I really wish I owned Yu-Gi-Oh GX, but as you can probably guess, no I don't.

Chan: hey guys, here I a darkish little ficlet I came up with out of boredom a month or so back. At the time I had other update to work on, but right now I had a gap and thought this would do nicely to fill it.

Parings: Zane/Alexis (one-sided) Zane/Atticus. Very brief reference to Chazz Jaden and Syrus all liking Alexis. Pretty much everyone/Alexis. Maybe not such unusual pars but with what I hope is a unique edge.

Warnings: yaoi, dark thoughts, references/mentions of stalking someone. It's not that I don't like Alexis; she just seems a tad mary-sueish, what with the amount of guys who have duelled to be her girlfriend or fiancé or have a date with her.

Zane: oh no, I'm not liking the sound of this fic.

Chan: nope, you shouldn't. but I hope the readers do!

Moths to a flame
Alexis' P.O.V.

If you're a boy you already know who I am. I'm the one who you stare at across the room. I'm the one who you'll cheer on even if I'm duelling against your best friend. I'm the one you'd do anything if it meant you could so much as sit next to me in class. You loved me the first time you set eyes on me. You adore me. You worship me. I'm the one who will break your heart.

If you're a girl you already know who I am. I'm the one who you glare daggers at. I'm the one who your boyfriend secretly wants to date. I'm the one who's everything you'll never be. You wish you could be me, yet you hate me every time I look your boy's way. I'm the one you fear the most

Some might say that I'm leading them on. They say that I tempt them, tease them, that I enjoy letting them crash and burn. Maybe I am, just a tiny bit. It's amazing to be able to choose any man you want, knowing they'll return your feelings. Chazz, Jaden, Syrus…they're just three. Name any boy in the entire school and I can guarantee I could be on a date with them this time tomorrow.

I don't want any of them however. The only one I ever do want is the one I can never have. Now how's that for irony? I know whose fault it is. My elder brother is so dumb he doesn't even know what he's doing. He stole Zane right away from me. Up until he came back I nearly had Zane. But then he just had to show up again. At first I was over the moon about it; I'm not blind though. I saw a flicker of recognition in my brother's eyes when Zane spoke to him. I tried and failed to not let it bother me when Zane looked so worried and offered to carry him back to school.

I'm very careful to never let anyone enter my room. If you were to some how pick all six of the locks I have attached, then the first thing you would notice would be my walls. Or rather, what is on my walls. Every inch of them is covered with pictures of my future boyfriend Zane. I have every photograph of Zane that has appeared in duelling magazines since he was about twelve. I have pictures of him with me, or just him on his own. In some of them he is smiling others looking calmly confident. I think he knows about perhaps twenty of the photos I have taken of him. All the rest are secret. Every time I'm standing on the balcony outside my room and he walks past I snap a picture. I wait for him outside when I know he'll be walking past, hidden of course. Some clear mornings he likes to go for a walk along the cliff tops. I'm there. In the summer he sneaks down to a hidden part of the beach to swim in private. He thinks he's alone so sometimes he takes all of his clothes off. But I'm there, with my camera. I have a very large, almost life size, picture of him on the wall beside my bed. The only thing wrong with it is that he has no right arm as at the time of me clicking the shutter, he had it wrapped around Atticus in a friendly way. Maybe even more than friendly. On his other shoulder there is just a glimpse of Attics' hand as he wrapped an arm back round him. I wish I could have cut this out too but that would mean amputating Zane's other arm. Instead I covered it by sticking a photo of me and Zane together over it. That's my favourite photo of all. Well, it was, up until a little while ago.

It was morning and I was heading down to breakfast. I thought that maybe I should stop off at Zane's on the way, he might want to come down and have a walk with me instead of going to eat with Atticus. Better yet, he sleeps topless; maybe if he was still in bed and I knocked loud enough then he'd stumble to the door without thinking to put on a shirt. This thought was so delicious that I found myself hurrying out of the girls' dorm and towards the boys', then down the corridor towards Zane's room with a huge grin on my face.

I was about to knock when I realised that he'd left his door open just a crack. I pushed it carefully open, ready to act all shocked and embarrassed if I found him in a state of half undress. Only he wasn't in his bedroom.

"Zane?" I called out quietly. There wasn't any sound of running water from the bathroom. Maybe he'd gone down to breakfast already. I pouted slightly and was about to leave when I heard soft laughter from Zane's balcony. My eyebrows furrowed together and I carefully tiptoed over to the open door way. Through the gap in the curtains I could see Zane, and he wasn't alone. I couldn't see much, just a flash of dark hair, a muffled voice, pale skin, and Zane's eyes light up happily. I'd seen enough and I dove though the curtains, and then stopped I my tracks.

Zane and Atticus were standing there side by side. Both of them had turned at the sound of me dashing out there with them, they'd moved apart slightly too. Still, I already knew. In those moments before they'd reacted to me bursting in, they had been holding hands. Zane's fingers curled firmly around my brother's hand.

"oh." I whispered quietly. "Umm…I'll come back later." and then I ran out of the room. I was hoping Zane would come running after me, wanting to apologize, say I'd got it all wrong. He'd only been holding his hand in a friendly way. Maybe Atticus had been upset and just needed some comforting. But no, he didn't follow, there was no explanation.

I made it back to the girls' dorm and forced a key into the lock on my door. It clicked open and I nearly fell inside, slamming it behind me and locking it again, sliding a couple of bolts and a chain across before collapsing on the bed. For a while I just lay there, staring round the room at my many photos. My eyes focused on the one of me and Zane together. I don't know why I only just noticed it at that time. Maybe my tears made me see clearer. Perhaps I was so desperate to concentrate on anything other than my memories of what had just happened that my mind was taking in every little detail. There was something odd about Zane in that photo. He wasn't smiling at me, but I knew that already, the thing is, he wasn't smiling at the camera either. He was smiling straight through the camera, straight past the camera, straight at who had been behind the camera.I knew who it was. Atticus, the halfwit. I ripped the photo in two and then stared at the half with Zane on. I half expected my blood to boil, that I'd rage and scream and throw stuff about. But instead I was perfectly calm. I could see very clearly now.

You see, I will get what I want. Zane loves me; he just needs reminding of it. I always get what I'm after. And I will destroy anything, anyone who stands in my way of getting it. When I'm through with that brat, he'll wish he was still Nightshroud. And then Zane will come to his senses, come to me. Like a moth to a flame.

End Oneshot

Atticus: O.o no!

Zane: -grabs Atticus- Chan, don't start torturing him as again.

Chan: bwhahaha! I really like fics with a –cough- slightly evil Alexis. R&R people.