Hey. Don't know if any of you are gonna actually read this story and think it worth your time, but chapter 2 is up!

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Chapter 2: What the hell

Finally stepping out of the dark and cold airport, beaming sunlight and warm fall air bathed Yami as a small breeze gently pushed against her, causing her hair to ever so slightly dance in the wind. Breathing in slowly, she looked around. The letter said that the school ride would be here to pick me up, she thought to herself. I wonder if I'll miss…what in the name of hell and devil himself is a car like that doing here! She gazed in amazement as a sleek black limo (fully polish as if it was from one of those car advertisement ads), with small red and gold flags waver in front of the car, came into view. As the limo came closer, Yami gasped. A scarlet shield, boarded with shining gold, was at the middle of the grilles. Upon the shield, marked a golden eye as silver chips dotted around. It was the shield symbol that represents Domino Academy, the school Yami was going to.

What, but…but that can't be the school ride, right? I mean, I now it is a fine school and all but a limo?! You got to be kidding me. As if god wanted to answer, the limo parked right in front of her. As the window scrolled down, Yami came face to face with a stern but kind looking man wearing a tailor coat. He had shoulder length purple hair, rather bronze skin, and sharp, chocolate brown eyes. His face, much liked Yami's, had narrowed features.

The man gave her a small smile as he stepped out of the car. "Hello, I suspect you are Moutu-sama?" he asked kindly. Yami, on the other hand, who was still in such shock, only nodded her head. "Well, my name is Mahado Majishan, and I will be your driver from now on. Please, allow me to take your bag so you can sit more comfortably inside the limo." He offered, all while gesturing toward Yami's worn out sports bag.

"Tch. I thank you for your offer but I can take care of my own things, I am a teenager after all." Yami snapped back at him, voice drowned in sarcasm, her front kicking in. he looked surprised for a moment, but then, to Yami's own surprise, smiled. "Very well, My Lady." He responded with a deep bow and a slight teasing voice. Yami, giving another huff, open the door and gracefully slide in. Closing the door behind her, she looked down as she scolded herself. How could you! A voice inside seemed to yell. He was only trying to help! How are you going to make friends with an attitude like that? Say you're sorry!

I am sorry. The words that was so unfamiliar. The words that Yami have not spoken in six years. She looked up just in time to see the limo passing a very large city. She gulped silently, guilt rising inside of her.

"Majishan-sama …I …um..." I am sorry. She could say it in her head perfectly, so why can't she say it aloud? "I …won't need your stupid assistance after today, so just back off afterwards, okay, shrimp?"

Nice going idiot, you just had to say that didn't you? Stupid fucking pride.

Much to her expectation, Mahad didn't seem angered or sad, in fact he just laughed as if he was a small boy at a circus.

"What is so funny?" Yami snapped, eyes narrowing. Ignoring the question, Mahado merrily gave a smile that Yami could not see and said: "please look outside, Moutu-sama."

Crimson orbs widen as they darted out the window. Yami let out a small gasp. They were heading toward the most majestic and beautiful school Yami ever seen. The white castle-like school was enormous. The stone wall surrounding it was also pearly white while the large pair of gates was the rich color of gold. The roofs of many towers were a scarlet red or glass. Along the entrance, red roses and neatly cut pine trees lined to the side. Fountains decorated the courtyards and free areas as blossoms and plants were planted orderly in a pattern. Many limos were lined up in a straight row to the side.

"Welcome to Domino Academy, Moutu-sama."Mahado announced. They drove through the gate and parked right next to the other limos. "Well, shall I take your bag to your new dorm while you go to the main office to get your stuff for the trimester?"

"Tch. Like I said, I can take care of my own things. So bug off, asshole." Yami said with impatience. Ugh. Curse myself and that damn blasted pride. Mahado merely smiled and bowed. As she watch Mahado drove away, longing and guilt rose up within her. Suddenly, loud chimes of a bell awaken Yami of those feelings. She turned and though a bit nervous, stride quickly toward the main building and up the marble stairs. Coming to a pair of large red fine oak wood doors, she took a breath and swung it open.

The grand halls were to first to meet the tri-colored hair teen. The roof was as tall as the ones in the airport. White walls and gold lining were done in an orderly fashion as cherry wood doors, with gold signs all above them, lined up. Elegant lamps, plants, and picture decorate the halls as a large crystal chandelier hang. Off to the side, grand staircases could be seen. The elegant floors sparkled and shined as red carpets show the way toward many exits.

Making her way through, the teen finally came to the door with the sign that labeled "office" hanging over it. Pushing the door open, an empty Gothic drawing room greeted her.

"Hello is anyone there?" she asked looking from right to left.

"Why hello, Yami-girl, we have been expecting you for quite some time. "A foppish and teasing voice rang through the room. Narrowing her eyes, Yami tried to pinpoint the voice, but it seemed as if it was coming from everywhere. "Where are you, coward? In case you don't know, I'm not one for games." she muttered temper rising impatiently.

"My, my, is that how you address your new headmaster?" the voice asked with a chuckle. "Very well, open the third door to your left." Cautiously, Yami obeyed. Looking right in front of her, she came face to face with a man whose right eye was beneath his long white hair sitting behind an overly large desk. "No need to be that alerted, Yami-girl. Heh, heh, oh and by the way I am the headmaster here, Maximillion J. Pegasus."

Yami growled a little, but let it pass. Swallowing as much pride as she possible could, she gave a curt nod in acknowledgement. "I am here to get my stuff." She said stiffly. "In a hurry, I suppose?" the man laughed. Again Yami growled but kept quite. "My, my, aren't you feisty, eh? Alright here are your -sama" he called as a woman with long black hair and sea blue eyes walked through and handed Yami a heavy and overly large parcel, information about the school, her schedule, her dorm key, house and number and a map of the school. The teen gave the woman a curt nod in thanks and turned around and walked toward the exit. When she was about half way to close the door, the headmaster spoke up. "You're family must be really disappointed in you" the teen whirled around, her face betraying nothing, but her crimson orbs reflecting Yami's bewilderment. Pegasus, either completely oblivious or just use to having use people stare at him like he had grown another head, continued. "And don't let the students here bother you or become your family too much." Yami, finally snapping out of her shock, gave the headmaster a piercing glare and stride away quickly before he could say anymore.

Exiting the main building, Yami sat down on the marble stairs. Setting down the parcel and her sport bag, she examined the map, but it wasn't too long until she started to become unattached. You're family must be really disappointed in you, Pegasus had told her. There is defiantly something fishy about that guy. What did he mean by that? Does he know about my past? And above all, what in the chances of god damn lady luck cause them to give me a full scholarship to a place like this? Yami's head pounder these questions for a couple more minutes until Yami shook her head, as if trying to wake herself. Oh whatever, it doesn't matter, at least for now.

…..

Scarlet Lilies house, room 657, floor level 48. Looking up, Yami felt as if her heart fell into her stomach. The elegant marble tower in front of where she stood that was supposedly her "house" had to be at least 425 feet stumbling, Yami made her way in. Stepping in she looked around. It was almost exactly like the main building, except smaller and everything was in a shade of red and instead of a variety of flowers in the vases, they were only blazing spider lilies. Only a few students were in the lobby, which Yami avoid easily. Climbing up the grand staircase, Yami finally made her way to floor 48 which appeared to be the top of the tower. The teen walked on until she came upon the door with the sign that labeled "room 657" hanging over it. Grasping the scarlet door knob, she plugged her key in the key hole and gently pushed it open. Her eyes wandered a little, expecting to see more of that fancy Victorian style, but she didn't.

Instead she met a modern looking guest room. Oh yes, still elegant, but much more modern. A large window, almost covering the entire wall, showed a magnificent view of the school and valley. A simple light but yet finely carved wood coffee table stood in the middle of the room, which a vase that held scarlet flowers sat upon. Surrounding the table, white coaches and a large flat screen TV decorated the light wood room. Walking in, she gently peeked in to one of the doors that were lead from the drawing room. It was the bedroom. The white tile floor was covered by a fuzzy-looking gray rug. Small bright red cushions and pillows circled a small, similar colored table. Three, five sided, pink boxes were nailed to the wall to act like shelves. on either side to them two neat red desks were seated. A modern wardrobe was off to the side with a window that was large enough to crawl through. A bunk bed, with orange cabinets was against the wall. While the top bed was neatly folded and looked unused, the bottom bed looked just messy. The covers were tossed around, different outfits hung here and there. Posters of popular male singers hung from the walls as many earrings were tossed here and there. Looks like I got a roommate. Yami concluded. Walking over, she climbed up the silver ladder and swung her legs on to the pink silk covers. Lying down onto her white pillow, she beguine to unwrap the parcel.

After discovering a couple thick textbooks, two pink coat, two white oxford shirt, a blue tie, and two blue pleated skirt, some writing supplies, notebooks (five starred), and a small flip cell phone, Yami moved on to unpacking and organizing her stuff. Just then, a soft click could be heard as the door outside was pushed open. Laughter and footsteps filled the once peaceful dormitory as a group of teens made their way in. Raising a thin eyebrow, Yami turned her head toward the noise just as a girl walked in.

The girl looked much like second year. With wavy honey blond hair and lavender eyes she looked absolutely gorgeous. The girl's delicate face was shocked at first, but quickly turned into a friendly expression.

"Hello. You must be my new first year roommate that the school informed me about, right?"

"Hn." Was all the girl got for an answer as Yami being to hang her clothes that she brought from her home.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, my name is Mai Kujaku, but you can just call me Mai. So what is yours?"

"Yami," she said shortly as she turned around.

"Oh that's a nice name… if you need any help with anything, I'll be glad to lend a hand you kno…WHAT IS THAT?!" she all of a sudden screamed, scaring the wits out of the tri-color hair teen. Following 'Mai's shaking finger, her eyes came upon her own stack of clothes. Turning back around, she raised an eyebrow toward the blonde.

"What do you mean?" Yami asked, clearly having not the slightest idea what her new roommate was talking about. Ignoring Yami's question, Mai raced over faster than a hare and unfolded a black and fading gold jacket that was sitting on top of the stack while gaping.

"Why what?" Yami demanded, growing impatient. She was beginning to feel uneasy.

"Why in the world, are there boy's clothes in my bed room?!" Mai finally managed to say, bewildered. Face palming, Yami muttered curses to herself, trying to not get angry, before talking in the calmest voice she could manage, "those are my clothes that you are calling boyish." Though Yami had manage to accept the words tough, mean, strong, dangerous and all the other rubbish that was use to describe her, she never quite accepted to be thought as boyish. She remembered her first time being called it by two boys from an enemy gang during her survival years. She had practically erupted and by the end of her lesson on never calling a girl boyish, the boys had earned themselves nine scratches, one bloody nose, three black eyes, five jammed fingers, two twisted arms and a couple of broken toes.

"These are your clothes?! Oh you poor thing! I HAVE to take you to the mall soon!"

"Mai, who are you talking to? We have to leave soon! " A song like voice rang down the hall.

"Coming!" Mai called out as tossed the jacket back into the pile. She quickly changed into a plum-colored satin dress and a rhinestone-encrusted evening purse and practically ran out the door."Don't worry, I'll show you around tomorrow, honey." She called behind her and left before one could retaliate.

Rolling her eyes, Yami gave a heavy sight, nothing was going as planned.

A girl should be 2 things classy and fabulous – Coco Chanel

Don't know about that, but, hey it's my favorite quote. Anyways, just two get this out of the way, I don't own anything in Yugioh and the school uniforms based off of the school uniforms in Yugioh too. The school was based off this anime called Ouran High School Host Club. Anyways, thank you for reviewing guy. You're my saviors. And if this crappy chapter drives you off, I still thank you guys, and also the other people who had viewed. And to those who are into really good rated M books, The Dragon's Rose is a crime not to read. Thanks again!

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