Title: Once We Were
Author: celestial-fire-angel
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh
Pairings: Mainly Seto x Yami
Rating: T
Author's Note: Alright, I know this is a little scary that I've updated three times in a little less than a week. But I'm having so much fun writing this story. Thank you for the reviews and the encouragement! Let's get to it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or Meteor Garden.
Chapter Three
Yami rode in silence, still fuming over Kaiba's comment. He gripped the handlebars tightly, threatening to break them off with the force he applied. As he neared the apartment building he was currently stay at, Yami slowed down and killed the engine. He wheeled his scooter to the parking lot and locked it securely before making his way upstairs.
He pulled off the helmet as he ascended the cramped staircase and made his way to his apartment. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, stepping into an equally cramped apartment. Stepping inside, Yami had to squeeze around the couch, which took up most of the space and threw his keys onto his desk.
He inched his way to his small bed and sat down, listening to the creaking of the bed springs. He lay back, staring at the paint chipped ceiling, sighing deeply. "Great," he said sarcastically. "Now I have no job. Goddamn it!" He threw an arm over his eyes and listened to the sound of the generator rumbling beside him.
He would have fallen asleep had his stomach not rumbled so loudly. He hadn't eaten lunch today but of course that wasn't a first. There had been many days where Yami went without eating the whole day. Some days he just couldn't afford it. He forced himself up again and walked into the tiny kitchen. He pulled down a small chipped pot and poured bottled water into it. He didn't dare use the water from the faucet.
Setting the water to boil, Yami went to sit on the couch and turned on his miniscule television. Fuzzy images flickered across the screen as broken bits of sound filtered from it, echoing slightly from the sparsely furnished room. Yami got up and adjusted the rabbit ears, trying to get a clearer picture. Getting nothing, Yami turned off the television and went back into the kitchen to grab a package of ramen.
Seeing his water boiling, Yami quickly opened the package and dumped everything into the only bowl he possessed. He grabbed the pot of water and poured the water over everything, letting it sit for a couple of minutes. Moving to his desk, Yami sat down to enjoy his dinner before going on to start his homework. He stopped eating when he realized that his bag was still at the restaurant.
"Shit," he muttered.
He set down the bowl and grabbed his keys and his helmet as he dashed down the stairs and to his scooter. He hurriedly put on his helmet and started his scooter. He raced down the roads to the restaurant and hurriedly parked at one of the slots in front of the restaurant, Yami ran inside and to the employee's room. His eyes quickly scanned the place, looking for the black bag. Spotting it tucked between two others, Yami breathed a sigh of relief and went to grab it before dashing out again. He wasn't sure whether Marik or Seto had left yet but he didn't want to take any chances.
He dashed past the staircase and almost reached the door before a voice stopped him.
"Well, if it isn't the street rat," Seto's voice said.
Yami frowned and turned around, staring at the source of his anger. "Kaiba," he said stiffly. He noticed Seto's stained shirt and smiled slightly.
"I thought you quit…what? Coming back to beg for your job back?" Seto asked, a smirk very apparent on his face.
"No," Yami said firmly, "I came to get my things. I'm leaving now." He turned and walked out the door before Seto could say another word. He quickly started his scooter and sped off, never once looking back.
Getting back to his apartment in record time, Yami slammed his door closed and went back to sitting at his desk, staring at the now over-hydrated noodles. Making a face, Yami went to throw it away, deciding that he wasn't hungry anymore. Pulling his schoolbag to him, Yami started on his homework. Luckily there wasn't a lot that night and Yami got to bed at a reasonable hour.
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Yami noticed something different when he arrived at school. Some of the students were whispering as he walked by and some threw him dirty or disgusted looks. Yami just shrugged and ignored them like he usually did. He walked to his locker and pulled it open. His eyes widened as he saw what had been stuck on the inside: a red tag with the words "You're dead—4 Kings" painted in black. Yami quickly grabbed the tag and tore it from his locker, stuffing it quickly in his bag. He grabbed his books and walked as quickly as he could to his classroom.
When he opened the door, all the talking seemed to stop and all gazes were fixated on him. Yami scanned through the crowd and went to take his seat, the whispering erupting again. This was really grating on Yami's nerves. He sat down and placed his books on his desk, keeping his eyes focused on the blackboard. The two girls who sat behind him were whispering loudly enough for him to hear.
"That's so gross," one whispered.
Yami turned around and glared at the pair. "If you have something to say, say it to my face," he growled. Both girls closed their mouths and looked away.
Just then, Jou ran into the classroom and grabbed Yami's arm. "There's something you gotta see," he said.
Yami sighed. "I'm sure it can wait, Jou," Yami said. "Class is about to start."
Jou shook his head. "Not this," he said. He pulled Yami by the arm and dragged the smaller teen into another classroom. There, Jou let go of Yami's arm and pointed to the blackboard. Yami turned his head and saw that the board had huge writing on it. As he read the message, his eyes widened in horror as he came to the end of the message before narrowing when he saw who had written it. On the blackboard, the message said:
Yami is the biggest slut in our school. He will sleep with anyone for anything.—4 Kings.
Yami bent his head until his bangs completely shadowed his eyes. His hands clenched tightly into fists before rushing out of the classroom to find the culprits. He ran past his own classroom and peeked into all the other classrooms, searching for any sign of the group of four.
Not finding anything, Yami turned his search to outside. For once, he didn't care about starting his classes on time. He would hunt down the 4 Kings, especially Seto and Marik. He ran out to the fountain and looked around for any sign before he heard a whistle. Looking up, Yami saw Otogi smirking down at him. Clenching his teeth, Yami ran back inside to find the staircase up to the roof of the school.
Throwing open the door, Yami sprinted up to the top and burst through another door to finally stand on the rooftop. His chest was heaving from all the running he did but once he saw Otogi, Seto and Marik there, he was breathing hard for a different reason. He slowly walked closer, his crimson eyes burning. All three of them smirked as Yami walked closer.
"Having a nice morning?" Marik asked, his hands crossed over his chest.
"How embarrassing to have your secret exposed," Otogi said.
"You bastards!" he screamed. "You know that's not true!"
Seto walked closer and gazed into Yami's crimson eyes. "Oh but it is," he said quietly.
Yami raised a hand and promptly delivered a slap to Seto's cheek, causing the other to stumble a little due to the force. "You asshole," Yami hissed. He looked past Seto to the other two.
Marik and Otogi both moved forward. This was the second time Yami had struck Seto and they were determined to finish what they had started yesterday. But Seto held out an arm, signaling for them to stop where they were. "I'll deal with it," he said.
He looked back to Yami, his blue eyes glittering dangerously. He reached up a hand to touch his stinging cheek. "That's twice now," he said icily. "If it had been anyone else, they would have been dealt with."
"What makes me so special?" Yami hissed.
Seto moved his hand to grasp Yami's chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting up the smaller teen's face. "You're different from the others," Seto said. "No one has openly defied me before. You're an interesting person. You're not afraid."
Yami pulled his chin from Seto's fingers and stepped back. "Why should I be afraid of you?" Yami spat.
"I own this school," Seto said. "I have control over your academic career."
"I'm not going to back away from you just because you're rich," Yami said.
"Hn," Seto said. "I like you, Yami. It'll be fun breaking you."
" 'Breaking' me?" Yami asked, his eyes narrowing into slits. "What the hell does that mean?"
"You'll see," Seto said. He motioned for the other two to follow him as he made his way to the staircase.
Reviewer Responses:
Hell's Sorrow: Thank you very much! I'm so glad you liked it a lot. I'll try my best to keep you interested.
MaraJadeKaiba: I hope this chapter was satisfying and as well written as the first two.
Zoe: Yes, Yami definitely needs to kick more ass.
Pysche: Yes, it will be much harder than Seto thinks...:smiles: It'll get more interesting, I promise.
Anime-Blade: I think I'm insane too...with this chapter out only two days after the last one:laughs: Yes, straighten out he should. Hope you liked this chapter too!
:Final Thought From Yami:
What the hell does that bastard mean 'break' me? He's so thick headed...
Author's Note:sigh: It's getting interesting right? Let's find out what happens in the next chapter shall we:smiles: Well please tell me what you thought.
Please Read and Review. Arigatou gozaimasu!
