Author's Rant: Someone asked if I'll be doing the usual pairings in this story. My answer is no because the majority of stories here have the exact same pairings each time (puppy, tender, bronze, etc.) I don't plan to do the same. Will there be more yaoi pairings besides Mobiumshipping? Absolutely. Now enjoy babycakes.

~Side Note~: After much thought, I've changed Atem's age but not by much. Also a few corrections were made in the chapter~

First Acquaintance

Yugi was grateful for Friday afternoon. It seemed to be the most convenient escape from his friends during lunch because of the congested crowds.

It'd been a full week since he'd been released from Domino General. He counted his blessings when the nurse diagnosed his injured wrist as just a sprang and wouldn't hinder him from playing in the finals in a couple of months. The news was a relief for his coach, but as for his teammates and friend—after of course, Tristan so happily relayed details of that fight he had last week—Yugi hadn't had a moment's peace since Monday. His friends refused to let him out of their sight, acting as his personal body guards if anyone so much as hinted being dangerous.

They were afraid for his safety and his teammates were concerned about the results of the finals. Both were endearing sure, but God. They took it a little far. He couldn't even go to the bathroom without someone caboosing him. This in turn, left him unable to complete his mission of returning the wad of cash hidden in his backpack. He felt a little guilty for keeping Tristan out of the loop but Yugi knew if he so much as whispered about trying to sneak into Red Eye territory, Tristan would ground him for years and not hesitate to tell his grandpa.

That didn't mean Yugi would give in so easily. It was just a matter of timing.

Yugi would think of something later. For now, he wanted to enjoy the vast blue skies and trickles of clouds lazily breezing by. He was snugged on the comfortable green grass sloped beneath his back with some of the morning dew still clinging to the blades. This portion of school was forgotten during lunch hour. Everyone was always so busy trying to get the last cut of Today's Special Lunch Bread. Yugi rested his head on top of his crossed arms, mindful of his wrist and stretched out his legs, a relaxed smile pinching his mouth. It was so lovely today. All those moments of worry, stress and anxiety seemed to ooze from his pores and into the gentle winds.

With all this quiet atmosphere, it left Yugi's mind brewing over ideas of how he'd go about getting to the Red Eye's O.G. He couldn't simply walk into the heart of their territory. It was absolute suicide and possibly a public execution. Regardless of his status in the city, the Red Eye Spades rarely gave a damn about who you were, where you were born or how rich you were. Blood was the same color no matter how it was spilled to them.

So . . . what could he do?

Yugi gave a jaw cracking yawn and slightly shrugged. Oh well, he'd think of something. He wasn't going to let it control his mind. It was too beautiful a day to give that ruthless band of tyrants even an inch of his head space.

Yugi had ditched his royal blue blazer to lounge in his short sleeve, white button up shirt and royal blue pants. His blazer was folded and draped over his book bag.

"Yugi Muto, where on earth have you been?"

Yugi's entire body tensed, than slumped when recognizing the accent. His eyes rolled up and he smiled as Ryou Bakura King's upside down face came into view. Out of his many friends, Ryou was one Yugi could somewhat relate to the most for personal reasons. He had his own small ties with the Red Eyes gang but possibly more so than Yugi. It was a subject the foreign exchange student rarely discussed. He was dressed as casual as Yugi, wearing only his short sleeve white shirt and blue slacks. He had endless white hair and the softest pair of chocolate brown eyes that could rival a puppy.

"Oh, it's just you Ryou." Yugi sat up, and bent his right leg, hooking his wrist over the knee. His bright purple eyes rotated on either side of Ryou's body before peering up at his friend. "Did you come alone?"

"Naturally," chuckled Ryou. "You're terrible, you know, wandering off so far from the others. Tristan's combing half the school looking for you." Ryou shimmed his way down next to Yugi's side, and unzipped his book bag to retrieve two neatly tied bento boxes. "He's got Tea, Rebecca and Duke scrambled about like mad dogs. I wouldn't want to be around when he finds you here," he said, handing over Yugi's share of lunch.

"Thanks, but I'm not worried about Tristan. He'll get mad, rip and rave all day then ask me to help him with his homework." Yugi opened his lunch box, and nearly burst with glee. It was Ryou's week to fix their lunches and he'd fixed a banquet. There were slices of roasted lamb smothered in gravy, a steamed bowl of assorted vegetables, deep fried potato chips and a small star shaped plastic bowl with this week's British dessert, treacle tart. "You've outdone yourself this time," Yugi praised. "I can never resist your roast lamb."

Ryou chuckled. "Well, I thought this suited the occasion. It's such a beautiful Friday, so why not top the afternoon with a pleasant meal?"

"Here, here," Yugi agreed, unsnapping his chop sticks. They ate and talked some of the afternoon away, even going so far as to skip next period to catch up. Yugi tapped Ryou's shoulder sometimes and when the white haired teen wasn't looking, Yugi would stag a piece of steamed carrot or potato chip. Ryou hadn't gotten back in town until a couple of days ago. He'd been on holiday since last week, visiting family in Britain.

"So," Ryou began after they'd finished eaten and taken to reclining on the grassy hill. "Tristan's told me what happened."

Right. Yugi sighed. Just because Ryou was out of the country, didn't mean he wouldn't be caught up with the daily news via Tristan 'Big Mouth' Taylor.

Yugi turned his head to the side and said lowly, "What about it?"

Ryou glanced over his shoulder, secretively thumbing over his hands. "You know I wouldn't ask if I wasn't concerned, Yugi. Making change is no joke, especially when dealing with the Red Eyes. I'm just glad it didn't go further than it had."

"I had it under control."

"I hardly count being jumped as under control. You're lucky you only suffered bruised ribs and a sprang wrist," Ryou said and glanced to the side, staring at Yugi's close-eyed profile. "Why would you risk your life like that? You should've just given them the money."

Yugi jack knifed up to sit crossed legged and pierced Ryou with a terrible frown. "So I should just give in to their demands like some whimpering dog? No thanks, I'll pass. I've had enough of having people run over me."

"It was better to be cautious by giving them the money than and living to see another day."

Yugi shook his head. "Me and grandpa need that money, Ryou. The shop's barely getting by as it is with all the violence they throw out every day. Demanding I pay three hundred was pushing it. We would've never been able to keep up with the fees."

"You could've asked for it," Ryou stressed somewhat timidly. "I wouldn't have mind helping you with the difference."

Yugi's face twisted like he'd tasted lemon juice. "Not that I wouldn't appreciate the help, but there is a little something called pride. You think you can leave mine intact or would you rather I grow a vagina?"

"This isn't about your silly pride, Yugi. You could've been killed." This time Ryou sat up and spoke with more fire in his brown eyes. "Money's nothing compared to your life. Did you even consider the consequences? Red Eyes don't always keep their word. You could've been beaten, sure, but who's to say you wouldn't have died from your injuries, or worst been physically incapable of doing things?"

"I don't need a lecture about my decisions," Yugi sneered, turning to fully face his friend. "I did what I needed too to make sure my grandpa was safe and the shop wasn't harmed. If you think I'm a fool for using my body as collateral, then by all means, join the club. Believe me, Tristan harped on me for being an idiot for two straight days and had Tea, Rebecca and Duke fussing as back up."

"That's only because we're concerned!"

"No, it's because you don't think I can handle things my way!" Yugi has had enough of this. If he wanted to be scolded, he could've let Tristan take care of that. Hearing how stupid it was to risk his life, how lucky he was to still be alive and all that jazz, was getting on his nerves. Yugi jerkily gathered his school things before climbing to his feet. "I don't regret what I did for a minute, Ryou. If I had to do it again, I would. Nobody's gonna push me around anymore. I had enough of that from Heba." Yugi turned on his heel prepared to leave when a slow whisper cuffed him in place.

"You're one of the few who still trusts me . . . even treats me like I'm human. You think I'd honestly fuss this much if it wasn't because I was scared to lose you?"

The angry hitch in Yugi's shoulders bowed down as he looked behind himself. Ryou's legs were curled up to his chest, arms crossed over the knees and brown eyes half closed to the world, staring off at the sea of students below. Yugi's eyes shifted from side to side thinking, then rolled his eyes and stomped back over, to squat by Ryou's side.

"Ryou." Yugi cupped his friend's shoulder and squeezed. "You won't lose me. Don't you think if I didn't know what I was doing, I'd do it anyway?"

Ryou dipped his face in the crook of his arms. "Yes," he murmured, voice muffled. "I know you would. You're the one I worry about the most."

"You shouldn't have too." Yugi stretched his arm out to tugged Ryou close, laying his head on the white haired teen's head. "I'm alive now, Ryou. Shouldn't that count for something?"

A soft chuckle. "I see. Live for the moment, instead of dwelling on the past and all that, eh?" Ryou softly bumped his head to Yugi's. "Your choice in words as usual has perfect timing. You've always been good at that."

"I know," Yugi murmured. He pulled away, his eyes silently traveling over Ryou's arm. He glanced up again, sadness entering the depths of his purple eyes. "But just as I don't want to talk about what I do, I doubt you're willing to talk about that." He gestured with his index finger.

Ryou didn't bother to hide it as Yugi slipped his finger under his sleeve and rolled it up. "Damn," Yugi hissed. He hooked his other hand around Ryou's collar and shifted it down too, eyes widening. From the arch of Ryou's neck to the ball of his shoulder were fleshy bloats of blue and tender faints of black. Bruises; and lots of them too.

All the staring made Ryou uncomfortable so he loosened himself and scooted away, "They're nothing."

Yugi's lips pursed.

"Really," Ryou insisted a little stronger. "It was an accident. I ran into a locker door on my way to P.E."

"And against some cosmic probability, it hit your neck and shoulder," Yugi said skeptically. "I mean, if that's what you wanna go with, have at it. But I'm curious." Yugi crawled around and squatted right in Ryou's face. "How the hell can a locker door suddenly sprout out and chop you in the neck? Was it alive? Because if so, I gotta warn the principal we've got possessed locker doors chopping students in the throat."

Ryou lifted his head at last, blinked, then burst out laughing. It was a long, shy laughter behind his hand as if the very sound might offend anyone near. Yugi ruffled his friend's hair and stood.

"I love to hear you laugh," Yugi mused softly. "It's cute."

Ryou's stopped like someone kicked his mouth shut. His face flared red as a poker as his lips tooted to the side, "Ignorant wanker." Ryou stood up as well, dusting the loosened blades of grass and dirt off his pants. "You better be glad my boyfriend isn't here."

Yugi feigned a shudder. "Yeah, who'd want to deal with that tight ass."

"Come on now, he's not that bad."

"Whatever you say," Yugi said. They walked on to finish up the rest of today's classes. The same as before, Yugi was surrounded by his friends and earned a proper smack on the back of head by Tristan when they arrived to class.

Again, Yugi was absolutely grateful for today being Friday. As soon as the school bell rung, he was pre-prepared for the crowd to form and had his books, pencils, pens and homework stuffed in his bag. The door couldn't open fast enough. He gripped the doorknob and shot out like home base was being dragged down the hall.

"Yugi!"

Hell no was Yugi stopping. He'd had enough of Tristan's mothering for the week. As if his head wasn't already hurting, Tristan had to lay an extra smack against the back of Yugi's head like the first one didn't get his point across.

Yugi was dodging through the crowded halls, sometimes with his back pressed to the wall to keep from being seen. Tristan was hot on his trail too. Yugi felt like the child hiding in the closet from a spanking. Yugi chanced a peek around a corner and slammed himself back against the wall. Tristan was asking other students if they'd seen him.

That was one of the small downfalls of being the school's all-star baseball player. Every freaking body knew who you were and his wild spikes were no help. Yugi spied around the corner one last time and smiled. Tristan was gone. Good. Yugi darted his eyes from end of the hall to the other and ran out the metal double doors, sprinting to freedom.

But Yugi didn't stop running. As long as he was in range of the school premises, he faced being caught. The sidewalk leading to the rest of the city was all that remained and he was only a hundred meters away. Freedom tasted like the last slurp of a frosty and he would make it. He cut through the cars, dipped and ducked whenever he saw a brunet. Some of the students paused to watch him maneuver all over the place, like the stunt double for an actor. They probably thought he'd gone crazy, but asked if he cared?

When he reached three blocks down that was when Yugi took a breath and bowed to his knees, shoulders raising and falling. Safe. He couldn't believe the lengths he'd go just to avoid his best friend, but with that guy, it was understandable. Yugi had to make a pit stop anyway before heading home. The Domino City Garden Park was not too far from here. He visited every Tuesday and Friday after school to meet with the elementary students. It'd become second nature and sort of his way of displaying himself being an important role model.

Right across the city park was Domino's main public elementary school and about a few yards down was the city's highest paid private elementary school. They released at the same time and Yugi had arrived about two minutes early. The Garden Park was breathtakingly flourished today. The pavement sidewalls all spiraled and darted forward to the center like a twisted maze where an overlapping fountain spewed water. Wherever the grass grew, there were large concrete blocks blooming with different breeds of flower. Marigolds, violets, baby's breath, white and pink azaleas, and some cross breed with wild flowers. Each square shaped block had a cherry wood bench positioned in front of it for parents to watch and observe their children at play. Some would pick the flowers, while the majority wildly climbed and toyed around at the playground.

In the wide open space, Yugi tossed his back pack on a nearby bench and hoped on the concrete block to wait, rocking his legs back and forth. It wouldn't be long now. He had most of the students names memorized and had a special way of ensuring they did well in school. It was the worst kind of bribe but the parents hardly complained. They considered his skill flawless and very much appreciated the extra help.

Yugi stretched his arm out to pluck a few azalea flowers from the bush and after giving it some thought, decided to wander around some other blossoms. He had his arm full when a bunch of squealing voices stopped him.

"Eeeep, guy's Yugi's here, Yugi's here! Come on Mama, we gotta hurry!"

"Hurry daddy, hurry!"

Yugi's smile was wide and bright. He lifted his hand up in a high wave, "What's up kids?" The students, all from different parts of town, races, ages and origins came stampeding to him like he held the secret to life. Today's crop was a little bigger than usual. Half them were dressed in white, and khaki pants and whole dresses with white polo shirts; the students from the public school. Then there were the private school students wearing neatly pressed dark navy blazers, pants and dresses with red ties. For once, Yugi could give himself credit for bringing the kids together without worrying about discrimination.

They all had a common goal and that was getting Yugi's autograph on their homework.

"Over here, Yugi!"

"No, me first, me first!"

"Ok, ok, settle down guys," Yugi called over the group, amused. "I promise to get everybody's books signed, but first tell me who's done well in school today?"

"Me, me, me, me, me, me!" Was all he heard for three solid minutes. That wasn't good enough for some of them, so they held up evidence of a job well done. A's and B's, good comments, and good behavior folders reflected off the sunlight like a sea of strawberry milk. Red markings were written with their teacher's names, the students and the nice marking next to it.

Yugi couldn't help it. He absorbed the blunt of the attention like a sponge. He noticed some of the parents parking and advancing from a distance to observe the amusing spectacle, taking pictures. Yugi nodded to several of them before he pulled out his pen and started writing his signature on the stretched out notebooks, projects, tests and quizzes. He answered questions the best he could and took the surprise hugs of those who wanted more than his autograph. For every little girl he saw, she received a flower in her hair and for the boys, a ruffle on the head.

"Yugi gave me a flower mommy, see? See!" One blonde haired girl excitedly told her mother. "And he said, if I make an A on my test next week, he'll push me on the swing!"

"That's wonderful sweetie."

"Dad, dad, check it out. Yugi signed my homework. And guess what he said? He said he saw me playing basketball yesterday and would get Duke Devlin to help me practice!"

"I have no doubt he will son."

There was more than a fair share of adults who took advantage of getting Yugi's autograph too. Yugi didn't segregate any of his fans. Anyone who wanted one, he'd give it free of charge, with a proud smile and a thank you for their support. Yugi grinned a lot and posed for a pictures, some were humorous, others even more silly. One little girl shrieked after Yugi signed her paper and tore off to her father's car like she was scared someone would steal it.

Within two hours, Yugi and rooted through most of the fans and finished to the few littered here and there. His right hand was cramping like no one's business and his wrist was screaming mercy. At last, when it came to giving an elderly woman his signature and a kiss on the cheek, Yugi went to take a seat on the bench and watch the children run around playing together. The private students and public students were mingled together, difference in wealth, a forgotten memory. They just played.

If only the city could take a lesson from the young . . . maybe there wouldn't be so many broken hearts or deaths to mourn.

Yugi covered his face with his hands and inhaled very slowly, eyes squeezed shut. Then he sighed and lowered his hands to his lap, gradually opening his eyes. It was going to be hell trying to forget about his big brother wasn't it? Seeing all these children playing around, some older siblings protecting their younger brothers and sisters; how could he not feel a roar of jealousy? It wasn't a day spared where Heba wouldn't bring Yugi to the park. He rarely played with him but when he did, Yugi treated the moment like discovered gold. Yugi cherished those moments quietly, his little smiles the only evidence that he'd thought about Heba.

In truth, as much as he despised being placed in Heba's shadow, that didn't stop Yugi from missing him. He missed everything; Heba's rare laugh, his scowl, the way he went quiet when Yugi asked him a question, how protective he was, when he helped Yugi with his homework and even those moments when Heba would act like Yugi didn't exist. It was a part of his personality. Yugi missed everything about his brother. If he could trade in having his brother and being miserable instead of living after Heba's death and being miserable, Yugi would gladly pick the first.

His eyes stung. Yugi swiped at his moist eyes to detour the tears threatening to fill his eyes. He took slow, even breathes, until the sting of loss subsided.

"Excuse me."

Yugi controlled his reaction with a small twitch and glanced out of his hands. A small girl stood three feet away, staring at him with fascinated eyes. She was—Yugi blinked—wow. She was so fair that she seemed almost to be made of crystal – small, fragile looking crystal with a beautiful soft smile. Her long hair was amazingly fine and white, like airless starlight. She was dressed in the private school's uniform, a navy blue blazer, skirt and hat with red tie. Her face was smooth and shining and when the wind blew, Yugi's nostrils flared at the scent of baby lotion and lavender.

Yugi raised an eyebrow and scanned around the park for her parents. He didn't see anyone around who looked close to being related to her. He glanced back at her and smiled, "My name's Yugi Muto," he said. "I don't think you're supposed to be talking to strangers, love. Are your parents around?"

The girl shook her head, disregarding his question, and came forwards, staring at Yugi critically and quite frankly with biggest the pair of blue eyes he'd ever seen. Yugi fought the impulse to touch his face or hair in case something might be on either.

The girl stared at him, and finally said, "You have pretty eyes."

Yugi blushed, "Thanks I guess." Being complimented by a child was very, well, illegal sounding.

"Hm," the girl made a thinking noise, looked Yugi's face over then nodded. "You're Yugi Muto," she said as if Yugi had passed some test and then held out her notebook. "I made an A on my test today and I spelled my name ten times all by myself. Can I have your autograph?"

Yugi gave it to her, ignoring the reviving ache in his hand.

When she stuffed her prize away, she bowed at the waist, "Thank you," and scurried away to where the swings were. Yugi watched her leave, the scent of her trailing off like a discarded ribbon.

Yugi gave the park another glance around. No one around had her looks. He wondered if she'd come alone. It wasn't his business, but he wouldn't leave a child out alone who looked as she did. And for good reason. As soon as Yugi glanced up, he saw where the swings were once overwhelmed with children, suddenly disburse as soon as the pale child picked a swing to sit on. None of them dared to go near her. The child seemed almost suited to the reaction as she settled on the middle swing and kicked her feet out.

Yugi didn't miss the envious glances she sent to the other children or the way her shoulders rose and fell with deep heaves. She couldn't bring herself to swing anymore and just floated on the rubber saddle, to watch. Yugi vaguely noticed something else disturbing. When a child wandered too close, one of the parents came forward to usher them to another part of the playground.

That wasn't right. Yugi's eyes followed after one such parent scolding her son for getting too close to that little girl and they promptly left the park.

The girl pretended to stare at the circles in the sand made by her feet, her blue eyes timidly peeking, almost hopeful that at least one child would come and play.

No such luck. Yugi knew that feeling. It wasn't until middle school when he obtained one friend and later on he'd gained more. No child deserved to be lonely. He grabbed his book bag and made his way over, ignoring the awestruck expressions and gasps. When Yugi reached her, he grunted as he kneeled next to her. She had her blue eyes opened wide, staring forward as large tears fell from the corners like ice water.

Yugi followed her line of vision. There were several girls around her age playing hop scotch and hide and go seek. "You can join them if you want. I'm sure they wouldn't mind."

The girl kept staring. "I want too, but I can't." Her legs bent forward and back. "No one wants to be my friend."

Yugi tilted his head. "Everyone needs a friend."

"Not me. I'm different."

"So am I."

The girl paused where her feet were bent back, seeming to find the grains of sand more interesting. Then, at last, she turned her watery cobalt eyes at Yugi. "But people like you."

"That's because I'm different." Yugi grunted, pushing himself up and went to occupy the swing on her left. His legs hunched up from the short distance from the ground to him.

It made the girl giggle. "You're too big to swing."

"Maybe, but that doesn't stop me from trying." Yugi awkwardly stretched his legs out and pushed forward. It was far too small and tight for him to fit his 5'6 frame but he held on and gave it a go anyway. He hurt his foot when it landed too close to the ground, but it earned him the little girl's cherry sweet giggles. "I'm Yugi by the way," he said offering his hand when he stopped.

More giggles, "I know silly. You told me before."

Yugi withdrew his hand to scratch behind his head bashfully. "Right, so I did. May I have your name, please?"

"Um." The little girl gazed over her shoulder nervously, then turned back to look up at Yugi. At his contagiously bright smile, she smiled back and said, "Kisara. Kisara Hassan."

"Kisara Hassan, huh? That's a very beautiful name."

Kisara blushed, "Thank you." She softly beamed up at him. "You're really nice, Mr. Muto."

"You're sweet, but call me Yugi. Everyone else does."

Kisara nodded and went quiet. She hummed on her swing and glanced between Yugi and the sand, biting her lower lip. She looked like she was debating on something and started fidgeting with the chain links.

"Are you OK?" asked Yugi.

"Um," she gulped. "Wanna be friends?"

Yugi was completely taken off guard. Kisara's face flushed bright like a strawberry as she looked to the ground, terrified of his reaction.

Yugi saved her the suspense and reached out to tug her hat. "Sure, I'd love too."

Kisara gasped and blinked and stared at Yugi like he'd spoke another language. "Really?"

"Yeah, everyone needs a friend."

Kisara positively glowed and felt her body jolting with electric mirth. "Could you push me? Push me real high?"

"Sure," Yugi circled around and pulled the reels of her swing back and pushed forward. The first pushes gave her a leveled pace, but soon she was crying out with joy and high pitched squeals. Yugi lost track of the time the longer he stayed pushing Kisara on the swing. She'd asked him to catch when she boldly jumped without warning. Yugi scrambled around to catch the airborne child and crashed to the ground, breaking most of her fall with his body.

Kisara wasn't harmed at all. In fact she would've asked to go again, had a deep voice not interrupted her.

"Kisara!"

Yugi's face went ash white as he quickly straightened Kisara on the ground and stepped away. Whoever was coming, he didn't want them to get the wrong idea. He didn't think he'd done anything wrong, but some parents had a different way of assuming situations. Yugi soon gathered his wits and courage and turned around to face whoever was coming.

Yugi's entire body locked up; paralyzed like a deer spotting a jaguar. There was a tall man with hair the color of spilled wine in the middle of a lightning storm, stalking toward them. His shoulders were wide and board beneath a white short-sleeve Ralph Lauren polo shirt. His arms weren't monstrously thick but there were ropes and cords of muscles that said he'd fought many battles and won. His chest seemed to have a silhouette of swelled pectorals, a chiseled abdominal area and . . . damn. Yugi noticed those gray jean-clad legs seemed to go on for miles, or hell years.

He was exotically breathtaking. Yugi's eyes helped themselves to admiring the chestnut skin tone and the way they seemed to reflect in what was left of the afternoon sun. The closer he came, the more stacked in size and height he truly was until stopping no more than two feet from Yugi, towering the teen by a shameful five or six inches.

Glory, was he real? A few strands of the stranger's blond hair fought away from the rest and lay scattered on his forehead, and hovered above his autumn rich eyes. They were dazzling; like looking through a pool of chilled Merlot.

"Oh, hello, Daddy," Kisara greeted.

Daddy? Who? Yugi failed miserably to hide the surprise in his eyes. This was Kisara's father? This regal looking god of fine, was her father? He watched the father swing his daughter up in his arms, without a show of effort and together, father and daughter stared at Yugi.

Wait, now with their faces together, Yugi did see a pinch here and there of similarity. The nose maybe, and perhaps the shape of her face—

"Who are you?"

Yugi's eyebrows shot pass his hairline. He stared like a complete fool. And could who blame him? When the man spoke it was like thunder had resonated from in Yugi's stomach and deeped south

"He's my friend, Daddy," said Kisara. She wiggled around to see Yugi's face. "His name's Yugi Muto. He played with me and signed my homework. Oh Daddy, guess what? Yugi says I can have friends even if I'm different."

The man's eyes narrowed. "Did he now?"

Yugi raised his hands in useless protest of his innocence. "I hadn't meant any harm, sir. I was only making sure she was safe. I didn't see anyone around, so . . ." he let his voice trail away in hopes of not offending this person and that he'd catch the hint. When all he received was the thin glare of the man's eyes, Yugi quickly straightened and bowed at the waist. "I sincerely apologize for going near your daughter I was only looking out for her safety. She didn't have anyone else around, so I took it upon myself to keep an eye on her. If I've offended you in anyway, I truly am sorry."

Yugi waited as silence prevailed after his speech. He'd never intended to cause worry, but his overly stupid conscious got the better of him and he couldn't just leave a small girl all alone. Yugi felt his back starting to ache when a small voice jolted him upright.

"Daddy, quit it. You're making your Halloween face again," Kisara fussed, wagging her finger. "Stop being mean. You're scaring my friend."

The man snorted. "He shouldn't be afraid of me unless he's done something wrong. By the way, Miss Mouth, we're gonna have a nice, long talk when we get home about talking to folks you don't know. Am I clear?"

Kisara sighed and tucked her face in her father's neck. "Yes, Daddy."

The man turned his attention to Yugi and held out his hand, "I guess I should say thanks. I wasn't far from the playground. I try to give her space to play, but I don't want a lot of people getting close to her either."

Yugi took the offered hand. "I shouldn't be surprised. She's a very beautiful girl. I'd keep an eye on her too incase some sicko tried to take her. Then I'd have to show off my tough guy side."

"Tough guy side?" the man repeated skeptically. "A young buck like you? You barely look old enough to be potty trained."

Yugi forgot all about his previous anxiety and glared the man up and down like he'd shrunk a few inches, "I'm eighteen with seventeen years of pissing in a toilet." He folded his arms. "Are you young enough to know how it works or do you depend on a diaper, sir?" Yugi dragged the final word like razor across paper.

"I'm old enough to remember and teach you how it works, young buck." The man got a kick out of Yugi's sputter choke.

Yugi recovered fast and countered. "Better make sure it's this side of the brain." He pointed to the his right side of his head. "I heard the cells last well into eighty."

"How old do you think I am?"

Yugi opened, thought about it, and quickly shut his mouth. No way was he touching that with a nine in a half foot pole. But could he really back down now? Yugi mentally shrugged and answered anyway, "Twenty-three."

"I'm flattered. Add another twoyears."

Yugi gasped, "You're twenty-five? No way, you barely look it."

The man winked, "Keep it up, young buck. I love a good ass kisser." Yugi jumped a little when the man's callous thumb stroked over his palm before letting go. "What part of Domino are you from?" the man asked, wine eyes a shade brighter than before.

"The south border."

The brightest dimmed. "Any association to the Red Eyes?"

Yugi pressed his lips together. "No way, I'm neutral. I don't affiliate myself with any gang. Red or Blue."

The spark returned with a half-lidded, almost alluring hue as the man's full caramel lips turned up a saucy smirk. "A wise decision. Staying neutral ensures a decent living."

"And keeps my family and friends safe." Yugi's eyes trailed over the man's shoulder. The sky was purpling along the horizon. He'd stayed longer than necessary. Too bad he couldn't stay procrastinate a little more from going home. He was enjoying this conversation. "I really have to get going. It was nice talking to you Mr. Hassan."

"Mr. Hassan is my father. My name's Atem."

"That's informal sir."

"I'm an informal kind of guy."

Yugi's cheeks warmed. It could be his imagination playing tricks but he felt, as well as heard, Atem's earthquake voice vibrate in his chest. The older man wasn't flirting was he? No. God, no. Hell no. No way.

"It's only fair," Atem continued nonchalantly. "I'll call you Yugi and you call me Atem. Unless you're too good for casual acquaintances," he asked lifting a thin eyebrow.

"You say that like we'll see each other again."

"I have no doubt we will, Yugi."

Gracious, this man was a walking sin. Why did the sound of Yugi's name coming from those lips remind him of the first step into a Jacuzzi or even the first sip of hot chocolate in front of a fireplace? It didn't come off like this man was casually pronouncing Yugi's name. He tasted every syllable, like nibbling the tip of a strawberry.

Yugi hardly tried to disguise his response to the flirt and peered up into those grape colored eyes and said, "Maybe we will."

"There's no maybe about it," Atem said just as deep, just as enticing and just as seductive. "Don't play with the big boys, young buck. A man sampling a buffet always returns for more."

"If he finds it appetizing enough to come back," Yugi countered. He winked and pivoted on his heel, letting the final part of the conversation be left in the air. He gathered his things, feeling the intense stare burning through his back. Yugi hiked on his book bag and waved. "I'll see you tomorrow Kisara! Bye Atem!"

Kisara offered a wide wave, "Bye Yugi, see you tomorrow!"

The father-daughter duo observed the teen walk down the park toward the sidewalk and down the road until he turned and disappeared.

"You like him, I see," Atem said to his daughter.

Kisara nodded, laying her head on his shoulder. "Yugi's my friend, Daddy. And his eyes are my favorite color." She pulled away to look at his profile. "May I play with him again? I like him."

Atem was looking the corner where Yugi turned with an interest that he determined a renewal for the hunt. Yugi Muto huh? 'Hn, cute,' Atem inwardly smirked and thought. 'The kid better watch himself though. Tempting a lion with a steak could lead to some very dangerous consequences.'

Trinity Mansion

Trinity Mansion was by far the most impressively lit sanctuary on Friday evening. Windows pulsated with colorful lights, classical bass drummed from the speakers and visitors in various forms of formal attire decorated the grounds, inside and out. The wealthy, the famous, the gloriously beautiful, and anyone who was anybody made their appearances for Maximillion Pegasus's Annual Fairness Ball. Spotlights sprouting from the largely manicured lawn, swayed up in the night sky, acting as the guiding lighthouses to those who needed directions or to advertise the activities taking place.

Five luxury styled vehicles simultaneously drove down the red bricked path way, through the tall golden gates with the initials M.S.

Each had less than a two foot space limited between them, more close knit then a political escort. They coiled around a circular driveway, where the statue of an onyx carved dragon with glowing red eyes centered. The front of the house was a gaped mouth filtering golden lights through the massive mahogany double doors. The building was three stories tall, boosted somewhere between 20-30 bedrooms, kitchens, foyers and living rooms.

The first car in the line of five was a royal blue 2012 Cadillac CTS with all the trimmings of a brand new car. It had spider chrome rims extended an inch from the tires and deadly bass system drowning out the pitifully bass coming from the house. Regulators by Warren G and Nate Dog, exploded into the surrounding area, demanding attention be drawn to the occupant stepping out. The second car was 2010 dark blue Cadillac Escalade EXT sporting tri-pointed silver rims, playing Return of the Mack by Morrison just as loud as the first car.

The third car was a cerulean 2012 Camaro on solid black rims with the back truck extruding chest rumbling music called War by Magic. The fourth car behind was a cobalt blue and white pin striped 2010 Charger SXT with the only set of white wall tires. The bass was a sick stereo system streaming I'm Back by T.I. The last car was a powder blue 2011 Corvette C7, playing All Eyes on Me by Tupac Shakur.

All conversation stopped, all eyes were centered on the several individuals standing around the fountain as if gods had stepped forth. Atem cracked a smile. That's how he wanted it. The scent of Icy Haze wisped out of his car and from the lit blunt between his fingers. The Blue Eyes leader took a long drag and flicked the smoke to the side, regal eyes scanning every face in the vicinity behind his sunglasses. There were countless cars lined around the property and valets escorting all of them to the back yard and along the black iron fence. Of course, they wouldn't dare come near the cars of the Blue Eye Aces.

Atem snorted at the thought. They knew better than to touch his ride.

All of the Blue Eye Aces were dressed better than some of the guests here. Atem "T.O.G." Hassan was in a Calvin Klein jet black suit with a cobalt vest. Seth "D.O.G." Hassan was in an all-around black body slim fit Armani suit with his royal blue tie. Shada "O.G." Hassan wore a three piece white Calvin Klein suit with a navy blue vest and tie. Isis "O.Y.L." Hassan was wearing a sequin gold cocktail dress designed by MNM with a dark blue neck tie and matching blue shoes. The last was the youngest of the group, Marik "Y.G." Hassan wearing a Hugo Boss pressed dark blue pinstriped suit.

Atem's ear picked up the sounds of Lindsey Sterling's Crystallize Dubstep violin music pouring from inside, overwhelming the music coming from the Hassan cars. Atem rolled his eyes. Trust Max to do the most at any given party. He flicked his wrist once and all the car engines shut off with a press of the car buttons.

"You see him anywhere?" Seth asked when he came to his cousin's side.

Atem looked around againl. "No, he's fashionably late as always. Yami will arrive towards the end. He hates crowds and hates coming here even more."

"He hates being controlled."

"He hates being made out a pussy," Atem corrected, amused. "I don't blame him either." He jutted his chin to a few onlookers and started for the house. "Let's get this over with. Max's gonna talk through his neck tonight and I don't have time to massage his ego."

The rest of the crew filed in behind the family leader, heads held high, and eyes forward. Atem stalled at the top stone step when robustly loud music started playing from every direction. He had to control his urge to twitch when the Red Eye Spades came rolling down the pathway with cars as finely polished as his crew. He'd recognize Yami's crimson 2013 Cadillac XTS and black chrome rims anywhere. T.I., Lil Wayne, Drake, Mary J. Blige and Nicki Minaj thundered in beat and rhythm as the cars dramatically whirled around the opposite side of the fountain, Yami's car just a touch away from grazing Atem's front grill.

"Swag-jacking asses," mumbled Marik, pushing back some of his blond hair. "Red bloods always trying to outdo us."

Atem agreed but found the whole spectacle amusing. Hell, he found Yami's entire personality amusing. He rarely seen the younger man laugh or so much as crack a smile; as if he had to assure the world he was this cold killer. Granted, he was, but then again, so was Atem.

The entire Red Eye chain of command walked toward the entrance, capturing the surrounding audience's attention just as the Blue Eyes had. Atem kept his eyes solely on Yami as he came forth, dressed in a paste white Valentino tuxedo with a blood red neckerchief. The two men stayed locked in gaze up to when Yami reached the top step.

Atem grinned behind his glasses, plenty of fire licking at his merlot irises.

Yami's face was so frozen, unmoved and his eyes so dark, he could've been mistaken for a demon sculpture.

The rest of the gang members stared their opposites down, a furious ping-pong of glares.

None of the younger ranks mattered to Atem. There was only one man he'd never turn his back on and he was the one before him. The same applied to Yami. He'd turn his back on anyone but Atem.

"Young Blood," Atem greeted.

"Atem," Yami returned just as curtly. "Shall we?"

"Of course," Atem swiped his wrist forward, gesturing for everyone to step through the doorway. Him and Yami took the first step and entered into the exquisite marble and alabaster décor. The main foyer was enormous and filled from elbow to wall with guests of all ages.

A frail young man with long black hair and sharp emerald eyes, dressed in a simple black tuxedo, approached the awaited gang members. His right hand toyed around with a pair of red and blue dice, and his left was shoved in his pocket. "This your whole crew?" he questioned.

The leaders nodded.

"Good, nobody else is allowed in the main room." The young man looked everyone in the eye at least once, not fazed in the least by the aura of power exuding from the gangs. "The same rules apply as they do every year. No killing, no attacks, and no outlandish attempts to assault your enemies. This is Medium territory and it will be respected. Should anyone even think of squeezing through the cracks, you will be neutralized on the spot. Capeesh?" He didn't wait for anyone to answer because he expected the rules to be followed down to the last period. "Follow me."

They left the crowd behind, following the Medium's Pioneer. He led them to a room upstairs and to the far right, following the marble railings. It was the last room near a tall panel window and where view of the entire ballroom was visible. This was Pegasus's study, where he handled anything relatable to the balancing the three powers in Domino City. He, was head representative of the Medium's gang alongside, Zigfried von Schroeder and his young pionner, Duke Devlin. They regulated peace, organization and cooperation, and stopped pontential corruption within the city's government, as much as they could manage between the gangs in order to keep the civilians safe.

Pegasus was sitting behind his desk with Zigfried to his right and Duke stationing himself to the man's left in a red velvet armchair, flopping down and throwing his legs over the side. "Ladies and Gentleman, so glad you all could grace us with your presence," Pegasus greeted with a long swoosh of his hand. "Please do be seated. This meeting won't be long."

Atem stepped forth to shake hands with his longtime friend. "Pegasus, it's been ages since I last saw you.

"And I you, my dear boy. You've grown marvelously," Pegasus said. "Things have been quiet since your trip to Egypt but now, not so much."

"I can't imagine why."

Pegasus nodded to Yami. "Yami Sennen, you're looking well."

"So are you, Max," Yami mumbled.

Pegasus stepped from around his desk, heading to the side bar stand. "Before we jump start this meeting, why not have a few drinks? My bars full so everything's on me. What are you having? The usual?"

"Hennessy."

"Brandy."

Yami and Atem answered at the same time. They shared a look, and turned away. Pegasus hid a smile as he poured the men their drinks and offered them over. The rest of the members declined and took their seats behind their leaders. The room's tension boiled as unsettling as the top over brewing soup. Max felt as well as sensed the animosity threatening to burst forth and knew it was asking for trouble when forcing two rival gangs to sit in the same room. But he would have order and the lives of many depended on him to hand a leash on these fools.

"This meeting is in order," Zigfried announced and stepped into the center beside his partner and friend. "We'll begin with the rumors circulating across town of a potential gang war being planned on both sides of the Medium border. What say you in the name of these accusations?" he directed to the leaders.

Atem casually sipped his drink. "I haven't been back in town awhile and already shit's brewing. How long have these rumors been spreading?"

"A month."

"Then I'm not at fault. Perhaps Yami has more information on it then me," Atem saluted his glass to his rival.

Yami narrowed his eyes, "I've heard no such thing. You're being fed false details from the wrong mouth and possibly an even dumber source."

Duke tossed and caught his dice. "Our sources aren't as dumb as you think. Evidence leads to payoffs to the police departments. Someone's bribing political leaders and there was an increase on both sides in membership. Atem, you've been counted from thirty three to now fifty sets. Yami you've bumped up from thirty six to forty eight sets. The recruited ages rank lower than eighteen. How do you plan to defend that?"

Pegasus twirled his wine glass, a smile masking the darkened gleam in his eyes. "Gentleman, should we have reason to worry? After all, we've made it quite clear that recruitment of children was forbidden." Pegasus looked at the leaders with a different stare. "An agreement was dealt here years ago. No one's recruiter is to step foot on a playground, near schools or orphanages."

"War within the city boundaries is against regulation," Zigfried reminded coldly. "We've divided the city with the center line as Medium Territory. Anyone who enters this section is off limits to you."

Pegasus shifted his gaze to Atem, "You especially have tried too many times to stretch the rules, my boy. Soldiers from your sector were witnessed attacking a civilian within the Red Eye division. You're given grounds to take care of the rebellious members otherwise; I'll have no choice but to force my hand." Then he turned to face Yami. "As for you, you've been responsible for the injuries of several Blue Eyes. Need I remind you of the consequences of your actions?"

Atem's smile vanished as he leveled Yami with a heated look, "Regulating the pests, are you?"

Yami tilted his head, "Something like that," he sipped his drink. "If they're not stomped early, they tend to multiple. You know how difficult it is to get rid of roaches, don't you?"

"Not at all," Atem chuckled darkly. "I get rid of my mine in a more subtle approach. I hardly notice they're there." Atem saluted his drink to Yami and schooled his lips from smirking when the younger leader's face lines sharpened.

"Regardless of the excuses gentlemen," Pegasus interrupted. "You're both threading on thin ice. Friends we all may be, but the care of the city's people come first."

"They shouldn't be meddlin' around on our turf to begin with," Joey suddenly spat from behind. "Blue bloods know the rules, but they keep finding ways to sneak around 'em. I say if you got the balls to waltz in, you got the guts to get shot. Simple."

Marik snickered, "You talk a lot of shit for somebody who got his ass handed to him a year ago."

"And who nearly got his head lopped off in the process?" Joey shot back. "Get the fuck outta here. We can settle this shit here and now, you blond haired Barbie!"

Marik jumped out of his chair. "Bring it then, red blood!"

"It's been brought!" Joey hopped from his seat too. "I got all night to dish this ass whoopin'!"

"Hey, hey, hey, sit down and shut the hell up!" Duke intervened angrily. "What did I say outside the room? No fighting within Medium Territory!"

The two men settled down but not without sending warning hand signs to the other of a promised death. The disturbed meeting crackled with tension. Pegasus knew it'd been long enough for the members to be near one another and called the meeting adjourned. He instructed Yami and Atem to attend another meeting alone sometime next month on activities. The gang members left the building, ignoring the open stares, glares and whispers.

Atem paused at the top step. Yami did the same, gazing up at the dark sky. Atem reached in his pocket for a rolled Purple Haze blunt and lit it. He took one long pull and sighed the mist through his nostrils, "So, you've been extending your lines," he stated more then asked. "Dangerous move, Yami. I'm gone for two months and you think it's ok to show your ass by taking out some of my soldiers," he chuckled shortly. "Very foolish, Young Blood."

Yami closed and opened his eyes. "Then explain to your foot soldiers not to intrude on private land. I have order to maintain and should your fools fail to realize this, the same will happen to any other blue blood entering Red Eye territory. Keep your nasty soldiers off my land, Atem. I played nice before. I don't plan on giving second chances."

"Warning heeded," Atem casually murmured. "Remember, Young Blood. Steel's cold as blue ice."

"And blood bleeds red," Yami said.

Atem's eyes slid close as the drugging effects of his smoke sunk into him. He followed Yami, a step behind as his lips curled into a wicked smirk. He lifted his hand and made a shooting gesture with his finger, "Two can play that game."

This was stupid, so very, very stupid. Yugi clutched the lunch bag of money he kept rolled between his stomach and waistband as he wandered across the threshold of the Red Eye streets. It'd taken him seconds, minutes, hours and a day to conjure up enough bravery to sneak out of his grandfather's game shop and travel down the blocks. He chose the middle of the afternoon to take care of his mission because the less amount of guardianship over the homes and stores.

So far, so good. Yugi counted his blessings. When he first started, there'd been several gang members patrolling the sidewalks. He'd dodged them in the cracks of buildings and acting as if he were walking in a direction other than where he heard the O.G. operated from. There was a large two story house, one of maybe seven, the O.G. worked in depending on the day of the week. Today was Saturday.

Yugi managed to weasel the information out of Ryou on which house the O.G. was calling the shots from today and it just so happened to be the one house in the heart of the Red Eye Spades. He knew he was getting closer. White picket fences were swallowed by Spade symbols, RES letters, and RIP painted tombstones with names written in the center. The rolling tunes of hip hop and rap music loudly bumped from every direction, playing Yugi's ribs like a piano.

He rounded the corner of a raggedy sling house and came up to circular dead end. He was surprised. The houses positioned around the round driveway were nice as the usual suburban brick home; lawns were nicely trimmed, the bushes manicured in spheres and cubes and there wasn't a broken window in sight. Yugi's lips grimly pursed. Figures the Red Eye leader would live in such luxurious dwellings while the rest of the neighborhood suffered.

"Hey you!"

Yugi froze dead in his tracks. He glanced over his shoulder and saw four guys stalking toward him. He paled. They were runners. He glanced at the house ahead, hoping the center red brick structure was the one he needed to go too and looked over his shoulder. He didn't have time to stop. Yugi forced his feet to beat the pavement when one of the large teens slung their fist around and missed. Yugi's feet ate up the sidewalk in long strides. He peeked over his shoulder and grinned.

They didn't stand a chance against him. Yugi was one of the fastest on his baseball team and he practiced track in middle school. There was no way they'd catch him.

A flash of red appeared out the corner of Yugi's eyes. He gasped and dipped his head down to miss a swinging baseball bat. He hadn't noticed that member and now saw his presence had alerted the rest of the hidden guards from within the lining houses. "Shit!" Yugi cussed his dumb luck. The main house up ahead was being cluttered on either side by men in red t-shirts, hoodies, pants and sweats. Some were holding bats, others had sticks and worst, the sun's reflection of metal had Yugi's feet surging to get there.

Yugi sidestepped an assailant's quick jags and hurried around another's jutted foot. His back leg caught a crack in the sidewalk. Yugi lost his footing and fell right into a fist. His head snapped back hard, a dark dizziness promising an even worst beating if he dropped. Yugi landed on his good hand and kicked his leg out, tripping the one who clocked him. Yugi jumped back to his feet and tore down the road. There were maybe ten, a dozen or more Red Eyes sprinting after him.

"Get back here, fuckin' pussy!"

They screamed and hollered. Yugi bypassed the third house closest to the main house but didn't make it. A hand snagged his gray hoodie and yanked down. He was dragged to the asphalt and immediately devoured by sneaker prints and fists. Yugi curled the best he could to protect himself. His back was ablaze with sharp kicks. His legs were littered with punches, drilling him like cannon fire. Yugi buckled when thousands of hands pulled at his arms and legs.

"Oi, what the fuck is goin' on out here?!"

Everyone froze. That single voice halted the assault like a spray hose to a pack of dogs. Yugi scarcely peeked his eyes through the cracks of his arms to see who his momentary savior was. His whole body weakened with relief.

J.R. stood at the stop of the stairs of the main house, wearing a black wife beater and low riding blue jeans, chewing a tooth pick. His hazel brown eyes scanned over the grunts until landing with widening recognition on the targeted victim. Joey ran a hand through his blond hair and sucked his teeth, "Are you fuckin' serious," he grumbled, descending down the stairs. The gang members parted way for him like the red sea and watched as he squatted down next to their victim.

"We caught 'em tryin' to sneak in, sir," one of the runners informed. "We didn't know if he was a blue blood or not."

Joey snorted, "Hell no, this fool ain't with the Blue Eyes. Hey, get yer ass up, stupid." Joey used one hand to wind Yugi's hoodie in his hand and yanked him to his feet. "The rest of you's can scatta'. The kid's with me."

"You sure, Boss?"

"What'd I just say?" Joey snapped to whoever said that. "I told ya, he's cool. Now beat it!"

The group hesitantly disbursed, leveling Yugi with deadly glares before disappearing back indoors and their other hiding places. Yugi didn't feel himself breathe easier until the last one vanished. "Thanks," he bowed to his savior. "I thought they were gonna kill me."

"Tsk, wasn't nothin' kid. But what the hell are ya doin' way out here in the Grove? You know what could've happened if I hadn't come when I did? You'd be street pizza."

"I know," Yugi bowed again and again, very grateful.

"Hey, hey ease up wit' that," grumbled Joey, popping Yugi on the head when he ducked again. "Now, what the hell do ya want?"

Yugi rubbed his head before reaching in his waistband for the stack of cash. "I wanted to return this. Is the O.G. here?"

"Are you—oh fuck me sideways," Joey face palmed himself. "Is that why you came here? I should've let them wear ya scrawny' ass out if you were comin' for something this stupid."

Yugi lowered the package a little. "It's not stupid. I'm doing what's right. Is he here or not? I wanna talk to him myself."

"No dice kid, I'm as close as you're gettin' to O.G."

Yugi jerked his head to the side, like he was contemplating running around Joey. He swallowed twice, looking at J.R. then at the house. Protesting died in his throat when he thought of reasoning with the older blond. J.R.'s hazel eyes narrowed. Yugi thinned his eyes angrily and stepped back, admitting defeat. The money was crinkled between his fingers as he stared at the package and at the wall of muscle blocking him from his goal. He had the right mind to risk going for the house anyway when he heard the front door slid open and a voice as deep as outer space came through.

"Joey, what's going on out here?"

Yugi looked. . . . And looked. . . . And gazed. In this intense sense of déjà vu, Yugi felt tangled in this web of consuming fascination. There was the O.G. It was really him and Yugi could see why the man was feared. He was tall with a lithe frame and crimson, ebony and blond hairs blended in an untamed disarray, like a crowned masterpiece. His shoulders were strong bearing and board with tattoos of a spade and RES roping up his right arm and traveled up the side of his neck. Yugi's mouth dried. The man's torso had years of built experience in them. Muscles embraced his arms, his firm chest and surfer abs. And those legs, wow. There didn't seem to be an end.

His stance screamed, no, it commanded power. Even dressed in the oversized gray sweatpants and a red wife beater, he looked on like he was ready for battle. Yugi gulped and felt glued to the road, staring like a fool. Yugi felt like he was caught in a predator's hypnotic gaze. The O.G.'s dangerous aura was no longer a fable myth now. Yugi knew it was real.

"Nothin', just that dumb Yugi kid, I told ya 'bout."

The man cocked an eyebrow. "You don't say?"

Molten fire pooled in Yugi's stomach when the O.G.'s eyes fell on him. How could someone's voice be that deep without commanding armies? It was smooth and hauntingly seductive. His eyes never left Yugi's as he came down the stairs and stood over the youth, eyes as smoky as cooked blood studying his face. After a moment, the O.G. shoved his hands in his pockets and said, "What the hell are you doing in the Grove?"

"Tryin' to get killed obviously," grumbled Joey.

Yugi finally found his tongue after mentally kicking himself. He stepped back for some room and bent forward. "Mr. O.G.," he flipped back up, to see the man's eyebrows pinned up in surprise. "I came to say thank you for allowing J.R. to take care of me when I was attacked. You didn't have to take responsibility for your actions but you did. You even made up for the mistakes made by your gang members and it was very kind. I thank you very much." Yugi bowed again and again.

When he came back up, the O.G.'s expression went from surprised to completely bewildered. He shared a look with Joey then turned to face Yugi.

"Also," Yugi continued, thrusting the package forward. "I wanted to give you this. "

"What is it?"

"Your money. I'm sorry, but I can't accept it. Even if there's no catch behind it, it's not right to take the money of others."

The O.G. stared at Yugi like he'd gone mental. With the circumstances being what they were, Yugi could understand why. Naturally when someone was given a sum of money, who really tried to return it? Not only that, but he was face to face with the Red Eyes leader. The same man who could bring down a neighborhood with a snap of his fingers. He thanked the man for giving the money and now returns it like day old trash? God, he hoped he wasn't insulting him.

At last, the voice ,as deep as the Pacific Ocean, spoke, "I don't like being handed things."

Yugi looked up with a small frown. "I'm sorry?"

"He doesn't take crap from folks he don't know." Joey rolled his eyes and snatched the package. "Happy now? Damn," he sneered and stomped back into the house. Yugi wrinkled his nose when the door slammed. He was left alone, helpless and inwardly scared to death of this fine, dangerous, killing machine.

"Was that all you wanted?" the O.G. coolly asked.

Yugi shyly met his eyes and nodded.

"You risked your life and money I owe you, to thank me," O.G. faced him fully now a new kind of expression softening his pupils. "That's interesting," he quietly said. "I never heard of such stupidity."

Yugi thought twice about retorting back and zipped his trap.

O.G. snorted and the smallest, tiniest smile pulled his lips, "Go on home. They won't hurt you."

Yugi sagged with relief, bowed and quickly took off before the O.G. might change his mind.

Yami watched the young boy leave, and shook his head. Indeed, he'd never heard of anyone risking their lives for a simple good deed. This kid, Yugi Muto was it? He was something else. He'd better watch that one.

TBC: Thank you so much for reading.

Blue Eye Aces Chain of Command (Mostly made of family members. Ishizu and Marik aren't related in this fic)

T.O.G. (Triple Original Gangster) Atem Hassan

D.O.G. (Double Original Gangster) Seth Hassan

O.G. (Original Gangster) Shada Hassan

O.Y.L. (Original Young Lady) Isis Hassan

Y.G. (Young Gangster) Marik Hassan

Senior Members

Yusei Fudo

Odion Hassan

Medium Leaders (A gang based on protection of the city. Inspired by the Almighty Black P. Stone Nation gang in Chicago before they went rouge.)

Maximillion Pegasus

Zigfried von Schroeder

Pioneer (Peace keepers)

Duke Devlin.