No Title For Now
Prologue
Cherry: I'm sorry that I haven't written for so long! I really am! It's just that I'm not supposed to be on the computer at all for a long time. I have to wait until I'm alone in the house to do anything!
Yugi: The readers don't care. As long as you write. Do you realize that there are some writers out there who won't update their stories for years at a time?
Cherry: I know, and I'm becoming one of them!! (cries)
Yami: Aibou, forget it. Little Miss Pity-Party just wants to wallow in her own misery.
Yugi: (hides in the closet)
Cherry: (wallops Yami with a frying pan)
Yami: X.x
Cherry: This story will be cliché, more than likely, but at this point, I just need to write for my sanity. Yugi, dear, will you do the disclaimer?
Yugi: (emerges from closet) Cherry doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh! If she did, it would not be a kids' show, believe me!
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Yami walked casually through down the school hallway, not caring if he was late to class or not. Why would he worry? The teacher for his first class was practically in love with him, just as half the school was, so he never got in trouble with her.
Or anybody else, for that matter.
The junior entered class to the sounds of many sighs and a few cat calls. He hadn't been late for class after all. In fact, the teacher entered after him. He'd been early! Damn! He could've been spending his extra time scouting for a new girlfriend. . . or boyfriend. After his last breakup with a particularly nasty snob named Anzu Masaki, he was willing to try something new. Especially since the bitch wouldn't stop stalking him!
"YAMIKINS!"
Oh, speak of the devil.
Yami very quickly made his way to his desk and tried to become invisible by hiding his face behind a magazine. Now he remembered why he'd come inside. He'd seen her coming, but forgotten along the way to class and thought he was headed to class at his usual time.
Anzu entered the class, looked around, and didn't see him, even though his wild hair stuck up over the edge of the magazine.
"No! I must have missed him!" Anzu whined, turning to head to her own class. Yami thanked the gods that he didn't have any classes in common with her.
"Okay class, everyone to their seats!" the teacher called as the bell rang, looking slightly surprised that Yami was in class on time. "Now then, first things first, attendance. Now. . ."
She stopped when the door opened. She started to glare, as she hated it when anyone but Yami was late, but her gaze softened.
"Oh, yes, our new student. Please, come in."
Yami wasn't really paying attention; in fact, he was currently involved in a magazine article about his favorite movie actress, so all he caught were the words "new student." Wonderful. Another person drooling all over his leather.
"Everyone, the is Yugi Mutou. Please, I want you all to be polite to him."
"Mutou? Is he related to you Sensei Mutou?" asked the overly-polite Ryou Bakura.
Sensei Mutou smiled. "Yes. He's my little brother, and he's pretty shy, so please don't be rude to him. If I catch anyone treating him the wrong way, there will be absolute hell to pay."
The deadly look in her eyes warned them that she was serious.
"Well, Yugi, don't be so withdrawn. Say hi to everyone."
"Hello," came the barely heard whisper. Yami finally glanced up, but he did a double take when he realized what he was seeing.
It wasn't real. There was no fucking way that the boy standing in the front of the classroom was real. It was impossible. No one could be that beautiful. No one could have such lovely, pale skin. No one could have such full, pink, kissable lips.
Most of all, no one could possibly have those eyes.
No one could have such large, innocent, and outright gorgeous eyes that were the color of an amethyst.
Yami had to pinch himself to make sure he was awake.
The teacher was talking again. Yami pulled himself to reality in time to hear her say, "Sit next to Yami there. He's the one who has your hair."
Yami looked next to him and turned a faint shade of pink as he realized that nobody sat there since Honda Hiroto had moved away. The pink on his face brightened a little when Yugi took his seat.
"Hi," Yami said to the impossibly beautiful boy.
He got no response.
Yami blinked. Maybe the boy hadn't heard him; he had been whispering. Yami cleared his throat and said, a little louder this time, "Hi."
The boy jumped and turned to look at Yami, shock written plainly on his face. "Hi," he said uncertainly, as though he feared that Yami was going to drag him outside and hurt him.
"Is something wrong?" Yami asked, concerned.
"Iie," Yugi answered, though it took Yami some effort to hear him.
"Yami, Yugi?" came Sensei Mutou's voice. "Please save talking until class is over." She returned to her lecture.
Yami glared at her back (she shivered unconsciously), and glance over at the boy. He was taking notes and paying such strict attention that you would think his life depended on it.
What was up with that kid?
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Cherry: Once again, I'm sorry for taking forever to write. And also, to those that may ask me about "Don't Turn Away", I think I started that one before I was ready. I'm going to take it down and repost it when I can do it justice.
Yugi: (is nursing Yami's injury) Where does it hurt?
Yami: (looking at Yugi innocently) Right here. (points at his mouth)
Yugi: (kisses him) Better?
Yami: (smiling) Much.
Cherry: Please review!! Bye!