Chapter 2

A/N Yay! I got reviews!

I'll be on vacation the next week so I though I'll just post this chapter now.

And to answer a question, yes there will be some Anzu bashing in this story, since I don't really like her that much. And if you haven't noticed by now, this story is YAOI. You no like, you no read.

This whole story will be in yami's POV, just because I'll get myself confused if I change it around too much. Also to say that I have no plans for this story and am only writing as I go along. Any good ideas are greatly appreciated. Thanks! But now on with the story.

Have you ever thought of your life as being like a marionette? That everything you do, or not do, is being controlled by something far beyond our reach? Well, I have. It seemed that everything I did resulted in an events I had not planned or even saw coming.

Last summer I had the, should I say, marvelous idea to spend my free time working out in the gym and tanning in our backyard. Now, instead of looking like a young boy (insert image of Yugi) I looked more my age and more athletic. It also seemed like I wasn't the only one to notice this change, as I soon found out. I didn't think much of it at first, but when you walk into a room, everything going quiet, and everybody looking at you, you know something is up. How I long for the days where I was invisible!

The girls in this school quickly took a liking of me, as they swarmed towards me to engage in small talk. It also didn't help that my pants were just tight enough to show every little detail of my lower body. I frantically tugged at my shirt, trying to keep it as long as possible. Whoever says that being popular is fun should get shot. On one side you have the over emotional, starry eyed, clingy fan girls, and on the other side the good lucking, always the best, very tall guys who look like they were about to kill me. It's not like I'm a big competition to them…

Thanks to those people, I was now running late for class. Funny how my life seems like one of those chick flicks you see on television.

So as I round a corner, I ran into something. Or better yet, someone, as the loud grunt suggested. Due to my height, or lack thereof, the person slammed into me, knocking me backwards, and landed on top.

It wouldn't have been so bad, I mean, it happens all the time. Nope, it wouldn't have been that bad weren't it for one little fact.

As I tried to catch my breath that was knocked out of me, I realized who exactly was sprawled on top of me. Blue eyes met my crimson ones. A blush immediately formed on my face.

Then the sexiest voice I've ever heard broke the silence.

"Sorry, didn't look where I was going"

Don't be sorry. You can stay on top of me as long as you'd like.

Rather I said, "No, it's my fault. Now, could you get off me? I can't breath."

He stared at me for a second longer, before he realized in what a compromising position we were in. He quickly pushed himself up to stand, then he surprised me by reaching out a hand. I took it hesitantly.

He didn't let go of my hand as he spoke.

"Yami, right?"

My eyes widened the tiniest bit. And here I thought he didn't even know I existed. I managed a nod. I really should have stopped staring at at that moment, but it's was oh so hard to do.

"Thought so. I'm Seto Kai-"

"I know who you are." I shrugged. "We've had the same classes since Sixth grade."

He smiled at that. I noticed that he had a breath taking smile, with even white teeth.

"You can let go of my hand now." His smile faded into his well known smirk.

My eyes narrowed at that. I quickly retreated my hand form his.

"And thanks to you all my papers now liter the floor, so why don't you go pick them up?"

The nerve of him! I bend down to gather my books and folders. Good looks be damned, that guy had a serious attitude problem! It seemed like the rumors about the walking ice cube were true.

I straightened back up and returned his glare with one of my own.

"Pick them up yourself, or are you to incompetent to do that? If you'll excuse me, I have a class to attend to."

With that I brushed passed him, only to be stopped a few steps down the hall.

"You forgot something."

I turned to see him holding up my house keys, jingling them in his hand. A mocking smirk was now on his face. I stomped back over to him and snatched the keys from his hand.

"Thanks"

I turned back and walked away, but not before hearing a "No problem" from behind me.

That incident replays itself over and over in my mind. The more I thought about it, the more I wish that I had not stormed off like I had. Maybe I could have started up a conversation? Ha, now I sound like those girls I've been so annoyed of.

I have no further time to dwell on my screwed up life, as I have to get back to work.

When my father was still alive, he created this diner close to my school. . When my father died, my step mother, Fiona, took over. It was really popular back then and is still now, due to all the great people who work here. The people who work here with me are the closest thing to a family I have.

"Yami, could you take table seven for me? I have my hands full."

"Sure, Caitlin."

I glance over at table seven and wish I wouldn't have agreed. There in the corner sat none other than the most popular group in Domino High.

Seto and Anzu are seated in the middle of the round booth, center of attention as always. I glare as I notice Anzu almost sitting on Seto's lap, but my mood lifts as I see him push her away.

Beside Anzu are her two best friends, or servants. Mai, who had long blonde hair and was quite the looker according to most guys, was beside her. On the far end was Shizuka, a more quiet girl with long red hair and a fair complexion, who also was Jou's younger sister. She even talks to me now and then and I always wonder how she ended up with those snobs.

The reason would probably be the guy sitting next to Seto. His name was Honda, I think. I didn't know much about him, only that he was dating Shizuka for three months now. To his right was Bakura, the school bully. White hair, brown eyes, and the temper of a bull are his main attributes. I usually avoid any contact with him.

But back to my problem.

I slowly make my way to their table, clenching my pen as I stop in front of them. All eyes are on me now. I pray that I won't make a fool of me for once.

"Can I get you anything?"

I'm surprised my voice came out normal. Those intense blue eyes were really distracting.

Anzu was the first to speak.

"What can I get that has no carbs, no sugars, and is fat-free?

"Water"

The guys at the table crack up. I feel proud that I got Seto to laugh. As he focuses his gaze on me, I fight down the coming blush.

Anzu start rambling about how she'd only drink water from some European country, but I don't really listen to what she says. I just get the other's orders down and walk away.

"… he is so not getting a tip." Was the last thing I heard before heading into the back to get the drinks.

When I got back to their table, everybody was leaving. I frown as I try to balance the drinks in my hand. Suddenly a ten dollar bill was in my face. I look up at Seto.

"Here, you look like you could use a good tip."

I give him a smile.

"Don't worry about it."

I go to the sink to dump all the drinks in. I almost drop the glasses when I hear Seto's voice again.

"See ya later, Yami."

I turn around to say something, but found him to be gone already. I only sigh as I went back to work.

A marionette indeed.