I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Chapter 5
He let out a sigh as he tugged on the jacket of his school uniform, unused to the material that lays on his skin but comfortable at the least.
Buttoning up his jacket up until the neck, he let out a sigh as he looked at his reflection at the full-length mirror in his room.
'This is it.' he thought as he gave himself a last minute check up. Then picked up his bag from the floor, and took his keys off the table on his way out and closed the door.
His eyes roamed on the apartment he had rented. It was modest, the least of what he could afford. Although, he could afford much nicer hotels.
But he preferred to stay simple.
He went out of the door and locked the apartment, then slid the keys inside his pocket. Went down the stairs and continued walking to school.
Blending simply with the crowd. As he could with tri-colored hair. And darker skin the populace.
And his exotic crimson eyes.
It was rare to have violet eyes or Alexandria's Genesis but rarer still to have crimson eyes like his was.
In his culture, strange looking were accepted, although in station, it does not need to be implemented. For he was not considered normal in any case.
He let out a sigh as he entered the school and went straight to the registrar's office to fill out the necessary papers. And took out his ID number without as much as a fuss as he could muster.
The girls were whisperig as he passed by the hall, a hand in his pocket and a bag on the other. He never looked at girls in a romantic way nor was he interested.
But he respect them as they are. Not means of arousal.
Although the girls here are quite different than the girls at his home, but all the same he respects them just the same.
The bell rang and the students in the hall quickly went back to their classrooms, leaving him alone in the hall.
He then looked at his section on his ID. 1-B.
Then looked up and to his relief, he seemed to find his room at the first day of school, not unlike the stories his brother regale him with.
Where the students were lost and don't know where.
He let out a sigh as the door opened and a short bald man, with thin eye glasses and wearing a faded cloak over a black turtleneck regarded him with an appraising look.
Then looked down to see an ID in his hand.
Without further explanation, he was ushered inside the room.
The half of the day couldn't have gone better if it weren't for some of the girls eyeing him like he was some candy or chocolate.
He seated himself beside the open window, listened and took down notes whenever necessary. And watched with pride at his neat handwriting.
He had carried his gracefulness with his home language with this land's language as well. Having learned Japanese back when he was younger.
As the bell rang for lunch, he watched as his classmates got up, carrying a square shaped box, which is called a bento. The girls went off for lunch in pairs and groups and the boys went to play basketball.
He was left behind. Having no fondness of staying behind any longer, he stood up, pushed back his chair and went out of the room, hands in his pockets and his notebooks under one arm.
The cafeteria was buzzed with energy and chaos as he entered through the double doors at the end of the large room. He fell in line and bought two lemon breads and a pack of juice.
Then went outside to the school courtyard, and sat down under the shade of a large tree in the middle. And scattered his notebooks around him.
Opened to the recently taken notes.
He stick the straw through the pack of juice and took a tentative sip. Trying to grasp the foreign taste. And found to his amusement that he liked it.
But the bread was another matter.
He didn't touch it and wondered to himself as to why he bought two when he could be satisfied with only one.
Releasing a heaved sigh, he leaned back on the trunk of the tree and looked up at the sky through the leaves of the tree. His thoughts elsewhere, other than the notes and the feeling inside him.
And let his body relax.
He's far away from the influence of the people, and he's far too isolated from them to pinpoint where he is exactly. A small smile made its way across his face as he let the rays kissed his face.
It feels so refreshing after so long.
Footsteps approached his little haven and he tensed as no one had seen him here, however exotic he may be.
But he didn't expect what the stranger had said, which sounded like the other was having the same experience he had-or different but still having the same emotion.
"Do you mind?" the stranger spoke.
He looked up to see blue eyes looking down at him, framed with long brown hair on his forehead and around his face.
If anything, the stranger-the schoolmate-he corrected is more foreign than he could be...he shook his head. And looked at the guy who settled beside him, placing his notebooks and books separate from his.
Even if he is a stranger-and a normal one at that-he could feel something off with the boy, something that his world could clearly attest to.
He let out a sigh and held out a hand towards the other. "My name's Yami, and yours?"
The stranger looked uncertainly at the hand outstretched towards him. Then with a sigh, clasped his hand over it.
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Yami. My name's Sam Whyde."
"A British then." Yami commented.
Sam nodded then let out a sigh as he rested his back on the trunk of the tree, his blue eyes gazing up at the leaves softly swaying in the wind.
Yami followed after and looked up at the leaves. A small smile lighting his face.
This world isn't bad after all.