[YGO Fic] Chibi For A Day - Part Twenty Eight
※ Part Twenty Eight: Why?
※ Warnings - None - just remember that this is the unrevised version.
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
“Marik, stay there and eat please.” Joey said to the chibi for the eleventh time. Marik kept moving about in his spot on the bench across from Joey and Kaiba. Malik sat quietly beside him while Tea sat beside the small boy, she refused to sit next to Marik.
Marik sighed and climbed back up to his seat and the chemistry books he had been given to sit on. He had kept trying to slip to the floor only because he wanted to sit in Joey’s lap. The boy sat down and silently pouted.
“How did your last class go?” Tea wondered, ignoring the closeness between Joey and Kaiba. Joey might as well have been sitting in Kaiba’s lap.
“It was fun!” Mokuba spoke up from beside his brother. “We got to play games cause the teacher didn’t want to start anything.” He smiled.
“That class is always like that.” Kaiba mumbled and Joey grinned.
The blonde glanced up and noticed Yugi, Yami, Ryou and Yami Bakura who was sitting atop Yami’s shoulders. “Hey guys!” He waved the group over. “How was your morning after the fire alarm?” He chuckled, “Tea already told us about cooking class.”
Yugi snorted quietly, “I truly doubt you heard the true story.” He muttered as Yami sat down. “Yami, Ryou and I are going to get lunch, we’ll be back.” He said and then the two boys left the table.
Marik slipped to the floor again and quietly moved to the other side of the table before anyone could stop him. He quietly scrambled up onto the bench and he crawled into Joey’s lap. “Marik!” Joey growled, then looked down into the pleading lavender eyes. Sighing Joey hugged the boy, “Okay, you can sit with me. Is this what you’ve been fussing about?” He asked.
Marik nodded and then cuddled into Joey’s chest. The young boy was tired after his long morning and they still had the afternoon to go. The boy closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep. Joey looked down and smiled. Who would have thought that the normally insane yami would be such a sweet child?
The group at the table ate silently until Yugi and Ryou came back with Tristan. Tristan sat down on the other side of Tea while Ryou sat between Malik and Yami (who was still holding Yami Bakura) Yugi sat down on the other side of Yami, both of the lights were carrying two plates of food. Yami handed the chibi to Ryou as Yugi handed him his plate.
“Where’s your dad Tristan?” Joey asked as he gently rubbed Marik’s back.
“Talking to Tea’s mom. My morning was so boring.” Tristan sighed, “After the fire alarm it was back to the usual. How were your mornings?” He wondered, looking around the table.
Everyone blinked at him.
Joey thought of the note Seto had given him and then looked down at Marik who was sleeping peacefully now.
Seto shifted his attention to the fact that Joey’s leg was pressed firmly against his.
Mokuba tried not to smile at his brother and Joey.
Yugi thought about cooking class and how pissed off he was at Tea.
Yami thought about the picture Yami Bakura had drawn for him.
Ryou thought about getting detention, but knew it had been worth making sure that Yami Bakura was kept safe.
Tea thought about how much embarrassment Yami had caused to her all because of a stupid little brat that nobody really liked anyway. Well, nobody but Ryou, but it was his other half after all. (And inside Tea’s demented mind, Yami was in love with her.)
Tristan blinked at the silence. “Well?” He asked.
“Normal.” They all concluded together and then went back to eating.
***
To say that Joey Wheeler had a headache was an understatement. To say he had two headaches would have been more accurate. And the two little headaches were running around the band room wanting to play every instrument, though Marik seemed to like the drums more than anything. As the chibi banged away at the large drum set, Joey tried to strangle his saxophone.
“Mr. Wheeler, perhaps you could control your cousins?” The band instructor glared at him as he tried to sink into his chair.
“Wyou! Wyou! What’s that?” Malik asked as he climbed onto a chair that Ryou sat beside. Yami Bakura sat in said chair quietly as he listened to the band play; at least he had been listening until this disturbance forced them to stop.
“It’s a clarinet Malik.” Ryou sighed softly, hoping that the chibi would stay sitting there so they could get on with the class. They had a concert coming up and hell knew they needed practice.
“A clear a net?” Malik looked confused, “Okay.” He finally shrugged and then pounced on Yami Bakura, causing the chibi to yelp then giggle.
“Give me that you little brat!” A voice caught Ryou’s attention as he looked to the back of the room where Duke Devlin was standing over Marik who looked about ready to burst into tears.
“Toy!” Marik whimpered as he pointed to the drum mallet in Duke’s hand. “Me pway! Make moosic!”
“You make noise, not music.” Devlin growled as he held the drum mallet above Marik’s head.
Marik sniffed once, and everyone, including Malik was staring at him in anticipation. Had Yami Malik ever cried before? Before a tear could slip from the lavender pools, Ryou got up and went over to Marik and picked him up. “You people are pathetic!” He spat as he grabbed the mallet away from Duke and hit him in the head with it. “He’s just a baby!” He growled as he threw the stick back at the master of Dungeon Dice Monsters who was too busy rubbing his head to catch it.
With that Ryou took Marik over to Joey and gently handed the chibi to the blonde. Joey saw the menacing glare he was receiving from the hikari as well. “Take care of your cousin Joseph.” Ryou muttered between clenched teeth as he went back over to his seat. He picked up his clarinet again and waited until the teacher came out of his shock.
“O-okay class, let’s start again.” He said and raised his stick.
“What’s that fo’ mista?” Malik asked.
“It’s so I can conduct my students.” The band instructor replied.
“Why?”
“So they know when to come in and get louder or softer, or to stop all together.”
“Why?”
“So the piece of music we’re playing sounds good.”
“Why?”
“Because the audience likes to hear soothing music, not just a bunch of noise.”
“Why?” Malik wondered.
“Because - hey, stop asking questions!” The band teacher glared down at Malik who was silent. Happy now, the band instructor raised his wand again. Just before he brought it down on the first beat though, he was stopped.
“Why?”
※ Warnings - None - just remember that this is the unrevised version.
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
“Marik, stay there and eat please.” Joey said to the chibi for the eleventh time. Marik kept moving about in his spot on the bench across from Joey and Kaiba. Malik sat quietly beside him while Tea sat beside the small boy, she refused to sit next to Marik.
Marik sighed and climbed back up to his seat and the chemistry books he had been given to sit on. He had kept trying to slip to the floor only because he wanted to sit in Joey’s lap. The boy sat down and silently pouted.
“How did your last class go?” Tea wondered, ignoring the closeness between Joey and Kaiba. Joey might as well have been sitting in Kaiba’s lap.
“It was fun!” Mokuba spoke up from beside his brother. “We got to play games cause the teacher didn’t want to start anything.” He smiled.
“That class is always like that.” Kaiba mumbled and Joey grinned.
The blonde glanced up and noticed Yugi, Yami, Ryou and Yami Bakura who was sitting atop Yami’s shoulders. “Hey guys!” He waved the group over. “How was your morning after the fire alarm?” He chuckled, “Tea already told us about cooking class.”
Yugi snorted quietly, “I truly doubt you heard the true story.” He muttered as Yami sat down. “Yami, Ryou and I are going to get lunch, we’ll be back.” He said and then the two boys left the table.
Marik slipped to the floor again and quietly moved to the other side of the table before anyone could stop him. He quietly scrambled up onto the bench and he crawled into Joey’s lap. “Marik!” Joey growled, then looked down into the pleading lavender eyes. Sighing Joey hugged the boy, “Okay, you can sit with me. Is this what you’ve been fussing about?” He asked.
Marik nodded and then cuddled into Joey’s chest. The young boy was tired after his long morning and they still had the afternoon to go. The boy closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep. Joey looked down and smiled. Who would have thought that the normally insane yami would be such a sweet child?
The group at the table ate silently until Yugi and Ryou came back with Tristan. Tristan sat down on the other side of Tea while Ryou sat between Malik and Yami (who was still holding Yami Bakura) Yugi sat down on the other side of Yami, both of the lights were carrying two plates of food. Yami handed the chibi to Ryou as Yugi handed him his plate.
“Where’s your dad Tristan?” Joey asked as he gently rubbed Marik’s back.
“Talking to Tea’s mom. My morning was so boring.” Tristan sighed, “After the fire alarm it was back to the usual. How were your mornings?” He wondered, looking around the table.
Everyone blinked at him.
Joey thought of the note Seto had given him and then looked down at Marik who was sleeping peacefully now.
Seto shifted his attention to the fact that Joey’s leg was pressed firmly against his.
Mokuba tried not to smile at his brother and Joey.
Yugi thought about cooking class and how pissed off he was at Tea.
Yami thought about the picture Yami Bakura had drawn for him.
Ryou thought about getting detention, but knew it had been worth making sure that Yami Bakura was kept safe.
Tea thought about how much embarrassment Yami had caused to her all because of a stupid little brat that nobody really liked anyway. Well, nobody but Ryou, but it was his other half after all. (And inside Tea’s demented mind, Yami was in love with her.)
Tristan blinked at the silence. “Well?” He asked.
“Normal.” They all concluded together and then went back to eating.
***
To say that Joey Wheeler had a headache was an understatement. To say he had two headaches would have been more accurate. And the two little headaches were running around the band room wanting to play every instrument, though Marik seemed to like the drums more than anything. As the chibi banged away at the large drum set, Joey tried to strangle his saxophone.
“Mr. Wheeler, perhaps you could control your cousins?” The band instructor glared at him as he tried to sink into his chair.
“Wyou! Wyou! What’s that?” Malik asked as he climbed onto a chair that Ryou sat beside. Yami Bakura sat in said chair quietly as he listened to the band play; at least he had been listening until this disturbance forced them to stop.
“It’s a clarinet Malik.” Ryou sighed softly, hoping that the chibi would stay sitting there so they could get on with the class. They had a concert coming up and hell knew they needed practice.
“A clear a net?” Malik looked confused, “Okay.” He finally shrugged and then pounced on Yami Bakura, causing the chibi to yelp then giggle.
“Give me that you little brat!” A voice caught Ryou’s attention as he looked to the back of the room where Duke Devlin was standing over Marik who looked about ready to burst into tears.
“Toy!” Marik whimpered as he pointed to the drum mallet in Duke’s hand. “Me pway! Make moosic!”
“You make noise, not music.” Devlin growled as he held the drum mallet above Marik’s head.
Marik sniffed once, and everyone, including Malik was staring at him in anticipation. Had Yami Malik ever cried before? Before a tear could slip from the lavender pools, Ryou got up and went over to Marik and picked him up. “You people are pathetic!” He spat as he grabbed the mallet away from Duke and hit him in the head with it. “He’s just a baby!” He growled as he threw the stick back at the master of Dungeon Dice Monsters who was too busy rubbing his head to catch it.
With that Ryou took Marik over to Joey and gently handed the chibi to the blonde. Joey saw the menacing glare he was receiving from the hikari as well. “Take care of your cousin Joseph.” Ryou muttered between clenched teeth as he went back over to his seat. He picked up his clarinet again and waited until the teacher came out of his shock.
“O-okay class, let’s start again.” He said and raised his stick.
“What’s that fo’ mista?” Malik asked.
“It’s so I can conduct my students.” The band instructor replied.
“Why?”
“So they know when to come in and get louder or softer, or to stop all together.”
“Why?”
“So the piece of music we’re playing sounds good.”
“Why?”
“Because the audience likes to hear soothing music, not just a bunch of noise.”
“Why?” Malik wondered.
“Because - hey, stop asking questions!” The band teacher glared down at Malik who was silent. Happy now, the band instructor raised his wand again. Just before he brought it down on the first beat though, he was stopped.
“Why?”