White Demon, Dark Angel
Disclaimer: ^^ I own my Muse . . . Pity me
There's numbers scattered in there for notes that you need to look at the bottom of the fic for clarification. Just so ya know ^^
Thanks to all my reviewers!!! ^^ I'm probably not gonna give everyone credit in the fic, though, but if you have an email address in your review or your profile, I'll email you my thanks and info about what you said. This way people who review even after the story is finished will get to feel like they're interacting. Fun, no?
Windswift: I'M BACK!!!
Bakura: Darn it . . .
Windswift: And I enjoy your company too, Tomb Robber ^^
Bakura: STOP ENCOURAGING HER WITH REVIEWS, FOOLISH MORTALS!!! I'LL BORROW ENGLASU'S 50 TON MALLET AND BEAT YOU OVER THE HEAD WITH IT!!!
Ryelle: (grabs her whapping stick, a.k.a. her staff) -_- That's all very nice, now shut up, baka
Ryou: (sighs) Can we get on with the fic?
Muse: ummm . . . okay ^^
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Ryou awakened to the sound that haunts every school-going teenager's nightmares: the alarm clock, the bane of our morning existence. He turned it off with a heavy and careless smack of his hand. He wasn't to pleased about his sleep disturbance and didn't really want to leave his wonderful bed . . . so warm . . . so cozy . . . peaceful and dark . . . [Windswift: zzzzZZZZzzZZzzzzzzzZZZZZzzzzz . . . .] However, in the end he got up, and as usual was a much better morning person once the temptation had been conquered by his firm resolve to start his day.
He changed into the uniform he'd bought yesterday for the school, what was it? Oh yes, now he remembered, Domino High. Ryou already began planning his strategy to make a good impression.
Well, he knew he wasn't going to let it be known that he was a grade ahead of his age. He'd gotten picked on back in Britain for that, for being smart and small. When he was younger, his father had been on a series of archeological digs that had kept him almost constantly away from home. A friend of his had spent most of Ryou's first, second, and part of third grade years living with Ryou, taking care of him and acting as his tutor. Happy to have such an enthusiastic and bright student, she had continued to teach him year round. When things had settled down and his father was around more often, and Ryou was old enough to be trusted to walk to school, he'd ended up a year ahead of everyone else.
He'd also neglect to mention that he had few friends back home, or that he'd gotten picked on. He didn't really want to help them hate him.
Ryou dug some "supplies" out of his room and went into the bathroom. He by now was a master who excelled in the art of deception when it came to concealing evidence of bullying. He just didn't feel like starting off school with that gash on his face. Judging by yesterday, fate wasn't going his way, so he was just going to have to _make_ fate work for him.
Ryou checked the time; he had just long enough to eat a quick breakfast, especially if he just scavenged some cereal and didn't try searching for anything else. He poured himself a small bowl, not really hungry but convincing himself that he had to eat _something_. Actually, he felt slightly sick, but he just accounted that to nervousness.
He scrawled a brief note before going out the door, just in case his father's absent-minded tendencies struck again and he spent the day searching the whole of Japan for his son. Hey, it had happened before.
Ryou entered the school and scanned the hall for a sign that would lead him to an office, or anything that might point him in the right direction. He was still searching when a teacher found him.
"What are you doing? Get back to your class!"
"E-excuse me. I'm a new student here, and I was trying -"
"What grade?" the woman snapped.
"Nani [1]?"
"What grade are you in?" came the exasperated reply.
"Oh! I'm a freshman."
Without another word, she dragged Ryou down the hall so quickly he'd never find his way back, and deposited him outside of a door.
So much for a good first impression, he thought ruefully. Oh well.
He opened the door to the classroom and took a hesitant step inside, unsure of the welcome he might receive after his last encounter.
However, the teacher smiled and waved him in, whispering, "I'm Mr. Makazi, You're Ryou, right?
"Class, we have a new student with us. This is [2] Ryou. Ryou, you may take your seat behind . . ." he scanned the room for an empty seat, "behind Yami Motou."
The boy in question raised his hand. Ryou walked to his seat, seeing himself being appraised by Yami's crimson eyes. Ryou mentally sighed: he hadn't even _done_ anything yet and he was being judged.
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Yami was the unappointed leader of his group of friends. He was a decision maker, and loyally protective. You didn't cross him twice unless you were exceptionally stupid. Hey, some people are.
He had spent the whole day so far (up until lunchtime) watching that new student. Ryou, his name was. He seemed quiet and apparently didn't like to draw attention to himself. However, with his looks, Yami wouldn't have been surprised if trouble followed him everywhere. Ryou was sitting alone at lunch; he was either careful or slightly snobbish, the latter of which had proved true in Seto Kaiba.
A voice suddenly invaded his thoughts. "He looks lonely, we should invite him to sit with us, don't you think?"
Yami turned to find himself looking into the large amethyst eyes of his younger brother, Yuugi. "I don't know . . . If he hasn't already asked, maybe he doesn't want to sit with us."
"Maybe, but I think it's just because he's nervous. He does look a little sick."
Yami relented - perhaps he was being too hard on the new boy. After all, maybe he just _was_ shy. He nodded.
"Alright. Do you want to ask him?" In answer, Yuugi grinned and ran off to where Ryou was sitting.
Yami smiled to himself as he watched his innocent and nearly identical- looking brother. And _that_ would be why you didn't even look the wrong way at Yuugi unless you had a death wish.
Ryou was spending his lunchtime quietly observing everyone, deciding who he knew vaguely by name, who he might like to know, and who he didn't want to know. He was thankful his hair fell in his face so no one would notice him staring.
He turned his eyes to watch Yami and his friends, and was startled to see Yami already staring at him. Averting his gaze, he watched two boys, one with blond hair and the other with brown, exchanging loud, friendly insults. Ryou was pretty sure he'd heard the blond referred to as Jounouchi, though he couldn't recall the other boy. A brunette girl was talking animatedly to someone who appeared to be a smaller version of Yami, whom he'd hear called Yuugi.
After a few moments, Ryou saw the boy Yuugi get up and talk briefly to Yami, who was _still_ staring at him. Then he realized that Yuugi was coming towards him. Ryou quickly looked down before Yuugi could realize he'd been staring.
"Hi! Your name's Ryou, right?" He had a bright, chipper voice.
"Hai [3]. Yours is Yuugi, I believe," Ryou replied softly. Yuugi nodded. "Are you and Yami brothers? You look almost identical."
"Uh huh. We're a year apart, but I skipped a grade." He blushed. "I'm not bragging, I just thought you would like to know why." [I wanted them all in the same grade, okay? ^^ Creative liberties . . . ]
Ryou smiled. "I understand."
"Well, would you like to sit with us? There's plenty of room."
In response, Ryou followed Yuugi to their table.
"Ryou, right? I'm Yami."
"My name's Anzu."
"Jounouchi."
"I'm Honda."
Ryou nodded and shook hands with them. "It's very nice to meet all of you."
"Want to hang out after school? Maybe go to the park or something? Then we could all get better acquainted."
Ryou shook his head. "I'm sorry, I'd love to, but we still have a lot of unpacking to do. Maybe some other time?"
"Eh, who's we?" Jounouchi asked? "Do you have any other siblings in your family?"
Again, the silver haired boy shook his head. "Only myself and my father. My mother died when I was young."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Anzu said.
Ryou shrugged uncomfortably. "It's alright."
"Er, well, the bell's about to ring," Yami attempted to break the silence by changing the subject. "We'd better get ready to go back to class."
"Yeah, and maybe we can hang out another day."
Ryou smiled. Well, some of his day was working out better now.
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[1] Nani is Japanese for what
[2] Um, insert a random last name. This is an AU fic with no Millennium Items, so instead of inventing a new name for Yami Bakura, he's just Bakura. This makes him the thief of Ryou's last name. Yeah.
[3] Hai is Japanese for yes
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Yay, another chapter done! Please review!!! Next chapter is partly done being written. We get to meet Bakura ^^
-Windswift ((+)~
Disclaimer: ^^ I own my Muse . . . Pity me
There's numbers scattered in there for notes that you need to look at the bottom of the fic for clarification. Just so ya know ^^
Thanks to all my reviewers!!! ^^ I'm probably not gonna give everyone credit in the fic, though, but if you have an email address in your review or your profile, I'll email you my thanks and info about what you said. This way people who review even after the story is finished will get to feel like they're interacting. Fun, no?
Windswift: I'M BACK!!!
Bakura: Darn it . . .
Windswift: And I enjoy your company too, Tomb Robber ^^
Bakura: STOP ENCOURAGING HER WITH REVIEWS, FOOLISH MORTALS!!! I'LL BORROW ENGLASU'S 50 TON MALLET AND BEAT YOU OVER THE HEAD WITH IT!!!
Ryelle: (grabs her whapping stick, a.k.a. her staff) -_- That's all very nice, now shut up, baka
Ryou: (sighs) Can we get on with the fic?
Muse: ummm . . . okay ^^
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Ryou awakened to the sound that haunts every school-going teenager's nightmares: the alarm clock, the bane of our morning existence. He turned it off with a heavy and careless smack of his hand. He wasn't to pleased about his sleep disturbance and didn't really want to leave his wonderful bed . . . so warm . . . so cozy . . . peaceful and dark . . . [Windswift: zzzzZZZZzzZZzzzzzzzZZZZZzzzzz . . . .] However, in the end he got up, and as usual was a much better morning person once the temptation had been conquered by his firm resolve to start his day.
He changed into the uniform he'd bought yesterday for the school, what was it? Oh yes, now he remembered, Domino High. Ryou already began planning his strategy to make a good impression.
Well, he knew he wasn't going to let it be known that he was a grade ahead of his age. He'd gotten picked on back in Britain for that, for being smart and small. When he was younger, his father had been on a series of archeological digs that had kept him almost constantly away from home. A friend of his had spent most of Ryou's first, second, and part of third grade years living with Ryou, taking care of him and acting as his tutor. Happy to have such an enthusiastic and bright student, she had continued to teach him year round. When things had settled down and his father was around more often, and Ryou was old enough to be trusted to walk to school, he'd ended up a year ahead of everyone else.
He'd also neglect to mention that he had few friends back home, or that he'd gotten picked on. He didn't really want to help them hate him.
Ryou dug some "supplies" out of his room and went into the bathroom. He by now was a master who excelled in the art of deception when it came to concealing evidence of bullying. He just didn't feel like starting off school with that gash on his face. Judging by yesterday, fate wasn't going his way, so he was just going to have to _make_ fate work for him.
Ryou checked the time; he had just long enough to eat a quick breakfast, especially if he just scavenged some cereal and didn't try searching for anything else. He poured himself a small bowl, not really hungry but convincing himself that he had to eat _something_. Actually, he felt slightly sick, but he just accounted that to nervousness.
He scrawled a brief note before going out the door, just in case his father's absent-minded tendencies struck again and he spent the day searching the whole of Japan for his son. Hey, it had happened before.
Ryou entered the school and scanned the hall for a sign that would lead him to an office, or anything that might point him in the right direction. He was still searching when a teacher found him.
"What are you doing? Get back to your class!"
"E-excuse me. I'm a new student here, and I was trying -"
"What grade?" the woman snapped.
"Nani [1]?"
"What grade are you in?" came the exasperated reply.
"Oh! I'm a freshman."
Without another word, she dragged Ryou down the hall so quickly he'd never find his way back, and deposited him outside of a door.
So much for a good first impression, he thought ruefully. Oh well.
He opened the door to the classroom and took a hesitant step inside, unsure of the welcome he might receive after his last encounter.
However, the teacher smiled and waved him in, whispering, "I'm Mr. Makazi, You're Ryou, right?
"Class, we have a new student with us. This is [2] Ryou. Ryou, you may take your seat behind . . ." he scanned the room for an empty seat, "behind Yami Motou."
The boy in question raised his hand. Ryou walked to his seat, seeing himself being appraised by Yami's crimson eyes. Ryou mentally sighed: he hadn't even _done_ anything yet and he was being judged.
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Yami was the unappointed leader of his group of friends. He was a decision maker, and loyally protective. You didn't cross him twice unless you were exceptionally stupid. Hey, some people are.
He had spent the whole day so far (up until lunchtime) watching that new student. Ryou, his name was. He seemed quiet and apparently didn't like to draw attention to himself. However, with his looks, Yami wouldn't have been surprised if trouble followed him everywhere. Ryou was sitting alone at lunch; he was either careful or slightly snobbish, the latter of which had proved true in Seto Kaiba.
A voice suddenly invaded his thoughts. "He looks lonely, we should invite him to sit with us, don't you think?"
Yami turned to find himself looking into the large amethyst eyes of his younger brother, Yuugi. "I don't know . . . If he hasn't already asked, maybe he doesn't want to sit with us."
"Maybe, but I think it's just because he's nervous. He does look a little sick."
Yami relented - perhaps he was being too hard on the new boy. After all, maybe he just _was_ shy. He nodded.
"Alright. Do you want to ask him?" In answer, Yuugi grinned and ran off to where Ryou was sitting.
Yami smiled to himself as he watched his innocent and nearly identical- looking brother. And _that_ would be why you didn't even look the wrong way at Yuugi unless you had a death wish.
Ryou was spending his lunchtime quietly observing everyone, deciding who he knew vaguely by name, who he might like to know, and who he didn't want to know. He was thankful his hair fell in his face so no one would notice him staring.
He turned his eyes to watch Yami and his friends, and was startled to see Yami already staring at him. Averting his gaze, he watched two boys, one with blond hair and the other with brown, exchanging loud, friendly insults. Ryou was pretty sure he'd heard the blond referred to as Jounouchi, though he couldn't recall the other boy. A brunette girl was talking animatedly to someone who appeared to be a smaller version of Yami, whom he'd hear called Yuugi.
After a few moments, Ryou saw the boy Yuugi get up and talk briefly to Yami, who was _still_ staring at him. Then he realized that Yuugi was coming towards him. Ryou quickly looked down before Yuugi could realize he'd been staring.
"Hi! Your name's Ryou, right?" He had a bright, chipper voice.
"Hai [3]. Yours is Yuugi, I believe," Ryou replied softly. Yuugi nodded. "Are you and Yami brothers? You look almost identical."
"Uh huh. We're a year apart, but I skipped a grade." He blushed. "I'm not bragging, I just thought you would like to know why." [I wanted them all in the same grade, okay? ^^ Creative liberties . . . ]
Ryou smiled. "I understand."
"Well, would you like to sit with us? There's plenty of room."
In response, Ryou followed Yuugi to their table.
"Ryou, right? I'm Yami."
"My name's Anzu."
"Jounouchi."
"I'm Honda."
Ryou nodded and shook hands with them. "It's very nice to meet all of you."
"Want to hang out after school? Maybe go to the park or something? Then we could all get better acquainted."
Ryou shook his head. "I'm sorry, I'd love to, but we still have a lot of unpacking to do. Maybe some other time?"
"Eh, who's we?" Jounouchi asked? "Do you have any other siblings in your family?"
Again, the silver haired boy shook his head. "Only myself and my father. My mother died when I was young."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Anzu said.
Ryou shrugged uncomfortably. "It's alright."
"Er, well, the bell's about to ring," Yami attempted to break the silence by changing the subject. "We'd better get ready to go back to class."
"Yeah, and maybe we can hang out another day."
Ryou smiled. Well, some of his day was working out better now.
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[1] Nani is Japanese for what
[2] Um, insert a random last name. This is an AU fic with no Millennium Items, so instead of inventing a new name for Yami Bakura, he's just Bakura. This makes him the thief of Ryou's last name. Yeah.
[3] Hai is Japanese for yes
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Yay, another chapter done! Please review!!! Next chapter is partly done being written. We get to meet Bakura ^^
-Windswift ((+)~