Teratos High: Demon Hunters

And here is the latest Teratos offering for your enjoyment! Sorry about the slow-ish update. This chapter is entirely new, and has no basis on the original story, so between that and the holidays ZB took an extra day on it to make sure it was right. We hope you enjoy!

On with the Story!

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Yami yawned widely as he was pulled out of his sleep by an insistent tapping at his door. Annoying. Why was someone bothering him before he had to get up for school? It wasn’t like he had the opportunity to sleep in that often. Yami certainly wasn’t intending on breaking his well cultivated pattern of procrastinating on getting up. He enjoyed the warmth of his bed far too much to do the ‘early thing’ in the mornings.

“Come in,” He slurred crankily, all while keeping his face mashed into his pillow. He was far too warm and comfortable to actually get up from his bed. Whatever the person wanted could wait until he had woken up to a nice cup of something hot and preferably heavily caffeinated. Until then, they could just kiss his tan ass and wait for him to wake up.

The door creaked open and Yami growled irritably when a rush of cool air brushed over his bare chest. He shuddered and reached down blindly to hitch the blanket up higher to hide more of his skin. He just wanted Isis or Shadi to tell him to get ready or whatever it was they wanted so he could happily ignore them and get back to sleeping.

“I take it you’re not a morning person?” A soft voice purred from the doorway.

Wait a second.

That wasn’t Isis or Shadi...

...That was...

“Yugi!” Yami shot awake with a yelp and sat up straight. Then realizing he was completely bare-chested and mostly nude – clad only in his boxers, the human let out an undignified noise before snatching the blanket around him in an attempt to cover himself. That only caused the incubus to let out a soft chuckle of amusement.

“Do you mind telling me what the hell you’re doing in my room?” He demanded, trying to fight back the blush the other’s presence provoked, “I was kind of busy sleeping.”

“I noticed,” Yugi twirled the ring his car keys were on around his index finger, eyeing Yami with undisguised amusement, “You missed your bus this morning. Shadi asked if I could give you a ride to school since I was running a bit late myself this morning and they were on their way out the door.”

“Oh,” Yami said lamely, frowning as he listened intently to the sounds of the house. “Where are they now?”

“Work,” Yugi’s smile took on a distinct sultry edge and he slowly closed the door behind him, “We’re alone in the house by ourselves Yami.”

A shot of shock coursed through the human at the tone Yugi’s voice took, his heart jumping to his throat.

“What of it?” Yami cautiously ventured, keeping his gaze on the incubus.

The click of the lock falling into place echoed in the nearly silent room and the incubi’s hand slipped off the knob. Yami followed his clansmen’s movements with caution, trying to ignore how his breath caught with anticipation when Yugi looked his way with lust darkened eyes. There was no denying the tension which suddenly mounted when Yugi’s soft lips curved into a teasing smile.

With a sway of his hips that was entirely sensual, Yugi prowled over towards the stunned Yami and extended a pale hand to tenderly caress his cheek.

The incubus leaned forward close enough Yami could see himself reflected in Yugi’s large, enticing eyes. A hitch of breath and Yami felt the temperature of the room shoot up five degrees. Suddenly Yami felt very, very naked sitting on his bed clad only in his boxers and wrapped in a blanket.

“Why don’t we take advantage of this opportunity?” Yugi suggested with a sultry purr and his hand drifted across a tan cheek, his fingers winding back and tangling in Yami’s thick hair, “Who knows the next time it’ll be presented to us so...” His eyes flicked down to Yami’s body, the blanket slipping off the human’s shoulders, “...gift-wrapped.”

Yami’s eyes slid halfway closed as he felt Yugi’s warm breath ghost over his face. His lips tingled and itched with the desire to shorten the distance between him and the incubus. Yami’s hand found itself sliding around Yugi’s waist, almost eager to pull the other in close and taste those tempting lips. They hovered a mere inch away from Yami’s.

“Wait,” Yami breathed, feeling trapped in the incubi’s hypnotic gaze, “I-... we-... I mean that is, I can’t.”

A smirking Yugi slipped his hips over Yami’s so he was seated on the human’s lap, pulling their chests against one another. Yami became hyper aware of Yugi’s black shirt brushing erotically across his bare skin, in just the most fleeting of touches. He forcibly strangled a whine that was just begging to be heard.

Yugi’s eyes gleamed darkly and Yami suppressed a mental groan.

Right. Demonic hearing.

Damn Yami’s selective memory! That was going to get him in trouble one of these days.

More trouble than he was already in at least.

“You don’t seem to be putting up much of a fight,” Yugi purred as he gently nuzzled the crook of Yami’s neck. His lips curled and he lightly peppered a path of distracting kisses along the curve of the human’s throat until Yami was left twitching with frustrated desire.

“Don’t resist me,” Yugi continued silkily, pulling the blanket away from Yami’s body so he could slide his hands along the exposed skin, “I might be a demon, but I can show you a heaven the likes you’ve never seen before...” He dipped his head near Yami’s ear, his fangs brushing against the soft lobe.

Yami found himself nodding his consent before his brain could catch up and couldn’t suppress a groan when Yugi gently pushed him flat on his back. The feel of those fangs brushing so close to Yami’s throat sent thrills of fear and arousal sparking through his veins.

It reminded Yami just how very real and dangerous this incubus was. The demons of lore were no longer just legends to him. Somehow Yami couldn’t summon enough willpower to care. Oh lord, he even found himself liking that thrill of danger and those sharp canines that teased across his skin. God Yami was about six different kinds of screwed up, wasn’t he?

Those clever, talented hands were roaming across his body and chest, dusting kisses and gentle bites in all of Yami’s most sensitive areas. It elicited easy gasps of pleasure from the human, all of which had him writhing underneath Yugi in seconds. Ruby eyes flashed up at the incubus, trying to summon enough inner strength to challenge the demon.

But dear Lord it felt so nice just to sit still and take the incubi’s advances.

“You’re going to have to work a lot harder than that if you want me to submit,” Yami growled breathlessly, even as he bit back a moan as Yugi’s hands drifted past his navel. The human attempted to sit up to gain enough leverage so he could wiggle free from those devilish hands but he was merely pushed back down. An amused chuckle came from the demon.

Yami was vaguely aware of Yugi’s hands pausing, cool fingers brushing slowly to a halt on flushed skin. Amethyst eyes were glowing with a soft violet hue and he inched forward, his lips brushing tenderly across Yami’s jawbone, “Such a fighter aren’t you...?”

His hands resumed their southbound journey, electing a groan of surprise from Yami as talented fingers found purchase. A smirk curled up on cherubic lips, a delicate fang peeked out from Yugi’s mouth.

“No matter. Fight all you want my Darkness,” Yugi purred and he began to stroke the human’s already stiffening member to hardness. Yami let out a soft cry, his hips arching off the bed to grind into Yugi’s hand, “You’ll be mine soon enough.”

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There was a sharp knock at the door that had Yami freezing in the tangle of sheets. He stared at the door, wondering who could possibly have a death wish for interrupting.

“Yami!” Yugi snarled from the opposite side, “It’s time to wake your lazy ass up! We’re late for school!”

Yami frowned in sheer confusion, feeling a pull at his subconscious. Wait, what? His eyes narrowed on the incubus on top of him that was seemingly oblivious to the knocking. The steady rapping was slowly increasing in volume until Yami simply couldn’t ignore it.

The image of Yugi faded and wavered, as the fantasy began to shatter.

It was a dream?

All too soon, Yami was ripped from Yugi’s warm hands and his eyes snapped open. The force from which he was pulled from his dream was almost enough to make him tumble headfirst out of his bed.

“What the fuck...?” He panted harshly and twisted his body, only to find his legs trapped in his tangled heap of blankets. Yami flushed darkly as he spotted the problem his dream caused rising between his legs.

“Yami!” Yugi called again, this time sounding slightly worried. He gave another anxious knock, “Are you waking up?”

Yami jolted at the sound of Yugi on the opposite side of the door, a flush darkening his features even further as he realized who he had been dreaming about. Oh lord! Yami had been having a wet dream about Yugi. The incubus of all people! He bit his bottom lip and panicked.

“Uh, yeah!” He called out, “I’m up. Give me a second, I need a shower!”

Bad.

What the hell was Yugi doing here anyway? His thoughts spiraled back to his dream as he leapt out of his bed and practically sprinted into the adjoining bathroom. He shed himself of his boxers and turned on the shower, not caring enough to wait for the temperature to adjust. He would need a cold one anyway.

Yugi couldn’t be here to-...?

No, no way!

He could hear Yugi making an impatient noise on the other side of the door and Yami was relieved to hear the incubus walking away.

Was relief often accompanied by crushing disappointment...?

The human groaned as he remembered the reason for the incubi being in his house so early in the morning. Bakura had mentioned that the clan would be taking him to school this morning. Something about initiating him or some demon nonsense Yami didn’t really understand.

Ugh, damn his overactive imagination!

Yami shook his head and shuddered as the cold water hit his flushed skin, drawing a soft pant from his lips. His erection gave an aching throb between his legs, reminding the teenager of its distracting presence. Yami’s ‘problem’ wasn’t going away any time soon. He would have to take care of it himself...

Yami’s grasped himself, groaning at the feel of delicious sparks dancing across from his touch. He gave his shaft a drag, electing another low moan. He pressed his shoulders against the damp tiles, his ruby eyes sliding shut.

Almost immediately, his overdriven sex drive conjured up an image of Yugi. Yami gasped softly and his back arched into his hand, imagining Yugi being the one to touch him like this. Pleasure raced through Yami’s veins as the images became more elaborate. The teenager flushed darkly, another soft groan pulling from his throat.

‘Perhaps...’ Yami’s lust fogged mind reasoned, ‘Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to indulge in the rest of the fantasy. Just this one time...’

After all, what could it hurt?

--::--

Yugi fidgeted as he waited for Yami to emerge from his room. The rest of the clan was waiting in the kitchen for him to fetch the human. It had been agreed the previous night that they would go pick Yami up as a group and drive over to school together. Granted they would have to take two cars, but they hadn’t seemed to care much about that detail.

Bakura claimed that it was best if Yami re-entered the school with the whole clan to prove to the rest of the school that Yami was one of them. It was as much a chance for displaying their dominance and securing Yami’s safety than anything else. To mess with one member of the clan was to mess with the rest of them. If one member was hurt the rest of the clan would quickly follow, declaring the slight like a declaration of war and treating it as such.

So now they were all crowded in the house and wondering just what was taking Yami so long to get up and get ready. They were already late enough for school as it was, not that they truly cared. Attendance was optional for the most part... Just so long as you could get away with it.

Most in the clan could.

In the end, the short attention spans of Bakura and Mariku came into play. The chimera leapt to his feet and began to pace furiously, his irritation making his send glares in the direction of Yami’s room.

Yugi had been certain that Bakura was glaring hard enough at the door, it began to smoke.

Eventually, having grown tired of Bakura toying with the very flammable wood, a sly Seto had suggested that Yugi be the one to fetch their missing clansman. The rest of the clan had immediately jumped on the chance much to Yugi’s morbid embarrassment. Joey began to make love bird eyes at Yugi, something which nearly tempted the normally pacifistic incubus into violence.

Grudgingly, Yugi got up and stormed out of the kitchen towards Yami’s room to drag the perpetually cranky bastard out of his cozy den.

Stupid clan, making Yugi into the bad guy.

Stupid Seto for coming up with the idea.

Stupid Yugi for agreeing to it.

Yugi was currently tempted to thump his head against the closest cement wall. Yami was currently... indisposed.

It was just the incubi’s luck too.

He had felt the hard spike of aroused energy from within the human’s room. Yugi would have had to been a fool to miss something that obvious. Especially considering what type of demon he was, Yugi would have technically had to have been blind, deaf, and lame to miss the strong energy coming from Yami.

Dear Lord that boy had some sexually suppressed hormones.

There was absolutely no doubt in Yugi’s mind that the human was a virgin. He could feel the untamed energy leaking out from underneath Yami’s door. The energy was untouched by another, pure in its texture and feel. Judging from the sound of Yami’s shuffling sheets; the human had been having one hell of a wet dream before Yugi interrupted. He mentally winced for interrupting.

That restless, virgin energy was so potent and it had nowhere to escape. It was far too tempting for Yugi to simply ignore. He opened his senses to take a small taste of that energy. Yugi figured it would be fine since any energy he absorbed outside of sex would only be watered down. He could gain no benefit from simply taking it in.

Yugi’s breath caught in his throat and he stumbled away from Yami’s door, his eyes flying open wide and wings tensing.

It had nearly been his undoing.

Yami’s energy was unbelievable. It called to each of Yugi’s senses, causing his mouth to moisten with venom. Lord. Yami was an invitation to sin!

The incubus had never tasted something quite as delicious as Yami’s thrumming energy in his twenty-plus years of demonic life. Yugi’s mouth watered and he resisted the urge to take another taste. He knew if he did, he would lose all control. His hunger would spiral out of control and he’d rush into Yami’s room to seduce the poor human into submission.

Yugi couldn’t do that to Yami.

But oh, how his instincts howled at him to.

He wanted desperately to take that human. Pull him close and sully that pure energy personally. Taking that fierce human for himself and never letting him go would be forever enthralling. His heart thumped in his chest.

It would be so easy too... A dark smirk curled at the corners of Yugi’s lips, his hand reaching towards the door.

Just a small bite and Yami was his to take...

Yugi tore himself away with a growl of frustration and moved away from the door, resisting the urge to tear out his hair from the roots.

‘What’s wrong with me?’ Yugi mentally snarled at himself, ‘One taste of this mortal’s watered down backwash and I go crazy?’

The hormones in his body were raging with his lust for the mortal. His instincts snarled and cried out desperately for the human, demanding that Yugi take him.

The incubus was tempted to listen to his raging instincts.

No, he couldn’t trust himself around Yami right now. With one last longing look at Yami’s closed door, he stormed out of the room back into the kitchen. Yugi strode past his surprised clansmen, snagging a confused Bakura and Mariku around the collars before dragging them both outside.

Joey looked over at Seto with confusion once the three demons faded from sight.

“Where d’you suppose they’re going?” He quirked a curious eyebrow at his mate, running a hand through corn silk hair.

Seto frowned in confusion as his cousin went ahead and purposefully dragged Bakura and Mariku out of the house.

“I believe Yugi is going to feed,” Seto said softly. But why, and for what reason had spurred Yugi into dragging those two idiots out? As far as Seto could recall, Bakura and Mariku usually had to go out of their way to get Yugi to feed...

...But Yugi had gone out of his way to grab them.

That was new.

After all Yugi had recently fed, he shouldn’t be growing hungry for at least another two weeks. Especially not with the energy Bakura had given the small incubus. The Chimera was a boundless source of sexual energy even on the laziest of days, something which came from the clan leader’s connection with the beasts inside of him. Joey was the same way.

Seto frowned slightly and leaned on his hands. What could have driven Yugi into feeding so early?

An interesting development, Seto noted with keen awareness. His eyes flickered back towards the direction of Yami’s room where he could hear the shower running.

Perhaps it had something to do with their new human.

Strange.

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When Yami finally came into the kitchen he was rubbing a towel through his wet hair, relaxed and pleasantly calm. His eyes travelled over to the group gathered, frowning curiously as he spotted only Joey and Seto present. Hadn’t he heard Yugi earlier?

“Where are the others? I thought I heard Yugi,” Yami asked the two other demons cautiously. He truthfully didn’t know either Joey or Seto very well. He had only met them once before, the time he had freaked out in the hospital room excluded – not that he could remember that well anyway. He was far more comfortable with the two psychos and Yugi.

In hindsight, perhaps he was safer with these two after all.

“Ah, Yugi’s out with Bakura and Mariku fee– ” Joey trailed off with a yelp as Seto apparently stomped his foot into the werewolves’ toes. “Ow! Shit Seto, what the hell did you do that for?” Joey demanded, snarling angrily.

“My foot slipped,” Seto said, completely deadpanned. Cold blue eyes shot Joey a warning look, silencing the growling werewolf.

“What my dear mutt meant to say,” Seto continued, ignoring Joey’s shout of ‘You tight-assed prick,’ “Yugi is out with Bakura and Mariku, as he’s not feeling well at the moment.”

“Oh,” Yami looked at the two demons and shrugged, trying to shake off the feeling that he had just missed something. He wondered if Yugi really wasn’t feeling well. A small fist of concern squeezed in his diaphragm before Yami shook it off.

He looked over at the two demons blankly for a moment before he shrugged and turned around to make himself something to eat. Perhaps these guys were content just to sit around, but the physical needs of Yami’s body could not go ignored.

And the first need his body required was caffeine, a request Yami was more than happy to comply with.

As the human fixed himself a cup of hot chocolate which was nothing more than caffeine in disguise – an unusually quiet Yugi walked back in, followed by Bakura and Mariku.

Seto immediately noticed how both Yami and Yugi turned away at precisely the same time upon spotting one another. Both their faces were red and neither seemed to notice the other’s discomfort.

Interesting.

He and Joey shared an intrigued look, as his mate had caught the exchange too. Seto looked up to meet Bakura’s gaze, quirking a brown eyebrow at the chimera’s wicked smirk.

Ah, so apparently the chimera had worked out what was happening between the human and his cousin too.

Seto hummed and leaned back in his chair, eyeing Yami carefully. He would be interested to see where this took his cousin. It had been far too long since Yugi had a steady partner, and Seto had always felt somewhat guilty for putting Yugi in his current position. Being an incubus meant plenty of people wanted you for your body, but not many were willing to look into his poor cousin’s soul.

It has also made things worse when Seto mated with Joey. The two had fallen in love, soul mates to the very core. It was a rarity beyond belief, but it had happened, leaving Yugi alone as the third wheel. Luckily things had gotten better for the incubus once they merged in with Bakura’s clan, which at the time consisted of a blood-thirsty and completely insane Mariku who was still in the process of recovering from his human life, a worried Isis, Shadi, and his brother Mahaado.

They formed a sort of dysfunctional family. All of them with their own screwed up past and history. Their paths all paved with blood, the road to demonic hell. Shadi and Mahaado were a mystery in their own right.

While Seto knew most of the histories of everyone in the clan, he knew practically nothing about Shadi or Mahaado. The latter never stayed in one realm for long, and Shadi was tight-lipped about his past.

It made Seto suspect that perhaps the path to becoming an angel was just as difficult as the one it took to become a demon. There was every chance it could possibly be even harder.

Regardless of the reason, Yugi wasn’t alone anymore.

Seto’s eyes travelled over to Yami who had finally summoned up enough courage to look over at Yugi. The human was asking his cousin if he was okay, trying to act as if he really didn’t care either way. It didn’t fool Seto one bit.

The death reaper smirked slightly and looked over at his mate. He reached out underneath the table to wave his fingers against Joey’s. The werewolf turned to look at him with a broad smile that touched the icy Seto’s heart.

He truly hoped Yugi could one day find warmth and happiness a mate brought.

--::--

Yami climbed out of Yugi’s car, ignoring how Bakura and Mariku jabbered on beside him about nothing in particular. The focus of his attention instead was the looming shape of Teratos. The sight was just as impressive a second time and it forced Yami to realize once again that this was reality.

“I’m never going to get used to this,” Yami sighed. Bakura thumped him on the back as he passed, propelling a surprised Yami forward. Mariku flashed the human a wicked smirk.

“Don’t try to make sense of anything here,” The vampire advised.

“Or what? Will I go as bat-shit crazy as you?” Yami challenged with a small grin.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Mariku is his own special kind of crazy. You’ll have to hang out with us for a long time before you become noticeably insane – by Mariku standards of course. And by that time you’ll probably be dead since you humans have short life spans,” Bakura added flippantly as an afterthought.

Yami snorted under his breath but chose not to reply. Somehow he doubted that statement was entirely accurate. This particular clan seemed to have all the makings of what most would generally call a crazy epidemic.

Yami just hoped he didn’t catch whatever insanity they had.

They could give the crazies at Arkham a run for their money.

They wriggled their way through the crowd. Yami, noticing how a path seemed to open up around Bakura and Mariku, instinctively stuck close enough to them so he could slip through easily. They had already missed their first two classes of the day thanks to their loitering, so the human was surprised to see so many people out in the parking lot.

However, Seto had explained to Yami that Teratos was more like a finishing school despite its misleading name. Students took whatever courses they needed to get by in the human world. Whether those classes involved math, strength control, combat classes, or appearance manipulation, Teratos offered everything.

So in many ways it was like a college. Leave when you want, just so long as you get the grade you needed at the end of the semester you’re gold.

Yami looked around at the imps and demons milling around and couldn’t help but notice something strange.

Strange for demons at least.

Curious.

The demons seemed to cringe out of his clansmen’s way. The eyes of demons followed them jealously, but an unspoken command kept their numbers at bay. However, hard and angry eyes fell on Yami as he passed.

“Guys?” Yami caught up and grabbed onto the strap to Bakura’s backpack to gain the Chimera’s attention.

The Chimera looked back questioningly.

“Is there some reason everyone is parting like the Red Sea whenever you guys walk by?” Yami demanded, shooting a scowl at the demons staring at him as if he was nothing more than a mildly-entertaining three-star meal. To most of the onlookers that was probably the case.

“Oh, noticed that did you?” Bakura shrugged carelessly, “They’re afraid of us because of the strength of our clan.”

Yami gave him a blank look and the Chimera rubbed his temples as he fought for patience. He reminded himself that this human was nothing more than an oblivious human cub that had no idea how their world worked.

“As a general rule, demons rarely ever get close enough to anyone they’d consider a ‘friend.’ Demons have a nasty habit of killing one another just for the hell of it,” Bakura shrugged, “Clans are formed when those close bonds form. Because of our natures, it’s hard as hell for an outsider to join a clan.”

Bakura looked thoughtful, “In fact we haven’t had a new member in nearly twenty years, and that was only when my clan merged with Yugi’s.”

Yami’s jaw dropped and his head spun for more reasons than he could voice at once.

Just how old were these people?

And why were they still in school?

More importantly, there was a question that pulled itself to the forefront of Yami’s mind as it was seemingly the most important.

“You said earlier that I’m a part of the clan,” Yami said slowly, “Is that true?”

Bakura nodded.

Yami felt like pulling out his hair out of sheer frustration, “Then how does that make any sense?” He demanded.

“You barely know me and you accept me into the clan so easily?” Yami gave the two demons wary looks, “I thought you said it was almost impossibly to join a clan.”

Yami was beginning to grow suspicious that the term ‘clan’ was synonymous for the word ‘gang.’ It sort of felt that way to Yami.

What the hell had he gotten involved with?

Bakura smirked wickedly at Yami, “For whatever reason you felt the need to save this brain-dead fool after he nearly killed you.”

He reached up and yanked on Mariku’s ear, eliciting a satisfying yelp from the vampire, “You were more than within your rights just to let him die.”

Yami spluttered wordlessly and opened his mouth to retort, but Bakura cut him off, obviously not having finished what he needed to say.

“The key point here was that you were yourself,” Bakura said gruffly, “You didn’t want to join our clan for its power or protection. Hell, you probably didn’t even give a damn about it.”

Yami’s heart squeezed with an emotion he rarely felt around those outside the orphanage. Happiness, as simple as that.

He could do nothing to stop the disbelief that wormed its way through his system. They accepted Yami because of who he was? Not who they wanted him to be?

Did that mean they actually liked Yami, surly attitude and all?

He smiled slightly.

However his smile was wiped off his face completely when a gigantic lizard stomped on one of his sneakers, brushing past the human as if he hadn’t seen him there. It destroyed the orphan’s happy bubble completely. Yami swore violently and hopped up and down on one foot just as they entered the school.

“Watch where you’re going Godzilla!” Yami snarled angrily before Yugi snagged his shirt from behind and dragged him away from the growling lizard who had turned around to see who its squishable target was.

“Let’s try not to intentionally piss off the locals,” Yugi said reasonably as he continued to effortlessly drag the protesting human through the hallways of Teratos. He waved goodbye to the others as he and Joey broke off from the rest of the group to walk towards history.

The incubi’s instincts had thankfully calmed down once he had fed again. Unfortunately it meant he had to deal with a teasing Bakura and Mariku over the suddenness of his ‘request’ – which was putting it lightly considering Yugi had all but dragged the two out of the house for privacy. Yugi had been forced to explain his momentary lapse of character to the two demons. They had simply pounced on Yugi the instant the incubus finished explaining his problem with twin smirks shining clearly on their faces.

Yugi pushed the thoughts aside as they walked into their classroom and took their seats. He took a place on Yami’s right, while Joey took the human’s left. Both demons chose to ignore their new clansman’s expression of surprise, each silently smirking as the human took to sulking in between them.

Dr. Vulmer floated to the front of the classroom and turned to nod over at the classroom.

“I’m glad you all could join me today,” He looked pointedly over at Yami as he said this. The human shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The ghost smiled and began class, pointing over at the board.

“Now if you’ll be so kind as to turn to page 32 in our books, we will begin.”

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Alright that’s all she wrote! For this chapter at least! Again, apologies for the slow update. Holiday season and all. But we hope you enjoyed!

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