Romeo and Juliet: Chapter 1 (Rewritten)

Draga: *yawns* Well that was short.
Kaite: *fuming* Blame school, dad, my A.D.D., or even your Hikari.
Kath: *puts hands on hips* It's not my fault that we can't give a lot of info on the Prologue.
Skies: Look let's just get ready for the next chapter.
Kaite: *rubs eyes* Fine. Jaden-Lover1634 doesn't own anything besides her characters.

(Song: Photograph by Nickleback)

Chapter 1: Where It Starts

Ah, Domino City. This was the home of the never ending feud between Motou's and Sennen's. The two companies were always fighting for they were both a powerful corporation known throughout the world. Millennium Industry were own by the Motou's, their oldest son, Joey, was the President and there second son, Malik, was the Vice President. Kaiba Corporation was owned by the Sennen's, their oldest son, Seto, was the President and their second son, Marik, was the Vice President.

A bell rang in the Domino High School and teens got up from their desks, packed up their things, and left for the lunch break. In this school the four sons of the two companies enrolled in secret. The eight sons went on with their lives without knowing that their enemies were only a few feet away. Until something changes and for once their life will never be the same.

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"YUUGI!" A voice yelled from down the hall. Said teen turned at his name just as he had walked out of his room. Raven black five star tipped hair that defied gravity bounced and swayed at his movement. A mixture of lilic and mauve ran along the raven black tips and golden yellow framed the childlike face. Big amethyst eyes filled with innocence and wisdom looked down the hall to the running figure. A white t-shirt covered his chest as a blazing blue jacket flared out behind him with the small turn. Dark blue baggy jeans covered his legs and ended at the black and white tennis shoes that he wore. A black belt like choker concealed the fair skin of his throat and a small upside-down pyramid charm hung from his neck on a leather strand.

The teen that called his name stopped in front of him as he tried to catch his breath since he had ran as fast as he could on his short legs. His white and blue tinted long hair settled around his flushed face, it reached the spot where his shoulders met. He opened his eyes to show doe like eyes as the flush from his run disappeared and changed to a creamy white. He straightened and Yuugi could get a good look at what he wore. A baby blue short sleeved jacket was hanging off loop sided until he fixed it and a white and blue horizontal stripped shirt was under the light, flowing jacket. His gray pants lightly touched the light grey tennis shoes that he wore.

"Ryou," Yuugi said with a smile as he mentally laughed at the teen, Ryou, who was trying to fix his appearance. "Slow down and breathe. You looked like the whole servants of the Sennens were on your heels."

Ryou smiled back as he and Yuugi walked on through the hall that was steadily filling with teens like them. They walked on until two arms snaked out and put the two teens in a headlock and a fist gave them a nuggy. The two teens cried out in surprise and tried to escape the cage they were in.

"Joey!" Yuugi cried as he tried to pull the arm away from his neck or at least stop the nuggy. A laugh was his answer and the person let him go. Yuugi stepped away from the person just as Ryou ran into him, escaping his own attacker.

Two teens were laughing as their two little brothers tried to fix their hair. One had honey blonde shaggy hair that fell into his caramel eyes. His complexion was a little tanner then the smaller two teens since he was more of an athlete. A white t-shirt with light blue square in the middle and had the same color on the collar and the short sleeves. Blue jeans and dark blue shoes finished off his look as he carried his bag over his shoulder.

The other one was shorter than the blonde but was taller than the two glaring teens in front of him. His sandy blonde hair was as long as Ryou's but was a little spikier than the soft locks of his brother. His hazel lavender eyes were shimmering with mirth as he and the other laughed. He wore a black jacket-like vest and a dark blue t-shirt was under it. Dark blue, almost black, slacks with black shoes finished his look.

"Malik," whined Ryou as the warning bell rang through the clearing hall. The two teens stopped laughing and the sandy blonde looked up at his name. Yuugi giggled behind his hand at the kiddish whine and looked away with a whistle as the white haired teen rounded on him. "Yuugi stop laughing!"

Said teen bit back a smile but nodded his head to show he understood. "Come on," he said as he started walking down the hall to the double doors at the end. "If we don't get to the cafeteria before Joey then we'll never get to eat."

"HEY!"

The brothers just laughed at the outraged shout and followed shorter teen. Malik and Joey started to talk about their family's company in hush voices so that no one could overhear. Yuugi caught drifts of the conversation but didn't really understand business talk since he was majoring in art, something that his father looked down on. When the words "Sennen" and "competition" was said Yuugi's attention turned to the conversation between his two older brothers.

"...Industrial Illusions is trying to get someone to make their game grow and is looking at us or Sennen. Sennen has the potable Duel Disk but we have the advanced engineers working on the D-Wheels." Joey said quietly but loud enough to hear over the roaring lunch room as they got their food. He handed the lunch lady a twenty to pay for his brothers' and his food. "And because mister Pegasus is undecided he is asking for the two companies to enter in his tournament that is coming up."

The four boys looked for a secluded area until Ryou spotted a picnic bench unoccupied in the courtyard, by the tree line. Joey sat on the right side with Yuugi on his left and Malik sat opposite of him with Ryou sitting down beside him in front of Yuugi. "Already Sennen's sighed up with the other companies that are competing," Malik said with a sigh of annoyance as he rubbed his temples and his eyes closed. "Devlin, Wong, Hawkins, even the Schroeder's are already choice their competitors. We're the only ones left."

Joey ate his pizza in three bits, "the dead line is tomorrow and we still have yet to find our competitor."
Ryou popped in a French fry and glanced at Yuugi. Said teen looked up as he felt someone watching him and met cunning doe brown. Yuugi swallowed harshly and cringed at the feeling of tearing on his throat and the possible things that could happen from that look.

"...no matter who we choose there's no one better at Duel Monsters then Japan's Champion Yami Atem. Sennen's got him."

"ATEM!" Yuugi yelled in shook at hearing his role model's name. The courtyard quiet at his yell and he blushed before ducking his head in his arm.

"Yes Atem," Joey sighed out in defeated voice.

"But if you were told to get a competitor," Ryou started, putting down his fork, "why didn't you get him before Sennen did?"

"We tried but he refused all we gave," Malik said opening his eyes.

"Almost everyone tried to get him but he refused all offers," Joey said eyeing Ryou unfinished food until the white haired teen rolled his eyes and pushed the food over to him.

Yuugi gave his two older brothers a disbelief look, "everyone? Even Sennen?"

Joey shook his head, "no that's the weird part. As soon as Sennen asked for him he accepted immediately."

Ryou shrugged, "maybe they offered good money?"

Yuugi looked offended as Malik sighed, "maybe but I think that Yami Atem has more some honor for that to be it."

"It doesn't matter," Joey said as he rubbed his eyes, "the fact remains that we don't have someone to represent us."

Ryou coughed in his hand, "actually you do." His three brothers looked at each other before looking at him, waiting for him to elaborate. "We can put Yuugi as our representative in the championship. It's a win-win situation."

"How," Malik asked with interest.

"Well, you get your duelist and show that you can hold your own, Yuugi gets to show himself off and meet his idol that he has been drooling over for the past five years."

"But if he does go in the press will be all over it, thinking we chose him in favoritism." Joey said with some hope.

"That's why we give him a fake name," Malik said, seeing the plan in his mind's eye, "and we don't have to worry about his image because he and Ryou rarely come to the company and no one really has seen Yuugi Motou or Ryou Motou."

"Don't I get a say in this," Yuugi asked.

"No," Ryou, Joey, and Malik said simply.

"Whatever," Yuugi said with a defeated sigh and leaned his head back on to his arm, "it's not like I can change your minds."

"Nope," was the chorus of the brothers and Yuugi rolled his eyes before putting his head in his hand and watched the sky in thought.

"What," a teen said from the other side of the courtyard the Motous were at, though the group of four teens didn't know that. The teen glared at the person in front of him. His five star spiked hair swayed slightly in the breeze, the lust crimson tipped ebony shined in the sunlight. Golden yellow bangs danced in the warm wind as the three of the bangs shot up in the black mane, looking like lightening bolts. The bangs flew into Alizarin crimson eyes, sharp features were painted a bronze tan and full lips were turned into a frown. A dark blue, silver stud choker was around his neck, two silver chains were on his wrist and the other had a bracelet almost exactly like the choker around his neck but was black instead. A dark blue ribbon was around his bicep, just before his shoulder. A black, tight muscle shirt, black leather pants, and black boots with dark blue strips running around it as small spikes followed the strips finished off the teen's look.

"You heard me Atemu. Pegasus wants to use his championship to get someone to further his game." The teen in front of the teen said in a monotone voice. His chestnut hair fell perfectly into icy electric blue eyes. He, like a selected few, wore the old Domino High School schooled issued uniform. Blue jacket was buttoned up and the white t-shirt he wore under it, though nobody could see it, was tucked into the same blue pants as the jacket. His black shoes were the only thing he wore that the uniform did not have.

"And we picked you to participate," the teen on the other side of the round table said, on the left side of the teen named Atemu. His bone white hair was pulled back by a hairband and the horn like bangs blew out of his face and out of rusty brown eyes. His regular black trench coat was beside him on the bench he sat on. Black and gray mid-sleeve, v-neck, t-shirt and dark jeans, tumbling down over black leather, cowboy styled boots, contracted against his pale complexion.

"So we chose you as our representative," the last teen said with an airy tone. His spiked hair was the color of dusted blonde, like dried sand in a desert. His eyes where dark lavender in a sea of dark tan skin that only a Native Egyptian born could have. Black, soft-looking but tight, tanktop was covering his chest and two golden braces were around his bicep. Khaki pants and black shoes finished off the teen's outfit.

A delicate eyebrow twitched at the response Atemu got from his brothers. "Well, I refuse to participate in this godforsaken tournament. I remember the last time I even came close to Pegasus," the teen shuttered, "I'm not going to be participating in a tournament run by him."

The white haired teen snorted. "Yeah he was so checking you out."

"Shut it Bakura," Atemu snapped.

"Looks like you hit a nerve Flourance," the dusty blonde said from where he was laying on the bench, eyes closed.

"Fuck off Mariku," the teen dubbed Bakura said, dumping the rest of his water from the bottle in his hand. Mariku shot up when the cool water hit him full force on his face and shook his head to get rid of the excess water dripping from his spiked locks.

"Why you," growled out Mariku before he tensed to lunge at the smirking teen in front of him.

"Enough!" The brown haired teen said, looking up from his laptop to give his brothers a glare before it landed on the one in front of him. "Atemu you will participate because if you don't then there's a possibility that Millennia will get the support and we need this in order to advance."

Atem sighed, putting his head in his hand and looked out to the other side of the courtyard where the tree line started. "Fine I'll do it but I thought you said that Millennia doesn't have a representative yet Seto."

Seto scuffed before turning to the screen of his laptop, "they don't. The deadlines tomorrow and they have yet to announce who will be their duelist. And even if they did they still won't win because we have Japan's Champion."

"Hmm..." Atemu said absent mindedly.

"YAAAAMIIII!" A screeching voice yelled. Atemu cringed at the loud and obnoxious voice and turned to see a teenage girl bouncing her way to his table. She was wearing a dark blue, too-tight, two-sizes too-small, mid-rift tube-top and a black mini leather skirt that ended just below her bottom. Black, knee high socks ended just after the joint with hot pink flip-flops. Two silver bangles on each over her wrist jingled as she ran to the scowling teen as a white belt held up her skirt, though it didn't need the extra help, and a pink ribbon ran around her neck as a choker. Smirking red lips and cunning aqua eyes made the uneasiness in Atem's stomach and she flipped her apricot, neck-short, hair out of her face but it fell back into place. She slipped into the seat besides the tri-colored hair teen and wrapped her arms round his waist. She pulled her face into a pout and looked up at the teen she captured, "Yami why didn't you call last night."

The teen pulled out of her death grip with ease and looked at his brothers for help. When no one answered he turned back to her. "Sorry Anzu," he said with wariness, "I was busy with the tournament I am in." He saw Seto smirk at his computer screen in triumph and saw Bakura and Mariku slap high fives.

The girl's pout deepened, "well you should pay more attention to your girlfriend then a stupid card game."

"Uh-oh," Mariku said as he saw a vain throbbing on Atemu's forehead.

"Now she's done it," Seto said without looking up because he knew what was going to happen.

"This is going to be interesting," Bakura said as he leaned back a bit to watch the show.

Atemu shot up and glared at the girl beside him. He slammed his hands on the table, "how many times do I have to tell you that We. Are. Not. Together! We have never been together and ever since you found out that I'm a star you latch onto me like the leach you are. And even if we were together you would know that dueling is my life and understand that I need to be at the top of my game for this one!"

Silence fell on the courtyard and turned to look at the fuming teen and angry girl.

Anzu's face filled with color and grabbed her stuff. "You will be mine," she whispered sickly sweet into the teen's ear before walking away as if she was a queen.

"Don't bet on it," Atem growled under his breath as he felt her presence leave, not turning around to see her go. A laugh made him look up in surprise.

Bakura held his sides as dark chuckles escaped him. "Told you it would be interesting," he said to clarify and everyone burst into laughter.

Atem chuckled deeply and looked to the tree line and saw a group of teens. Three of the four looked like exact duplicates of him, Bakura, and Mariku. "Hey," he said still looking at the group as his brothers looked at him, "who's that?" He nodded his head to the group and Mariku and Bakura followed his line of sight as Seto typed away on his laptop.

"Their new this year," Seto clarified as he turned the computer to the curious teens. On the screen were the windows with the pictures of the four teens Atemu asked about. "The one that looks like you Atemu is named Hikari Yuugi. His parents died when he was younger so he lives with his grandfather in a shop called Game Kame but he has no relation to the Kame Incorporations. Bakura Ryou is the one that looks like Bakura but no, he doesn't have any relationship to you, the names are just like that. He lives with Yuugi because his father is off on business and his sister and mother died two years after he was born. Ishtar Malik is the one that looks like you Mariku, and lives with Yuugi too because his father died in a tomb collapse and his sister wasn't old enough to take care of him so he was sent to his godfather who turned out to be Yuugi's grandfather. Wheeler Joey is the blonde teen and he lives with the other two. There is no real reason why he lives there but who really cares." Seto turned the screen back to him and worked on whatever he was doing before.

"Heh," Bakura said looking at the teen named Joey, "he looks like a golden retriever if you ask me."

Mariku burst out laughing as Atemu gave Bakura a 'are you serious' look and Seto looked at the blonde teen thoughtfully. He smirked, "I see what you mean."

Atem rolled his eyes before looking at the group again. "I wonder why they look like us though if there's no possible relation to us."

"One of life's mystery," Bakura said nonchalant and crumbled up his trash and threw it perfectly in a nearby trashcan.

"And he scores," cheered Mariku and his brothers gave him a weirded out look, "what?" They just shook their heads and went to do something that would keep themselves busy for the rest of the lunch period.

Yuugi was walking down an empty hall after the bell rang to get to his class when he felt a hard force come from behind him. He cried out, his amethyst eyes widen in terror as the force propelled him to the stairway he was walking to. His books and founders fell from his hands as he tried to fling out his hands to stop his fall. His right hand locked onto the railing and his body turned to the right. His bottom hit the stairs hard and his left side slam into the metal railing as his bag and stuff flung behind him a few steps away. He groaned in pain, rubbing his head that hit the rail, and looked up when chorus of chuckles swirled around him.

There, in front of him on the top step he use to be on was two teens that looked exactly like Ryou and Malik. He fumed as he picked himself up off the ground and collected his stuff. When he was done he turned to the laughing teens. "What's your problem Ryou and Malik," he said looking at the teens with narrow eyes.

When Bakura heard the tenor voice that contrasted against the baritone he expected to hear he looked up in surprise into annoyed amethyst eyes. 'Shit,' he thought when he saw it wasn't Atemu but his look alike he learned about earlier. The teen was dusting off his clothes before continuing his glare at the teens.

The closer Yuugi looked the more he saw that the two trouble makers didn't look like his brothers. Instead of the soft nature of Ryou the one in front of him was looking more sinister and what he did was something Ryou would never do to him. Though he did expect Malik to do this he also knew that he wouldn't leave him on the ground. His brother would have gone to him to see if he was okay before laughing his ass off. The teen in front of him had the look a phsyco would have instead of the usual calm playful aura around his brother.

Yuugi tilted his head slightly to the side as he muddled his thoughts over. By now Bakura had stop laughing and give the teen in front of him a quizzing look. Mariku stopped laughing when he felt a look and saw the teen he pushed down wasn't Atemu. "Hey," Mariku said, making the smaller jump and snap out of his thoughts. "You aren't Atemu."

"No I'm not," Yugi said. "But the only person I've ever heard the name close to Atemu is Yami Atem." Yuugi said moving to the first steps that went up to the third floor. "So I guess it's true that he does go to this school," he whispered to himself under his breath.

"Oi your Hikari Yuugi right," asked Bakura. Yuugi looked up and saw the white haired teen leaning against the open doors to the hall he walked down on. His arms where crossed and he was looking at the tri-colored teen out of the corners of his eyes before looking straight forward.

"Where's..." Yuugi began but trailed off because he didn't know the dusty blonde teen's name.

"Malik's gone to his class," Bakura said and Yuugi nodded in understand ment. "I'm Akefia Bakura but you can call me Bakura or Thief King."

"Why are you-" started Yuugi but when he saw the smirk and deciphered the nickname he had second thoughts. "On second thought, I don't even want to know." He heard the bell ring and cursed under his breath.

"Anyway," Bakura said removing himself from the wall. He walked away down the hall, "catch you later."

"Uh y-yeah," Yuugi said as he got a half wave good-bye and started up the steps, "that was weird."

Kaite: humm...
Skies: Kaite?
Kaite: ...
Draga: *whispers to Skies* what's with her?
Kath: she and I are trying to figure out if it should be like Romeo and Juliet or just our own version.
Draga: have you found the answer?
Skies: from the death look we are getting from her I'd say no.
Kath: please review and just remember that any flames will be used to burn Anzu, Vivian, and Rebecca.