Mijikai: Sorry for the delay, bad writers block and I've been busy with my
original stories. If you have the time can you do me the honor in reading
the first chapter in the Fanfiction.Press?
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Entry Four
It never was easy being stage manager and it still isn't.
All the people's calls, wanting me to solve their problems.
I sighed as I was called for the fifth time and was confronted by the girl who was to play Momoku, and how she ranted on on how she hated her kimono!
"Yes, yes, we can get it altered. Okay, red instead of purple, sakura instead of lilies, yes, yes," I said, though felt so exasperated in the inside.
"Good. And make sure that you alter a few of these decorations that go in my hair. It's disgraceful. Who ever heard of a bird that hangs in someone's hair." she droned on, and I felt like crying.
"And these flowers that you are suppose to wear."
"I think they look beautiful on you," interrupted Yami, who just came up behind her.
The girl, Osanai, blushed as she turned around, and started to silently flirt with Yami.
"Yami!" she squealed. "What a delightful surprise. You really think those flowers look good in my hair?"
"Yes, they radiate your features," he explained and Kimi giggled in delight.
For some reason I felt anger?
Was I jealous!?
No, no, it couldn't be.
It must be because I want Anzu to be the one flirting with him instead of Kimi.
I felt heat creep into my cheeks, and turned around quickly so they went un- noticed, and it took several deep breaths before I gained control on my rampage of emotions and pushed them back, and turned back around to face the two.
"Well, then if we're settled, Osanai, then I'll be over here," I said quickly and hurried off to where the props were being made.
I stood before the unfinished house of Momoku and kneeled down to one side and reached for the brush, dipped it in the brown paint, and started painting.
I was a bit distracted with my work that I didn't notice someone joined me till my brush bumped theirs.
"Sorry."
My head slowly looked up and I felt that uneasy feeling enter my gut and heat creep into my cheeks as I looked up at him.
He looked at me with those purple eyes, waiting to see what I would say.
I stayed quiet deciding what do say, before I shrugged and went back to painting.
We painted Momoku's house, side-by-side, till the bell rang, and I smiled at the finished progress.
That was a good sign.
As I grabbed my backpack and was about to leave, I caught Yami and thanked him.
"If you hadn't helped, I'd probably be still painting that sucker, and then we'd be a bit behind in schedule," I said with a hint of a half smile upon my lips.
"Next time, all you need to do is ask," he said to me with his usual mask of no emotion, but I saw light dance upon his eyes, or was that the lighting?
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I took a shuddering breath as I faced Katsuya and tried my best to ignore the stare he was boring into me.
'Why did I have to be parterned up with him?' I thought as I shakily opened the text book.
"Name two similies and place it into a sentence," I said.
"You are a _scranny_ brat who is two _small_ and _weak_ to even be considered a boy."
I winced.
"Okay. I guess I deserved that..." I murmured.
"Damn right you do! Drama, feh, what kind of man takes drama?" he sneered.
" Yami takes drama," I spoke up and blushed as his brownish eyes bored into my eyes.
"Look, twerp, Yami's been acting pretty strange lately and I know it has to do with you!" he growled. "So what ever your doing to him, stop it now, or I'll kick you ass so bad that moving will be a distant memory."
I nodded frantically, though I had no idea what he was talking about.
(-- Okay so I had a vague idea...)
The rest of English was a nightmare and I anticipated when I was able to escape it, and once that bell ran I couldn't help but sigh in relief.
Language was uneventful, though I had the feeling that someone was staring at my back, but I dared not look.
Once class let out, I raced towards my locker and hurried with the combination and snatched up the note Anzu had written and I took a quick glance around before wedging it on the side of Yami's locker, then running for it so I wouldn't be caught.
How akward that would have been.
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As I was exiting the school building, I bumped into a very familiar aquaintance I had met in the library.
"Kabai-kun!" I shouted in surprise when he came up to me.
"Yugi," he said with a nod.
"Nice to see you again," I said with a smile.
"Nice to see you too," he countered back. "Yugi?"
"Yes?"
"I was wondering, you know that poem we have to write for English?" he asked.
"Oh yes."
"Are you done?"
"Yeah, though it was not that easy," I said as I remembered the late night hours flipping through the Japanese-English dictionary.
"Well, I need some help, can you come over to my place and help me get the idea how these Amerian poems work?" he asked.
"Okay, but I should call Grandpa..." I started.
"You can call him on the way to my place," he insisted and took my arm and pulled me passed the crowd of people and towards the streets.
My jaw dropped as I stared at the black limo that rested on the curb, and a butler was there, standing by the door, and opened it.
"Welcome Mr. Kaiba," he said with a bit of a bow. "and you sir," he added as he bowed his head to me.
I quickly did the same before being pushed inside and there sitting at the very edge was Yami, nose in the script of the play.
I felt my stomach squirm and my heart pound.
'Gods! Why am I having this reaction! Maybe because I'm used to having him be so mean and am anticipating for him to make me mad. Yes that's it exactly,' I told myself as I sat in the seat that was across from Yami.
Kaiba-kun took a seat beside me and the door was shut, and the motor started.
"So, little cousin, how was your day?" Kaiba-kun said casually, and Yami scowled at his paper and looked up to retort back.
"Stop calling me little cousin. I'm just as old as you and...Yugi?"
I looked up from staring at the window and did a curt wave to indicate a hello, and looked back outside.
"So, how was your day," Seto asked again.
"Uh...fine...I guess," Yami mumbled.
"Why so secretive. You usually have a complaint here and there, and expressing your problems about a certain crush..." Seto drawled on casually, and I could almost sense a smirk.
"Shut up you mellon head!" Yami shouted.
"What? Afraid to tell me about your crush? Or is there a reason you can't tell it in front of Yugi-kun?"
There was silence and I finally looked up to see Yami staring at Seto with cold eyes, while he smirked.
"Okay, then, fine," Yami said with clenched teeth. "She is cute, angelic, one heck of a temper when angry, quite sarcastic, and...she is the most perfect little thing I've ever seen."
I felt two emotions well up inside.
I felt jealousy, anger, happiness, and relief.
I could understand happiness in relief because it meant it was a good chance in being Anzu, but...why the other two.
Surely I had no reason to feel that way.
I felt like I wanted to hit myself repeadedly till these confusing questions and emotions could just disappear.
A chuckle brough me back to reality and I looked up to see the oddest sight I thought I'd never see.
Yami was hunched up, staring at his lap, blushing!
And Kaiba-kun seemed to be having a laughing fit.
I couldn't help but laugh at the funny scean and wished that I had brought my camera.
Suddenly, the limo had stopped and the door was opened, and I stared as I looked up at the biggest home I had ever seen.
"Yugi Mutou," Kaiba-kun said as he stood before the front door. "Welcome to Kaiba Mansion."
"Wow," I whispered as I slowly walked up the pathway to the front door and I heard a chukle behind me and blushed slightly as I reconized it to be Yami's.
"Come in, come in," Kaiba-kun prodded as he opened the door and pushed me inside.
The inside was beautiful and lavish and eveything seemed to blur as I was led to the living room, and seated myself on a white couch, Kaiba-kun beside me and Yami sitting upon a chair beside the couch, reading over the script.
"Okay," Kaiba-kun started. "First of all how do I start the poem?"
"Well, choose a subject. Anything that inspires you alot," I suggested.
"Mokuba."
"Then think of characteristics that this inspiration has."
"Okay."
"List them and just...put them together."
"Hmmm, sounds so simple yet I still don't get it," Kaiba-kun murmured, so I spent the next hour showing him examples and helping him create his own poem.
"Tea?"
I started as I looked up and Yami stood beside me, carrying a tray with three cups of tea and cookies.
"Thank you," I said as I took a cup and sipped it. "Mmmm, yum, this is good. Taste like cinnamen."
"Oh yes," Kaiba-kun said as he sipped his own. "Yami's favorite. How polite to share it with us."
Yami scowled at Kaiba-kun as he sipped his own, and picked up the plate of sugar cookies and held them out to me.
"Oh, thank you," I said as I took one.
It was so small and seemed so delicate.
I took a bite and was not prepared for the delightful taste that flooded my tastebuds.
"These are really good," I complimented, and for some reason Yami smiled down at the floor, and a faint blush occupied his cheeks.
"You know," Kaiba-kun said casually, as he placed his cup down and picked up one of the small sugar cookies. "These were made by Yami himself."
"Really?" I asked and turned to Yami, who slowly nodded.
"Its an old recipe from my mother," he explained as he looked up at me. "And I'm glad you enjoy them."
Kaiba-kun snorted, as he popped the whole cookie in his mouth.
"Who ever doesn't is an aximoran."
"How low for someone who knows a vocabulary for mature people only?" Yami said and Seto threw a pillow at him.
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Once I got home, Grandpa drilled me with questions on where I had been, and I felt guilt that I forgot to call him with all the excitment in being in a real mansion and all, so I apologized and promised not to do it again.
The next day, Anzu started chattering on how her ballet lessons were and how her mentor had informed her that she should be thinking in going to New York to study more about ballet.
I was happy for her, of course, but felt sad.
Sad that she may leave me all alone, for she was my only friend.
But as a good friend, I pushed down my sadness and smiled brightly for her, not giving a hint of sadness I felt.
Calculous was boring, as usual, and I was a bit happier in science, thought the happiness faded as my Sama announced a pop quiz.
Most of the questions were a bit harder then usual, but luckily I drilled myself on them last night and knew them perfectly well.
It was such a relief the bell rang.
In science, nothing, except Bakura blew up something (_--_ again) and was forbidden near the cabinet again.
During break, I was talking quietly with Anzu, when my history teacher called me to the desk.
Thoughly confused, and afraid I was in trouble, I followed him to the desk, where to my surprise, Yami was also.
My teacher, Takahashi-sama, sat in it and looked at both of us with beady eyes.
"Mutou, Yugi," he said, "Mr. Yami Mutou here seems to need a bit of tutoring in History. And since you've been doing well in this subject, I've chosen you to help him raise his progress."
"Uh...okay sir..." I said, but my brain was numb.
Would I ever get away from Yami?
Not that I didn't like him or anything anymore, but it was just...he made me nervous and feel this weird emotion I didn't like and wanted it to go away.
And the closer I was to him, the more it affected me and it sometimes made me want to burst into tears.
But I couldn't disobey my sama's orders so nodded obediently.
"You will meet together during lunch and after school. Agreed?" he asked.
"Yes," we both said and we were excused.
I numbly walked back to my desk, and Anzu glanced at me with concern.
"Yugi, are you alright?" she asked.
"Fine," I answered with a smile and somehow adverted the subject away from me and back to what ever we were talking about.
It seemed Gym and Drama went by too fast and there I was, sitting across from Yami in the libaray in a deserted area.
"So when did the Samurai first decide to betray there people and masters?" I asked as I looked up from a huge text book, and frowned as I saw Yami reading something instead of paying attention.
He looked up with a start, and crumpled up the paper into his fist and slid it under the table.
"Sorry, what were you saying?" he asked.
I sighed.
"The samurai. When did the samurai decide it was best to rob there people instead of protecting them?" I asked.
He was silent.
"You tell me," he said, and I growled in fusration.
Luckily the end of lunch bell rang and I got up from my chair and slammed the book shut.
"Yugi, I'm sorry!" Yami said as he too rose up, and noticed my anger.
"Yami," I said as calmly as I could. "Get your act together! Stop having your head in the clouds and come back to earth!"
Yami seemd hurt and I immediately felt bad.
"I'm sorry," I sighed, as he silently collected his book bag. "I didn't mean to lash..."
"No Yugi, you have every right, and I'm sorry," he said and hurried out of the room.
I was a bit slower as I left the library and entered my next class.
In English, Anzu seemed a bit quiet, and solomn, and I became concerned.
"Anzu, something wrong?" I asked, and she slowly looked at me.
"Yugi, you know Yami?" she asked.
"Yes," I said slowly.
"Well, the more I saw you sneak those letters for me in his locker the more I became to tell him how I felt instead of being a secret admirer. So I told him how I felt. He regected me, saying he only saw me as a friend, and offered to be one. I accepted but my heart still hurts," she whispered and silent tears left her eyes.
I patted her on the back, telling her it was alright and that she should forget Yami.
After a while, her tears dried and she became a bit happier.
"Thanks Yugi," she whispered as the teacher came in.
"My pleasure," I said with a wink.
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After school I slowly dragged myself to the library and once I went inside, I was surprised it was deserted, even the librarian was gone.
The only one who was inside was Yami, who was sitting at the same table we were at at lunch, staring into space.
I took a deep breath and went up to my spot and picked out the text book we were studying in class and opened it.
"Okay, Yami, lets start at the beginning," I said. "Now I'm going to read the page and its up to you to take notes."
Yami silently got out a piece of paper and pencil, and I began to read.
"I'm going to start with the chapter of Egpyt, since that was the first area we learned about, and we are going to be tested on it soon. Subject: Pyramids. Introduction on when the pyramids were first discovered. The temple of the goddess Isis, known, as the Pearl of Egypt, stands on the little island of Philae near the first cataract of the..." I paused as I felt something brush my fingers on the hand I had resting on the table, and looked up, glancing suspiciously at Yami, but he was innocent, or so it seemed.
His right hand was scribbling down on the paper while his left hand was under the table.
"...Nile, nor far from Aswan. Although it was built long after the last..." another pause.
This time I glanced at my hand and caught Yami's right hand ontop of mine.
"Um...Yami," I started, but he only grasped my hand tightly and rose up from his seat, and leaned across the table and...kissed me.
I gasped in surprise, and pushed him away with wide eyes.
"Yami?" I asked.
"Yugi," he said calmly like he had done nothing out of the ordinary.
"What are you doing?" I gasped.
"Expressing my feelings for you," he answered. "I love you."
"But you said it was a she!" I protested.
"I lied," he said and kissed me again.
I was terrified, and panced greatly.
I pushed him off me, causing my chair to fall back and I rolled out of it and hit the book shelf.
I slowly curled up and cried.
I heard footsteps coming towards me and flinched as a hand touched my shoulder.
"Yug..."
"Please don't," I whispered as I shook.
"Yugi...I'm sorry. Its just I thought you felt the same for me," he explained and I gained the guts to look up at him.
"What?"
"These," he said and held up paper with writing on it. "I saw you place each letter in my locker and...its just the way you act around me."
I slowly uncurled and leaned my back against the bookshelf and gazed at him with sad eyes.
"Those were from Anzu. I was just delivering them," I explained quietly and I saw the hurt and sadness in his eyes, and he slowly stood up and stuffed the letters into his bag.
"Yugi," he said quietly as he turned his back on me. "I am truely sorry for the misunderstanding. I'll have Takahashi-sama assign a new tutor for me. I'm really sorry."
With what he said, he left the library, and I was left there, in tears.
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Mijikai: I hope this is a good enough chapter to get people to forgive me for the long wait, and if I don't have writers block, I'll post the next chapter soon.
Yami:....What is this crap!
Mijikai: I did say it was shonen ai.
Y/Y: (looks at each other then looks away blushing)
Yami: -oo- Yugi?
Yugi: -oo- Yes?
Yami: You know I wouldn't do that, right?
Yugi: Yes of course! (backs away from Yami)
Yami: -_-
Mijikai: Please review!
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Entry Four
It never was easy being stage manager and it still isn't.
All the people's calls, wanting me to solve their problems.
I sighed as I was called for the fifth time and was confronted by the girl who was to play Momoku, and how she ranted on on how she hated her kimono!
"Yes, yes, we can get it altered. Okay, red instead of purple, sakura instead of lilies, yes, yes," I said, though felt so exasperated in the inside.
"Good. And make sure that you alter a few of these decorations that go in my hair. It's disgraceful. Who ever heard of a bird that hangs in someone's hair." she droned on, and I felt like crying.
"And these flowers that you are suppose to wear."
"I think they look beautiful on you," interrupted Yami, who just came up behind her.
The girl, Osanai, blushed as she turned around, and started to silently flirt with Yami.
"Yami!" she squealed. "What a delightful surprise. You really think those flowers look good in my hair?"
"Yes, they radiate your features," he explained and Kimi giggled in delight.
For some reason I felt anger?
Was I jealous!?
No, no, it couldn't be.
It must be because I want Anzu to be the one flirting with him instead of Kimi.
I felt heat creep into my cheeks, and turned around quickly so they went un- noticed, and it took several deep breaths before I gained control on my rampage of emotions and pushed them back, and turned back around to face the two.
"Well, then if we're settled, Osanai, then I'll be over here," I said quickly and hurried off to where the props were being made.
I stood before the unfinished house of Momoku and kneeled down to one side and reached for the brush, dipped it in the brown paint, and started painting.
I was a bit distracted with my work that I didn't notice someone joined me till my brush bumped theirs.
"Sorry."
My head slowly looked up and I felt that uneasy feeling enter my gut and heat creep into my cheeks as I looked up at him.
He looked at me with those purple eyes, waiting to see what I would say.
I stayed quiet deciding what do say, before I shrugged and went back to painting.
We painted Momoku's house, side-by-side, till the bell rang, and I smiled at the finished progress.
That was a good sign.
As I grabbed my backpack and was about to leave, I caught Yami and thanked him.
"If you hadn't helped, I'd probably be still painting that sucker, and then we'd be a bit behind in schedule," I said with a hint of a half smile upon my lips.
"Next time, all you need to do is ask," he said to me with his usual mask of no emotion, but I saw light dance upon his eyes, or was that the lighting?
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I took a shuddering breath as I faced Katsuya and tried my best to ignore the stare he was boring into me.
'Why did I have to be parterned up with him?' I thought as I shakily opened the text book.
"Name two similies and place it into a sentence," I said.
"You are a _scranny_ brat who is two _small_ and _weak_ to even be considered a boy."
I winced.
"Okay. I guess I deserved that..." I murmured.
"Damn right you do! Drama, feh, what kind of man takes drama?" he sneered.
" Yami takes drama," I spoke up and blushed as his brownish eyes bored into my eyes.
"Look, twerp, Yami's been acting pretty strange lately and I know it has to do with you!" he growled. "So what ever your doing to him, stop it now, or I'll kick you ass so bad that moving will be a distant memory."
I nodded frantically, though I had no idea what he was talking about.
(-- Okay so I had a vague idea...)
The rest of English was a nightmare and I anticipated when I was able to escape it, and once that bell ran I couldn't help but sigh in relief.
Language was uneventful, though I had the feeling that someone was staring at my back, but I dared not look.
Once class let out, I raced towards my locker and hurried with the combination and snatched up the note Anzu had written and I took a quick glance around before wedging it on the side of Yami's locker, then running for it so I wouldn't be caught.
How akward that would have been.
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As I was exiting the school building, I bumped into a very familiar aquaintance I had met in the library.
"Kabai-kun!" I shouted in surprise when he came up to me.
"Yugi," he said with a nod.
"Nice to see you again," I said with a smile.
"Nice to see you too," he countered back. "Yugi?"
"Yes?"
"I was wondering, you know that poem we have to write for English?" he asked.
"Oh yes."
"Are you done?"
"Yeah, though it was not that easy," I said as I remembered the late night hours flipping through the Japanese-English dictionary.
"Well, I need some help, can you come over to my place and help me get the idea how these Amerian poems work?" he asked.
"Okay, but I should call Grandpa..." I started.
"You can call him on the way to my place," he insisted and took my arm and pulled me passed the crowd of people and towards the streets.
My jaw dropped as I stared at the black limo that rested on the curb, and a butler was there, standing by the door, and opened it.
"Welcome Mr. Kaiba," he said with a bit of a bow. "and you sir," he added as he bowed his head to me.
I quickly did the same before being pushed inside and there sitting at the very edge was Yami, nose in the script of the play.
I felt my stomach squirm and my heart pound.
'Gods! Why am I having this reaction! Maybe because I'm used to having him be so mean and am anticipating for him to make me mad. Yes that's it exactly,' I told myself as I sat in the seat that was across from Yami.
Kaiba-kun took a seat beside me and the door was shut, and the motor started.
"So, little cousin, how was your day?" Kaiba-kun said casually, and Yami scowled at his paper and looked up to retort back.
"Stop calling me little cousin. I'm just as old as you and...Yugi?"
I looked up from staring at the window and did a curt wave to indicate a hello, and looked back outside.
"So, how was your day," Seto asked again.
"Uh...fine...I guess," Yami mumbled.
"Why so secretive. You usually have a complaint here and there, and expressing your problems about a certain crush..." Seto drawled on casually, and I could almost sense a smirk.
"Shut up you mellon head!" Yami shouted.
"What? Afraid to tell me about your crush? Or is there a reason you can't tell it in front of Yugi-kun?"
There was silence and I finally looked up to see Yami staring at Seto with cold eyes, while he smirked.
"Okay, then, fine," Yami said with clenched teeth. "She is cute, angelic, one heck of a temper when angry, quite sarcastic, and...she is the most perfect little thing I've ever seen."
I felt two emotions well up inside.
I felt jealousy, anger, happiness, and relief.
I could understand happiness in relief because it meant it was a good chance in being Anzu, but...why the other two.
Surely I had no reason to feel that way.
I felt like I wanted to hit myself repeadedly till these confusing questions and emotions could just disappear.
A chuckle brough me back to reality and I looked up to see the oddest sight I thought I'd never see.
Yami was hunched up, staring at his lap, blushing!
And Kaiba-kun seemed to be having a laughing fit.
I couldn't help but laugh at the funny scean and wished that I had brought my camera.
Suddenly, the limo had stopped and the door was opened, and I stared as I looked up at the biggest home I had ever seen.
"Yugi Mutou," Kaiba-kun said as he stood before the front door. "Welcome to Kaiba Mansion."
"Wow," I whispered as I slowly walked up the pathway to the front door and I heard a chukle behind me and blushed slightly as I reconized it to be Yami's.
"Come in, come in," Kaiba-kun prodded as he opened the door and pushed me inside.
The inside was beautiful and lavish and eveything seemed to blur as I was led to the living room, and seated myself on a white couch, Kaiba-kun beside me and Yami sitting upon a chair beside the couch, reading over the script.
"Okay," Kaiba-kun started. "First of all how do I start the poem?"
"Well, choose a subject. Anything that inspires you alot," I suggested.
"Mokuba."
"Then think of characteristics that this inspiration has."
"Okay."
"List them and just...put them together."
"Hmmm, sounds so simple yet I still don't get it," Kaiba-kun murmured, so I spent the next hour showing him examples and helping him create his own poem.
"Tea?"
I started as I looked up and Yami stood beside me, carrying a tray with three cups of tea and cookies.
"Thank you," I said as I took a cup and sipped it. "Mmmm, yum, this is good. Taste like cinnamen."
"Oh yes," Kaiba-kun said as he sipped his own. "Yami's favorite. How polite to share it with us."
Yami scowled at Kaiba-kun as he sipped his own, and picked up the plate of sugar cookies and held them out to me.
"Oh, thank you," I said as I took one.
It was so small and seemed so delicate.
I took a bite and was not prepared for the delightful taste that flooded my tastebuds.
"These are really good," I complimented, and for some reason Yami smiled down at the floor, and a faint blush occupied his cheeks.
"You know," Kaiba-kun said casually, as he placed his cup down and picked up one of the small sugar cookies. "These were made by Yami himself."
"Really?" I asked and turned to Yami, who slowly nodded.
"Its an old recipe from my mother," he explained as he looked up at me. "And I'm glad you enjoy them."
Kaiba-kun snorted, as he popped the whole cookie in his mouth.
"Who ever doesn't is an aximoran."
"How low for someone who knows a vocabulary for mature people only?" Yami said and Seto threw a pillow at him.
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Once I got home, Grandpa drilled me with questions on where I had been, and I felt guilt that I forgot to call him with all the excitment in being in a real mansion and all, so I apologized and promised not to do it again.
The next day, Anzu started chattering on how her ballet lessons were and how her mentor had informed her that she should be thinking in going to New York to study more about ballet.
I was happy for her, of course, but felt sad.
Sad that she may leave me all alone, for she was my only friend.
But as a good friend, I pushed down my sadness and smiled brightly for her, not giving a hint of sadness I felt.
Calculous was boring, as usual, and I was a bit happier in science, thought the happiness faded as my Sama announced a pop quiz.
Most of the questions were a bit harder then usual, but luckily I drilled myself on them last night and knew them perfectly well.
It was such a relief the bell rang.
In science, nothing, except Bakura blew up something (_--_ again) and was forbidden near the cabinet again.
During break, I was talking quietly with Anzu, when my history teacher called me to the desk.
Thoughly confused, and afraid I was in trouble, I followed him to the desk, where to my surprise, Yami was also.
My teacher, Takahashi-sama, sat in it and looked at both of us with beady eyes.
"Mutou, Yugi," he said, "Mr. Yami Mutou here seems to need a bit of tutoring in History. And since you've been doing well in this subject, I've chosen you to help him raise his progress."
"Uh...okay sir..." I said, but my brain was numb.
Would I ever get away from Yami?
Not that I didn't like him or anything anymore, but it was just...he made me nervous and feel this weird emotion I didn't like and wanted it to go away.
And the closer I was to him, the more it affected me and it sometimes made me want to burst into tears.
But I couldn't disobey my sama's orders so nodded obediently.
"You will meet together during lunch and after school. Agreed?" he asked.
"Yes," we both said and we were excused.
I numbly walked back to my desk, and Anzu glanced at me with concern.
"Yugi, are you alright?" she asked.
"Fine," I answered with a smile and somehow adverted the subject away from me and back to what ever we were talking about.
It seemed Gym and Drama went by too fast and there I was, sitting across from Yami in the libaray in a deserted area.
"So when did the Samurai first decide to betray there people and masters?" I asked as I looked up from a huge text book, and frowned as I saw Yami reading something instead of paying attention.
He looked up with a start, and crumpled up the paper into his fist and slid it under the table.
"Sorry, what were you saying?" he asked.
I sighed.
"The samurai. When did the samurai decide it was best to rob there people instead of protecting them?" I asked.
He was silent.
"You tell me," he said, and I growled in fusration.
Luckily the end of lunch bell rang and I got up from my chair and slammed the book shut.
"Yugi, I'm sorry!" Yami said as he too rose up, and noticed my anger.
"Yami," I said as calmly as I could. "Get your act together! Stop having your head in the clouds and come back to earth!"
Yami seemd hurt and I immediately felt bad.
"I'm sorry," I sighed, as he silently collected his book bag. "I didn't mean to lash..."
"No Yugi, you have every right, and I'm sorry," he said and hurried out of the room.
I was a bit slower as I left the library and entered my next class.
In English, Anzu seemed a bit quiet, and solomn, and I became concerned.
"Anzu, something wrong?" I asked, and she slowly looked at me.
"Yugi, you know Yami?" she asked.
"Yes," I said slowly.
"Well, the more I saw you sneak those letters for me in his locker the more I became to tell him how I felt instead of being a secret admirer. So I told him how I felt. He regected me, saying he only saw me as a friend, and offered to be one. I accepted but my heart still hurts," she whispered and silent tears left her eyes.
I patted her on the back, telling her it was alright and that she should forget Yami.
After a while, her tears dried and she became a bit happier.
"Thanks Yugi," she whispered as the teacher came in.
"My pleasure," I said with a wink.
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After school I slowly dragged myself to the library and once I went inside, I was surprised it was deserted, even the librarian was gone.
The only one who was inside was Yami, who was sitting at the same table we were at at lunch, staring into space.
I took a deep breath and went up to my spot and picked out the text book we were studying in class and opened it.
"Okay, Yami, lets start at the beginning," I said. "Now I'm going to read the page and its up to you to take notes."
Yami silently got out a piece of paper and pencil, and I began to read.
"I'm going to start with the chapter of Egpyt, since that was the first area we learned about, and we are going to be tested on it soon. Subject: Pyramids. Introduction on when the pyramids were first discovered. The temple of the goddess Isis, known, as the Pearl of Egypt, stands on the little island of Philae near the first cataract of the..." I paused as I felt something brush my fingers on the hand I had resting on the table, and looked up, glancing suspiciously at Yami, but he was innocent, or so it seemed.
His right hand was scribbling down on the paper while his left hand was under the table.
"...Nile, nor far from Aswan. Although it was built long after the last..." another pause.
This time I glanced at my hand and caught Yami's right hand ontop of mine.
"Um...Yami," I started, but he only grasped my hand tightly and rose up from his seat, and leaned across the table and...kissed me.
I gasped in surprise, and pushed him away with wide eyes.
"Yami?" I asked.
"Yugi," he said calmly like he had done nothing out of the ordinary.
"What are you doing?" I gasped.
"Expressing my feelings for you," he answered. "I love you."
"But you said it was a she!" I protested.
"I lied," he said and kissed me again.
I was terrified, and panced greatly.
I pushed him off me, causing my chair to fall back and I rolled out of it and hit the book shelf.
I slowly curled up and cried.
I heard footsteps coming towards me and flinched as a hand touched my shoulder.
"Yug..."
"Please don't," I whispered as I shook.
"Yugi...I'm sorry. Its just I thought you felt the same for me," he explained and I gained the guts to look up at him.
"What?"
"These," he said and held up paper with writing on it. "I saw you place each letter in my locker and...its just the way you act around me."
I slowly uncurled and leaned my back against the bookshelf and gazed at him with sad eyes.
"Those were from Anzu. I was just delivering them," I explained quietly and I saw the hurt and sadness in his eyes, and he slowly stood up and stuffed the letters into his bag.
"Yugi," he said quietly as he turned his back on me. "I am truely sorry for the misunderstanding. I'll have Takahashi-sama assign a new tutor for me. I'm really sorry."
With what he said, he left the library, and I was left there, in tears.
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Mijikai: I hope this is a good enough chapter to get people to forgive me for the long wait, and if I don't have writers block, I'll post the next chapter soon.
Yami:....What is this crap!
Mijikai: I did say it was shonen ai.
Y/Y: (looks at each other then looks away blushing)
Yami: -oo- Yugi?
Yugi: -oo- Yes?
Yami: You know I wouldn't do that, right?
Yugi: Yes of course! (backs away from Yami)
Yami: -_-
Mijikai: Please review!
