Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh GX or it's characters, nor the songs, one is "Why" by Ayaka. All I own is the OC(s) and some aspects of the plot. The title is a reference to Friends by John Michael Montgomery; matter of fact it works really well with Zane's parts of the chapter.


Friends...?

Kira leaned over the textbook, reading out-loud only to stop at an exasperated huff. Looking up at Zane, she watched as he quickly looked away, inspecting the beige floor rug. "Really got to get that changed," he muttered. Rolling her eyes at the remark, she leaned backward until she was against his bedpost, judging his emotions by his face. He didn't seem angry by it, instead he seemed curious about something; but she couldn't figure out what it was. Smirking at her, Zane moved forward until she couldn't take a breath without smelling him. Spicy and earthy, with a hint of a more masculine scent; but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"Are you seeing anyone?" He whispered softly, his breath teasing her hair.

"What?" She asked, unable to make sense of his words.

Zane's fingers wrapped under her chin, lifting her face until her eyes were level with his; his face was impassive while his eyes hinted at his emotions. "Are. You. Seeing. Anyone?" He repeated, punctuating each word for clarification; not wanting to risk any sort of miscommunication. Kira let her gaze drift around the room, unsure how to word her response. Closing her eyes, Kira opened them a few heartbeats later and held his gaze.

"No, but that doesn't mean anything for us. You'll only get hurt if you get too close, Zane." She answered sternly, pinning him with her eyes; hoping he understood what she meant by it.

"I'll take my chances," he answered quietly, leaning forward he kissed her softly. Resistant at first, Kira tried to shove him away, but he gently pushed her hand back down. Breaking the kiss, Zane blinked at her and cocked his head to the side, judging her own reaction to it. Mad, Kira stood up and started to pace, her feet whispered over the floor as she moved toward the window. Stopping there, she stared at the forest and the ocean, furious that she'd allowed him to do it.

"Zane, look, this...we can't happen; okay? I promised I'd help you with your homework, but that was it," she murmured. Zane sighed softly and stood up, but didn't make a move toward her; almost like he was afraid of scaring her. She felt the charge in the air and on her skin, glancing over her shoulder to look at him; Zane stood there with his hands in his pockets, head bowed ever so slightly and dang did he look boyish too. Her heart fluttered slightly, angering her even more, Kira quickly snapped back to looking out the window.

She'd been assisting him with his schoolwork for two weeks now, and little had seemed the same. "Angel kitten, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." He whispered softly, freezing at that, Kira didn't realize he'd moved until he was right next to her. Unnerved, Kira whipped around and headed over too the table, gathering her things; Kira shook her head repeatedly to his questions. Zane had once again gotten behind her, reaching out to touch her, Kira shook her head and moved away from him. She bent down and got the last of her things, heading toward the door, Zane grabbed her wrist softly; holding her there.

"What's the matter? Did I do something wrong?"

It was him, he'd touched her too; this wasn't right. Shaken to her core, Kira screamed, "Just leave me alone!" She knew he'd recoiled like he'd been slapped, taking that as her chance, Kira ran to the door and yanked it open, without looking back at him, she stepped out into the hall. Slamming the door behind her; Kira wandered down the hallway, lost in a daze. Grateful when she reached her room, she unlocked the door and slipped inside, shutting and locking it behind her; she slid to the floor and buried her face in her knees.

"Why doushite katachi ni kodawaru no?

Why kokoro wo hirai te

Ookina nimotsu no seotta

Anata wo ukeire rareru chikara

Aru wa shinji te mi te?"

A sad laugh escaped her, it was ironic really; she'd forgotten to turn her radio off before she left; and when she came back a song she felt she could relate to was playing. She had to meet her friends in an hour, but she didn't feel like it today; and she'd figured out the perfect way to skip it. She'd just claim she wasn't feeling well and she wanted to get some rest; it wouldn't be a full lie, she honestly wasn't feeling well.

"Dammit Zane, I hate you," she whispered softly.


Zane sat on his bed, trying to figure out what made her freak so badly on him. Hearing a soft knock on the door, he looked up and waited for the person to say something. "Zane? You do realize what time it is, right?" A voice called, a quick glance at the clock told him it was a quarter to eight. Another knock on his door, he tried not to let his annoyance get the better of him; but he did roll his eyes. Standing up he walked over and unbolted door, opening it, he stared at Atticus who, like always, was obviously getting impatient.

"Look Atticus, I'm not feeling up to hanging out today..." He started, and bit his cheek at the glare Atticus threw him. Atticus grabbed his wrist and yanked him into the hallway, reaching around him, the brunette shut the door and then stared at his friend. Zane glared at him in protest, furious and curious on who Atticus thought himself to be. "I'm skipping. I don't want to hang out today."

Atticus rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, "Uh-huh, sure. It's more like you're having a pity party, so shut up and come on. What we're planning will cheer you right up." Before Zane could answer, Atticus was all but dragging him down the hallway, remaining quiet Zane listened to his friend's chatter; once again wondering how he could have gotten a chatterbox for a friend. Seriously, who does he think he is? Some sort of expert in the field of love? He thought to himself.

Arriving at the meeting spot, Zane slunk over to his seat and happily sank into it; looking away as River approached, he listened to the casual chatter. "Hey Atticus, any idea what's up with Zane? He's totally sulky and trashing our fun!" Juliet called, choosing to ignore that statement, Zane looked away and sipped from his glass that Yusuke had handed him.

Noticing Diamond had been quiet for some time, he glanced her way and noticed her watching him. A smile coming to her face, Diamond shook her head and said calmly, "Back off Jule, he's just feeling out of it today, so what? Besides, in case you haven't noticed, Kira's no where to be seen." Translation: Zane had it bad for their missing friend.

Looking around him, Zane was astonished to realize that Diamond was right. Standing up to leave, he slid back to the ground when River turned to look at Diamond; something about that oddly comforted him. A simple shrug of her delicate shoulders, and River had returned to focusing on him; examining him more closely than she had before that point. He watched as first recognition than shock flashed across her face, shaking her head, River brushed some hair away and whispered softly, "How did you do it? Kira drew a picture of you when we were kids, you got into a really bad accident and nearly died; how did you get through it?"

Choking on his drink, Zane stared at her like she'd lost her mind; although it would explain why his head was throbbing that day, and where he'd gotten that thin scar in his hairline. Shaking his head, he looked away again and replied coldly, "I don't know what you're talking about, I've never been in that bad of an accident." His eyes locked onto the flames dancing in the air, before River could say anything more, he rose to his feet and started walking back to the dorm.

"See you guys later, I'm going to bed." He stated firmly, without another say in the matter, Zane walked away from them. It took only a few minutes for him to reach the front doors, shoving them open, he walked into the dark lobby of the Obelisk Blue dorm. Reaching into his front pocket, he pulled out the headphones and put them on; a few seconds later he'd turned on his ipod and hit play. The ballad that drifted from it calmed him, Zane easily reached his room.

Unlocking the door, Zane set foot into it and shut it behind him, walking over to his bed; he continued to listen to the chorus of it. Closing his eyes, he flinched at the memory of squealing brakes. His eyes snapped open and looked around, Zane could've sworn he'd heard glass shattering nearby. "What the blazes was that?"


Kira heard someone moving down the hallways, but didn't feel like confronting them. At the sound of someone rapping on her door, she moved over and unlocked it. "Yes, can I help you?" She asked, only for her heart to tighten at her guest. Taking a step backward, she tried to shut her bedroom door; only for them to shove it open. His dark hair hung in front of his eyes, but there was no mistaking his face or the eyes; they were the same blue-green as Miles. Backing up again, Kira looked around for anything she could use to her advantage, but came up with nothing.

"You know bitch, I personally don't care for you. I've heard how you're a witch, whatever you draw happens, and generally it's to the people you don't like. I wonder why," the older boy growled.

Furious now, Kira stood her ground and glared him down; not wanting to seem weak she spat, "Ever think it's mere coincidence and I've got nothing to -" He struck her hard enough that she bit her tongue, stumbling backwards; she regained her balance only to lose it again when he shoved her. Crashing into the table behind her, she covered her head with her arms as glass rained down. Replaying it over again, Kira still couldn't detect when his hand flew to strike her. Biting down on her lip as he; quite painfully, yanked her to her feet again and shoved her once more, this time she landed on her bed.

Calvin pinned her with his weight, unable to breathe let only scream for help; Kira felt ready to gag when he kissed her. Angry tears pricked her eyes, threatening to fall. Anger, fear and shock fought for dominance, only for fear to rain supreme as she felt his hands start wandering to forbidden places. No, there's no way I'm going to let this happen! She thought furiously.

"Get the hell off of her!" Zane shouted, pulling the guy off and shoving him toward the door. Kira watched silently as Zane stalked off after him, straightening her pjs, she rose to her feet and followed after them. Stepping out into the hall, she looked between the two boys, while Calvin spoke of danger; Zane's stance spoke of malice in it's purest form.

The air was thick with tension, and was too heavy to comfortably breath. Several tense moments past before Calvin stormed off down to his room, muttering threats the whole way. Relaxing, Kira flinched as the various cuts started to sting, this drew Zane's attention to her. Inspecting her with his eyes, Zane frowned at her and asked quietly, "You okay?"

Looking away from him, she nodded slowly, suddenly exhausted from the day's events. After all they'd been studying all day; especially math...ugh. Turning to leave, she tensed as Zane asked, "Hey, would it be okay if you left the door open for us? Even if it's in the distant future." Whirling to look at him, she cleared her expression so he couldn't read her easily, and braced herself for any arguments he might give.

He cocked his head to the right, obviously unsure how to describe how he was feeling; but felt as if he'd gotten shot through the heart with her next words. "We can only be friends if anything, I'm too dangerous for us to be anything else." She whispered, turning to walk away as Zane cringed and waited for several moments; trying to figure out what to say.

She felt Zane watching her retreat to her room, so she knew when Zane hung his head and whispered, "I'm dying from that, can't you see it?"

Well shit, maybe he's got it worse for me than I thought, she mused silently, uncertain how to respond to that; she didn't say anything but shut her door behind her, locking it. Quietly padding over to the bed, Kira pulled her blankets back and climbed in, covering herself up to her chin, she closed her eyes, surrendering to exhaustion. Zane, why do you have to make things so hard? She thought, a silent tear falling to her pillow.


Mend: Well, it didn't turn out the way I thought it would. Anyway, I hope you guys liked this and as usual, please leave a review; constructive criticism is welcomed. I would also like a personal opinion, should I do more chapters from Zane's point of view or not? Also, I promise to get back to the regular stuff (them going to class, causing trouble and the like) in the next one.