Beyond Being Quiet

By: Kerigan

(I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh)

Chapter Two

Yami; The Prince of Darkness

Walking down the dark alley ways of his city, the teenage boy's heavy black boots trudged on broken bottles and old trash. Huge green dumpsters lined the dirt infested space between buildings. Their big metal interior a place for salvation to homeless people at this time of year. It was around 11:00pm, the day after Christmas, so the weather was freezing. This man had just gotten off work, and fighting the chilled wind, he took the alley ways. It really wasn't all that bad in the grime covered walk way. No one would be here but homeless people. Thieves know better than to steal on Christmas day, or the night after. This is the time police officers are stacked upon every market place, shopping place, or store that would be in use during Christmas eve. Not because they figured everything would be stolen like food to a starving man, but they needed to stop traffic jams or large angry people fighting for gifts. Nearly stumbling on an empty box, he caught himself by catching his gloved hand to the wall. Luckily he hadn't fallen in the gross dark crust of mildew that had formed on the ground underneath him. Gross, yes, windbreaker, hell of a lot better then yes, shortest way home, oh yeah.

His name was Atem Yami, but mostly everyone besides his mother called him Yami. He had a triangular style hair with highlights of black for the middle, and yellow bangs. Also his wardrobe had to consist of leather or black material. Right now he was wearing a shirt of three leather straps with a large buckle clasping in over his chest. On his collar, a golden button held it s on his pale neck. His black jeans made him look dangerously seductive. Of course, all of this was hidden deep within a black trench coat. Usually he would like to have a splash a sharp, on a deep red color to make his stand out from the shadows, but his trench coat was the warmest excuse for a jacket he had. Making it to the other side of the alley, he looked both ways to find everything completely abandoned. Shoving his cotton gloved hands into his pockets, he ducked his head and crossed the street. Coming up towards an apartment complex, he opened the gate door and locked it as he stepped through. He didn't live in the greatest of places, but it was still wonderful to live there.

The red colored apartments were only a living room, two room and bathroom. A kitchen was fixed into the living room in a small place in a small room the size of a rather large closet. Nearly running up a flight of stairs to get to his home, he turned to the door with large plants growing besides the door. His mother loved growing things. Grabbing a set of keys he had in his pocket, he softly unlocked the door with a small click and pushed it. He loved the smell of lilacs that was always in his house. Closing the door, and locking it he dropped his coat on the coat rack before shuffling to bed. There he plopped down on the single mattress on the floor. He had sold his bed frame at a pawn shop to buy a jacket for winter. It worked out because he usually didn't even sleep in his bed. The couch was his own territory at night. Looking up from the gigantic pillow he maneuvered himself carefully to take off his shirt and shoes. Tiredness swept him under like a huge wave crashing over him. However, it felt nice to finally let go of his body. Just laying limp on his soft, comfortable little bed.

During the night, about 7 hours, later, a sharp piercing sound of electric guitar filled his room. Groaning the now tired boy sat up and looked around. His white alarm clock screamed at him lyrics of a rock song with the green digits saying 6:21am. Time for school. Boring, old, stupid school. Vituperation could be heard in his mind as he shut off the ragging music, and as he made his way to the bathroom. There he looked in the mirror. His sharp crimson eyes staring back at his tiredly. Big black circles were awaiting his reflection, with his pale skin pasty from last nights sweaty work. Stretching, he turned on the shower to a hot temperature. Yami had found out that hotter water made him more flexible. Cold water made his skin tight and alert. Stripping off all of his tight clothes he eased himself into the streaming shower and hurriedly cleansed himself off all the dirt his day had placed upon him. Grabbing a sponge his mom had placed into the shower, he poured some liquid soap on it then slowly soaped himself down. Next, he washed off, then shampooed his hair with a strawberry brand shampoo. As he massaged it into his red, black and yellow hair, it turned into a foamy white mush. When he figured his hair was clean, he washed it out, then stepped out of his shower.

"Hurry, you'll be late for school Atem!!" he heard his mom call as soon as he shut off the water.

Drying off hurriedly, he ran to his room for clothing with a white cotton towel around his waist. "What should I wear today?" he whispered, throwing back his closet door. Stepping inside the cramped storage compartment for clothes, he grabbed a pair of fades black jeans, and a shirt with President Bush on it. Big white words stated "Not My President." Yes, he was the rebellious type.

"Atem!" his mother repeated.

Yami shuffled out into the living room five minutes later, ready to go. He wore All Star's converse shoes with striped socks. "I'm here!" he replied with a smile. "Don't worry, I won't be late."

His mother was a bit chubby with a nice warm face. She was extremely white, with red curly hair still framing her round face. She also had Yami's crimson eyes, but instead of the sharp look, it gave a softer, mellow tone. Yami's mother looked more like a young grandmother than anything. With a kiss on the cheek, she waved him off. "Eat at school." her usual shout to him came clearly as he raced down the steps.

"Alright!" he nodded back to here, his backpack almost falling off of his skinny shoulders. Luckily his school was just a block and a half away. When he finally reached the gate, he unlocked it then walked out. It was 7:14am now and the large side walk was now crowded with early business people. They all looked professional with their hair slicked back, or up and their clothes pressed. Dodging through the normal traffic of people, Yami made his way towards the two story hell hole he'd like to call school. Over crowded by 200 kids, the teenage infested high school was having added rooms installed towards the back of the building. Portables, or mini rooms, stressed all across the PE field.

"If ain't Yami." A boy said to him from the front of the school as Yami walked up the steps. "Whatcha doin' so early?" Joey smiled, his blonde hair was wildly untamed. He was around 5'9 and wore jeans, a white undershirt with a blue jean vest over it. Typical Joey was the kid everyone labeled as the 'wannabe'. Of course, no one ever knew who Joey actually was so of course they would just look at his own cover. Deep within his own stories, Yami discovered that his friend was actually rather tough. His cheap show of stupid jokes, and immaturity was just his way of being himself.

"Good Morning Joey." he replied casually, stopping to talk.

Joey patted his friend's shoulder. "So, whatcha doin' here so freakin' early man? You don' even like school."

Yami shrugged. "Figured might as well." He smiled. "Besides, what's so wrong about coming here early?"

"It just ain't right." his friend sighed. "Well, suit ya self. I'm gonna go check out the ladies. Wanna come?"

"No thanks Joey, I'm going to in to eat some breakfast." With a wave, he walked inside the gigantic building. Walking towards his left he made his way to the cafeteria. There he looked at the vending machines. Buying a Snickers, and a water, he made sure no one was looking as he snuck upstairs. Normally teachers would watched the children closely. Guarding the second floor so they knew exactly were everyone was. Sneaking past another teacher, he slipped into a hallway then through a door stating Tenth Grade English. Yes, he was in for tutoring.

Horrible... English... tutoring. Not something a boy would want to do first thing in the morning. "Hello Ms. Parise." he sighed, sitting down in the nearest desk towards the door. His teacher was writing sentences on the blackboard. She turned, acknowledged him, then finished her sentence.

"Good morning Yami, are you ready to begin your extra credit assignment?" she asked, her hair falling down to her shoulders in brown waves. Ms. Parise looked like she was mid 30's with glittery make up around her eyes.

Yami nodded. 'Do I have a choice?' he though then felt the desk jump as she dropped a packet of assignments on his desk.

"Since your so far behind, I calculated that if you get a 70 on each of these papers you'll actually pull your grade up to a 75." she then sat in a desk beside him. Her tight, working clothes making her look like a CEO of a major corporation. A.K.A. strict. "While are you failing my class? At the beginning of the year were doing extraordinary. "

He sighed. "I'm just busy." he replied. "What would happen if I got a 100 on all of these assignments?"

"Well." she thought a second. "You would have at least an 86."

"An 86 is good right?"

"Yes, it's a B."

Yami thought a second. "Fine. See you in class." He stuck the papers into his backpack. "Thanks Ms. Parise." His teacher watched him leave then shrugged.

"See you in class." she replied before returning to her work. Feeling something edge over her, she turned towards the desk to find the anonymous poem that was written on her desk. She promised the man she'd never say who actually wrote it. It was for a project at the beginning of the year.

It said:

The sudden,

The bold,

The seductive,

The Prince of Darkness

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Thanks for the Reviews.....

...Sami- Thank you! I really appreciate that. -

...SoulDreamer- I hope this was continued soon enough. -