Title: Temptation

Rating: (M to be safe)

Summary: He's tempted to do the easiest way to solve all his problems. KaibaxYami

Disclaimers: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.

A/N: I don't have anything against Ms. Kerima Polotan-Tuvera. She is one of the best Filipino Contemporary writers even though I only have read one of her stories. Nevertheless, she had captured millions of writers/readers that she won many awards that include Palanca Memorial Awards and Philippine Free Press Awards.

Chapter One: The Trap: Classroom Scandal

There will always be the existence of the opposite force. If good is alive, evil is very lively. If one supports a motion or preposition, there will always be someone who will object. And if there is life, death will always be around like a shadow, following life's every footstep.

Everyday as you wake up, a brand new day is ahead of you. The sun gives off its heat for every living and non-living thing here on earth. Birds start to chirp as they search for food. The once quiet streets become more and more noisy because of the people talking and the sound of the vehicles, racing against time to reach their destination.

And as the day begins, so is your adventure of life.

Unfortunately, there will always be people who wouldn't consider the day a brand new one. For them, every day seems to be a routine. No changes at all. And that is exactly what is happening to Yami Mutou.

From the moment he opens his eyes, Yami Mutou the former Pharaoh of Egypt, is flooded with thousands of offensive statements from Grandpa. Everyday, the latter would bang the door to wake the former up and goes downstairs with so much weight on his feet that caused too much noise on the entire house.

The old man never cooked meals for the ex-Pharaoh. Ever since he discovered about the latter's relationship with Seto Kaiba, CEO of Kaiba Corporation, the old man had despised Yami. He had considered the former Pharaoh an invisible person.

Yugi, on the other hand, has supported and defended Yami and his relationship with Kaiba. The old man, however didn't listened to whatever his grandson says.

There has been an instance when Grandpa almost slapped Yugi's face. The old man insisted that he wouldn't accept a man like Yami in his house once and for all.

"Why would you like to kick Yami off this house?" Yugi asked, with so much assertiveness in the tone of his voice.

"I don't want people like him, living under my shoes." Grandpa said in a harsh tone.

"You can't blame Yami for that, Grandpa!" Yugi answered, his patience has almost exceeded the limit, "Love is love; and you can't stop it once you feel it."

"You're right; love is love and it must be done at a proper time and place!" the old man angrily answered.

"But…"

"ENOUGH!"

Grandpa's right hand was almost an inch away from Yugi's left cheek.

Yami actually heard that conversation, and asked his hikari not to endanger himself. Yugi protested but Yami was indeed serious about it.

"I will take care of my problems, Aibou…" Yami said to his light, "Thank you so much for all the things you've done for me."

As for school Yami can find some peace and comfort under Kaiba's arms. Everyone, obviously, knew about their relationship; thanks to Jou and Honda's big mouths. Nevertheless, the two were very thankful to them, at least, they won't restrain themselves in public view.

Their relationship, as said earlier, has divided the society in three (big) groups: those in favor of their relationship like Yugi and Yami and Kaiba's fan clubs; those who are against like Grandpa and Anzu (of course) and lastly people like Jou and Honda who didn't care about the anything but food.

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The bell rung at Domino High to signal that classes are about to start within five minutes and everybody went to their respective classes. Yami's class: World Literature together with Kaiba, Jou, Anzu, Honda and of course his light—Yugi.

Yami and Kaiba sat at the back of the class, to be sure that they won't be bothered by their professor: Mr. Anderson. As soon as the demon (as what they call him because of his hair that looked like horns) storm toward his desk, he immediately started his boring lecture about Kerima Polotan-Tuvera.

"Kerima Tuvera, as we all know, wrote many short stories in English one of which is what we are going to discuss today." Professor Anderson said, "I want you to read the excerpt of her story: The Trap."

He searched the perfect person to read the story. Other students raised their hands but he didn't call them for his deceiving brown eyes were fixed to one person.

"Yami," the professor called, "Please read it for the class."

Yami rolled his eyes as he stood up and placed the medium-sized thick yellow book on his open palms and began to read.

"In February that year, I fell ill. On the fifth day of my illness, a friend passed by the house and left a note. How do you do, Elisa? It read. Are you better? Hurry up and come back to us, we miss you. Sincerely, Leonor. Then, P.S. What is wrong?

"It was the postscript that completed my betrayal—Leonor's girlish prescience. In my handwriting, I replied to that question. I wrote: I love Mr. Gabriel. I trembled as I wrote the words. Dimly, I realized I had identified the precipice at last. I had met the forlorn stranger in my dreams, face to face; no longer would she go wandering tremendously on mountaintops, dying her lonely deaths, she was where I sat in my sick clothes, writing the fateful words that accepted the knowledge of womanhood."

Yami stopped to let the words he uttered go with the flow of his blood. He looked at his professor, who is now at the other side of the room, eyes closed and his arms crossed on his chest. The older man remained in that position and when he heard nothing from Yami, he opened his eyes and told Yami to continue.

As Yami read the next paragraph, the old man stood up from where he was and walked slowly toward the back.

"…It was when I stumbled into Mr. Gabriel's room and found him, not bleeding and helpless and dying, but seated at his desk, correcting papers. We frightened each other, I think, because his jaw dropped. And at the sight of him, I missed a step and fell to my knees and there on the floor, in that grotesque, unintended curtsey, the words were wrung from me…"

Yami breathed deeply so as to give some emotion to the six last words to utter.

"Mr. Gabriel. Sir, I…"

"Yami… I love you…" someone whispered.

"WHAT?" Yami said at the top of his voice and everybody stared at him, confusion was visible in their eyes.

The ex-pharaoh looked from where that statement came from. He hoped it would be from Kaiba, who was just beside him at that time, but it wasn't him. It was the demon: Mr. Anderson.

Panic had ruled over the former Pharaoh's body and before he had a chance to run to his hiding place, the older man had captured the former's lips to a lustful, dominating and bruising kiss.

-To Be Continued-

A/N: Thank you very much for reading, please drop a word or two. Thank you! (bows down)

Credits to: Ms. Kerima Tuvera's story 'The Trap'

-Aura Serene