out folders with the student's names on them. Yugi was the first to receive his and tore the folder to shreds to see his assignment.

        On the top it read:

        To Mr. Yugi Motou
        Kiddie Achademy helper
        Week one
        The rest of the sheets consisted of location, graphs for time keeping, and other useful tidbits (that's a kewl word)

        "Nice pick Yugi!" congratulated Ryou upon seeing his friends luck. Bakura just scoffed and said, "If that's all there is than this class should be a cinch."

        Just then, Bakura got his assignment packet;

        To Mr. Yami Bakura
        Telemarketer at Suckers co.
        week one

        Confused at the meaning of telemarketer, Bakura turned to Ryou. Ryou quickly defined it with, "A telemarketer is someone who tries to sell items to people over the phone."

        "Oh really," said Bakura, scratching his chin in an evil way, "That shouldn't be too hard. HECK! it might even be fun." giving a very evil, pointy-toothed grin.

        Marik was the next to receive his results. His packet read;

        To Mr. Marik Ishtar
        Drive thru speaker for McDonalds
        Week one

        "Well at least I'm not doing something really stupid."

        It took a few moments for Mr. Forsyth to come back and the class was full of shrieking girls, comments, and some kids pleading for a mistake. Mr. Forsyth passed by again and handed out the last three folders.

        Yami was the first to get his folder open. It read:

        To Mr. Yami Motou
        Tour guide for Ishtar museum
        Week one

        Not sure if this was a good or bad pick, Yami decided to be happy for it was his friend and he could work with something he knew. Bakura decided otherwise. "Who better to talk about the pains and hardships of being royal that the pharaoh"

        "Shut-up thief" Yami retorted but began to get the feeling that this would be a long week.

        Mr. Forsyth made his final pass by the group and handed Malik and Ryou their envelopes.

        Ryou calmly opened his and saw a pretty good surprise.or so he thought.hee hee hee.

        To Mr. Ryou Bakura
        Vetrinarian assistant
        Week one

        At the same time, Malik opened his and saw a strange job.

        To Mr. Malik Ishtar
        Good burger worker
        Week one

        Marik looked at his Yami's pick, "Strange. I didn't know we had a restaurant by that name."

        "I saw that movie once. I think." Malik said

        Mr. Forsyth returned to the front of the class and put his hand in the air the quiet down the class. "Now class, please remember to be polite and do what you are told by your employers and keep in mind that you need to serve 8 hours and to have a good report from your boss for a good grade. Class dismissed!!!"

        The entire class rushed out of the room to the after-school busses to plan their hours. The YGO gang walked home to get a chance to chat about their discoveries. What they didn't know was the hilarious peril in store for them in the upcoming week.
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There is chapter one

 

Forsyth was my 7th grade S.S teacher

 

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