Light Dark
by Kurohi Tatsaki
Chapter Two: Daring
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! You can't sue me cuz I have no money!
Summary: A boy who is hated by his parents, and hunted by Rare Hunters on a nightly basis, flees to Domino City, which he has spent unsuccessful time with Battle City Tournament. Two people he meets changes his life, how he views it, and learns the full meanings of friendship and... love...?
Pairings: OC's yami/OC, Seto/Jonouchi, Yami/Yugi, Bakura/Ryou, Marik/Malik(?) Anzu bashing!
"speech" [thoughts] /Hikari to Yami/ //Yami to Hikari// (author notes)
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A loud explosion ripped its way from the Third Hour Chemistry Class, creating echoes throughout the halls and even some ways outside as the sound settled down.
Several students had a blackened face except for one yami a light, and two "ordinary" people who had managed to duck under the desks.
The hikari inwardly laughed with Shirokoori and shook his head while the teacher started the chain of scolding to them, starting with Honda and Jou. He kept his face a blank slate. He had no use for such discipline, as he felt he was already quite advanced in that category.
His yami seemed to be lacking in this section... which also included Honda and Jou, who also had the same class.
"TATSAKI, SHIROKOORI!"
Said yami was still laughing, but stifled his laughter into giggles as the "witch" glared at him.
..Kurohi never knew his yami giggled. Laughed, yes.. even maniacally at that, but giggle?
This discovery awarded the boy's face with one slightly widened eye accompanied by a raised, slender eyebrow.
[Shirokoori...] He leaned further into his seat and sighed, knowing he would receive some of the blow for his partner's actions.
"And YOU, Tatsaki, Kurohi!"
Large, bored, almost intimidating deep blue eyes flicked upward.
"Why did you allow your partner to do such a thing?!"
His huge eyes narrowed slightly, and his yami could sense a slight tingle of irritation pass through their link before it was blocked off. Shirokoori disliked how closed-out his hikari behaved. Especially during school and around friends, no less! And around him.. he acted more or less the same way.
Kurohi refused to reply his teacher with any form of words or phrases. He felt eyes on him, and he completely shut them all out. No one mattered to him, so why should he bother caring, or even answering?
Except..
"Answer me RIGHT NOW!"
He suddenly stood up, and leaned his upper body, supported by his hands, on the desktop. "Sensei, if you have forgotten that I just transferred into this school this morning I can.. overlook your mistake," he uttered slowly. "Unless, you'd rather I become much like... my 'brother'." He smirked, low and slowly. He couldn't help but let out a low chuckle accompanied by his now-slanted eyes.
(A/N: sensei. Means "teacher" or "master". Also has other meanings. I quote from the "Random House Japanese-English English-Japanese Dictionary", "2. Doctor [M.D.] 3. Title used when speaking of or to members of certain professions [lawyers, politicians]. Pronounced: sehn-seh-ee)
He looked like a blue-eyed Bakura just now, and Chikame wasn't interested in having to deal with TWO MORE yamis! One was enough in this classroom! She slunk off, and excused the class after throwing an assignment up on the board.
***A few weeks later***
"Hey, Jou... 'sup?"
The Brooklyn-accented blonde looked down at his friend, who sat on a bench beside a window. It was lunch-time, and no one cared to interrupt anyone, really. He replied, "Nothin' much. You?"
The brunette and silver-haired boy shrugged noncommittally. "Same thing. No one wants to duel me cuz I lose so many times. Even against my younger half brother."
"That bad, and yer, what, a Freshman?"
"American standards of Sophomore." He blinked once at his own words. "I'm sixteen, y'know."
[Ah, so he IS a Freshman!] "I feel really bad 'bout that."
"Yeah... I even got a few new cards... I still couldn't beat him. Anyway, how are things going with you and Seto-kun?"
A smile tugged at his lips. "Jes fine. Though, ya might wanna keep it down, okay? Wouldn't wanna ruin 'is rep. We wouldn't want ta disturb da stupid girls who flirt wit' 'im all da time. Da school would go inta an uproar."
His friend nodded once. "Sure. You can trust me. I won't say anything. Besides, most relationships agree with me, anyway. Get my drift?"
"Whaddya mean by 'most' though?" He gazed at his new friend with delicately angled brown eyes, one slim eyebrow arched in question.
"I'm iffy about lesbians, but I tolerate them nonetheless." He said this with a straight face. He was, in no way, lying.
"So, are ya bi' then?"
He seemed a bit perturbed. Kurohi turned away, saying nothing for a long moment. His blue eyes lingered out the window. A moment later, he answered, "Since when did this conversation become about *my* sexuality?"
"When ya said 'most relationships agree wit' me'."
"Hn."
"Yeah, ya said that dis mornin'."
He moved suddenly, his head turning swiftly towards him to face the blonde. The brown-eyed male was assaulted by a large blue gaze, innocent, but turned cold by affliction. The irises held a deep sadness, locked away in a dark abyss of heart. These emotions were never released in his life, save when he was younger.
"I know," he said calmly, despite the swift, harsh reaction. "Look, I'm not fit to remain around anyone right now. You might want to leave me alone for a while, okay? It's nothing personal - I'm just tired, is all." He turned away, eyes drooped. He stared out the window that only allowed the people inside the building to peek out.
Jonouchi nodded once. "Alright. Just holler whenever."
The male left his friend alone. He got like this sometimes, so pessimistic. It faded once he got a good meal or something. Turning a corner and entering the kinda crowded hallway, he turned another one and entered the courtyard. He spotted his violet-eyed bud, Yugi. He was chattering blissfully with Anzu, and he must have said something humorous, because the brunette started giggling like you would NOT believe. Honda had joined in on the little joke. Yami only forced a few laughs, as he had heard the joke five times that day. Something about a guy and a Niwatori card.
None of them knew about the boy he did. None of them knew about Kurohi, save Honda. He was always ignored, just like Yugi had been before he had made friends with himself and Honda.
None of the students wanted anything to do with the eccentric lad. After all, he had two birth defects, which he had accidentally shown a day or so ago in the guy's bathroom...
He was born with a tiger's tail.
His hair was naturally two colors. No dye!
Then again, so was Yugi's hair... only, instead of two, three different colors: Red, black, and blond... or, to Yami, gold.
[Perhaps... they should know about Kurohi...]
"Yo, Jou! Whatcha doin' over there?! C'mon!"
"Comin'!" He dashed over and remained standing near Yugi. He swiped a nacho from Anzu while she wasn't looking at him, but at Yami. "Now, guys, there's somethin' I've been keeping from y'all."
"Oh? What is it, Jono?"
"There's someone I'd like ya ta meet. This way. He shouldn't 'ave gone far, if anywhere at all."
Honda chuckled, which caused several glances from the group to be aimed toward him.
They wormed their way through the crowds formed by lunch break. They approached the bench, and the boy was still there, staring blankly out the window.
"Oi!"
(A/N: oi. Means "Hey". Pronounced as it looks.)
Kurohi's eyes flicked upward to meet his own chocolate ones. "Hn?"
"Yeah, that's th' third time y'said that."
His gaze narrowed slightly. "Whaddya want?"
"I want ya ta meet my friends: Anzu, Yugi, and Yami!"
"And what signif..." he trailed, gazing at each member of the group. He eyed Yugi and turned around to face them all. Despite his "short" frame, muscles rippled elegantly beneath his uniform. "Oh, these people. I've seen them before. Motou (A/N: The last 'o' in 'Moto' is long, so it would be pronounced: Moh-tohh) and I have the same fourth period, PE. Mazaki and I have the same final class of the day, which is Painting. I had Chemistry before lunch with Honda and Jou."
/Speaking of Chemistry, you'd better not blow anything up tomorrow!!/
//I won't, hikari. I won't... for the first five minutes.//
/Shirokoori!! You're gonna get us **EXPELLED**!!!/ [Like you nearly did today.]
His yami fell silent. Kurohi stood up with the mystic grace of a large cat. "But nevertheless, a pleasure to finally meet you up close. I apologize for my rudeness. I tend to act like that whenever I do not know someone, and I sincerely hope you do not take it to heart.
"I am also a decent duelist, so feel free to duel me, though I may not be much of a challenge to both Kings of Games."
"But," protested Yugi. "at that time, Yami and I were dueling as one person. How could you tell the difference?"
"I'll let you see why, sometime. Actually, you and Yami have PE with me next hour, right? What is it we were playing again?"
Yugi sighed in despair. "Dodge-ball."
The blue-eyed boy blinked. "Dodge-ball?" he echoed. "Dodge-ball! Dodge- balldodge-balldodge-balldodge-balldodge-balldodge-balldodge-balldodge- ball**DODGE-BALL**!!!"
"Hikari, don't use up ALL your energy before the game. I'd hate to save your skin again."
The boy looked up sharply. "Shirokoori! I didn't see you there... Guys, this is my dark half... actually, he behaves like a hikari should, so, in some cases, I'm the darker half."
"Yeah." He ruffled his hikari's spiky hair, making the upbeat spikes flop and the floppy spikes friz out a little. "Y'need to lighten up a little. Blow some stuff up, y'know?"
At this, the blonde and brunette males sniggered. Even the teacher's face had been pitch black!! When she had gone to the bathroom to see what had everyone so riled up, she had screamed so shrilly the mirrors broke!!
What a narcissistic creature.
"Shirokoori--!!" he whined in protest.
"What?" He paused in his hair ruffling and released the soft, confused spikes.
"I don't like that. Leave my hair alone." He started to sort out the spikes by touch, but he suddenly found those familiar hands in his hair yet again. He felt his limbs wanting to go limp at the touch, but he ignored it and helped his yami fix his hair.
His heart, his breathing wanted to pick up, but he would not let it. There was nothing to become agitated about.. but, "agitated" wasn't the right word... "Thanks.. Shirokoori." He turned his head upward to meet his darkness' gaze. Their gaze wasn't the only thing that was met...
So did their lips.
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Hahaha! To think I had most of this chapter already written! I just had to add stuff everywhere and place details! ^_^
Finished: 6/12/03
Translations added: 7/6/03
by Kurohi Tatsaki
Chapter Two: Daring
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! You can't sue me cuz I have no money!
Summary: A boy who is hated by his parents, and hunted by Rare Hunters on a nightly basis, flees to Domino City, which he has spent unsuccessful time with Battle City Tournament. Two people he meets changes his life, how he views it, and learns the full meanings of friendship and... love...?
Pairings: OC's yami/OC, Seto/Jonouchi, Yami/Yugi, Bakura/Ryou, Marik/Malik(?) Anzu bashing!
"speech" [thoughts] /Hikari to Yami/ //Yami to Hikari// (author notes)
***********************************************
A loud explosion ripped its way from the Third Hour Chemistry Class, creating echoes throughout the halls and even some ways outside as the sound settled down.
Several students had a blackened face except for one yami a light, and two "ordinary" people who had managed to duck under the desks.
The hikari inwardly laughed with Shirokoori and shook his head while the teacher started the chain of scolding to them, starting with Honda and Jou. He kept his face a blank slate. He had no use for such discipline, as he felt he was already quite advanced in that category.
His yami seemed to be lacking in this section... which also included Honda and Jou, who also had the same class.
"TATSAKI, SHIROKOORI!"
Said yami was still laughing, but stifled his laughter into giggles as the "witch" glared at him.
..Kurohi never knew his yami giggled. Laughed, yes.. even maniacally at that, but giggle?
This discovery awarded the boy's face with one slightly widened eye accompanied by a raised, slender eyebrow.
[Shirokoori...] He leaned further into his seat and sighed, knowing he would receive some of the blow for his partner's actions.
"And YOU, Tatsaki, Kurohi!"
Large, bored, almost intimidating deep blue eyes flicked upward.
"Why did you allow your partner to do such a thing?!"
His huge eyes narrowed slightly, and his yami could sense a slight tingle of irritation pass through their link before it was blocked off. Shirokoori disliked how closed-out his hikari behaved. Especially during school and around friends, no less! And around him.. he acted more or less the same way.
Kurohi refused to reply his teacher with any form of words or phrases. He felt eyes on him, and he completely shut them all out. No one mattered to him, so why should he bother caring, or even answering?
Except..
"Answer me RIGHT NOW!"
He suddenly stood up, and leaned his upper body, supported by his hands, on the desktop. "Sensei, if you have forgotten that I just transferred into this school this morning I can.. overlook your mistake," he uttered slowly. "Unless, you'd rather I become much like... my 'brother'." He smirked, low and slowly. He couldn't help but let out a low chuckle accompanied by his now-slanted eyes.
(A/N: sensei. Means "teacher" or "master". Also has other meanings. I quote from the "Random House Japanese-English English-Japanese Dictionary", "2. Doctor [M.D.] 3. Title used when speaking of or to members of certain professions [lawyers, politicians]. Pronounced: sehn-seh-ee)
He looked like a blue-eyed Bakura just now, and Chikame wasn't interested in having to deal with TWO MORE yamis! One was enough in this classroom! She slunk off, and excused the class after throwing an assignment up on the board.
***A few weeks later***
"Hey, Jou... 'sup?"
The Brooklyn-accented blonde looked down at his friend, who sat on a bench beside a window. It was lunch-time, and no one cared to interrupt anyone, really. He replied, "Nothin' much. You?"
The brunette and silver-haired boy shrugged noncommittally. "Same thing. No one wants to duel me cuz I lose so many times. Even against my younger half brother."
"That bad, and yer, what, a Freshman?"
"American standards of Sophomore." He blinked once at his own words. "I'm sixteen, y'know."
[Ah, so he IS a Freshman!] "I feel really bad 'bout that."
"Yeah... I even got a few new cards... I still couldn't beat him. Anyway, how are things going with you and Seto-kun?"
A smile tugged at his lips. "Jes fine. Though, ya might wanna keep it down, okay? Wouldn't wanna ruin 'is rep. We wouldn't want ta disturb da stupid girls who flirt wit' 'im all da time. Da school would go inta an uproar."
His friend nodded once. "Sure. You can trust me. I won't say anything. Besides, most relationships agree with me, anyway. Get my drift?"
"Whaddya mean by 'most' though?" He gazed at his new friend with delicately angled brown eyes, one slim eyebrow arched in question.
"I'm iffy about lesbians, but I tolerate them nonetheless." He said this with a straight face. He was, in no way, lying.
"So, are ya bi' then?"
He seemed a bit perturbed. Kurohi turned away, saying nothing for a long moment. His blue eyes lingered out the window. A moment later, he answered, "Since when did this conversation become about *my* sexuality?"
"When ya said 'most relationships agree wit' me'."
"Hn."
"Yeah, ya said that dis mornin'."
He moved suddenly, his head turning swiftly towards him to face the blonde. The brown-eyed male was assaulted by a large blue gaze, innocent, but turned cold by affliction. The irises held a deep sadness, locked away in a dark abyss of heart. These emotions were never released in his life, save when he was younger.
"I know," he said calmly, despite the swift, harsh reaction. "Look, I'm not fit to remain around anyone right now. You might want to leave me alone for a while, okay? It's nothing personal - I'm just tired, is all." He turned away, eyes drooped. He stared out the window that only allowed the people inside the building to peek out.
Jonouchi nodded once. "Alright. Just holler whenever."
The male left his friend alone. He got like this sometimes, so pessimistic. It faded once he got a good meal or something. Turning a corner and entering the kinda crowded hallway, he turned another one and entered the courtyard. He spotted his violet-eyed bud, Yugi. He was chattering blissfully with Anzu, and he must have said something humorous, because the brunette started giggling like you would NOT believe. Honda had joined in on the little joke. Yami only forced a few laughs, as he had heard the joke five times that day. Something about a guy and a Niwatori card.
None of them knew about the boy he did. None of them knew about Kurohi, save Honda. He was always ignored, just like Yugi had been before he had made friends with himself and Honda.
None of the students wanted anything to do with the eccentric lad. After all, he had two birth defects, which he had accidentally shown a day or so ago in the guy's bathroom...
He was born with a tiger's tail.
His hair was naturally two colors. No dye!
Then again, so was Yugi's hair... only, instead of two, three different colors: Red, black, and blond... or, to Yami, gold.
[Perhaps... they should know about Kurohi...]
"Yo, Jou! Whatcha doin' over there?! C'mon!"
"Comin'!" He dashed over and remained standing near Yugi. He swiped a nacho from Anzu while she wasn't looking at him, but at Yami. "Now, guys, there's somethin' I've been keeping from y'all."
"Oh? What is it, Jono?"
"There's someone I'd like ya ta meet. This way. He shouldn't 'ave gone far, if anywhere at all."
Honda chuckled, which caused several glances from the group to be aimed toward him.
They wormed their way through the crowds formed by lunch break. They approached the bench, and the boy was still there, staring blankly out the window.
"Oi!"
(A/N: oi. Means "Hey". Pronounced as it looks.)
Kurohi's eyes flicked upward to meet his own chocolate ones. "Hn?"
"Yeah, that's th' third time y'said that."
His gaze narrowed slightly. "Whaddya want?"
"I want ya ta meet my friends: Anzu, Yugi, and Yami!"
"And what signif..." he trailed, gazing at each member of the group. He eyed Yugi and turned around to face them all. Despite his "short" frame, muscles rippled elegantly beneath his uniform. "Oh, these people. I've seen them before. Motou (A/N: The last 'o' in 'Moto' is long, so it would be pronounced: Moh-tohh) and I have the same fourth period, PE. Mazaki and I have the same final class of the day, which is Painting. I had Chemistry before lunch with Honda and Jou."
/Speaking of Chemistry, you'd better not blow anything up tomorrow!!/
//I won't, hikari. I won't... for the first five minutes.//
/Shirokoori!! You're gonna get us **EXPELLED**!!!/ [Like you nearly did today.]
His yami fell silent. Kurohi stood up with the mystic grace of a large cat. "But nevertheless, a pleasure to finally meet you up close. I apologize for my rudeness. I tend to act like that whenever I do not know someone, and I sincerely hope you do not take it to heart.
"I am also a decent duelist, so feel free to duel me, though I may not be much of a challenge to both Kings of Games."
"But," protested Yugi. "at that time, Yami and I were dueling as one person. How could you tell the difference?"
"I'll let you see why, sometime. Actually, you and Yami have PE with me next hour, right? What is it we were playing again?"
Yugi sighed in despair. "Dodge-ball."
The blue-eyed boy blinked. "Dodge-ball?" he echoed. "Dodge-ball! Dodge- balldodge-balldodge-balldodge-balldodge-balldodge-balldodge-balldodge- ball**DODGE-BALL**!!!"
"Hikari, don't use up ALL your energy before the game. I'd hate to save your skin again."
The boy looked up sharply. "Shirokoori! I didn't see you there... Guys, this is my dark half... actually, he behaves like a hikari should, so, in some cases, I'm the darker half."
"Yeah." He ruffled his hikari's spiky hair, making the upbeat spikes flop and the floppy spikes friz out a little. "Y'need to lighten up a little. Blow some stuff up, y'know?"
At this, the blonde and brunette males sniggered. Even the teacher's face had been pitch black!! When she had gone to the bathroom to see what had everyone so riled up, she had screamed so shrilly the mirrors broke!!
What a narcissistic creature.
"Shirokoori--!!" he whined in protest.
"What?" He paused in his hair ruffling and released the soft, confused spikes.
"I don't like that. Leave my hair alone." He started to sort out the spikes by touch, but he suddenly found those familiar hands in his hair yet again. He felt his limbs wanting to go limp at the touch, but he ignored it and helped his yami fix his hair.
His heart, his breathing wanted to pick up, but he would not let it. There was nothing to become agitated about.. but, "agitated" wasn't the right word... "Thanks.. Shirokoori." He turned his head upward to meet his darkness' gaze. Their gaze wasn't the only thing that was met...
So did their lips.
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Hahaha! To think I had most of this chapter already written! I just had to add stuff everywhere and place details! ^_^
Finished: 6/12/03
Translations added: 7/6/03