DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN YU-GI-OH.

-RYOU'S P.O.V.-

Well this is slightly awkward. It's like looking into a mirror, well more like having a long lost twin and only being reunited now. I wish he would stop staring at me though. I could feel myself inching closer to Yugi and further away from Bakura.

'Just ignore him, Ryou,' I thought to myself as I faced forward pretending to take notes, hoping he would leave me alone then. 'Idiot, how is this supposed to work if the teacher is just sitting there?' This is the first time I ever felt bad that the first day of school was a free day. Sighing, I settled for putting my head on the desk. I could still feel him staring at me though.

Poke.

Huh, I felt someone poke my side but decided to ignore it.

Poke.

I sighed and looked up into mahogany eyes. Sitting up fully, I looked at him and noticed the smirk on his face.

"Hey," he said.

"Hello," I said with annoyance in my tone, but remembering my manners I added, "I'm Ryou Bakura."

"Bakura Touzoukou."

"Hajimemashita, (pleased to meet you), Touzoukou-san."

"Just call me, Bakura, Creampuff."

"Creampuff?"

"Then call me Ryou instead of Creampuff."

"Nah, I like Creampuff better."

"B-But . . ."

"But nothing Creampuff," he interrupted me, coming just inches away from my face.

I could feel myself blushing as I began to stutter.

I heard Bakura growl and turned to see that Malik had some of Bakura's white hair in his hand. 'He probably had pull it.'

"Hey! Stop picking on Ryou, you bully," Malik said.

"Or what? You gonna do something about it?" Bakura sneered.

"No," Malik said letting go of his hair, leaning back in his chair, and crossing his arms. "But his fan club might."

"His fan club," Bakura said with a raised eyebrow.

"You have a fan club?" the guy beside Malik, Marik, asked kinda in disbelief. By now I realised that we also had Yugi's, Yami's, Joey's, and Seto's attention, and of course this did nothing to help my blush which just got darker.

"Yep," Yugi chimed in. "And they're super protective too, right Joey?"

"Yeah," Joey started the story. "One day I came to school and saw Ryou all depressed and stuff and so I decided to cheer him up and put him in a headlock. Then when he gave a scream of surprise, the girls in the class must have taken it for a scream of pain or something. Next thing I know I was on the floor being hit with purses, while Ryou was being dotted over."

"And he's been afraid of girls ever since," Malik added, and of course with that they got into a fight which they settled like men, by that I mean thumb-wrestling.

"Still doesn't explain why he has a fan club," Seto said.

"Because Ryou is their prince," Yugi said as if it was nothing.

"Prince? What do you mean prince?" Yami asked.

"Ryou is smart, kind, generous, polite, charming, has awesome hair, mesmerizing eyes, and is adorably sexy," Malik listed off. 'And cue the returning blush.'

"Hey do you have a crush on him?" Marik asked with a raised eyebrow and a smug smile.

"Nah, Ryou is not my type. He can't handle all of this," Malik replied gesturing to himself, but there was a faint blush on his cheeks, that was pretty hard to notice because of his tan skin, but I knew him long enough to notice it.

"So you're a prince, huh, Creampuff?" Bakura asked me.

"Yep, Serenity calls him Prince Charming," Joey answered for me.

"I thought Serenity liked Yugi," I voiced to which Malik nodded.

"Yeah she does, but she loves Ryou. She's the president of the middle school fan club."

"That explains a lot," Yugi said thoughtfully.

"Hey why do you call Ryou Creampuff?" Malik asked Bakura.

'Isn't it obvious he looks like one," Bakura said.

"Huh? I always pictured him as a kitten," Joey said.

"More like a bunny," Yugi commented.

"I always saw him as a fluffy," Malik countered.

"A fluffy what?" Yami asked.

"Nothing, just a fluffy," Malik shrugged.

'Are they really discussing what animal I look like? Aren't they my friends?' I thought. "Well, you're a panda, (pointing at Yugi), you're a dog,(pointing at Joey), and you're . . . uh, some conceited animal, (pointing at Malik)."

I huffed and turned around back to face front, while pouting. All was silent between us until Seto said, "Well, he is right, you do look like a mutt." And once again we were all laughing.

I turned back around and the conversation changed to our classes, which we all share, and I noticed that throughout the entire homeroom period, though different conversations were going on, the girls hadn't stopped staring at our group.