Anzu seethed with anger as she peeked through the window in the door, her plan was full proof-at least it was supposed to be. The only real thus far has been the annoying new girl. This bitch just doesn't know when to quit! Sick my ass, if you've been through all that shit how would you be able to get sick so fucking easy?! With her lips pursed she turned on her heel to stomp down the hall. There was only one person she wanted to see now. He'll know what to do. I'm sure he can get that skank outta the way for me to win him back for us.

As she headed off in one direction, Mr. Sharif came quickly up the hall behind her a bit frazzled as he looked at the placards.

Where is it? They said down this hall if I'm not mistaken-ah there it is! He quickly pulled open the door much to Atem's surprise, making him jump from his seat at the sight of him.

What the fuck-who the hell is this guy? He thought as he sized up the stranger. Though he could sense no danger, he was not about to let his guard down with her in bed as she was. Before he could demand any answers, he noted relief wash over the man's face as he headed over towards Terry.

"Are you a class fellow of her's? My name is Aslan, Aslan Sharif. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He smiled warmly at Atem and stuck out a hand, the gesture and mannerism throwing Atem off a bit since he had gone from panicked to calm in no time flat. Bewildered, he took the hand and shook it a bit hesitantly.

"Y-yeah, I'm a classmate. My name is Ya-I mean Atem, Atem Mutou…pleasure." He said a little gruffly, noting how callous this man's hands were. Well that definitely would make sense, he wasn't exactly some pencil pusher.

"Thanks for staying with her, I got here as soon as I could." He sighed, taking a seat beside her bed. "Has she been sleeping the whole time?"

"Uh yeah, sorta. She woke up for a bit complaining about being hot or something…but there wasn't much I can do. My hand was cold to her so I let her hold on to it." Why the hell am I telling him everything? I don't owe him shit, the hell if wrong with me?!

"Oh, thank you. Yeah, she's always had pretty bad fevers." He mumbled, his attention fully on his daughter as he moved some hair from her face.

"Yeah, it was nothing." He dismissed with a slight rosy tint on his cheeks. "Uh, Jonouchi is in our class. He said he'd grab notes for her so she should be good on class material."

"Oh that's good, I'll have to thank him properly when I see him tonight. Well, thank you again. I'm going to be taking her home so you can head back to class." He smiled gratefully at Atem, which made him feel a bit confused about this.

He doesn't know shit about me, that's why. He thought, unsure of how to deal with this positivity and warmth. All the adults he knew always were correcting him or scolding him in some way, but never going out of their way for him. Except for mom and gramps, no adults give a shit. One look at me and they have some image concocted in their head because of how I dress or style my hair. He opened his mouth to snipe at Aslan, but ended up choked for words. The sight of him adoring Terry only hurt. "No worries old man, just don't go telling her I was here, ya hear?" He finally managed to say as he turned and left the room. "Dammit, I need a smoke to get this stress out! I didn't ask for this shit!" He muttered as he headed to the roof.

Not too long after Yami had left, Terry had finally woken up from her slumber. A soft groan was the signal for her father to close the book he had opened as he waited for her. "Hey Ter-bear, you gave me quite the scare there. I'm glad you're ok."

"D-dad?!" She sat up straight instantly and frowned at his words. "I'm sorry…I didn't think, I didn't know." The words stumble in her mind as she sat there, gripping the light sheet that was over her with her head downcast.

"Why are you apologizing? Everyone gets sick, we don't plan for it." He chuckled, ruffling her messy hair a little. "Now, I got the clear to take you home early. You can rest up better there ok?"

"Yeah…ok," slowly she stepped on to her feet. The room spun a little, but her father was quick to help support her.

"Easy there, lean on me ok sweetheart?" With a gentle kiss to her head he walked her to the door. Terry obediently listened, unable to really argue. Something was off though. She turned to look at the seat that was next to her. It was empty.

Someone was there right?

"Terry, you ok?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, I uh was just checking something." With a shake of her head she left the room. There was no clue left behind and it bugged her a little. Her hand was warm, like someone had been holding on to it. I'm imagining things…I mean dad probably was holding it while waiting or something. "We can go," she smiled and walked out of the room without another glance.

As the two head down the halls, they pass by a particular classroom where the door was ajar, the sounds of hushed voices only audible to anyone next to the door. Inside, Anzu was furious and demanded Kyohei for some idea.

"Annie, you need to chill the fuck out! You're letting that skinny bitch get to you too easily and she hasn't even done much yet. We just need to think of another way to ramp up our game. Yami clearly is watching us, no matter how much she gets in his head." He coolly responded as he grabbed and pulled her close. "Now, how about we use this pent up energy you have for something better than talking about her?" The words were more than enough to have Anzu yield it seemed as she pulled him in to a heated kiss, uncaring of anyone who would be passing by. His hands groped and roamed her body skillfully, but far from anything loving. There was only the need for touch and nothing more.

As this conspired within, Atem lay on the roof watching the clouds drifting across the blue sky. His gaze was distant as he thought of his own father, the memories he had with him before he was cruelly ripped away from him at such an early age. Gritting his teeth he hopped up on to his feet.

Fucking shit, I can't seem to relax! He kicked his half full can of soda hard, the innocent aluminum crashing in to the fencing that was set up around the roof for safety. "Tch, fuck this!" He spat before he forced himself to go pick up the trash. He stopped at the sight down below, unable to tear his eyes away.

Terry had been allowed to change her clothes before heading home. Jonouchi joining them as he carried her things along with his. Any gratitude she expressed was silenced with his signature grin and thumbing of his nose. He was not going to hear of her thanking him for something so simple. He liked that she was relying on him. She would definitely thank him later in some other way if not now.

As they neared the gate, she felt off. No…I know this feeling. Someone watching me. She turned her head back at the school, her gaze flickering from the each empty window until she noted the figure all the way up top. The bright light was blinding, disguising the stranger in a shadow as she squinted to see well, eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched in concentration.

Atem froze as she looked back at him, gripping the fence. She can't be looking at me, that's bullshit. I mean not like she would know to look…. He argued, rationalizing with his heart that was far from following this simple logic. It thumped dully, slow. His ribs a little constricted, his lungs unable to take a proper breath and holding on to what they could. He stared back down at her, not about to back down. He was unable to make out any details from the distance. She probably has her nose all wrinkled up and shit, squinting and trying to see. Moron, he chuckled to himself at the thought of her face. Definitely all screwed up…not sexy at all, like always. "Definitely not sexy," but cute…wait what? He quickly stepped away from the fence as if it gave jolt of electricity. The hell she's cute…an annoying pest is more right! He huffed and turned, leaving the roof as Terry turned and continued to follow her father and Joey who call out to her.

I wonder…who was that, I'm probably just imagining things. It did kinda look like Atem…yeah right! Why would he be there watching? She waved off the thoughts as silly, slipping in to the taxi that was called for them. With one last fleeting glance at the roof, the figure was no longer there as the school rolled out of sight. Yeah, just seeing things. It's the fever making me overreact. Leaning against her father, she curled up in to his side a little and closed her eyes as the passing scenery causes her spinning head throb with pain.