Yami sauntered aimlessly through the halls of the school, his hands shoved in to his pockets. His shoulders were slumped as he took his sweet time to head to the roof. As usual around this time, it was empty. A small and sad smile crossed his face before he plopped himself down and leaned against the the side wall of the staircase. The clean air calmed him a little, the silence a comfort he well appreciated at the moment. He hated the fake smiles and apologies of the world.

What a day, he thought dryly as he sighed for the fifth time since he got to the stairwell. The morning started off annoying. He pulled out a box of cigarettes and pulled one out. I did get to drop of Yugi and help him out though. He held the stick between his lips as he rummaged for his lighter. Then Seto dragged me to this hell hole. Upon retrieval of said lighter, he struck the wheel and lit it up. Then there was that weirdo foreigner chick. Who the fuck does she think she is fooling with that lame ass accent! She probably just wants to get in my pants or something. He puffed out some smoke and looked up at the clear blue sky. Today was out of the ordinary and he did not know if he liked it or not. She had to have something up her sleeve...why would she apologize? She's a foreigner-why the fuck do I keep thinking about her?! She's outta my hair now! He scolded himself in irritation and flicked the butt of his finished cigarette as he shifted his thoughts to other things.

After a few smokes, Yami finally deemed the class worthy enough of his presence and headed back down to his class. There was quite the commotion through the walls from the sound of it and it peeked his interest though he looked otherwise. He entered the classroom and the sound of a familiar female voice caught his ear.

"I'm glad he's got such caring friends. So uhm, where do we eat lunch?"

No, it couldn't be...in my class, really?! He thought and quickly turned and peered through the crowd. It was none other than the girl from before.

"Oh right," Jonouchi straightened up and tugged at the lapels of his uniform. "Follow me." He grinned and thumbed his nose.

"I don't think I have a choice in that matter." She laughed when some girls piped in.

"That's no fair! We want to hangout with her too!. My name is Minako, but you can call me Mina! Can I call you Terry?" She asked in a chipper tone and the sound seemed to irk Yami more. He could not fathom why, but to be so hyper over a newcomer was ridiculous.

Terry is her name...interesting. I knew she was a foreigner. He scoffed as she smiled at Minako. What a fake. The lot of them.

"I haven't seen her in years." Joey pouted. "What do you mean not fair?"

"W-well isn't she going to lunch with us?" Terry asked and the class laughed at her confusion.

"No, we usually have lunch where we want. Be it the courtyard, another classroom, our classroom, or the roof." Minako explained and a sparkle of interest could be seen in Terry's eyes.

"I want to have a lunch on the roof! With friends!" She said and Jonouchi snickered at her childish blunt words.

"Pfft, what a stupid thing to say." Yami called out in a mocking tone and the group turned to look at him. Her body tensed a bit as she swallowed thickly as he looked at her and it made him more irritated. Something about her unnerved him. Her eyes...they're so fucking creepy. They're always looking. He thought as he clenched his jaw shut. "You sound like an idiot, ya know that right?" He managed to smirk a little.

"Leave her alone Yami. She's new here." Honda cut in, Jonouchi silent at the moment.

"Ignore him," Minako whispered to Terry as she came in front of her a bit as did Ryugi.

"Tch, playing innocent? What a joke! Spineless worms like you make me sick." He spat out at her and Terry frowned. "You're all a bunch or fucking morons for falling for a ploy like that." Yami had her pegged as the type to mouse around, since she was so quick to apologize earlier. She had gained such a crowd easily as well. She was just another attention seeker in his book. Not expecting a response, he turned to head toward his desk.

"I don't know what your issue is, but don't go insulting people who are trying to be nice. They didn't do anything to you out of the blue. Whatever issue you have with me is with me, so keep it between us." She finally said bluntly, her eyes leveled with his. He was shocked by this. He opened his mouth to speak again, but was cut off by her. "Furthermore, I haven't said a thing to you and you've just been lashing out at me for no reason. Don't just assume me being silent means I'm spineless or weak. It just means I don't want to further the issue you have going on." She did not back down as they glared at one another. Finally he looked away with a click of his tongue and some muttered words as he turned and continued towards a group of snickering students. The brunette girl who was once glared at her was all over the one called Yami without a care, her eyes set on Terry as she kissed him. This shocked her a bit, but she was mostly confused by the display and looked away quickly as others groaned for one reason or another. Yami could not even concentrate on the kiss from his girlfriend, annoyed by the newcomer again.

Who the fuck does she think is? Bitch doesn't know jackshit about me. He thought as he broke the kiss and sighed again.

"Quit whoring around. This is a school not a brothel." A strong voice called out from behind Terry, but it was unknown who he was referring. Before anyone could ask he was headed to the door. "This racket is annoying." Seto muttered and walked past them coldly with his work and lunch. A gaggle of girls was soon after him as they gushed over the 'cold prince'. Yami rolled his eyes at his reaction and looked to the gang he was with at the moment.

"What's wrong?" The brunette pouted and Yami bit his tongue.

"Nothing," he said simply. "Leave it be Anzu." He said curtly as she opened her mouth to ask again. He really did not want to talk about this new girl like everyone else. This had to cinch it. Today was a bad day and the start should have been a big enough warning as is. He slumped in to his seat and kicked his feet on top of his desk as he glared at the wall beside him. "Fucking bitch, so what if I took your silence as weak? Who would assume some moral crap like that...thinking I have some issue going on." He grumbled to himself as Anzu rambled on about her day thus far and what he missed. Normally he would listen to her, but his mood was far too sour for her complaints.