A/N: This is my very first FanFic, so yeah… I –think- I rated this correctly, but I'm not exactly sure, so I apologize if I did this wrong.
This is in NO WAY supposed to be a serious story. It doesn't even match my own views of the Yuugiou characters. So don't be hatin' on me for OOC, because I already know it's OOC.
This is kind of a 'see how many references you can find' sort of story, so let me know what you find! I think there are… 3? so far.
Special thanks to NeedleKirbyChan for inspiring me to write this. She'll have her own cameo later on in the story.
Without further ado- Yami Yuugi's Secret.
Yami Yuugi strutted down the school corridor like an over exuberant peacock, his tight black leather pants clutching his muscles with every move. Wherever he walked, and when he smiled the girls went wild with ooh's and ah's! And those fangirls slapped his face on every locker. His crooked grin and charming wink got girls to thinking that he was an arrogant son of a bitch. The way he dressed didn't help much either. His previously mentioned tight leather pants were complemented by his metal studded leather belt, as well as the whips he wore as unused suspenders. His pointy boots that matched his belt clicked and clacked as he swaggered down the hallway- the true Yuugiou.
"You never called me!" A disgruntled fangirl and possibly lover called to him.
He swayed his head from side to side with movements like a snake, before he looked over his shoulder at her and whispered, "It wasn't good enough to make it worth my while, baby."
He sauntered away while the girl with the card-board box hair began to wail and took out a razor to cut her wrists.
"Just another day for Yami Yuugi." He breathed sexily as he put on a pair of shades. One could only expect as much from the King of Kink, or the BDSM Master as people called him behind his back. But this King of Kink, the eternal seme had a secret…
On the other side of the spectrum was the timid Yuugi Mutou, the eternal uke. People tended to forget that his name was Yuugi and called him Virgil. As in, Virgil the Virgin; the Chancellor of Chastity. He walked down the halls with his white converse and properly worn school uniform. The only thing that was added to his uniform was the white scarf that covered his neck, leaving only his hands, face, and ears exposed. He suddenly came upon the crying and bleeding girl who was prostrate on the ground. He ran to her side, like the brilliant White Knight he could have been, if he wasn't so nerdy.
"Anzu, Anzu! Speak to me!" He said as he grasped her bloody hands, not caring that his white shoes were slowly turning red.
"No…"
"No what, Anzu?" Yuugi, or Virgil, cried desperately.
"No… I don't… want you, I want… Yami Yuugi…" She gasped as she rolled her eyes to get one last look at Yami Yuugi who was leaning against the lockers like a pimp, watching the pitiful scene.
Yuugi stood up from the lifeless body that used to contain the soul of the only woman he had ever truly loved, and slowly began to walk towards Yami Yuugi, his bloodstained shoes leaving red footprints behind him. He stopped when he was standing a few paces away from Yami Yuugi. Then the Chancellor of Chastity uncharacteristically growled at the King of Kink.
"You'll pay for this." Yami Yuugi, the BDSM Master actually looked almost frightened as he stared after the Chancellor of Chastity as Virgil walked away.
Yuugi knew Yami Yuugi's secret.