Story - New and Weird.
Written by Rachel, a.k.a. VoiceOfReason
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"Person speaking"
'Person thinking'
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Rachel: Alright, this is my first fanfic, so...let's just see how it turns out.
Yugi: I'm sure you'll do fine. ^-^
Bakura: Pfft...yeah right.
Rachel: *Hits Bakura over the head with a frying pan* Shut up, you!
Bakura: *Rubs head and walks off, mumbling something about revenge and a stuffed monkey*
Rachel: o_o; Anyways...the basic story line is of an English girl starting school, making enemies, friends and more. *Winks* No Millennium items or anything, just a normal-ish school life. Her name is, amazingly, Rachel. And she likes to fight, as I'm sure you'll find out.
Yugi: Don't forget about me! *Does puppy-dog eyes*
Rachel: *Huggles* we could never forget about you, you're so Kawaii! *Pinches cheeks*
Yugi: ^_^ Don't forget about the Disclaimer either.
Rachel: The what?
Yugi: You know, the thing you say to people so you don't get sued?
Rachel: Uh... *Blank expression*
Yugi: *Rolls eyes* Rachel does not own Yu-Gi-Oh, or any of the characters in this fanfic. Except maybe Rachel...but for safety...we'll just say she doesn't own her either.
Rachel: Oh, that! *Laughs all embarrassed like*
Yugi: *Falls over anime style*
Rachel: *Blinks* Anyways...on with the ficcy! ^_^
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Chapter 1: The rescue.
"P-please, d-d-don't hurt me..." His voice was barely a whisper.
A small boy, looking around the age of 10 was cowering in a corner, tears streaming down his face. He was trapped; he had nowhere to run.
"Aww, but that would ruin all my fun!" a voice sneered, "And you don't want me to get angry now, do you?" his voice sharpened, chocolate brown eyes were glaring coldly at the young-looking boy.
"No...o-of course not..." he closed his once sparkling purple eyes, normally filled with innocence and purity, now red from all the crying, waiting for the beating to come.
The brown-eyed boy laughed, "You're so pathetic." He spat out.
The smaller boy could do nothing but stand there and await his punishment. 'Punishment?' He thought, 'what have I done wrong? What have I ever done to anybody? Oh, that's right...' He sighed sadly, 'I was born. I breathed. I just happened to be walking along when I was attacked by one of the school's bullies who decided to have some fun.' (AN: *cries*)
"Well?" the taller boy smirked, "Any last words before I ruin that innocent little face of yours?" He walked forwards, slowly closing the gap between himself and his victim.
The smaller boy opened his eyes; tears were still flowing down his cheeks, he shook his head slowly.
"I thought as much." He grabbed the boy's shirt and pushed him against the wall, smirking as he saw the boy's body shaking with fear. Bringing his knee up, he kicked the smaller boy directly in the stomach then let go of his shirt, causing the boy to fall to the floor, doubled over in pain.
The small boy groaned as he felt pain sweep all through his body, but he knew it was far from over. He felt another sharp pain in his ribs, as he was continually kicked there. He began to feel faint; he thought he was going to die, when he heard a voice shout. Was someone calling to him? He couldn't make out the words. Maybe he was going to heaven and his angel was calling him. Yes, that was it... He felt another wave of pain go through him as he received a blow to the head. Everything blacked out.
"Hey, you!" someone shouted. The boy looked up, annoyance clear on his face.
"What?! I'm busy here!"
"Busy trying to kill some poor boy?!" the voice snorted. His eyes narrowed at the person now challenging him.
"What's it to you? Want to join him?" he barked, he could not believe that someone was talking to him like this. Him, the most feared guy in the school! He felt his anger rising even more as the person laughed at his threat. "What is so funny?" He yelled. His tone of voice would have frightened anyone, even the bravest of teachers. Not this person.
"Well, yes, as a matter of fact I do." The person was not smiling, but glared at the chocolate-coloured eyes, amusement clear in her (A/N: Yes. A girl!) voice.
The boy snarled; losing what little patience he had. "You won't find it funny when I slam my fist into your face!"
The challenger smiled sweetly, tilting her head to the side. "What? You wouldn't hurt lil' old me, would you?"
"Just watch me!" The boy lunged for the cocky girl who dared to mock him, only to find himself punching air as she stepped to the side. His body was shaking with anger. He was determined to make this girl pay. She was only a girl. There was no way she could even hurt him. (A/N: *Glares*) He turned to face her once again, fire burning in his eyes.
"You're going to pay for mocking me!" He spat.
"Really now?" She laughed, raising her eyebrow at his comment. "I'd like to see you land a punch."
The boy just stood there. Trying not to let his anger get the better of him. There was no point in just charging at her, she appeared to be pretty fast.
"Well?" She demanded, "I'm getting bored. I don't have all day." She yawned.
That was it. A girl mocking him, he could deal with, he'd just insult her back and be on his way. Sure, he was one of the most infamous people of the school, but he wasn't going to hit a girl. This time, however, he could make an exception. Then again...he didn't recognize this girl. He would have seen her around. She must be new. But that gave her no reason to speak to him like this. Now unable to control his temper, he lunged for her again. She was ready for him. She stepped to the side again, and reached across, grabbing his hand, twisting it in her grasp. He felt a sharp pain in his hand, and gasped, in a state of shock. She grabbed his snowy white hair and slammed him against a nearby locker.
"Having fun?" The girl hissed in his ear. He could do nothing. This girl somehow had him in an iron grip. "Well you're not much of a challenge, are you?" She scoffed. She slowly pulled him away from the locker, only to slam him against it once again. He yelped in pain, and she smiled at the result. She let him go, not wanting to hurt him too much. Well, that wasn't true. She wanted to...well; she wasn't sure what she wanted to do. Just hurt him a lot. (A/N: *Sweatdrops* Writer's block, okay?) He groaned and fell to the ground, lifeless. She smiled with satisfaction, staring at the bully with cold eyes. She was about to walk away, when she heard a soft moan coming from the corner of the corridor. Her eyes softened as she walked over to the waking boy. She shook him slightly, not wanting to scare him.
He moaned again, his eyelids fluttered slightly, slowly opening. His head hurt so much. Everything hurt so much. He blinked, trying to get his eyes to focus but to no avail. He gasped as he saw a dark shadow looming above him, but unable to tell whom it was. What if it was Bakura and he wasn't done with his torment yet? He scrambled backwards, but was unable to go far as his back met the wall, feeling the pain of his beating in doing so. He trembled in fear and looked up, expecting to see a less-than-happy Bakura. But what he saw was not Bakura. It was a tanned, pretty looking girl with long brown hair that was red at the tips. Her hazel eyes were softened in concern.
"Are you okay?" She slowly extended her hand, to help the poor boy up. He flinched and closed his eyes, expecting to be hit. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you." She whispered softly.
He said nothing, just looked up at her with wide purple-coloured eyes, the fear clear for the girl to see. It had to be a trick. She'd wait till he had his guard down, and then she'd hurt him, too. Everyone did. He felt tears rolling down his cheeks once more as the feeling of being alone, and the fear of being hurt again set in.
"Oh...please don't cry...I won't hurt you, I promise." She sighed, looking at the pathetic sight in front of her. It pained her to see such things going on in the world. Sure, moments ago she had shown no mercy. But that baka deserved it.
"...H-how much do you want?" She had to lean in closer to catch his barely audible words.
"What?" She asked, clearly confused.
"M-money. That is w-what you came to me for, r-right?" He was still shaking in fear, the whole Bakura experience had not left him yet. The girl laughed sadly.
"I don't want your money. I just thought you might need some help, that's all." She smiled.
"Help?" He looked around, and gasped in utter disbelief as he saw Bakura motionless on the ground. Forgetting his fear for a moment, he turned back to the girl and asked in awe, "Did you do that?" The girl nodded slightly, scratching the back of her head.
"Well, yeah...but he deserved it." The small boy nodded, but fear sunk in once again.
"Is...is he...dead?" He gulped, not wanting to be in the presence of a killer. She couldn't help it, the girl burst into laughter.
"Of course not! I'm not a killer, if that's what you're thinking." She looked at him, tilting her head slightly, with a glint in her eyes. As soon as the glint had appeared, it was gone. "Seriously, are you okay? It looks like that guy gave you quite a beating there."
"I-I think so." He felt the back of his head and winced at the pain. His whole body ached, and he was sure he'd end up with at least one black eye. His crimson, black and blonde hair, usually spiked up with gel, was a complete mess. The girl frowned slightly.
"Well I don't." She extended her hand once again, and smiled to see the small boy take it. She helped him get up slowly.
"It's okay, I'll be fine." He couldn't look her in the eyes; he suddenly found the floor extremely interesting. She frowned again. "What did you do to that ass anyway?"
"Well...I..." He looked up at her; she raised her eyebrows, waiting for an answer. "Nothing."
"What do you mean, "nothing"? Surely you must have done something to make him do that to you?" The small boy shook his head sadly.
"I must have been in his way, and he must have been in a bad mood...and I'm normally used for the more popular people to push around anyway. Me and a few others..." What he said shocked her. Where she came from, sure, bullying existed, but it was nothing compared to this. (A/N: Yeah right...) She looked on as more tears fell down the boy's cheeks. She felt so sorry for the poor boy. He looked so innocent, much like a child. But she noted by the uniform he wore that he must be around the age of fifteen. She walked towards him and took him in her arms. This action shocked the boy, but he simply cried into her shoulder. She stood there with the boy in her arms, rocking him gently as his crying eventually stopped. She let him go and he stepped back a little, giving her a weak smile. "Thanks...for what you did for me just now." She smiled warmly at the boy before her.
"By the way, what's your name?"
"It's Yugi. Yugi Mutou."
"Wow, what a weird name." She smiled. "I'm Rachel. Rachel Miller." (A/N: Original, huh? No, that's not MY name.) Yugi laughed slightly.
"Speak for yourself. Your name is just as weird. But I don't see what's so strange about mine."
"Ah. You see, I'm new here; that much I'm sure you're aware of. But I come from England. And, well, I seem to be getting lost pretty easily around here. You wouldn't mind giving me a personal tour tomorrow, would you?" (A/N: It's the end of school right now.) Yugi blinked, slightly surprised. This new girl wanted him to show her around? Even after she'd seen how pathetic he was. Surely she was up to something. But she seemed so warm and genuine. He was confused.
"Um..well..." he stammered, he was never very good around people he didn't know. 'Damn, that was supposed to be a, "Yes. Of course I will." Well that turned out great. Now she's going to think you're stupid.' Rachel just laughed. Before he could stop himself, he spoke aloud.
"You laugh at a lot of things, don't you?" Proving his point, she laughed again.
"Well yeah. I like to look at things positively. Maybe too positive for some peoples' liking. But it beats being depressed all the time." Yugi just nodded shyly. This girl seemed quite strange. Maybe that's what all the people in England were like.
"Are all people in England as...nice as you?" He blushed slightly at his comment; he didn't want to offend her by asking if all English people were weird.
"Not really. I'm one of a kind." She winked and grinned at Yugi, who just gave her a small smile. 'This boy sure is shy. But I'll get him to open up. I'm sure he'll make a great friend.' "So...are you willing to give me the grand tour, or will I have to wander aimlessly around till I eventually find my way?" She pouted at him. All he could do was laugh.
"Since you put it that way, sure, why not."
"Alright!" She held up her hand for him to high five. He just stared at it dumbly. "Uh...you're supposed to high five my hand..."
"Oh..." He blushed again; no one but Ryou had ever been this nice to him. Even tried to hold a conversation with him. This girl sure was nice. He just hoped she didn't secretly want to hurt him. He hoped she would be his friend. He was short on friends. Ryou was maybe the only real friend he had. Unfortunately for him, other people liked to pick on him, too.
"Never mind," she laughed once again, "Hey, you wouldn't mind if I hung out with you, would you? I mean, being new and all, people just act as if you're not there. Either that or stare at you as if you're some kind of alien." Yugi nodded, laughing slightly, unable to hold his excitement.
"Great!" she exclaimed, gleefully. She looped her arm through his and started walking towards the exit. He had to quicken his pace to catch up to how fast Rachel was walking, he drew in his breath at the sharp pain he felt in his ribs. Rachel noticed this and slowed down. Yugi sighed thankfully and smiled at her. She smiled back."Let's get outta here. I hate staying in school longer than you have to."
"Yeah, me too." He grinned.
They walked home together, talking about what things they liked, what homework they had and what music they listened to. Like him, Rachel played Duel Monsters. Though she was new to the game, and didn't have many cards. Yugi offered to teach her how to play and she was bouncing up and down when she found out his Grandpa was the owner of a game shop. They eventually went their separate ways, after agreeing to walk to school together the next morning.
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"I'm home, Grandpa!" Yugi shouted happily. He would have run up the stairs he was that happy, but the earlier encounter with Bakura made him unable him to do so.
"Yugi!" His Grandpa gasped, walking into the room to greet his Grandson. "What happened to you?"
"Oh...it was nothing really." He shrugged; care free about what had happened earlier. He couldn't understand why he was acting this way. Neither could his Grandpa.
"If you say so. But let's get you cleaned up." Yugi just nodded slightly, following his Grandpa into the living room. He sat there patiently as his Grandpa sorted out his wounds and put some ointment on his eye to prevent it from bruising. (A/N: I don't even know if there is such a thing. But this is my ficcy, so there.) He wasn't paying attention to anything his Grandpa was saying. He had made a new friend. A nice, cool, funny one at that. He was sure life would be much better from now on, not to mention interesting. Rachel sure was unusual.
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Rachel: Yay! I finished! Well, I'm not sure whether it was too short or too long or what, cause it's my first ficcy! I'm also having trouble working out how to sort out how things are laid out. You know, the few html codes you can use? -.-; It's all so confusing... Any helpful tips would be appreciated. ^-^ Ack, my fingers ache...
Bakura: Quit complaining. YOU didn't get beaten up! Besides, you didn't even write it all at once. You wrote some yesterday, and you just finished it now.
Rachel: Well...that's not the point...
Yugi: Nope. It's over and done with, just be quiet, Bakura! I'm sure this isn't the only time you get beaten up... and by a girl. *Sniggers*
Bakura: *Growls* Watch it, you!
Yugi: *Runs and hides behind Rachel*
Rachel: Leave the poor boy alone, Bakura! Or I'll make sure you get beaten up in every chapter I write!
Bakura: *Gulps* Gah...fine! *Storms off again*
Rachel: Well, what did you think? I hope it's not too bad. It is my first fic after all.
Yugi: Yeah, give the girl some credit. *Claps* R and R people! Be nice! ^_^
Written by Rachel, a.k.a. VoiceOfReason
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"Person speaking"
'Person thinking'
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Rachel: Alright, this is my first fanfic, so...let's just see how it turns out.
Yugi: I'm sure you'll do fine. ^-^
Bakura: Pfft...yeah right.
Rachel: *Hits Bakura over the head with a frying pan* Shut up, you!
Bakura: *Rubs head and walks off, mumbling something about revenge and a stuffed monkey*
Rachel: o_o; Anyways...the basic story line is of an English girl starting school, making enemies, friends and more. *Winks* No Millennium items or anything, just a normal-ish school life. Her name is, amazingly, Rachel. And she likes to fight, as I'm sure you'll find out.
Yugi: Don't forget about me! *Does puppy-dog eyes*
Rachel: *Huggles* we could never forget about you, you're so Kawaii! *Pinches cheeks*
Yugi: ^_^ Don't forget about the Disclaimer either.
Rachel: The what?
Yugi: You know, the thing you say to people so you don't get sued?
Rachel: Uh... *Blank expression*
Yugi: *Rolls eyes* Rachel does not own Yu-Gi-Oh, or any of the characters in this fanfic. Except maybe Rachel...but for safety...we'll just say she doesn't own her either.
Rachel: Oh, that! *Laughs all embarrassed like*
Yugi: *Falls over anime style*
Rachel: *Blinks* Anyways...on with the ficcy! ^_^
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Chapter 1: The rescue.
"P-please, d-d-don't hurt me..." His voice was barely a whisper.
A small boy, looking around the age of 10 was cowering in a corner, tears streaming down his face. He was trapped; he had nowhere to run.
"Aww, but that would ruin all my fun!" a voice sneered, "And you don't want me to get angry now, do you?" his voice sharpened, chocolate brown eyes were glaring coldly at the young-looking boy.
"No...o-of course not..." he closed his once sparkling purple eyes, normally filled with innocence and purity, now red from all the crying, waiting for the beating to come.
The brown-eyed boy laughed, "You're so pathetic." He spat out.
The smaller boy could do nothing but stand there and await his punishment. 'Punishment?' He thought, 'what have I done wrong? What have I ever done to anybody? Oh, that's right...' He sighed sadly, 'I was born. I breathed. I just happened to be walking along when I was attacked by one of the school's bullies who decided to have some fun.' (AN: *cries*)
"Well?" the taller boy smirked, "Any last words before I ruin that innocent little face of yours?" He walked forwards, slowly closing the gap between himself and his victim.
The smaller boy opened his eyes; tears were still flowing down his cheeks, he shook his head slowly.
"I thought as much." He grabbed the boy's shirt and pushed him against the wall, smirking as he saw the boy's body shaking with fear. Bringing his knee up, he kicked the smaller boy directly in the stomach then let go of his shirt, causing the boy to fall to the floor, doubled over in pain.
The small boy groaned as he felt pain sweep all through his body, but he knew it was far from over. He felt another sharp pain in his ribs, as he was continually kicked there. He began to feel faint; he thought he was going to die, when he heard a voice shout. Was someone calling to him? He couldn't make out the words. Maybe he was going to heaven and his angel was calling him. Yes, that was it... He felt another wave of pain go through him as he received a blow to the head. Everything blacked out.
"Hey, you!" someone shouted. The boy looked up, annoyance clear on his face.
"What?! I'm busy here!"
"Busy trying to kill some poor boy?!" the voice snorted. His eyes narrowed at the person now challenging him.
"What's it to you? Want to join him?" he barked, he could not believe that someone was talking to him like this. Him, the most feared guy in the school! He felt his anger rising even more as the person laughed at his threat. "What is so funny?" He yelled. His tone of voice would have frightened anyone, even the bravest of teachers. Not this person.
"Well, yes, as a matter of fact I do." The person was not smiling, but glared at the chocolate-coloured eyes, amusement clear in her (A/N: Yes. A girl!) voice.
The boy snarled; losing what little patience he had. "You won't find it funny when I slam my fist into your face!"
The challenger smiled sweetly, tilting her head to the side. "What? You wouldn't hurt lil' old me, would you?"
"Just watch me!" The boy lunged for the cocky girl who dared to mock him, only to find himself punching air as she stepped to the side. His body was shaking with anger. He was determined to make this girl pay. She was only a girl. There was no way she could even hurt him. (A/N: *Glares*) He turned to face her once again, fire burning in his eyes.
"You're going to pay for mocking me!" He spat.
"Really now?" She laughed, raising her eyebrow at his comment. "I'd like to see you land a punch."
The boy just stood there. Trying not to let his anger get the better of him. There was no point in just charging at her, she appeared to be pretty fast.
"Well?" She demanded, "I'm getting bored. I don't have all day." She yawned.
That was it. A girl mocking him, he could deal with, he'd just insult her back and be on his way. Sure, he was one of the most infamous people of the school, but he wasn't going to hit a girl. This time, however, he could make an exception. Then again...he didn't recognize this girl. He would have seen her around. She must be new. But that gave her no reason to speak to him like this. Now unable to control his temper, he lunged for her again. She was ready for him. She stepped to the side again, and reached across, grabbing his hand, twisting it in her grasp. He felt a sharp pain in his hand, and gasped, in a state of shock. She grabbed his snowy white hair and slammed him against a nearby locker.
"Having fun?" The girl hissed in his ear. He could do nothing. This girl somehow had him in an iron grip. "Well you're not much of a challenge, are you?" She scoffed. She slowly pulled him away from the locker, only to slam him against it once again. He yelped in pain, and she smiled at the result. She let him go, not wanting to hurt him too much. Well, that wasn't true. She wanted to...well; she wasn't sure what she wanted to do. Just hurt him a lot. (A/N: *Sweatdrops* Writer's block, okay?) He groaned and fell to the ground, lifeless. She smiled with satisfaction, staring at the bully with cold eyes. She was about to walk away, when she heard a soft moan coming from the corner of the corridor. Her eyes softened as she walked over to the waking boy. She shook him slightly, not wanting to scare him.
He moaned again, his eyelids fluttered slightly, slowly opening. His head hurt so much. Everything hurt so much. He blinked, trying to get his eyes to focus but to no avail. He gasped as he saw a dark shadow looming above him, but unable to tell whom it was. What if it was Bakura and he wasn't done with his torment yet? He scrambled backwards, but was unable to go far as his back met the wall, feeling the pain of his beating in doing so. He trembled in fear and looked up, expecting to see a less-than-happy Bakura. But what he saw was not Bakura. It was a tanned, pretty looking girl with long brown hair that was red at the tips. Her hazel eyes were softened in concern.
"Are you okay?" She slowly extended her hand, to help the poor boy up. He flinched and closed his eyes, expecting to be hit. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you." She whispered softly.
He said nothing, just looked up at her with wide purple-coloured eyes, the fear clear for the girl to see. It had to be a trick. She'd wait till he had his guard down, and then she'd hurt him, too. Everyone did. He felt tears rolling down his cheeks once more as the feeling of being alone, and the fear of being hurt again set in.
"Oh...please don't cry...I won't hurt you, I promise." She sighed, looking at the pathetic sight in front of her. It pained her to see such things going on in the world. Sure, moments ago she had shown no mercy. But that baka deserved it.
"...H-how much do you want?" She had to lean in closer to catch his barely audible words.
"What?" She asked, clearly confused.
"M-money. That is w-what you came to me for, r-right?" He was still shaking in fear, the whole Bakura experience had not left him yet. The girl laughed sadly.
"I don't want your money. I just thought you might need some help, that's all." She smiled.
"Help?" He looked around, and gasped in utter disbelief as he saw Bakura motionless on the ground. Forgetting his fear for a moment, he turned back to the girl and asked in awe, "Did you do that?" The girl nodded slightly, scratching the back of her head.
"Well, yeah...but he deserved it." The small boy nodded, but fear sunk in once again.
"Is...is he...dead?" He gulped, not wanting to be in the presence of a killer. She couldn't help it, the girl burst into laughter.
"Of course not! I'm not a killer, if that's what you're thinking." She looked at him, tilting her head slightly, with a glint in her eyes. As soon as the glint had appeared, it was gone. "Seriously, are you okay? It looks like that guy gave you quite a beating there."
"I-I think so." He felt the back of his head and winced at the pain. His whole body ached, and he was sure he'd end up with at least one black eye. His crimson, black and blonde hair, usually spiked up with gel, was a complete mess. The girl frowned slightly.
"Well I don't." She extended her hand once again, and smiled to see the small boy take it. She helped him get up slowly.
"It's okay, I'll be fine." He couldn't look her in the eyes; he suddenly found the floor extremely interesting. She frowned again. "What did you do to that ass anyway?"
"Well...I..." He looked up at her; she raised her eyebrows, waiting for an answer. "Nothing."
"What do you mean, "nothing"? Surely you must have done something to make him do that to you?" The small boy shook his head sadly.
"I must have been in his way, and he must have been in a bad mood...and I'm normally used for the more popular people to push around anyway. Me and a few others..." What he said shocked her. Where she came from, sure, bullying existed, but it was nothing compared to this. (A/N: Yeah right...) She looked on as more tears fell down the boy's cheeks. She felt so sorry for the poor boy. He looked so innocent, much like a child. But she noted by the uniform he wore that he must be around the age of fifteen. She walked towards him and took him in her arms. This action shocked the boy, but he simply cried into her shoulder. She stood there with the boy in her arms, rocking him gently as his crying eventually stopped. She let him go and he stepped back a little, giving her a weak smile. "Thanks...for what you did for me just now." She smiled warmly at the boy before her.
"By the way, what's your name?"
"It's Yugi. Yugi Mutou."
"Wow, what a weird name." She smiled. "I'm Rachel. Rachel Miller." (A/N: Original, huh? No, that's not MY name.) Yugi laughed slightly.
"Speak for yourself. Your name is just as weird. But I don't see what's so strange about mine."
"Ah. You see, I'm new here; that much I'm sure you're aware of. But I come from England. And, well, I seem to be getting lost pretty easily around here. You wouldn't mind giving me a personal tour tomorrow, would you?" (A/N: It's the end of school right now.) Yugi blinked, slightly surprised. This new girl wanted him to show her around? Even after she'd seen how pathetic he was. Surely she was up to something. But she seemed so warm and genuine. He was confused.
"Um..well..." he stammered, he was never very good around people he didn't know. 'Damn, that was supposed to be a, "Yes. Of course I will." Well that turned out great. Now she's going to think you're stupid.' Rachel just laughed. Before he could stop himself, he spoke aloud.
"You laugh at a lot of things, don't you?" Proving his point, she laughed again.
"Well yeah. I like to look at things positively. Maybe too positive for some peoples' liking. But it beats being depressed all the time." Yugi just nodded shyly. This girl seemed quite strange. Maybe that's what all the people in England were like.
"Are all people in England as...nice as you?" He blushed slightly at his comment; he didn't want to offend her by asking if all English people were weird.
"Not really. I'm one of a kind." She winked and grinned at Yugi, who just gave her a small smile. 'This boy sure is shy. But I'll get him to open up. I'm sure he'll make a great friend.' "So...are you willing to give me the grand tour, or will I have to wander aimlessly around till I eventually find my way?" She pouted at him. All he could do was laugh.
"Since you put it that way, sure, why not."
"Alright!" She held up her hand for him to high five. He just stared at it dumbly. "Uh...you're supposed to high five my hand..."
"Oh..." He blushed again; no one but Ryou had ever been this nice to him. Even tried to hold a conversation with him. This girl sure was nice. He just hoped she didn't secretly want to hurt him. He hoped she would be his friend. He was short on friends. Ryou was maybe the only real friend he had. Unfortunately for him, other people liked to pick on him, too.
"Never mind," she laughed once again, "Hey, you wouldn't mind if I hung out with you, would you? I mean, being new and all, people just act as if you're not there. Either that or stare at you as if you're some kind of alien." Yugi nodded, laughing slightly, unable to hold his excitement.
"Great!" she exclaimed, gleefully. She looped her arm through his and started walking towards the exit. He had to quicken his pace to catch up to how fast Rachel was walking, he drew in his breath at the sharp pain he felt in his ribs. Rachel noticed this and slowed down. Yugi sighed thankfully and smiled at her. She smiled back."Let's get outta here. I hate staying in school longer than you have to."
"Yeah, me too." He grinned.
They walked home together, talking about what things they liked, what homework they had and what music they listened to. Like him, Rachel played Duel Monsters. Though she was new to the game, and didn't have many cards. Yugi offered to teach her how to play and she was bouncing up and down when she found out his Grandpa was the owner of a game shop. They eventually went their separate ways, after agreeing to walk to school together the next morning.
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"I'm home, Grandpa!" Yugi shouted happily. He would have run up the stairs he was that happy, but the earlier encounter with Bakura made him unable him to do so.
"Yugi!" His Grandpa gasped, walking into the room to greet his Grandson. "What happened to you?"
"Oh...it was nothing really." He shrugged; care free about what had happened earlier. He couldn't understand why he was acting this way. Neither could his Grandpa.
"If you say so. But let's get you cleaned up." Yugi just nodded slightly, following his Grandpa into the living room. He sat there patiently as his Grandpa sorted out his wounds and put some ointment on his eye to prevent it from bruising. (A/N: I don't even know if there is such a thing. But this is my ficcy, so there.) He wasn't paying attention to anything his Grandpa was saying. He had made a new friend. A nice, cool, funny one at that. He was sure life would be much better from now on, not to mention interesting. Rachel sure was unusual.
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Rachel: Yay! I finished! Well, I'm not sure whether it was too short or too long or what, cause it's my first ficcy! I'm also having trouble working out how to sort out how things are laid out. You know, the few html codes you can use? -.-; It's all so confusing... Any helpful tips would be appreciated. ^-^ Ack, my fingers ache...
Bakura: Quit complaining. YOU didn't get beaten up! Besides, you didn't even write it all at once. You wrote some yesterday, and you just finished it now.
Rachel: Well...that's not the point...
Yugi: Nope. It's over and done with, just be quiet, Bakura! I'm sure this isn't the only time you get beaten up... and by a girl. *Sniggers*
Bakura: *Growls* Watch it, you!
Yugi: *Runs and hides behind Rachel*
Rachel: Leave the poor boy alone, Bakura! Or I'll make sure you get beaten up in every chapter I write!
Bakura: *Gulps* Gah...fine! *Storms off again*
Rachel: Well, what did you think? I hope it's not too bad. It is my first fic after all.
Yugi: Yeah, give the girl some credit. *Claps* R and R people! Be nice! ^_^