Disclaimer: I shall own Yami and Yugi when the apocalypse turns the world into a floating cloud of gas and dust. So no, I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!.

Pairings (Warning: Shonen-ai/Yaoi, so if you don't like then don't read k?)Yami x Yugi, Ryou x Bakura, Marik x Malik, Seto x Jounouchi.

Prologue

The last bell for the school year sounded resiliently through the halls of Domino High, and, in a matter of seconds, they were filled to the brim with the excited and rowdy chatter of the students, eager to get the long-awaited Christmas break in full swing.

Yugi Mutou, tenth grader and gaming pro, whooped happily and jumped up and down in the now empty classroom, save his friends and his rival, who was sitting near the back of the room, typing briskly on his laptop, ignoring the young boy's antics determinedly. Yugi was unusually short for his age, and had equally unusual hair. It stood up (naturally, contrary to popular belief) in spikes that went from jet black to tipped with red. Framing his cherubic face were blonde, lightning bangs, contrasting vividly with his deep purple eyes.

His friends, Jounouchi Katsuya, Ryou Bakura and Malik Ishtar, all watched in amusement as the short boy did his own small victory dance. Jounouchi (or Jou for short) was tall and lanky, sporting a messy mop of dirty blonde hair and honey coloured eyes. Ryou was affectionately dubbed 'snow bunny' by his peers, as his hair was indeed the lovely, white hue of a snow rabbit, and his eyes were a soft, chocolate brown. Malik had light blonde hair and purple eyes. He had transferred to the school from Egypt, which was evident from his tanned skin.

"What are you so happy about Yugi?" asked Jounouchi, as he swept back some of his blonde locks, fighting, and failing miserably, to suppress a grin, "You look like you've lived an eternity for this day or somethin'."

Yugi paused momentarily in his small escapade to look at Jounouchi, his amethyst orbs shining happily. Inhaling and exhaling, he smiled sheepishly and scratched his hair. "Well you see Jou; this is the first ever holiday we hikaris get to spend with our yamis in their solid form!"

At this, Ryou groaned and Malik felt a vein twitch near his temple. Yugi, Ryou and Malik all had what they called 'yamis' or darknesses, who had all started out as spirits, now had living and breathing bodies after a short and somewhat 'uneventful' visit to an accursed temple, much to the delight (and annoyance in some cases) of everyone.

"Well I for one am not looking forward to spending the break with a psychotic yami in my midst," said Ryou sulkily, "Bakura still hasn't gotten used to modern technology, for all I know, he could be wreaking havoc at home right now." A collective shudder ran through the group as they all simultaneously pictured Bakura, laughing sadistically while beating the crud out of a poor innocent tomato after figuring out how to work a power drill.

"Me neither. And besides, I still need to consider whether or not Marik needs to go to the psychiatrist," Malik murmured thoughtfully.

Yugi smiled sympathetically at his fellow hikaris, and inwardly thanked the heavens that Yami was sane, relatively anyway. He was still having trouble trying to convince the once pharaoh that the basement did not in fact lead to a bottomless pit filled with crocodiles and snakes that would tear your soul out and sent you straight to Anubis to be sealed away as a zombie for the rest of eternity.

Jou's stomach broke the silence with a loud and demanding grumble. The owner of said stomach gave a lopsided grin. "Well come on, we don't have all day to stand here and reflect about bipolar psychos. How 'bout my poor rejected bipolar stomach here huh? Let's hit a burger joint before I collapse from starvation."

Laughing heartily, the group of friends picked up their bags and slowly proceeded to the classroom door, Ryou chatting animatedly to Malik about a new game at the arcade, which promptly caught Yugi's attention. Jounouchi remained uncharacteristically silent, as his gazed drifted to the back of the room, where the last remaining occupant continued to ignore them profusely. Sighing, Jou followed his friends out of the room, but not before shooting one last furtive glance over his shoulder.

Unknown to Jounouchi, his glance, although swift, had not gone unnoticed by the figure seated in the last row. Smirking, he turned off his laptop and closed it with a resounding snap, and carefully placed it into his linoleum briefcase. Exiting the room, he strolled down the now empty halls, nonchalantly gazing at photos, artworks and notices placed every now and again along the walls.

Smiling inwardly, the student rejoiced at the thought of being left alone to do his work during the Christmas break. Yugi and his little pep squad was a bad influence to him. Sweeping his chestnut hair away from his eyes, he descended the front school steps and marched over to his awaiting limo. Little did Seto Kaiba realise that he would be seeing a lot more of Yugi and his friends these holidays, and that could only mean one thing: chaos.

Author's Notes:

Okay, that's the prologue over and done with. Phew. So what did you all think? Boring? Too long? Too short? Was Bakura too mean to the tomato? Whatever! Throw something at me (Not literally please)! This is my first ever fan fic so constructive criticism would be much appreciated in the form of a review. Please review? I have cookies!