Entry Three

Why do I feel so happy when he smiles?

Why do I feel a bit relieved that he and Anzu aren't going anywhere?

I am such a bad friend. (thunks self on the head)

I was happy that today was Sunday, and that I would be able to have the day off from school, and have some time away from Yami.

"Yugi, I've noticed that you've been more...apart then normal. Did somthing happen at school?" Grandpa asked that morning, as I drank some miso soup.

"I'm fine Grandpa, really. Just some...emotional problems," I sighed, and started pouring sho yu on my rice.

"Is it a girl?"

"Well...a girl is part of the problem, but mostly...a boy."

"A boy?" Grandpa asked, as he sat down with a cup of tea. "Your age? Older? Younger?"

"About my age."

"Tell me Yugi. Please. I know your protective of your feelings, but if its bothering you this much, then I really feel I need to butt in."

I smiled.

"Thanks Grandpa. (deep breath) Okay, well, it started on the first day of school, I bumped into this boy and ended up bumping into him two more times during school. Well, the problem is...I feel happy when he smiles at me and...Anzu...likes him and I feel...guilty. Guilty that I feel a bit releived that their relationship isn't going anywhere," I blurted out, and put my head in my hands. "I feel like such a bad friend."

"Hmmmm, seems to me like your being protective. Yugi, have you been having any feelings for Anzu?"

I looked up.

"Not that I can think off. But I have noticed how pretty she's been and how her skirt...I mean...certain details," I muttered, cheeks heating as I remembered the description I had described about her skirt and thighs. (Baka Yugi)

Grandpa raised an eyebrow, and coughed, before smiling, slyly.

"I'm thinking that maybe you are starting to take your friendship to the next level, Yugi."

I blached, almost falling out of my chair.

"But Grandpa! I'm her friend! When I mean pretty and...stuff...I mean in a friendly way. Nothing what so ever beyond friendship!" I said waving my arms everywhere, cheeks flushing.

"Really. Well, for the first part about the smiling thing, I think it's because your taking it as a sign of friendship. And you only have Anzu for a friend, so I know how happy you would be to make another . And...rethinking the second part...I think it's because you feel, deep down inside, that if she makes a boyfriend, that she will leave you, and you will be alone again."

The words sunk, and I realized that was exactly how I felt, and I felt tears well up in my eyes.

"You're right Grandpa. I don't want to be alone," I said quietly.

I felt his hand pat my own, and I felt better at the small bit of comfort.

"It's alright Yugi. I'm sure Anzu has no intention of leaving you alone."

"I have a feeling of that too, but deep down...I worry."

"Of course you do. Everybody that has been through your situation does," Grandpa reasured.

I sniffed, and broke into another smile.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

"Anytime Yugi, anytime."

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Well, Sunday went by fast, a little to fast in my opinion.

I took a deep breath and swiped a seat when I could, and sat there, starting to think what I'd do if Anzu left me for a boyfriend.

A frown desended my features as I couldn't think of much, and sighed to myself.

'This is going to become very complicated,' I thought, and leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

Once the train started to open its doors, I hurried out and tried pushing through the crowd, and ran towards the school.

I smiled as I saw Anzu, but slowed as I saw Yami beside her.

She seemed to be chattering gayly, while Yami was distracted with some papers.

'Must be rehearsing for the play,' I thought, then approached with a big smile.

"Morning Anzu!" I greeted.

She stopped in mid sentence and smiled at me.

"Morning! Oh, Yugi you just have to help me!" she pleaded, and I began to worry.

"What's wrong Anzu?" I asked.

She bit her lip, and slowly dragged me to an empty spot before she spilled.

"Yugi, I'm really...not sure..." she started.

"Not sure of what?" I asked. "It's alright Anzu, you can tell me anything. We are friends."

She smiled warmly, that warmed my heart.

"Yugi, I don't think this will work out. Yami just doesn't really like me. It was really sweet of you that you've been trying to set us up, but no, it just won't work."

"What are you saying, Anzu Mazaki?" I asked sternly. "The Anzu I know, wouldn't give up! I could even help you! Slip notes into his locker, and convince him to take you out! Come on, your a great girl to be with, and I'm sure he'll love you to pieces when he gets to know you!"

Anzu's smile grew, and hugged me close, making me blush.

"That's really sweet, but no. I wouldn't want to force Yami into doing something he doesn't want to. If he doesn't love me he doesn't love me."

"Anzu," I said quietly, taking her hands. "I don't like to see you hurt. I know you love him with great passion. Don't give up please. And I promise, I'll help you and stick with you to the very end."

"...Alright, I won't. But why are you doing all this?"

"I want to see you happy."

She blushed, having a shocked expression on her face, before hugging me again, tears running down her face.

"Thank you, Yugi."

"Hey, its nothing. You know, I just can't wait for gym."

"Why?" she asked.

"So I can 'accidently' slip how pretty you are," I said grinning mischeviously.

"Yugi!"

"Oh yes, Anzu Mazaki does look like a model. Do I think she'll look good in a bathing suit? Nah, You should try a binkini. Wow! What a knock out that would be!"

"YUGI MUTOU!"

That was my que to run, but we were both laughing, and after that, I think we became a bit closer, our friendship growing stronger.

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So, in the locker room, I pulled my shirt over my head, and noticed Yami was staring at me, and looked up at him to see what he wanted, but he responded by blushing and looking away quickly.

'Wonder what that was about?' I thought.

I then took my pants off, (My P.E shirt was hanging by the middle of my thighs, so nothing was showing!) , when I felt something brush my thigh and looked down to see Yami reaching down beside me, picking up a piece of paper.

He smiled (Damn that smile) at me as he rose back up.

"Dropped my paper," he said, waving it to show his proof, before stuffing it into his bag and running out of the locker room.

I raised an eyebrow, before shaking my head, muttering, "Nut." before pulling up my shorts and also running to the gym. We did our daily laps, before starting on a game of tackle football.

(sarcasm) Joy.

Luckily, I was on Anzu's side, but unfortunately Katsuya and Hiroto, pluse Bakura were on the other.

And those three are pretty much the roughest players in the school.

I felt myself panic as the whistle blew, and out of the blue came the ball and came right into my hands.

Seeing the whole otherside come charging for me, made me cry out and run like mad.

I don't really remember what happened, except run blindly, feeling myself dodging heavy masses of bodies, when I realized that I was close to the othersides goal.

I picked up speed, running as fast as my damn short legs could carry me, and threw myself forward to get over the line.

At that moment, when I landed, I felt arms wrap around my waist as I collided to the ground, and looked up to see...Yami?

Yami grinned, as he reached for the football.

"Good try, but not good enough," he said in my ear, and pulled himself up, before sitting back down on my back.

"Hey!" I shouted. "Get off of me!"

"Why should I? The winner should be _above_ the loser."

I felt myself fuming.

'How dare he call me that!' I thought angrily and tried jumping up, but his weight was to heavy.

I heard laughing around me, and tried my best to ignore it, but the chanting of 'loser, loser, loser, los...' was pounding in my ears, and I felt it.

The emotion I tried my best to never show.

My vision went all fuzzy, and something wet slowly glided down my face.

My tongue flicked on the wet drop, and it tasted salty.

I was crying.

With surprising strength, I was able to slid out from under Yami, then ran back towards the locker room, hearing the laughter getting louder.

I barely caught a glimpse of Anzu.

She looked upset, and I felt a bit better that she was scowling at the boys who were laughing there heads off at me.

I ran through the locker, not caring if the teacher was mad at me for running before the end of class, and out the other end, running till I ran into a random room.

As I looked up, I was surprised to find myself in the library which, thankfully, was empty, except for a male student.

I quickly walked towards him, passed him, and plopped down at a nearby table, burying my head into my arms.

I was sooooo embarrassed.

Sure, I've been humiliated before, but that was the ultimate humiliation.

Taking a shuddering breath, a let the tears I had been holding, fall, cascading down my face.

Suddenly, I heard the chair before me move and something heavy plop into it.

I sniffed, and looked up to see the student looking down at me with stunning blue eyes, staring down at me, boring into my mind.

From my guess, he was tall, brown hair, and had an amused look in his eyes.

"Girl trouble?" he asked in a slight low voice.

I wiped my tears away and shook my head.

"Try boy trouble. Pluse humilation," I stumbled out, not caring if I was blurting out everything to a total stranger.

"Who?"

"Yami Mutou," I growled angrily. "I hate that bastard!"

To my surprise, and annoyance, the student let out a chuckle.

"Ah, so has little Yami caused trouble already?" he asked, leaning back, crossing one leg over the other.

"You know him?" I asked, a bit surprised.

"Yes. He, unfortunately, is my little cousin. His father died recently, and moved in with my family. So currently, he is also my step brother. Oh, yes, my manners. I am Seto Kaiba," he introduced and held out a hand.

I sniffed again, and managed a smile, shaking his hand.

"My name is Yugi Mutou."

"So your the one Yami's been talking about."

"What has he been saying?" I asked, feeling myself becoming angry.

"How your a klutz and seem to be flirting with him."

I snapped.

"I AM GOING TO PUNCH HIM TO HELL THAT STUPID FUCKEN BASTARD! FLIRTING MY ASS! I WOULD NEVER LOOK AT HIM TWICE IF HE HADN'T HAD SOME RESEMBLENCE TO ME!"

"Calm down, Mutou. I was joking. I guess you really are irritated with him."

I immediately cooled off, and took a deep shuddering breath.

"Don't do that, please. So, what did he _really_ say."

"He said you were a klutz. And he...thinks you're intreasting."

I blinked, then rolled my eyes.

"Oh yeah, really interesting," I said sarcastically.

Kaiba-san chuckled, shaking his head.

"You must really hate him."

"Its been on and off for a while, but after that stunt he pulled, I hate him. Really hate him."

He nodded, then glanced out of the window, and I started following his gaze and saw that we were actually quite close to the field.

I groaned as I realized that I had circled around and was almost back where I started, seeing the lockers right across from the library, and I saw Yami glancing at me, as he sat on a bench.

I calmly walked up towards the window, put on my best glare, stuck my tongue at him, and pulled the blinds down.

Turning, stiffly, I sat back into my seat, fuming.

"Mature," Kaiba-kun said sarcatically.

"Proud," I mumbled.

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I didn't bother coming to class till the last, and when the bell rang, I grabbed Anzu and hurried out of the building, not even glancing towards Yami, who seemed to be about to call my name but I was out the door.

"Yugi, are you alright?" Anzu asked, frowing in concern.

"I feel better. I got back at him," I said smiling.

"Now I'm really worried. You never really want revenge on someone, at least...never before..."

"Desperate times called for desperate measures. But it wasn't anything _that_ bad Anzu," I said with a smile. "I only stuck out my tongue and shut the blinds on him in the library."

"Ouch, re-jection!" she said and laughed.

"And I'd thought you'd take Yami's side," I teased.

"Yugi, Yugi, Yugi. He may be cute, but I can't really be happy with a guy who hurts you like that."

I blushed.

"Thanks Anzu. You're a real good friend."

"No problem Yugi."

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The next day, I was clutching a love letter that Anzu wrote for Yami, and was feeling a bit nervous as I approached his locker.

I glanced to see if anyone was watching, before jamming it in the side so some of it stuck out.

I sighed as I backed away, only to bump into someone.

My body froze up, as my stomach did flip flops.

'Please say it isn't Yami,' I begged as I turned, and indeed it was him.

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, before his face fell, and looked away from me.

"Um, Yugi. I...want to apologize. I never meant to embarrass you."

"Never meant to?" I asked calmly.

He blushed, which oddly occured to be funny and couldn't help it as the edge of my lip twitched upward.

"Well...uh...I mean...," he stuttered, stumbling all over his words.

I actually felt bad for him.

"Okay, I forgive you."

"What? Just like that?" he asked in stunned surprise.

"Yep," I said, and started to walk away before I stopped and turned towards him again. "But please. Don't do that anymore."

Yami smiled, and nodded.

"You have my word."

I nodded my thanks, and did something I haven't done often to him.

I smiled at him.

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Mijikai: I hope you are all enjoying this so far. I'm enjoying writing it! Oh, and just to clarify. Yugi may seem he's starting to fall for Anzu, but he isn't. And about the three thingy. Anzu, may drop Yami and go for someone else, but we'll see! ^_______^

Little something: I'm debating. I have a little bonous thingy, and I can either post it as a chapter, or as its own Fan fic. You choose, please.

REVIEW! PLEASE!