Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Tomorrow ❯ Tutoring ( Chapter 1 )
Malik is failing more than half his subjects and Isis signs him up for tutoring. Guess who the tutor is? None other than Ryou, of course ^_^
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.08.2003 | Updated On: 02.23.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 414 | Status: Work In Progress
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Sweet Tomorrow
Chapter 1 Tutoring
Malik Ishtar was lazily sprawled on the plush couch in his living room, his unusual pair of lavender eyes directed restlessly at the flashing screen of the television. He held out his left arm, clicking furiously on the 'Change' button of his remote control. Channels flickered after channels, none doing the least to capture his attention. Periodically, his violet spheres would dart to the plain, black-and-white clock that hung modestly on one wall beside an intricate painting of a glass vase with a bouquet.
He absentmindedly brushed away a lock of bleached blonde hair that habitably fell across his orbs before firing a brief glimpse at the clock. It read 7:45 PM. Isis would be home soon, he remarked to himself. He shifted his gaze back to the flashing channels. Programs and talk shows appeared and disappeared in a blur as he continued to click endlessly on the button.
Malik Ishtar was your average, everyday gangster. He attended the tenth grade of Domino High regularly, however reluctant he might be about education. He was a typical hunk: he had shoulder-length blonde hair that was bleached in an exotic manner by the blistering desert sun of Egypt (his country of origin) and a pair of enchanting violet eyes. An additional plus to his already swooning-looks was his firm, sturdy build and muscles that were heavily emphasized by the moon-grey vest and the sleeveless black shirt he attired in. His complexion was a tanned hue, a few shades lighter than coca-brown.
Unfortunately, his sense of intelligence did not -- could not -- compare to his striking good-looks. Maybe it was laziness or tedium that prevented him from learning, or maybe it was plain stupidity, but Malik was not a very bright student at Domino. Some people had carelessly concluded that Malik was a delinquent (which he could not argue against) and therefore was brainless. But, all in all, Malik did not achieve satisfying grades in school and continued to drop.
Even his best buddies, Marik and Bakura, received higher, if not that much, marks than he did, which was considerably embarrassing. But Malik didn't care. In his view, school was just a pointless stage in life all living humans were obligated to go through. The three (Malik, Marik, and Bakura) were the living terrors of Domino High. They were all in their senior years and none cared a least bit about their future.
"What's the point of worrying about the future when we have our present to worry about?" Marik had pointed out one day. The three had considered this and found the remark both logical and sensible.
Malik shot another glance at the silently ticking clock. The time was 7:55 PM. His older sister Isis would be home soon from her meeting with his teacher, Mr. Tenoh, and he was positive the results would not be good.
It wasn't the first time that Isis had gone to 'meet and have a little chat' with one of his teachers. As a matter of fact, this was her fifth time. Three times in the past had been because of his mischief, the rest had been because of his plunging grades. He mentally cringed. Isis would be home soon, and there was little doubt that she would be anything but happy.
She would, Malik had discovered from past experiences, probably angrily stomp into the quaint Victorian house they currently occupied and lecture him on the sheer importance of education. As much as he loved her to bits, Malik could not stand to be in a house with a furious and irritated Isis.
The vague noise of tires as they screeched to a halt in the front driveway was discreetly heard. Malik bolted up straight. The slamming of the car door was followed by the dull, half-muffled footsteps as they made their way to the front entrance. Malik closed his eyes in dismay. There was no doubt now, it was Isis. There was the jingling of metallic keys as Isis fiddled with her keyring. Malik inhaled deeply and braced himself.
The front door swung open, admitting a tall, radiant woman and a harsh gust of cold, November air. Isis slammed the door silently behind her before greeting her younger brother warmly. "Hello, Malik." She smiled.
Malik exhaled only to nearly choke to death on the air he was breathing in.
Even though Isis was Malik's elder by only six years, making her the eligible age for a bachelor girl at 22, her over-protectiveness and caring nature for Malik might have passed her for his mother instead. She was tall and pretty with long ebony hair and her aquamarine eyes. She had an attractive, slender frame and an alluring coppery-bronze complexion.
Isis slid off her winter coat and placed it on the coat rack in the hall, still smiling warmly. "I had a talk with your teacher."
Malik stood up from the couch. "What did he say?"
"He said you aren't doing very well in school."
Malik resisted the urge to snort. "And?"
Isis refused to meet his gaze. "That there are many ways for you to improve."
"Is that all?"
Isis shook her head. "He suggested you take tutoring. I agreed and signed you up."
Malik goggled at his sister in astonishment. "You WHAT?"
Isis didn't even bat an eyelash. "I signed you up for tutoring. Mr. Tenoh will tell you more about it tomorrow. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to sort out the accounts for the museum." With that said, she stalked to the kitchen with Malik's lavender orbs glued on her retreating back.
"Hey, Ryou! Wait up!"
Ryou turned his head slightly, causing his silky locks of ivory hair to flit adorably around his alabaster complexion. His chocolate brown eyes smiled once he registered the caller. It was his childhood friend Yuugi Mutou.
"Hey, Yuugi," he greeted brightly with his daily, trademark smile.
Yuugi pulled into a halt a foot away from Ryou and submitted into a fit of coughs and gasps, his tri-coloured hair astray and his blonde bangs sticking to his round, child-like face. He looked like he was practicing for the track-and-field tryouts next week. Ryou waited patiently while his friend caught his breath.
"Mr. Tenoh wants to see you now." Yuugi managed to choke out.
Ryou's delicate eyebrows knitted in concern. "Do you know what it's for?"
Yuugi shook his head. "I don't think you're in trouble, though."
Ryou nodded. "Okay, I'll see you later then." Yuugi nodded before waving good-bye to his friend and heading down the school corridor in the direction of the library.
Ryou knocked on the door to the history classroom politely. He heard a half-muffled "Come in" and opened the door.
Mr. Tenoh was a twenty-five year old teacher. He taught a various series of subjects, though his main course was history. He was one of those young, understanding teachers that got along quite well with his students.
He sat behind his desk, apparently grading some test papers. He looked up in time to see Ryou enter the classroom. He smiled. "Hello, Ryou."
Ryou smiled back. It was almost impossible for anyone to dislike Mr. Tenoh. "Hi."
"Ryou, you volunteered to tutor, right?"
Ryou nodded enthusiastically. "Yea."
Mr. Tenoh evaded Ryou's gaze. "Well, I have a student that I would like you to tutor."
"Who?"
Mr. Tenoh's grave eyes locked onto Ryou's. "Malik Ishtar."
- To Be Continued -
Author's Pointless Note: Okay, I've warned you that it sucks, so feel free to flame me if ya want. This was done while eating cold pizza and drinking soda at 1:00AM. ^^ Anywho, I'll try to update it as soon as possible. In the meantime, if you would just take a nanosecond to send me a review, that would be very much appreciated. And who knows, it might help with my update ^^ Bai Bai!!