Buzz! Buzzz!

The alarm of the white-haired boy chimed cheerfully in the room as Ryou snuggled under the blankets. He groaned softly and buried his face into his pillow.

"5 more minutes, mom.." Ryou murmured under his breath, about to go back to his slumber but teared up as soon as he realized what he had said. He sat up on his bed with watery eyes. Across the room, the picture of him, his little sister, his mom, and his dad was perched perfectly on top of his drawer. Shaking his head, the 14-year old pushed away the blankets to go get ready for his first day of high school.

'It's been almost 2 years since the accident,' he thought while brushing his teeth. Once he got dressed in his regular blue-white striped shirt and blue jeans, he grabbed his backpack and headed to the front door.

"I'm off!" Ryou called out to no one as he locked the door behind him. The school wasn't that far from where he lives so he took out his Ipod, listening to rock music during his small trip. A glimpse of something white from across the street caught his attention. Curiously, Ryou turned around to his side. Time seemed to have stopped as he stared at a male with spiky white hair, a blue and white striped shirt, black jeans and a black trench coat. His piercing eyes were the color of mahogany, almost like the color of dried blood.

'Woah... he looks kind of like me'

He kept staring at the stranger, noticing that he had a black backpack on. Remembering where he was going , Ryou followed at the other male's pace, hoping he caught a glimpse of Ryou too. With no success, they both crossed the street ahead and climbed the small steps of the school. Ryou stopped and read "Domino High School" in big letters.

"Are you going in or not, fish?"

Surprised by a strong British accent, the short boy let out a small yelp and looked at the intruder of his thoughts. The man snorted in annoyance.

"Well?"

"F-First of all! My name is Ryou, not fish!"

"You look like a lost fishy to me"

"I'm not lost but thanks for worrying."

"Do you honestly think I give a crap whether you're lost or not?" the spiky male grinned in amusement. "I only asked that question because you look stupid just standing there, looking at the sign like you have never seen one before."

"For your information, I was merely trying to figure out what font the letters are in."

"...Nerd."

Ryou huffed at the rude teenager, trying to muster up his best glare... obviously failing.

"Oh I'm so scared of by the way you're looking at me. Well suit yourself I'm off," he retorted while plugging his earbuds on.

"Wait!" Ryou grabbed him by his trench coat before he could walk away, earning a snarl from the guy.

"What?"

"What's your name?"

"Why should I tell my name to a stalker?"

"I'm not a stalker!"

"Oh really? Then explain why you were staring at me while making your way here."

Ryou's coffee-colored eyes widened in surprise, not knowing how to respond.

"Plus why you were blushing."

'I-I wasn't!" the younger Brit implied, feeling his face heat up for some odd reason that he couldn't explain. 'Was I?'

"Right and I'm totally not Bakura Touzoku also known as "The Thief King".

Bakura laughed at how the color drained from Ryou's face before walking into the crowded hallway, disappearing from his sight.