One Day at the Infamous Domino High

One Day at the Infamous Domino High

Chapter One

            One day at the infamous Domino High, there were seven boys in particular who were each having, in their own right, a bad day. Except for maybe Bakura, an evil spirit, who was getting a kick out of everyone�s pain and suffering. Jounouchi and Yugi were not speaking to each other (they had gotten into a fight), Honda was being his usual characterless self (sleeping, in other words, or pursuing other dull interests which never enter into any plot whatsoever), Yami was upset because Yugi was upset, and Kaiba was in his usual evil mope whenever Mokuba made him go to school (why else would he go?). Not to mention Anzu, who was in an absolute huff about Yami, who had not as of yet noticed her (despite her skirt which grew shorter day by day). Mai, had she been in this story (and might be later, just for kicks� I�ll destroy her� mua! I am god, GOD I TELL YOU!), would have been in a royal temper as well, due to Jounouchi�s sulk and general dismissal of anything that didn�t belong to his own little (and possibly drug-induced <snicker>) world (which would include her and her exposed� ugh� that lovely almost-shirt of hers). Ryou was, of course, upset because all his friends were unnaturally unsettled, and he was tempted to jump on his desk and scream for world peace. However, that would be stepping out, and he was too shy for that, so that would embarrass him, but if he didn�t take a stand, no one would, but he might get in trouble, but wasn�t getting in trouble worth it to fight for what you believe in, but the girls might think him a pansy, and the boys too, probably, not that they already didn�t� you see his dilemma, no? So he sat and stewed about women�s rights, Bakura plotted everyone�s deaths (they would die after the entertainment they provided him with), Yugi sat complacently away from Jounouchi, Jounouchi mumbled about pretty pink clouds, Honda snored and pursued aforementioned dull interests which never into any plot whatsoever, and Yami patted Yugi on the head while trying to think of a way to make him be nice to Jounouchi. Anzu was sitting at an impossible angle trying to show off her very exposed legs, but Yami, of course, was busy as we have already discussed. Kaiba sat and doodled furiously on his notebook (something about a knife, and Anzu, and Hello Kitty �panties�� grr� he would murder her�) and was generally ignored by all the world.

               Now you might be wondering just why this day is going so bad. Or you might not. But whatever the case, I�m going to tell you straight. I am the author. Thereby, I am god. Thus, I will do whatever I want to set up whatever plot I like, however flimsy that may be. If I wanted Bakura to jump on a table, rip his shirt off, and dance drunkenly, he�d by gum do it. (Bakura: �Um� *worried*� Hanet: �Quiet, slave.�) My point is that there is no real point. Except there is, but don�t go introducing the �Well since this happened, why didn�t this happen?� or the �Why didn�t that happen earlier� or whatnot, because I am god, I know all, I control all, and that is just that. Since you now, as the reader, are exercising your right to abandon (or burn) a story, I will stop my wee rant and get to the point. However, maintain the mindset of Hanet-is-god (heh� subliminal messages that aren�t so subliminal� I inculcate you� worship me� worship me�) and the image of Bakura dancing shirtless (heh� yum) and we�ll get along juuuust fine.
In truth, the male freshmen of Domino High (or at least the ones that matter) were girl-deprived. Yes, there was Anzu, and Mai was floating around somewhere (frightening mental picture), and there were other girls. But no girls that they liked� aka OC�s!!
Ok, now is the time where we all dance. Everyone, all together: YAY FOR OC�S! *everyone dances*
So, owing to the fact that there are no OC�s currently in the story, all the boys are sad. Let us chorus in pity. All: �Aww��

               Hurrying onward to the present time, we settle into Kaiba�s unsettled thoughts until some action takes place. From there if randomness should take over, we might get a glimpse about what the other boys are thinking too. (Random soliloquies may be inserted as random thoughts relevant to the moment take form in the murky minds of Domino High students. They�ll look like this: (Person who is thinking: thought). Clear enough? Let�s proceed)

               I�ll get her� she�ll pay for exposing my rather pretty Hello Kitty underwear� I�ll kill her� I wonder� oh, yes, Sailor Moon today. Those ones are so pretty! I wonder if Anzu would like to see those, too!

               Kaiba sat in his desk and stewed, occasionally adding more gore to his cartoon, enjoying the look of Anzu�s eye on the opposite end of the page from her decapitated head, next to some of her random dismembered limbs. He cackled silently to himself, all the while writing a computer program in the back of that huge head of his. But when he looked up, mainly to study Anzu to get inspiration for a new loathful drawing (he really liked bloodying her up), he didn�t see the rest of his class, or even the blackness of the shadow realm (a sure sign Bakura had taken over and was about to gorily dismember him) (Bakura: heh� good idea� *wild look in eyes*) (Hanet: No, love, later, and not Kaiba) (Kaiba: yes, not Kaiba! *sticks tongue out*), but rather a gigantic bowl of chicken soup. �Whaa�� started Kaiba. He was cut off by his own thoughts.

           I must be mad� why is there a bowl of chicken soup here? And why is Bakura dancing without his shirt on? Why is Anzu shrieking at Yami? What? Did I miss something?

           Unfortunately, Kaiba never did find out where that giant bowl of soup came from. And he didn�t really want to know why Bakura�s shirt was in the hands of the screaming fangirls that were his classmates, or why he was dancing atop the teacher�s desk. Nor did he really care why Anzu was trying to tear Yami apart, though he thought passively how cool it would be if Yami ripped her open with those ancient Egyptian power thingers and her blood decorated the classroom�

           Ah, the mind of a sophisticated computer genius.

Brain numbed yet? On to Chapter Two...

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