Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, if I did I would be very, very rich and
have a really big mansion.
"" is talking is for thinking and reminiscing ** is for coughs or sighs
AN (author note): I want to apologise to all who read the first chapter, I made a mistake, I thought fanfiction had an editor.
I accidentally put up 'chapter one and two under the heading 'chapter one', when I hadn't properly edited 'chapter two' yet. Thanks to my first reviewer who pointed out my mistake. Hopefully chapter two is now readable.
CHAPTER TWO - Doppelganger?
"Hajimemashite, Motou, Yugi desu. D?zo yoroshiku onegaishimasu."
"Hajimemashite, yoroshiku onegaishimasu," the class murmured in response, not really putting much enthusiasm in the response.
They were all staring at Yugi.
'Yugi' stood nervously in front of the class, gazing at everyone with the largest gentlest eyes Yami had ever seen. Yami blinked several times, sitting up in his seat to make sure it wasn't just a trick of the light that was making him see things.
The rest of the class had made a similar observation and was looking from Yami to Yugi to Yami again with perplexed looks on their faces.
Yugi looked like a smaller, cuter version of Yami, he had the same deep red hair with odd yellow bangs except while Yami's bang jutted out dangerously, Yugi's hung limply against his cheeks.
The resemblance was uncanny and Yami stared directly at Yugi, suspicion and anger rising in his mind. Was this some kind of sick joke?
Yugi finally realised what all the gasping was about and when his gaze fell on Yami his own eyes widened, making him look like a frightened puppy that was about to be hit by a truck.
The teacher coughed. "Well this is highly strange isn't it? *cough* Yugi why don't you sit down in front here?"
She had seen Yami's murderous glare and with Yami's recent 'reputation' she wasn't risking placing Yugi in that free seat right beside Yami, especially since Yugi was so.well. tiny.
Yami's scowl increased as Yugi hurriedly sat down.
The teacher gave the rest of the announcements, did roll call and when the bell rang wished everyone a good morning and that she'd see them after lunch.
"Who set you up to this?" Yami snarled coming up behind Yugi who literally jumped out of his backpack.
"Wh.what!?" Yugi stammered, facing Yami (well it was more like turn - look up).
Yami gripped a handful of Yugi's hair and yanked savagely. "Some kind of stupid wig?! Who the hell put you up to this?!" he shook Yugi's head as if testing to see if the hair would come off.
Yugi cried out as his hair was pulled. "What are you doing? Let me go!"
Yami pulled Yugi's head back and glared down at Yugi. "I don't like people mocking me. I DO NOT. I suggest that whatever hair dye you have in your head you wash out by tomorrow or." he moved really close at this, eyes narrowed to slits.
"I'll wash it out for you, understand!?" he literally threw Yugi aside (by the hair) and stalked off towards his hated Physics class.
Yugi (from his position on the ground) rubbed his head gingerly, that had really hurt! He stared angrily at Yami as he stalked away. So they looked the same!? So what!? What was his problem anyway?
"Motou-san, what are you doing on the floor like that?" his homeroom teacher asked coming up from the classroom behind him.
"N.nothing, just slipped and hit my head, is all ^-^u." Yugi stammered, shakily getting to his feet. The whole thing had his heart pounding from the shock.
"Hmmm." The teacher said, glancing at the departing Yami. "I see, well try to be more careful around.this floor."
She walked off leaving Yugi to find his art class by himself.
The rather frightening encounter with Yami faded from his mind when Yugi found himself in the art room. He loved art and had been the top art student in his last high school before it burnt down.
He hoped to get the same position again in Domino High, well, at least in the time he had left before exams hit. He was sure he would pass the exam easily enough, and looked forward to applying to the Kyoto college of Fine Arts. His grandfather would be so proud of him! There had never been an artist in the family; Yugi was to be the first.
"Ah!" the art teacher exclaimed. "Class please meet Yugi Motou, he'll be attending this course right up to exams. Please help him if he's in any kind of trouble." The art teacher said this all really fast, gesticulating frantically.
"Yugi-san why don't you sit in that spot, next to.Tea-san." He directed Yugi to sit beside a pretty brunette with bright blue eyes and an almost day-dreamy look on her face.
Yugi looked around at all the faces, some of them looked perfectly friendly while others looked quizzically at him. Yugi decided that it probably had something to do with him looking like that guy who had attacked him in the corridor. He winced slightly at the memory.
"I think some life drawing is in order, Yugi-san do you have a sketch pad? Good! Please choose a partner and we'll try 5 minute sketches to warm up." The teacher said walking around the class and beaming.
The physic teacher was babbling something about the speed of light in the usual boring voice Yami had a problem focusing on. He scribbled the notes the teacher wrote on the board and desperately tried to understand what he was talking about.
Formulas danced before his eyes and he felt his throat tightening in panic when he realised that everyone was nodding their heads, chipping in with the teacher and even CORRECTING the blasted man at times.
He ran his hand through his bang, his head aching. He'd never get it, he couldn't picture the formulas and no one in the class was willing to help him anyway. The bully streak he was on was really ruining his reputation.
The bell finally rang and everyone got up joking and laughing as they left the room.
"Yami-san."
Yami looked up in surprise to see his Physics teacher staring down at him, a distressed expression on his face.
"Sensei." Yami said, standing hurriedly.
"Why are you doing this to yourself?" Kami-sensei asked.
"Doing what sensei?" Yami asked, a defensive expression creeping into his eyes. "You've never had a real interest in physics, why did you sign up for a course you knew you would have problems with? I really thought that you would go into programming, I heard wonderful comments about how well you were doing in that department."
"I don't know what gave you the impression that I was never interested in Physics, sensei." Yami replied his face almost set in a scowl. "I want to be a doctor and I need the sciences and last time I checked physics was a science."
"Doctor? Is that what you really want Yami-san?" Kami-sensei asked in a low voice.
"Of course!!!" Yami snapped. "Programming is a waste of time!"
"I'm sorry you think so Yami-san." Kami-sensei said sadly. "I will need that last test paper signed by your guardian."
"Yes sensei," Yami growled and headed towards the door. So what? He'd just forge the damn signature like always.
"A real signature this time Yami-san." Kami-sensei's cool voice behind him, Yami froze.
"Because if I see a forged signature on your paper again, I will take you to the principle."
Yami turned opening and closing his mouth like a fish but Kami-sensei had already turned and was heading to his desk.
Feeling like his world was ripping apart inside him, Yami somehow dragged himself out the door. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------
to be continued
Vocabulary
'Hajimemashite, Motou, Yugi desu. D?zo yoroshiku onegaishimasu' - very nice to meet you, my name is Yugi Motou. Please be kind to me ( at least that's what my Japanese teacher said it was ).
"" is talking is for thinking and reminiscing ** is for coughs or sighs
AN (author note): I want to apologise to all who read the first chapter, I made a mistake, I thought fanfiction had an editor.
I accidentally put up 'chapter one and two under the heading 'chapter one', when I hadn't properly edited 'chapter two' yet. Thanks to my first reviewer who pointed out my mistake. Hopefully chapter two is now readable.
CHAPTER TWO - Doppelganger?
"Hajimemashite, Motou, Yugi desu. D?zo yoroshiku onegaishimasu."
"Hajimemashite, yoroshiku onegaishimasu," the class murmured in response, not really putting much enthusiasm in the response.
They were all staring at Yugi.
'Yugi' stood nervously in front of the class, gazing at everyone with the largest gentlest eyes Yami had ever seen. Yami blinked several times, sitting up in his seat to make sure it wasn't just a trick of the light that was making him see things.
The rest of the class had made a similar observation and was looking from Yami to Yugi to Yami again with perplexed looks on their faces.
Yugi looked like a smaller, cuter version of Yami, he had the same deep red hair with odd yellow bangs except while Yami's bang jutted out dangerously, Yugi's hung limply against his cheeks.
The resemblance was uncanny and Yami stared directly at Yugi, suspicion and anger rising in his mind. Was this some kind of sick joke?
Yugi finally realised what all the gasping was about and when his gaze fell on Yami his own eyes widened, making him look like a frightened puppy that was about to be hit by a truck.
The teacher coughed. "Well this is highly strange isn't it? *cough* Yugi why don't you sit down in front here?"
She had seen Yami's murderous glare and with Yami's recent 'reputation' she wasn't risking placing Yugi in that free seat right beside Yami, especially since Yugi was so.well. tiny.
Yami's scowl increased as Yugi hurriedly sat down.
The teacher gave the rest of the announcements, did roll call and when the bell rang wished everyone a good morning and that she'd see them after lunch.
"Who set you up to this?" Yami snarled coming up behind Yugi who literally jumped out of his backpack.
"Wh.what!?" Yugi stammered, facing Yami (well it was more like turn - look up).
Yami gripped a handful of Yugi's hair and yanked savagely. "Some kind of stupid wig?! Who the hell put you up to this?!" he shook Yugi's head as if testing to see if the hair would come off.
Yugi cried out as his hair was pulled. "What are you doing? Let me go!"
Yami pulled Yugi's head back and glared down at Yugi. "I don't like people mocking me. I DO NOT. I suggest that whatever hair dye you have in your head you wash out by tomorrow or." he moved really close at this, eyes narrowed to slits.
"I'll wash it out for you, understand!?" he literally threw Yugi aside (by the hair) and stalked off towards his hated Physics class.
Yugi (from his position on the ground) rubbed his head gingerly, that had really hurt! He stared angrily at Yami as he stalked away. So they looked the same!? So what!? What was his problem anyway?
"Motou-san, what are you doing on the floor like that?" his homeroom teacher asked coming up from the classroom behind him.
"N.nothing, just slipped and hit my head, is all ^-^u." Yugi stammered, shakily getting to his feet. The whole thing had his heart pounding from the shock.
"Hmmm." The teacher said, glancing at the departing Yami. "I see, well try to be more careful around.this floor."
She walked off leaving Yugi to find his art class by himself.
The rather frightening encounter with Yami faded from his mind when Yugi found himself in the art room. He loved art and had been the top art student in his last high school before it burnt down.
He hoped to get the same position again in Domino High, well, at least in the time he had left before exams hit. He was sure he would pass the exam easily enough, and looked forward to applying to the Kyoto college of Fine Arts. His grandfather would be so proud of him! There had never been an artist in the family; Yugi was to be the first.
"Ah!" the art teacher exclaimed. "Class please meet Yugi Motou, he'll be attending this course right up to exams. Please help him if he's in any kind of trouble." The art teacher said this all really fast, gesticulating frantically.
"Yugi-san why don't you sit in that spot, next to.Tea-san." He directed Yugi to sit beside a pretty brunette with bright blue eyes and an almost day-dreamy look on her face.
Yugi looked around at all the faces, some of them looked perfectly friendly while others looked quizzically at him. Yugi decided that it probably had something to do with him looking like that guy who had attacked him in the corridor. He winced slightly at the memory.
"I think some life drawing is in order, Yugi-san do you have a sketch pad? Good! Please choose a partner and we'll try 5 minute sketches to warm up." The teacher said walking around the class and beaming.
The physic teacher was babbling something about the speed of light in the usual boring voice Yami had a problem focusing on. He scribbled the notes the teacher wrote on the board and desperately tried to understand what he was talking about.
Formulas danced before his eyes and he felt his throat tightening in panic when he realised that everyone was nodding their heads, chipping in with the teacher and even CORRECTING the blasted man at times.
He ran his hand through his bang, his head aching. He'd never get it, he couldn't picture the formulas and no one in the class was willing to help him anyway. The bully streak he was on was really ruining his reputation.
The bell finally rang and everyone got up joking and laughing as they left the room.
"Yami-san."
Yami looked up in surprise to see his Physics teacher staring down at him, a distressed expression on his face.
"Sensei." Yami said, standing hurriedly.
"Why are you doing this to yourself?" Kami-sensei asked.
"Doing what sensei?" Yami asked, a defensive expression creeping into his eyes. "You've never had a real interest in physics, why did you sign up for a course you knew you would have problems with? I really thought that you would go into programming, I heard wonderful comments about how well you were doing in that department."
"I don't know what gave you the impression that I was never interested in Physics, sensei." Yami replied his face almost set in a scowl. "I want to be a doctor and I need the sciences and last time I checked physics was a science."
"Doctor? Is that what you really want Yami-san?" Kami-sensei asked in a low voice.
"Of course!!!" Yami snapped. "Programming is a waste of time!"
"I'm sorry you think so Yami-san." Kami-sensei said sadly. "I will need that last test paper signed by your guardian."
"Yes sensei," Yami growled and headed towards the door. So what? He'd just forge the damn signature like always.
"A real signature this time Yami-san." Kami-sensei's cool voice behind him, Yami froze.
"Because if I see a forged signature on your paper again, I will take you to the principle."
Yami turned opening and closing his mouth like a fish but Kami-sensei had already turned and was heading to his desk.
Feeling like his world was ripping apart inside him, Yami somehow dragged himself out the door. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------
to be continued
Vocabulary
'Hajimemashite, Motou, Yugi desu. D?zo yoroshiku onegaishimasu' - very nice to meet you, my name is Yugi Motou. Please be kind to me ( at least that's what my Japanese teacher said it was ).