Hello everyone! This is my first love story Yu-Gi-Oh fan fic. I know there are tons of them, mostly yaoi (which I WON'T be doing), but I wanted to do one that is done right. Seriously, I run into too many love stories that are done so pathetically, I can't even believe it has the title "love story." I also want to show how I do my own genderbending stories. Anyways, enjoy this story and please review me and tell me what you think. I want this story to be good for you guys. Review please!

The rain poured, making my hair, jacket, and pants soaked to the brim. I could feel the cold water on my legs and hands. Water continually dripped from my hair with more raindrops falling on my head and making my hair look like straw. I could hear the sound of mud beneath my shoes. My socks were probably wet as well, not that it mattered.

I wish my dad's problems would leave me alone. Why did I agree to pay my father's debts? They're not my problem! If my dad wants to find himself in jail drunk as a skunk, he should go to jail. It's not like he's going to get any better! Why do I even bother? Why didn't I go with Mom when I was young? Why did I have to believe my dad when he told me he'd die if I left him? He's never going to change.

I held two jobs to support myself and Dad. I left home about two years ago and never regretted it, despite being held back two-three times. I didn't care anymore. I thought moving would get rid of my father for good, but he just kept coming back. His debts continually haunted me. It shouldn't be my problem, but it is. All my father is doing is using me as a scapegoat. I shouldn't even be worrying about him, but I am... I bother!

The anger I hold, I take it out on a few kids at my school that drive me out of my mind or won't leave me alone. One of them is this kid named Yugi Moto. He's okay, I suppose, but his voice is so high-pitched it drives me insane and he's such a wimp. He never plays any sports, but stays inside in the corner and plays games. He asks everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, to play games with him. The worst part of it is I swear he keeps staring at me, not in a creepy kind of way, but in a pity way. I hate that and he still stares at me like that, even when I beat him senselessly. Tristan thinks Yugi's just gay, but I digress.

Speaking of Tristan, my best friend, at least he's someone that feels what I'm feeling. He's been through worst situations than me. His mother was raped by her father and gave birth to him. His older sister is a different story. Ever since their parents died, they've been on their own together with Jouji, Tristan's young nephew, to support. It's the main reason why Tristan hasn't dated any girls yet. He got a few girls laid in different bars, but that's as far as he'll go and he just does it as a hobby, like me.

This is the life I live: living in a small apartment, paying my father's debts, holding down two jobs, steaming off at school against other people I don't care, wasting myself sometimes, and getting a few hookers laid to get rid of my troubles. Still, it's not enough. Nothing is ever enough. I want more.

I looked up at the half moon in the sky through my straw bangs. If only I could be taken from here at this moment. If only I could fly away into the nightly sky, where the moon is, and never turn back. I could only smile at the thought. I knew it was never going to happen, but I wished dear in my heart it could. If I had wings, I could fly out of this dump and lie on the moon, no longer wishing to breathe. I would no longer care or worry.

I began looking to my right and noticing a tree standing there. I walked toward the tree and sat right under it, looking up at the moon. I closed my eyes and began to stop my breath, just to no longer breathe in this world. Everything seemed peaceful for just this one moment. I wanted this to last, even the pain in my lungs seemed refreshing.

Suddenly, a huge bundle fell right on top of me, forcing me to breathe out. I cried out in pain, feeling the whatever the hell it was right on top of me. First, I grunted, then wiped the rain water away from my eyes to see what fell on me. From what I could see, it was a person, probably a middle school kid or something, in a brown-red hoody, a pair of dirty jeans, and tennis shoes. He was soaked to the brim! Why the hell would anyone be stupid enough to be caught dead in the rain with a hoody and a pair of jeans. Wouldn't he get sick? Even if he was poor like me, why didn't he just seek shelter, a bathroom, a gas station to get away from the rain?

I groaned, then flipped the guy over to see his face as I asked, "what's the big idea?" That's when I saw his face, Yugi. Why the hell is he here? Was he spying on me? He better not have been! I crawled to his side and realized he passed out. His face looked as pale as the moon and his breathing seemed short. The first thing I did was feel his forehead. It was burning up like a hot iron skillet! I knew right away Yugi was sick with the flu. I snorted. "You're such a dumbass, Yugi. What the hell were you thinking walking around in the rain with a hoody? Even a cat or dog knows to get away from the rain."

I got up on my feet, sighing, before I began walking off back to my truck. I should be getting back home. At least I had something to keep my head up, a sick Yugi. He's probably going to die tonight.

That's when I stopped, feeling my body turn to stone while my chest began to feel stiff. Why am I reacting like this? Deep inside I knew the answer. I looked back at Yugi's pale body lying on the wet grass while the rain continually poured like a huge shower. Goosebumps began to form as I focused on Yugi's lips, was that a color blue I was seeing? Suddenly, I rushed to Yugi to make sure his lips weren't blue. I sighed in relief when I saw it was just the color of the night playing tricks on me.

My lips scrunched. I couldn't win this game. I flipped Yugi over my shoulder, then whispered, "you owe me big time, Yugi. You better be thanking me after this!"

I ran to my truck, opened the door, then threw Yugi in the front seat before slamming the door shut and turning on the pickup. I drove down the street on my way back to my apartment. I was so mad, mostly because I was forcibly helping the most annoying kid in school get well just because he was being a complete dumbass. Why am I doing this? Is it because this was 'the right thing to do'? Like I ever did anything that was the right thing to do!

Yugi better be thanking me for this! I was going to leave him in the rain to die. Boy, wouldn't that have been a hoot!? I could almost see it right now! Tea would be crying next to his gravestone, that little bitch, who defends the kid like a hawk or mother hen. I heard she moved yesterday, but she'd probably find the money to make it to the funeral. All Yugi's family, if Yugi had one, would be weeping over the little bastard for being a complete idiot. Was he trying to kill himself? If he was, he's dumber than I thought. Then again, I was thinking of dying, so I shouldn't be talking. Whatever! I saved him, so what does it matter now?

I paid attention to the road, making sure I didn't drive too fast in the rain. The windshield wipers wiped out the liquid from the front window of my truck as I drove down the road. Yugi was out like a light, never moving a muscle. He's not even shaking. That kid owes me alot. I could feel the fear of not making it to my house on time before Yugi's sickness grows worse. I'm not taking Yugi to the hospital to pay for his stupid medical bill and I've not no health insurance. If I can take care of him at home, then that's what I'm going to do.

I finally made it to my apartment, parking my truck, then held Yugi over my shoulder and walked on my way to my apartment. I walked up the stairs and to the front door before reaching in my pocket for my keys. I unlocked the door and made my way inside. Yugi was dripping wet, water droplets hitting the floor. First thing is first and the first thing I need to do is get Yugi's wet clothes off of him.

I laid Yugi down on the floor of my bathroom and began stripping off his clothes. I really didn't want to do this, but if he keeps his clothes on, he'll both wet my couch and probably will get more sick. I took off his hoody, throwing it across the floor, then his shoes and socks. They were so wet, a cup of water was inside each shoe. How long was Yugi in the rain for? I sighed, pouring the water out and throwing them across the floor, along with his socks.

The next pair of clothing I took off was Yugi's jeans, which were almost as dripping wet as the hoody. I noticed Yugi's briefs seemed... I don't know. Not a pair I'd be caught dead wearing! Maybe Yugi is gay. I threw the jeans across the floor, then began unbuttoning Yugi's white collared shirt. I sighed, then noticed a piece of clothing underneath... an undershirt? Too tight to be an undershirt. Wait a second! Why the hell is Yugi wearing A BRA? This didn't make sense to me! I began unbuttoning more of the shirt and... the answer hit me. I jumped back, my back hitting the door. Oh my god! OH MY GOD! Yugi has BREASTS!? I am not seeing this! There is just no way I am seeing this! I turned around and began facing the door, opening it and making my way to the hall closet. Yugi's a girl.

Why was Yugi cross-dressing at school? It doesn't make any sense! He... She was wearing a boy's uniform! Isn't it also against school policy to cross-dress? Yugi would get suspended if anyone found out she was a girl wearing a boy's uniform? I know the girl's uniform is more expensive, compared to the boy's uniform, but still... that shouldn't be an excuse. I guess if I were a girl, I'd be having to steal from my dad's hidden money safe in order to even buy the damn girl's uniform. I suppose Yugi couldn't scrounge up money.

Did I ever catch Yugi going into the girl's bathroom? Not really. I did drag her in the boy's bathroom though. Did I ever see her going to the Girl's Locker Room? I never really pay attention, unless I'm being perverted. Did anyone ever refer to Yugi as a 'her'? Nope. Everyone saw Yugi as a boy, not a girl, even the girls. I'm sure at least one of them caught Yugi going to the Girl's Bathroom or the Girl's Locker Room. This didn't make any sense, even if Yugi's hair was short and messy like a boy!

I began looking back at the times I would pin Yugi against the wall, punch her across the face and leave her with a couple of bruises and a black eye... I hit a girl. Cross-dresser or not, I hit a girl! I shook the thought off. Yugi shouldn't even be cross-dressing! She probably pretended to be a guy for some dumbass reason, if she's stupid enough to go out in the rain like that!

I got out a towel and used it to cover Yugi's breasts as I unbuttoned the white collared shirt. I threw the shirt across the floor before carefully stripping off Yugi's sports bra and underwear. I turned my eyes away, so I wouldn't see Yugi's treats before wrapping the sick girl in the towel, then carrying her to my bed. I couldn't put Yugi on the couch! If Tristan came while Yugi was under the covers naked, he'd be getting a shocking porno under there. I'm nursing Yugi to health, not taking pictures for Playboy!

Yugi was under the covers of my bed, only her head showing. I left the room, closing the door, before squeezing out the water from Yugi's clothes in the bathroom, now noticing they were girl clothes, except the hoody. The hoody was for boys and girls. Right now, I didn't care. After rinsing the clothes dry, I stuck them in the drier and turned it on.

I got out blankets and a pillow for myself to sleep on the couch. I watched some TV, then turned that and the lights off before heading to bed. What happened that night was only the beginning.