A/N:
Chapter three. More edits oh hooray!
Disclaimer:
Yu-Gi-Oh! still isn't mine. Quit asking already.
Buzz…Buzz…Buzz…Buzz…
Yuugi moaned softly and rolled over in his bed. His hand came up and gently tapped the off button on his alarm clock. He sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. Blinking wearily, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and shakily stood up. He walked around for a few seconds, and then walked into his closet to get a clean school uniform.
"Yuugi!" his grandfather called up the stairs to him, "Hurry up!"
"I'll be right there, Grandpa!" Yuugi called back down to him. He pulled on the blue pants, white dress shirt, and blue jacket that made up the school uniform and ran down the stairs into the kitchen. He walked over to the kitchen cabinet and grabbed a cereal bowl. "Good morning!" Yuugi greeted the man sitting at the table. He was short and stout with wild gray hair that spiked up and big eyes.
"Good morning, Yuugi. Take a look at this news broadcast."
On the small television set in the kitchen was a blonde news reporter with a cheerful face. She was sitting at a desk and there was a picture of a water tower behind her. "Early this morning, a local student was found stuck at the top of the Domino City water tower. Reports say he was tied up with thick strands of rope and had a cloth over his mouth." They showed the picture of the student.
Yuugi gasped. "That's Ushio!"
"Hmm? A friend of yours?" his grandpa asked.
"Uhm, not exactly…" he rubbed the back of his head nervously.
"Alright then. Hurry up, or you'll be late."
Yuugi hurriedly finished his cereal and grabbed his shoes by the door. He slipped them on and grabbed his book bag. Waving at his grandpa once more, Yuugi was out the door, the shop bell jingling merrily behind him.
"Ahahaha! Excellent, Bakura!" Marik slapped him a high-five.
"The water tower. I never would've thought of that." Yami said while dialing his locker combination. He opened the lock and quickly stepped to the side as an avalanche of flowers, candy, and pieces of notebook paper came crashing out. He rolled his eyes at the mess. "Don't you guys ever have this problem?"
"Yeah, but never this bad." Marik informed him. "You need to get a boyfriend or girlfriend or whatever. Maybe they'd leave you alone."
"I highly doubt that." Yami replied, nodding his head in greeting at the janitor that came by his locker everyday to clean up the mess of stuff. "All they ever see me for is my looks. Alas, that is the price of being gorgeous!" he said dramatically and put one hand over his forehead, a pained expression on his face.
"Heh. Whatever, Your Highness." Marik teased. The bell rang just then. "Yay! Time to go learn!" he linked arms with Bakura and they skipped down the hallway. Yami just shook his head and took off after them.
"Pass the ball, Ryuzaki!" Bakura yelled at a short kid with long spiky burgundy hair as they charged down the court. The boy quickly relinquished possession of the bright orange ball and Bakura skillfully shot it into the net.
The gym teacher blew his whistle. "That's game! Go change, everybody!"
The class trudged off the court and into the locker rooms.
"My God you're good, Necrophades!" a boy with short hair tinted blue and thick gold rimmed glasses exclaimed, standing next to Bakura and taking off his gym attire in what he thought was a seductive way.
"Uh, yeah. I know." Bakura replied and moved over next to Ryou, trying to put as much distance between himself and the other boy as possible. "Hey, Ryou!"
Ryou's breath came out in short pants. He turned away from Bakura. "Give me a m-moment." he choked out quickly. Taking a few deep breaths, he managed to get his breathing under control and turned to face Bakura again. "Sorry about that..."
"You ok?" he asked, voice filled with concern.
"Just my asthma. Don't worry, it wasn't an attack or anything!" He added, seeing Bakura's panicked expression, "I just get a little winded after exercise. No big deal."
"Oh. Ok, if you say so…" he replied, but still seemed a little apprehensive.
"How are you that good at basketball?" Ryou asked, changing the subject. His face was slowly returning to it's normal pale color.
"You get like that, being the captain of the team." Bakura shrugged, finding a shirtless Ryou more interesting than basketball at the moment.
"Really?! You're the captain?" Ryou exclaimed, and to Bakura's dismay, buttoned up his white uniform shirt.
"Sure am. You should come to a game sometime." Bakura suggested as he pulled on his blue jacket.
"Maybe I will," Ryou agreed, smiling up at him, "But only if you're playing."
Yami and Marik sat in their AP History class, completely bored to death. Hayato was off rambling about The Cold War. Marik had been excited about the lecture, until he found out that it wasn't an actual war. Yami was currently staring off into space while Marik was scribbling in his notebook. Suddenly, a folded up piece of pink stationary landed neatly on his desk. Yami looked over to his right using his peripheral vision and saw Anzu holding up her mirror putting on more lipstick. She was watching him through it.
He carefully unfolded the paper, expecting for it to explode at any moment. It didn't explode, needless to say. It was an invitation for a party after the football game on Friday at Anzu's house. He looked directly at her and raised one eyebrow, his eyes saying "give me one reason". She turned to look at him and smirked, her eyes saying "be there or I'll kill you." He turned back to face the front of the room and barely noticed it when a pink note was flicked onto Marik's desk.
They all met up outside the gym after their first period classes were over.
"Ryou said he's gonna come to a game sometime!" Bakura proudly informed his two friends, using all the self-control he had not to bounce up and down like a happy lunatic. Which he was.
"Uhm, congratulations. By the way, Anzu held me at gunpoint until I promised I'd give this to you," Yami said, shoving a piece of pink paper sprayed with strong perfume into his friend's hand.
He carefully opened it and read it. "Oh my Ra. She expects us to come to this thing?! No way."
"But I have to go because I'm on the football team! You have to come!" Marik complained, looking heartbroken.
"Alright, but you owe me…Hey it says we can bring a guest with us!" Bakura observed while he was checking the paper for explosives, poison, or both, "Oh, Ryouuuuu!" he called in a sing-song voice and frolicked away, leaving Marik and Yami to stare at his retreating form. Their friend never ceased to confuse them.
They left their stalker of a best friend to his Ryou hunting and walked up the stairs to their next class together. They parted ways and Marik headed into the math classroom. He dragged himself towards his desk and slouched down in his seat, slamming his books on the surface.
"Hey," a voice next to him greeted, trying to get his attention.
Marik ignored him. What right did they have to be happy when he had to go to stupid Anzu's football party?
"Hey! Uhm, hello? I'm talking to you?"
Marik just stared blankly ahead.
"Yo, idiot!"
"WHAT?!" Marik yelled and glared death at the person next to him. That person flinched and dropped their lavender eyes to their desk. They muttered a 'sorry' and shook their platinum blond hair over their eyes. "Shit! Malik, I'm so sorry! I had no idea it was you! Why are you here, anyway? You weren't yesterday."
"They made a mistake in my schedule yesterday. I was supposed to be here and they sent me to normal math…" Malik mumbled.
"How about I make it up to you?" Marik asked seductively and swung Malik easily up onto his lap, "If you go with me to Anzu's party after the game Friday, I'll make it worth your while."
Malik laughed. "Deal."
"Tokoshie, Ishtar, move now!" the teacher yelled, slamming the door.
"Ew, that's disgusting!" Yuugi complained to his lab partners, "Why are we doing this so early in the year, anyway?"
"Aw come on, Yuugi. Dissection's not that bad," Yami tried to reassure him, "Besides, I've heard slicing up the pig is fun!"
Yuugi groaned and wrapped his arms around his middle.
"You ok?" Jirou asked him, wrapping his muscled arm around Yuugi's tiny shoulders. Yami growled softly but made no comment.
"I'll be alright…" Yuugi said while looking down at the picture of the pig in his textbook. He shuddered and suppressed a moan.
"Alrighty, students! Class is almost over, sadly. Close your books and put your notebooks away! Ryu, honey, that means you, too!" Pegasus called cheerfully. A girl in the front row sighed, patted her notebook lovingly, and stowed it in her messenger bag. The cover of the notebook was drawn on with marker. If one was paying attention, one would have seen the words 'YGO Yaoi YYxY Squeeee!' written on the cover.
Yuugi quickly snapped his Science textbook shut, glad to be rid of the image for the moment. The bell rang and all the students filed out into the hallway.
"Ew, that's disgusting!" Ryou stuck his tongue out at Yuugi and slid his tray down the lunch line.
"That's exactly what I said!" Yuugi agreed.
"Glad I don't have Pegasus!"
"Lucky," Yuugi said and paid the cashier, "There is no way they actually expect me to cut open something that used to be alive!"
Jou came up to Yuugi and walked with him to their table, "Well, it's dead now."
"So not the point, Jou!"
~elsewhere~
"So not the point, Bakura!" Yami growled, choosing not to attack his salad and instead viciously stabbing his macaroni.
"It doesn't have to be the point!" Bakura argued, "Ryou said yes, so ask Yuugi to go with you!"
"I would never subject him to Anzu like that. Unlike some people," Death glare.
"Please?" Whining.
"No," More death glare.
"Please?" More whining.
"No…," Ready to kill.
"Pleeeease?" Psychotic puppy eyes.
"No!" End of his rope.
"Shut up!" Marik yelled, finally sick of his two friends and their bickering, "Yami, just ask Yuugi to go with you to the party."
"But why?" Yami whined like Bakura, causing a passing fangirl to squeak with delight and go write a one-shot about it in her notebook.
"Because no doubt Ryou and Malik will tell Yuugi that they got invited and he'd feel left out. He'd probably think there's something wrong with him. Poor little Yuugi will seek out Anzu in his depression and ask her to turn him into a cheerleader!" Marik explained. Judging by Yami's horrified expression, his bullshit scenario worked.
" Oh my Ra no…I've got to go ask him right now!" Yami slid his chair back as he stood up and walked over to the other side of the cafeteria.
Yuugi was going up to throw away his trash when Yami caught up with him. He turned around to face his look-alike, "Oh, hey, Yami! Uhm, what's up?"
"Yuugi, would you like to go to Anzu's party with me after the game Friday?" Yami blurted out quickly.
"I thought we didn't like Anzu?" Yuugi asked, taken aback by the sudden question.
"Long story. So, would you?" Yami asked again and stuck his hands into his pockets, looking away. He didn't even consider the fact that Yuugi might say no.
"I'd love to! I'll have to ask my grandfather first, but I can't imagine that he'd say no," Yuugi said and beamed up at Yami.
"Excellent! I'll pick you up at the game, then," Yami winked cheerfully at him and walked back to Marik and Bakura.
A hushed quiet had fallen over the cafeteria. Yuugi blushed a little at all stares directed towards him. He walked back to his friends and sat down, looking around nervously. "Why are they all staring?"
Otogi was the one to respond. "What did Ahknemkhanen want, Yuugi?"
"He just asked if I wanted to go to a party after the football game with him," Yuugi replied with a shrug, "No big deal."
Otogi shook his head, "Poor naïve little Yuugi…Ahknemkhanen didn't invite you to a party. He asked you out. As in, like, on a date. Not to mention he asked you in front of the entire school," He added with a smirk.
"A date with Yami..? You sure?" Yuugi sounded unsure.
"Uh-huh. I'm assuming he's picking you up?" Otogi raised one eyebrow.
Yuugi nodded, "Yes…"
"Definitely a date." Otogi finished, smirking at Yuugi's expression.
"Bakura invited me to go to that party, too. Does that count as a date?" Ryou asked Otogi.
"I wouldn't doubt it."
"What is up with those dumb seniors today? Malik, next I suppose you're gonna tell us that Marik asked you out to this party thing?" Jou asked sarcastically.
"He told me he was going to come to my house, kidnap me, and take me with him to the party. Does that count as a date?" A confused Malik asked an amused Otogi. Jou just looked stunned.
"Today we'll be working on prime factors," the sharp voice of Professor Kaiba cut through the silence of the math classroom, "Turn to page seventeen."
The class simultaneously opened up their math textbooks. All, that is, except for Jounouchi Katsuya. He distractedly flipped his open, eyes fixed on Kaiba.
"Hey," the girl next to him whispered, "Can I borrow a pen?"
Jou nodded and passed her one, prying his gaze off Kaiba to look at the girl.
"Thanks, Katsuya!" she whispered and smiled at him, batting her eyelashes rapidly.
"Have you got something in your eye?" Jou asked in a hushed tone.
"N-no…" the girl's face flushed and she looked away.
Kaiba couldn't help grimacing as he watched the exchange between the two blond students. It took every ounce of self-control he had not to chuck his book at her when the girl's hand lingered on Jounouchi's when she was taking his pen. Shaking his head, he turned back to the lesson, only allowing himself a small smirk every time the girl who was obviously trying to impress Jounouchi got a question wrong. He made sure to call on her a lot.
When the bell rang, the entire class got up from their seats and left the room. Jou lingered behind, packing up his things slowly. He jumped when he felt arms circle around his waist. "I didn't like the way that girl was looking at you, Jounouchi."
Jou chuckled, "You know I can't help looking this good."
Kaiba's self-control broke as he spun Jou around and smashed their lips together in a rough kiss. Jou moaned into the kiss and opened his mouth temptingly before he abruptly snapped back into reality.
"I have Computer class next," he said breathlessly, looking up at Kaiba's disheveled appearance. He clearly wasn't happy Jou had pulled away.
"I'll write you a pass."
A/N:
The end for now.
