Hello, everyone! K.K., new authoress here.

This fic is going to be a Yu-Gi-Oh adaptation of The Dangerous Roommates. The story is one of my favorites, and I really enjoyed reading it. I don't know if any of you have read it, because it's a Korean story.

I, KatastropheKases, hereby declare Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters and The Dangerous Roommates, disclaimed.

Chapter 1

Hey there! My name is Yuugi Mouto. Unfortunately, I was absent on the first day of school, which was yesterday. Now, - Sunday,- I'm stuck wandering around the school, looking for the office.

I grab a random teacher's arm.

"Hi, umm, I wasn't here for the orientation yesterday, so I missed getting my schedule. Could you tell me where the main office is?"

Said teacher replies, "Well... What's your name?"

"Mouto, Yuugi."

"Follow me." She promptly leads the way to, I think, the office.

When we reach there, I see that the room is painted white, like the rest of the building. In the center, there's a round receptionist area. She unlatches a small hinge at the side and steps in.

"Okay, your classroom is 302, and..." She trails off.

"...Yes?" I question.

"Your dorm room is 510. But I'm afraid... the fifth floor is for problematic kids... Is that okay?"

"Oh yeah! That's f- wait, problematic? But... I'm not a delinquent!"

"I can tell. Um... it's most likely because you were absent when the rooms were assigned. There's nothing you can really do... And, one of you roommates are... this worries me..."

I cringe as I think of the possibilities of who this person might be.

"His name is Yami Atem," She continued, "and he was who many of the teachers were talking about. We heard he is a complete psycho."

Yes. That's just my luck. I mean, having a total psycho as my roommate, along with two other freaking yankis? Yeah. Great.

I thank the teacher and head over to the room.

Damn the stairs. Or better yet, my heavy luggage. Screw all that, I think it's my height.

How is it possible that I am barely 160 centimeters tall, and I have really, really long legs? It's just awkward.

And in a moment I'm standing in front of a door, marked '510'. I take a deep breath, and turn the doorknob.

Surprisingly, no one's in the room. I step on to the beige carpet and observe my surroundings.

The walls are white - no surprise - and two bunk beds are on either side of the room. Right oppisite of me stands a brown wooden door, probably leading to the bathroom.

Which one is my bed?

Pleasenottheonewiththepsycho, Pleasenottheonewiththepsycho, Pleasenotthe-

Damn it.

At least I have the top bunk. That's a good thing, right?

I give a small sigh and kneel in front of the dresser next to my bunk. Well, mine and... Yami's.

I'll use the top drawer out of the two, since I'm on the top bed. Logical, huh?

I sort my clothes in to the drawer, neatly folding every one of them. Ha, I wonder how long that'd last.

Well, that's done. What to do now?

I decide to go check out the bathroom.

Inside, it looks like a normal high school dorm restroom. A toilet. Medium-sized bath tub. And a counter, with a shiny sink. I can't help but wonder how many people used that toilet.

I look in the mirror, and see myself stare back. I fetch my brush from my suitcase and fix my hair. I was naturally born with spiky hair. So are a lot of other people. I was born with black hair, with red tippings and blonde lightning-like bangs. Now not many people have that.

Aside from my hair, the only other thing that makes me unique is my eyes. My big, violet eyes.

No one ever looked at me twice. Well, they do, because of my unique appearance, but not in that sense. I just have no charisma, or charm. When spoken to, I stutter. When stared at, I fidget. It was beyond shy; it was a problem.

I heave yet another sigh, and open the door of the bathroom again, this time to exit.

And find two guys standing by the entrance, staring back at me.

†To Be Continued...

I know. Short and bad. But the story gets clearer later.

Explanation time!

In Japan, they have six days of school a week. The students stay in one room while the teachers are the ones that move around. There's about a 5 to 10 minute break between classes depending on the school, for the teachers to prepare their next lesson and for students to rest. And you know. Pee.

Well, the last is true for Korea, which is where I hail (xD) from. I'm pretty sure Japan does too, though.

So, you know review. It makes me happy. :)