Name: Yukio Hikari

Age: 14

Eye color: bright red

Hair color: silver Hairstyle: in a low ponytail

Cloths (normally): a pair of black jeans and a deep red button up top

Yugi, Yami, Marik, Malik, Bakura, Ryou, Anzu, Honda, Jounouchi, Otogi, and Kaiba were all sitting in their classroom when someone knocked on the door. The teacher opened the door and Yukio was standing in the doorway. Mrs. Sayaki read over the note the boy handed him and led him inside.

"Class, this is Yukio Hikari, would you please introduce yourself Yukio." Mrs. Sayaki said.

"My name is Yukio, I just moved here from United States and I listen to too much music and draw too much…" Yukio said shyly smiling cutely.

"Okay Yukio, take the seat next to… Ryou." Mrs. Sayaki said pointing at the other boy who blushed a little. Yukio took the seat and smiled at Ryou who was staring at him. When Yukio did that Ryou blushed and looked away. / Are all people here this shy? No one will even look at me… / Yukio thought looking around the room swiftly. He silently sighed and stared at the page the class was working on. / This'll be just like last time… Damn, why do I have to look like a freak/
After class

Nothing much had happened during class; though Yukio was becoming slightly depressed he kept a smile pasted on his face. He was packing all his stuff up when someone tapped his shoulder. He looked up o meet a pair of soft brown eyes.

"Um…hello Yukio, I'm Ryou, I was wondering if you weren't busy if you'd like to uh… hang out with me?" Ryou asked nervously. He really wanted to get to know Yukio, the way he smiling had been so kind and sincere.

"Sure, not like I was planning to do anything and I know absolutely no one here." Yukio said smiling and laughing lightly. "You can come to my place, almost everything is organized so it's not a disaster area or anything." Yukio suggested.

"Okay." Ryou said smiling. Once they had both packed up Ryou and Yukio walked out of the school. "So…you said you listened to a lot of music, what kind?"

"My favorite band is Nightwish, it's a weird band from Finland. As for a description of it… it's sort of a metal/opera. Weird I know." Yukio said slightly embarrassed.

"Cool, where did you live before this?" Ryou asked.

"A small town on the east coast, it was really nice." Yukio said happily. "It's kinda strange, I'm not at all Japanese but my name is and now I live in Japan."

"It is, I'm from England but I'm part Japanese, I was the new student before you." Ryou giggled. "So, why did you leave? You seem to have really liked it there."

"Oh…yeah I did but people there didn't like me… they finally got me to leave." Yukio said sadly. "Well, I live by myself, my parents died a few years ago, and at school no one liked me. I really had no real reason to stick around for the abuse they were giving me."

"I'm sorry, I'm sure you must be very lonely. Why didn't anyone like you? You seem very interesting." Ryou said.

"Oh, my hair and eye colors aren't exactly normal. Silver and red, it's weird and they just used it as a reason to make me their punching bag." Yukio sighed. "I was hoping moving halfway around the world would help me get away from it all." Yukio's breath caught in his throat and his eyes went completely blank before he collapsed onto the pavement.

"Yukio! Yukio? What's wrong?" Ryou yelled. Yukio's eyes showed absolutely nothing and he was barely breathing.

"I see you found my little doll, I'll have to be taking him now." An older man said. He had flaming red hair and cold green eyes. He was wearing a white suite and a white trench coat. He smiled nicely at Ryou before picking Yukio up. Yukio moved around a little trying to get away but in his current state he couldn't do much of anything. "I told you not to come home late, you're such a disrespectful little doll."

"What are doing to Yukio?" Ryou asked trying to keep him, voice stable. He knew the look of a completely cruel and sadistic person, Bakura used to be that way towards him. The look and feeling he was getting from this guy was even stronger than with Bakura…

"Hmm, Yukio belongs to me, it is nothing of your concern child." The man said coolly. "I suggest you stay away from him, he's just a tainted little doll." The glare Ryou received set a chill down his spine and he found himself unable to move as the man walked away.

/ No Yukio…what's going on/ Ryou thought. Once he became stable once more he took off running towards his house, he had to help Yukio. True he didn't know Yukio well but he knew it would just be cruel of him to let whatever was going on continue, he knew what it was like to be in a helpless situation like that.