Love All Over Again
By black-winged Fury
Disclaimer: Yugioh's not mine, but if it was…
Summary: With the love of his life gone, Kaiba decides to return to Domino in order to forget about his loss… little did he know that fate was giving him a second chance in love. AU-ish. Shounen-ai. SetoxYami. Sucky summary, a hopefully better story inside.
Warnings: Just some very mild language in later chapters.
Fury: hello everyone! Welcome to my first ever yugioh fic. This would be my first try on everything about this story, even the writing style, so just go easy on it okay?
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Chapter 1: Back to School Surprises
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The small digital clock on my desk beeped, startling me from my work. Cursing inwardly I glared at the contraption, half expecting it to shudder and slunk down like most of my employees whenever I sent them the same look.
Unfortunately the little nuisance never moved. Not even a fraction. But I wasn't disappointed, really. Most decent people knew that a non-living thing cannot move by its own accord, especially a rich CEO of a world-famous corporation such as me.
I smirked at the thought.
So I had to content myself to stare at the small screen, azure eyes reflected on the luminescent numbers. It was midnight.
My glare softened a bit as I realized what that meant.
It was July 17. Our anniversary.
Memories of the past hit me like a huge wave. Normally I would shun such occurrences away, wanting to focus myself on the present, but now I welcomed them. I reveled in them. Reminiscing the times we spent together.
I felt my heart go heavy as I thought about it. No matter how much I hoped, wished, or prayed (which I don't), I knew I couldn't go back in time… to him.
I subconsciously clenched my hands tightly. I hated this feeling of helplessness.
As if to calm myself, I shifted my gaze to the polished drawer on my right-hand side. Opening it, I pulled out a small metal frame about the size of my hand. Looking at the picture, my now squirming stomach joined my already heavier heart.
The picture was taken more or less five years ago, I calculated. It was a picture of myself and another man standing in the gardens behind the mansion. I smirked at the younger me before concentrating entirely on the next figure.
Damn stomach.
The figure was Atem.
He never looked so beautiful, I thought. Out of longing, my eyes drank in his perfectly bronzed skin, his petite but slender figure, his incredible tri-colored hair, and his crimson eyes.
Oh God, those eyes.
I just sat there, lost in those red depths, drowning in them for who knows how long. But I didn't care. I never cared for anything whenever I was with Atem, not even for my corporation. Hell, I would gladly give up everything just for me to spend another lifetime with him.
But he's gone, a voice spoke somewhere in my head. You're too late.
Cursing, more audibly this time, I shut down my laptop and placed it inside my briefcase. Taking one final glance at the picture, I stood up and stormed out of my office intending to finish my work home.
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I sighed to myself as the limo turned a corner, a large building getting more and more visible as my driver sped on. After two months of summer – or rather, uninterrupted work time for me - it was back to classes once more.
Personally, I think I despise school more than the regular student for: one, I have never ever been a sociable person, preferring only the company of my brother or none at all, and that… place is jammed pack with idiots of all kinds.
Two, it's a waste of time for a genius like me. I mean, hasn't anyone noticed that I'm the president and CEO of Kaiba Corp., the largest entertainment and gaming company in practically the whole world? And I'm only eighteen to boot. Just imagine sitting on a stiff chair inside a boring room all day having to listen to a balding old man drabble on and on about some simple thing that you knew since adolescence for eight hours a day, five days a week, four weeks a month, ten months a year.
Three words: A. Living. Nightmare.
But I have no more time to wallow in my misfortunes for the driver had already slowed down in front of the school gates. Having no other choice and after leaving a brief instruction to pick me up later for a lunch meeting, I stepped outside of the car and headed straight for my first period classroom.
As I sat in my usual place at the rear back where no one can disturb me, I pulled out my laptop from my briefcase and started to work. Slowly the room began to fill up with noisy students, running around and gossiping with each other, but I didn't pay them any attention; I had better things to do than to waste time mingling with 'their sort'.
"Hey Kaiba!" said an extremely overenthusiastic, high-pitched voice. I cringed at the sound and the familiarity of it. "So, how was your summer?"
I spared Yugi a glance before resuming my typing. "Fine," I replied shortly.
"I haven't seen you for a while now. What have you been up to?"
"Work."
"Oh, of course. I forgot…" Yugi said sheepishly, though I knew he was lying. "Why don't you hang out with us later after school? You know, so we could catch up with each other."
I smirked at him though my eyes never left my laptop. "If you're really interested with the going-ons in my life, trying reading the newspaper or watch the evening news. Trust me, it'll be much easier for both of us that way."
"You don't have to be such a snob, Kaiba," said a reprimanding, female voice. It was Anzu. "You should be thankful that Yugi's even talking to you."
"It's okay Anzu, really. I don't mind." Yugi said to his friend. But it seemed that he wasn't heard for the girl already started one of her 'friendship lectures'. I had to mentally restrain myself from lashing out and humiliating her in front of the whole class as she continued ranting about how important friends were and how we should treasure them and blah blah blah…
And to make matters worse, I had the misfortune to see the mutt and Honda walk up towards us, a piece of toast still dangling from the mutt's mouth.
Oh joy.
"What's up, guys?" Jounouchi greeted, spraying breadcrumbs everywhere. I scrunched up my nose in disgust as I dusted myself off and my desk. Why do I even waste my time with such uncouth people was beyond me, although that made friendship girl shut up.
"That's gross, Jou," Anzu whined, wiping her face from crumbs, "You know you're not supposed to talk when your mouth is full. It's basic manners!"
Jounouchi swallowed the rest of the toast before answering. "I may have heard of it before…" he smirked, earning him a glare from Anzu.
He rolled his eyes in response, "Gods Anzu, I was just kidding. You better lighten up or else you and Kaiba here would look alike." He jabbed a thumb in my direction before adding, "Oh, and no offense Kaiba."
"None taken," I replied smoothly, although the glare I was sending him told otherwise. "Listen, why don't you people move your sorry little asses along and leave me alone? As much as I love our chitchat, I do think you can see I'm busy and I'd rather finish this before class starts so if you mind?"
"But I was going to tell you about –" Yugi started but the teacher suddenly entered the room. The whole place was a flurry of movement as people rushed to get to their places, not wanting to get reprimanded at so early in the morning. I sighed in relief as the Yugi-tachi finally left me in peace.
But what happened next took my mind away from any thought about continuing work.
"Good morning class," the teacher, Mr. Ohara, said.
"Good morning, Ohara-san," the class chorused.
"Today we have a new addition to our little group so I want you all to behave your best," Mr. Ohara said, pointedly stating the last words to the likes of Bakura, "Mr. Moutou, you may come in now."
Nothing could have prepared me for this.
I gaped in disbelief as Atem strode in confidently; his face split into a grin.
No, it can't be, I thought, Atem is…
But there he was in the flesh, right in front of me. I was certain I wasn't hallucinating or something for apart for the fairer skin color, he looked exactly like the picture I had… But that still didn't stop me from gawking at him in public.
"Hello everyone," he started, giving a little bow, "My name is Yami Moutou, age seventeen. I was born and raised in Egypt although I am Japanese in blood. That explains my name and why I don't look Egyptian. Oh, and to those who have been wondering, yes, Yugi and I are relatives; we're cousins in fact." His grin was replaced by a warm smile as he looked at Yugi's direction. I followed his gaze before staring back up at him. "It's a pleasure staying here and I hope that I would get to know all of you better."
The class broke into applause as Yami took another bow, his smile never faltering. When the clapping died down, Mr. Ohara spoke again.
"Thank you Yami for that wonderful introduction. Now, why don't we find you a place, eh? How about that vacant chair beside Mr. Kaiba? Mr. Kaiba, if you could please raise your hand so Mr. Moutou will know where you are."
Slowly, as if hesitantly, I raised my right hand. Having spotted me, Yami bowed again to our teacher before hurrying towards me. As he came closer, I noticed that his eyes were the same crimson as Atem's.
He took his seat beside me and stared to fix his things. Shaking my head slightly as if to remove myself from my daze, I decided to make the first move.
"Seto Kaiba." I announced confidently, extending my hand.
He seemed surprised by my gesture though, for he stared at my hand for a few seconds before smiling ang taking it. "A pleasure to meet you Mr. Kaiba. I'm Yami Moutou."
I smirked at him though it wasn't as cold as usual. "So I've heard. And please, call me Seto."
"Very well Seto, call me Yami."
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