Haku: -watches her plans go flying out the window, because she gave into demand and put a tiny, measly little bit of Fluff in this chapter...- -Sigh...-
Y. Haku: O.o Your original plan was to have something that budded and to have Yami slowly develop feelings over some time, wasn't it?
Haku: -nods glumly-
Y. Haku: At.... least there's fluff? And you can still do that! It'll just take a slightly different course!
Yugi: And why aren't we in image nation?
Haku: Because I can't think of what to do next for that.
Yugi: Oh.
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Yugi: Last time I checked, this was a fanfiction site, ne? So why would Haku write Fanficiton if she owned Yu-Gi-Oh!?
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Chapter 6
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School is boring. No matter what age you are, no matter what the work, school is time that would be more profitable, if it were spent sleeping.
I think every teenager in the universe knows that fact, and yet, we still have to go, day in, day out. Really, I think there's only one reason why I bother coming anymore, and that's for my missions. I slid into my desk, and pulled out my books. Next to me, Yugi looked over, pouting slightly, for I hadn't said hello yet. The classroom was nearly empty, considering how early it was, the three people in there, were Yugi, myself, and that girl from yesterday, Anzu.
"You look tired." Yugi said from my left. I turned, and gave a slight smirk.
"I didn't have a good sleep last night, no." I hoped the boy would have noticed that I didn't wish to elate, but he didn't. Frowning slightly when he prompted, I continued. "Dreams. Things I'd rather not remember."
Yugi shuddered and nodded, but didn't press further. Instead, his beautiful purple eyes... Hold on a sec... Since when were Yugi's eyes beautiful? Sure, they were large and innocent but... Oh to hell with it. Yugi's eyes lit up and he commented, "I was talking to Grandpa last night, and he said that you reminded him of someone he met in Egypt once. He had dinner with their family, and they had a small boy..." He trailed off at the look in my eye.
Me? I had frozen and clamped up. My whole disposition screamed DON'T GO THERE! As emotions ran rampant through my body. Struggling to get them under check, and under the shell again, I smiled forcibly at Yugi. "Is that so?" I managed to choke out.
Yugi looked a little taken aback. "Yami? What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Yugi shrugged, as I finally regained control of myself. "It's just you seemed a little out of it, just then."
A snicker was heard throughout the class, as a familiar white head bounded almost gleefully to where we were. Two strong arms wrapped themselves around my throat, and I could have sworn I heard Yugi growl possessively.
There was a low chuckle, coming from somewhere above me. "Yugi! How are we? And Mage, it's good to see you."
At that point, I told the thief to go do something rather unpleasant with a tree. ((Haku: Can anyone else imagine that happening? Not the unpleasant thing with the tree, but Yami telling Bakura?)) Yugi stared at me, as I struggled under Theifking's arms, trying to get loose. "WOULD YOU GET OFF ALREADY?" I yelled, causing heads to turn in our direction. Yugi looked shy, and unwilling to be in the spotlight, as Thief finally let go.
"Pfft, it's not like I'd want you to grub up my clothes anyway." Came the snide half insult from the albino.
"Me? Grub up your clothes? With the slime that's in them already, I'd say that they can't get any dirtier without becoming cleaner in the process." I shot back, turning away, and frowning slightly when I noticed he'd put a crease in my leather.
Bakura frowned, and turned to Yugi. "I'd watch you dear Mage there, Mouto, he has quite the habit of breaking hearts." He chuckled slightly, then turned around, and strode away.
Growling slightly, I flung myself back down into my seat. "Bastard." I spat, avoiding Yugi's eye.
Bakura gave a half bow. "Guilty as charged, and you know it." I scowled. It was true after all, the reason Bakura had joined the Network was because he was an illegitimate child, searching for his father, so what I had said rang true. He gave a quick smirk, and sauntered off.
Now, everyone was watching Yugi and myself. Most of them had a curious glint in their eyes, no doubt wondering what Bakura had meant, and why there were such negative energies coming from the two newest students, but their questions weren't answered, as Yugi hastily tugged on my arm.
I literally had to force myself to meet his eyes. "Bathroom, now." Was all he said, half dragging me out of the classroom in his haste. ((Haku: A guy did that to me once. It was rather disturbing, because he stopped directly outside of the guy's toilets and said: Hey wait, you're a girl. Y. Haku: No-one's interested, Hikari.))
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Yugi slammed the door and locked it behind us as he pulled me into the dank cesspool that was a schoolboy's lavatory. "You have a lot of explaining to do, Yami. Starting with, how do you know Bakura?"
I scowled at him, at the demanding tone. It was almost as if he wanted answers and was willing to do anything he could to get them. "I don't have to tell you anything, Yugi Mouto. Remember that." I spat back, rather disgusted with my current predicament. "My business is my own."
The boy sighed, and his whole disposition changed from a friendly, happy go lucky boy (granted, the happy go lucky boy looked livid) to someone who seemed generally worried for me. I felt a twinge in my ribcage, the likes of which I had never felt before. "Yami, I want to show you something." He whispered, a tinge of sadness lacing his words. "It's obvious that you've had a tragic past, (I snorted) and that you try to hide your feelings away. I know you don't have to tell me anything, but I want to help. Stand here." He said, gently pointing to a spot in front of him.
"No." I replied, glaring back and staying fixed to where I was.
Yugi would have none of it though. He gently pulled me towards him, and stood me in front of a mirror, slightly spotty with age and time. From the bleak surface, my reflection stared back at me.
"What do you see Yami?" He asked me, sliding up behind me and gently placing a hand on my shoulder. I flinched slightly out of reflex towards the touch.
"Myself." I replied, as he gingerly pulled his hand away, sensing my discomfort at the gesture.
He smiled slightly. "So is that all you are, Yami? An image, reflected in glass, and with no voice of your own? Something that gets ignored when no one else is around?" His eyes were sad, for a reason unknown, and he spoke with the air of patience that would come with explaining something to a particularly overactive 5 year old.
I blinked, wondering all the while what he was getting at. "Maybe, just maybe I am, Yugi Mouto." I replied gently, looking down at my right hand, where, across the back, ever so faintly there was a scar.
. It was shaped like an eye, the same one that rested on Yugi's puzzle. Yugi followed my gaze.
"What is that Yami?" he asked, looking at it ever so slightly awed.
"It's the reason why I can't feel." I whispered, more to myself than anything. I turned slightly, and unlocked the door. Yugi hadn't moved, and as I slowly exited the bathroom, a slight trail of moisture ran down my face. The boy had given me a lot to think about.
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"Yami? Hello? Yami? Anyone in there?" I sighed, and conveniently ignored the slender hand being waved in front of my face. I turned away from it, for good measure.
The accented voice that had trying to get my attention gave a sigh. It was quiet for a second, except for the drawing of a breath. Just before Jou shouted, I put my hand up. "No. Don't shout. My ears are too sensitive to take the noise." I said, turning away, and resting my head upon the table.
"AHH! You are alive!" The blonde gasped in mock surprise, giving me a sharp poke in the arm.
"Hmn."
"Well... Care to enlighten as to why you're so depressed Yami?" Honda asked, sliding into the seat next to Jou. I hadn't spoken to anyone since my 'talk' with Yugi, and it was now lunch.
"I'm not depressed." I said, brushing the subject aside, and turning my head away.
"Guys, give him a break. He'll talk when he wants to, Okay?" That was Yugi, always ready to give me space he was...
"Fine." The other two said in unison, Jou turning back to his lunches. As in plural.
I stood up, suddenly finding the full lunchroom incredibly full and hard to breathe in. Leaving my half eaten lunch behind, (Which Yugi told me later was eaten by Jou) I moved out of the hall. There was a call from the others behind me, asking for me to come back, but I ignored it.
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Haku: Terrible place to end it, I know, but next chapter Baku and Yami have a really interesting conversation, that's also pretty long, and well... Yugi goes over to Yamis!
Y. Haku: Just... pleasedonthurtus! We do promise that there WILL be fluff, Yami's just gotta do a lot of soul searching and discovery crap first.
Haku: After all, how do you expect to have good fluff with a character who's forgotten what emotions feel like?
Yugi: -sighs- You guys are just digging yourselves deeper and deeper into a hole.
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Spiritual Winds- It be updated, see?
It'sHardToBelieve- You think English is bad.... Try lit. "Discuss, trough use of Yadiyadiyada..." -sighs- No rest for the weary. -Goes back to writing her poetry analysis for that class-
Lily Maxwell The Dark Angel- -blinks- -blinks again- YOU REVIEWED! You're one of my all time favourite authors! -Worships- And yeah, Thanks so much for the comments.
Kikoru- Remind me again why I ran away from a spirit? Don't annoy Malik please, but feel free to torment and torture Mariku.
Saiyan Jedi- Those wallpapers were really good too... -hugs Yugi- And he knows I love him... except for when he talks a lot... that makes my ears bleed...
SilvernFalcon- Ahh yes, the Smeagol impression of DOOM! -Giggles- I must come read your fics, Okiday?
Yami-Ryou- THERE WILL BE FLUFF SOON! -Cries- When I can actually figure out a way to work it in so that it doesn't seem so sudden. They've only known each other two days after all. -actually knows how she's gonna put it in, but will not tell ANYONE-
Yugi: Anyways, that's all the review replies... So now, would you be so kind as to READ AND REVIEW?