Yami soshite Hikari Ch. 1 - "Nashi de Sumasu"

By Shawna

I hope it's a girl.

You would hope so, Yami.

Girls are better teachers than boys.

Is that the only reason you want it to be a girl?

Of course.

Yugi Motou could not help but smile at this. Yami had been telling him everyday over the summer how much he hoped Yugi's tutor for the new school year would be a girl. Now the day had come to meet her and Yami had succeeded in even putting Yugi on edge about what he or she would be like.

Stop worrying about it, Yami. Even if it is a beautiful girl, it's not like you ever get to be with her. Its not exactly normal for people to become a different person in about two seconds, so we had better not show her. So don't worry, because you won't get to do anything anyway.

Yami said nothing to this. Yugi wondered at his silence, but did not have time to ask about it. The doorbell rang.

Yugi bolted out of his seat and ran for the door. He stopped a few feet before, taking a deep breath, composing himself. His hand reached for the doorknob slowly, and then he threw the door open wide.

A young woman stood on his doorstep, clutching a school bag and smiling pleasantly. She had ice blue eyes, that were fixed on him now, shiny lavender hair that fell around her face and hung down past her waist, and a wide, warm smile, which she was currently demonstrating.

"Motou Yugi," she said pleasantly. "Good afternoon. I'm Komori Kizuna, your tutor for this year." Yugi nodded dumbly, gaping at her.

Don't just stand there! Invite her in, baka!

Yugi started at Yami's raised voice in his mind. "Hello," he said abruptly, stepping aside. "Come in."

Kizuna did not stop smiling as she removed her shoes and stepped into Yugi's house. He shut the door behind her, and pressed his back against it, suddenly unsure of how he should act.

Offer her a seat. Tell her you guys can get started studying either at the table or, you know, somewhere more comfortable… like the couch.

"We could study at the table," Yugi said cheerfully. "Or, uh, on the couch."

Kizuna cocked an eyebrow at him. "The table will be fine, Motou."

He nodded, and followed her toward the table in the dining room. She set her book bag down on top of it before taking her seat. A pop of the clasp on the book bag caused books to come spilling out of it.

"Oops," Kizuna said, gathering them up. "I brought a lot for us to work on today."

Yugi slid slowly down into the seat next to her. "Great," he said, trying not to sound too sarcastic. Kizuna eyed him evenly.

"I'm not going to try to work you to death, Motou, and the smarter you prove yourself to be the less I'll come over and bother you. But I don't know you yet, so today I want to get a feel for your abilities, strengths, and weaknesses. Now, open the English textbook and let's begin."

Yugi tried to concentrate on impressing Kizuna with his smarts, but Yami was making things difficult.

What do you think, she's pretty cute, isn't she? Stop concentrating, talk to me. She is cute, huh? What should our plan of action be? I bet, with my help, you can get her to date you.

Yami! Yugi said in a reprimanding tone. There is no "plan of action," and there is no way, even with your help, that a girl two years older and a foot taller than me is going to want to date me. Don't you have something more important to think about?

There was a pause. More important than getting you some action? Actually, yes, there is something more important than that: getting me some action.

A stunned silence ensued from Yugi. Whether or not Yami got any 'action' was the last thing he wanted to think about.

I bet she's a virgin… I bet I could get her to…

Don't even think it, Yami, Yugi cut in. You're not going to get any "action" from my tutor.

Silence fell in Yugi's mind, and he sensed Yami retreating, leaving him alone with his English translations. This angered him a bit; Yami usually helped him when he needed it. He shook away his anger and went back to concentrating, determining not to need Yami's help this time.

"Chikusho," Yugi muttered under his breath, coming to a word he did not know. Kizuna looked up when he said this.

"Having trouble?" She asked.

"No," Yugi said quickly. "I'm fine."

She eyed him quizzically and went back to working on her own homework. Yugi sighed inwardly and racked his brain for the word. It never came. A few minutes later, Kizuna rose and walked over to him.

"Let me see how much you've done, Motou," she said, taking his paper before he could stop her. She looked over the paper for a few moments before speaking. "Not bad," she said. "But I can see a few holes in your translation, so we'll work on this subject. Let's move on. Take your math textbook, and open it to page 18 and do the first 20 problems."

Yugi did what she had said without a word, dreading her reaction to his math skills, or lack thereof. The rest of the afternoon passed much in this fashion, with them eventually covering every single one of Yugi's subjects.

"Well," Kizuna said when they had finished. "I can see that you're a strong student, overall, Motou, and the subjects that need the most work are Mathematics, especially, and some English. Not bad. I think we should arrange to meet twice a week. How does Mondays and Fridays sound?"

"Fine," Yugi said. "That would be fine."

"All right," Kizuna said, smiling pleasantly as she began to gather her books. "I think it will be a good year for us, Motou. You seem like a nice kid."

Yugi cringed at the way she called him "kid," but of course said nothing. Yami made his return.

Walk her to the door, thank her for coming, say you're looking forward to the next session.

Of course I'm going to walk her to the door, she came because she had to thus no thanks is necessary, and I'm not looking forward to the next session.

You're impossible.

Yugi bit back a sigh, not wanting Kizuna to think it was directed at her. Kizuna finished gathering her things back into her book bag and Yugi did as he had been planning, and walked her to the door.

"Th-thanks for coming," Yugi stammered at the door, against his better judgment.

"Of course, Motou," Kizuna said, smiling pleasantly. "I'm looking forward to our next session."

"Me too."

Ha! Yami crowed triumphantly, and Yugi ignored him as he closed the door.

That evening, Yugi was lying on his bed, staring out the window at the stars. Yami was sitting on the windowsill, looking at the stars as well. Yugi avoided looking at him; it still unnerved him when Yami separated from him and hovered around, semi-transparent, like a ghost or something. It was made worse by the fact that no one else could see Yami when he did this, only Yugi.

"You liked her," Yami said abruptly, softly.

"Yeah," Yugi said gently. "But it doesn't matter. I've liked a lot of girls, Yami, and its never gotten me anything but hurt. I don't suppose this will be any different."

"Let me help you with this one," Yami said. "Maybe it could be."

"I'm not that desperate," Yugi said quickly. "I didn't like her that much. I mean, she's pretty, and she-"

"Has a nice body," Yami interrupted. Yugi shot him a glare and continued.

"She's pleasing to the eye, but I don't know her. Besides, I've seen better bodies..."

"We've all seen better bodies, Yugi. But Kizuna's body is available."

"You don't know her," Yugi said. "Call her Komori."

"I hate your formalities," Yami said, rising from the sill. "I think she thought you were cute, Yugi, and if you don't make a move, I will."

Yugi shook his head. "You'd better not, Yami. You'd better not try anything."

"You can't stop me," Yami said teasingly. "I'm going to nail your tutor."

Yugi groaned. "Hentai."

"I am not!" Yami said defensively.

"Yes, you are," Yugi replied, rising off the bed. "Hentai, hentai," he chanted.

Yami was off the windowsill in a flash. He grabbed Yugi's wrists and wrestled him down onto the bed, pinning the smaller boy easily.

"Take it back!" Yami said with mirth.

"Ouch!" Yugi cried, writhing beneath Yami. "You're hurting me!"

Yami laughed. "Take it back and I'll stop!"

Yugi howled in indignation, struggling against Yami, but laughing all the same. A few seconds later, a knock sounded on the door.

"Yugi?" Sugoroku Motou's voice came through the door. "Are you all right? What are you doing in there?"

Yami released Yugi hurriedly and collapsed onto the floor, shaking with suppressed laughter.

"Uh, nothing, Sofu!" Yugi called. "Just, um, getting ready for bed!"

There was a pause from the other side of the door. "Um, okay," Sugoroku said at length. "Whatever you say. Good night, then."

"Good night!"

When Sugoroku's steps had faded down the hall, Yami burst out laughing.

"He does that all the time!" Yami said. "We must be too loud. I wonder what he thinks you're doing when he hears all the racket?"

Yugi shook his head. "I don't want to know."

Yami snickered and smiled up at Yugi from his place on the floor. Yugi grinned back and then stifled a yawn. Seeing this, Yami rose, shut the window and reached for the light switch.

"To bed, then," he said softly, turning out the light.

"Friday," Yami whispered to Yugi as he was drifting off to sleep. "Friday we'll make a pass at Kizuna."

"Whatever," Yugi said, half-asleep. "Whatever you want, Yami."

*To Be Continued.*