Title: The First Time

Author: Wintersslayer

Rating: Pg-13

Pairing: Seto/Yami, sorta Joey/Yami

Spoilers: None that I know of.

Warnings: Maybe some language, maybe a bit OOC. And please, LOOK at the pairings listed. If you don't like, then don't read.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh.

Summary: AU- 10 years ago, Yami had a beautiful relationship with Seto that ended tragically with Seto's death. Now, shortly after his engagement to his long-time best friend Joey, Yami meets a man named Seth, who curiously looks a lot like Seto...

Status: 2 of ?

A/N: Thanks so much for all of the kind reviews! I'm glad that people seem to like this story so far.

Confession to make. Last chapter, Joey mentioned that Seto had beaten him with a BEWD. According to the manga and anime however, Seto doesn't have the BEWD till after Gozaburo dies ( I think- I could be confusing myself here). And since Gozaburo is currently still alive, that would mean he's not actually supposed to have one yet. Oopsies. So that's another little change from the manga/anime. But I do have a reason for this. The BEWD does come into play later on.

And YAY, I finally got Microsoft Word installed into my laptop. Now I don't have to depend so much on my own grammar and spelling knowledge…

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Chapter 2

Once again, Yami was running late to school. Especially late this morning. He could faintly hear the late bell ringing. He quickly ran down the sidewalk, his book bag bouncing against his side as he did so. He was really going to be in for it this time. He doubted he could catch the teacher in a good mood two days in a row. The sophomore was so busy thinking about how he could somehow argue his way out of detention, that he didn't notice the sleek black limo strolling along the street beside him. That is, until the back window rolled down and a familiar voice called out, "Need a lift?"

The sophomore slowed down a bit as he turned towards the limo. "Seto, the late bell already rang! The teacher is going to kill us for being so late!"

The other smirked in amusement. "Don't worry about it."

Yami stared at him in amazement. Easy for him to say. He might get off the hook since it's only his second day. But Yami, on the other hand, was late on most days. He would certainly not get off the hook. He slowed down to a complete stop as he arrived at the end of the street. Cautiously, he peered around the corner of the wall. Shoot. A teacher was already standing at the school gates, just waiting to catch any unfortunate late students. The duelist groaned a bit. This was definitely not good.

"Something wrong?" an amused voice asked beside him.

The sophomore jumped a bit and whirled around. While he had been peeking at the gates, Seto must have gotten out of the limo. He was now standing next to him, that amused expression still on his face. "There's no way we'll be able to get past that teacher."

The tall brunet looked up at the wall next to them, then back down the street a bit. He turned back to Yami. "Come on. I have an idea." He started walking back down the street.

"Where are you going? This is no time for fooling around." Yami exclaimed in a low voice.

"Just come with me."

Grumbling a bit how this was going to make them even more late, Yami reluctantly followed. They walked quickly about halfway down the street, when Seto suddenly stopped and glanced up at the wall. "The wall isn't so high here. We could easily climb over it, and thus avoid that teacher at the gates."

Yami looked skeptically up at the wall, which was a few feet taller than him. Oh sure, easy for him to say, when he was a good several inches taller than him.

"Here, put your bag down and I'll boost you up."

He turned back towards the other, who was waiting with his fingers laced together in a kind of brace. Sighing reluctantly, Yami dropped his bag on the ground, and with Seto's help, managed to clamber up onto the top of the wall. Then he reached down as Seto handed him his bag as well as his metal briefcase. Placing the items carefully on the wall next to him, he once again reached down to help pull the other up. However, to his surprise, Seto had already backed up a few feet. He easily boosted himself up onto the wall next to Yami, then swung his legs over and jumped down in one smooth movement. Yami stared at him in amazement. With a slight grin on his face, he handed the other the bag and briefcase, then jumped off the wall himself.

"That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Seto said as he took his briefcase.

The shorter duelist only laughed in reply. He glanced down at his watch, and crimson eyes widened. "Oh crap! We're REALLY late now!" He started to take off towards the building, but Seto grabbed his hand and stopped him. He turned towards the other in surprise.

"I told you not to worry about that. It's taken care of." He smiled slightly, then started walking at a leisurely pace towards the building. Since their hands were still joined, Yami had no choice but to go with him, at his pace. He wondered why Seto didn't let go of his hand...

When they reached the classroom, Seto dropped Yami's hand from his, then pulled the door open and strolled in like they weren't coming in ten minutes late. Though, if they had been detained by that teacher at the gates, then they would have been even later. Yami sighed inaudibly as he followed the other in. The teacher was already glaring at the two of them, ready to lecture them about how being late to class would not be tolerated, and how it was a disrespect to both your teacher as well as your fellow peers. Yami had heard this lecture dozens of times, and could probably recite it word for word along with the teacher.

"Mr. Kaiba. Mr. Mutou. So good of you both to join us." The other students giggled and murmured a bit, but immediately quieted down at the teacher's stern glance. "Now Mr. Kaiba, I don't know how it was at your other school, but here-"

He was suddenly cut off by Kaiba's sharp voice. "Another word, and I'll have you fired."

The other students' mouths fell open in complete shock. No one ever talked back to the teacher, especially to this particular one.

The teacher glared at Kaiba, barely able to contain his anger. "You may be the son of Gozaburo Kaiba, and I don't care how much control he has in this city, but around here you WILL show some respect! Now go to your seat!"

"Please. Like I need my father to handle the likes of you. I could easily get you fired with one phone call." He pulled his cell phone from the inside of his trench coat, preparing to dial. He glared at the teacher.

The teacher wisely decided to back down. It wasn't just Gozaburo Kaiba that had power- he knew that his adopted son had nearly as much power as he did. "Class," he said in a rather shaky breath, "the rest of class time will be spent in silent study." He sat down shakily at his desk, pretending to shift through some papers.

Kaiba smirked and headed for his seat. Well that was fun.

Yami, who had been watching the whole scene from near the door, went to his seat as well. He watched as the tall brunet calmly took out his novel and began to read, acting as if nothing had happened at all. So this was what he had meant when he said that things were "taken care of". Maybe next time, he should be the one to "take care of" things. He had no idea that Seto's family, or Seto himself even, had that much influence that the boy could put down a teacher and get away with it. He was certainly something else, this Seto Kaiba. Certainly a bit on the peculiar side.

At lunchtime, Yami looked over towards the big oak tree that Seto sat under, as usual reading his novel. Earlier that morning, he had invited the brunet to join him and his friends during lunch, but had been turned down. He wondered a bit why the other was so...distant from everyone else. He could have sworn that Seto had been almost flirting with him this morning. Why would he have even bothered avoiding the teacher at the gate if he was just going to threaten their teacher anyways? And why did he keep holding his hand like he did?

A hand passing in front of his face snapped Yami out of his thoughts. He blinked rapidly a few times, then turned towards the owner of the hand.

"No need to panic everyone, he's still with us!" Joey proclaimed with a wide grin on his face.

Yami smiled a bit. "Sorry, guess I spaced out a bit."

His best friend laughed. "And here I thought you were staring at Kaiba over there."

The sophomore's cheeks reddened slightly, and he gave a short laugh. "Of course I wasn't. I was just thinking of...umm...of our piano test this afternoon." They had to play the song that they had been practicing on for the past month in front of the entire class.

Tristan groaned. "Man, I'm so gonna fail that thing. Why do we have to learn piano anyways? It's such a boring instrument."

"No it's not!" Tea chided. "A person shows a refined eloquence and gracefulness when playing the piano."

As the two brunets continued to argue, Yami once again found his mind drifting. Seto was also in their piano class. He could imagine his long fingers moving gracefully over the white and black keys, playing each note of the song perfectly...

Yugi curiously observed his older brother. He was getting that lost, dazed look again. And he was looking towards where a certain tall brunet sat reading. Yami had told him about how the brunet had helped him last night. And it must have been more than just a coincidence that they happened to walk into their first class together. (Tea had told him about how Kaiba had threatened to fire the teacher.) The younger Mutou smiled a bit as he continued to gaze at his brother. Looks like someone might be getting a crush...

The piano teacher was a kind, elderly lady, much more liked than their strict first period teacher. She rarely raised her voice in class, and was always willing to listen to the students and make compromises. What the students liked most about her was that she went easy on grading- if you had been at least trying to learn your piece and not goofing off during class, then you were at least able to get a B. However, to get an A you had to play exceptionally well, as what Tea had said during lunch, with a "refined eloquence and gracefulness". Not many got the high mark, but a few did.

Each student had to go the front of the class and play their piece, some worse than others. The teacher applauded as Tea finished her piece, then looked down her list at the next name. "Seto Kaiba? Will you please come to the front of the room?"

Kaiba sat looking at the teacher with a stoic expression. He sat unmoving.

Yami raised his hand, and the teacher nodded at him. "Yes, Yami?"

"Sensei, he just came to this school yesterday. He might not have a piece prepared."

The lady smiled. "Oh yes, thank you for reminding me. Why don't you take him to the auditorium where he can practice a bit then? If he needs to pick something, you know where the pieces are kept. Oh, and take your things as well. You may spend the remainder of the class there."

He nodded. "Yes, Sensei." He gathered his things and got up from his chair, smiling slightly at Kaiba. The other did the same, silently following him out of the room. Neither noticed the dark glare peering from under messy blond bangs.

The auditorium was located several rooms down the hall. The two duelists walked into the empty room, and both sat down on the piano bench. Neither had said a word during the short walk, and now both were silent as well. After a few minutes, Yami cleared his throat gently. "Umm... If you don't have a piece, then the school has a bunch in the back room. I could show you the room if you'd like."

"No need." He placed his hands over the white and black keys, then gently began to play. A soft, slow melody began to fill the auditorium.

Yami watched mesmerized as the brunet continued to play. He watched as Seto's long fingers flew over the keys in a graceful manner. He didn't bang on them like Joey tended to, nor did he start and stop like Tristan did. It was if he and piano were somehow becoming one, connected, working as one to produce the most beautiful song Yami had ever heard.

All too soon, the song ended, and silence once again fell upon the room.

"That was beautiful, Seto," Yami said in quiet voice. "What's the name of it?"

"The First Time."

Yami repeated the name in a thoughtful voice. "I loved it."

A small, sad smile crossed Seto's face. "My mother taught it to me, before she died. She was a wonderful pianist, the best I ever knew."

Crimson eyes widened at this new information, and the fact that Seto was sharing such personal information with him. "I-I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It was a long time ago anyways." He gently shut the piano's lid. Obviously, he didn't need to practice his piece. "How about we go for a walk? I hear the park is nice during this time of the day."

Ah, so he remembered that he liked to take walks in the park. "Right now? But we still have two more classes left."

The other shrugged. "Your point?" He got up from the bench and offered his hand. He was smiling slightly, his blue eyes gently telling Yami to come with him.

Yami stared at him with bewilderment. "I- I guess so then." He took Seto's hand as he stood, a slight blush once again creeping into his cheeks as he did so.

The brunet smiled fully now as he led Yami out of the room, grabbing their things along the way, then out of the building. The shorter boy was quite surprised to see a black limo waiting for them at the school gates, the driver already holding the door open. "I had called my driver during lunch," Seto said with a slight mischievous grin on his face.

Yami laughed at this as he climbed into the back, Seto following him. As the limo pulled away from the curb, brown eyes watched angrily from the school windows that faced the gates. He was definitely not happy with this...

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scratches head Uhh...I hope I'm sorta close as to how Seto would deal with that teacher. Have no clue really, and am just guessing. And I'm guessing at the piano thing too (that becomes important later on in the story).

Well, I hoped you liked it. I know I know, their relationship is going a bit fast. But if it took any longer, then we would never get past high school. I'm thinking high school will probably last around 5 chapters or so (so maybe 3 more, possibly 4?). Then we can get to the "present" time. So that's why I'm making Seto a bit more...forward than he probably actually is. A bit OOC, please don't kill me. ;)

Ick, classes start on Monday for me. Which means I don't know when I'll be able to update next. I'll try not to take too long though.

Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading and please review:)