Yugi wants Yami to simply be his friend. Yami simply wants Yugi. Simple right? What happens when they are thrown together to write a school essay?
Yami sat at the back of the classroom, watching as his classmates filled up the room with games and idle chatter. He watched, waiting for one particular classmate to come. He waited and waited, getting more impatient as each minute passed. The final bell rang for class as their teacher entered the room, setting her books on the desk. She started the lesson with a loud whistle to call in everyone's attention, yet Yami still watched the door waiting, growing worried and impatient.
As the teacher explained what their task would be that day, everyone got to work, whispering and giggling among themselves. Yami pulled out the research he'd collected the night before. His face showed indifference and slight boredom, yet inside he was starting to fume. What the hell is keeping him? It is not like him to keep me waiting like this. Yami slammed his fist down on the table a second before the class room door swung open.
Yugi came sliding to a stop just inside the door. He stood with his bag hanging slightly off his shoulder, his clothes were twisted under the strap and looked like he'd found them rolled into a very tight ball. His face was flushed and he was panting. He looked up at the teacher, apologising for his lateness and disruption of the classes work, before heading to his seat in front of Yami. As he walked up the aisle he saw Yami glaring at him and quickly turned his head away, causing him to almost trip over a bag left next to someone's desk.
Yugi sat down,pulling his books out of his bag. As he lowered his head to start work he could feel YamiÕs gaze burning into his back, making him shift uncomfortably in his seat. He sighed, as he picked his pen up and started writing, ignoring the quiet chatter of his peers around him. His mind started to wander although the pen in his hand still moved. He wondered when Yami started hating him, he tried to think of a time that Yami didn't ignore him and stare at him with those blood red eyes that pierce him as if they were daggers'. He could think of no time it wasn't how it was now. He sighed again. All I want is for him to like me, to want to be my friend. As he thought that, he remembered something his Grandfather always said to him, "Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it." He felt a pleasant shiver of anticipation run down his spine.