Eyes on Fire

Chapter Four

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"You're actually speaking to me?"

Yuugi raised a brow turning his attention away from his golden relic. His violet-ruby eyes rolled in a typical annoyed fashion.

"Yeah, it's a thing we call communication," he said, sarcasm dripping in his tone.

Yami shook his head, amused by Yuugi's response.

"Nice one, smart ass. I meant, why are you all of the sudden giving me the time of day?"

Yuugi's eyes narrowed as he set his relic to the side.

"It's what you've wanted isn't it? You have been annoying the hell out of me for the past month. I figured I would acknowledge your existence so that you would see how rude I am. I simply want to allow you the time to understand that I am not interesting. Maybe you will leave me alone after this."

Yami ran a hand through his spiky hair, attempting to distract himself. Yuugi seemed different in many ways. His usual attire of baggy jeans and an over-sized black hoodie were not present. He sat in a pair of fitted dark-wash jeans and a long- sleeved blue shirt and boots. He actually looked normal for once. His pale skin contrasted exceptionally well with the tones in his new outfit.

Yami found himself eyeing Yuugi in a non-friendly way. Yuugi was attractive in more ways than one, His appearance, hauntingly large eyes, pale skin, and tricolor hair. He was an exotic beauty within a sea of ordinary students in a small town high school.

Yuugi shot the elder teen a glare, eyebrows raised. "Realizing how much time you've wasted on me yet?"

"You're worth the time. I just wish you would realize that there isn't anything you can do to distract me from learning more about you, Yuugi."

Yuugi chose to ignore him, attitude flaring at the comment. He turned his attention towards the inverted pyramid sitting on his desk, smiling slightly.

Yami continued to observe Yuugi silently. He knew that there was more to him than the shield he emitted upon this town and possibly school.

Shaking his head in defeat, Yami sat down in desk next to Yuugi, eyeing him carefully. He wanted to see if a tantrum would be thrown at him for sitting in the adjacent desk. He threw his bag to the side, resting his arms on the desktop. He raised a brow at Yuugi's watchful stare, asking if he minded.

He never received a response as the bell rang, signaling the beginning of the next class. Disappointed, he leaned back in his desk, gazing at the students as they piled in, staring at him curiously for sitting by Yuugi.

Ignoring the stares, he sat back, groaning as the teacher walked in an announced a pop quiz over something he knew little about.

'Great. This is one fucking peachy day.'

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Yami couldn't understand why Yuugi was giving him the time of day. It was interesting to him in many ways. He couldn't figure out why he actually listened to him. It had been a few days since Yuugi began to talk with him. He appeared happier on some days and in pain or annoyed on others.

However, Yami was beginning to find a pattern with Yuugi. A few things were off about Yuugi. He picked up on a few of them during their talks. Some of them were discrete while others were only seen upon close observation.

Yami sat next to Jou at lunch, realizing that today wasn't a day for sunlight. There wasn't rain luckily, but there was a large cloud cover over the small town. He rolled his eyes at the thought. He wondered why the town was always shrouded in the constant cover of rain or clouds. Sighing, he pushed his chicken strips across the plate, lazily watching Yuugi seated in the middle of the cafeteria, reading a large book.

Noticing this, Yami straightened up, gazing at his mysterious Yuugi. Raising a brow, he noted that he wasn't eating or drinking anything.

"Yams, what are ya lookin at?" Jou asked, stuffing a piece of chicken into his mouth, causing Yami to groan in disgust.

"Can you please wait until you've swallowed your food?"

Rolling his eyes, Jou swallowed his chicken, taking a swig of soda. Once his mouth wasn't full of food, he smirked.

"Better?"

"Oh, heaps better, Jou."

The blond finished his lunch, setting it to the side. He took in Yami's half-eaten plate. He drooled at the sight, wanting to engorge it.

Noticing this, the spiky-haired teen coughed gaining his friend's attention.

"I noticed something about Yuugi."

"What's that?" Jou asked, attention slipping as a brunette walked by, skirt riding up slightly.

"He doesn't eat lunch."

"Maybe he eats a big breakfast, Yams. You hardly ever eat here. I'd be more worried bout you than I would dat midget."

As if Yuugi heard the comment he turned his head to the side, glaring at Jou with such anger and fury that he would have died.

"I think he heard you." Yami stated eyes trained on Yuugi. However, his attention shifted as he saw a tall brunet sit down at Yuugi's table, white trench coat swaying in the air. A pale hand ruffled tricolor hair, red eyes meeting those of cobalt.

"Jou, who in the seven hells is sitting by Yuugi?"

Jou blinked, turning from his view of a girl's ass. He blushed slightly when he saw who was sitting at Yuugi's table. However, he passed off the look with a light shrug of his shoulders.

"That's Seto Kaiba. He's the owner of Kaiba Corporation. He is the only person Yuugi around. I think they're 'together' if you get my drift."

Yami's violet eyes narrowed. He felt jealousy spike at the thought of Yuugi with Seto Kaiba. He didn't even know the man and was making assumptions. Gritting his teeth, he suddenly realized how pathetic he was. He didn't know anything about Yuugi other than the obvious.

Finding interest in someone had never happened for him before. Shaking his head, Yami made a mental decision to get closer to his infatuation.

'I'm going to spend time with him if it's the last thing I do.'

Jou smirked at Yami fighting back a laugh. "You've got it bad for him, ya know that?"

"Like you don't have it bad for Kaiba?"

With this comeback thrown into the air, Jou fell silent, finding the floor interesting. Smirking in victory, Yami decided to make his thoughts become reality.

'I'll find out why I like Yuugi so much.'

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The bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Yuugi of course, had already walked out of the classroom a few seconds before it went off. He walked across the building, wishing he had his black hoodie. He felt exposed without it. Walking amongst the other students, he rolled his eyes wondering why he was even here.

Sighing, he walked towards the exit, determined to make it out of the damned school as referred to it as.

However, a voice caught his attention, causing him to freeze in mid-step.

"Yuugi!"

Startled, he turned, finding Yami running towards him. Confused and frightened, he watched as the teen came to a halt, leaning down to catch his breath.

"Damn, you're so fast I can barely keep up with you."

He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in disdain. "Not my fault. If you wanted to speak with me, all you had to do was ask me. I don't appreciate being hounded down in the middle of these insolent brats."

Yami blinked, brows furrowing at the words. "What the?" He found himself distracted by the comment, meeting Yuugi's exotic eyes.

"You wanted to ask me something I presume?"

Nodding, he spoke quickly. "Yes, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today."

"Why?"

The elder of the two held onto the straps of his backpack, eyes bright. "I wanted to find out more about you."

His answer was quick. "No. I don't hang out with anyone outside of school. You aren't an exception, Yami." He trudged away from him, using his obvious speed to get away from the pushing teen.

"You have an exception to your rule. What makes Kaiba different than me or anyone else here?"

Yuugi threw his messenger bag on the ground and ran up to Yami in anger. He appeared so quickly next to the offending teen that passersby began to take notice. Yuugi's eyes narrowed, becoming blood red. He pushed Yami back into a set of lockers, causing them to rattle loudly.

"Do not speak of things you know nothing about!"

Yuugi held Yami in place, eyes wild with fury. He couldn't control his anger around this damned teen. He tried to push him away and yet, here he was, manhandling him.

"I want to know more about you, Yuugi. You and I have a lot in common. I think we could be friends."

The smaller teen spat at the word 'friends.' Yuugi's body went rigid as he held the tanned teen against the wall of lockers. A look of sadness crossed his features. His body went rigid as he felt an overwhelming urge take form.

A shadow loomed over the duo, cobalt eyes narrowed in obvious anger. Seto Kaiba stood, arms crossed. He cleared his throat, voice penetrating the silence.

"Back away, now. Take your bag and leave. He isn't worth it."

As if a spell had been lifted, Yuugi let go of Yami, running away from the bewildered teen. He grabbed his messenger bag and ran out of the building in a blind haste.

Kaiba's eyes remained impassive as he held out a hand to Yami, offering help.

Barely aware of the situation, Yami took the offered hand, feeling Kaiba's cold skin. He stood up, finding his surroundings as he met the cold gaze of Seto Kaiba.

"If you know what's good for you, stay away from him. He isn't going to change. Trust me, I know."

The brunet turned, trench coat swishing in the air.

Yami stood there, blinking in confusion.

There were things he realized in that mere moment. One, Yuugi wasn't like most teens. There was something hidden beyond his angered mask. Two, he had caught his attention. And three, he would fight to get closer to his goal, no matter what. Yuugi was worth the fight no matter how confused he felt about these developing emotions.