A/N: Ok, this story was created because of all of the following: (1) Being a Yami-fan, (2) Having to suddenly be assigned to wear glasses that you dislike with a passion, (3) Having a party because your friend got her braces taken off, and (4) Having Kevin call every one a "Losah or a Dork." Some warnings, this contains OOC-ness, it's an AU, and it's a romantic comedy. This goes out to my friend with the braces and Kevin! And I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or anything else, so suck it. On with the fic!

Sure Thing

Chapter1: Geek, Loser, ECT

Yami Mutou knew that he was a loser. He was well aware of him being a geek, nerd, outcast, fag…the list went on and on. And he knew why too. First off, he had the weirdest hair out there. Someone once mistook him for a hedgehog. Once a starfish and many times a porcupine, hence the nicknames he was known for at school. But he was not a total loser. At least he had some friends…well, he wouldn't exactly call Bakura a friend…he was a something. And Malik was a girl, according to himself. He clearly stated, "I'm a Layla trapped in this cursed male body!" Bakura on the other hand was a…well, Yami would figure it out as soon as he found a nicer way to say slut.

As for Yami himself, he was a bona-fide, stereotypical nerd. He had huge square glasses and hideous –can you imagine?-green braces. His clothes were all baggy and checkered and basically, he had never had a boyfriend or even a girlfriend to ever be attracted to him. This is why Bakura made fun of him for being a virgin. At the moment, Yami was located in the library, the only place where he wouldn't have to worry about spitballs or gum wads being causally placed into his overly-gelled hair. Bakura was somewhere in the literature section, having fun with some freshman he just picked up. Yami thought it was plain wrong to be a senior and have relations with some young freshman. But then again, Bakura did not have morals. Malik sat across him, happily listening to Britney Spears, Oops I Did It Again, singing along softly while painting his nails sparkly silver. "Isn't this just fab?" Malik said, holing out his left hand, wriggling his fingers, "I'm thinking about getting a nose ring, or I might get my belly-button pierced. Which one would look cuter Yami? Listen to me, put that book down!"

The teen placed the book he was reading down. Malik flipped back some of his long, super-blonde hair, "So?" Yami blinked, "So what?" Malik groaned, "Would I look cuter with a belly-ring or a nose piercing?" Yami shrugged, "It's your body…" In this, Malik responded, "I think I'm going to get both…Yami, put that book down!" He leaned over the table and snatched it, "I ban you from reading. Maybe if you were a little more social, and wore things that were you size…" Yami sighed, "Whatever Mal-err…Layla." Malik threw a bitch-fit if he was not referred to as Layla. Bakura seemed to as if emerge from the shadows, zipping up his pants, "Yo, what's up Loser and Malik?" Malik fumed, "It's Layla, LAYLA damnit! Why can't you call me that?" Bakura crossed his arms, "Maybe because that's not your real name?" Malik glared at Bakura before running away in his blue skirt and pink top, the Domino High School uniform for girls.

"God, what a fucking drama Queen." Yami glared at Bakura, "Maybe if you were a little nicer to her…or him…don't you know that he likes you, for some insane reason, you." Bakura rolled his eyes, "I don't give a shit." Yami was going to say more, but the bell rang. It was time to go back to hell.

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"Move your damn head starfish!" hissed Katsuya Jonouchi. Yami had the unfortunate pleasure of sitting in front of him in almost all of his classes. Yami turned around and whispered, "I can't." Jou smirked and tugged on one of his blonde bangs, "I still think this is a wig…or hat. Move, I can't see the board." Yami was getting annoyed, and the words slipped out, "It's not like you get straight A's anyway dumbass." Yami instantly regretted it. He knew that he had been hanging out with Bakura too much. Jou glared, "What did you just say? It looks like I have to kick your ass after class. And we only have…" He looked at the clock, "Three minutes." Yami wanted to correct him and say, "A minute," but he kept his mouth shut. Yami was about to get into his first fight…well, if he did not count all the times he got beat up…

RRRIIING!

Yami felt himself being shoved out of class by the tall blonde, until they were in the hallways. News went around at lightning speed, because now half the school was gathered around the two. Yami knew that he would be an ever bigger loser if he got beat up in front of the entire school. He looked around, but there was no sign of Bakura or Malik. I shouldn't even count on those two…I swear, one day I'll die like this…

Jou took the first punch and hit Yami square in the stomach. It knocked the wind out of the spiky-haired teen, and he gasped and stepped back. "C'mon Jou, beat him!" Yami knew it was the distinct voice of Mai, Jou's pretty cheerleader girlfriend. The crowd cheered for Jou, and Yami felt hopeless as the blonde grabbed him and shoved his knee deep inside of his gut. He let Yami go and his fist flew to his face.

He fell, and his glasses fell off. He heard the crunch of them being stepped under Jou's foot. Now his vision was blurry, and he felt something wet trickle down his face. Obviously blood from Mai's shouts of, "Oh God, he's bleeding!" There was cruel laughter and no one cared. That's what caused the loneliness that he felt sleeping in bed at night, no one caring. Jou picked him up by his shirt, practically chocking him, "Why don't you fight back? Who's the dumbass now?" he snarled. The words came out, and Yami did not care if they meant his death sentence, "I don't fight people. It's a waste of my time and life. At least I have a future…" This pissed off Jou even more, "We'll see who has a future you son of a…"

Yami prepared himself mentally for another hit when he felt himself being dropped. He squinted to see what was going on.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing Kaiba?" Jou spat. "Stopping this. As he said, it's a waste of time. I have to walk in these hallways and I'd rather not see it splattered with blood," Kaiba responded coolly. Yami heard Jou growl, and his fist moved at lightning speed toward Kaiba's face, but the rich CEO blocked him by stepping to the side, which caused the blonde to fall face-flat on the floor. There was a chorus of laughter and the crowd started to disperse. Yami moved closer to Kaiba, "Um…thanks for…" "Save it," the other interrupted, "I didn't save your pathetic ass, I just really don't want to see blood all over the floor. Plus, I don't like the mutt." Yami felt stupid, "Um, ok then. Thank you anyway."

"Whatever," the brunette responded. The bell rang and Yami went down on his knees in and attempt to search for his broken glasses. His nose still bled. "Yami, there you are! We heard that there was a fight between you and Jou! Oh no, you're bleeding…" Oh, now Layla and Bakura come to the rescue. Well, they're late. Bakura held up the remains of the destroyed glasses, "Looks like you'll need another pair of these things…"

Malik pulled out a napkin from his pocket, "Here honey, hold this to your nose, we're going to the nurse's office…did Jou break you nose? It just won't stop…" "I don't want to go see the nurse, I'm going home, it's not like anyone cares," Yami muffled. "But your nose…" "If my nose bleeds enough, I won't have to go through this shit anymore anyway…see you guys Monday…" He went off in the opposite direction. Malik looked worriedly at Bakura who scowled, "Why in the hell are you looking at?" "We have to go check on him…I can't live with myself if he commits suicide." "I can live." Malik pinched Bakura's arm, "Wrong answer honey. We're going to make Yami feel better whether you like it or not." Bakura scowled again, "What in the hell is up with you pinching people!"

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Yami observed himself in the bathroom mirror. He was thin and pale. His nose had stopped bleeding, but now it was all red, purple and blotchy-looking. He couldn't see well without his glasses, so his full reflection was one huge blur. Yami sighed. Despite the physical pain he felt, he still couldn't get the few words Kaiba had spoken to him out of his head. Kaiba was egotistic, rude, cold and an asshole…and yet, Yami could have never been more turned on. "Oh Ra…" he asked himself, "Am I developing a crush on Seto Kaiba?" There was silence between him and the mirror.

Yes, you are, a voice sang in his head.

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Zana: Hmm…I am not sure where all that came from. I guess I like torturing Yami. I think the fight scene sucked and I apologize, because I'm not so good with writing violence. This started out kind of slow, I promise, with reviews and positive criticism, more will be delivered and the plot picks up in the next chapter. Ryou, tell us what's coming up next?

Ryou: (looks into crystal ball) I see…Malik in a mini-skirt…I see…he and Kura hanging out with Yami…I see change and I see Seto Kaiba. Oh, this looks interesting indeed.

Zana: Until next chapter, later!