Hello This is my third fic, so hopefully it will be better than the last couple that I have wrote. Please enjoy and respond.

Chapter 1

The silence was grueling as it pressed on the ears of the young teen seated outside her new classroom. She could hear the teacher in the room drowning on about something, but the words were so incoherent that they melted into the silence and surrounded her like everything else. Today would be the longest of her life, and she could tell just by the pain in her head.

"Artemis, the class is ready to meet you." The teacher said. Artemis looked up at her. Slowly she stood up and walked to the door. The class fell silent as she entered. Looking out at the many faces that glared at her Arty felt her heart beat faster. The room was filled with unfamiliar faces, and the sudden rush of being in a new school sent a wave of nausea through her body that she kept at bay in her stomach. The teacher put what was suppose to be a reassuring hand on her shoulder, but the touch only made her tense.

"Everyone, please welcome our foreign exchange student, Artemis to class." The teacher said. The class mumbled a practiced hello that Arty took at face value. She began to feel the stares of the men in the room, and silently cursed the uniforms that the schools made her wear. She hated skirts with a passion. The Teacher found her a seat, and then returned to explaining the lesson plan. Artemis let her sky blue eyes wonder out to the gym class playing outside. A stray strand of blood red hair slid into her line of vision, and she brushed it aside. When the lunch bell finally rang three hours later, the pit in her stomach had been replaced by a growling hunger.

In the cafeteria Artemis was lost. Japan had always had strange clicks, and spending nine years in America wasn't helping her distinguish them any better. When she finally found an empty table, she had already been hit on by like, five guys, each looking like the type that only wanted to get laid and run. She was just biting into her sandwich when a group of friends sat down across from her. Three boys and a girl each laid down their trays and greeted Arty warmly.
"Hello!" A boy with spiky yellow bangs and purple spikes behind them, said.

"Yo!" A blonde and brunette chimed together.

"Hi!" The only girl said. Arty didn't respond at first, her mouth full of food. When she had finally swallowed she forced a smile/

"Hello there. Sorry if I took your table." Artemis said, getting ready to pack up.

"You didn't take our table." The one blonde said, a strong Brooklyn accent rolling off his tongue.

"Yeah." The other blonde agreed. "We heard you were new here and wanted to introduce ourselves. My name is Yugi." The boy extended a hand. Arty took it strongly. The brunette and blonde were the next to speak.

"I'm Joey, and this here is Tristan." The blonde said. The boys attacked their plates, the formalities now aside. Arty almost laughed at the comic way the boys ate. The girl was the last to speak.

"I am Tea." She said. "You'll have to excuse these two; food is one of the few things they take seriously." Arty smiled.

"I can see that. My name is Artemis. Everyone calls me Arty. What class are you guys in?" Tea was the first to answer.

"We are in class c." She said. Yugi nodded. "You speak good Japanese, Arty. Where are you from?" Arty sighed.

"Well my father was from Greece, and my mother was from Japan. They were living here until they died when I was seven, and then I was adopted and I moved to America, but lately my stepfather has been complaining about American schools, so he sent me here to Japan." All four friends stopped and gawked at the girl.

"Your parents are dead?!" Joey marveled. Arty laughed nervously, and Tea elbowed the blonde in the ribs. "Hey!" Joey yelled. "I mean it's better than having divorced parents who hate each other, and having to support your drunken ass father." The look Joey had when he spat out the word father gave Arty a clue that Joey disliked the man. She quickly tried to change the subject.

"So where is the best place to hang out after school? I haven't been in Japan in so long…" Joey perked up at this.

"That's an easy question! The arcade is the best place to hang when you don't want to do home work!" Joey said triumphantly. Arty giggled softly at the boy's ability to be so energetic.

"Figures coming from a slacker like you Wheeler." A silky voice said behind the blonde, making him shiver and then go red.

"Kaiba you jerk!" Joey yelled, rounding on a brunet boy, about seventeen with cerulean blue eyes and a strong posture. Arty could immediately tell the boy came from wealth, but something about him felt oddly familiar. Kaiba smirked at the boys come back.

"Please tell me you geeks haven't recruited another deadbeat to chant your friendship bull in my face, Cause frankly I don't want to hear it." Arty stood up from the table and looked the boy right in the eyes.

"If you don't want to hear it then don't listen, and don't talk to them, but it's rude to insult people's ways of thinking, and rude people top my list of kids that need an ass whooping. If you want to laugh at someone, go look in the mirror, because the face I'm staring at sure is hilariously stupid." The brunet backed away a step at Arty's comment hen smirked again.

"At least one of you guys has some balls now." Kaiba said, before walking away. Arty sat down in a huff. Joey was more excited than ever.

"That was unbelievable! I've never seen anyone stand up to rich boy like that in my life! You were amazing!" Arty laughed.

"That's the best that will come out of me all week." She said with a bright smile. Yugi looked at her admiringly. Suddenly the lunch bell rang, and everyone had to go back to class.

When the day bell finally let everyone out of school, Arty felt as if she had lost more brain cells than she had gained. The councilor had thought it a great idea to hold her back year and make her retake sophomore year, so Arty was now hearing the same jargon she already knew in another language. She had just reached the door when Tea caught up with her.

"Hey Arty! Yugi is going to duel Kaiba at his company's amusement park, and Yugi wanted to know if you would come along and support him." Arty thought about it for a minute.

"When is he going to duel?" She asked. Tea smiled.

"In an hour." Arty nodded. "Want to come with me to my house. I need to pick something up and get out of this God damn skirt." Tea laughed and nodded. They walked the first two blocks in silence, and then Artemis asked how good a player at duel monsters Yugi and Kaiba were. This got Tea in a long speech about how Yugi had bested Kaiba and become the king of games so to speak. Arty listened attentively, and almost walked by her own house.

"Here we are." Artemis said. Tea was shocked at the size of the place. Artemis lived in the rich part of town for sure.

"You're kind of like Kaiba. He was adopted when he was a kid by a millionaire, and ended up taking over his step fathers company." Arty laughed at the idea that she had something in common with the boy she had just chewed out at lunch. As she gathered her I-pod and changed into jeans and a t-shirt, she asked Tea if Kaiba was the boy's first name.

"No Kaiba does not like anyone to call him by his first name, so that's what we all call him. I think his name is Seto? His little brother Mokuba knows…." Tea trailed off as Arty suddenly stopped moving.

"Mokuba and Seto. I-I … I know I know that name. But where have I heard it before?" Artemis tried to rack her brain for the answer, and distant memories fought to gain her attention, but were quickly swallowed by the other thoughts bouncing in her head.