Bakura; So wait...let me get this straight; Rose is telling you what to write and people are actually reviewing this?

Me; *Sighs* Yes.

Bakura; You just got back from the shadow realm because you said you didn't want to write her story anymore..

Me; Yes.

Bakura; And you're thinking this is better then any fanfic you've done before...

Me; No, I said it was a more improved story - all my stories are good...sorta...

Bakura; *Looks at Rose* Well done,

Rose; *Smiles and nods* Thank you,

Rose; I'm NOT Kazuki Takahashi, so how the hell could I own Yugioh? If I owned it - it would be waaay more evil and Bakura would win ALL THE TIME!

Me; -_-...*Sighs* I do not own Yugioh...

Chapter 2 - Confusion

The morning began differently then I was routine to; Ak was cooking breakfast instead of my grandmother, who used to cook something close to what seemed presentable to what they should eat instead of simple eggs and bacon with toast. Yami was in the living room fully dressed and readied for the day alike myself, only he wasn't quite as school-prepared as I was. He sat on the couch wearing a black long sleeved shirt that clung to his upper body, and navy blue leather pants with socks. Every few minutes he would set a hand through his tri-colored hair and sigh, reading some of his school books.

I sighed, today I wore a pink jacket that was buttoned, a white shirt with a short collar, a medium sized blue bow and a matching mini skirt and shoes. A silver and red bracelet around my wrist. I don't think a vampire could look any more ridiculous…. I walked over to the couch and leaned over Yami's shoulder to get a better look at what he seemed so frustrated about.

I wanted to laugh, but didn't. "You're confused about history?" I asked confusedly.

He jumped a little, startled at my unexpected voice. He looked back after a few seconds of calming himself, and I felt a certain sisterly satisfaction for startling him. Dunno why. "Uh…yeah, I'm just confused about…crowns…and some other stuff…" He was embarrassed by telling me, being I was partly a stranger to him. But I understood, the feeling was sort of mutual.

"Well," I looked at the book. "Maybe I can help - I learned some history a while back. What's this crown?" I asked, pointing at a blue crown the great Pharaoh's wore during a war, I covered the name and lettering with my pale, smooth hands.

"Uh…." It took him a few minutes before he could answer. "Upper Egypt…?" Was he seriously guessing?

"Nope," I removed my hand from the name and he sighed. "War Crown."

"Oh…."

I grinned. "No worries, Yami. I'll help ya out - "

"Breakfast!" Ak shouted from the kitchen and Yami immediately shut the book, smiling hugely at me afterward.

"After breakfast." He told me, jumping over the back of the couch and walking into the kitchen.

…. When does breakfast overlap - oh, right, he's human….forgot. Breakfast had better not taste like burnt dirt or I will start to complain.

Breakfast was silent as dinner had been last night, and thankfully the meal didn't taste as bad as I was used to. The only human food that appealed to me in the best/smallest way was plain, home made vanilla ice cream like my grandmother used to make when it got too hot. Which seemed every day back then - oh hell, it was every day back then.

I helped Yami with his history as best I could with the few brief minutes we had left before leaving for school, trying not to seem smart or snotty about it. Then we left for school, something I wasn't completely used to - I usually ran to school unless my grandmother wanted to drive me.

Today was cloudy and raining as it had been last night, and I was thankful. This was something I would easily get used to, in Egypt it was much harder to hide myself from the sun, so I'd always wear long shirts, jeans and hats - which almost burned me alive 'cause of the heat. But believe it or not I liked the heat - not to that extreme, but I liked warm things like hot drinks, food, sun light. It was something to distract me from the constant ice I felt. But of course, I was accustomed to it.

The ride to school was silent, and I was so very thankful to see my new school once we finally pulled into the parking lot. It was full of sport cars, trucks, some vans here and there, this I was already used to. Once we parked I stepped out of the front seat at a human pace, my black short-heels making a small 'click' sound as I stepped onto the parking lot. I stared up at the school as Yami exited from the back seat, going to stand beside me. I felt more then saw his grin. "Happy to see your new school?"

I nodded with a slight grin. "Yeah…it's…." I wasn't speechless, I just seemed that way. I was thinking 'marvelous', but that would probably make me seem too obvious.

"I know," he agreed, not fully understanding just how happy I was.

"C'mon," I told him, then gave a quick glance at Ak, who watched us from the drivers seat with a grin. "See ya after school…..dad." Uh! NOT used to that yet! But he smiled at my obvious effort, he knew it was going to take a while until I got used to calling him that. How he knew that, I didn't know.

"See ya dad." Yami told him simply, expectedly used to saying that, of course.

He waved at us. "See you two later," I could hear the satisfaction of saying 'two' instead of 'you' for once, it must've been so hard for him. He had two children and only raised one. How exactly did I even wined up living with my grandmother? She'd never told me…..I would have to bring up that conversation later with Ak or Yami.

I sighed and turned back to the school with a grin - oh what the hell? My eyes widened, my mouth dropped open and if my heart were beating it would've skipped a necessary beat. The familiar scent and sight of someone swayed through my senses... That strange beautiful guy last night who said he was like me, no…maybe I was dreaming…but, I NEVER DREAMT! I only saw visions - and those don't count!

I froze completely, staring at the dark brown eyed teenager dressed in a long sleeved black and white stripped shirt and a navy blue leather jacket and pants.

"Rose?" Yami asked, going to stand in front of me with a concerned look at my sudden shock. "You okay?"

I blinked and snapped back from the memories last night when I'd met my nameless victim, then I found myself looking at the worried violet eyes of Yami. "Oh! I'm….fine." I shook my head slightly, trying to concentrate. I was getting thirsty at the memory, that was BAD!

"You sure? I can call dad and have him come pick you up if you don't feel up to this just yet…" He was already pulling out his cell phone.

I shook my head, this time in denial. "No, no, I'm fine. Just a little….shocked - I'll get over it."

He looked unconvinced, hesitant too. "You sure?"

Why can't he just believe me and let it go? "Yes, lets get going." I didn't wait, I just walked passed him at human pace, almost stomping. What was that guy doing here? Was he just another student? Probably… Just stay away from him, Rose, and don't think of him, and you'll be fine… I told myself but doubted it once I said it.

There was a crowd of admiring girls suddenly staring at him as though he were the hottest movie star in the world. I even saw a gawking teenaged girl drool as she tripped over a bush, I rolled my eyes. He isn't that hot! Oh, that was a BIG lie, and I absolutely knew that.

Wait - no, it isn't, gah! Why am I arguing with myself? Screw it, he's good looking - that's it! He's good looking and nothing more….damnit, I need to stop lying to myself….. I allowed myself a quick glance at the handsome human, er, half human, only to gasp when I saw him smirking at me. I swallowed and looked away, toward the school.

"Hey, babe, miss me?" Spoke the familiar voice of Jonouchi, then I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders. I looked up at him with an almost bored look. He wore the same as Yami, navy blue leather jacket and leather pants, only his shirt was cream colored today.

"Indubitably." I answered, not exactly caring.

He laughed. "Sure your boyfriend doesn't mind my arm 'round ya?" He shrugged the arm around my shoulders, his breathing easy and even. Oh, he thinks he's hot, doesn't he?

"Nah - he'll beat you up maybe, but that won't hurt….a little." I warned teasingly.

He laughed, clearly unaffected and amused by my reference to him. "Oh, my girlfriend'll be pissed about that."

"And your boyfriend?"

"He'll cry a lot."

We walked into the schools main hallway and I sighed, glad I went out last night. The scent of the human blood was strong - but not unbearable to endure, I could manage, I managed to act normal at my old school. So that had to count for something.

Above our heads, hanging in the large hallway in bold lettering, was a large banner with a special design on it. BIG GAME THIS SATURDAY! DOMINO HIGH Vs. RIBBON ACADEMY;(1)

I blinked, a Duel game? Right.

Yami disappeared after I saw the banner, but I could tell he was going to class - for what reason I've no clue. Ah, wait…..

"Hey, Yami," spoke a girl with short brown hair and blue eyes, wearing the same outfit as I was. "hope you do good at the big game," she was smiling at him, sitting at the opposite desk.

Yami nodded, slightly blushing. "I'm gonna try…"

She smiled wider at him. "I know you'll do good."

Oh, it was about a girl! HA! Well, I'm in a better mood now! I'll be laughing all day!

Jonouchi gave me a complete tour of the school, and in all honesty - he was a bit irritating, he talked constantly, even if it wasn't about certain rooms in the school, certain students who were awesome at math, and so on. Mostly he just talked about the teachers and students, from Mr. James Bakura's art class - to one of his and Yami's best friends; Hiroto Honda.

Surprisingly only about twenty minutes had passed, and Jonouchi kept reassuring me our first class didn't begin until eight-oh-four since the teacher - Mrs. Shimsho - was usually late. So I just allowed him to tow me around school, the clock read seven-thirdly, so no worries….. Right?

When we walked into the surprisingly full cafeteria(2), I looked around at the chatting teens, the texting, laughing teens. I sighed and easily slid from Jonouchi's hold, crossing my arms and studying all the bewildered looks some gave me. I would've blushed, but couldn't. "Hmm…." I began walking, ignoring the eyes that stared at me. Maybe I frightened them. Maybe I was too weird for their liking. Either way, I didn't quite care at all. I sat at an empty table and set my backpack next to me, unzipping it and reaching in. I brought out my notebook with Egyptian symbols and small drawings I'd made on it. The Hieroglyphics said 'Peaceful Flower', the drawings were just little scribbles I'd done when I was bored.

Jonouchi sat next to me, eyeing the fellow students who watched. "Dang!" He looked around, then back at my confused gaze. "Everyone's staring at you like dhis is a fashion show!" He suppressed laughing, I just gave a doubtful look and rolled my eyes.

Like I even cared.

The day went on, I went to my first class alone since Yami and Jonouchi were juniors. It was enjoyable to be able to concentrate better without a bunch of morons constantly talking about their relationships - okay, they whispered to each other silently, but it wasn't unbearable. I just kept my attention on the board and ignored them as best I could.

The next few classes where almost unbearable due to my strange vampire/victim's sudden presence, his eyes were so wonderful I found myself staring at them instead of the board. He didn't seem to notice, but I knew he was aware of my gaze upon him. Every few minutes or so he would look out of the corner of his eye so quick it was almost impossible for me to see - BIG shocker - and he would smirk slightly to himself. I was suspicious now.

Finally, I walked into the cafeteria for lunch. Hopefully they didn't have something less….. burnt dirt tasting - oh, I'm just fooling myself.

"What's up?" A cool, tough voice asked from behind me. My eyes widened at the scent - oh Ra, not him!

I rigidly turned to him with misty eyes, my lips set. "Nothin', what's up with you?" I asked in little higher then a whisper, it was hard to act casual with his scent practically attacking my nose. I swallowed.

"Oh," he smirked. "Nothing, just wondering why my little attacker decided to join my school - "

"Shut. Up!" I whispered through my clenched teeth, I didn't care that he thought I was here for him - I'm not, but he can think whatever the hell he wants too - but he's dangerously close to revealing my secret in twos ways! First; The absurdly delicious scent of his blood was changing my posture and mood, second; He just probably rose suspicions when he said 'Attacker'!

He chuckled, clearly amused. "Don't worry, my little attacker, no one's listening to us; only looking and being misguided."

I blinked, confused. Ignoring his nickname for me, I suppose. "What….?"

He leaned in, close to my ear. "They think we're talking about dating each other, absurd rumors spread very quickly." He whispered lowly, so only I could hear. His cool breath brushed my neck, his own neck merely inches from my hidden fangs. I swallowed and held my breath.

"Definitely misguided then," I whispered, keeping my expression intact, his scent was driving me insane. But of course, it wasn't completely unendurable, the scent was more enjoyable to bear - like the scent of honey to bears, not quite the same, but still.

He pulled away, his smirk wider and his eyes revealing his amusement. When he spoke, there was slight snickering. "So have you come to kidnap me and use me for your own blood-source?" He asked, beginning walk. He set a hand on my arm, lightly pulling me along. Oh, what was he planning?

I gulped at the thought of him being my… I shuddered slightly and yanked my arm free, but still walked beside him. "No, I go to school to learn - not to….kidnap you." Or maybe I should misguide him, just to get him to go away.

He was walking toward the food tables, the smell smelt better then Ak's cooking - and it distracted me from the scent of this strange vampire/human slightly. But not completely, nope.

"Then why were you staring at me in class?" He was whispering, grabbing a tray and proceeding to put some food on it. Warm food. It smelt fantastic!

"I wasn't," I lied, grabbing a tray and putting some food on it. I had to play the part of being a human, food was of course one of the side plots to it.

"So if you weren't staring at me," he walked over to pay for his lunch. "then what were you doing? Reading my thoughts? Weakening me from a distance?" He was guessing now. He paid for his lunch and stepped aside for me to do so also, keeping silent until I was done.

Then we walked aside each other again, this time walking to a table. That gave me enough time to think up an excuse. We sat across from each other at the empty table, him grinning mysteriously like I had - only his looked far more dashing, more breath-taking - and me looking suspicious to hide my vigorous panic.

"Memorizing…. your look in case you decided to follow me home and was….. starving to steel my things. I live with family, I don't need you - a strange…. stalker like thing - endangering their lives as well as my….secret." I was making him sound like a stalker, and making myself seeming to have something to hide. It was better then saying the actual terms, at least. Far better and much less suspicious, well, a little less.

"Hmmm…" He took that in for a moment, taking a bite of a dumpling.

I let my words hang in the air as I unwillingly took a bite of some chicken, uge! It tasted horrible, but the scorching heat of it made it more enjoyable. I concentrated on the warmness of it instead of the dirt taste.

"So," he finally began, swallowing his bite of the dumpling. "what makes you think the….stalked would follow the stalker? It doesn't sound very realistic or intelligent, it sounds stupid, in fact. You're far more intelligent then that. Any other excuses you'd like to throw out? Or can you be more creative with it? It's a little harder to be convinced." He was serious now, the amusement disappeared from his features. He took another bite of a dumpling and waited.

I growled lowly, far too low for anyone to hear but him. I leaned in slightly, glaring at the moron. "Listen, I'm not trying to be rude like you are, I'm trying to explain to you that I'm not interested in you - I'm not here to kidnap you and I'm not trying to be involved with you. All I wanted was your…" I had to remember there were people around us, listening ears, watching eyes. "…your…. keychain," stupidest thing I've EVER said…. I began eating some rice, trying to use those impossible chopsticks! Why wasn't I looking when I decided to put food on the tray? Of all the things….!

"My keychain?" He repeated doubtfully, amused again. Oh, I hate being treated like this - he KNOWS!

I sighed, the damn chopsticks were impossible to use. I glared at him. "You know what I'm talking about," I growled as I struggled.

He smirked, nearly taking away my breath unexpectedly. "Yes, but it's funnier not too be totally obvious. You're cute when you're mad."

I balled my hand into a first, screw the chopsticks! "You're starting to get on my nerves…"

"What are you going to do? Take me where no one can find me and take my keychain?"

"I'm tempted."

He chuckled. "Just try,"

Oh, he's brave, is he? I tensed, no, I had to remember what was happening. I'm at school, surrounded by humans eyes and ears. And I wasn't thirsty, I still had self-control - I could manage and sustain myself, I'll just get up and walk away from him. Yes, seems easy, but it's far harder then that for some reason.

"Why are you trying to tempt me…?" I whispered. "You don't even know me…."

But he ignored my question and asked another. "Why don't we change that?" he was serious now. "What's your name?"

"Rosemary Montgomery - er, Mutou." I told him, I'd never introduced myself by my full name. I usually just said Rose. "What's yours?" I asked curiously, finally! I would know his name!

"Bakura Touzoku," he answered simply, eating another dumpling.

"Interesting…." I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I'd heard that name somewhere before. But where? "Very interesting..."

"You're fascinated by my name…?" He asked dubiously, but there was a strange edge to his voice.

"A little, I think I heard it before is all…" I shook it off, I'd figure it out later. I went to try and use those damn chopsticks again, then became embarrassed when I nearly poked myself in the eye.

"Having trouble eating human food, Rose?" He asked, and I jumped a little when he said my name. To think, just last night I was drinking his blood…..Ah! Don't think about that Rose, you're killing yourself here!

"Only a little, I've never used chopsticks before…"

"Here." He held out a spoon for me to take. "This might help."

I blinked and hesitantly took the spoon, feeling rather small and childish. "Thanks…." I murmured embarrassedly. The spoon helped hugely, and the rice was…well… I'm tired of describing how food tastes to my vampire taste buds, you get it by now.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw Yami and Jonouchi sitting at a table with a few other students, one of them was the girl I saw in my vision. Hey! That reminds me, why haven't I had a vision? I usually have them all the time…. Anyway, there was also some kid with brown hair pointed at the front, he wore, like every other boy in this school, a navy blue leather jacket and matching pants. His shirt, though, was white.

I never failed to notice Yami kept glancing in our direction, worried and a bit angry and suspicious. I didn't concentrate on their conversation, if I would've I could've heard what they were saying. In fact….

"You think that Touzoku guy is hitting on Rose?" Yami asked suspiciously, angrily almost but well hidden.

I turned back to my tray of food and ate some rice as I listened to their conversation, Bakura said nothing, maybe he was listening too.

"Don't dhink so, Yami, a minute ago it seems they were arguing 'bout somedin'." I could tell that was Jonouchi, his accent was too familiar to me. His mouth was a bit full though, of what it smelt like a meat sandwich. Didn't smell too bad, actually…hmm…

"Maybe they were arguing about which restaurant to go to," spoke a light female voice teasingly, then I heard a growl.

"Not likely, Anzu." Yami told her.

"Come on, Yami, she's fifth teen - she's old enough to date." Another voice reasoned, then I heard the crunch of someone biting into an apple.

"What did," his mouth was full, then he swallowed and continued. "your dad say?"

"He said to let her do what she wants….." Did Ak tell him that before or after I came? Most likely before. "But he didn't say anything about her dating some older guy, Bakura's like seventeen."

"He's in some of her classes though, his intelligence is probably hers too…" corrected 'Anzu' in a casual voice.

"Not helping," the other un-named male murmured to her.

"I think it's sweet," she commented, drinking something that smelt like lemonade. "I've never seen him sit with any of the girls at the school, he's always single - and Rose seems….like his type,"

"What's that suppose to mean, Anzu?" Yami demanded.

"Sorry, no offense….but…. she seems just like him…. It's kinda scary."

There was a short pause then Yami said. "They're nothing alike,"

"Um," The other male began, "She's…pale just like him, only she's a bit….paler, actually."

"She's not dhat pale, Honda. Few more weeks or so and she'll tan," Jonouchi assured, his mouth full again.

"I'm just saying," 'Honda' sighed. "If she spent the majority of her life in Egypt, shouldn't she already be tan, then?"

Then I sighed and decided to ignore the rest of the conversation, if they were going to talk about my looks - then I didn't care. I looked down at my tray and realized there was more then my human stomach could probably handle.

"Can you hear what they're saying too?" I asked Bakura, not looking at him.

"Yes, tough, but not as good as you probably can."

Suddenly I felt a tug at my stomach, my eyes widened. Oh Ra, not here! I stood abruptly, setting my hand over my mouth as it began to water.

"You okay, Rose?" Bakura asked seriously.

I didn't answer. I ran, but I knew I couldn't make it to the restroom in time. So I went outside where no one would be. I ran at human speed until I was out of the humans gaze, I quickly ran behind a bush and dropped to my knees.

I was gripping hand full's of grass, shaking. My hair was draped over my checks, but luckily I didn't throw up any blood on any strand of hair.

I gasped, panting slightly. How long was this going to happen?

"Rose?" Yami shouted as he walked out of the school, searching for me.

Jonouchi emerged from the school too, along with Anzu and Honda. "Rose!" Jonouchi finally spotted me behind the bushes. "Yami, she's over here!"

Now I have a vision? That doesn't make much sense….

I wipe my mouth quickly and stand, regaining my posture and trying to catch my breath. Yes, I breathe, but only cause it's like a habit to me, my kind. I quickly covered the bloody mess with grass and leafs so it wouldn't raise suspicion.

I shook my head, sending my hair back without touching it, then began walking toward the doors to the cafeteria before Yami and his friends could. But the time I opened the doors Yami was already in front of them, Jonouchi, Honda and Anzu behind him. All with worried looks of panic.

"What?" I asked as though nothing had happened.

"Why did you just storm out like you were about to throw up?" Yami asked, a bit relieved to see me all right. "Maybe you should go see the nurse - "

"No! No, I'm fine. I'm just not used to eating rice and chicken and all that, I'm more used to eating dates and sandwiches." I lied, I wasn't used to eating exactly.

Anzu gave me a doubtful look, worry still there also. "Are you sure?"

I nodded. "Yeah, no worries…" I walked passed them, I didn't like that Anzu very much. I saw some of the students were beginning to stand from their tables. I realized class was going to begin in another few minutes.

As I walked back over to where my tray sat on the table, I saw Bakura sitting there with a confused brow rose. "Are you really used to eating dates?" Great, he's an eavesdropper. I knew the meaning there, behind his words, and it pissed me off.

"No, moron," I didn't sit, I just picked my tray off from the table and stood there. "I don't date, I was talking about the fruit."

He chuckled. "What makes you think I was referring to you eating your dates - even if you did date - maybe I was wondering why you ate the fruit?"

"Mm…" My eye was twitching slightly, so I ignored him and walked away from the table. I walked to the trash can and threw away whatever food I didn't finish. I heard Bakura's low chuckle.

The rest of the school hours I spent at Domino High were frustrating, I couldn't get that Touzoku out of my thoughts enough to concentrate on the board. He didn't have anymore classes with me, something I was happy and disappointed about. His scent wasn't completely gone, but far enough to where I was able to focus better. Even if all my thoughts were on him.

Gym was hilarious, every time I ran faster or jumped higher then one of the guys they would pout or growl and try to do better then me. The girls would just let it go and continue to do whatever. Very hilarious on my part, I had to distract myself to keep from laughing. Mostly because I knew what was going to happen before they did.

Then I threw up two more times before I finally got to my last class, surprisingly I was able to concentrate on the board instead of Bakura.

Once the bell rang class was over, and I immediately felt relief. I didn't have to worry about running into Bakura anymore… not until tomorrow anyway.

When I was outside I closed my eyes, inhaled the air of the outside. Bad idea. I smelt Bakura, and his scent was coming closer and closer, I snapped my eyes open and turned to see his sharp white hair.

Then I remembered. "Could I ask you something?" I asked before he could speak, my tone was light, masking the extreme curiosity.

He was a bit caught off guard, probably because he had something bad in mind, and gave me a slightly warily gaze. "Yes?" He replied slowly, carefully.

I sighed, looking around at the students who looked at us, hearing us. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his wrist, something I regretted - his scent was far to alluring to me now. I dragged him away from watching eyes and listening ears. This probably made him more wary, but I didn't care.

I immediately released him once we were out of sight. I sighed again.

"So you are going to use me as a blood-source?" He asked carefully, doubtfully almost.

"No, moron, I'm not - I was going to ask you about something last night."

"Hmm…" He crossed his arms and leaned his back against the wall of the school, his expression still a bit wary. "When you attacked me?"

"And you acted casual," I accused, crossing my arms. "Why?"

(1) Ribbon Academy was inspired by Miho's nickname in the Original Yugioh Manga, they called her "Ribbon" because she always wore her hair up in a ribbon.

(2) Why did Jonouchi and Rose go to the cafeteria? And why were all those students there? The answer; Because I've got weird ideas and I wanted to get that part into the story. Sorry X3

Bakura;...HA!

Rose; *Glares* What are YOU laughing at, Touzoku?

Me;..me...

Rose;...oh...okay then,

Ryou; Pwwwwwwwwwwwease review?