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Chan: Shut up Yami! I could make everything a lot worse for you!

Yami: (Tapes mouth shut)

Chan: That's better! Now review time!

Dark-Lady-Devinity: Wow! I got this review about 5 minuets after I put up the story! Thanks! I thought you'd like this.

Mellinde: Thanks! Half of those thoughts I just made up on the spot. Hope you like the story, here is the first chapter!

Sabey: it wasn't exactly meant to be funny but I don't mind! The story is very angsty, maybe even more than my other stories.

Crsg: OMG! I can't believe you're reviewing my story! One of your stories 'The Fever' was the second story I ever read on Thank you very much. None of my stories has ever been called intriguing before but I like it!

Ultamiteangstqueen: hehehe! Why are you hiding under your bed? Anyway thanks! Sad to say, this is not AU. Hope I didn't keep you wondering for too long!

Unkown2005: well do you think Bakura has a crush on Yami? Read on to find out what's up with Yami. This is a whole new story!

Kisara-san: I know! Isn't it sweet? I'm sorry but if you hugged them it might muck up the angst of the story.

Chan: well now I just want to say a few things about the story, forget the show in this Yugi's grandpa is taller than Yami, Yami and Bakura are in the year/grade above Yugi and Ryou and this is not AU. That's all! Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 1

Freak Pharaoh

Normal P.O.V.

Tap-Tap-Tap

Miss. Thomson looked away from the black board for a second. The class was still and silent. She turned around again.

Tap-Tap-Tap

She spun around again and again the tapping stopped.

Tap-Tap-Tap

"Bakura!" the boy mentioned grinned at the teacher.

"Yes?" He was enjoying winding her up.

"If you tap your pen one more time and I'll give you an after school detention." Miss. Thomson wasn't normally this strict but the fact was, Bakura had been playing up all week and it was now Thursday.

"Tap my pen?" Bakura smiled innocently (Chan: Yeah right!) making the class giggle appreciatively. "I don't know what you're talking about Miss!" Miss. Thomson frowned, turning back to the black board.

Tap-Tap-

"Right that's it!" She yelled. "You've got an after school detention tomorrow!"

"Oh but miss! It's the end of the week on Friday!" Bakura groaned.

"Well at least you've managed to learn that in my class!" the teacher said very sarcastically. Bakura opened his mouth to protest again.

BANG

The door flew open and Yami ran in panting for breath.

"I-I'm s-sorry I'm late." He gasped.

"Mr. Moto!" The teacher shouted making Yami jump. "You have been late every day this week; in fact," She checked her register "you've been late every day this month!" There was a look in Yami's eyes like he was on the verge of saying something but then thought better of it.

"You can join Bakura in detention after school tomorrow." Yami looked at the floor.

"Yes Miss." He mumbled. He didn't seem too bothered about getting detention on the last day of the week. Miss. Thomson was shocked by his lack of protest.

"Good." She said eventually. "Now take your seat." Yami nodded and went as fast as he could to sit in his seat. Miss. Thomson started talking to the class again but Bakura wasn't paying attention. Only this time he had a reason. Yami sat directly in front of him so he watched as Yami walked to hi desk and sat down. There was something odd about the way he was walking. It wasn't exactly a limp, more like he was trying to hide one. Their desks were in the back corner under the broken light bulb so it was quite dark. Even in the odd half-light Bakura could see a weird dark mark on the back of Yami's neck. Bakura checked that the teacher wasn't looking before grabbing his notebook and using it to hit Yami on the back of his head. Yami flinched and shrank lower in his chair but didn't turn around to face him. Bakura scowled, not liking to be ignored.

"Oy! Freak Pharaoh!" he hissed. With growing dread, Yami turned to look at the tomb robber. "How'd you get that bruise on the back of your neck freak?" Yami's expression went from one of dread apprehension to a complete blank mask.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Yami's voice was totally void of any and all emotion. Bakura glared at him.

"I'm not stupid freak." He snarled. "I can see it." Yami was starting to lose some of his calm emotionless attitude.

"I-I h-haven't got a bruise." He stammered before turning back to look at the notes he was supposed to be copying. Bakura stared at the back of Yami's neck and sure enough there was the bruise. Bakura tilted his head to the side. That bruise was in a place that you didn't just get bruises for no reason. It looked like someone had smashed the side of their fist against Yami's neck. That's impossible! He thought. Why would anyone punch him? Especially on the back of his neck!

Bakura kept wondering about it all through class until the bell went. He and Yami both got up to leave but the teacher called them over.

"Boys I'm going to phone both of your parents tonight. They need to know about the detention." Yami's face had gone blank again. Bakura didn't seem at all bothered by this. He was more interested in the fact that because he was directly behind Yami and very close, he could see the bruise better. It looked fresh and as though it had a lot of force behind it.

"You can go now." Both boys headed for their next class, which happened to be science class. Yami hated science class. He had to sit next to Bakura who always took pleasure in teasing and tormenting him. If he got teased again today, Yami felt like it would send him over the edge. His nerves were already ruined and he was aching all over. Well if Bakura teases me then at least he will probably forget about the bruise. He thought bitterly. The last thing he needed now was a load of questions he couldn't possibly answer.

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The science teacher's voice droned on and on. It was without a doubt the most boring science lesson they had ever had. Yami was struggling to pay attention, it wasn't because he didn't understand, it was because his mind was a total blur and he was having to keep his cool whilst Bakura was asking 'Who did you get the bruise?' every ten seconds hoping to catch Yami by surprise and shock an answer out of him. But he was so, so, tired……

"Bla, bla, bla."

God this teacher's boring! Bakura was bored out of his brain. The only thing keeping him from screaming out loud was turning around to ask Yami how he got the bruise. He was going to turn around again when he became aware of the soft weight on his shoulder. It was warm and gentle. Turning round, Bakura jumped slightly. Yami was resting his head on his shoulder with his eyes closed, he was asleep. He looks so…so… Bakura struggled to think of why he didn't want to wake Yami. Sweet? Innocent? Both of these seemed to fit but there was another word that Bakura couldn't quite find. Small? Fragile? They fitted to just not in the right way. …is that he looks like… like… Bakura couldn't believe that he was actually thinking this. Like an angel. Exactly like an angel. But then Bakura saw the bruise on the back of his neck and complete anger bubbled up inside him making him clench his fist in frustration. He is like an angel. What kind of sick twisted creature hits an angel! He was so angry he wanted to kill whoever made the bruise. Who's been hurting him? I'll hurt them back! They'll pay! I'll make them pay for ever hurting my angel! Wait a second… my angel! Where did that come from? As Bakura watched Yami's face changed from peace and calm to one of confusion and fear, which was understandable as he was having a nightmare. He started mumbling in his sleep, it was too quiet to be heard except by Bakura.

"Stop. Please don't hurt me." Bakura was for a second too shocked to do anything. He mentally slapped himself out of his shock and tried to wake Yami.

"Yami." He whispered. "Yami wake up." The class was all whispering to each other so they hadn't noticed Yami had fallen asleep or heard him talk. Bakura didn't want to scare him or draw attention to the fact that he was sleeping on Bakura's shoulder.He gently stroked Yami's face.

"Yami wake up." He was making his voice as calm as possible. He was barely touching Yami but the second Bakura's fingers came in contact with Yami's cheek his eyes snapped open and he looked like he was ready to scream. Bakura quickly put a hand over Yami's mouth.

"It was a dream." He whispered. "I'll take my hand away but don't scream we are still in science class you know." Yami nodded fearfully. "good." Said Bakura, removing his hand from Yami's mouth.

Bakura's P.O.V.

I couldn't figure it out. There were too many thoughts buzzing through my head. Like why I called him my angel, the bruise, why he begged someone not to hurt him, the bruise, why he fell asleep, the bruise, STOP! Yami saved the world, and he earned the right to live happily ever after. Or something like that.

Normal P.O.V.

Not much else happened all morning. It just passed by in a blur of boring teachers and Bakura asking Yami questions. Yami was glad to get away from him at lunch time, well, almost glad. Bakura still hadn't got any further with what had given Yami the bruise and it was fast becoming an obsession. He stared at the table as he ate his lunch in silence, not that he had anyone to talk to. He didn't want to talk to anyone. He was going through all the possibilities. Yami had plenty of enemies and rivals who would gladly throw a punch at him but not many who actually could. Most of them were in the shadow realm. And most of the rest didn't have the guts. Just then his thoughts were interrupted by an outburst of laughter from the other end of the table. Looking up, Bakura could see Yami in the middle of his group of friends. They were all laughing as they ate. Yami was laughing too but he wasn't eating. In fact he didn't have any food to eat. Bakura watched as the pharaoh took a chip off of Yugi's plate. That's not right! Thought Bakura. But whether or not it was right or wrong, Bakura would have to wait until tomorrow to ask Yami as they didn't have another lesson together all day.

Yami was silent as he and Yugi walked home. He starting to feel sick now, and the back of his neck was hurting really bad. Bakura suspects something. What if he finds out! No! I won't let him find out! Yami was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't realise they had reached the game shop until he heard Yugi gasp. Turning quickly he saw Yugi with his books everywhere.

"My bag ripped." He giggled sweetly. Yami smiled and reached to help pick them up.

"No it's alright Yami. You go in." not wanting to argue and make Yugi suspicious he straightened up and went inside. He was barely through the door when a fist connected with the side of his face. Yami smacked into the wall gasping for breath. He clutched his cheek and could already feel blood in his mouth. Looking up, he met his grandpa's eyes.

"Did you think it would be funny to get after school detention?" Yami shook his head. "Then why did you get it?" Yami was nearly crying now but knew from personal first hand experience that he'd only get hurt worse if he did. He suddenly felt more pain as he was kicked in the stomach. "Brat, I expect you to answer me!"

"I-I w-was late for school." Yami whispered. His grandpa grabbed his jacket and dragged him to his feet. "You're god damn lucky Yugi is coming in soon. Now go to your room and stay there until dinner otherwise I'll give you far more than just a few bruises to worry about." He threw Yami at the stairs.

"Yes grandpa." Yami limped as fast as he could to his room. He locked the door, curled up on his bed and cried into his pillow.

End Chapter

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