Disclaimer: This is my first shot at a Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan fic. Please let me
know if it sucks, since I obviously can't figure that out on my own. O.~
"Hey, Malik!" Ryou cried, waving. "I have dumplings!"
Fearlessly, Malik crossed the cafeteria and sat down next to Ryou, taking out his own lunch. A knot of freshmen were foolish enough to stare, and received such a glare from Malik that one of them nearly choked on her chocolate milk. One of her junior friends stepped in to better educate her.
Everyone knew. You couldn't get through a year in this high school without knowing. Ryou and Malik were the two hottest guys in school, both juniors, and every single girl did well to cast a flirtatious wink their way. They were also tough. No one messed with Malik and Ryou. They were popular, and had lots of people claiming to be their friends. But lunch was their time. They sat alone, sharing lunches, and nobody stared, nobody questioned, and NOBODY sat down.
"You shouldn't glare like that," Ryou said cheerfully. "You'll scare all your dates away." Malik laughed with him, but it hurt him to hear Ryou talk that way. Malik knew that he was gay, and he also knew that he loved Ryou. He knew it as simply as one knows that fire burns and kindness feels good. It hurt him whenever Ryou talked about girls because he also knew that the albino's thoughts and feelings mirrored his own.
"Anyway," Malik said. "About that weekend trip."
"Mom said yes," Ryou assured him. "She thinks it's great that I have friends now, who'll invite me places. I didn't tell her that it was necessarily YOUR summer home." He grinned like a naughty little schoolboy. "Y'know, Malik, I never would've had the nerve to 'borrow' someone else's house before I met you."
Malik laughed. "Yup. I got the house key when I was watching his cat. So what if I never gave it back?"
Malik and Ryou got into a lot of what they thought of as 'harmless mischief.' They were very good at covering each other's tracks, and they both could trust each other completely. This was another of their assets that helped in making them high school legends. Only Yugi seemed to always be frowning on them.
Malik glanced casually over at Yugi's table. There he was, as usual, all alone with a modest bag lunch. He scowled disapprovingly at the pair of them from over the top of his science text book. Malik winked mockingly at him, and Ryou stuck out his tongue and blew a kiss. Yugi huffed angrily and shoved his nose deeper into the book.
A lot of Ryou and Malik's "harmless mischief" was aimed at Yugi. They tripped him in the halls, misplaced his books, and often took advantage of the fact that he was only 2' ¾". Once, Malik had hot wired Yugi's car and driven it into a bush while Ryou held him back and put green dye in his hair gel. Yes, Yugi probably had plenty good reason to hate them.
But he got back at them as well. More than once, Malik had found pancake syrup in his hair, and Ryou learned the divine art of extracting bubble gum from inconvenient places. Malik had had to buy a lock for his locker after the fourth time his books were glued together at the spine, and Ryou was made late to class, muttering about red-eyed midgets. Once when Ryou had been changing for gym, he had ended up flat on his back with hot shower water drenching him. They accepted Yugi as their annoying rival, and the thought was apparently mutual.
"Hey, munchkin!" Malik shouted out to him. Yugi's forehead above the book turned bright red. Slowly, deliberately, he marked his place and put the book down. Several people had turned to stare, and even the preps had stopped talking bout lipstick and were now in a Yugi's morals vs. Ryou and Malik's hotness debate.
"Wanna orange?" Ryou asked, lightly tossing the fruit from one hand to the other. Long ago, Malik and Ryou had called Yugi "orange boy." When he demanded to know why, they told him it was because he couldn't get any lemon. Yugi didn't figure out what this meant until later, but ever since, he had taken oranges as a personal insult.
"Keep the fucking orange," Yugi said icily. He ducked as the fruit soared over his heavily gelled hair. The preps had divided into six separate cliques now, and the geeks glared at the injustice of the jocks, using Ryou and Malik as examples of their political views. The freaks and the misfits went on with their insane conversations as though nothing was happening at all. Both Ryou and Malik knew that tension would be around the school all day, but that didn't stop them from throwing Skittles at Yugi while he flung an entire apple at them.
* * * * *
"Malik! Ryou!"
The boys turned as a bright yellow convertible pulled up next to them. Malik recognized the car before he recognized the girls sitting in it. They were both in the freak category, and were noticed for rambunctiousness. The one in the driver's seat was named Cidne. She had short dark hair and was known for being an artist and a poet. Sitting next to her was a girl named Starling, who owned the car. She had long dirty- blonde curls, and was known for her writing and musical theater. As soon as the car stopped, Starling hopped into the back seat. "Wanna ride?" Cidne asked.
Before Malik could say anything, Ryou said, "Sure!" and jumped into the seat next to Cidne. Malik didn't feel like walking home alone, so he shrugged and got in next to Starling.
The car started, and pretty soon Ryou and Cidne were submerged in conversation. Malik decided that it would be only polite to talk to Starling, but he had never been good with girls, and he knew her very little. There was next to nothing to talk about. "So," he said after a while. "You had an interesting way of scoring goals in gym today."
Starling tossed her head. She had made a complete fool of herself in gym that day, and everybody knew it. "Are you making fun of me for bad athletics, then?" she asked sweetly.
Malik raised his eyebrows in mock offense. "Why ever would you think that?" he asked.
"Because," Starling said. "I haven't got a gymic yet. You make fun of Yugi because he's a trumped-up midget; the preps because they're prissy and whorish; the jocks because they're muscle-bound air-heads; and the geeks because they have no lives. But it usually varies from freak to freak, so I was wondering what my gymic was."
Malik shrugged. "Not your superior athletic skills, for sure," he said sarcastically.
At that precise moment, the car pulled up in front of Ryou's house. Both boys got out of the car and waved as the bright yellow convertible disappeared around the bend. Malik couldn't help wishing that he and Ryou could spend more time together, alone.
Author: So, that was my fic! And I would like to say that I do not mean to imply that jocks are all muscle-bound air-heads, or that geeks have no lives. Nor am I insinuating that all preps are obnoxious little toadies with too much money who have been spoiled from day 1. I am not making fun of you, you assholes! (runs away ranting about justice and misconceptions) Please r+r! Can you see I need help?
"Hey, Malik!" Ryou cried, waving. "I have dumplings!"
Fearlessly, Malik crossed the cafeteria and sat down next to Ryou, taking out his own lunch. A knot of freshmen were foolish enough to stare, and received such a glare from Malik that one of them nearly choked on her chocolate milk. One of her junior friends stepped in to better educate her.
Everyone knew. You couldn't get through a year in this high school without knowing. Ryou and Malik were the two hottest guys in school, both juniors, and every single girl did well to cast a flirtatious wink their way. They were also tough. No one messed with Malik and Ryou. They were popular, and had lots of people claiming to be their friends. But lunch was their time. They sat alone, sharing lunches, and nobody stared, nobody questioned, and NOBODY sat down.
"You shouldn't glare like that," Ryou said cheerfully. "You'll scare all your dates away." Malik laughed with him, but it hurt him to hear Ryou talk that way. Malik knew that he was gay, and he also knew that he loved Ryou. He knew it as simply as one knows that fire burns and kindness feels good. It hurt him whenever Ryou talked about girls because he also knew that the albino's thoughts and feelings mirrored his own.
"Anyway," Malik said. "About that weekend trip."
"Mom said yes," Ryou assured him. "She thinks it's great that I have friends now, who'll invite me places. I didn't tell her that it was necessarily YOUR summer home." He grinned like a naughty little schoolboy. "Y'know, Malik, I never would've had the nerve to 'borrow' someone else's house before I met you."
Malik laughed. "Yup. I got the house key when I was watching his cat. So what if I never gave it back?"
Malik and Ryou got into a lot of what they thought of as 'harmless mischief.' They were very good at covering each other's tracks, and they both could trust each other completely. This was another of their assets that helped in making them high school legends. Only Yugi seemed to always be frowning on them.
Malik glanced casually over at Yugi's table. There he was, as usual, all alone with a modest bag lunch. He scowled disapprovingly at the pair of them from over the top of his science text book. Malik winked mockingly at him, and Ryou stuck out his tongue and blew a kiss. Yugi huffed angrily and shoved his nose deeper into the book.
A lot of Ryou and Malik's "harmless mischief" was aimed at Yugi. They tripped him in the halls, misplaced his books, and often took advantage of the fact that he was only 2' ¾". Once, Malik had hot wired Yugi's car and driven it into a bush while Ryou held him back and put green dye in his hair gel. Yes, Yugi probably had plenty good reason to hate them.
But he got back at them as well. More than once, Malik had found pancake syrup in his hair, and Ryou learned the divine art of extracting bubble gum from inconvenient places. Malik had had to buy a lock for his locker after the fourth time his books were glued together at the spine, and Ryou was made late to class, muttering about red-eyed midgets. Once when Ryou had been changing for gym, he had ended up flat on his back with hot shower water drenching him. They accepted Yugi as their annoying rival, and the thought was apparently mutual.
"Hey, munchkin!" Malik shouted out to him. Yugi's forehead above the book turned bright red. Slowly, deliberately, he marked his place and put the book down. Several people had turned to stare, and even the preps had stopped talking bout lipstick and were now in a Yugi's morals vs. Ryou and Malik's hotness debate.
"Wanna orange?" Ryou asked, lightly tossing the fruit from one hand to the other. Long ago, Malik and Ryou had called Yugi "orange boy." When he demanded to know why, they told him it was because he couldn't get any lemon. Yugi didn't figure out what this meant until later, but ever since, he had taken oranges as a personal insult.
"Keep the fucking orange," Yugi said icily. He ducked as the fruit soared over his heavily gelled hair. The preps had divided into six separate cliques now, and the geeks glared at the injustice of the jocks, using Ryou and Malik as examples of their political views. The freaks and the misfits went on with their insane conversations as though nothing was happening at all. Both Ryou and Malik knew that tension would be around the school all day, but that didn't stop them from throwing Skittles at Yugi while he flung an entire apple at them.
* * * * *
"Malik! Ryou!"
The boys turned as a bright yellow convertible pulled up next to them. Malik recognized the car before he recognized the girls sitting in it. They were both in the freak category, and were noticed for rambunctiousness. The one in the driver's seat was named Cidne. She had short dark hair and was known for being an artist and a poet. Sitting next to her was a girl named Starling, who owned the car. She had long dirty- blonde curls, and was known for her writing and musical theater. As soon as the car stopped, Starling hopped into the back seat. "Wanna ride?" Cidne asked.
Before Malik could say anything, Ryou said, "Sure!" and jumped into the seat next to Cidne. Malik didn't feel like walking home alone, so he shrugged and got in next to Starling.
The car started, and pretty soon Ryou and Cidne were submerged in conversation. Malik decided that it would be only polite to talk to Starling, but he had never been good with girls, and he knew her very little. There was next to nothing to talk about. "So," he said after a while. "You had an interesting way of scoring goals in gym today."
Starling tossed her head. She had made a complete fool of herself in gym that day, and everybody knew it. "Are you making fun of me for bad athletics, then?" she asked sweetly.
Malik raised his eyebrows in mock offense. "Why ever would you think that?" he asked.
"Because," Starling said. "I haven't got a gymic yet. You make fun of Yugi because he's a trumped-up midget; the preps because they're prissy and whorish; the jocks because they're muscle-bound air-heads; and the geeks because they have no lives. But it usually varies from freak to freak, so I was wondering what my gymic was."
Malik shrugged. "Not your superior athletic skills, for sure," he said sarcastically.
At that precise moment, the car pulled up in front of Ryou's house. Both boys got out of the car and waved as the bright yellow convertible disappeared around the bend. Malik couldn't help wishing that he and Ryou could spend more time together, alone.
Author: So, that was my fic! And I would like to say that I do not mean to imply that jocks are all muscle-bound air-heads, or that geeks have no lives. Nor am I insinuating that all preps are obnoxious little toadies with too much money who have been spoiled from day 1. I am not making fun of you, you assholes! (runs away ranting about justice and misconceptions) Please r+r! Can you see I need help?