Title: Stereotype (Can you tell I can't title things for the life of me yet?)

Inspiration: Nothing really. Just one of those things where you open a document and type. I think I was thinking about outsider perspective at that point.

Summary: You don't have to be correct to be right... or, at least, not wrong.

Pairings: YamixYuugi (Shocker!)

Help me with: Just the basics I guess, if it flowed right or if any line seemed weird or off.

There was something about him, or maybe not something so much as everything, that screamed 'stay the hell away from me!'. Leather, a punk hairstyle, a huge gold pyramid necklace that on anyone else would have looked tacky, bracelets, and I could have sworn he had an earing

Even his name, Yami, Darkness. You don't get much more dark then darkness.

So, of course, the moment I laid eyes on him, learned his name, saw his deep crimson eyes, I resolved to stay as far away from him as possible. The dark is dangerous; Yami screamed dangerous. Never in a hundred years would I have pegged him as a guy with a girlfriend.

When the bell rang, and he was the first one out of his seat I'll admit that the first thing on my mind was drugs. He was going off to do drugs or some equally bad-ass and all together illegal thing that would fit his stereotype.

So when I made my way out of the door I was surprised to see him leaning casually against the wall. He seemed to be looking for something.

'Great!' My mind cried. 'A bully!'.

I tried to walk past him without being seen, told myself to become invisible. The paranoid part of me demanded it be so.

Yet is also demanded that I keep a careful eye on him.

It was only because I was doing this that I caught what many people likely missed. A smile flashed across his face as he pushed himself from the wall. But not the smile I was expecting. I thought when he found whatever he was looking for he'd smirk if anything.

This was a genuine, warm, caring smile.

Never in a million years would I have pegged him as a guy with a girlfriend.

I would have been right.

Yami didn't have a girlfriend. It was a boy a few inches shorter than him (it was the fact that this boy was short that made me realize Yami was not on the tall side) that joined him a few seconds later.

Slightly bluely purple eyes flashed in happieness before he leaned up the peck the other on the lips. When he pulled away the other was smiling again, only this time the smile stayed and he grabbed the smaller's hand before continuing on down the hall. The smaller boy was practically skipping.

As they passed me I could make out what he was saying, for just a few seconds, his voice bright and happy, "So you are coming over today, right?" before it was covered up by the sound of the crowd. I lost sight of both of them a minute later.

[A/N] Like I said before, these are purely to help me with my serious writing, so I really do need constructive coments. Feel free to tell me what bothered you or seemed off, I'm trying to improve and what you say will be considered. For example, if there's a line that just sounds awkward to you, even if you don't know why, please point it out so I can look it over.

Thanks! ^.^