Title: To My Enemy I've Come To Love

Author: celestial-fire-angel

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh

Pairings: Seto x Yami, Ryou x Yami

Rating: T


Author's Note: Yes, I am a horrible person for not updating sooner...but I had writer's block and I also had to finish schoolwork and applications. I'm very sorry for the long wait but now that everything is working out again, I can update 'faster'...yeah, no more boring stuff...on with the story.

Chapter Twelve

Reaching his classroom door, Yami turned to Ryou and smiled, his cheeks still tinged red.

"See you later," Ryou said, heading off to his own class.

"See you," Yami called after Ryou. His heart was thumping wildly as he pulled open the door to his classroom. As soon as he entered, he felt the stares of his classmates. Ignoring them, Yami went to take a seat.

"Yo, Yami," Jou whispered. "Is it true?"

Yami turned to Jou and tilted his head. "What's true?" he asked.

"It's all over the school," Jou said. "About you and Kaiba."

Yami's crimson eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?" he asked softly. "There's nothing…"

"I wouldn't call it nothing," Jou said. "You don't know what they're saying."

"That bastard's spewing lies again?" Yami growled.

"I don't think they're lies, Yami," Jou said. "He's got the evidence to back it up."

"What did he say, Jou?" Yami asked, not liking where this was going.

Jou cleared his throat and turned to face Yami fully. "Kaiba said you and him…" Jou paused, thinking of the best way to put it. "…slept together."

Yami just stared for a moment, unable to comprehend what Jou said. "What!" he exclaimed. "He said…how the…what the hell?" Taking a deep breath, Yami started again. "We didn't sleep together! I'd rather jump off a cliff than sleep with him, you know that, Jou."

Jou nodded slowly. "I believe ya, Yami," Jou said. "But they're saying he's got scratches from it."

"Scratches?" Yami asked. "What the…oh hell!" Yami got up and ran out of the classroom as the teacher was walking inside.

"Mr. Mutou!" she screeched. "Get back in here!"

"I have something to take care of," Yami called back, running towards Seto's classroom.

Having memorized where the other's classroom was, Yami didn't even realize that he had reached it. Looking inside, he saw the teacher hadn't arrived yet and threw open the door. "Seto Kaiba!" he shouted, walking to said brunet's desk.

Seto turned from his conversation with a classmate and smirked when he saw Yami. "Ah…what is it? Can't resist me eh? Want to have a go during school?"

Yami blushed as quiet giggles exploded throughout the room. "Shut up," he snapped. "Outside."

"Do not order me around," Seto said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Although doing it…"

"Just get your ass outside," Yami said, turning to leave.

"Anxious huh?" Seto said, standing up and uncrossing his arms. "Well guess I better not keep you waiting." Walking to the door, Seto heard the whispers break out. Smirking, he stepped outside and closed the door, effectively blocking out the other sounds.

"What was that?" Yami screamed, his voice echoing in the empty hallway.

"What are you talking about?" Seto asked, still smirking.

"Don't fuck with me," Yami said.

"The school already thinks I have," Seto said, crossing his arms again as he leaned against the wall.

"That's a lie and you know it!" Yami said. "What the hell are you trying to prove?"

"That you can't get away with defying me," Seto said, his smirk dropping, his tone serious.

"That's what this was all about?" Yami screeched. "You are the dumbest bastard I know!"

Seto frowned. "Do not insult me," he said.

Yami huffed and shook his head. "You know what, never mind," he said. "I don't have anything to say to you." He turned and walked down the hallway, back to his class, without looking back.

Fuck him! Yami thought angrily. Him and his over-inflated ego! Yami stared at the door of his classroom, a hand on the knob. Thinking again, Yami shook his head and backed away. He did not want to deal with any more giggles or glares. Sighing, he ran to the parking lot and looked for his scooter until he remembered what had happened. "Fuck!" he screamed.

He went to where his scooter was parked and checked it over. There were scratches but other than that, no major damage had been done. Sighing in relief, Yami put the helmet on and started the ignition, taking off down the street.

Yami hardly noticed the scenery that passed by, focusing solely on getting home. Asshole…this isn't over. I'm not going to let you walk over me like this! Yami thought.

Reaching his apartment, Yami climbed off his scooter and locked it. As he was walking to his apartment, he saw his landlord running towards him.

"Yami, wait," the landlord wheezed, catching up to the youth.

Yami stopped and waited for the elderly man to catch his breath. "What is it?" he asked.

"Ah, I'm sorry, but could you give me your keys?"

"What's going on?" Yami demanded.

"A young man came here and told me that you were no longer in need of the apartment," the landlord said, holding his hand out. "Now please, Yami, the key."

Yami just stared for a moment. "What did this guy look like?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.

"An attractive young man about your age with the deepest set of blue eyes I've seen," the old man said.

Yami frowned. "Kaiba…" he growled.

"Kaiba? The son of KaibaCorp's CEO?" the old man asked, his eyes widening. "How do you know him, young Yami?"

"I go to school with that bas—him," Yami said, correcting himself. He was not about to explain his situation with his landlord.

"Ah, I see. In any case, he told me you found somewhere else to stay, so if you will, the key please," the landlord said.

"Mr. Ishida…" Yami began.

"I don't have all day, Yami," Mr. Ishida said, getting impatient.

"Where am I supposed to stay then?" Yami asked, handing over the key to his apartment.

"Mr. Kaiba told me you've already found another place to stay," Mr. Ishida said, walking away.

"When did he tell this to you?" Yami asked.

"Yesterday," came the reply before the man disappeared from his sight.

"Yesterday?" Yami mumbled to himself. "When the hell did Kaiba find the time to…" Then it hit him. It had taken him an hour to find Seto's room. With the way Seto drove, it couldn't take more than fifteen minutes between the two places. One hour would have been plenty of time to talk to the landlord. His hands had balled up into fists.

Yami took several deep breaths to try and calm himself down. "Goddammit!" Yami screamed, punching the concrete wall beside him. "I'm going to kill him!" Taking his scooter keys back out of his pocket, Yami mounted his scooter and strapped the helmet to his head.

Yami turned on the ignition and sped back towards the school.

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Seto sat back down in his seat, ignoring all the whispering around him. Let the fools think whatever they want. Seto thought.

"Seto?"

Seto turned to see one of his classmates staring at him. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned back in his seat. "What?" he asked.

"Um…you know that cruise that's coming up?" the girl asked, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

Seto raised an eyebrow. "I'm the one who planned it," he said, wondering if people could get any dumber.

"I was wondering…I-if you would go…" the girl lowered her gaze to the floor.

"Of course I'm going," Seto snapped. He was started to get annoyed by the way the girl was handling herself. He hated it when people stuttered around him.

"I meant…wouldyouliketogowithme?"

"No."

"B-but…"

"I already have a date," Seto said, standing up. "It's pointless for you to even try asking me." With that, he left the classroom, leaving the girl, as well as the rest of the class, wondering who Seto's date was.

In the hallway, Seto smirked. "Now to find that street rat," Seto said, walking down the hallway, towards Yami's classroom.

"Yo, Kaiba."

Seto glanced over his shoulder. "What, Otogi?" he asked.

Otogi stepped out of his classroom, sliding the door shut behind him. "Where're you headed?" he asked.

"That shouldn't concern you," Seto said.

"You're going to find that little bastard, aren't you?"

"…"

"Don't hang around him too much, Kaiba," Otogi warned.

"Don't tell me what to do," Seto growled, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

"You've been spending a lot of time with him," Otogi pointed out.

"Your point?"

"Don't forget what you promised to do to him," Otogi said.

"…I haven't forgotten."

Scene Change

Yami parked his scooter in the parking lot, briefly wondering if people might think he was crazy for leaving school only to come back. Shaking his head, he climbed off the scooter and headed towards the school.

"Asshole…I'll kill him, I'll kill him," Yami repeated over and over again.

As he approached the entrance, a group of students hurried in front of him from either side.

"Yami Mutou," one girl said, crossing her arms over her chest. "You need to be taught a lesson."

"What are you talking about? Get out of my way," Yami said, not in the mood to be courteous and polite today. He had a score to settle.

"Get him!"

Suddenly Yami felt a sharp pain in his back and realized two burly guys pinned him down. "Let go!" he said, trying to get up.

"Stay away from Seto," the girl said, glaring at Yami.

"What the hell?"

"Don't act stupid," the girl said. "I see how you're always hanging around with Seto and Ryou, I'm not blind. What makes you so special? You're just filth that somehow managed to worm his way into our prestigious school. I've been here three years and Seto hasn't once even looked in my direction. Here you are, just transferred and you're already part of their group? Heh, what a joke. Trash like you need to be taught their place." Signaling to the two guys still pinning Yami to the ground, she smirked before tossing her hair and walking inside.

"Get the fuck away from me!" Yami said, struggling even harder.

"Hey, shut it," one of the guys said, clamping his hand over Yami's mouth.

Yami glared at them, his eyes narrowing.

"It's open here, let's get him somewhere so no one can interrupt," the second said.

"So you actually have a brain in there," the first said.

"Shut up."

The two guys grabbed Yami by the front of his uniform and hauled him to his feet, a hand still clamped over the smaller teen's mouth. They dragged Yami around to the side of the school where bushes hid them partly from view from the athletic fields.

Smirking, the two threw Yami against the wall. Yami's mouth opened in surprise as his breath was knocked from his lungs. The force in which he was thrown against the wall caused the back of his head to connected painfully against the cinder block wall. Immediately sharp lightning bolts of pain shot down his spine and spread to his arms, momentarily immobilizing him. His vision started to lighten and dim, as if his eyes couldn't decide whether it was night or day, and everything seemed to be shifting in and out of focus as well.

He slid down the wall until he sat on the ground, trying to get his breath back into his lungs. He winced as he placed a hand on the back of his head, where it had hit the wall.

"We'll teach you to never step into Rika's territory," the first said, kneeling to grab a fistful of Yami's hair and yanked him back onto his feet.

Yami winced and brought his hands up to clamp around the wrist of the hand currently pulling on his hair. "Let go!" he screamed again.

"Shut the fuck up!" the first one said, letting go of Yami to land a hard punch to the other teen's face. Yami toppled to the ground and lay there, a hand coming up to cover the injured area. A small stream of blood trickled from Yami's lower lip.

"Asshole," Yami muttered. He tried to pick himself up but a swift kick to his side caused him to fall again.

Yami curled up, pain exploding where he was kicked. He bit his already injured lip, trying not to show the bastards any weakness. Fuck. This is so messed up. What the hell did I do to deserve this shit?

"Hey, let me have a turn," the second one said.

"Go for it, he isn't fighting back," the first one said, smirking.

Yami tried one more time to stand up but the second had landed his kick in his stomach. Yami coughed, gasping in the pain that blossomed from his stomach. "B-bastards," he gasped. "Go fuck yourselves."

"What did you say, fucker?"

Another kick.

"I dare you to say it again, you piece of shit."

Two more kicks in rapid succession.

Yami curled into a ball, hoping to protect his stomach from any more abuse. He bit on his lower lip to keep from making a sound but it was getting harder and harder to keep quiet.

Scene Change

Seto walked down to Yami's classroom and slid open the door, a smirk on his face. Why not make Yami agree to go to the cruise in front of his class? That would be sure to add fuel to the already raging fire of rumors about them.

"M-Mr. K-Kaiba," the teacher stuttered, nervously reaching up to adjust her glasses.

Seto ignored her, his eyes sweeping over the class, trying to find Yami. Blue eyes narrowed when he saw that Yami wasn't there. "Where's Yami Mutou?" he demanded, finally settling his gaze on the cowering teacher.

"He said…he said he had s-something to take care of…" the teacher started trailing off.

"He didn't come back?"

"N-no."

"You're fired," Seto said, turning heel and walking out, slamming the door behind him. "Where the hell are you, street rat?"

He almost ran down the hall, towards the main entrance.

"Seto!"

Seto ignored the voice until a hand reached to his shoulder. "Don't touch me!" he barked.

"Are you alright?"

"Get the hell away from me, Rika," Seto said.

"Have lunch with me," she said.

"Fuck off!" Seto said, shrugging her hand off his shoulder roughly. "I don't have time to deal with you."

"But…"

Seto walked away. He was not in the mood to hear this girl babble, hear the ass-kissing comments she always directed towards him.

"Wait, where are you going?" she asked.

"It's none of your business," Seto said. "Now leave me alone." He threw a deathly glare at her, daring her to speak again.

Finally taking the hint, Rika nodded and quickly headed towards her classroom. Yami should be taken care of by now…that'll teach him. Not able to gloat to herself, Rika stopped and turned around, calling after Seto's retreating form, "Good luck finding Mutou!"

Seto stopped walking and turned back. "What did you say?" he asked.

"Nothing," Rika said, disappearing around a corner.

Seto walked outside and towards the parking lot when he heard laughter followed by a faint grunt. His curiosity getting the better of him, Seto walked towards the sounds he heard. As he neared, he could hear two guys laughing.

"Hey, the punk's stopped moving," one said. "You think he's passed out?"

"After the shit we put him through, he better be," the second said.

"Damn, glad we chose to stay on Rika's good side," the first said. "Man, Mutou's in deep shit. I kinda feel sorry for the guy."

"Shut up! Mutou deserves it. Who the hell does he think he is? Rika was right, I don't see anything special about him so why does he get the royal treatment from the 4 Kings?" A 'thump' was heard and a small whimper of pain managed to escape from their victim.

Seto narrowed his eyes and rounded the corner. "So, you think he gets royal treatment?" he asked.

"Holy shit! S-Seto…K-Kaiba!"

The two teens froze, eyes widening when they heard Seto's voice. "Uh…"

Seto looked past them and spotted someone on the ground with familiar blond, black and red hair. It was a pitiful sight to see Yami's uniform ripped in various places with dirt and grass stains crisscrossing the fabric. "Who the hell gave you permission to touch him?" he spat.

"R-Rika," came the answer.

"Get out of my way," Seto said, walking towards the smaller teen lying on the ground, still curled in a protective ball.

The two big teens immediately stepped out of the way, flattening themselves against the wall of the school. They looked at each other nervously.

Seto knelt beside Yami and wrapped his arms around the tri-colored teen's body, lifting the other so that Yami lay against Seto. Seto brushed Yami's hair from his face and noticed an ugly bruise on the side left side of his face as well. He saw a trickle of blood running from Yami's mouth and noticed that the other had a split lip. The once crisp uniform jacket was now covered in dirt and rumpled.

"Hey, street rat," Seto called, shaking Yami.

A small pained groan reached his ears as he saw crimson irises slowly emerge from beneath tan eyelids. "K-Kaiba?"

"Can you walk?" Seto asked, letting a small note of concern lace his voice.

Yami grimaced and sat up, wrapping an arm around his middle. "I'm fine," he said, attempting to stand.

Seto shook his head and kept his arms firmly around Yami. "Don't push yourself," he said. "You don't have to act tough anymore."

"Fuck you," Yami said, trying to push Seto away. "Get away from me."

"I just saved your sorry ass," Seto said. "I'd watch your attitude."

"Shut up!" Yami said, brushing himself off. He shoved Seto away and stood up despite his body's protests and wobbled on his shaky legs. "Damn it!" He doubled over and dropped to his knees again, wincing against the pain that had immediately shot through his torso.

"I told you," Seto said. "I'm feeling generous today so I'll carry you."

"Don't touch me," Yami snarled.

"Don't order me around," Seto drawled, scooping Yami up into his arms. Glaring at the two other teens, Seto brushed past again. "I'll kill the both of you later."

Yami would have protested but his body did not want to take anymore. He could feel the edges of his vision start to darken. "Let…go…" Yami said, struggling to keep himself awake. He just wanted to sleep. He could feel his whole body protest against every little movement he made.

"You really are a moron," Seto said.

"Fuck you."

Author's Note: So how was this chapter? Good, bad? Worth the wait? Please let me know!

Arigatou gozaimashita!