Here is chapter one of my very first Yugioh fanfic! I really don't expect it to be anything special, but I am having loads of fun with this idea and I really hope to write plenty of chapters for it. Note that I have not finished watching the full Yugioh series, but I am on season 3 and completely addicted! I didn't plan on writing this story until I finished the series, but I was worried I would never get around to posting this. Again, I am sorry if it sucks but I am writing it for fun! I hope you find my cheesy jokes semi-funny :p Also, Yami is in the physical world and goes to school with Yugi and the rest. I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE FOR THE STORY OR YUGIOH :)
Seto Kaiba had never officially completed his education. Due to the overwhelming number of hours and dedication it took to run Kaiba Corp, the young CEO had been forced to take time off from running his company and it had also been demanded of him that he returned to school to obtain his high school diploma. This is why he had been required to sit in a tenth - grade classroom, at the embarrassing age of eighteen. Yugi and the rest of the dork squad were in their final year of high school, and it was humiliating for Seto to walk through the double doors every morning, knowing he was two years behind a certain Joey Wheeler.
Sure, people might have given him glances of awe and wonder, but the fact still remained that he was at least three years older than these students. Also, it was getting rather difficult for him to fit in the desks. "Seto?" The classroom teacher called. "Could you please bring the attendance down this morning. I – know you don't like to be bothered…" she stammered, "but everyone gets a chance to bring it down, and you're next on the list." She said with a smile and handed him the binder. She was a sweet lady, so he wouldn't give her hell. With a sigh, he stood up from his seat, retrieved the binder and headed out the door.
After Seto placed the binder on the principal's desk he confirmed which teacher the morning attendance was from, wished her a good day and began to proceed back to class. He could see Yugi and Yami from the corner of his eyes, but decided not to pay any attention to them today. He did not need any more hell than he was already in and engaging with any members from Geek Patrol was not on his to – do – list.
Alas, that was asking too much. Poor Seto heard a third member of the group babbling about something unintelligible, added with a very annoying "Nyah!" 'Ignore it, Kaiba. Ignore. Ignore." The brunette kept walking past and hoped that the day would be over as soon as he thought. "Hey, moneybags! Too good to say hello to us, hu?" Wheeler called. Seto's veins began to pulse in his temples. "I don't have time today, Wheeler." Seto sighed, probably for the twelfth time that morning. It was only eight o clock, a new record even for him.
"I just want to get back to class, and I don't want any trouble, even from the three of you. Leave me alone, pretend I never existed and I will do the same for you. Do we have an understanding?" Yugi looked concerned and almost hurt while Yami put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Was it something we did?" Yugi asked. Yami shook his head. "Kaiba is probably dealing with a lot. It is probably best if we just leave him alone for now. If anything, he is probably more upset with Joey." He said with a whisper. Yugi's eyes widened. "Oh, that makes more sense."
"It's no wonder none of us considered you a friend. Sure, you tagged along on our adventures, but you were never one of us." Seto chuckled. "If you hate me so much, why on earth do you waste your time with your pitiful attempts to squabble with me? I know I've called you a dog and even a monkey in the past. However, you're so irritating to everyone's ears, you're more like a bird. A chicken who does nothing but cluck." Seto began to walk away and waved his hand for dismissal.
Yugi shook his head. "Joey, Kaiba hasn't done anything to us. Why do you bother him?" It was too late. Joey Wheeler was already steaming with hot rage. He punched the nearest locker next to him. "And you just beat up Tristan's locker…" The tri-colored teen added. "Not now, Yug." Joey replied and took off straight for Kaiba. Seto could hear Joey's footsteps coming from a mile away. He turned around and his trench coat swooped in an elegant fashion. With a quick punch, Seto decked Wheeler right in his face. The blonde teen was sent flying backwards. Again, hitting Tristan's poor, unsuspecting locker.
Joey's nose was bleeding pretty badly, but he refused to stay down. Joey quickly got back up on his feet and pinned Seto against the lockers. The brunette wasn't about to let Wheeler get the best of him, and delivered another hard punch to the other's face. "Is that all you can fucking do?!" Joey shouted. Now that Joey was distracted, Seto took the opportunity to shove his opponent to the ground. Joey laid on the ground and was already in a lot of pain, but Seto didn't care. He began to kick his rival in the ribs.
There was no coming back from Seto. He was blacking out and nothing could be done to snap him out of this state. "You're a…god damn dirty fighter! You kick when people are down, a-and all you fucking do is punch and kick! You don't know h-how to fight!" The blood was now getting into Joey's mouth, but he tried his best to spit out the horrible metallic taste. He was now coughing so hard and Yugi was beginning to panick. Thankfully, Seto's teacher was walking down the same hallway, she was very curious as to why her student hadn't returned to class yet.
"SETO KAIBA!" She hollered. It wouldn't be a surprise if the entire school didn't hear her. Some students did hear the commotion and hurried outside to watch the scene. People rarely called Seto by his first name, and this brought him back to reality pretty quickly. "You, did you see all of this?" She snapped, quickly pointing a finger to Yugi and Yami. Yugi blushed hard, yes, he did see the entire fight. The problem was, Joey Wheeler was his best friend in the entire world, but he could not lie to an authority figure. His stomach turned one hundred times, and he threw up.