Chapter 2: Hello

Yet another chapter in this random story. I do have about six ready for the posting, but I like to write chapter for every one that I put up: it makes sure I don't run out, and keeps the story going. This on is rather short, but it's still a chapter, so enjoy!

Oh, I do not own YU Gi Oh, but I do own my OCs and the plot, so let me keep those, thanks nn

When Drama ended, it was recess. I noticed most people went to the canteen, but I decided to avoid the crowds and explore a little. I walked by several plain, grey classrooms, before I came to one particularly dull one. I was about to walk by when I noticed a blue light shining from inside. I had a little peek, and to my surprise found that the room was filled with computers. One of which was switched on. A tall, broad shouldered boy sat in front of it, his hands moving like lightning over the keyboard. The clicking of the keys was almost like one long sound he was typing so fast.

Suddenly, he turned round on his swivel chair to face the door. His eyes widened slightly, and then fell again, back into an icy glare: he got up and began to walk over. Panicking, I went running in the other direction down the corridor.

For a brief second, I turned my head to see if he was following, but a second was enough for me not to notice the girl running towards me. We bumped into each other, both falling over backwards and landing on our backsides.

"Oh my! I'm ever so sorry!" Said the girl as she lifted herself up steadily, her blue-white hair now rather messy.

"No, its okay…my mistake…" I said, pulling myself upright and dusting the dirt off my uniform.

"Sorry for messing up your uniform…" She apologised, dusting her own off.

Or at least I thought it was her own…

More like HIS own…

Being a girl, I was wearing a fitted pink jacket which was undone, revealing a tight (almost see-through) white blouse with a small blue bow around the collar. I wore a skirt the same colour as my bow, and white sandal-like shoes with knee length white socks that had small pink and blue stripes going around the circumference of the sock about a centimetre down from my knee.

But he was wearing a plain blue jacket with a white blouse (the top two buttons undone) and matching blue trousers. He was wearing some rather nice black trainers with red laces and red heels.

"What? Oh…are you new?" The "it" asked me, in an almost sarcastic tone.

"Yes…Urmmm…" I answered, incredibly embarrassed.

"Just to let you know, many people mistake me for a girl. It' quite alright."

"I'm so sorry…"

"No worries. It doesn't bother me that much. But anyway, I was talking to Joseph Wheeler in Maths…"

"Oh! I know him!"

"I know," He said, raising an eyebrow at my pride for knowing someone he did, "and he says you are a nice girl."

"He did?" I questioned. Wow…he doesn't even know me and thinks I'm nice?

"Yes. Most girls slap him if he talks to them…" Ryou said, shaking his head and smirking.

"Why? He seems nice too…" I thought aloud.

Ryou sighed and shook his head again. He muttered something that sounded rather like "He mustn't have perved on her yet…"

"It's quite a shock to meet you like this." He chuckled sweetly.

"Yes. It is. I take it you know my name?"

"Akiko. Yes. I am Ryou Bakura, pleased to meet you." He held out a hand for me to shake. I took it. He had a lovely hand. Really smooth and soft. I looked p into his eyes. They were nice too. They were like soft amber street lights. He was staring back into mine. Suddenly, the rusty bell went, marking the end of recess and the start of third period.

"Well, I must be getting off to English."

"Yes. I have IT next I think." I tried to let go of his hand, but he wouldn't let me.

"I'll see you later."

"Bye."

"Bye."

We let go, but didn't lose eye contact until a huge crowd of running girls came rushing down the corridor, chasing the same boy I had seen in the computer filled room earlier. I stepped to one side to let them pass, then reached inside my bag and pulled out my planner. IT was in room 8, the one with all the computers I had seen earlier.

The crowd of girls was currently converging outside this room, fighting to get a peek through the window, presumably at the boy. I walked up to the crowd then tried to force my way through to the door, getting knocked about like I was in a Mosh pit at a System of a Down concert. When I finally reached the door, I only just about made it in without letting the fan girls through. I slammed the door shut behind me and jammed it with a chair. Letting out a deep breath, I rubbed my bruised arm and sat down on a soft blue swivel chair in front of an old grey monitor.

"Congratulations, you just forced your way through an entire fan club. In record time too."