Ooh, my first Yu-Gi-Oh story. I've been having this massive YGOTAS obsession for a good few months now, and was just bursting to get a fanfic out. ^.^

Although I'm anal about grammar and spelling, and have checked this document over MANY times, there could be mistakes in there. Tell me if you find any! Then we can lament my lack of observation together. (this is a serious matter, so don't go pulling my leg now ;P)

Please feel free to review, or even just make a comment. All feedback is welcome, apart from flaming. I trust you not to do it though, you're all a pretty dandy bunch. If you want, you can also suggest things for later chapters that you might like me to include.

Enjoy! :)

For Jounouchi Katsuya, today was just another start to a day at school. The sky outside was sunny and blue, not a cloud to be seen. The soft grass called out tantalisingly, just begging to be run through barefoot. Of course, Jou was missing out on all this. Instead, he was trapped in a crowded, noisy and slightly smelly classroom. He wished that he could skive off and play card games, but then again his school results last semester hadn't been so good. Maybe he'd save the card games for another day…

Jou's thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of a certain eccentric someone as they entered the room –Mr Seto Kaiba himself. The usual over-the-top trench coat billowed out behind his impossibly long and slender legs. The way that those uniform pants clung to his thighs… it was almost enough to make anyone feel a bit giddy. Shocking blue eyes stared out from underneath a soft fringe of dark brown hair, cold as ice and absolutely lethal should anyone make eye-contact. Jounouchi felt like jumping over the desk and ripping Kaiba's clothes off right then and there. He was so enthralled in undressing him with his eyes, he didn't notice that Kaiba was glaring back at him coldly enough to freeze a volcano.

"What do you think you're looking at, you miscreant? I needn't remind you that anyone who stares at me for too long could be seen as a terrorist plotting my murder. And then my security team is at liberty to dispose of them however they choose."

There was silence for a moment; the air-headed blonde had failed to register the fact that he was being threatened. Instead, he continued to gaze longingly at the shape of the brunet's toned figure underneath his shirt.

"You know, drooling is usually seen as both unintelligent and unattractive. Are you really that dumb that you don't notice a river running down your chin?" Kaiba continued.

Jou gave an indignant 'nyeh?' as he scrambled to find a comeback. "Yeah, well go screw yourself, Kaiba!" He winced as he heard his own words. Wow, that was weak and we both know it…

Kaiba narrowed his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards in what was almost an evil grin. He stood there for a moment, mocking Jou silently with an expression that said 'YOUR FAILING INSULTS ARE NO MATCH FOR MY WIT, FEEBLE HUMAN' before striding coolly away to his own desk.

"Damn it!" muttered Jou. "That bastard…" Mmm, but he's a sexy bastard. Why the hell is it that when I find someone perfectly godlike they hate my guts? Also, how is it that he turns me on so badly and manages to make me feel like killing him at the same time? That wanker.

By the end of the day, Jou's mind was no clearer, and he certainly wasn't calm. Kaiba had managed to piss him off so badly that he lost it about five minutes before home-time, tackling the taller boy to the floor and giving him a decent black eye. Of course, he paid for it dearly when Kaiba retaliated by kicking him in the shins. Hard. It was an hour afterwards that Jou found himself still limping home, rubbing his leg gingerly. There wasn't much further to go now, thankfully. As he wandered past the local bakery, an old woman stuck her head out of the door and called to him.

"Hey! Jounouchi! Have you been getting yourself beaten up again?"

"Jeez, no! You should see what I did to the guy! He ain't gonna come near me for fear of getting a broken nose, now!" Jou smirked. The woman laughed, clutching at her hat.

"Well, alright then. Here, take this home to eat. Maybe it'll make you feel better!" And she threw a paper bag at him, full of Italian bread rolls. Jou was practically drowned by the smell of fresh herbs as he caught the bag.

"Thanks, missus! See you later!"

After only another ten minutes of walking, Jounouchi reached his home. No sooner had he hobbled through the door than his father appeared and started shouting at him, cursing like a sailor and spitting with rage. Jou stood still, letting the verbal abuse wash over him like always, before nodding silently and attempting to brush past to his bedroom. Big mistake. He felt something hitting him hard in the back, and the breath was knocked out of him. A glass bottle smashed against the back of his head, and he cried out as warm blood started to run through his hair. Running painfully down the hall, the weakened teen barricaded himself in his bedroom and shoved a heavy wardrobe against the door, moments before it was battered angrily from the other side. Jou knew that the wardrobe wouldn't budge, so he sat down on his rickety bed, staring at the door. It shook and shuddered solidly for a long time, and Jou was afraid that maybe this time his father would smash the door to pieces…

This thought made him feel sick, so he grabbed his schoolbag and began to stuff things into it; clothes, his spare toothbrush, photographs, and a small pouch containing emergency money. That was really all he had, and for a moment Jou was grateful that there was no debate about which belongings to take and which to leave; his were so few that he could take them all. And then with a building sense of exhilaration, he jumped out of the window and stole away into the night. He didn't know where tomorrow would take him, but one thing was certain: there was no looking back.

Le gasp! Jounouchi runs away from home? What a surprise!

Are you liking the fact that at least one character is into the other right from the word go? I am. For some reason this month has put me in no mood for bullshitting about and saying 'ooh, mortal enemies... but really, they have the ability to become soul-mates in a matter of five minutes'. Someone's got to have a motive for starting things, and I thought it would work better if it was Jou. You know he can't resist those sexy legs. ;)

I've really only got a vague idea of what to put in the next chapter, but stay tuned and by the end of the week you'll have an update. Horray!