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Disclaimer: I don't own anything only the plot so don't sue! Although one day it would be nice to own Yugioh! Then they'd all be GAY! But alas it is only in my dreams that will never come true. But damn if I want to own them.
Yuugi: So do we Neko-chan.
Bakura: No we don't! She's a menace to society!
Ryou: And you aren't?
Bakura: glare Stay out of it, hikari. I'm not a menace I'm just psychotic...
Yami: ...sweatdrop um... on with the show?
You will find a dead goldfish in your morning orange juice.
Monday, May 19th started as any other spring day would in Domino city, hot, sunny and cloudless, with the occasional breeze coming from the beach. During the time span of 7:30 and 8:15 students could be seen trudging along the sidewalks, talking to friends or trying to wake up properly. After weekends no one likes Monday's. Especially a short boy with spiky tri-colored hair and large round amethyst eyes. This young sophomore by the name of Yuugi Mutou hated every day of the stinking week. He had no friends at all (besides the minor acquaintance of Ryou Bakura) and he was the perfect target for bullies because of his very small height. And the short teen often wondered why he was put on this earth. He had no special talent, and he was insignificant to anyone who had enough pity to spare him a small glance. The only thing that Yuugi was known for was for crying at any given moment, or when ever he did something wrong, and that was another main reason why bullies picked on him. He was lucky his head wasn't flushed down toilets every other day, as was custom by the school bully, Ushio. But then, there was always that possibility.
Yuugi dragged his feet unwilling toward the direction of Domino High School. He attention divided into thirds. One half on where he was walking, one half into his surroundings, and one half on alert for any sign of Ushio, or any other push-over for that matter.
"Fuck off, Malik!"
Yuugi's sensitive ears head this rude comment and immediately knew that the four worst troublemakers in the history of Domino High school were behind him. Shit.
Yami Moto rolled his ruby-red eyes, running his hand through his spiky tri-colored hair as a small gust of wind ran through the scorching streets of Domino City, momentarily cooling them off.
"Shut the hell up you baka, pussy-licker." Retorted Bakura angrily.
What the fuck are they arguing about now? Thought the junior was his two psychotic friends began a very vulgar, verbal fight.
"Hey Yami, isn't that Yuugi Mutou?" Pointed out his other friend, Marik, suddenly, ignoring the antics of the two others.
Marik Ishtar was Yami's best friend since kindergarten. He had bleach-blonde hair, tan skin, and stunning light violet eyes, with interesting markings under them. He almost looked like Malik, who was his brother, except he had hair that stuck up wore than Yami's.
"And why should I care?"
"I'm not saying you are, I'm just saying the midget looks like you."
Yami looked at the short boy walking only a bit away. Marik had a point. Yuugi did have a resemblance to him, especially in the hair. And he was rather cute. Like a virgin angel
"Kawaii." He said simply, and unconsciously.
Marik stared, incredulously at his best friend.
"Kawaii?" He raised a blonde eyebrow.
Yami blushed light pink. "Nani?" He asked defensively.
Marik smirked, his light violet eyes glimmering with malice and cunning.
"You like the little runt, don't you?" The Egyptian blonde questioned in a teasing fashion.
Yami glared. "What's it to you?"
"I'm willing to make you a bet, Kisama."
"I bet you fifty bucks that you won't be able to bed him in two weeks time."
Yami gave another glance at the small boy who had quickened his pace considerable and was almost running, as if trying to put as much distance between him and Yami's group as he could. And for the oddest reason a pang of hurt stabbed at Yami's heart. He glared at the pavement. He would hate for the chibi tenshi to loose the thing that made him the most innocent. But then if he stole it, he wouldn't really mind. He considered Marik's offer for a brief second before agreeing recklessly.
"Alright, baka kisama, you're on!"
Marik's smirk grew wider. "I knew you would. You never back down from a challenge, and that, my friend, will be your down-fall."
Yami just shrugged as they proceeded to walk to school.
The school building loomed closer as Yuugi walking hurriedly towards it. He was afraid that Yami's group of friends would hurt him just for their own cruel amusement. More that once he felt Yami's ruby gaze looking at him. He just knew it was Yami! Even if the poor boy was terrified half to death by him, he still had a major crush on the tall, hot troublemaker.
Yuugi decided to sprint the rest of the way to school. Though he didn't look like it, years of running and hiding from bullies, Yuugi had the adaptation of speed. The short boy stopped as he opened the door to the main building and stepped inside quickly with out a backward glance so as not to draw attention to himself, since most that attention would most probably be unwanted.
Yami looked as Yuugi ran to building at a pretty fast pace. The boy could try out for track if he wanted. His attention switched for a moment to Malik and Bakura who were now touching each other in 'forbidden' places. I'm amazed at these two. I swear they are unpredictable. One minute they want to kill each other and then next they want to fuck.
"Hey cocksuckers, can you save it until I've left." Said Marik glaring at the odd boys.
Malik glared in return and suddenly moaned. Bakura was stroking his length with his forefinger. Yami rolled his eyes for the second time that morning. Obviously today wasn't going well for him. Perhaps his first period (history) would bore him enough to make him sleep. What the fuck. I don't care if I fail.
They walked into the building, looking around, hoping to bother someone to entertain themselves, or Marik and Yami at least. They spiky tri-colored haired boy spotted his look alike in a hidden corner, his large amethyst orbs traveling from left to right rapidly, his nose submerged in a book. A very thing one mind you. That boy reads too much. I wonder how often he gets out. Wondered Yami.
Yuugi read happily. Though this was the fourth time he read Harry Potter and the order of the Phoenix it never stopped amusing the youth. A little past chapter fourteen he felt a pair of eyes staring at him intently, making Yuugi feel rather nervous and apprehensive. He began to try and read again while Yami stared at him, obviously planning his inevitable demise, or some cruel joke. Yuugi's eyes filled with tears again. He could take it anymore! Why must life be so unfair? He slammed the book shut. The sound of it closing was drowned by the incessant chatter of his fellow classmates that had begun to spill into the halls. Yuugi's eyes clouded over with salty tears, fogging his vision slightly. Perhaps he could go to the library and think. It was always empty and he got along with the feeble, senile librarian. But just as this idea was planted into his head he was devoured by and enormous shadow that belong to none other than Ushio. Ushio was wide, muscle, ugly, and had and over-all bad temper.
"Well, if it isn't Mutou, the cry baby." He sneered, taking a step forward to the tiny cornered figure that was Yuugi.
Yuugi whimpered in fear.
"G-go aw-away." Yuugi chocked out, shaking like a newborn kitten in the snow.
Yuugi read happily. Though this was the fourth time he read Harry Potter and the order of the Phoenix it never stopped amusing the youth. A little past chapter fourteen he felt a pair of eyes staring at him intently, making Yuugi feel rather nervous and apprehensive. He began to try and read again while Yami stared at him, obviously planning his inevitable demise, or some cruel joke. Yuugi's eyes filled with tears again. He could take it anymore! Why must life be so unfair? He slammed the book shut. The sound of it closing was drowned by the incessant chatter of his fellow classmates that had begun to spill into the halls. Yuugi's eyes clouded over with salty tears, fogging his vision slightly. Perhaps he could go to the library and think. It was always empty and he got along with the feeble, senile librarian. But just as this idea was planted into his head he was devoured by and enormous shadow that belong to none other than Ushio. Ushio was wide, muscley, ugly, and had and over-all bad temper.
"Well, if it isn't Mutou, the cry baby." He sneered, taking a step forward to the tiny cornered figure that was Yuugi.
Yuugi whimpered in fear.
"G-go aw-away." Yuugi chocked out, shaking like a newborn kitten in the snow.
"Why should I? You've been avoiding me, and it hurt, so now I get to hurt you!"
Oh Kami, if you're there, HELP ME! Prayed Yuugi as he felt himself being lifted off the ground. His thick book falling off his lap, making him lose the page he was on, but that was the least of his worries as he took a particularly painful blow to the stomach that knocked the wind out of him.
Yami was suddenly infuriated at Ushio for hurting his tenshi. My Tenshi? But he shook his head and began to walk at a quick pace towards Ushio and poor Yuugi who was getting the stuffing beat out of him. He looked to be in bad shape. He had a cut on his lip, a bloody nose, his eye had yet to develop a bruise, and his stomach hurt like fucking hell. Marik stared after his best friend, a smirk playing at his thin lips as Yami stopped beside Ushio. If this didn't work he would surly wind the fifty-dollar bet.
Yami tapped Ushio's shoulder, who immediately dropped a sobbing Yuugi to the floor, emitting a small thud.
"You shouldn't pick on people less fortunate than you." Stated Yami in a clam wise voice.
"So? You do it all the time." Retorted Ushio.
"I have my reasons to do so. You, on the other hand, do it out of amusement."
And without a word of warning Yami punched Ushio's jaw. A mild cracking sound of bone against bone was heard, and each punch the ruby eye teen threw was stronger than the last. Yuugi was cowering in his corner Malik and Bakura stopped groping each other and Marik waited impatiently.
Yami stopped punching Ushio when he fell to the ground, twitching slightly. Yami stepped over him and over to where Yuugi was shivering, looking fearfully at Yami, preparing for the worst, Crystal tears forming at the brim of his large amethyst eyes. The sight was too cute for it's own good. But Yami stopped himself from smiling. Yuugi to probably wouldn't take it too kindly if Yami were to smile at Yuugi pain. So instead the taller teen extended his hand, holding it out patiently for Yuugi to grab it, a kind, heartwarming smile on his lips. Yuugi looked from the hand to Yami's face trying to make up his mind.
"I don't bite." Yami chuckled kindly and Yuugi took the older teens hand, which was slightly smaller than his.
So many thoughts rushed through Yuugi's head as Yami helped him off the ground with evident ease. Oh my God! Is this some kind of trick? Is this a sick joke? Why is Yami helping me? Yuugi stood by his look-alike's side, his amethyst eyes staring at the dirty floor, blushing like a ripe strawberry, trying to make himself invisible. Yami, though, was still looking at him, his eyes showing obvious amusement. And because he couldn't take his eyes off the shorter boy he noticed Yuugi's attempts at becoming as small as he possible could.
"Are you okay?" Yami questioned.
Yuugi jumped slightly at being addressed so suddenly.
"Y-yeah!" Yuugi squeaked, still immensely interested in the white floor tiles.
"Are you sure?"
Yuugi nodded. But in truth his body felt like hell, especially his stomach. He unconsciously bent over slightly and clutched his stomach, his angelic features taking on a pained expression.
"No you're not."
And with that Yami put him arm around Yuugi's narrow shoulders and lead him in the direction of the nurses' office just as the homeroom bell rung across the wide campus. Yuugi was shivering slightly from fear and tense excitement. All of his wishes were coming true in one day! No! This is too good to be true.
Yuugi pushed himself out of his Yami's embraces, looking up at the puzzled expression on the taller teen's face.
"What is it chibi ich." Questioned Yami, tilting his head slightly.
"Nothing." Responded Yuugi timidly, blushing, and inwardly smiling at his cute new nickname. "Arigatou for helping me, but I can go from here."
And the short boy fan off in the direction of the nurses' office, dodging people as they came, leaving a bewildered Yami behind.
Damn it, damn it, damn it! Thought Yami as Yuugi disappeared in the crowed of stampeding students. He just knew he had been too open with his look-alike, but his desire was too strong and Yuugi's small delicate frame just begged for protection. Why did I have to agree on that Ra damned bet? Baka Marik.
The ruby eyed teen walked back to his locker where Marik was standing with a satisfied smirk on his face.
"I take it he ran off?"
Yami nodded bitterly.
Marik laughed. "I'm so going to win that bet."
Yami growled and stomped of to his history class, leaving Marik behind without a word. He really wasn't in the mood to hear a feeble lady rant on about Japanese history, but at least that was one class where he could sit and listen to his thoughts. Although most of them were about Yuugi.
"So because of that we-"
Yami blocked out the deadly boring voice by focusing more intently on his thoughts. Yuugi, why did you run off? Well I don't blame him for being scared, considering the fact of how he's treated. Ra, I just wish I could be with him, take him, mind, body, and soul, gain his trust-
Then Yami's mind fell out of the wonderings of why Yuugi ran off and into the gutter where it so often resided. Hmm, I wonder what Yuugi's would look like covered in strawberry syrup. And then me licking it off, having him scream my name out in ecstasy! He felt an uncomfortably cramped feeling in his pants as the though of Yuugi withering and whimpering, crying out Yami's name like a prayer from an angel beneath him crossed his mind. Yami shook his head. The last thing he needed was to release in class, and as tempting as it sounded he couldn't masturbate him class full of people either. He could excuse himself to go to the bathroom, but he was already earning a failing grade. But touching his cock and moaning out Yuugi's name... Ra that would be embarrassing.
After leaving the nurses office, Yuugi walked slowly to class. He wasn't in as much pain anymore, but he had seen better days. Yet during the time in which he had left Yami and walked to class, Yuugi kept asking him self the same question: Why did Yami help me?
The tri-colored haired youth walked past Yami's first period class, catching a brief glimpse of him. He seems to be thinking about something. I wonder what. Yuugi kept walking trying to keep the thoughts chasing each other around his head straight. Thinking of Yami usually lead to Yuugi's mind falling in the gutter. But battle of will with himself were never him strong points. So instead he seated himself near a random locker and began to think. First came a picture of Yami, Yami towering over him, his mouth slightly open, panting hard, his long slim legs straddling his small hips, his ruby eyes now a deep crimson color, clouded over by heavy lust, passion, and desire. His slim, but well-toned body drenched with sweat as he pounded Yuugi into the soft white mattress below. Yuugi gave a small whimper, his pants feeling much tighter than they were supposed to. Ah fuck. Damn this all to hell! Yuugi got up and practically ran to the empty boys' bathroom. The minute boy locking himself in stall and unzipped his pants, this wouldn't be the first time he masturbated because of Yami, though his grandpa didn't know. No one knew. Yuugi leaned against the cool black marble of the stall door and pulled his pants down to his knees. He ran a finger up and down his hardened length, which wasn't as small as people would think. Then Yuugi began to pump, slowly, at first, with feather-light touches. Then harder. A semi-loud moan escaped Yuugi's full pink lips. In his imaginative mind it wasn't his hand doing this, it was Yami's. After a few more minutes Yuugi screamed out Yami's name and came all over his hand. Well it was worth it. The amethyst eyed youth pulled his pants back up and went over to the sink and washed his hands, hoping to at least get his scent off his hands. And as the white liquid came off his hands he wondered what Yami's come would taste like. Bad Yuugi, do you want to masturbate AGAIN! Yuugi screamed at himself. That wouldn't be too bad. Countered another voice. No. Not right now.
There were about ten minutes left of class and Yuugi didn't want to be in the halls when everyone came rampaging out. Because of his small stature he was in risk of being trampled.
So he trudged back in the direction he cam in and stepped into his English classroom. No one acknowledged he was there. In their eyes a midget like him was worth no attention.
"So the noun-"
I wonder what Yami's doing. Yuugi's normally pale face turned slightly pink at the memory of what he did earlier in the bathroom. But then to before he went to the nurse and asked himself his now frequent question: Why was his willing to help me out? I'm insignificant.
"-It goes before-"
Something's up and I won't let myself get tricked! Yuugi's eyes wandered to the roof as he rested his head on the palms of his small hands.
"Mr. Mutou are you even listening to me?" The teacher scolded.
Yuugi jumped, falling out of his chair in the process and getting laughed at by everyone in the class, except the teacher, who glared at the students in return.
"Detention, Mr. Mutou." She snapped.
Yuugi's large amethyst widened considerably, giving him a very innocent aura as he stared in disbelief at his teacher, but soon the overly-large amethyst orbs were flooded by salty crystal-like tears. He had never, ever had detention in his life! The whole thing was absurd. Besides, getting detention by spacing out for a while, when she caught people passing notes and didn't do anything to them, was totally unjust!
The minute teen miserably crawled back onto his chair, his face burning with embarrassment and humiliation.
Yuugi waited for the bell to ring. His still-tear-flooded eyes occasionally wandering to the clock and it's slowly revolving pink second hand, which seemed to take ages for it to hit twelve seven times. Yuugi still felt humiliated and his throat was hurting form holding back his crying, but the tears still came down like rivers down his still-pink tinted cheeks. The sight was too cute, yet depressing. And FINALLY the bell rung. Yuugi dashed out at an incredible speed he didn't' know he was capable off after hurriedly copying down his giant amount of homework. He still had some unshed tears that threatened to fall. He rubbed his eyes and began to walk in the direction of the stairs, which lead to the library, where he could be left to his own misery in peace.
Yami drug his feel reluctantly. His next class was math. He despised it above everything in all existence. He wished that Yuugi could be in all of his classes. He would be a very nice distraction. And speaking of Yuugi, what was he? Yami stood on his tip-toes and tried to look above everyone's heads, but to no avail did he spot Yuugi's somewhat unique spiky-tri-colored hair.
"Searching for your midget?" Came a very familiar, very annoying voice Yami did not want to hear. Nor did he want to face the owner of that voice.
"Fuck off, Marik."
Marik's face was suddenly adorned by a mischievous smirk.
"It seems I've a nerve." He laughed.
Yami glared at and still had his back to his best friend, his ruby eyes still searching, perhaps he went upstairs.
Marik continued to smirk. "If you don't get to class the teacher will give you detention. I daresay you've already got more than enough to keep you here all night!" He put an emphasis on 'all night.'
"Fuck off, kisama."
Marik gave a small pout and said in a mock hurt voice. "Oh that really hurt Yami."
Yami stalked off without saying anything else. He stomped up the stairs. Stupid Marik. I'm still asking why I agreed to the mother fucking bet! I could've gotten Yuugi all on my own, but that kisama wouldn't have let me live it down. He went on like this until he reached the top of the stairs to the equally-crowded second floor of the main school building. He caught a glimpse of blond, red-violet, and black as he stepped onto the landing.
Yuugi opened the door to the library and stepped in, his face bowed so Yami couldn't see his angels face. He followed his miniature obsession. He found Yuugi in a dark secluded corner, the thick blood his saw earlier with the blue cover, covering his face so only his pointy hair stood out. Yami gracefully dodged tables and chairs and walked up to Yuugi. He heard soft sniffing noises coming from behind the book.
"Yuugi?" He asked in an almost silent whisper. He didn't want to interrupt the silence of the library and draw attention to themselves.
Yuugi jumped, dropped the book and stared at Yami with horror-filled eyes. His face was red and blotchy, his amethyst eyes were all red and puffy and his cheeks were stained pink. Yami instantly felt a surge of possessiveness and a will to protect Yuugi flow through him. He swore to Ra that who ever hurt his flawless little Yuugi-tenshi would get their ass kicked by him personally from here to the burning sun.
Yuugi turned away. He had no desire to even look at Yami right now. He had enough to deal with. (In his opinion, detention was a big deal.)
"It's nothing." Mumbled Yuugi bringing his knees up to his chest and burring his face in them. His was small, so his tiny, fragile form fit perfectly in the chair.
"Yes there is something wrong or wouldn't be crying." Yami said in the same soothing voice.
Yuugi didn't answer at first, the whispered. "I got detention.
Yami almost laughed. That was it? Oh Ra! But instead of laughing Yami smiled.
"So? I did too! I've got three from yesterday that I haven't served and one from the old hag I call a history teacher!"
Yuugi looked horrified. Yami still continued to smile. "It's nothing new." He said, waving his hand dismissively. "What teacher is it from?"
Yami nodded his head. "I got detention from her too. Honestly trying to stop Marik from controlling her mind with the senen rod-"
Yuugi looked up with curious eyes, all shyness forgotten, he cut Yami off in mid-sentence, "He has a senen item too!" Then the shyness came back. "Gomennasi." He mumbled.
Yami once again shook his hand dismissively and opened his mouth to say something, but a loud ringing cut him off.
"SHIT!" Yami cursed. "I gotta run Yuugi. I've go another detention for being late three times!" And with that he ran of leaving Yuugi to pack up and run after him, or at least to the door then ran full-pelt to his next class, which conveniently happened to be next to Yami's!
Damn. The ruby-eyed teen though as the teacher went on and on about nonexistent exponents. Honestly what was the point of learning number that you can't even see? Monday's are not my days. I hope this madness clears up by tomorrow.
Neko: Longer? I hope so. The next few chapters are going to be just as long. What do you think?
Yami: Glomps Yuugi Can you make his any more adorable!
Yuugi: blush Yami, you're heavy
Bakura: glare Add more of me, it's what the people want!
Neko: raises eyebrow Whatever, the people want more YuugixYami shonen-ai, right? Correct me if I'm wrong.
Yuugi: kisses Yami Don't worry Neko he's just bitter at the world for screwing him over.
Neko: cracks up Okay. So umm..onegai, I know you've reviewed before, but I want to start over. New years resolution thing.