Title:Hand of Fate
Pairing: Seto/Yami
Rating: T
Warning:Yaoi!
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh and "A Cinderella Story" are not, I repeat, NOT mine.

I am so sorry for not updating in forever! I have no excuses other than being lazy. For those of you that are still reading, thanks for the reviews. I tried to get this chapter a little away from the movie, but I still don't like it. As my first fic, I suck at dramatic scence, so forgive me please. I hope Yamiand Seto aren't too OOC this time around. Enjoy!

Chapter 6

The next morning I was exhausted beyond reason. I hardly slept last night after finishing my chores, since my mind was millions of miles away.

So as Isat in English class that day, I desperately triednot to let my head bang on the desk, as I listened to the teacher drone on about Jack London's works and other authors.. I wasn't the only one not paying attention, mind you, as half the class was either asleep or talking.

My eyes fell on a group of girls that were talking rapidly and glancing my way now and then. It just happened to be the biggest gossipers in the school. A shiver went down my back as I saw the disgusted looks they sent my way. This did not bode well. For once I was right.

As I walked down the hall at the end of school, everyone's eyes on me, I noticed a pile of papers taped to my locker door. Maybe I should have never approached my locker that morning.

I paledand my world stopped spinning. For there before me were copies of my journal entries - I firmly call it my journal because guys do not keep diaries - displaying my darkest secrets to the whole school. I say the whole school because apparently almost everyone around me was holding a copy. I paled even more as I realized that those secrets included the little fact that I was gay and the identity of my crush. Gods! Seto would know!

I grabbed a handful of them and pulled them of the door. My eyes widened at the context of that particular page. Irnoy was laughing in my face, along with the details of the dance night. I dropped the papers as if burned. My life couldn't get nay worse.

Quickly I turned and rushed towards the exit. I could hear people talking around me, throwing names at me that I would rather not repeat. And then there he was, surrounded by his usual group of admirers. His eyes followed me, an unreadable expression on his face, but I had no time to see what his reaction would be. I was out the door and on my way home, Anzu's laughter following me out.

I had no idea where I was going, I just knew I had to get away from that place before…

"Yami!"

… that.

I really shouldn't have stopped and turned to wait for him, but that voice had me hooked, so I stopped. He caught up with me, panting. I tried to wipe away the tears that were starting to escape my eyes. To say the least, I wasn't in the mood to talk to him.

"What? Came to laugh in my face? Well you know what, I don't care! Say what you want to say, I'm way beyond caring about what anyone thinks of me!" The words came out louder then I had planned.

Damn the tears that wouldn't go away.

He looked uncomfortable, shifting from side to side.

"Yami, listen… I'm sorry for the way they're acting… you shouldn't care about what they say. I told you yesterday that I hate people that wear masks, but you are who you are. I… uhmmm…"

He seemed to have run out of words. Good, cause it was my turn to talk.

"You are such a hypocrite."

He looked stunned for a second. Probably because no one ever dared to talk to Seto Kaiba that way. Ha, well he had another thing coming. I loved the guy more than life itself, but enough was enough.

"You come to me and say how you hate people that wear masks, yet you wear the biggest mask of all, Seto Kaiba! You don't showanyone who you really are and I know that because… because I know you're better than the person you act to be. Because when no one else is around, you're you… and I admired that person. But when you act like you do around your friends, I only see a scared spoiled brat, who does only what people expect of him."

By the end of my speech the tears were gone and Seto looked about ready to kill something, or someone.

"How dare you talk to me like that! I don't let anyone tell me what to do. And I actually thought I saw something in you. Someone that could understand me, but I guess I was wrong."

He turned to leave then but I grabbed his arm and spun him back around. I looked into his eyes expecting to find anger and coldness in them, but rather I found hurt and disappointment. My mind was racing as we stood looking at each other. That moment I knew. I knew that he felt something for me, maybe not love but something else at least. I smiled. It was time to be brave and get my life back in order.

"I do love you, you know. And I do understand what it's like to be afraid and to want to fit in. I also know that you don't want to be that person."

He wasn't looking at me now.

"Seto?"

He was silent for a moment longer.

"You make it seem so easy. You're different from the others, I like that." His eyes met mine again. " I'll prove to you that I can be the person you though I was."

My heart was racing and I prayed for his words tobe true. But yet… I noticed that his friends had exited the school and were watching us from the doors. How long had they been there? I took a deep breath. My eyes narrowed at them, which made Seto turn and pale.

"You want to prove that you don't wear a mask? Well, here's your chance."

I let the challenge hang in the air. The moment of truth, right here and right now. He continued to look towards the group, who were waving him over. I watched him fight with himself on what to do. He lowered his head and whispered the words I knew would come. I had hoped…

"I'm sorry, Yami."

I watched him walk away, my heart broken and shattered. My eyes closed, trying to hold in the flood of new tears.

I don't remember when I had run home, when I had entered my bedroom, or when I had thrown myself on the bed.

But I do remember seeing my journal lying open on the floor, pages ripped out. My eyes narrowed. I knew exactly who had made those copies.

With a frustrated yell, I picked up the journal and threw it out the window. I had enough of my life being lower than dirt. I was going to do something about it. I was going to…

"Yami! Go to the diner, NOW!"

I sighed. Whatever I was going to do will have to wait a couple off hours.

Good? Bad? Be gentle...