Heya peoples!! Backs again!! And after a trip to the shopping mall (loooong overdue) I found all sorts of inspiration! And also embarassed myself in the extreme by dancing around in a miniskirt singin "do you want my love? can you make me sweat?" It's not my fault it was on the radio in Woolworths! I got many funny looks for that, though. As one can imagine. I don't even *like* that song.
There are new YGO tazos in the chippie packets. For those who have seen me when the Beyblades came out the first time, you know how scary that is. I will go into chip-packet-buying overload, buying 3 packets a day, and making all my friends eat them because they're too salty and I don't feel like them. And then scabbing of people, and then buying them off the year six kids...
Uh, anyway, on with the fic. Probably riddled with spelling mistakes again. When I go to my grandparent's house, I'll get on to Microsoft Word.
Disclaimer: Everyone knows it, not bothered today.
Chapter 20: Karma Police (Another song I love...)
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Yugi was really ecstatic that Seto and Yami were happy together. Yami had sacrificed a lot, and it was obvious to anyone Seto needed some sort of happiness. They made a good couple, and they were completely smitten with each other. It was just too bad that most people at Domino High couldn't get past the whole homosexual thing, and had to be such jerks about it.
And it was just too bad for Yugi that he and Mokuba were the easiest targets, even though they weren't actually gay.
* * *
Yami didn't notice anyone picking on Yugi until just before fourth period. And having just come from maths, he was not in a tolerant mood. He stormed over to the boy - the stupid fat ugly kid in his history class, even though there were a few who'd fit that description - and stepped between him and Yugi. "Leave my brother out of it. If you have something to say, say it to my face."
"Ooooh, lookie here, it's the queer himself. Careful he doesn't try to jump ya, Yugi."
A red mist descended. His temper rose, as did his shadow magic. He was fuck-ing-pissed-off. An ice cold power radiated from the teen, and he raised his left hand. "Mind cr-"
"Pharaoh!" a sharp voice came from behind. Yami span around to find Bakura glaring at him. "He isn't worth it, Pharaoh, and you know it. He is, for his part, an innocent; and *you* of all people should know better."
"You lot are crazy!" said the so-called innocent, in a tone of what seemed admiration, mixed with worry. He escaped before they did something *really* mental.
"Since when do you care if I banish people to the Shadow Realm, Tomb Robber?"
Bakura shrugged. "Malik wouldn't let me banish anyone. I'm not going to let you have all the fun. Besides, there are more worthy subjects."
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Anzu leant against her locker with her eyes closed, distractedly running her fingers through chestnut locks. Her life had gone from carefree to shit so quickly. She choked back tears that came so often these days. And the thing that made it so unbearable was the fact she'd brought it all upon herself.
She was aware of someone approaching, but was beyond caring about anyone at Domino High. Well, that wasn't exactly true. There was one her heart could not let her forget...
The unknown someone was now very close. Within personal boundaries. Without opening her eyes, Anzu knew exactly who was standing before her, his arms on either side of her body, though not touching her. She stiffened as she realised she could not get away; although whether or not she would have tried to avoid him given the chance she was not sure. Obviously, he had something to say. She composed herself best she could, and asked in a cold but shaky voice, "What do you want, Yami?"
"You," he began, pausing only long enough for her heart to skip a beat, "have been a very naughty girl." Her eyes remained closed, not trusting herself to look at him. He had other ideas, or so it would seem. He tilted her chin up. "Look at me!" She shivered and her eyes snapped open. Her heart was pounding, whether from the slight touch of his hand on her face, or the horrible icy tone of his voice she couldn't tell. He glared at her, with something in his expression similar to Kaiba's pissed-off face, although not so business-like and removed. She no longer felt she was standing in front of an ordinary teenager; he seemed more like the Pharaoh she knew he was. And he was scary.
"You're scared." It was a statement. "You shouldn't be. You know I have more honour than to ever hurt a girl. I just want a nice little chat." Anzu tried to remember the last time he had actually *wanted* to talk to her. She could only ever remember engaging conversation with him, not the other way around. Stupid, desperate girl, she scolded herself.
"I don't know *why* you hurt little Yugi as you did. He has always protected you. He has always been there for you, he has always trusted you. And you abused his trust. But he seemed willing to forgive you, in time, and for his sake I would have. Even the Kuriboh comment. But then you had to go and spread rumors about my, uh, *personal life*. Which, was no doubt intended to hurt me, and maybe Seto," he mused aloud. "Yet here again your judgement erred. *We* are still happy together and unaffected by stupid gossip at school, and Yugi is the one hurt, again. By you."
Yami closed the gap between them, Anzu's heart beating faster. "That doesn't sound like *friendship* to me, you little bitch." He moved away, crossing his arms, his duelling stance; the same little smirk playing about his lips that meant he had the pivotal card, the hand that would clinche the duel. "I said I would never hurt a girl. And I meant it, physically. Emotionally is a different matter entirely. Yugi is far too forgiving, and is always trying to please people. He hides his own problems deep within, putting a brave face on so he can help his friends. But I know how much he has suffered in the last few days. And I can make you pay for it." He paused, looking at her, a fire in his crimson eyes. "I believe I have something that belongs to you..."
Anzu wondered what he was getting at. He didn't have anything of hers, did he? Maybe he was going to do some weird Shadow Magic with a lock of her hair or something. But that seemed to obvious to be Yami's style.
"Nothing material," he continued, confirming her guess. "See, I know about your little crush on me, Anzu Mazaki. And I am in no way above using that. So... you stay away from Yugi. You stay away from his friends. You stay away from Seto and Mokuba. And I will leave you alone." He turned, and went to walk away, adding as an afterthought, "Goodbye, Anzu."
Anzu watched him go, then ran, tears streaming down her cheeks.
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There ya go. I might have overdone the whole Yami schitz at Anzu. But oh well. 'Tis also rather short. Oh well again.
*hint*review*hint*
I am such a sad individual.
There are new YGO tazos in the chippie packets. For those who have seen me when the Beyblades came out the first time, you know how scary that is. I will go into chip-packet-buying overload, buying 3 packets a day, and making all my friends eat them because they're too salty and I don't feel like them. And then scabbing of people, and then buying them off the year six kids...
Uh, anyway, on with the fic. Probably riddled with spelling mistakes again. When I go to my grandparent's house, I'll get on to Microsoft Word.
Disclaimer: Everyone knows it, not bothered today.
Chapter 20: Karma Police (Another song I love...)
* * *
Yugi was really ecstatic that Seto and Yami were happy together. Yami had sacrificed a lot, and it was obvious to anyone Seto needed some sort of happiness. They made a good couple, and they were completely smitten with each other. It was just too bad that most people at Domino High couldn't get past the whole homosexual thing, and had to be such jerks about it.
And it was just too bad for Yugi that he and Mokuba were the easiest targets, even though they weren't actually gay.
* * *
Yami didn't notice anyone picking on Yugi until just before fourth period. And having just come from maths, he was not in a tolerant mood. He stormed over to the boy - the stupid fat ugly kid in his history class, even though there were a few who'd fit that description - and stepped between him and Yugi. "Leave my brother out of it. If you have something to say, say it to my face."
"Ooooh, lookie here, it's the queer himself. Careful he doesn't try to jump ya, Yugi."
A red mist descended. His temper rose, as did his shadow magic. He was fuck-ing-pissed-off. An ice cold power radiated from the teen, and he raised his left hand. "Mind cr-"
"Pharaoh!" a sharp voice came from behind. Yami span around to find Bakura glaring at him. "He isn't worth it, Pharaoh, and you know it. He is, for his part, an innocent; and *you* of all people should know better."
"You lot are crazy!" said the so-called innocent, in a tone of what seemed admiration, mixed with worry. He escaped before they did something *really* mental.
"Since when do you care if I banish people to the Shadow Realm, Tomb Robber?"
Bakura shrugged. "Malik wouldn't let me banish anyone. I'm not going to let you have all the fun. Besides, there are more worthy subjects."
* * *
Anzu leant against her locker with her eyes closed, distractedly running her fingers through chestnut locks. Her life had gone from carefree to shit so quickly. She choked back tears that came so often these days. And the thing that made it so unbearable was the fact she'd brought it all upon herself.
She was aware of someone approaching, but was beyond caring about anyone at Domino High. Well, that wasn't exactly true. There was one her heart could not let her forget...
The unknown someone was now very close. Within personal boundaries. Without opening her eyes, Anzu knew exactly who was standing before her, his arms on either side of her body, though not touching her. She stiffened as she realised she could not get away; although whether or not she would have tried to avoid him given the chance she was not sure. Obviously, he had something to say. She composed herself best she could, and asked in a cold but shaky voice, "What do you want, Yami?"
"You," he began, pausing only long enough for her heart to skip a beat, "have been a very naughty girl." Her eyes remained closed, not trusting herself to look at him. He had other ideas, or so it would seem. He tilted her chin up. "Look at me!" She shivered and her eyes snapped open. Her heart was pounding, whether from the slight touch of his hand on her face, or the horrible icy tone of his voice she couldn't tell. He glared at her, with something in his expression similar to Kaiba's pissed-off face, although not so business-like and removed. She no longer felt she was standing in front of an ordinary teenager; he seemed more like the Pharaoh she knew he was. And he was scary.
"You're scared." It was a statement. "You shouldn't be. You know I have more honour than to ever hurt a girl. I just want a nice little chat." Anzu tried to remember the last time he had actually *wanted* to talk to her. She could only ever remember engaging conversation with him, not the other way around. Stupid, desperate girl, she scolded herself.
"I don't know *why* you hurt little Yugi as you did. He has always protected you. He has always been there for you, he has always trusted you. And you abused his trust. But he seemed willing to forgive you, in time, and for his sake I would have. Even the Kuriboh comment. But then you had to go and spread rumors about my, uh, *personal life*. Which, was no doubt intended to hurt me, and maybe Seto," he mused aloud. "Yet here again your judgement erred. *We* are still happy together and unaffected by stupid gossip at school, and Yugi is the one hurt, again. By you."
Yami closed the gap between them, Anzu's heart beating faster. "That doesn't sound like *friendship* to me, you little bitch." He moved away, crossing his arms, his duelling stance; the same little smirk playing about his lips that meant he had the pivotal card, the hand that would clinche the duel. "I said I would never hurt a girl. And I meant it, physically. Emotionally is a different matter entirely. Yugi is far too forgiving, and is always trying to please people. He hides his own problems deep within, putting a brave face on so he can help his friends. But I know how much he has suffered in the last few days. And I can make you pay for it." He paused, looking at her, a fire in his crimson eyes. "I believe I have something that belongs to you..."
Anzu wondered what he was getting at. He didn't have anything of hers, did he? Maybe he was going to do some weird Shadow Magic with a lock of her hair or something. But that seemed to obvious to be Yami's style.
"Nothing material," he continued, confirming her guess. "See, I know about your little crush on me, Anzu Mazaki. And I am in no way above using that. So... you stay away from Yugi. You stay away from his friends. You stay away from Seto and Mokuba. And I will leave you alone." He turned, and went to walk away, adding as an afterthought, "Goodbye, Anzu."
Anzu watched him go, then ran, tears streaming down her cheeks.
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There ya go. I might have overdone the whole Yami schitz at Anzu. But oh well. 'Tis also rather short. Oh well again.
*hint*review*hint*
I am such a sad individual.