(Note:Sorryit took so long to update.;; If you mustblame someone you can blamemy homework and teachers)

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, as much as I'd like to

Neko: Yeah I know I have no sense of humor...

Bakura: Got that right

Nekoglare..So you're all probably wondering why I'm still doing this? Well because I'm having fun, so ha!

Chibi Yuugi: Don't be so hard on yourself Neko, and why am I chibi?

Neko: Because you're even more adorable as a chibi. glomps chibi yuugi

Yami: YAY! You made him even cuter! hugs yuugi.

Chibi Ryou: Now on with the show!

Chapter Three

The Martians will land in your back garden, but they will only want to talk about football

Those two words 'mere acquaintance' stung like thousands of bees driving their needles into Yami's heart. So that's what Yuugi thought of him? A 'mere acquaintance'? He felt like shit. For many reasons. One because he was most defiantly going to loose the bet now, two because Yuugi was walking home with someone other than him, and three...he didn't know what it was only that it was the main reason his heart hurt and he became depressed.

Marik on the other hand stood triumphant, taking no notice in the abrupt change of mood or droop in his best friends' steps. All Marik could think of was Ryou. But as they neared the Moto home a small sniff reached his left ear. Yami was crying? Well not exactly. His face was still rather dry. Except for his eyes. Marik was extremely confused. What the fuck did he miss?

"Yami?"

Yami refused to look up. His blonde bangs shielding his face.

"What happened?"

The shorter teen shook his head.

"Was it about today? Did Yuugi do anything?"

Yami glared at the pavement. "I'm nothing more than a stupid, sadistic prep to him." He snapped, punching a near by tree trunk and taking back his hand quickly in pain, and begun to rub his knuckles in attempt do dull the pain.

Marik nodded. Even though he was on a bet, Marik knew Yami did have something for the short nerd. Then today isn't a good time. He thought. But instead of saying what he had meant to say he substituted.

"Then try to befriend him. Like I did with Ryou!"

Yami snapped his head up. There were damp trails down his cheeks and the effort of containing his crying had turned Yami's normally pale face into a light pink.

"I guess your right."

Marik smirked in a superior way. "I'm always right!"

That night didn't go well for Yami, though.

"Yami!"

Yami smiled as Yuugi jumped up and down into his eagerly awaiting arms. But the smile on the small boys' face soon disappeared and was replaced by a small frown. He pushed himself out of a very confused Yami's embrace.

"Gomennasai. I can't do this anymore."

The small figure disappeared into a huge crowed that surrounded the place they were in. (It seemed like the school campus)

Seconds later Yuugi appeared, latched onto Ryou's arm.

A loud scream was heard through the Moto household as Yami awoke drenched in cold sweat. His purple satin pajamas clung to his body as he shivered and soon after his two worried parents burst through the door.

"Mom-Dad"

But the brown haired woman ignored the protests of her teenaged son and hugged him.

"Did you have a nightmare?" She cooed.

Yami sighed and nodded.

Yuugi yawned as the mad twittering of the birds outside his window woke him up. The small boy rubbed his eyes and stretched multiple times, letting out loud moans. Today was Tuesday. And the small teen was ready for hell. Why? Because last night had had made friends with shy Ryou Bakura, whom he had been and acquaintance to until recently, and went on a sort of mini date with Yami. Plus he had also somewhat befriended the older teen. But as much as he loved him. He didn't want to be taken advantage of, so he decided to stay less than friends. But he was certain that as soon as he got to school the both would tell him to forget everything. Everyone always did. Yuugi sighed. It was always the same. Would it kill the three fates to be kinder to him, just once?

Yuugi dashed around his room, grabbing his uniform from the floor where he had dropped it last night. As he dressed rather quickly. Yuugi decided he would avoid Yami and Ryou, for the sake of his fragile feelings.

The streets were once again filled with reluctant students. And like the pervious day none too happy to leave the comforting warmth and comfort of their beds. Yuugi drug his feet, like yesterday, along the pavement. Today wasn't his day either. His life had no meaning, it was the same shit everyday. Like yesterday, the main school building loomed closer and almost ominously, as if deciding his impending doom, and soon he could see the iron bars that made the front gate. Leaning on the gate was Yami, who wasn't paying attention to anything, but the semi-clouded sky. He was obviously deep in though. Good I can pass by with out being noticed. Sometimes Yuugi honestly wished he were invisible.

"Yuugi!"

Or not.

Ryou as walking over to him with a very cheery smile plastered on his cute face and Yuugi feared the worst, but still put on the happy-go-lucky act he had the pervious day, only then it wasn't an act. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. ((AN: Yeah Yuugi has issues ))

"Hello Ryou."

Ryou smiled and resisted the urge to hut the minute boy. "Hey!" He said super cheerfully, "how ya doin'?"

"Great!" Yuugi lied. Yuugi was a good liar on top of his running skills. Ryou obviously believed it.

"Cool. There're a few minutes before class, wanna hang?"

Yuugi shook his head. How many heart breaks began like that for him? Ryou looked kind of hurt.

"Okay. I'll see you during passing period."

Yuugi nodded. Good. That was good. So why do I feel like crap. I pushed away someone who's almost exactly like me. I guess old wounds don't heal so fast. I should give Ryou a chance. Yuugi bowed his head in shame. He'd better go look for Ryou, who was almost defiantly going to be hidden in shadows, like him.

Okay what do I say? Do I just go up and say hi? How's my hair? Are my cloths okay? Is he staring? Normally theses questions plagued the female population of girls with a crush, and Yami never thought he'd ever ask himself such questions. But, nevertheless, he found himself asking these every questions He wanted to impress Yuugi, even though his mere presence impressed anyone. But he wanted to go the extra step where Yuugi was concerned. To him yuugi was worth it. Okay, there he is, he's looks like he's looking for someone. Hope it's me. But Yami realized the person who Yuugi was looking for was in the direction of a bench hidden by clumps of unhealthy bushes. A flash of white caught his eyes. Unconsciously he now had an on-going war for Yuugi's heart with the so-called "innocent" white-haired bishounen. And he intended to win the war. He began to walk after the short boy. Ryou wasn't' going to be the last to talk to Yuugi that morning.

He found Yuugi sitting on the hidden bench next to Ryou who was looking more than pleased to see and talk to Yuugi. Yami growled quietly. Yuugi was so naive! And though he partially liked him for that, it irritated him that yuugi was too clueless to Ryou's hints. It was painfully obvious that Ryou wanted more than a simple friendship with Yuugi!

He decided to slip out of the shadows where he was hidden when Ryou began to inch closer to an unsuspecting Yuugi, who was still chattering away. Ryou was taking no notice of what Yuugi was saying but was watching the short tri-color haired teen intently. When Yuugi stopped talking Ryou stopped staring at Yuugi and saw what the minute boy had been looking at.

"Kon'nichiwa Yami." Ryou said darkly.

Yuugi didn't say anything.

Yami nodded to acknowledge Ryou's less-than-friendly greeting, but then focused his attention on Yuugi who was now digging through his backpack.

"Ryou did you finish your English homework?"

Yami suddenly neglected. Was Yuugi trying to avoid him? But being the person that he was, his face didn't show any of his hurt feelings. So instead he gave a small smile and said jokingly:

"Kon'nichiwa to you to, Chibi Ich"

Yami was pleased to note that Yuugi blushed at the nickname "Chibi Ich". He had called Yuugi Little One the day before and had decided that it would be Yuugi's new nickname. And Yami was also pleased to see the infuriated look on Ryou's face.

"Kon'nichiwa Yami." Yuugi said, once again returning to his shy self.

There was an uncomfortable silence in which Yuugi and Ryou checked their English homework and Yami just watched, leaning on the ivory colored wall. He was sure Marik, Malik, and bakura were looking for him, but they had a small chance of finding him hidden by thick clumps of bushed and shadows that were cast by the building that was towering above them.

Soon after Yuugi neatly sorted his homework back into his back pack the bell rung across the campus.

"Sayonara yuugi, Ryou see you during passing period." Said Yami, half grateful to leave, half wanting to hot leave, or drag Yuugi along with him away the lecherous stared Ryou continually gave the blissfully oblivious boy.

Yuugi stood up after Yami left and thanked Ryou for letting him copy some of the homework he didn't get to finish the night before.

Yuugi didn't like homeroom for two reasons. One: because it's boring, and pointlessly stupid, and two: because the teacher who gave him detention was his homeroom teacher. Normally he would have a lot of respect for the teachers, but not sensei-Imafuku. She ruined his perfect high school record! But the one upside was that Ryou sat next to him, so he wasn't left alone to his usual pastime, reading. Now he had a friend whom he could actually talk to! Luck was on his side today. Even Yami stopped by to say hi! Yuugi suppressed the urge to jump onto the desk and do a happy dance. It would result in more detention. And he definatly didn't want that.

Ryou was digging through his binder that had papers sticking out at all corners.

"Watcha doin'?" Yuugi asked curiously leaning across his desk to get a good look at what Ryou ha pulled out.

"It's for you." The white-haired boy said happily handing Yuugi the paper. On the paper was a sketch of him, a very good sketch actually. It had every detail a living person would. Even the amethyst eyes held the innocence of a child and pain of someone who's gone through a lot. His face had a cute smile, and he looked truly happy. Ryou was a very skilled artist, Yuugi noted."

"This is amazing!" Yuugi exclaimed, running his fingers across the sketch softly.

Ryou blushed madly and turned to face the teacher out of embarrassment.

Yami rolled his eyes and let his head drop onto his arms in a bored fashion. His head was swimming with words and clips of different scenes that had happened to pervious night. Yuugi had been so open then, what was he afraid of now?

The tri-colored haired boy groaned quietly. The bet. He was now regretting it. Yuugi was more than what he had originally though he was. And he had already suffered through enough social torture and heart break. Plus Yuugi seemed to really like Yami as well! But what kind was unsure of. At first, to Yami, it was "what's one more rejection" but now Yami was feeling very guilty. He had a feeling this one would probably hurt most...

"Yami!"

Yami's head shot up and snapped at the direction the voice came from. Marik was smirking at him.

"What?" He hissed.

A note was pushed onto his desk, and minor curiosity sparked in the shorter teen.

"What's this?" He quietly inquired.

Marik just gave a smug smile. "Just read it" He replied vaguely, waving his hand as if brushing the matter aside and faced the front. Yami fount it rather suspicious. His hand reached for the note, wondering what Marik wanted to say.

Slowly Yami unfolded the note, the teachers back was to him so he didn't have to worry about getting caught passing notes.

There were four words on the page.

I'm changing the wager.

Yami nearly feel off the chair. Changing the wager? To what? Yami glared at his best friend from across the room. He was already feeling guilty for using naive little Yuugi, and angry for having to compete with Ryou, now one more? Marik had a twisted imagination and this would be the perfect opportunity for him to put it to use.

To what?

He wrote down. Then threw it back. The teacher was still oblivious to the flying paper note that was linking two psychotic teens.

For the next five minutes Yami's attention was put into his plotting for the demise of Ryou Bakura until another wad of paper hit the side of his head. He glared at Marik who was grinning like a Cheshire cat. He had a foreboding feeling in the pit of his stomach and was somewhat afraid of opening the note.

I propose to raise the stakes. If I win you have to jack off in math class on the last day of school, if I lose I shall do the same, only I have to bed Ryou.

Yami blinked. So Marik wanted Ryou. Yami let a sigh escape his lips. This would actually prove useful. Marik would give everyone a show and he would have 50 and Yuugi. He smirked and wrote:

I accept your challenge. Get ready for the humiliation of your life!

And he threw it back.

For the rest of the period he just smiled. With Ryou being kept a bay by Marik he had this bet in the bag!

And obviously Marik thought the same.

Yuugi yawned and looked at Ryou, he was drawing something else. Yuugi smiled, it figured. Ryou really never liked school that much, but hey! He was doing something helpful, to himself at least.

Yuugi leaned over to look at Ryou's newest sketch.

"What is it?" He asked in a curious voice, putting his hand on Ryou's thigh for a better view of the sketch. It was of a kitten. A kitten with large eyes and ruffled black hair. Ryou froze up, hating his body right now for it's reaction to Yuugi's "innocent touch".

"It's cute!" Yuugi smiled, giving a hyper bounce.

Ryou closed his eyes, trying to will away the arousal that was currently making his pants feel so cramped. He hoped Yuugi couldn't notice it, but for some reason, he doubted he would. Yuugi was too intent on the picture to notice even the teacher calling him.

Ryou nudged the smaller boy, who jumped, blushed and scurried back to his seat.

The rest of the period was spent listening. Listening but not understanding a word of what was being said.

Then came period two. Yuugi walked slowly across the halls, being thrown about by every student that passed him by.

Yami ran out of the classroom as soon as the bell rung. If he was to spare himself of the humiliation that was jacking off in class, needed to find Yuugi and ask him out before Ryou did, or Marik asked Ryou out. But knowing Yuugi, even if Ryou asked him out first, if Yami begged he would certainly come along.

He found Yuugi struggling to get to his second class. A flash of white near him caught his eyes. He was starting to hate Ryou more and more now.

"Yuugi!"

Neko: There goes the cheapness that is this chapter, I'm starting to think they get worse as they are written. Sorry, I was writing this in English class while Mrs. Roberts read another story. LOL but yeah.

Yami: Why must Ryou torture me so?

Neko: Because I want him to.

Yami: You're pure evil.

Neko: smiles brightly Yes I know.

Yuugi: Don't you have something else to say?

Neko: glare ...umm holding up plastic shield also there's gonna be a depressing chapter that has to do a lot with Yami next so...runs from Yami REVIEW!