"Stupid alarm clock. Stupid school. Stupid lady. Stupid tour. Stupid- where the hell am I!?"
Heba was not a happy camper.
That was clear enough when students where jumping out of the way to avoid him. He didn't give much thought to it though. He was to busy hating life.
"Yugi! Be my map and show me the way!"
No answer.
"Yugi, can you read the map?"
No answer. No footsteps.
Well, shit.
"That's it! Fuck my life! Death come take me now!"
Heba was not a happy camper.
But that was not clear to a certain sandy blond, crazy-haired, lavender-eyed Egyptian.
"You okay, pharaoh? You seem stressed."
Heba decided he didn't like the smirk on his face. He decided to make an executive decision to shut him up.
"Ow!" A barely audible groan was heard. Heba decided that this mission was a success. He then turned on his heal to find his wandering brother. He hoped he was okay. He had the map after all.
"What the hell was that for!?" Cartoon tears were pricking at his eyes. "You didn't have to hit me! Oh my god, I might get a bruise!"
And he's back. So much for making him shut up.
"Hold on! Back this fucking bus up. You're not my pharaoh! Imposter! Imposter! Faker! Fake-
Is that plaid? I love plaid! Oh my god, you're my new best friend!"
Heba stoped, his interest peaked.
"You like plaid?" He asked cautiously. The male nodded so much, Heba thought he was a bobble head. "Yep! It's like, the best thing since sliced bread!"
Heba blinked. Maybe this bipolar, crazy, psychotic, odd plaid-loving person was a lot like he was.
"What's your name?"
" I'm Marik."
"Hmmm, I'm Heba. Say, could you possibly show me around?"
"Sure!"
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I See The Fire In Your Eyes
רומנטיקהYugi and his brother, Heba, are going to a new school with a secret that nobody except them knew about. As they meet new people, they stumble across their uncanny look alikes. It seems like all is right in the world. The flowers continue to grow, an...
