Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ YIB ❯ Meetings ( Chapter 3 )

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…Meetings…

Yami growled out in frustration as he looked over his class schedule. Art? Politics? Chemistry? What the fuck was this?

He leaned against the white-painted wall and then turned his head when he the door beside him swung open with such intensity that Yami was actually surprised that the door didn't break into the wall.

“Angry?” Yami said amusingly to his white-haired friend who appeared from the doorway. The brown-eyed boy was obviously upset about his classes as well but, unlike Yami, Bakura could never hold in his anger well.

“No fucking shit,” Bakura said angrily as he pushed a passing student into the wall harshly. Said student yelled out in pain before quickly sprinting off into a nearby classroom.

“Bakura!” Kaiba reprimanded, appearing from the same room that Yami and Bakura had only moments before. “Behave yourself.”

Bakura glared in Kaiba's direction and mumbled a few curses under his breath. Yami sighed in relief when he saw Marik appear as well. Finally the long, drawn-out process of receiving their schedules was done. But now a bigger task began…finding their classes.

Unfortunately, none of them had their first period class in common. So after a few swears from Bakura and a few demanding orders from Kaiba, everyone set off in different directions.

Currently, Yami was roaming the halls searching for his economics class. This, to say the least, was not going so well. After a couple dozen hallways and about a million classroom doors, Yami punched a nearby locker, denting it in the process. Damnit! How was he supposed to find his target in this cursed building of death when he couldn't even find the right classroom.

The uncover assassin was so angry that he didn't notice a small teen standing next to him with a frown on his face.

“Umm…excuse me,” the weak voice said causing Yami to snap his head around at the person who had interrupted him from his thoughts. To his astonishment it was none other than the boy who he was just thinking about.

“But umm…can you please get your fist out of my locker?” the boy continued.

Yami quickly withdrew his clenched fist from the black-colored locker as he mentally cursed to himself. Out of all the lockers in this damn school, he had to damage the locker of the one boy that he had to befriend. `Of course,' Yami thought bitterly and then aloud he said almost immediately: “I'm sorry.”

Yugi sighed as he looked at his locker. “So, what did my locker do to you?”

“Nothing, it was an accident,” Yami said and then leaned against the wall next to the boy. “By the way, my name is Yami. I'm new here.”

Yugi nodded. “My name is Yugi.”

Yami bit back the urge to say `I know' and instead said: “Yugi? Well, that's a cute name.”

A small pink tint arose in Yugi's cheeks. “Thanks. It's nice to me you Yami,” Yugi said. “Do you need any help getting to your class?”

Yami nodded and handed his small look-a-like a sheet with his class schedule. Yugi, in turn, widened his eyes in shock as he looked down the familiar list.

“All of our classes are the same!” Yugi said incredulously.

“You don't say!” Yami said with a smile. He knew that Pegasus had purposely done this.

“Well,” Yami continued. “Maybe we can walk to all of our classes together. It would help me learn the blueprint of this school better and maybe I could make the whole locker incident up to you.”

Yugi barely noticed the strange word choice of `blueprint' but ignored it. “Okay,” the amethyst-eyed boy said. “Let's go then.”

Yami nodded and walked side by side his new `friend' as he began to ask little Yugi about his life even though he already knew everything about it.

…

Kaiba was the most intelligent out of the assassins so he found his class immediately. Not only that, but he had also found his target.

“Katsuya Jounouchi,” Kaiba said standing in front of a lazy-looking blonde.

Said boy glanced up at the brunet and raised an eyebrow. “Who wants to know?”

Kaiba took an empty seat and sat next the boy. “No one,” Kaiba said, “I already know.”

Jou furrowed his eyebrows. “That's nice but the real question is who are you?”

“Kaiba,” was all the brunet said.

Jou looked at Kaiba quizzically. “So what do you want?”

“Nothing,” Kaiba said taking out a black laptop.

Jou frowned angrily. This guy had barely said anything to him but he was already getting annoyed by his presence.

“So is there any reason—“

Jou was interrupted by Kaiba's hand. “Shh, you talk too much.”

Jou instantly stood to his feet. “What did you say?!”

Kaiba didn't even take his eyes off of his work. “I said you talk too much. What are you deaf?”

Jou growled which only made Kaiba laugh. “You're like an annoying little puppy,” Kaiba said.

Jou clenched his fist. “Don't you dare call me that! I'm not a fucking dog!” Jou yelled and then was immediately silenced by the demanding voice of the teacher.

“Katsuya! How dare you talk like that in my class!” the woman screamed.

“No, it's not my fault! He started it!” Jou said pointing to the brunet who was sitting in his seat with his hands folded looking innocent.

“I'm ashamed of you Katsuya! Blaming something on a new student! Detention after school,” the teacher yelled.

“But—“ Jou said trying to save himself.

“No buts!” the woman said threateningly.

Jou growled and plopped down in his chair. “I hate you,” he puffed out with narrowed eyes to the brunet sitting next to him.

Kaiba only rolled his eyes. What an excellent start.

…

Bakura was not so lucky as Kaiba when it came to finding his class.

The dark brown-eyed teen was currently storming angrily down a hall with clenched fist by his side. Every student that came into his line of view instantly backed up against their locker to let him past.

He couldn't find a stupid fucking class and it was aggravating him to no end. He was so absorbed with his own thoughts of murdering the next person that he saw that he barely noticed when someone collided with him.

As an impulse, Bakura took a dagger out from his back pocket and held it up to the unfortunate soul who dared to bump into him. Bakura glared death into the gentle brown eyes that he was looking into. It didn't take him long to realize how familiar those eyes looked.

Shit.

That was the only word that crossed his mind.

“I'm so sorry,” said an extremely frightened voice.

Bakura immediately withdrew the dagger from the pale neck. “I apologize; I thought you were one of my friends.”

The boy that Bakura knew to be Ryou looked at him in shock. “You hold knives up to friend's necks and threaten their lives?”

Bakura chuckled. “Actually yeah.”

Ryou widened his eyes in fear and then took off in the opposite direction. Bakura just watched as the boy that he was suppose to become friends with run away from him in fear.

“FUCK!” Bakura yelled as he threw a dagger across the hall which stuck into a wall only inches away from another student's face.

Bakura continued to mentally curse as he walked over and yanked out his dagger from the wall, stepping over the now passed out student on the floor.

He hated these undercover missions!

…

Marik sat in the back of his class and watched with curious eyes the boy only a few seats in front of him. Marik had been able to find his class due to some instructions that a teacher had given him. And now, he was only feet away from his target. Ra, why couldn't he just kill everyone in this entire building? Marik was just as dangerous as Bakura but unlike his albino friend, he was able to control himself. Bakura on the other hand was known to kill a whole classroom full of people if something ticked him off. Marik was well aware that he needed to try to compose himself and could not attempt to kill someone while undercover.

“Hello everyone!” the teacher said happily as she walked inside the classroom. “I have a special group project that I want you all to work on! So when I call out your names just pair up with your partner. I'll give the assignment after.”

“So let's see,” the teacher continued. “Rex and Weevil…Anzu and Honda…Malik and Marik…”

Marik stopped listening to the teacher after that and quickly found a seat next to who he knew to be Malik.

“My name is—“ Marik began trying to introduce himself but was rudely cut off.

“I don't care,” the other Egyptian boy said.

Marik glared and with a then said politely: “I believe we're partners—“

“So the fuck what? You want a cookie?” Malik said and then turning to face the other said dangerously low: “Listen and listen good. I don't fucking care who you are or what you do. We're partners and that's it. I don't want to be friends or anything else. When you're done with your half of whatever the fuck we're doing then give it to me and that's it. Do you understand?”

Marik bit his lip. He made a mental note to kill this boy as soon as he possibly could. How dare he talk to him like that? He had no idea who he was messing with! Marik didn't even respond to the boy in fear that he might try to kill him right then and there so instead he stood to his feet and moved to the back of the class. Malik was going to pay…he was going to pay dearly.

…

Progress Reports…

That was the title of the document lying on the table in front of the four uncover assassins when they had reached the headquarters.

Yami laughed. “I'm dying to hear the progress that you have all made today…Kaiba?”

Kaiba snorted and said bitterly. “I made decent progress today.”

Marik snickered. “He hates you doesn't he?”

Kaiba nodded which caused an uproar of laughter from the rest of the table. This only made the brunet angry.

“Oh and you all did so well is that right? What about you Bakura?” Kaiba questioned with narrowed eyes and a smirk.

Bakura returned Kaiba's glare. “I did fine!” Bakura lied.

“Let me guess,” Yami said with a smug smile. “He's terrified of you.”

Bakura growled and Yami ducked as a small dagger flew past where his head use to be.

“I take that as a yes,” Yami said and then glanced towards Marik.

“Me?” Marik said. “Well me, I just hate my target's guts and want to kill him as slowly and painfully as possible.”

Yami rolled his eyes. “Well, my target's already agreed to walk me to all of my classes,” Yami said with an air of superiority.

Suddenly clapping was heard and the four assassins turned around in their seats to come face to face with Pegasus.

“Congratulations!” Pegasus said. “I was just listening to the progress you all have made today and I have to say that I am very proud of all of you. No casualties' right?”

Everyone in the room looked at Bakura accusingly.

“No, I didn't kill anyone today!” Bakura said angrily.

“Great!” Pegasus said. “We can't blow are cover so I need you all to be on your best behavior.”

Once again, everyone looked at Bakura who began to get very frustrated. “Hey, I can't promise anything especially with this one,” Bakura said pointing to Yami. “But I will say that I'll try to keep the casualty count low.”

Pegasus patted Bakura on the back. “That's all I ask,” he said and then turned to the rest of the group. “So, I want you all to finish up and then get some shut eye. I expect a lot more progress tomorrow. Understand?”

Everyone nodded and with that, their leader disappeared leaving the four to themselves once again.

“I think tomorrow is going to be a good day,” Yami said with a smile as he leaned back in his chair. He ignored the gust of wind that flew by his left cheek and didn't turn when a he heard a dagger stick into the wall behind him. Guess Bakura didn't agree with him.

…TBC…

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