Summary: Everyone has a destined partner, but not everyone finds them. Even though Yuugi can't control his powers, will he find his destined partner? Will his partner accept him?

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Unum promissum contra omnem

Chapter 3

Hi Ho! Hi Ho! Off To School I Go!

"I'll miss you grandpa, I love you…"

-xXx-

Yuugi was finally on his way to his new school. The experience was so foreign to him, he was sure he made it clear that he'd never done anything like this before.

He was trying to follow the instructions of the letter, but there were so many students and only one of him. Nerves over flooded him making him shyly press down his gold ears to and bury them deep beneath his hair as he griped the strap to his pale blue carry-on backpack so tightly his knuckles turned a pasty white.

It didn't take long for Yuugi to find out that the students of the school were heavily segregated. There were groups of friends, posses, and cliques that made it quite clear who was who and where they belonged.

Not only that, there were separate lines for the wealthy students, while scholar only had a single line, so they went through a whole lot faster. Mind you, there were a lot less scholar students, but over the years the numbers pile up. But the lines weren't the only issue, they also had different means of transportation. So Yuugi wouldn't have been so surprised if scholar students had separate dorms as well, if it weren't for the fact the letter told him otherwise.

But since Yuugi was singled out the scholarship line he could feel smug looks and almost hear the nasty comments of the wealthy population. Yuugi wasn't ashamed of being poor, he expected some prejudice and all the warnings his grandfather had given him. But… he just didn't want to be bullied, not again.

'Just wait in line; no one will bother you…' Yuugi reassured himself and breathed in deeply.

After about forty-five minutes of patiently waiting Yuugi showed the nice woman his forms, she gave him his ticket, and he was directed to his first airplane ever. He was amazed at how big it was, and in his stereotyped cat nature, he liked how shiny it was. Though the thought of going inside it was a 'little' intimidating…

-xXx-

'Damn school to hell…,' Thought a tired, angry, eighteen-year-old Yami Sennen as he boredly waited for the line to shorten before he'd actually stand up to get in line. Unlike his cousin, Seto Kaiba, who was actually smart enough to get here before anyone else and already had his ticket.

Though, he hadn't actually seen his cousin yet.

That might be why he's the second smartest student in the Academy? ...Nah, if was the reason then Yami would've done the same thing (getting up early) years ago. Not because he was the smartest student, they'd have a snow cone in hell before that actually happened! No, but because he was the fourteenth smartest student, and he took great pride in that. His black cat ears twitched in pride at just the thought.

He sat on an elegantly carved maple wood carved bench and tired to lie on his back on it comfortably. But just because it looked nice didn't mean anyone could sit on- let alone sleep on it, like the hobo Yami was pretending to be… that and it clearly held some misdirected hate for the black eared neko-nehmu.

But, yes, a hobo in over five thousand dollars worth in leather. But what could he say? It was the only thing he felt comfortable in. Cotton made him itch, silk and satin made him feel like he was a girl, and almost everything made him break out in hives. Polyester was only tolerated when his parents had black tie…things. Though he could stand denim, just didn't want to.

Stupid bench and its defiance against his sleep cycle…

"Hey, Yami, how's it hangin'?" Yami heard an annoyingly familiar voice, well at least in the mornings.

"It's not, Jou. It's trying to sleep on a bench and failing miserably." Yami groaned in annoyance at one of his best friend. Gods, he hated mornings! "Wait, are you just getting here? That'd be sad, even for you." Yami gave a look to the blonde inu-nehmu before him that had golden ears and tail.

"Pssh, No! Seto woke me at five 'o'clock in the morning so I'd get here on time. Don't worry man, I was pissy too." Jounochi was Seto's boyfriend, not only that they were Calvatus, soul mates, partners in life.

You never truly no your sexuality until you meet your Calvati, and you can't sense your Calvati until your're at least seventeen and both have to pass the age of maturity(seventeen) before they can fully sense the other, and for Jou and Seto it was rather… difficult when it happened. Actually it was a fiasco!

Jou was fifteen and Seto was sixteen when they first met, and they were always at each other's throats. Jounochi was (still is, the school won't let Seto pay tuition) a partiacal scholar student and Seto didn't associate with those beneath him. Insults, chairs, spells, and sometimes people, were thrown in their petty fights.

But as time went by Seto grew attraction to the boy while Jou grew an innocent crush on girl named Mai- though he never did act upon those feelings because he was one that believed it to be a great sin to love someone other than your Calvati. But they grew closer, and although their fights never ceased- and they still continue today but about things completely different, they fell in love. And falling in love with your worst enemy suck eggs when you don't know you're soul mates, just ask Romeo and Juliet! Oh wait, they're dead!

So making things a whole lot more complicated then they had to be, Jou avoided Seto like the plague only to be chased by him! It wasn't until Jounochi's seventeenth birthday, which Seto was completely unaware of, that they both fully felt the pull of being Calvatus.

But being who they are, Yami didn't want to know the full extent of their sex lives. All he knew was that they had sex and it was with each other, no more information was needed or wanted. Just the very thought of his cousin going at it with anyone was enough to make Yami want to rip out his eyes, and he'd do it too.

"Meh, well I haven't seen your boy toy. I'm just waiting for the line to die out," And maybe get some sleep which Jou was officially depriving him of… well the bench too.

"Well, you might want to hurry it along or else you'll be stuck with us scholars." Jou reminded him while rolling his eyes at the lazy bum. Every year some rich snobby student who thought they were better than everyone else decided to show up late. But there are only so many seats in the schools privet planes that they'd have to get a ticket to the scholarship student plane. Sure, it was exactly the same as the others but to a lot of prejudice rich kids its one of the biggest blows to an ego.

"Perish the thought," Yami snorted sarcastically, he'd actually prefer the scholar plane then the one filled with rich snobs. But he knew Jou knew better than that. Yami was the top rank student in the school, and the top ten students (five in magic five in academics) had their own jet; though Yami wasn't all that sure which line he was to get into to get his plane.

So against all his better judgment he sat up, glaring at the inu-nehmu that smiled his stupid goofy smile. He didn't have any carry-on's save for his leather jacket to help protect him from the frosty winter winds of Nixira (but if that counted, so did shoes). His normally messy hair was about three times as crazy, but like everything else about him, he seemed to make it all work. Well, except his attitude that screamed 'get-the-hell- out-before-I-bite-you,' but that was only because he wasn't a morning person.

Yami got up and dusted himself off," Happy?"

"Like a Kuribo in a sauna. Stop being so bitchy, Yami." He started pushing Yami towards the lines that had significantly shortened like he wanted them to.

"Bite me,"

"I would, but you'd probably get off on that kind of stuff, you ho." Jou laughed making his friend glare at him again.

A few minutes later Jou was on his way to the plane and Yami learned a valuable lesson. When you're the top student and they have a reserved seat for you, you don't have to wait in line. He was so pissed that no one bothered to tell him that he could've already been asleep on a plane in a nice cushiony seat for five hours!

Grumbling, he made he made his way to the loading dock, the only time scholarship students and wealthy students mix, that and the lobby (and I won't forget the school). It was practically a ghost town, minus the town part, all except Yami and a much younger looking boy he didn't recognize and he knew almost everybody at the school (he had to). But what stuck him the most was that the boy before him looked so much like himself it was almost scary.

But, of course, between the two there were a few major (and obvious) differences. The boy gazing out the window had a baby, angel-like face with two perfect amethyst eyes that put the real jewel to shame versus his ruby-crimson ones. His skin was a lovely pale porcelain compared to his own sun kissed golden skin but to him everyone was pale… except Marik and Malik, they were the only one's truly tanner then him.

The angel before him wore a yellow sweater that was about two sizes too big, but it wasn't a harsh yellow more of the shade of a dandelion or a sunflower. And to go along with his sweater he wore light denim jeans that clung to his legs like an extra layer of skin to give him more warmth.

Like him, the angel before him was neko-nehmu, but his ears were golden like his bangs he had a long playful tail to match, but its tip was a sweet innocent white to match the rest of him. His expression was priceless, his eyes big in wonder, ears up and alert but twitching slightly and his tail swayed randomly as he clearly looked at a plane for the first time.

Yami couldn't help but stare, but when he snapped himself out of his trance he decided to get closer to the golden angel. Upon getting closer he noticed how short the boy was. So putting one and one together he assumed the kid was at the very most a middle schooler, and taking in account that he didn't recognize the boy in the least (and the way he was reacting to a simple plane) he had to be a scholarship student- though that part meant nothing to him.

What a damper on a sudden good mood. His angel was a middle schooler…

Yami wasn't his cousin; he didn't give a fuck if this boy before him was poor or middle class. He just didn't want to be a fucking pedo.

'Meh, why bother. He's like Mokuba's age…' Yami thought with disgust as he sulked down the corridor to his flight.

-xXx-

Yuugi found his row and seat inside the plane; he was surprised how big it was on the inside. The plane was split into two columns and each column had numerous rows that Yuugi didn't really want to count. Each row had two nice cushy leather chairs that were seemingly bolted down, and lucky Yuugi had seat 'A' in row '18', and he was lucky because it was a window seat.

Realizing he was holding everyone up he quickly sat down, with his small backpack on his lap- his nerves unsettling. He leaned back into the cushy leather chair and looked out the window to see the outside world.

'Amazing,' was Yuugi's first and only thought. He was so high up, and the airport landing bay for the planes seemed to shimmered in the sunlight.

Growing up in Nula the world always seemed so…. small, possibly cold and empty- sometimes terrifying. So many cruel people live in Nula, and it was always shocking to hear somewhere else could be far worse. But Yuugi's grandfather always told Yuugi stories of places his parents went to; such wonderful stories, they were always Yuugi's favorite.

Sometimes, Yuugi would in the stories too, but there were very few of those kinds, and Yuugi didn't like those as much because he couldn't remember them for himself (he was only a baby when it happened). He was three when they died, how could he possibly remember?

Yuugi sighed, these thoughts always depressed him. On the way to his dream school he just had to go and depress himself. He was determined to keep such sad thoughts away and pushed them so far back from thought that he believed they might've touched the moon.

Yet, the more he tried to keep these thoughts away the more they returned with a vengeance.

"Um, hello," an unknown voice called out to Yuugi, who happened to be stairing out into space, which caused the poor boy to jump in surprise.

Yuugi looked to his left to see a boy with snow-white hair chocolate brown eyes he wore a baby blue sweater, similar to Yuugi's marigold sweater, and black denim jeans. He had mismatched round ears, the right ear black and the left one white like the rest of his hair, making it very clear he was a panda-nehmu

"Oh, hello," Yuugi greeted shyly.

"My name's Ryou, what's yours?"

"Yuugi,"

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