Eyes on Fire

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Chapter Two

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Days passed as Yami's appearance in Domino High became old news. Thankfully he wasn't the talk of the student body any longer, especially after turning down half of the girls in his grade. He didn't want a relationship anytime soon. Hell, he had never found anyone of interest until now.

Yami found himself drawn to the loner Yuugi. He couldn't fathom a reason for the boy's rigid and silent nature. He appeared bitter and easily angered. What the hell was up with the young teen?

Sighing softly, Yami poked his fork into a piece of grilled chicken, sliding it across his plate in distaste. Lunch was his least favorite time of day; of course the hatred of said subject increased ten fold since his transfer to Domino.

Students ate nosily and sat in huddled groups around round tables, playing games or copying another's homework. Their voices echoed loudly through the amphitheatre constructed cafeteria.

Jou observed his newfound friend's silence with confusion. He raised a brow, stuffing a piece of pizza into his mouth.

"Vat's wong, Yam?"

Yami raised his head, acknowledging his friend's question. He spoke softly, barely looking at the blond. "What did you say, Jou?"

Choking down the pizza, Jou replied. "Sorry about that Yams." He put his elbows onto the table, gazing at him intently. "I was askin ya what's wrong."

His response was rehearsed, easily given to everyone who attempted to show any form of concern towards him. He pushed a piece of the chicken towards his mashed potatoes, attention drawn towards Jou. "Nothing really, I detest lunch greatly, that's all."

Rolling his eyes, Jou dropped his other slice of pizza onto the plate, blond hair falling into his face.

"There's something else bothering you, buddy. I'm here for ya know? I think that you should let it out. It's not good to bottle things up."

Yami merely continued to gaze at his uneaten lunch with annoyance. He hated it when others pried into his life. Ever since his father passed on, he wasn't able to connect with anyone, or express what he felt with the loss of his father. He didn't find any form of comfort in his foster home either.

Sighing he turned his attention away from Jou, finding himself drawn into the thoughts of his current interest: Yuugi. He searched across the room, unable to pinpoint Yuugi's location. Where was he?

Finding little interest to drone further upon Yuugi, he turned his attention towards Jou confused by the look he emitted towards the other side of the cafeteria focused upon a man with cobalt eyes and brown hair. He wore a white trench coat and leather pants. However, he appeared to sit alone, reading a book. He looked out of place in the midst of a high school cafeteria.

Shaking his head, Yami didn't bother questioning Jou of his evasive stare. He merely continued to stare at his now cold chicken, a sigh escaping his lips.

Apparently he wasn't the only one who found interest in a loner.

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Yami gripped the straps of his backpack, walking towards the Gym with a blank expression. He didn't necessarily hate Gym; he didn't enjoy getting weird stares for his lack of coordination in sports. After all, he wasn't good in any sports at all.

Dressing out wasn't something he enjoyed either. He felt eyes staring at his body with uneasiness. He sighed, bending down to tie his Adidas tennis shoes. Black basketball shorts and an over-sized white t-shirt made up his uniform for Gym. Ignoring the snickers that echoed through the locker room, he walked out casually attempting to hide notice of the laughter that rang through his ears.

The coach blew a whistle, gaining attention. "Today we are going to run track and play dodge ball!"

Yami groaned at the end of the coach's statement. He now knew why he loathed school and sports alike.

"Today isn't my day…"

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Dodging balls and running a miles worth of track brought great fatigue upon Yami's worn body. He hadn't exercised in a long time.

Sighing softly, Yami walked towards his English class, heart pounding. He was curious to see how things would escalate in the mystery of Yuugi. He hadn't gotten much information out of the smaller teen other than a few insults and strings of profanity.

Upon entering the classroom, Yami noted that there weren't many students in yet. There was still ten minutes before this class began. Taking this into account, his eyes roamed around the room, falling upon the all familiar desk in the back facing the windows.

Yuugi sat in his usual desk, dark jeans and a black hoodie covering his small frame. He had his hood drawn over his unruly hair, nose buried in another gaming magazine.

Casually, Yami stood in front of Yuugi's desk, eye downcast. Yuugi had yet to recognize his appearance. He cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the younger teen.

Yuugi looked up at him rather annoyed. His violet eyes narrowed in response to the intrusion. He spoke quickly in a clipped tone. "Can I help you with something?"

Yami set his bag on the desk adjacent to Yuugi's and sat down, smiling slightly. "I thought you might want some company."

Yuugi rolled his eyes, setting his magazine to the side, annoyance clearly written upon his pale face.

"You're wrong. I hate having company from you and everyone else. I simply want to be alone."

Yami shook his head, ignoring Yuugi's last comment. "I believe that isn't true. You seem so sad. I tried looking for you at lunch. Where were you?"

"What does it matter?" He replied bitterly, anger growing by the second.

Yami sighed, running a hand through his unruly mane. It was a nervous habit. "I wanted to talk. You seem like you need a friend. You know someone to talk to?"

"I have a friend, thank you. I don't need another one."

Yuugi gripped the desk, the bones in his hands visible from the strength emitted upon the desk. He simply wished to be alone. He hated dealing with people. Hell, he hated talking to anyone even his own friend.

"Are you okay, Yuugi?"

"Nothing is wrong with me damn it! Would you just leave me alone?!"

Before Yami had a chance to question him further, the bell rang, signaling the piling of students into their classes. He was forced to leave his seat and retreat to the other side of the room.

Annoyed with the movement, Yami sat in his original seat, eying Yuugi's relieved stance. The teen's hands visibly relaxed, his remained icy, turned away from everyone else as he returned to his magazine.

What the hell was up with Yuugi?

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Yami walked out of the building, eyes falling upon Yuugi's quick exit. He observed the teen like a hawk, noticing a look of relief as he walked towards a car, one that outshined the others ten fold.

A white sports car sat in the midst of old cars, sparkling in comparison to them. The vehicle was that of a rare and expensive brand. Yuugi clicked his remote, getting into the car quickly. The beast started up, engine purring to life. Moments later, the car peeled out of the parking lot, speeding down the street in less than a minute.

Minutes later, Jou walked up towards Yami, a sigh escaping his lips.

"What the hell was that about?"

Jou stared dumbfounded at his friend. "I told you his car was badass, Yams. He's got a 2009 Ashton Martin V12 Vantage."

Yami shook his head, he wasn't into cars. He enjoyed games more than anything. "I don't speak car, Jou."

Rolling his eyes, the blond ruffled his friend's tricolor locks. "I'll get ya into them, Yams. But don't forget what I told ya about Yuugi."

He remained silent as they headed down the sidewalk, chatting quietly. Yami couldn't help but wonder what mysteries lay beneath Yuugi's shield of hatred.

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There is a picture of Yuugi's Aston Martin Vantage on my profile for those who want to see what it looks like.