A/N: Songs belong to their owners, not me uwu

There is some foreshadowing in this part! cx Hope you can catch it!

I got two reviews on this fic so far and I am so happy that people like this! :D I really hope that this can go up to your expectations and please you throughout it ^^;

Next part, some actual stuff happens. Plot advances and everything. SHOCKING, I KNOW cx

As I said last time, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, for if I did Rex Raptor would be a much more prominent character cx

Eventually, school had ended, and Rex had no desire to speak with Weevil as the final bells rang. He left as quickly as he could, slipping past people in the halls and being less than polite to anyone who wouldn't move immediately out of his way. Finally he made it to the front doors and burst free, scampering along the road to the low-rent district he now called home. He looked behind him to make sure Weevil wasn't in sight, cursing at himself mentally for being such a sissy about hiding from Weevil of all people. What frightened him was that Weevil cared – or at least he had seemed to. Bug-boy had actually given his predicament some thought and had expressed true care and concern towards Rex, which he had never really experienced before. This in turn was new to Rex, which he despised – he didn't want to feel like Weevil pitied him for any reason. In fact, he didn't want Weevil to know about anything going on in Rex's life at all. Weevil was by no means his friend; they were simply acquaintances who had grown rather friendly to each other due to their alliance in the past. Nothing more, nothing less. Rex assured himself of this with a nod of finality, hating himself for getting so worked up over Weevil.

Rex finally managed to get home, only to find it (unsurprisingly) empty. Rex smiled and sighed, breathing in the tang of must, and went to sit on the couch, taking off his school-clothes. He buttoned down the blue over-shirt he wore to expose a plain-white t-shirt underneath, freeing much freer and more comfortable once the suit was off. He got up, hanging the coat on a coat-rack by the door, and went to his room to change his pants.

Once there, he put on a CD by Slayer – secretly, Rex adored music, especially metal of any kind. The noise racketed through the house, and Rex changed into blue jeans that were a much looser fit on his waist, his head nodding up and down to the rhythm of the song that was currently playing. He didn't honestly care if the neighbors complained about the loudness of the music; so long as he could listen to his tunes in peace, he was fine. Rex hummed along as he walked back to the living room, Slayer's music coursing down the hall as he went into his small kitchen. He opened the fridge and pulled out a microwavable burrito, grimacing at the rock-hard packet as he slammed it into the microwave. "I gotta go grocery shopping." He muttered to himself as he punched in the time that it would take for the food to heat up, going back to lazing about.

The next two days went along like this; Rex and Weevil made minimal conversation, and when it was it was usually a snide comment or just plain something rude. Rex's stepfather remained mostly out of the picture, only showing up in the dead of night when Rex was usually fast asleep. As the week went on, Rex thought less and less of Weevil, his thoughts dulling to the point where it was like he was nonexistent, a ghost floating around the halls of the school; its sole purpose there was to give indifferent glares at the other classmates and hope no one from Yugi's clique bothered him. He did see Yugi and his friends every so often – usually they were doing some self-righteous "Stop bullying!" campaign or hanging sickening decorative posters up raising awareness about bullying – Rex almost had too much fun sabotaging the posters as soon as he would see another one pop up somewhere around the school campus.

One day, Weevil couldn't take it anymore – he had finally gotten the only person he ever even remotely tolerated back, and he was ignoring him! No one ignored Weevil Underwood and got away with it! Rex was standing with his back against his locker during lunch when Weevil approached him, glaring up at the taller brunette boy.

"Raptor, you've got some nerve!" The boy huffed.

Oh great. Rex thought with a small snort. He's here to pick a fight with me. "What'd I do this time, Bug-boy?" Rex called out in an expectant tone.

"For the love of the dinosaurs you worship so much, avoiding someone is what a girl does!"

Rex gave a crooked smirk. "I'm no girl, but go on."

"Forget it." Weevil shook his head. "You're not worth it. If you're sore because I actually gave notice to your black-and-blue face, you can—"

"Now who's acting like a girl?" Rex laughed, cutting Weevil off. "Calm down before you make a scene." He adopted a teasing sneer now. "I was waiting to see when you'd come crawling back to me."

"I—what?!" This caught Weevil completely off-guard. "Listen here, you troglodyte! I—"

"Save it for someone who cares." Rex gave a small smirk. "Was there anything else you wanted, or was ruining my oh-so manly image of you enough for today?"

"You're hopeless." Scoffed Weevil, though Rex could see the faint trace of a smile ghost around the edge of his lips. "And there was one thing – wanna actually spend today at the arcade?"

"Depends. You paying?"

"Why the hell would I pay for you?"

Rex chuckled and shrugged. "Alright, I'm in. We getting nachos there, or…"

"No, we stole food the last time we were there." Weevil shook his head. "They'll be suspicious."

"So where am I supposed to get some food?"

"Beats me; figure that out on your own." Weevil gave Rex a small glare. Rex smiled crookedly down at Weevil, and out of the blue he ruffled his fingers through Weevil's aqua hair. Weevil slunk back at the gesture, annoyed that his hair had gotten messed up, and worked on fixing it.

Rex chuckled. "How about we go eat an actual restaurant this time, Weeves? And maybe even pay the waitress. If she's good-looking."

"You never find good-looking waitresses, dino-brain." Weevil retorted, though thought over the suggestion. Finally he shrugged casually. "Eh, with your appetite, if we don't eat you'll be upset the whole time we're there. Fine, I guess we can stop to eat at an actual restaurant. Just not Burger World."

"Why not Burger World?"

"Joey and his friends work there." Weevil muttered with a sigh. Rex just shrugged as if the news was nothing out of the ordinary – which, in reality, it was.

"So the rookie has an entry-level job. Same as me and you do. What's the big deal?"

Weevil gazed up at Rex nonplussed. "Joey Wheeler… the guy who took your Red Eyes? Humiliated you twice in a duel? Was part of the reason that we lost our glory and fame in the first place?"

"Weevil, I've had years to get over that." Rex shrugged. "I don't feel like keeping a grudge. I'm not friendly to that ass… but I'm not gonna get livid over things they did way back when."

"That doesn't sound like you at all, dino-brain. Especially since the 'new you' seems to like fighting." Weevil gave the bruise on Rex's face another glance and a simple nod. "And besides, Rex, they won't give you that same respect back. They hate me for the things I did all that time ago… they've made my time here miserable because of it. And no amount of giving not yelling at them when they piss you off will fix that, Rex!"

"You were the one who threw Yugi's Exodia cards off that cruise ship, not me." Rex countered with a smirk, though he knew inwardly that Weevil was right – Yugi's clique would never accept the two boys, though that was something that he knew and respected for awhile now. "Just what all have they done to you to make this place hell for you, anyways?"

"Hmm, where do I begin? Well, they've tampered with my sources of transportation; they set me up on a date-ditch with a girl who I actually thought was nice…"

"A what?"

"Well… there was this chick, kinda nerdy… she asked me out on a date and I said yes, because I figured it was time I expanded my horizons… and she ended up ditching me in the middle of nowhere; she had provided the ride, and she left with it, so I had to walk home…"

"Woah, woah, woah. Yugi and his friends did that to you?" Rex's jaw dropped. "I thought they were nice!"

"There's a good reason for me hating them, you troglodyte." Weevil spat, though his words were tinged with sadness. "They've done a range of other, less important things over the years… I don't wanna bore you with the details."

"Heh. Any of 'em try that with me and they'll get a real taste of ol' King Rex's foot-stomp!" Rex didn't care so much that they did this to Weevil in the past as much as he wanted to prevent it from happening again. It's one thing to pick on that weak little bug-nerd when I'm not around… but if they dare try that on Weevil when I'm around, even if I'm not there… they'll regret it. Rex absentmindedly slipped his hand into his pocket, fidgeting with his switchblade as his brow furrowed.

Weevil eyed him curiously. "What are you doing?"

"Hm?" Rex raised his eyes, locking them with Weevil's own grey-blue ones.

"You're fidgeting… it's weird."

"Huh. Dunno why. Guess I don't notice it." Rex shrugged. "Anyways, I should probably get going, Weeves. I got stuff to do."

"If by 'stuff' you mean 'skipping class'." Weevil joked. "I'll catch you on the flip-side, Raptor! And you better not ditch me either."

With that and a small wave, Weevil turned and left Rex to lean against his locker, his fingers still wrapped around his switchblade as he hummed quietly along to a song that wasn't playing in the hallways of the school.

School ended with Rex drowning out the final bell to the sound of music from his iPod, banging his head quietly before he noticed the students beginning to file out of the room. Frowning, he crammed everything in his backpack, getting up with a grunt of effort. Gotta go get ants-for-brains. He thought to himself, turning down Renegade by Styx as he filed out of the room as well. He still was unsure about the campus he was adapting to, but could manage it well enough to find the front entrance without too much difficulty. Renegade still playing, Rex made his way to the front doors of school – his usual hard glares at the students were softened due to the music calming his nerves.

"I said, Dino-Breath!"

Hearing the shouting faintly over his music, Rex turned his head over his shoulder to catch sight of Weevil, looking like he was just short of kicking Rex to get his attention. "Take the damn earbuds out!" He could hardly make out Weevil's words, but complied anyways, pulling out one of the few portals to his levity and setting it aside to make conversation.

"Sorry, man, Styx was playing."

"I don't give a damn what sticks you were listening to!" Weevil misinterpreted Rex poorly, wagging a finger up by his nose. Rex contemplated nipping at it to get him to exit his space, but decided against it, instead turning up his nose at Weevil's finger and staring at it as if it were some odd alien parasite. "Gosh, first you deliberately ignore me, and then you unintentionally ignore me! What's next, dino-brain? You gonna go deaf or something?"

"What? Sorry, I wasn't listening." Rex brushed Weevil's finger away from his face, smiling testily down at his companion. Weevil gave a glare that might have actually intimidated Rex the smallest bit if he hadn't been in such a good mood, and the taller boy chuckled softly. "Oh lighten up, Weeves. We still on for the arcade?"

"No, that's why I decided to get your attention after class. Of course we're going to the arcade." Weevil rolled his eyes and continued walking alongside Rex, who put an earbud back in to keep the music rolling. Renegade had ended and Living on a Prayer had just begun. "And don't even think about tuning me out with that crap you call music."

Rex lightly slapped the back of Weevil's head. "Shut up. The stuff I listen to is great."

"About as great as the rap we listen to today." Weevil scoffed, ducking to avoid another slap from Rex.

"You can't even compare it." Rex growled. "Besides, you don't even listen to music, so you can't talk about it like you have. I don't talk shit about bugs."

"That's a weak argument." Weevil chuckled as they walked along the streets heading to downtown. "Say, that reminds me…"

Rex paused Jungle Love to look down at Weevil, who now looked troubled. "Yeah, what?"

"Yugi and his friends came up to me today during passing. They said something about how now that you're back, I need to stay on my toes and keep out of their sight." Weevil frowned, chewing subconsciously at his thumb-nail. "It was odd. I guess Wheeler told 'em you were back, and as I predicted, they don't like that."

"Yeah Weeves, don't want me to be a bad influence now." Rex thought this was more humorous than alarming, chuckling good-naturedly as they began to near their destination.

Weevil sighed, staring coldly at the older boy. "Don't act so nonchalant, dino-brain."

"You fear them; I don't. It's as simple as that." Rex shrugged. "You can live in fear at those nobodies, but I refuse to be like that. If they want to start trouble outta nothing, I'll be more than happy to give 'em trouble."

"What would your stepdad do?"

Rex returned Weevil's cold stare. "Don't bring him into this; he doesn't belong in the conversation. He doesn't belong anywhere. He's leaving in three days, anyways. But that's not the point and you know it."

"Yeah, yeah, then shut up about it." Weevil turned to watch where he was walking this time. "Better watch the road, dino-brain; don't want a repeat of last time we were on this street to happen."

"Huh? What do you…" Rex turned and stared down the road, then laughed; they were walking down the same road where the cloaked man all that time ago had dueled them and taken their souls. "Can't believe that was a few years ago. Gods, he was creepy."

"I would have won that race we had if he hadn't interrupted." Weevil stated in a matter-of-fact tone, smirking proudly as he inched his glasses further up his nose.

"Yeah right, bugs-for-brains. Even then I was stronger than you. I would have won."

"Nuh-uh." Weevil stuck his tongue out at Rex as they continued walking.

"How much you wanna bet?"

Weevil crossed his arms and pouted. "I'm not going to race with you now; you'd win in a heartbeat."

"Ah, playing it safe, I see." Rex tipped his hat forwards, exposing the lavender bangs trapped beneath the crimson material. Weevil stared for a moment, then changed topic.

"You know, Rex, I don't think I've ever seen you without your hat on!"

"Yeah, because I never take it off." Rex shrugged as if it was obvious to the world – which it should have been to Weevil. "Even I've forgotten what I look like with it off."

Weevil laughed for a moment before he shook his head and smiled. "I'll have to see you without that ridiculous cap on sometime, Raptor. Who knows – you may look like less of a mess without it covering your hair."

"I'm not a mess." Rex retorted casually. "Besides, I look better than you do; uptight bug-nerd isn't exactly a hit with dames."

"I'm not looking to impress a bunch of immature females." Weevil scoffed. "Unlike you… you're hormone-fuelled 24/7."

"Because every teenager in the world besides you is, Bug-boy. You just have to accept that you're not part of the simple majority."

"I already have accepted that, it seems that you're the one who hasn't yet." Weevil smirked up at Rex, watching him as his eyes wandered to a teenage girl who passed by them. Rex turned back with a confident smile, eyeing the road between just about every girl he could get his eyes on.

"Because you're just weird, Weeves. I'm telling you, you need to go ahead and hit puberty already; it's much more fun this way."

"Oh sod off, I already have hit puberty. When I was like twelve." Weevil added, sourly gazing at everything but Rex. Rex ruffled Weevil's hair, earning a grunt of disapproval from the aqua-haired boy as his hair was disheveled. "Don't do that, you're gonna get your disgusting grease all in my hair."

"See, told ya – uptight bug-nerd."

"Bet it's better than being whatever you're labeled nowadays. What even are you, anyways? I know you well enough to know you don't do drugs, so you're not a stoner… and you don't participate in skating… you have remained away from drugs, right?" Weevil looked up at Rex, his gaze no longer irritated but rather curious and slightly pleading. "You've changed since last we met… it'll be a shame if the few brain cells you've managed to scrap together are destroyed by the fumes of marijuana."

"I don't know what I am either." Rex shrugged. "And stop worrying, ants-for-brains, I'm not a stoner."

"Good." Weevil kept his reply short as the two neared the arcade. "So how much money did you bring with ya, dino-brain?"

"I didn't." Rex teased. When Weevil turned to stare nonplussed at him, Rex chuckled and continued. "Only messing with ya, Weevil. I snagged a twenty from ol' daddy's wallet."

"He'll beat you to a pulp when he finds out you took it." Weevil replied, only slightly snide as he gazed up at Rex with worry clouding his expression. Rex laughed and shrugged.

"With all the money he wastes at that tavern he goes to, he won't notice it missing."

The two reached the arcade at this time, Rex swinging the door widely while Weevil went in. Rex followed, looking around the dimly lit arcade with slight interest. Now that they weren't here to eat and to play games, he could truly get a look at all of the games and the atmosphere; dimly lit, the only true color coming from flashing screens on arcade games and light-up decorative on the wall, the arcade atmosphere would have made wonderfully for a party. Take Back the Night was playing in the background, only helping the atmosphere feel even more dangerous, and Rex smirked, liking the feeling the arcade gave him.

"Whaddya wanna play first?" Weevil called over the music, and Rex turned his gaze from nothing to his younger friend. He shrugged casually.

"Do whatever you want." He called back.

Weevil looked around the arcade, which was relatively packed – the downtown arcade was always popular with teenagers – and his eyes lit up the moment he found what he wanted to play. He grabbed Rex's jacket sleeve and tugged as he pointed to a game over in the corner. "That one looks good!" He called, already making his way over. More against his will than anything else, Rex followed behind, the darkness of the room and the amount of people participating in playing games disorientating to the brunette ruffian. He finally managed to locate Weevil, who had already slipped two quarters into the machine and was playing, lost deep in the game. Rex walked over and leaned against the machine, watching the game half-heartedly.

Tonight the night's, come on surrender
I won't lead your love astray, astray, yeah
Your love's a weapon
Give your body some direction
That's my aim
Then, we could
Take back the night
Come on, use me up until there's nothing left
Take back the night
Dizzy, spinning, sweating, you can't catch your breath
Take back the night
Ooh, don't know when the sun is rising next
Take back the night

So if the feeling's right, then raise your glass and let's

Take back the night

Rex, usually not a fan of newer pop music, found this song actually quite enjoyable, bobbing his head up and down to the beat while he tapped his foot to it. Weevil, who had been so busy in his game that he failed to notice that Rex had been standing there, looked up to Rex. He watched the older boy, caught up in the song, and smirked.

"Enjoying the song, Rex?" Weevil chuckled.

Rex nodded. "This would be a great song to fuck to."

Weevil sneered in response, averting his eyes back to the game. "I'm telling ya, you're hormone-fuelled 24/7. As if you could ever score."

"How do you know I haven't scored already?" Rex cooed. "For all you know I've been with tons of chicks."

"I highly doubt that." Weevil spat back, making theatrical gestures as he scrolled through his game – he'd duck when an object from the sky fell towards the main protagonist, swing his body left and right to match the movements of his character; Rex found great humor in this and found himself mesmerized by Weevil as he moved along with the game. "The day you score is the day the King of Games loses his title. It's the day that we become famous again and reinvent in card-games. Tell me right now honestly that you've slept with a girl."

"I'll have you know I have been with a girl before." Weevil looked up from his game at Rex, who had his arms crossed and was giving a triumphant yet serious look to the green-haired boy.

"Legit?"

"One-hundred percent, Bug-boy."

Weevil shrugged and went back to his game. "I've never really been interested in chicks…"

"I'm telling you, Weeves – you're weird that way. For as long as I've known you, you've never been too interested in chicks. Why do you think that is?" Rex's arms were still crossed, though his head was tilted towards the bug duelist, looking at him curiously.

"They're just not my style." Weevil offered, wondering over the question himself. He had come to a conclusion long ago about why it was he did not find girls too interesting, but didn't want to give his insight to Rex; making the situation awkward was not something he intended to accomplish today. "I don't wish to have an immature girl attached to me… they're too much work. I suppose you'd make a horrible boyfriend, dino-brain; you'd forget their birthdays or just plain ignore them…"

"I'm a fine boyfriend." Rex scoffed. "But let's just say I wasn't with the chick to be cutesy."

Weevil froze, turning to Rex. "You..." He shook his head and tried to return to the game, his concentration completely shattered by Rex's words. He lost rather quickly, not finding the concentration he needed to defeat the harder levels. This was something he completely expected from Rex, but at the same time it was something he had hoped Rex would never stoop to; Weevil's mother had taught him from a young age to cherish and love a girl, and that love was a serious thing, not to be spread around like crayons to an open canvas. He suggested quietly that they find another game and Rex shrugged casually, following Weevil as they walked about the arcade.

Finally, Rex found a game he wanted to participate in, and about half an hour later he turned to notice that Weevil was not with him anymore. He must have buzzed off to go do something else. Rex figured with a shrug as he turned back to his game. After a loss, he frowned and went to find his friend in the dim lighting of the arcade. For awhile he was unable to find Weevil, even going as far as to call out to him in the crowds, and it was starting to get to the usually level-headed boy. He stomped about, anger flaring to that of a T-Rex's, when finally he caught the flash of Weevil's spectacles. Sighing in relief, Rex ran towards the boy, catching Weevil by surprise; he had been playing a crane-machine in hopes of winning what Rex could recognize as a butterfly.

"You startled me!" Weevil whined. "I could have missed my target." The crane pulled up on the butterfly's wing, levitating the object halfway before the slippery material of the butterfly slipped through the metal bars and the insect-plush fell back to the carpet of numerous other plush-toys. "God damn machines. I blame you for this, dino-breath."

"It's about time I caught up to you." Rex scolded. "Move over and let me try – you're obviously not going to win that butterfly on your luck streak."

Rex popped two quarters into the machine and started moving the controls, Weevil pressing his face up against the glass to peer at Rex's movements curiously. Rex stooped the machine down and the crane grasped its claws around the butterfly, lifting the stuffed toy up into the air. Rex pressed the controls to bring the crane to the pick-up slot, and it dropped the toy obediently. Weevil squealed beside him in happiness, bending over to grab the butterfly from the slot. He hugged the toy to him ecstatically, a wide grin on his face.

"It's awesome!" He gushed. "I owe you one, dino-breath."

Taking that as enough of a thank-you, Rex tipped his hat forward in response. "Think nothing of it, Bug-boy. Now c'mon, let's go."

The two exited the arcade with Rex still humming along to Take Back the Night. Weevil cocked an eyebrow towards the older teen, cutting him off mid-chorus. "You really like that song, huh."

"I usually hate modern pop." Rex shrugged. "But that song's really catchy. I dunno, I like it."

"I'll have to remember that sometime."

"Don't know when that will come in handy, but thanks, I guess." The two made their way to the marking point of their parting, waving to each other as they made their separate ways home. Rex didn't anticipate his father being there, and the sun was only just beginning to go down, so he felt safer this time around returning home.