I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or it's characters. Just the OC.

The pair stood outside the rain, it hadn't let up all day. Akira was grateful that Mokuba had thought ahead and brought an umbrella with him. The pair stayed underneath it as they waited for Roland. Akira shoved his hands into his pockets as the two watched cars drive by outside the school gates. The brunette thought over what he had signed up for when it came to helping Mokuba with this duelling tournament. Or at least help run it...what exactly was he going to be doing? He knew his friend missed school when the tournaments happened but he never actually asked him what he did.
"So...What exactly are we doing to help with this tournament?" Akira asked Mokuba, turning his head to face him. Mokuba glanced at him slightly from the corner of his eyes before looking ahead once more. He hummed to himself slightly as he thought over all the things he usually did.
"Making sure people don't cheat, setting up posters around the city to advertise, making sure it runs smoothly you know that kind of thing." He said with a small shrug. "We'll be watching some duels too, especially near the end for the semi-finals and finals. Just to make sure no cheating happens." Mokuba explained, seeming rather relaxed about the whole thing. Akira left it at that, he got his answer that was the main thing.

The rain continued to pour. The boys had swapped who held the umbrella some time ago, both being the same height it didn't really matter. Soon a limo pulled up to the school gates, making the raven haired boy smile widely. They began making their way towards it.
"We'll go to Kaiba Corp, collect the posters and then start putting the-hey Seto." Mokuba began saying as he opened the door and then stopped, spotting his brother inside. Akira stood behind him, keeping the umbrella above them. His brown eyes never left his friend, the older Kaiba was imtimidating, Akira dared not look at him.
"We were just heading to Kaiba Corp." Mokuba said as he beckoned with his hand for Akira to step forward. The older brother raised an eyebrow slightly as he looked at his brother from inside the limo.
"We?" He questioned roughly making the younger one nod his head. He sat with his arms and legs crossed over one another. He kept very much to himself.
"Yes, we. I got Akira to help this year! Mokuba said as he began climbing in and then shuffled over, allowing Akira in next. The brunette however stood awkwardly at the door as he watched Mokuba climb in and poke his head out slightly.
"You can get in. It's a long way to walk to Kaiba Corp." Mokuba said to him, keeping the smile on his face. Akira opened his mouth about the speak until another voice came about.
"Either get in or leave I don't have time to sit around while you make up your mind." The older Kaiba said, making Akira quickly shut the umbrella and bundle himself into the limo, closing the door rather quickly behind him.

Mokuba smiled at him before turning back to his brother. Akira wasn't exactly the most confident boy around. He was timid of things, powerful people added to his timid nature and Seto Kaiba was very powerful. Akira was convinced he could have you killed and no one would bat an eyelid. Of course, this was mostly just false...but what if it wasn't? The brunette didn't want to find that one out the hard way. He was deep in thought until he felt a nudge in his side making him snap out of it and turn to the person who nudged him.
"I'll be right back with the posters." Mokuba said, quickly climbing out of the car and taking the umbrella with him. He bolted for the tall building. This left Akira with his brother. The silence was awkward. Akira didn't know where to look in the limo nor did he know if he should attempt to make conversation. Swallowing the lump in his throat Akira turned his attention to the older brother.
"The rain is nice if you're a duck huh?" Akira said trying to make small talk. Silence. "I wonder when it'll let up." Akira spoke again, trying his best to make some sort of conversation so that the silence wasn't awkward. It didn't seem to be working.
"At least the air will be cool when it's over." Akira said keeping a small smile on his face.
"Since you're going to be helping with this tournament, do me one favour and shut up." Seto had said to him, making Akira nod his head awkwardly and turn his head downwards
"R-right." Akira stuttered out.

The silence returned between the pairs. Akira wondered if Seto ever had a normal conversation with anybody. He wondered how Mokuba dealt with him; he was a very quiet man, a very stern and strict man. He seemed to have a lot of discipline with himself. Mokuba compared to him was very light hearted, carefree attitude. He wondered if it was intentional. Akira was jogged out of his thoughts when he felt several rolls of glossy paper shoved into his lap and felt rolls of tape lazily dropped next to him. He turned his head towards Mokuba who shut the door behind him.
"All set. You're going home first right bro?" Mokuba asked Seto, using the pet name he seemed to have always used. He received a single nod as the limo began driving off once more.

"You'll love it at my house! It's huge!" Mokuba said excitedly next to his friend, a giant grin on his face as the pair sat in the limo being driven to his house. Akira starred at his friend slightly, knitting his brows together with a small smile of nervousness on his face. He wasn't sure what to expect. He had learned today that Mokuba's brother was a man called Seto Kaiba. The almighty powerful CEO for Kaiba Corp. Only at nineteen at that! That's what scarred Akira the most.
"Don't look so worried! Seto is really nice when you get to know him" Mokuba reassured his rather timid and quiet friend. Akira sighed through his nose and nodded his head.
"Are you sure it's okay for me to come round to do homework?" Akira asked him once more, there wasn't anywhere he could go if it was a sudden no, they were in a limo on the road after all. Mokuba nodded his head quickly.
"It's fine! Seto said I can have friends round as long as they don't make a mess." He said to him, making Akira give him a small smile. That was good at least. Akira wasn't too sure of his up bringing but from what Mokuba had said about their past, it sounded like he had quite a bit of freedom now that he was twelve.

The limo stopped outside a game shop. Akira lifted his head from the window and looked around rather panicked. He had been day dreaming, and didn't notice Seto was no longer in the car. The brunette looked to his friend was was undoing his seat belt.
"This is our first stop." Mokuba said, keeping the smile on his face. Akira nodded his head and undid his own seat belt, then began picking up the rolled up glossy paper while Mokuba grabbed a roll of tape. The pair climbed out the car and quickly jogged over to the shop. Akira didn't have time to take in the name.

The bell rang as they entered, grabbing the attention of the owner quite quickly. He gave a warm smile as he leaned on his crossed over arms, supporting his weight on the glass cabinet in front of him.
"Evening Mokuba, how can I help?" He asked the raven haired boy before glancing at Akira. Akira looked at him back quickly freezing on the spot slightly before he began unrolling the poster to show the man. He had spiky hair...very spiky hair and at three different colours! His eyes were violet as well. The man was slim, and wore a black sleeveless shirt and choker from what Akira could see...was he a goth?
"We got the poster I was telling you about earlier!" Mokuba said excitedly, nudging his friend in the side. Akira looked at him before panicking and opening up the poster fully to show him. The man nodded his head and pointed to the window behind them.
"Alright, just stick it in the window." He told them, keeping the warm smile on his face. Mokuba began unsticking the tape as Akira pressed the poster onto the glass. Four little stripes later and the poster was secure, showing off in all it's glory the new tournament held by Kaiba Corp.
"How have you been? And who's your friend?" The man asked grabbing Akira's attention slightly. They seemed to know each other; that made Akira feel slightly out of place. He didn't know anyone in the gaming world at all. His hobbies usually included painting. It was quiet, it didn't make his heart beat extremely quickly with excitement. If he needed to sit down because he felt faint he could and it wouldn't be seen as rude.
"I'm good thanks! This is Akira. He's helping this year with the tournament." Mokuba said as he made his way to the cabinet. "That reminds me are you entering this year?" He asked him, giving him a small smirk. The man looked at him, thinking slightly before nodding his head.
"I am yes. I guess I need to defend my title." He said to Mokuba, giving him a small wink. Mokuba kept the smirk on his face and continued his chatter with the possible goth.

Akira took this time to explore. He held the other posters underneath his arm as he explored around the shop. There was card packs after card packs stacked on the walls. Even starter packs for this duel monsters. He looked at all the packs, eyeing each other. Hesitantly, Akira gently grabbed a packet and examined it. It looked like a start deck; just so you got the basic idea of how to actually play. He knitted his brows together slightly as he turned over the pack, he wasn't sure which cards were inside and the back certainly didn't tell him.
"Do you play?" The man's voice asked. Akria jumped slightly and snapped his head towards him, stumbling with the deck and almost dropping it. The man's warm smile never seemed to have left his face. Akira shook his head as he gingerly placed the packet back onto the shelf.
"No...I was just looking." He said to him, turning his attention back to Mokuba who snickered under his breath.
"This is Yugi, Akira. He's the duel masters champion at the moment. He's competing too." Mokuba explained as he leaned on his elbows against the glass cabinet. Akira waved slightly, not daring to speak. This man had status; at least that's what Akira thought. That was intimidating. "If you ever feel like learning, this is the guy to come to. Apart from Seto but he doesn't teach anybody." Mokuba went on to explained, snickering once more at his sentence.
"R-right." Akira said to him, pushing the rolls of glossy paper against his side some more. Mokuba turned his head to Yugi once more, smiling back at him. Yugi looked at him slightly, once he turned his attention away from Akira.
"We're going to hang up the rest. I'll stop by later." Mokuba said to him, earning a nod from Yugi. The raven haired boy pushed himself off the cabinet and began making his way out of the door, Akira close by. The pair rushed towards the limo again to get out of the rain.

They had finished a few hours later, having putting up as many posters as possible. Roland had dropped Akira back off home. The brunette had to deny his friends offer to stay round; he didn't have his medication on him and god forbid he missed that. He stood in the kitchen filling up a glass of water as his mother cooked the family meal. It was quiet between them. His mother was a quiet lady, she always had been. His father was equally as quiet. Akira often wondered how the two ended up together, considering they hardly talked to each other.

He gulped down the water and took his medication before turning around to head up to his room.
"You're not hungry, Akira?" His mother called out as she watched him go up the stairs. Akira turned his head slightly over his shoulder to look at her and shook his head, smiling apologetically at her.
"No, sorry. I'll eat later...I think I just want sleep." He said to her, quickly leaving to head upstairs. He could hear his mother sigh slightly, seemingly annoyed that he was skipping out on dinner again. Or at least dinner with her and his father again.

He had reached his room and closed the door behind him. Leaning his back against it he slid down it, running his hands through his hair, knotting his fingers into it. Today seemed slow and he was grateful Mokuba was around to have kept him company. The brunette sighed as he gripped his hair. He didn't like being alone with his thoughts especially on days like today where it was an anniversary of something he much rather didn't have to remember. He felt guilty if he didn't though; a gluten for punishment really. He looked around his room. It had simple colours, pale green's and blue. The various paintings he had done hung on the walls. He wanted to be a professional. He wondered if he would ever get that far.

Pushing himself back up, he began undressing out of his uniform and looked over himself in the mirror. The small scar above his heart was visible. That was to repair the hole that was in it; sadly it didn't fix anything else. He traced his fingers down it. He was a skinny boy, not an inch of muscle. He examined his face, it was unblemished, but it was pale much like the rest of his body. He leaned his forehead against the cool glass, closing his eyes once more. He felt weak. He needed to lie down. Taking a deep breath, Akira pushed himself off the glass and walked to his bed. He flopped onto the covers, keeping on his school trousers. Tomorrow was Sunday, there was no school so it didn't matter. He wondered...maybe paying a visit to the card shop again wasn't such a bad idea.