Today is Saturday, July 11 2009

This is just something that roams in my mind; I don't want this story to become a long one, I have other story plans. But while here, enjoy.

Summary: In this world we all judge a book by its cover, but when someone takes a step forward and sees a person with true eyes, will it be too late after all those years of rejection. Yaoi, OOC, Pride Shipping, Death.

DISCLAIMER: The idea of losing your ears when you lose your virginity came from Loveless. I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! And I do not own Loveless.

WARNING: Yaoi, sex talk and things alike.

Social Pressure

Chapter one: Making the Difference

"Hey, Miyuki-san, look. That boy has no ears."

"Look at him. How disgraceful, not even in college and he already has no ear."

"Wow, look at him. Wonder who he laid."

The minute he entered the room, everyone started to comment on him. As you grow up, you begin to notice that some people don't have ears. Cat ears that is. Then you learn at an age that those ears fall off when you engage in a sexual activity that involves penetration; be it with a girl or a boy, your ears will fall of showing to everyone that you have gone a step further.

But as this society grew, older people started to comment on younger about them losing their ears, and before they knew it, losing your ears had become a moral and social taboo under a certain age, and if you had your ears over a certain age you were categorized as innocent and to pure to be true.

For to be someone with no ears under the age of 18, the age of consent in most of the countries, was seemed as weird, shameful, disgusting, and much more. In your shoulders you would have to carry the criticism of all, the no social acceptance, things that no one wants to feel, yet we make those people feel like that. Hey, as longs as we don't feel that, right? But when time comes to feel so, what do we do then?

"Yo dude. Look behind you." The white haired teenage boy sitting on a desk pointed out.

"What?" The other teenage boy turns his head around. "He doesn't have ears." He turns back immediately with wide open eyes.

"Everyone is talking about him, poor guy. How do you think he-"

"Bakura! Yami!" A cheerful voice came from across the room and the said boys gave him all his attention.

"Hey Marik!" Yami waved at his friend who just came in.

"Hey guys." As he settled down on his chair, he noticed a new guy two seats behind him. "Umm…" He paused and rapidly joined his friends at Yami's desk. "He is missing his ears." He whispered.

"We know that already. The minute he came in it became a scandal." Bakura whispered back.

"Well, that's what happens when you do it at an early stage."

"But what if…" Yami paused and looked at the guy as he hid himself with his hair. "He lost his ears in another way? I don't know, they got cut off or something like that?"

"Well the guy has bad luck. But that is quite improbable, don't you think? It's more reasonable he got hot with someone." Bakura replied.

"No. Things like that do happen; maybe he is just another victim."

"Dude let's just drop the conversation, okay?"

"I'm going to go talk to him." Yami stood up, proud of his decision.

"Yami are you crazy?!" Bakura jumped from the seat. "They're gonna categorize you as a slut or something."

"I don't care much what other people say about me. I know that I'm not a slut, so there is no reason why I should be troubled by it." Yami smiled with a great glow in his wine red eyes.

Bakura sighed. "Just go!" He gave up and sat down on the chair. "I'm a sucker for his smile."

"No. You are just I love with him." Marik pointed out.

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are. C'mon Bakura, like I haven't noticed how you act around him. Everyone has."

"Dude, I am not in love with him and that is final!"

"You are just fooling yourself. You'll become happier when you say yes to those feeling."

"I do not have time for your fucking philosophies."

Yami approached his new classmate and sat in the empty seat right in front of him. Everyone in the room saw as he bravely, as said by a girl, approached him. "Hi."

Timid eyes looked up from the desk to Yami's vivid red eyes. "Uh. Hi."

"Wow, your eyes are… pretty." Yami was amazed; his classmate's eyes were blue, but not any blue, a cold cerulean blue like nothing he had seen before. His eyes were half lidded, probably because of his insecurity.

"Thanks…" His voice was deep but it gave the impression that he had a low self-esteem.

"The name is Yami! What's yours?" Cheerful like always, Yami asked.

"Seto Kaiba."

"Seto it is! So how old are you?"

"I'm… seventeen."

"Cool, me too."

"Why are you asking me questions? Did someone send you to make fun at me?" Seto had quickly jumped to conclusions. Every year since he started high school he had changed schools because either no one became his friend or was teased by everyone. He hoped that here he would not have that problem but it isn't turning out as he planned.

"No. I came here at my own will. I'm not here to make fun at you. And besides, why would I want to make fun of you?"

"Like you haven't noticed. Don't act like a dumbass." His voice changed, it was now full of arrogance and anger.

"Don't call me a dumbass, and just because you don't have ears, it doesn't mean I have to tease you. Got it?"

"So why are you talking to me?"

"Just because."

Seto has had so many negative experiences while making new friends that he at one time gave up.

"Whatever." The brunet rolled his eyes and continued to doodle on his notebook, ignoring Yami's presence.

"What are you drawing?"

"Do you need to know?"

"Yes."

"Ah…" Seto sighed once more and showed Yami the drawing. In that piece of paper was the illustration of a girl, the girl sitting in front of the class, Karin, one of the most popular, intelligent and stuck up girls in the whole school. But the it wasn't a childish drawing, you could recognize immediately who was the person on the paper, shadows on the right places, sharp yet soft lines and that extra something that you cannot find in every sketch.

"You drew this?" He was amazed.

"Yes asshole."

"Don't call me an asshole. Where did you learn how to draw like this?"

"I just know how to draw I guess. I don't think I'm that good."

"You are good! Just look at this, it looks exactly like her… Are you crushing on her?"

Seto gave Yami a query eyebrow. "Do you need to know?"

"Not really. But let me tell ya. She is stuck up; she thinks that because she is pretty and gets good grades she is the queen of something. She already has a boyfriend and not the nicest one, I might add."

"Hmm… I just drew her 'cause she's pretty, nothing much. And besides, I don't think I have a big chance with her, with anyone actually."

As Seto continued to draw and adjust his sketch, Yami stared with amazement, crimson eyes glowing and his smile almost from ear to ear. The most astounding part was Seto's hand's movements, really light and full of wavy actions.

Very few people have a talent like this; he can put in paper what is in his mind, maybe not with accuracy, but very close to his reality. They've never picked up a book that says how to draw; it all came as natural as talking and walking, to some actually like breathing. And Seto Kaiba just happens to be one of them.

Twitch, twitch.

That's how Yami's ears moved when he saw Seto signing the drawing.

"Your ears moved." Seto pointed out, somehow interested. "Do they move involuntarily?"

"Yeah."

It has been more than 10 years since Seto had lost his ears and he had totally forgotten about them, he no longer knows how it felt to have such cute things in your head showing your emotions like fear, happiness and curiosity.

"Can I touch them?"

"My ears?"

"Yeah."

"Umm… Sure." That wasn't the most secure sure you can hear.

Seto reached over to those curious pointy ears, furry, soft and playful; they are sensitive and react at touch, just like a cat's ears. He caressed them slowly, like petting them, and made them move by playing with the sensitive hairs. Yami's ears were blond, just like his bangs, matching his tri colored hair just perfectly.

"Everyone take your seats!" The homeroom teacher entered and rapidly everyone sat down. "Mai. That is how everyone knows me, I hope. I'm your new homeroom teacher. Any questions, objections, requests and complains goes directly to me! My office is-" She had suddenly stopped. On the very far seat of the 5th row from the door, a student she had never seen before sat there; he has no ears. "In the second floor… next to the… principal's office…" She paused as she gazed deeply at her student. "That is all." She shook her head.

Seto noticed how she looked at him, and red in shame, he hid once more under his long silky brown hair…

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Somehow this ends bad…

XD And now I'm laughing, great! Hope you enjoy! Review please T.T or I shall cry. LOL.