Alright, so I realized that I didn't go over any vocab stuff last chapter so I'm putting it all in this one. If ever in future chapters you need to double check or you get confused about a term, just look at the beginning of this chapter.

Japanese Terms:

Sama – very very very important title, to a lord or a master

San – like Mr. or Mrs. Honorable in everyday situations

Kun – informal title of, usually, a guy who is your friend, bud, peep, pose

Chan – cutesy, like for a girl

And, although it should be pretty clear from the text (of course tell me if it isn't), here is something to put you in perspective:

Angel Hierarchy: (strongest to weakest) Seraphim, Cherubim, Thrones, Hashmallim, Virtues, Powers, Principalities, Archangels, Guardian Angels. (I know, I know, I thought Archangels would be like the biggest! But they're not. Cool, huh? Thank Wiki for all this btw)

Demon Hierarchy: (weakest to strongest (just because I like to confuse you)) Soldiers, Marshals, Great Marshals, Knights, Presidents, Great Presidents, Count, Great Count, Dukes, Great Dukes, Marquises, Great Marquises, Princes, Great Princes, King. (Redundant, huh? Blame Wiki. I know exactly what you mean, what about Great Knights? What about those? Again, blame Wiki. I might just drop the whole "Great" classes, in fact I just did.)

I know it's only been a week but I want to get this story off and I'm leaving for a week tomorrow so here ya go. A nice and crispy new chapter.

This Chapter is sponsored by Wiki. You know what that is. Now its time to wiki it up and move on to some super sweet reading.


Chyaputa 2: Personification

1. The act of personifying.

2. Inanimate objects or abstractions endowed with human qualities or are represented as possessing human form

3. Artistic representation of an abstract quality or idea as a person.


"Couldn't you have picked a human skin that is a little less… conspicuous?" Yugi asked delicately, examining Bakura's new human look. The angel had selected a very exotic human form. He had wild white hair cut just below the ears and rich copper skin, which was extremely uncommon in the human countries this far east. This particular body was tall with a stern teenage build, sort of imposing and threatening.

"Yeah? And what about you?" Bakura answered fiercely.

"What about me?" Yugi questioned. His human body was, to be frank, short. He barely came up to Bakura's chest, thin with a round young face, large purple eyes and light creamy skin. To top it all off, he had black hair with a reddish tint and messy golden bangs. "I was going for low-profile," Yugi explained.

He looked quite ridiculous in Bakura's opinion.

"You're short," Bakura commented bluntly, squinting at his superior as if Yugi was so far away he could barely see him. "The humans are going to beat you."

"They will not," Yugi insisted. "They're not as boorish as you think."

Bakura scoffed.

"I can't believe, in all your life times, you've never been to the human world before," Yugi stated.

"Yes, tragic," Bakura drawled. "And I'm surprised the Council gave you such a crap mission. Hashmallim never get ordered to go to the human world. You're usually fighting up there with the powerful folk."

Yugi shrugged. "I don't mind. I'll take a station in the human realm over a command at the battlefield any time. I've seen enough of that… side of society," he finished lamely.

Bakura wasn't paying enough attention to his comrade to notice the hurt in his eyes. "We're staying here?" he questioned scanning the small room critically. "It's a dump."

"This is one of the houses I stayed at on my missions when I was an Archangel," Yugi explained, sitting down on the bed in the corner. "The human who owns this place believes I'm his grandson, we're living upstairs in a Game Shop."

"If you're this guy's grandson, then who am I?" Bakura questioned.

Yugi tapped the side of his head, thinking. "I think you're my… cousin."

"Yes, you can see the family resemblance," Bakura scoffed.

Yugi shrugged. "Just say you're my, um… what are those called again? Second cousins or something. Your room is right next door." Yugi jumped off his bed and into the hall outside the room. "Yeah, right over here." He pointed a doorway across the hall.

Bakura grumbled to himself, shuffling into his room. It was about the size of Yugi's with old light blue carpet and pealing white walls. "Where's Kaiba's room?"

"Um, Kaiba-kun doesn't live here," said Yugi walking into Bakura's room and examining it. "He's already got a permanent station in the human world, remember? That's how he was able to come down before us and set up our living conditions. He's staying at his house downtown. For security purposes our human identities aren't supposed to know each other but we might see him at school. Oh! I almost forgot." Yugi reached into his pocket and pulled out a slick black object and handed it to Bakura. "This is so we can keep in touch."

"What the hell is it?" Bakura questioned, glowering at the thing in his hand.

"A cell phone." Yugi pulled out his own object exactly like Bakura's only it was a powdery blue, not black. "There's a communication crystal inside so we can always located each other, and we can also use them as normal human cell phones." Yugi slipped his technology back into his jeans pocket. "Our biggest danger will be those demons that are guarding the energy supply."

"But you can handle them," Bakura replied coolly, still examining his cell phone with distaste. "You being all-powerful."

"We still want to avoid confrontation as much as possible," Yugi insisted. "Your job will be to try to find out which humans are actually demons without letting them know who you are. If you find one, don't approach it," Yugi reminded him sternly. "Let Kaiba and I handle it."

"So I'm useless, right?" Bakura growled, finally placing the cell phone into his pocket

"That's not true, we need you." said Yugi truthfully.

Bakura could not have been laden with more doubt.

"Kaiba's going to see what he can find out at his station, he'll be handling the human information network, seeing if that gives us any leads. My job will be trying to find the energy supply, which will probably be next to impossible," Yugi admitted with a small smile. "Oh, and we should leave for school in… fifteen minutes," he said, glancing at his watch.

"School?" Bakura questioned suspiciously.

Yugi frowned. "Don't tell me you didn't read the information on human daily life that I gave you," Yugi groaned.

Bakura took a moment to think. "That thing you gave me right before we left?"

"Yeah," said Yugi obviously.

"Oh…" Bakura turned toward the stairs.

"You did read it, right?" Yugi asked again.

Bakura paused. "I skimmed it…" he admitted with a careless shrug.

"Bakura!" Yugi exclaimed, running to catch up with him. "How are we supposed to blend in if you don't know what your doing!?" Yugi exclaimed. "You'll blow our cover!"

"Hell, freaking relax, will you? Like humans are even smart enough to notice," Bakura scoffed.

"The humans might not but the demons sure will! They'll be keeping an eye out for suspicious people." Bakura shrugged and clamored loudly down the stairs.

"Then we'll find them sooner, now won't we?" Bakura responded coldly. Yugi grabbed his friend's arm fiercely, stopping him in his tracts.

"That's not funny Bakura." Yugi was suddenly very serious. Bakura stopped trying to walk away but didn't look at the shorter angel. "This isn't a game. Those demons can kill you."

"I know," Bakura growled and ripped his arm out of Yugi's hold. Yugi looked somewhat hurt. "Stop freaking out, I'll keep my head down. I read most of that useless information anyway."

"Bakura!" Yugi exclaimed. "Don't scare me like that! And you'll probably want to get into your school uniform," Yugi suggested, tossing his friend a pair of clothes. "All students have to wear one."

Bakura rolled his eyes. "Why the hell are we students anyway?" he accused, stomping moodily back up the stairs to get on his school uniform.

Yugi scrambled after him, trying to keep up. "The Council managed to track down the energy supply to somewhere in this city, specifically in the area around Domino High School. This is the best way to infiltrate the area and search for the energy supply without suspicion," Yugi explained logically. "Besides, all the teacher positions were taken."

"Fine. Let's just get this over with," he grumbled and shut the door to his room rather loudly.

Yugi sighed, leaning up against the wall as he waited for his friend.

Not two minutes later, Yugi heard an anguished cry from inside Bakura's room. Yugi jumped off the wall in surprise.

"Bakura-kun! What's going on?" Yugi questioned.

He was answered as the door slammed open. Bakura stood there, in the doorway, very naked.

"You know," Yugi began, gazing carefully up at the ceiling, "Humans don't usually go around with their clothes off."

"What the fuck is that?" Bakura demanded. He was pointing down at himself.

Yugi glanced down, then back up at the ceiling again, trying to hide the fact that his ears were going pink. "You mean… that?" Yugi pointed.

"Yes, that. What is that? I didn't fucking have that when we left Heaven!"

Yugi groaned, putting a hand up to his face to hide the lower half of his vision. "Bakura-kun, you're in human form now. That's what a human body… looks like."

Bakura scowled, unhappily. "What the hell does it do?"

Yugi's face was burning behind his white hand. "Well, Bakura-kun, you chose to be a male human, remember? So I'm sure you know that humans need to… reproduce to exist or else they'd all die out…"

"What?" Bakura went from annoyance straight to full-blown fury. "This is mating? Why the hell do I have it? The Council doesn't expect me to- with these animals?"

"Use your head!" Yugi interjected, over the top of his hand. "We're in disguise! If someone noticed you didn't have certain… human features they'd get suspicious. You're not supposed to actually use it. You're not even allowed to use it, according to the Balance Laws."

Bakura squinted at his fellow angel. "Why are you holding your hand up to your face?" he questioned with suspicion.

"It's not polite to go around… unclothed," Yugi stated stiffly.

"You're telling me," Bakura scoffed, looking down. "Who'd want to? It's wrinkly and gross-"

"Bakura! Just- get- changed, ok?" Yugi squeaked very loudly.

"How am I supposed to walk with this thing?" asked Bakura. Yugi's face was boiling as he grabbed Bakura by the arm, shoved him back into the bedroom, slamming the door shut.

"Shit," Yugi breathed, falling back against the closed door. "This is going to be a long mission…" he groaned.

…)(-)-(Personification)-(-)(…

The teenager growled as his light lilac eyes examined the depressing, gray building looming up in front of him.

'Looks like a damn prison…' he thought darkly, brushing his platinum blonde hair away from his eyes. His light chocolate-colored skin was glowing in the light of the early morning sun. His handsome mouth formed a frown as he stared up at the terrible place.

A sick feeling wriggled inside of him. Somehow, Malik really couldn't explain why but he knew this year was going to be bad, really bad.

He didn't know why his sister had insisted upon them moving to Japan. He had left all his friends and familiar culture back in Egypt. Now he was in a totally different place, in a totally different country and he was probably the only person with dark skin around for miles. Malik couldn't have stuck out worse if he wore a large sign around his neck saying, "FOREIGNER, BEWARE!".

Then all the sudden, a large object slammed into him, interrupting his train of thought and disorienting him. Malik whirled around and spotted the person who had just rudely ran into him.

"Watch where you're going, jackass!" Malik snarled angrily, brandishing a fist. The other turned around to look over his shoulder; his golden bronze skinned face scowling.

They're eyes met for a brief second, Malik's glance catching on those dark violet orbs…

"Watch where you're standing, bastard!" the other growled threateningly before promptly storming away.

The guy had wild, shoulder length, white hair.

Malik stared after the intruder, face going slightly slack, his breath caught in his throat.

'Holy shit… that guy was fucking hot!' he exclaimed silently. His mouth broke out into a broad grin as he skipped in through the school gates.

Malik could feel it in his bones; this was going the best year of his entire life. He just knew it.

…)(-)-(Personification)-(-)(…

Jounouchi strode in through the school gates, alone. Ryou had thought it would be best if they came to school individually, that way they would cover more ground and it would help their secrecy. The schoolyard was buzzing with human student activity, groups of the species gathered in various clumps. When the obnoxious bell rang, all the students began to shift towards the building. Jounouchi followed the flow of humans in through the doors.

"Hey blondie, watch where your going!" a male voice spat as someone from behind shoved Jounouchi through the door. When Jounouchi spun around, he saw the large beefy looking teenager who had touched him and his bodyguards. The thugs laughed cruelly, punching each other in the arm stupidly.

"What did you say, asshole?" Jounouchi snarled. A fire lit behind Jounouchi's brown eyes. His shoulders twitched. The bullies looked up. Their laughter died as their small dim stares met the dangerous glint in the demon's eyes.

"Trying to pick a fight, blondie?" their leader sneered.

Jounouchi grinned cockily. "Funny, I thought you jerks already did. And as much as I would enjoy a bit of exercise before class starts, I've got better things to do."

The thugs were angry now. The crowd of students near the entranceway started backing away up against the walls, forming a ring around Jounouchi and the three bullies.

Jounouchi hadn't thought his first fight would come so soon. Turns out survival existed on all levels of organisms.

'Fine, fight with me.' The Count of the Kingdom of Hell could feel his hidden demonic wings stretch as though for flight. 'Just try it.' Jounouchi's hands were balled into fists at his sides, daring the bullies to come closer.

They looked as though they might even take him up on his offer, gathering close together as if ready for attack. There were three of them after all and only one of him. In the thugs dim brains that definitely put the odds in their favor. Of course, these stupid humans had no idea what they were actually dealing with.

"You idiots are crowding up the hall," a cold voice commented.

Jounouchi, the thugs, and rest of the students turned to see another figure step fearlessly out of the crowd. Jounouchi might have mistaken this brunette for a teacher if he hadn't been wearing a crisp blue student uniform, buttoned all the way up to his neck making him look especially stiff and upright.

His icy blue eyes drifted coldly over the scene. In one hand he gripped a silver metal briefcase at his side. "Go have brawl on your own time."

"Mind your own business, pretty boy!" one of the thugs shouted, the other two guffawed boorishly in support of their leader.

The brown haired teenager glowered at the thugs so intensely all three of them recoiled.

Jounouchi frowned. This human was going to get hurt if he kept sticking himself in other people's business. "You should probably step back. I'm sure you wouldn't want to get bruised."

The newcomer snapped his harsh ice blue eyes onto Jounouchi. It was surprising hard, though not impossible, to match the stare with equal force.

"I wouldn't bother wasting my time with you, garbage," the blue-eyed stranger drawled loftily.

Jounouchi's anger roared, his demonic core writhing. This guy pissed him off! "What was that, bastard?" Jounouchi snarled, taking a step forward.

The air between Jounouchi and the blue-eyed stranger crackled.

"Wait! Stop!" a voice cried. To Jounouchi's and thugs' great astonishment, a kid with reddish black spiky hair jumped out of the crowd and stood fearlessly right in the center of turmoil, hands outstretched in peace. "Please, don't fight! Just let it go and we can all go to class, okay?" The students lining the walls that surrounded the violent party looked suddenly anxious.

No one moved for a moment, Jounouchi's glare was still battling furiously with the blue-eyed stranger's.

Finally the center bully snorted. "Let's go. It's getting a little too crowded around here." Their leader gestured to his lackeys. "We'll finish this outside of school, eh, blondie?" he called over his shoulder. The thugs staggered away, still chuckling.

The cool brown haired teenager scoffed and then strode coldly away, pointedly ignoring Jounouchi. His silver metal briefcase banged into the blonde's leg painfully as he passed.

Jounouchi seethed with rage, the claws under his mortal disguise flexing. "The hell?" he demanded at the cool guy's retreating back. "Freakin' bastard."

The rest of the students slowly went back to their business, jostling and chatting like stupid humans do. Now it was only Jounouchi and this kid who remained.

"Sorry for stepping in," the human kid apologized, "I just didn't want you to get hurt."

'Who said I was going to get hurt?' Jounouchi cursed but kept it inside, this kid was trying to help him after all and Jounouchi couldn't make all the humans hate him in one day.

"Those thugs probably weren't worth it anyway," Jounouchi muttered, stuffing his hands back into his pockets moodily. "Not that I couldn't have taken them," he added.

The kid smiled and Jounouchi liked him a little better. "Um… by the way would you happen to know where room B14 is?" the human asked politely, looking down at his schedule.

The kid was so short. Jounouchi had to crane his neck to look at him properly. "Ah…no idea." Jounouchi looked down at his own list of classes. "But I think that's the room I need to find too."

"Really? Wow, what a coincidence! We can find it together then," the strange kid answered, suddenly cheerful.

"Yeah, sure," Jounouchi agreed with a shrug.

"I think… it might be this way, but I'm not sure," the kid muttered and turned to the left. Jounouchi followed him. "My name's Yugi, by the way," the kid added.

"I'm Jounouchi," Jounouchi answered.

"Nice to meet you, Jounouchi-kun," Yugi said offering a hand.

Jounouchi stared at it then slowly gave his.

"Ah, you too," he answered. "Say, are, ah, you supposed to be here? You look like you're in middle school?" Jounouchi questioned suspiciously. Yugi turned bright red.

"No, I'm in high school! I'm sixteen," he stated defiantly, large purple eyes fierce. Jounouchi actually laughed.

…)(-)-(Personification)-(-)(…

Bakura examined the humans as they swarmed into the classroom, his feet up on the surface of his neat human desk and the blue jacket of his school uniform left open and unbuttoned for comfort.

The class began. The human standing at front of the room wasn't wearing a student uniform and was older, a full-grown adult, probably on its way to dying soon. Humans were always dying off. Bakura assumed this elder was the instructor. This was a place of learning human policies, wasn't it? Bakura couldn't quite remember, he hadn't read Yugi's information very thoroughly.

As soon as the instructor human started talking, Bakura closed his eyes. Silently he spread his tiny threads of influence through out the students, feeling the light of each of their souls, feeling the amount of spiritual awareness each had.

He wasn't completely sure how the Council expected him to find these demons in disguise. Sure, he was extremely sensitive to auras but if angels could hide their presence surely demons could as well. Even with his ability it would take Bakura a while to figure out if someone was a Higher Being in disguise or just a regular human with a slightly powerful aura.

He briefly scanned the class for anything unusual.

There, Bakura's eyes snapped opened. He felt an abnormally strong aura near the front of the room. Bakura glanced up, but it was only to see Yugi.

Bakura slouched back into his seat and that's when he saw him.

Sitting at the desk next to Yugi, the stranger's long, uncared for hair hung like lifelessly white curtains on his head, hiding his face from Bakura's view. His skin was almost as pale as his hair. Yugi had already started a conversation with this pale as death human. The human turned and smiled politely in answer, a fake smile.

"Bakura, was it?" a severe voice snapped above him. Bakura's head tilted up, glaring at the wrinkly, frail human standing in front of his desk.

"What?" Bakura growled harshly, irritated at the interruption. The human instructor's eyes, if possible, grew narrower.

"Were you even trying to pay attention to the current lesson?" she crowed, long slightly hooked nose quivering dangerously.

Yugi and most of the other human students had turned in their seats to look at the troublemaker.

The pale adolescent human who sat next to Yugi turned as well.

Bakura caught sight of a pair of large brown eyes.

"No," he answered the human instructor curtly.

The human students around him gaped and whispered to each other, Bakura wasn't sure why, maybe it had something to do with the abnormal pulsing veins in the adult human's temples.

In the front row, Yugi seemed distressed.

"Well, do you think you could try to look as though you are paying attention?" the human instructor growled through yellow teeth.

Bakura squinted up at her. "No."

Fascinating. Bakura had not known an adult human's face could turn so many shades of red or that their eyes could grow so wide that they seemed about to pop right out of their head. The students around him snickered.

"Principal's office!" the human instructor squeaked, thin claw-like finger pointing threateningly at the door.

"The what?" Bakura questioned, honestly confused now. He really had no idea what a principal was. The instructor, however, seemed to believe that by raising her voice to a screech she could make him get out of her classroom sooner.

"Principal's office, now!" she shrieked.

If Bakura remembered any of the information that Yugi had given him, which wasn't much, it was that human students were practically at the bottom of the social ladder and therefore had to follow most orders from adult humans.

Bakura groaned. 'I hate going under cover.' Grudgingly he rose to his feet.

The sea of students around him was still chuckling. Yugi was covering his face in his hands, shaking his head sadly.

The pale human teenager was not laughing but stared at Bakura, making the Guardian angel feel thoroughly uncomfortable.

Then, with much shushing and prodding by the human instructor, Bakura was forced out of the mortal classroom. He had a brief glimpse of Yugi's disappointed look and the pale teenager's stare before the door was slammed shut behind him.

Bakura glared down the hall in both directions. 'What the hell am I supposed to do now?'

…)(-)-(Personification)-(-)(…

Malik had his fists stuffed into the pockets of his pants. First day of school and he was already being sent to the principal's office. His sister would have his head for this one. He turned the corner and found to his great surprise and delight, the very attractive white haired guy who had run into him outside the school gates this morning.

'Oh god… He's here… alone.' Malik's stomach did a little flip flop. 'Should I try to talk to him?' Malik wondered, trying his best not to gawk at the magnificent specimen of hotness standing right there in front of him.

Malik decided to take the cool indifferent approach. As casually as he could manage, he strode over to the bronze-skinned teenager, heart clogging up his throat. The other teenager had not even to noticed him yet.

"You lost?" Malik asked curiously. The other teenager suddenly looked up and stared blankly at Malik for a few moments, examining him skeptically.

Malik's insides trembled. 'God, he's so gorgeous.'

"I was ordered by the- to go to a… principal's office?" the gorgeous male stated uncertainly.

"Really? I was told to go there too," Malik commented mildly, trying not to let the eagerness drip through his voice. "I guess we could go together." The other glared at him dully but nonetheless followed Malik down the hall. They walked in silence for a few seconds. Malik had to nail his eyes on the path ahead of him to make sure he wouldn't keep staring at the other.

"Do I know you?" the bronze-skinned teenager questioned harshly as they walked.

Malik's head spun with dizzy excitement. 'Oh god, he remembers me!'

"We met before school, you ran into me," Malik reminded him.

"Oh," was the other's indifferent answer. They continued in silence for some moments again.

"I'm Malik," Malik greeted warmly.

"That's nice," the other teenager grumbled. Malik's face twitched painfully. More silence. God, was this guy unsociable!

"So… are you not from around here?" Malik asked casually, watching the other teenager out of the corner of his eye.

The other did not answer. He didn't even look up.

Perhaps he hadn't heard Malik's question. "Um, I said, are you not from around here?"

"I heard," the attractive teenager returned bitterly.

Malik panicked. Shit. He had offended him. Shit. "Oh god, sorry, I just- your skin color is, ah, you know, unusual around here. I mean, obviously not for me, but I'm from Egypt-" Fuck. He was rambling. He was just spilling out his life story right there. Fuck. This guy hated him. Malik felt a sickening dread fill his lungs.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you!" Malik said hastily, skipping awkwardly to catch up with the gorgeous, infuriated teenager. "Um, the principle's office is that way," Malik pointed out weakly.

The attractive male, finally, listened to Malik's words and moodily turned in the direction Malik had indicated.

Malik, with an awful weight in his chest, followed after him. Maybe silence was best at the moment; Malik didn't want to seem like he was too pushy or too eager to get to know this delectable looking object.

They arrived at the principle's office and both sat down on the bench outside his door to wait for their impending lecture. Malik stared very determinedly at his shoes, trying to find something witty yet kind and repentant to make up for the supposedly rude comment he had said earlier. Malik opened his mouth several times but failed to speak.

"Bakura," the other muttered suddenly, not looking at Malik.

Malik's head shot up to attention. "Excuse me?" he asked politely.

"My name," his companion fixed Malik with a critical stare from his enticing violet eyes, "Is Bakura."

"Ah," Malik answered; his stomach gave an excited lurch again. "Cool," he gulped.

'Cool? Is that all you can say? Cool?' he cried silently to himself in his mind. 'Nice, real nice. Now he totally wants you.'

'Shut up,' Malik growled at his subconscious.

…)(-)-(Personification)-(-)(…

There he was again. Jounouchi felt his blood pressure rise. So far that bastard was in every one of Jounouchi's classes, always sitting there in the very back row, with his fancy metal briefcase beside him on the floor. Those emotionless blue eyes were aloof, bored as though he, unlike his fellow students, could afford not to pay much attention. He never even gave Jounouchi the slightest look of recognition as the blonde entered his classroom.

Jounouchi stormed over to the furthest seat away from the bastard and sat sloppily down into it. The teacher entered and Jounouchi focused his angry brown eyes upon the black board in front of him.

Who in hell did he think he was? Jounouchi snuck glances at the stiff brunette over his shoulder. The arrogant bastard. Jounouchi looked again. Had he even noticed Jounouchi was there? Surely he remembered him? Their meeting in the hallway that morning hadn't been that long ago.

"Jounouchi," a harsh voice snapped.

The blonde jumped, falling out of his chair. The students laughed as Jounouchi got clumsily back into his seat.

The teacher, a chubby balding man in his middle age, glared at Jounouchi reproachfully. "How nice of you to join us. Please stand up, properly this time," the teacher drawled. Jounouchi got warily to his feet, fully aware of the suppressed snickering around him. "Do you think you could do that problem on the board for me, since you have been paying such good attention to my lesson today?" the adult asked mildly, jabbing his fat finger toward the board. Jounouchi squinted at the board and he gulped.

'Shit,' Jounouchi cursed silently. 'He knows I haven't been paying attention!'

"Ah, I didn't quite understand while you were explaining it…" Jounouchi tried unconvincingly. The other students started to giggle again.

Jounouchi heard a distinct familiar scoff from the very back of the room.

"Idiot."

It was barely a whisper but Jounouchi's keen hearing caught it.

He spun his head around to see the brunette smirking cruelly at him. Their glares caught and tangled with each other for a second. Jounouchi's temperature rose considerably, hatred burning in his brain. He had to bite the inside of his lip to stop his demonic chemicals from building up.

"If you were confused about the material you should have asked," the teacher scolded smugly. "Otherwise how do you expect to learn?"

"Yes, sir," said Jounouchi through barred teeth. More students snickered.

"Sit down, Jounouchi," the teacher ordered. "Maybe that will teach you to pay attention more in my class." Jounouchi dropped back down into his seat, fuming with rage, eyebrow twitching.

…)(-)-(Personification)-(-)(…

The first day of school was boring for Atemu. Human world technology and learning methods had changed considerably since he had last been stationed down there but the rest of human society was the same.

The last period of the day, physical education, had ended. The teacher had chosen to kick the year off with basketball. Atemu and the many students around him now stacked their orange balls on the rack and headed back inside the school to change out of their gym uniforms.

Atemu was about to reenter the school when a commotion caught his eye. He turned again and saw three large, thick-looking teenagers who had chose to remain behind the rest of the class. The three large bullies had mean expressions on their faces as they surrounded a shorter student and began to throw stray basketballs at him.

"Hey shrimp, think fast!" one taunted. The ball hit the kid in the face and pushed him to the asphalt. The bully's fellows laughed.

Atemu frowned, disgusted by such primitive means of amusement.

"Hey," he called, moving away from the door and closing in on the bullies. The thugs looked up as he approached. "Class is over. I think you all should go inside now," he ordered sternly.

"Oh, look guys! A rescuer for the rescuer?" one of the thugs barked mockingly, fists tightening menacingly. "Meddling bastard. Don't stick you nose in things that don't concern you."

"Yeah," another added, grinning maliciously, "We've gotta little unfinished business with this pipsqueak."

Atemu walked calmly up to the bullies and stood in front of the student victim. "You shall not touch him," he commanded again.

The two cronies actually hesitated for a second but their leader continued to advance, grinning with crocked yellowing teeth.

"You two meddlers are going to learn a nice little lesson now. It's called 'keep out of other people's business-'" and without warning a fist smacked Atemu hard across the face, "Or you'll get hurt."

The blow actually sent Atemu to the ground, more out of surprise than out of sheer force. The kid Atemu was protecting squeaked. Atemu crouched on the asphalt for a few seconds, stunned by his encounter with human pain. That had hurt! He had forgotten how fragile human bodies were.

"Leave him alone!" the voice of the smaller student cried out. Atemu looked up to see the kid get up off the ground in defiance.

The thugs laughed stupidly. "Oh,how brave!" one of them teased cruelly. "Oooo, I'm scared now!"

"You should be!" a new voice that Atemu recognized announced. All three bullies turned to see Jounouchi jump dramatically onto the scene and stand right next to the shorter student. Atemu sighed, the blonde certainly liked to make an entrance, didn't he?

"'Eh look! It's blondie again!" one of the thugs cried. "Saves us the trouble of hunting you down."

"Oh, you remember me? I'm impressed. I didn't think your little brains could take the strain!" Jounouchi spat. The thugs sneered at the blonde belligerently. "I suggest you all back off before I break you all's faces," Jounouchi added seriously.

"I'd like to see you-" one of them began but was cut short as Jounouchi leapt up and kicked the center thug square in the face. The bully cried out in pain and all three fell back. "You broke my nose!" he shouted, blood spurting out of his smashed appendage.

Jounouchi grinned. "And I'll break more than that if you don't leave right now, assholes!" the Bleached demon threatened, brandishing his fists.

The bullies couldn't scamper away fast enough, tripping over each other as they dashed away back into the school doors.

Jounouchi laughed gleefully and then turned to his other two companions. "How was that?" the blonde asked grinning triumphantly and giving them a victory pose.

"Perfect," Atemu grumbled, spitting blood out of his mouth. He felt someone drop down beside him and looked up to see the student he and Jounouchi had protected. His wide purple eyes were full of concern as they examined Atemu's injury.

"I'm sorry," the student apologized. "This is all my fault."

"I'm fine," Atemu assured him carelessly. "It will heal." The kid placed one cool hand under Atemu's chin and Atemu winced.

"Sorry," the kid apologized again. "Here I'll-"

Like someone had just shocked Atemu with a bolt of electricity, there was a sudden sharp sting of pain in his wounded cheek. Atemu cried out and pulled away from the kid's hold, eyes watering.

'What the hell was that?' Atemu thought bewildered, shaking himself slightly, looking around for the source but saw nothing but Jounouchi and the kid in the area. 'That felt like… like magic for a second. But it couldn't be…'

The kid looked as shocked as he felt. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" the kid asked. Atemu stared transfixed at the kid for a second. Could it be that this human was…? But he couldn't.

"Atemu, Yugi, are you guys okay?" Jounouchi asked, looking confused.

"Yugi…?" Atemu questioned, turning to Jounouchi and then back to the kid. "You two have met before?"

"Yeah, he rescued me from a fight in school earlier today," Jounouchi explained, patting the kid named Yugi on the head.

"He rescued you?" Atemu questioned. Yugi grinned and Jounouchi shrugged.

"Ok, so he stopped me from pummeling a guy," Jounouchi admitted carelessly.

Atemu grinned. "That sounds plausible."

"You're name is Atemu?" Yugi asked curiously, those purple eyes blissfully oblivious, like most humans were.

"Yeah," Atemu answered uneasily, studying this human with new interest. Yugi smiled warmly. The action looked sincere even to Atemu's experienced eye.

Atemu put a hand up to his wounded face. 'Maybe I just imagined that sting…' he thought.

"I'm sorry you got hurt because of me," said Yugi again.

"It's alright," Atemu brushed off.

"Well, come on. Let's at least get Atemu to the nurse's office," Jounouchi suggested.

Yugi got up and offered Atemu a hand. Atemu hesitated, suspicious thoughts circling his brain, but took the hand anyway.


…)(-)-(Personification)-(-)(…


I know. I know. Malik is amazing. I love him as much as I hate fingerprints on my pristine cell phone screen. And that, my dear friends, is A LOT!

Bakura is so freaking bad-ass. I would heart him, but then he'd stab me. (runs away)

Yes, that was a cliché bully taunting and beating up of Yugi. But the little guy doesn't mind. He can totally blast those guys into millions of Potato chips with like a twitch of his ear. Besides Yugi is as soft as Kaiba is hard to write, and that is A HELL OF A LOT!!

NEXT CHAPTER: Can you see the relationships forming? Well, you will . Bakura' got this nasty parasite problem. Yugi's singing in the rain. Jounouchi goes on a rampage of the living room. Ryou's pulling a Shikamaru, aka looking at pretty clouds.

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