Author's Notes: Alright, there are probably a lot of mistakes in this chapter but I wanted to get it up before I forgot. I tried reading over it but me brother kept bugging me and writing 'ass' so if you find a random ass in there somewhere it's cuz he put it in and I didn't notice or I didn't have a chance to delete it and then forgot. So if there are mistakes you can blame it on me brother. Also, I threw in a bit of random yaoi. Well, I suppose that's it for now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

The next day Seto and Yami drove down to a small diner in the town near their school. Seto had insisted on Yami coming along as he had absolutely no intention of meeting Devon by himself, or letting the crimson-eyed teen off so easily. If Seto had to suffer through an encounter with Devon, then so would Yami.

They pulled into the parking lot and Seto turned off the ignition. He turned to Yami.

"Five minutes," he said. Yami rolled his eyes.

"Oh no, I wouldn't dream of keeping you away from your computer any longer," he said sarcastically.

Seto glared at him. "I'll leave."

"No you won't," Yami said, jumping for the keys. He knocked Seto's hand out of the way and pulled them out of the ignition. He pushed the door opened and jumped out before the surprised brunette could recover and retaliate. Yami slammed the door and took a few steps away from the car. Almost immediately the driver's door opened and Seto stepped out, looming over his green Jetta. He put his elbows on the car, folded his hands, and rested his forehead on them. He took a deep, calming breath and lifted his head.

"When we go back to the school," he said, "I never want to see you again."

Yami smirked. "Fine."

Seto stood up, shut his door and strode around the car, joining Yami who pointed the keys at the automobile and locked the doors by pressing the button on the key chain. Seto snatched the keys out of Yami's hand and stormed towards the diner's entrance. Yami snorted and followed.

Ryou sat peacefully in the shade of a tree, reading a book, sipping iced tea he had purchased from one of the small vendors around the school. He had undone several of the buttons on his shirt and folded his pant legs up in an attempt to cool himself down. The day had started off cool, but by the afternoon it had heated up substantially. This didn't bother him much, however, sitting under the tall maple. The other students were finding ways to cope with the heat; some were wearing tank tops, others unbuttoned-button ups, t-shirts, and there were even a few which had given up on upper body wear and had decided to go topless. Some of these were the boys playing basketball a stone's throw from where Ryou sat. Periodically, the white-haired boy would put his book down and watch them play. He found it quite amusing that every time he looked up one or more of the boys had taken their shirts off.

The first to take their shirts off were a silver, spiky haired boy and his blonde, dark-skinned friend. Just by looking at them, Ryou could tell that they were best friends. They had moved seamlessly together to score the first basket, cheered the same way by mocking the other team, and then executed a rather long and complicated hive five/hand shake. After the other team scored almost immediately after, the two had nodded to each other with smirks on their faces and taken their shirts off, tossing them to the side. Ryou had gasped when he had seen their chest; they were both perfectly defined if a little skinny, and glistening with sweat. Generally, Ryou didn't find sweat appealing, but in this case it was incredibly erotic. The others would later remove their shirts, but none would match the first two boys.

He put his book down, watching the end of the game. He saw the blonde one grab a towel from the bench and wipe his face and chest with it. He then passed it to his silver-haired friend while he grabbed a water bottle and squirted some of it into his mouth and then onto his face and chest. He tossed the empty bottle to the side and grabbed another one, handing it to his friend who tucked the towel into his shorts and took the bottle, doing the same routine as the blonde. They moved back onto the court, stretching their arms. They crouched into a ready position, their eyes watching the ball, but still keeping track of the other players. Ryou felt his heart quicken pace as the ball was tossed into the air and knocked back into the waiting hands of the blonde who immediately took off down the court. He passed the ball to one of his teammates who dribbled it to the right corner before passing it back to the blonde waiting for it in the center. The latter jumped, caught the ball in midair and tossed it around his back to the silver-haired teen who jumped, caught the ball while passing underneath the net and, reaching around, dunked it into the basket with one hand and held onto the rim with his other. He put his other hand landing triumphantly on the ground. He ran cheering around the players congregated by the net and jumped on his friend, who supported him with his right shoulder and arm.

"SUCK THIS, MOTHERFUCKERS!" The silver-haired teen yelled, motioning with an obscene gesture.

Ryou, who normally would be offended by such language, found himself smiling at the teens' shameless antics. They mocked and berated the losing team who shamefully left the court, muttering angrily amongst themselves, while the rest of the winning team stood behind the two boys. Moments later the blonde put his friend down and began rubbing his shoulder. Ryou watched dreamily as the two strode from the court, stretching and giving Ryou a very nice view of their muscular, tattooed backs flexing. They bent over and picked up their discarded shirts and were putting them on when the blonde one stopped. Ryou froze; the blonde was looking right at him! The teen elbowed his buddy, who stopped putting his shirt on and followed the other's gaze. They glanced quickly at each other before shrugging and heading towards Ryou.

The white-haired boy picked up his book and pretended to read, hoping the two teens would take the hint and leave. He concentrated harder on the book as a pair of Reeboks and Nikes stopped in front of him.

"You liked our little show?"

Ryou recognized the voice as the blonde's. His heart jumped and he could feel the blood rush to his cheeks. He mumbled an apology, his mouth forgetting to articulate. He glanced up at the two and bit his lip to withhold a gasp.

The two boys were standing above him with their backs to the sun, light radiating off their sinewy bodies. Ryou's mouth opened and closed, yet no words would come out, though he really had nothing to say, never being very good at small talk – or any kind of talk for that matter. Ryou had always stuttered around people he didn't know very well and around these boys Ryou's heart raced even faster, and he wasn't entirely sure it was because he was nervous.

Ryou saw movement out of the corner of his eye, and for a moment he thought the boys were leaving but then he felt someone sit down next to him and another crouch in front of his bent legs. His hands tightened on the book and he stared harder at the words, hoping the two would become bored and leave. He felt a fingertip move up his side and a cool breath against his ear. He squeezed the book harder and nearly tore a page out. Another pair of hands moved up his stomach and chest, resting in the material of his partially opened shirt. Ryou looked up and staring back at him were the dazzling amethyst eyes of the blonde.

"W-what are you doing!" The boy gasped breathlessly. The blonde smirked but did not answer, running his hands down Ryou's bare chest, unbuttoning the buttons as he encountered them. "Please, ST- Ahh!"

Ryou sighed as he felt a cold, wet tongue slide across his ear lobe. He whipped his head around to where the other was sucking on Ryou's lobe. He opened his mouth to talk but was quickly silenced by silver-haired boy's tongue. Ryou groaned gently as the tongue roamed his mouth, running along his own. He felt the other's hand slide across his neck and into his hair, gripping it. Meanwhile, the blonde was gently kissing Ryou's chest, occasionally letting his teeth graze the white skin, his hands busy undoing the zipper on Ryou's pants…

"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?"

The three boys' heads jerked up sharply. Standing with his hands on his hips a few yards from them was the Vice Principle of the school; his face was tomato red from a mixture of anger and embarrassment. He glanced around quickly, noticing that everyone had stopped to stare at him. He cleared his throat and pointed at the boys. "You three, come with me."

The three stood up, Ryou grabbing at his pants as they slid off his waist. He hurried to zip them back up as a few of the other students snickered amongst themselves. He stared at the ground, hiding his face. Only when they had entered the school did he dare look up.

The other two boys stood with their backs straight, and their heads held high, shamelessly strutting down the hall following the VP. Ryou marveled at their confidence, but he also found it annoying. He pulled at his hair –something he often did when nervous. Already in the first month of school he was in trouble –and with the Vice Principle! Ryou had only been to the Principle's office once before, a few years ago, and he had cried.

The VP stopped in front of his office door and motioned for the two others to enter. To Ryou he said, "Stay here," he pointed to a chair just outside his door. "I'll deal with you later."

Ryou gulped, fighting back tears. He watched soundlessly as the blonde and silver-haired teens strode into the office and the VP closed the door behind them. He was alone in the hallway, his legs were shaking and his eyes were misting over, but he would not let himself cry. He sat down in the chair and stared straight forward at the opposite wall.

Fifteen minutes later the door opened again and the two teens stepped out, grinning. They were followed by the VP who had gotten even redder in the face. He wordlessly motioned for Ryou to come in and a fresh wave of dread washed over him. He felt the tears welling up inside of him. With his head down, Ryou shuffled into the room, biting his lip to keep it from trembling, his heart beating wildly. Oh god, oh god, oh god…

He heard the door click and Vice Principal came and sat down at his desk. He pointed to the seat and said: "Please, sit down."

Ryou sat quickly, missing the chair and sitting on the armrest. He quickly corrected his mistake, sliding into his seat, eyes staring at his feet. His eyes began to mist over and soon his feet became a blur.

"This is your first year here, is it not?" The VP said.

Ryou nodded, not trusting his voice. The Vice Principal gave a slight nod that Ryou didn't see.

"I would have expected better behavior from a first year," he paused. Ryou sniffed. "Public displays of affection are prohibited –especially that kind of affection…" His face reddened and he cleared his throat. "You will receive three days detention, and I hope this will teach you a lesson."

Ryou nodded as his shoulders began to tremble. The Vice Principal peered at the boy, surprised. His fingers played with a paper on his desk, uneasiness sweeping over him. This was the first time a boy had ever cried while in his office, and he wasn't sure how to deal with it. He nervously began tearing at the corner of his paper as the boy's shoulders continued to shake, and now he could even hear some faints sobs and a glimmer on what he could see of the boy's cheeks. The VP glanced anxiously around his desk and noticed a box of tissues. He picked up the box and handed it to Ryou, who took a tissue and wiped at his eyes hidden beneath his bangs.

"Uh…" The VP began timidly, "Why don't we, uh, just forget this whole thing? You've learned you're lesson, haven't you?"

Ryou's shoulders immediately stopped shaking. He glanced at the VP, as if asking for reassurance.

"Go." The Vice Principle said. "Just don't do it again."

Ryou nodded incredulously, and backed slowly out the door.

Meanwhile the VP was sitting behind the desk, very much surprised with the way the encounter had gone. But how could he have acted otherwise? The boy was crying, for Christ's sake. As much as he tried to act tough, he had a heart of gold and he was ill prepared to face a crying boy. He put a hand to his forehead and sighed.

"William, my boy, you're too soft," he muttered to himself.

End Notes: So that's the chapter for ya. Hurrah! Anyway, I hoped you enjoyed it and I'll try to get another one up soon but I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you. Anyway, please review. Ta.

BTW: I know the whole "Under the Tree" sequence was pretty random but I figured I should throw in a bit of action cuz this the eighth chapter, I think, so by now there should be a bit of bang for you buck. So yes, if it's too random for you, sorry, but I couldn't think to do it any other way that was interesting. That is all.