Written by: Cao
Disclaimer: This is for the entire fic...I do not own Yuugi-ou. None of it. Not even a fingernail clipping.
Summary: Yami and Bakura are reincarnated into the present world. Things start out as everyone expected; they fought ever chance they got. But when Yami has regular flashback to the past where he and Bakura were together, will he continue to feel that way? How will Bakura react? Will Seto intervene?
Chapter One: School Days
The sun cast its first rays of the morning over the seemingly silent city of Domino. Although there were no cars racing down the streets or children out walking their dogs yet, the people were awake and preparing for a new day. In one particular home, however, two almost-identical teenage boys remained sound asleep.
The beeping of his hikari's annoying alarmclock drove Yami from his peaceful slumber. Preparing to send the damned 21st century contraction to hell, he slowly gathered bits of energy in his half-awake state. Yami had never seemed to be a morning person.
As an aura of black magic surrounded the insane device, Yami was walloped across the back of the head with a white pillow. The sudden attack caused the former pharaoh to lose his concentration as well as the magic that he had gathered.
"I don't think so Yami. You've already sent two other alarmclocks, the toaster and the microwave to the Shadow Realm. And that was just this month! I really don't think you need to add another alarmclock to that ever-growing list," Yuugi stated, standing above Yami's head, pillow in hand.
"Then can you please turn that Ra-damned thing off? It's giving me a headache," Yami complained in reply.
"Stop being such a pampered baby and get off your ass to do it yourself," Yuugi snorted back. "I'm going to go take a shower. Stay here and get dressed for school. And if I find anything missing when I come back, you won't be allowed to sleep on a bed for weeks, got it?"
"Yes master, anything you say master," Yami mocked, his outstretched hand finally reaching the cord giving life to the blaring object of hell. As the cord was yanked out, the screaming alarmclock fell silent. Yami lost his balance and tumbled out of his bed, landing flat on his face. Pulling the blanket down after him, the tri-color haired teen promptly fell asleep again.
Yuugi returned to their shared room to get dress to find Yami snoring happily on the floor. Nudging him hard in the ribs, the hikari screamed into Yami's ear.
"Yami! Wake up!" he shouted. Yami's reaction was to raise his arm and pull a pillow off his bed. His next move was to bury his head under it, in attempt to ignore Yuugi's demanding voice.
/Yami, get your ass up right now! We're going to be late for school!/
Just five more minutes, please? I didn't get much sleep last night.
/That's your problem, not mine. You don't have time to sleep in./
"Fine, I'll get up, alright? Don't blame me if I end up in detention today for behavior issues," Yami grumbled from under the pillow.
"It won't be the first time. I'll see you downstairs in five minutes. If I don't, the school newspaper will find some rather embarrassing pictures of a certain moody student in their inbox..."Yuugi threatened. Yami flipped the pillow off his head and whirled around to face his hikari.
"You wouldn't...Those pictures are personal!" Yami cried. Yuugi smirked and held up three different photos.
"I can see the headline for this one," he mocked, motioning to the first picture. "'Local Student Yami Mutou Falls Asleep in a Tree,' and for a sub heading; 'Are those Heart and Flower boxers he's wearing?!' I think it would be interesting, wouldn't you?"
Yami stared wide-eyed at Yuugi. Smirking evilly again, he tucked the pictures into a safe spot: his back pocket and left the room.
Grumbling, Yami got up and replaced the pillow and blanket neatly onto his bed. Stretching his arms into the air, he opened his mouth and yawned. A camera flash bounced off the walls as Yami became subject to yet another blackmail photo.
"You really shouldn't show off your boxers, Yami. Especially when you're wearing ones covered in red lips. I thought you would have known that by now," Yuugi stated. Yami blushed and rapidly pulled on a pair of uniform pants to cover his boxers.
"That camera is next on my 'Send to Hell' list," Yami complained, his voice muffled briefly by the thin white cotton shirt that covered his face. Once he had settled the shirt onto his body, not bothering to tuck it in, he picked up his book bag and followed Yuugi down the stairs.
"Good morning boys. I hope you slept well," Jii-san greeted them as they sat down at the kitchen table. Two bowls with matching spoons sat on the table in front of them. Jii-san set two different boxes of cereal on the table, regular old Cornflakes for Yami and Froot Loops for Yuugi. Milk came afterwards.
"I would have slept better if Yuugi didn't keep replacing that damned device," Yami muttered, grabbing the milk to pour over his cereal. Jii-san looked confused.
"He tried to send my alarmclock to the Shadow Realm again," Yuugi explained, shoveling down his cereal. Once they had finished, Yuugi dragged a reluctant Yami out the door.
At the corner of the street, they met up with Jou, Honda and Anzu. The brown haired female immediately glued herself to Yami's side.
"Yami, can you care my books for me? They're too heavy for a cute little girl like me to handle," she flirted, batting her eyelashes. Yami pulled his arm away, but said nothing in reply.
/How can you put up with that?! I know I used to have a crush on her, but now that I look at her, she's absolutely disgustingly annoying!/
I guess I just find it easy to ignore her. I can ignore most people or things if I want to, but unfortunately, your alarmclock isn't on that list.
"Hey look guys! It's Ryou and Bakura! Wait up guys!" Jou yelled down the street at the other yami/hikari pair. Ryou turned around and waved sweetly, but Bakura just stopped and remained faced away from them. As usual, Bakura plainly refused to wear the simple school uniform.
"Looking forward to today's detention, tomb robber? 'Cuz you're sure asking for it this time," Yami sneered at his long time rival, earning him a glare in return.
"Shut up, Pharaoh. I believe in freedom of choice, and that includes how I dress," the thief replied curtly.
Yuugi and Ryou just sighed. They couldn't, and probably would never, understand why their yamis fought so much. Whenever the two of them were within shouting distance of the other, a verbal battle began. The hikaris were just glad it stayed verbal and hadn't gone physical yet. As they watched and thought, the fighting yamis continued.
"Pampered Palace brat."
"Filthy cutpurse."
"Priest's bitch."
The last had touched a nerve.
"What the hell did you just call me!?" Yami protested, his hands balled in fists.
"I've seen the way Seto looks at you, Yami. He can't keep his eyes off of your ass."
Yami grunted and turned away from Bakura, who now had a smug grin of victory plastered across his face.
"Uh, hey, you two? Hate to break up your fight, but if we don't hurry, we'll be late for school," Honda declared, glancing at his watch. They had two minutes until classes started.
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Cao: I felt like being nice, so I decided to put this up before my planned date. Hope you like it so far.