Disclaimer: This is the second chapter in my story. Um.. Yeah. This one has
Yugi's perspective, and later I'm thinking Bakura and Jono maybe. Oh, and
Anzu really doesn't exist in this story. I had her transferred to another
school. Sorry Anzu lovers (Are there any?) This chapter goes a bit more
into some major issues, and this is not for the faint of heart. Also, I do
not own Yu-Gi-Oh or Seto Kaiba, but if I did I would feed him chocolate ice-
cream everyday.
The car ride to school was the longest ride that Seto had ever been on. It seemed to drag on for hours on end, even though the school was only twenty minutes away from his house. He sighed and stared out the window of the limousine. Rain pelted the side of the car and winds caused the trees to sway and bend as they passed. Staring out the window became less appealing as Seto suddenly realized he could see his own reflection. There he was again. Same brown hair; same blue eyes... But somehow different. He watched as the rain slid down the side window. It seemed as if he and the rain were one; as if the rain was really running down his face like the tears he wanted desperately to let loose. Shaking his head again, he looked away. What a crappy day this was going to be. A few minutes later, Seto arrived at school. There was nobody in the school-yard... Mainly because it was raining. Seto opened his door, opened his umbrella and sluggishly climbed out of the limousine. Grabbing his briefcase, he closed the door and waved the driver off. Seto stood there in the rain, watching the limousine drive off, the rain pushing his bangs together followed by the wind dragging them apart again. He turned on his heel and walked into the school.
~Yugi's Perspective~
"Wow, Jonouichi... Is all that silly string JUST for today?", asked Yugi loudly. He stared at the brightly colored cans that Jono was holding. Jono grinned maliciously, shaking up one of the cans. "Yep! And we're gonna use it all, too!", Jono exclaimed excitedly. He and Honda slapped each other five. Yugi sighed, wondering if this was all real. Here they were on their graduation day and Jono and Honda hadn't changed at all. Yugi smiled remembering all the good times they had had during high-school. Hell, the worst day of their high-school career was when Anzu transferred to a different school, but the pain fading fairly quickly. Now it was just Yugi, Honda and Jono; three best friends ready to take on the world together. Sounds of the principal and Jono fighting disturbed Yugi's thoughts. "But, Mr.Takaba! What's a high-school graduation without silly string?!", Jono cried exasperated. Mr.Takaba shook his finger warningly at Jono. "I'll tell you what it is, Mr.Katsuya! It's a nice, clean school function, that's what! And I don't want to hear another word about your mischievous pranks! Got it?" Mr.Takaba took the silly string out of Jono's hand and smirked. He gave a wave to a few teachers as they passed by and then proceeded to prowl the hallways again for other signs of trouble. Yugi watched him go, then turned back to Jono and Honda. Jono was now cursing and flipping the principal off while Honda tried to hold him back from beating the crap out of anyone. Yugi sighed and opened his locker. On the side door was a few pictures; one of him and Jono, another of him Jono and Honda, and one of Anzu... her school picture. He stared at Anzu's picture for a moment, then tore it off, tossing it into a garbage can. That stupid bitch. She had hurt him in more ways than one. It was only last year that Yugi had confessed his feelings for her; poured his heart and soul out to her, only to find she had gone for that bastard, Otogi. How could she? After that, their friendship kind of died, but, Yugi thought, it was all for the best. Jono placed a hand on Yugi's shoulder, shaking him from his inner conversation. Jono smiled and gave him the thumbs-up. "It's about damned time we got out of this hell-hole, eh Yug'?", Jono grinned. Honda laughed and quickly agreed. "Yeah! No more Takaba to worry about! Lets all go home and burn our math books!", Honda stated happily. Yugi smiled. These were his true friends. They were the ones who had always been there for him... "Oiiiiii! Yugi!", a voice called across the hall. Yugi turned to see who it was and smiled. The familiar form of Bakura ran up to them, panting. He was drenched from head to toe, his white hair matted against his forehead and shoulders. He had obviously forgotten his umbrella. "Hi, Bakura. Forgot your umbrella today?", Yugi asked. Bakura stuck out his tongue, crossing his arms and laughing a little. That was one thing about Bakura; he could always take a joke wether it be directed towards him or someone else. Bakura placed his arm behind his head and ran one hand through his wet hair. "Yeah...", Bakura said sheepishly. "The one time I don't bring my umbrella and it fricken downpours on me..." The group laughed again. Yugi smiled and looked around him. The hallway seemed so small now; as if it couldn't hold anymore people. Or maybe it was because they had all grown so much. He really could never tell. The bell suddenly rang, interrupting their amusement. First class was starting.
~Seto's Perspective~
There never was anything good about first class. It was math for most of the senior class, and nobody liked the math class. He looked behind him and saw Yugi and his friends in the back. They were laughing about something... probably Duel Monsters. Seto stared down at his hands; they were clasped tightly and resting on top of the desk. He sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning. He had no friends. Never really did. After his mother died, what did he care for friends? He was a social outcast. That's all there was to it. "Alright, class! Settle down! Everyone in their seats, please!", Mr.Owada had started class. Yugi and the others quickly took their seats. Seto stared up at the board, only half-seeing the problems the teacher had put up. Seventy-eight times nine... what was it again? He couldn't seem to remember. Wait... what about... this one? Sixty-four divided by the square root of pie... What? What did that mean? Seto slouched forward a little, squinting dazedly at the blackboard. Why were there two sixty-eights now? Was it just him? Behind him a girl passed a note to her boyfriend. He could hear everything going on in the classroom, but it sounded shallow and far-away. Was he getting sick? Suddenly, he stood up, knocking over his desk and ran out of the room. By the time he had reached the water fountain, everything had gone dark.
The car ride to school was the longest ride that Seto had ever been on. It seemed to drag on for hours on end, even though the school was only twenty minutes away from his house. He sighed and stared out the window of the limousine. Rain pelted the side of the car and winds caused the trees to sway and bend as they passed. Staring out the window became less appealing as Seto suddenly realized he could see his own reflection. There he was again. Same brown hair; same blue eyes... But somehow different. He watched as the rain slid down the side window. It seemed as if he and the rain were one; as if the rain was really running down his face like the tears he wanted desperately to let loose. Shaking his head again, he looked away. What a crappy day this was going to be. A few minutes later, Seto arrived at school. There was nobody in the school-yard... Mainly because it was raining. Seto opened his door, opened his umbrella and sluggishly climbed out of the limousine. Grabbing his briefcase, he closed the door and waved the driver off. Seto stood there in the rain, watching the limousine drive off, the rain pushing his bangs together followed by the wind dragging them apart again. He turned on his heel and walked into the school.
~Yugi's Perspective~
"Wow, Jonouichi... Is all that silly string JUST for today?", asked Yugi loudly. He stared at the brightly colored cans that Jono was holding. Jono grinned maliciously, shaking up one of the cans. "Yep! And we're gonna use it all, too!", Jono exclaimed excitedly. He and Honda slapped each other five. Yugi sighed, wondering if this was all real. Here they were on their graduation day and Jono and Honda hadn't changed at all. Yugi smiled remembering all the good times they had had during high-school. Hell, the worst day of their high-school career was when Anzu transferred to a different school, but the pain fading fairly quickly. Now it was just Yugi, Honda and Jono; three best friends ready to take on the world together. Sounds of the principal and Jono fighting disturbed Yugi's thoughts. "But, Mr.Takaba! What's a high-school graduation without silly string?!", Jono cried exasperated. Mr.Takaba shook his finger warningly at Jono. "I'll tell you what it is, Mr.Katsuya! It's a nice, clean school function, that's what! And I don't want to hear another word about your mischievous pranks! Got it?" Mr.Takaba took the silly string out of Jono's hand and smirked. He gave a wave to a few teachers as they passed by and then proceeded to prowl the hallways again for other signs of trouble. Yugi watched him go, then turned back to Jono and Honda. Jono was now cursing and flipping the principal off while Honda tried to hold him back from beating the crap out of anyone. Yugi sighed and opened his locker. On the side door was a few pictures; one of him and Jono, another of him Jono and Honda, and one of Anzu... her school picture. He stared at Anzu's picture for a moment, then tore it off, tossing it into a garbage can. That stupid bitch. She had hurt him in more ways than one. It was only last year that Yugi had confessed his feelings for her; poured his heart and soul out to her, only to find she had gone for that bastard, Otogi. How could she? After that, their friendship kind of died, but, Yugi thought, it was all for the best. Jono placed a hand on Yugi's shoulder, shaking him from his inner conversation. Jono smiled and gave him the thumbs-up. "It's about damned time we got out of this hell-hole, eh Yug'?", Jono grinned. Honda laughed and quickly agreed. "Yeah! No more Takaba to worry about! Lets all go home and burn our math books!", Honda stated happily. Yugi smiled. These were his true friends. They were the ones who had always been there for him... "Oiiiiii! Yugi!", a voice called across the hall. Yugi turned to see who it was and smiled. The familiar form of Bakura ran up to them, panting. He was drenched from head to toe, his white hair matted against his forehead and shoulders. He had obviously forgotten his umbrella. "Hi, Bakura. Forgot your umbrella today?", Yugi asked. Bakura stuck out his tongue, crossing his arms and laughing a little. That was one thing about Bakura; he could always take a joke wether it be directed towards him or someone else. Bakura placed his arm behind his head and ran one hand through his wet hair. "Yeah...", Bakura said sheepishly. "The one time I don't bring my umbrella and it fricken downpours on me..." The group laughed again. Yugi smiled and looked around him. The hallway seemed so small now; as if it couldn't hold anymore people. Or maybe it was because they had all grown so much. He really could never tell. The bell suddenly rang, interrupting their amusement. First class was starting.
~Seto's Perspective~
There never was anything good about first class. It was math for most of the senior class, and nobody liked the math class. He looked behind him and saw Yugi and his friends in the back. They were laughing about something... probably Duel Monsters. Seto stared down at his hands; they were clasped tightly and resting on top of the desk. He sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning. He had no friends. Never really did. After his mother died, what did he care for friends? He was a social outcast. That's all there was to it. "Alright, class! Settle down! Everyone in their seats, please!", Mr.Owada had started class. Yugi and the others quickly took their seats. Seto stared up at the board, only half-seeing the problems the teacher had put up. Seventy-eight times nine... what was it again? He couldn't seem to remember. Wait... what about... this one? Sixty-four divided by the square root of pie... What? What did that mean? Seto slouched forward a little, squinting dazedly at the blackboard. Why were there two sixty-eights now? Was it just him? Behind him a girl passed a note to her boyfriend. He could hear everything going on in the classroom, but it sounded shallow and far-away. Was he getting sick? Suddenly, he stood up, knocking over his desk and ran out of the room. By the time he had reached the water fountain, everything had gone dark.