I don't know how I came to love him...

But I did.

And I can honestly say, I don't mind that.

~*~ Chapter One ~*~

I rapped my fingers on the desk and stared out the window at the rain.

Great, I thought. I'd have to walk home in that if it didn't let up in the next hour.

I felt someone tap my shoulder, and turned to see a familiar pair of bright, big, brown eyes look back at my own emerald orbs.

"I can give you a ride home if you like, Violet?" offered my best friend, Alison Okayama. We'd met several years back when I saw some kids tugging on her pony tail.

I beat them up and we just... kind of went from there, later finding out it was because she had two mothers. It didn't bother me, but obviously it bothered multiple others. I didn't even have a mother, so who could I be one to judge either way?

I shook my head and stopped tapping the desk, focusing my attention on her. "Nah. Your parents give me rides all the time. I feel like I owe you too much."

"Well, buy my next lunch and we'll call it even, then." she laughed. "It's fine, my mothers love you!" Someone snickered when she said "mothers", but she rolled her eyes and focused on the conversation.

I took another look outside and sighed. I really wasn't in the mood for catching a cold today, so with reluctance I agreed, and our teacher entered just as the bell rang. Someone was walking behind him, carrying a bag over his shoulder. He instantly grabbed my attention.

In fact, he grabbed everyone's attention. Even the slackers in the back of the room stopped texting long enough to look up at him.

"Is...is that his hair?" one of the other kids asked, and the class erupted into snickers. I myself was too awestruck to think about that remark, mostly because I was curious about it myself.

It was pure white; the boy himself looked like a ghost. Was he an albino, I wondered? I couldn't see his eyes, so I couldn't tell.

Then he looked up. 'Oh wow. What a deep brown...'

"Everyone quiet down, please." said Mr. Baker, our English teacher. "This is Bakura, your new classmate. I don't want anyone picking on our new friend, here. As you all have probably figured out, he is an albino."

Cherilee, a stereotypical, self-absorbed prep, raised her hand. "I thought albinos had red eyes. His are brown. He has to be a fake, Mr. Baker."

"Well, unless his mother and father also dye their hair and powder every inch of their bodies, I'm afraid I'll have to tell you that you're wrong, Cherilee." said Mr. Baker. Cherilee shrank back in her seat and feverishly picked at her skirt while everyone snickered. "Bakura, would you like to say something? Maybe tell us your hobbies and such?" he always did this with new students to boost their confidence. I myself didn't enjoy it when I came to Domino High School, and I bet he doesn't either.

"No thank you." muttered Bakura. And again, I was caught by surprise.

"You're British?" I blurted out. I covered my mouth and blushed while a few girls sighed dreamily. New boy already had some fangirls.

He caught my eyes and stared at me for a few moments, which made me uneasy. My spine began to tingle, like it usually did when I sensed something out of order.

But he just nodded and looked to Mr. Baker. "No thank you." he said again.

"Alright. I can understand you being shy. Why don't you go ahead and sit next to Violet? She's right there."

I gulped when my spine tingled again.

Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!

Everyone stood and hurried to get out of the room, glad the day was finally done. The first thing I noticed as I stood to gather my books was all the whispering and giggling as people looked at Bakura. I felt bad for blurting out my comment earlier, so I set my stuff on my desk and decided to try again.

With a hesitant breath, I extended my hand as I approached.

"Hi. I'm Violet Rose. It's nice to meet you, Bakura." I said with a nervous smile.

He looked at me again for several moments before lightly taking my hand. I stifled a gasp while we shook our hello's.

His hands were so cold! I felt like I was gripping an icicle. He must've noticed, because he retracted and shoved them in the pockets of his black jeans.

"So," I began, trying for a conversation. "I wanted to apologize for earlier. I didn't mean to blurt it out like that. Was your voice always so deep?"

Bakura's expression didn't change. It remained blank, which made me wonder for a second if he was good at Poker. He shrugged and turned back to gathering his books.

"I guess so." he said, bending down to pick up his bag. Several strands of hair fell down over his shoulder as he moved, and for the first time I noticed how long it was. It stretched down to his midriff. I'd never seen a man with hair so long and wild before. I think if I'd ever tried to touch it my fingers would be lost in it's locks forever.

Mesmerized, I found myself reaching out to do just that. I caught myself and retracted just as he straightened again.

"Could you tell me how to get to the entrance from here?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, just head out, go up the stairs and take a left. The double doors should be right there. Do you ride a bus?"

He shook his head and slung his bag over his shoulder. "Walker."

"But it's storming out there!" I said, looking outside. I could barely see out onto the sidewalk from in here. "Won't you get lost?"

But he was already out the door by the time I looked back, alabaster mane and all. I blinked once and sighed. It couldn't be helped, I guess, and gathered my own belongings. I needed to get home and feed my husky, Fenrir.

Alison was patiently waiting for me outside the classroom door with a sincerely apologetic look on her face. I already knew what was up.

"Go ahead, I don't mind the walk." I smiled brightly. "You know I love the rain."

She looked at her feet. "I'm sorry. The moms are in a hurry and don't have time to drop you off and I still gotta go meet Yari at the game shop..I'll make it up-"

I grasped her shoulders. "Alicat," I said, using her nick name. "Don't. Worry. About it. Okay?"

She nodded and slowly made her way outside to the car. With a beep, they were off and I was headed the opposite direction.

Looking back, I'm not sure whether not getting a lift home was a really great thing or terrible luck...

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp, here's chapter one! :D

Alison Okayama belongs to my DeviantArt friend, AliAmiUmi. Hope you don't mind I put her in!

Yari belongs to InvaderBekk, another DeviantArt friend. Again, hope you don't mind! Let me know if youns don't like it, kay?

And uh...that's it. I'm not too big on the whole "author comments" thing...

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Are you still reading? God damn you guys are curious. Okay, here's a teaser:

"Bakura!"

...I'ma bitch. XD