Mijikai: I know! I know! I'm posting to many new stories when I should be
updating my others. (Especially Guardian Angel and Red Petals (which I
can't believe was liked) But can you guys pllllllleeeeeaaaaasssse have
this as an acception! It's been bugging me for a while and I thought you'd
all enjoy it. So, read and please enjoy.
Disclaimors: me no own Yugioh.
Warning: This is my third Yoai story (my first one sucks and my second one I'll probably post later, if people are intreasted in it. Actually its on the hopeful list, The Music Angel) Swearing.
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Entry One
They say it is bad for a person to keep emotions inside, deeply buried inside of you.
I did that long ago, and it hurt.
It was very painful to feel something about something or someone, but you keep the emotion inside of you, and can't confess.
My Grandpa grew concern for me, claiming it wasn't normal for a eight year old to do such a thing.
For many days he tried having me share some of my feelings, but I would not open up.
The wall was to strong.
My grandpa was very sad that I did this, and came up with another solution.
A journal.
For the last six years, I had been pouring my soul into a journal, and when ever one was to be filled, I'd feel sad.
Grandpa would notice this, and took the liberty of stocking up on journals, so I would have a some what endless supply.
This made me happy, and so he was happy.
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It was my first semester at Domino High, and felt quite nervous that I would become a freshman.
I woke up early (which surprised my Grandpa *chuckle*) and prepared myself for the big day, before heading down stairs for a good breakfast.
I think Grandpa noticed my nervous emotion, because he gave me a good talk before I had to leave.
"Yugi," he said, sitting down at the table with his morning coffee. "There's no need to be so nervous. You remember how nervous you were when you were leaving elementry and going to Middle school? It wasn't so bad was it? And I bet High School wouldn' t be any different. Except for girls, they get more complicated the older they get."
I felt a bit more relaxed, but not by much.
Once the clock hit 6:12 I left to leave for the train station, like I had been doing for the last school days of my life.
It was sure crowded once I arrived, and was jostled quite a few times, espeically since all the seats and hand holders on the ceiling were taken.
A particallar jolt caused me to be thrown, and actually landed on a person!
It took me a moment to come back to my senses, and when I realized that the "thing" I landed on was moving, I jumped right up and started bowing repeadedly.
"I'm sorry, really really sorry," I mumbled over and over again.
"Quite alright," was my answer, and I looked up to get the shock of my life.
There standing before me was a boy, looking either my age or older, who had a stunning hairstyle that looked almost identical to mine.
Because of this, his face to almost framed mine, except not quite.
He was taller then me (*sarcastically* big surprise) and from what I could tell, was more mature then me.
He, of course, wore the Domino High uniform, and brushed a golden lock from his tanned face.
His eyes were purple and narrowed, with eyebrows postioned in what seemed like an enternal frown.
I was quite worried that he was going to yell at me or worse, hurt me for being a klutz.
"I'm sorry," I said again, looking down at me feet.
I didn't receive an anwer this time, and slowly looked up to see him looking at me.
I couldn't quite read his expression, as his eyes looked me over, before taking hold of the holders on the ceiling.
"It's alright, don't worry about it," he muttered, looking straight ahead.
I slowly edged away from him (he made me nervous) and didn't stop edging away till I was on the otherside of the train.
Man, he was scary.
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The first classes were hell, but wasn't as hard as I suspected, and my friend, Anzu Mazaki, was in the same class as I was, and counted on her support.
We were unfortunate to have different seating arrangments, but that was okay, seeing her smile and giving me the thumbs up sign was more then enough to fill my confidents.
Though I was lucky to be with her, I was also unfortunate to be with _him_.
The weird boy who I met on the bus.
And worst off, he was sitting right behind me, and I grew nervous because it seemed like his eyes were boring into my back.
I was also unfortunate to be next to Mr. Sarcastic, Bakura, who had a dirty mouth and was also known as one of the feared bullies.
He kept glaring at me, murming complaints under his breath which I happened to hear.
I was thankful when the break bell ran and hurried towards Anzu, who greeted me with her usual cheery smile.
"Hi Yugi," she chirped happily as I sat in a vacant desk next to her.
"Hi Anzu."
"How's class so far?" she asked.
"Not to bad, except I happen to sit next to Bakura."
"Hmmmmm, yes that is quite a shame," she said sympatheically, but for some reason I saw no sympathy in her pretty cerilean eyes.
In fact, she wasn't even looking at me, but more towards to the direction behind me to my far left.
I glanced behind my back to see what had her so preoccupied and started.
She was staring at that boy, who was in a corner, talking quitely with Katsuya Jounouchi, and Hiroto Honda.
I don't like those two much.
They were one of the many who bullied me in my younger days, and still do.
As I continued to watch the boy, his purple eyes adverted towards me and our eyes locked, but only for a second before they went back to Katasuya's.
I don't know why, but once our eyes met, my heart fluttered and thumped so loud it was echoing in my ears.
Why was I nervous, I wondered.
I quickly shook of the feeling and turned back to Anzu, who was still practiclly drooling over the man.
"Yo, Anzu!" I called out and waved hand before her face.
She blinked and blushed, muttering apologies.
"Sorry Yugi, something caught my eye."
"Yes, I noticed," I said with a smile, which caused her to blush even harder.
"Anyway, what classes do you have next?" she asked to advert the conversation away from her.
"Um...we just had Calculous, History, and Science...then next I have Gym, Drama, English, and...Language."
"Really? Which course?"
"I'm thinking of learning English. I've always wanted to visit the Californian states," I answered. "Okay, your turn."
"Let's see, I have Gym also, Cooking, English, and Drama, cool! Two classes together!" she squealed with happiness, and I couldn't help but smile.
Anzu always was an energetic girl, me on the other hand...let's not even go there.
Gym wasn't that bad, though I felt embarrassed to be changing in front of everyone, even if we were all guys.
And...joy, the boy from the bus along with his two partners in crime were changing across from me. Great.
I quickly pulled my shirt down, when I realized that he was staring at me in the corner of his eye, and quickly left the gym, and started the daily stretches to get warmed up.
Anzu sat next to me as she started her warm up, and soon I was caught up with stretching my muscles so I wouldn't get cramps.
I was so absorbed that I didn't realize someone stretching beside me and when I sprang up to fast from stretching my legs, I stumbled sideways and felt myself knocking into the person behind me.
I quickly got up and bowed my head, mumbling apologies, when I heard that famliar deep voice.
"You seem to be very ungraceful today."
I snapped my head up and saw he was looking down upon me, face serious but had some sort of twinkle in his eyes.
Heat creeped up into my cheeks and I bowed again.
"I'm sorry," I muttered again and hurried to the otherside of Anzu, finishing off my warm up.
Once the whistle was blown, I lined up with the rest of my class mates against the wall, waiting for our instructions.
"Today, I thought we'd do a little obstical. First I need you to run around the gym twice, then climb up this rope, ring the bell, and then the tires, and then shoot ten hoops. Okay, everybody in line, ready, set go!"
I'd rather not reveal about the obsitcal course, except hint that I once again bounded into the boy from the bus.
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All I have to say was that I ended up with _Him_ again in Drama, English went fairly well, except I had Katsuya in my class, and Language...I'll give you one guess on who I found sitting in the back in a corner.
It was like fate wanted me to keep meeting him like this, and it really made me uncomfortable.
When the bell rang, I hurried out of the classroom to meet up with Anzu, she took a painting class, and waited paitently outside.
Her class was a couple minutes late, but that was okay, because seeing her energetic smile brightened up my bordom and fustration.
As we walked down the hall, Anzu had been chattering about her day as I listened patiently, when she cut herself off and I slowly looked up to see what caught her attention, like I already didn't know.
Yami was once again talking with his two friends, but glanced our way once or twice before stopping in mid sentence and faced us fully.
Then he did something I never expected him to do, he smiled.
Now I thought this pretty odd, since I fell on him three times this day, but he was actually smiling at me?
Or was it Anzu?
I couldn't really tell, but before I could actually figure it out, he turned away.
Anzu was almost jumping up and down.
"Did you see that? He smiled at me! Can you believe it?" she asked in a hushed whisper as he passed through the school doors.
"Yes, Anzu, I can believe it," I said happily.
But deep down inside I felt...hurt?
Now I was confused.
Why would I feel hurt?
I should be happy for Anzu that her crush liked her, but...why did I feel a bit disappointed that his smile wasn't at me?
Maybe it was because I thought the smile was an act of forgiveness for being such a klutz, and felt relieved, but finding out it was for Anzu, felt a bit disappointed that maybe he didn't forgive me.
Yes, that was it.
That had to be it.
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Mijikai: Well? Good? Bad? Continue? No?
Yugi: Review please!
Disclaimors: me no own Yugioh.
Warning: This is my third Yoai story (my first one sucks and my second one I'll probably post later, if people are intreasted in it. Actually its on the hopeful list, The Music Angel) Swearing.
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Entry One
They say it is bad for a person to keep emotions inside, deeply buried inside of you.
I did that long ago, and it hurt.
It was very painful to feel something about something or someone, but you keep the emotion inside of you, and can't confess.
My Grandpa grew concern for me, claiming it wasn't normal for a eight year old to do such a thing.
For many days he tried having me share some of my feelings, but I would not open up.
The wall was to strong.
My grandpa was very sad that I did this, and came up with another solution.
A journal.
For the last six years, I had been pouring my soul into a journal, and when ever one was to be filled, I'd feel sad.
Grandpa would notice this, and took the liberty of stocking up on journals, so I would have a some what endless supply.
This made me happy, and so he was happy.
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It was my first semester at Domino High, and felt quite nervous that I would become a freshman.
I woke up early (which surprised my Grandpa *chuckle*) and prepared myself for the big day, before heading down stairs for a good breakfast.
I think Grandpa noticed my nervous emotion, because he gave me a good talk before I had to leave.
"Yugi," he said, sitting down at the table with his morning coffee. "There's no need to be so nervous. You remember how nervous you were when you were leaving elementry and going to Middle school? It wasn't so bad was it? And I bet High School wouldn' t be any different. Except for girls, they get more complicated the older they get."
I felt a bit more relaxed, but not by much.
Once the clock hit 6:12 I left to leave for the train station, like I had been doing for the last school days of my life.
It was sure crowded once I arrived, and was jostled quite a few times, espeically since all the seats and hand holders on the ceiling were taken.
A particallar jolt caused me to be thrown, and actually landed on a person!
It took me a moment to come back to my senses, and when I realized that the "thing" I landed on was moving, I jumped right up and started bowing repeadedly.
"I'm sorry, really really sorry," I mumbled over and over again.
"Quite alright," was my answer, and I looked up to get the shock of my life.
There standing before me was a boy, looking either my age or older, who had a stunning hairstyle that looked almost identical to mine.
Because of this, his face to almost framed mine, except not quite.
He was taller then me (*sarcastically* big surprise) and from what I could tell, was more mature then me.
He, of course, wore the Domino High uniform, and brushed a golden lock from his tanned face.
His eyes were purple and narrowed, with eyebrows postioned in what seemed like an enternal frown.
I was quite worried that he was going to yell at me or worse, hurt me for being a klutz.
"I'm sorry," I said again, looking down at me feet.
I didn't receive an anwer this time, and slowly looked up to see him looking at me.
I couldn't quite read his expression, as his eyes looked me over, before taking hold of the holders on the ceiling.
"It's alright, don't worry about it," he muttered, looking straight ahead.
I slowly edged away from him (he made me nervous) and didn't stop edging away till I was on the otherside of the train.
Man, he was scary.
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The first classes were hell, but wasn't as hard as I suspected, and my friend, Anzu Mazaki, was in the same class as I was, and counted on her support.
We were unfortunate to have different seating arrangments, but that was okay, seeing her smile and giving me the thumbs up sign was more then enough to fill my confidents.
Though I was lucky to be with her, I was also unfortunate to be with _him_.
The weird boy who I met on the bus.
And worst off, he was sitting right behind me, and I grew nervous because it seemed like his eyes were boring into my back.
I was also unfortunate to be next to Mr. Sarcastic, Bakura, who had a dirty mouth and was also known as one of the feared bullies.
He kept glaring at me, murming complaints under his breath which I happened to hear.
I was thankful when the break bell ran and hurried towards Anzu, who greeted me with her usual cheery smile.
"Hi Yugi," she chirped happily as I sat in a vacant desk next to her.
"Hi Anzu."
"How's class so far?" she asked.
"Not to bad, except I happen to sit next to Bakura."
"Hmmmmm, yes that is quite a shame," she said sympatheically, but for some reason I saw no sympathy in her pretty cerilean eyes.
In fact, she wasn't even looking at me, but more towards to the direction behind me to my far left.
I glanced behind my back to see what had her so preoccupied and started.
She was staring at that boy, who was in a corner, talking quitely with Katsuya Jounouchi, and Hiroto Honda.
I don't like those two much.
They were one of the many who bullied me in my younger days, and still do.
As I continued to watch the boy, his purple eyes adverted towards me and our eyes locked, but only for a second before they went back to Katasuya's.
I don't know why, but once our eyes met, my heart fluttered and thumped so loud it was echoing in my ears.
Why was I nervous, I wondered.
I quickly shook of the feeling and turned back to Anzu, who was still practiclly drooling over the man.
"Yo, Anzu!" I called out and waved hand before her face.
She blinked and blushed, muttering apologies.
"Sorry Yugi, something caught my eye."
"Yes, I noticed," I said with a smile, which caused her to blush even harder.
"Anyway, what classes do you have next?" she asked to advert the conversation away from her.
"Um...we just had Calculous, History, and Science...then next I have Gym, Drama, English, and...Language."
"Really? Which course?"
"I'm thinking of learning English. I've always wanted to visit the Californian states," I answered. "Okay, your turn."
"Let's see, I have Gym also, Cooking, English, and Drama, cool! Two classes together!" she squealed with happiness, and I couldn't help but smile.
Anzu always was an energetic girl, me on the other hand...let's not even go there.
Gym wasn't that bad, though I felt embarrassed to be changing in front of everyone, even if we were all guys.
And...joy, the boy from the bus along with his two partners in crime were changing across from me. Great.
I quickly pulled my shirt down, when I realized that he was staring at me in the corner of his eye, and quickly left the gym, and started the daily stretches to get warmed up.
Anzu sat next to me as she started her warm up, and soon I was caught up with stretching my muscles so I wouldn't get cramps.
I was so absorbed that I didn't realize someone stretching beside me and when I sprang up to fast from stretching my legs, I stumbled sideways and felt myself knocking into the person behind me.
I quickly got up and bowed my head, mumbling apologies, when I heard that famliar deep voice.
"You seem to be very ungraceful today."
I snapped my head up and saw he was looking down upon me, face serious but had some sort of twinkle in his eyes.
Heat creeped up into my cheeks and I bowed again.
"I'm sorry," I muttered again and hurried to the otherside of Anzu, finishing off my warm up.
Once the whistle was blown, I lined up with the rest of my class mates against the wall, waiting for our instructions.
"Today, I thought we'd do a little obstical. First I need you to run around the gym twice, then climb up this rope, ring the bell, and then the tires, and then shoot ten hoops. Okay, everybody in line, ready, set go!"
I'd rather not reveal about the obsitcal course, except hint that I once again bounded into the boy from the bus.
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All I have to say was that I ended up with _Him_ again in Drama, English went fairly well, except I had Katsuya in my class, and Language...I'll give you one guess on who I found sitting in the back in a corner.
It was like fate wanted me to keep meeting him like this, and it really made me uncomfortable.
When the bell rang, I hurried out of the classroom to meet up with Anzu, she took a painting class, and waited paitently outside.
Her class was a couple minutes late, but that was okay, because seeing her energetic smile brightened up my bordom and fustration.
As we walked down the hall, Anzu had been chattering about her day as I listened patiently, when she cut herself off and I slowly looked up to see what caught her attention, like I already didn't know.
Yami was once again talking with his two friends, but glanced our way once or twice before stopping in mid sentence and faced us fully.
Then he did something I never expected him to do, he smiled.
Now I thought this pretty odd, since I fell on him three times this day, but he was actually smiling at me?
Or was it Anzu?
I couldn't really tell, but before I could actually figure it out, he turned away.
Anzu was almost jumping up and down.
"Did you see that? He smiled at me! Can you believe it?" she asked in a hushed whisper as he passed through the school doors.
"Yes, Anzu, I can believe it," I said happily.
But deep down inside I felt...hurt?
Now I was confused.
Why would I feel hurt?
I should be happy for Anzu that her crush liked her, but...why did I feel a bit disappointed that his smile wasn't at me?
Maybe it was because I thought the smile was an act of forgiveness for being such a klutz, and felt relieved, but finding out it was for Anzu, felt a bit disappointed that maybe he didn't forgive me.
Yes, that was it.
That had to be it.
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Mijikai: Well? Good? Bad? Continue? No?
Yugi: Review please!
