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Yu-Gi-Oh › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
1,957
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
in gym class
chapter 2: in gym class
Yugi sighed as he shut his gym locker, having just changed into his gym clothes of short, dark blue shorts with a white
t-shirt. He kept his head low, so as not to attract attention to himself, and walked along the wall, out of the way of most
students as he made his way to the gym.
It was the start of the thirt quarter grading period, which meant today was aatioation in activities in gym. This didn't
affect his other classes, which all stayed the same, but his gym class rotated their activities, and which students participated
in said activities.
Nervous, Yugi walked into the massive gym holding his breath and praying that Ushio or none of the others whom used Yugi as
their very favorite punching bag were there. His e, ie, innocent purple eyes scanned the crowd and filled with relief when
he didn't see any of his most persistent tormentors. His breath was stolen from him and he was frozen to the spot in the next
instant when his eyes fell on a lean, spiky haired figure surrounded by 1/2 the class. Yugi's heart hammered in his chest, and
he felt as if he might fall over. Yami Motou was in his class!
Yugi didn't know what to make of this, so he stood, rooted ot his spot, when the crimson gaze locked onto him. His cheeks
tinted pink, but he was unable to look away. Until, that is, Yami muttered something to the blonde haired girl, Mai Kujaku,
who in turn whispered back. Both looked at Yugi, a smile forming on Yami's face and Mai's high laughter ringing about the room.
Yugi looked quickly away, stung by what he was sure was some nasty comment about him. Those didn't really bother him; he was
used to it on a daily basis. What stung was the fact that Yami, who had never bothered with Yugi in his life, and whom Yugi felt
this bizarre attraction to, had laughed at him when he didn't even know him. It hurt when someone you were attracted to laughed
at you.
Yugi would have cried, had he the hope that Yami liked him or even knboutbout him, but he had never met the older boy face to face,
and didn't expect to ever earn even a tiny crumb of Yami's attention. Instead, Yugi just looked at his sneakers and made his lone
wo tho the bleachers to wait for the gym coach to start class.
****************************************
Arms crossed, and a look of extreme boredom on his features, Yami ignored Marik and Bakura's barbed insults at eachother and
surveyed the students in his class with severe disinterest. Why was it Mondays were always excessively long, slow and tedious?
He looked over to a corner and caught several younger girls staring at him openly, with interest. Seeing his gaze, they
blushed and giggles. He snorted. Simpering idiots. He wouldn't bother to givem tem the time of day. His interest was
snagged, however, by the small boy from this morning making his way along the wall over to the bleachers.
Yami noted how no one even glanced in the boy's direction. The boy looked up, and Yami saw rough, red abrasion marks on
his cheek, which looked very soft. Yami was stunned when his own jaded, crimson orbs met for a brief second innocent
violet ones. Their gazes brushed briefly before the boy blushed, looked away, and scrambled over to the bleachers.
"Who is he?" Yami asked suddenly, drawing everyone's gaze.
"Who is who?" Marik suddenly sneered. "Don't tell me, you're still bent on that scrawny little boy?"
His pale purple eyes met Yami's hard, ruby red ones, and he smirked. "You are. What's so fascinating about
someone like him, other than a few good laughs ?"
"Fuck him." All started in surprise at Bakura, who grinned evilly. "If you're so taken with him, go over there and
ask him out. Go fuck his little brains out and get over him. You've been daydreaming all day, Yami, and I'm quite frankly sick
of it."
Yami's eyes narrowed in anger.
Bakura's smirk grew. "Unless, of course," he taunted, "You don't want to condescend and ruin your reputation. I don't blame
you. Although, I've never thought of you as a coward."
"Just exactly what the fuck are you implying, Bakura?" Yami hissed right back.
Bakura's eyebrow . ". "Oh, nothing at all. Care to make a little bet? It sure as hell would liven shit up around here."
"Name your terms." Yami's hard eyes bore into Bakura's dark chocolate ones.
"I bet you $50 that you can't get the tiny twerp in bed with you."
Yami grinned, his eyes flashing at the challenge. "I accept."
The two glared at eachother, like two ancient warriors about to enter into combat.
A white volleyball suddenly bounced between them, breaking off the glaring contest. As the owner of the ball made no
move to retrieve it, Bakura, who was closest, bent and picked it up. He turned, death dancing in his eyes at the
intruder, but his harsh, nasty comment and sneer died on his lips as he turned to face the most beautiful boy he'd
ever seen.
The boy was shorter than him by a few good inches. He knew, relatively, who this boy was.....well, he knew this boy looked
like him and had seen him briefly in the halls and such, so he wasn't surprised by that fact. He was, however, surprised by
the boy's beauty. He had thick, soft and fluffy silver hair that fell neatly about his shoulders in gentle spikes, had soft,
porcelain white skin, soft, delicate featured face with warm, gentle chocolate brown eyes peering at him expectantly.
Bakura's heart did a little flip flop in his chest and he sneered, towering over the boy and leering at him.
"This your ball?"
The boy smiled and nodded, reaching his hands out. "Can I have it back, please? Gomen nasai for any trouble it caused."
He said with a small bow.
His sweetness and charm made Bakura feel......weird. And he didn't like this feeling. He was accustomed to his distance from
others with his anger and devil-may-care attitude. But this boy's warm, loving eyes threatened to get too close.........
'Your name?" he suddenly demanded.
The boy's smile faded somewhat with his shock. "R-ryou." He stuttered out a breathy reply as his eyes met Bakura's.
Bakura jeered. Normally, he would have merely punched the kid in the mouth, or thrown the ball at his face by now, but
something held him back. Instead, he merely flung the ball across the gym and smirked viciously at the boy. "Ooops."
Was all he said as he turned around and ignored the shocked boy.
***********************************************
Ryou stared up at the boy who held his ball. His eyes widened as dangdangerous boy approached. He knew who Bakura was.
Everyone in the school did. Bakura was taller than him, and his silver hair was spikeldlyldly and had black streaks in it.
His eyes were a very dark, rich and smoldering chocolate brown. His skin was a few shades darker than his own very pale skin,
ais fis frame was muscular. His muscles weren't overly big, but they were well defined and and stole many a girl's and boy's
heart. Around his right bicep was a black banded tatoo, and he wore a black leather collar around his neck.
As Bakura talked to him, his mind clouded over and it was hard for him to think.....it was hard to do anything in Bakura's
overwhelming prescence! Ryou felt so light and giddy all of a sudden......coming back down to earth, he managed to stammer
out a reply then was shocked when Bakura threw the ball across the room. At least he hadn't hit him with it.
tbc.....
&&&&&&&&&
well, 'tis the end of part 2. lemme know what y'all think. yes, i bashed tea.......old force of habit. but not too bad, though
the cheerleaders.....yes, i bash them unashamedly! and we've got ryou and bakura meeting already! anzu and mai up next.....
why do i bash cheerleaders? 'tis simple; i hate them. in highschool, i was friends with one: sher-bear is still one of my
best friends! but i knew some others, too, and i've seen them stab eachother in the back, i've been stabbed in the back (no,
not by shery-bery! she's too cool for that trivial shit!) i've seen up front how they act, have been in that circle, and i
hated it. highschool is nothing but social bull shit.
with the stuff that i'm going to do to yugi *hugs yugi tightly, kissing his forhead*, some of it is taken from real life; either
it's been done to me by a back-stabbing, so called friend, i've just witnessed it, or i did it to others.
yami: and most of it is?
>_> me doing it to others.......yeah, i was a bit of a jerk, mostly in 9th and 10th grade. 11th, i had some sense knocked
into me by another good friend.
yami: *cuddles up against oni* jerk......
*nodds* *hugs yami*
Yugi sighed as he shut his gym locker, having just changed into his gym clothes of short, dark blue shorts with a white
t-shirt. He kept his head low, so as not to attract attention to himself, and walked along the wall, out of the way of most
students as he made his way to the gym.
It was the start of the thirt quarter grading period, which meant today was aatioation in activities in gym. This didn't
affect his other classes, which all stayed the same, but his gym class rotated their activities, and which students participated
in said activities.
Nervous, Yugi walked into the massive gym holding his breath and praying that Ushio or none of the others whom used Yugi as
their very favorite punching bag were there. His e, ie, innocent purple eyes scanned the crowd and filled with relief when
he didn't see any of his most persistent tormentors. His breath was stolen from him and he was frozen to the spot in the next
instant when his eyes fell on a lean, spiky haired figure surrounded by 1/2 the class. Yugi's heart hammered in his chest, and
he felt as if he might fall over. Yami Motou was in his class!
Yugi didn't know what to make of this, so he stood, rooted ot his spot, when the crimson gaze locked onto him. His cheeks
tinted pink, but he was unable to look away. Until, that is, Yami muttered something to the blonde haired girl, Mai Kujaku,
who in turn whispered back. Both looked at Yugi, a smile forming on Yami's face and Mai's high laughter ringing about the room.
Yugi looked quickly away, stung by what he was sure was some nasty comment about him. Those didn't really bother him; he was
used to it on a daily basis. What stung was the fact that Yami, who had never bothered with Yugi in his life, and whom Yugi felt
this bizarre attraction to, had laughed at him when he didn't even know him. It hurt when someone you were attracted to laughed
at you.
Yugi would have cried, had he the hope that Yami liked him or even knboutbout him, but he had never met the older boy face to face,
and didn't expect to ever earn even a tiny crumb of Yami's attention. Instead, Yugi just looked at his sneakers and made his lone
wo tho the bleachers to wait for the gym coach to start class.
****************************************
Arms crossed, and a look of extreme boredom on his features, Yami ignored Marik and Bakura's barbed insults at eachother and
surveyed the students in his class with severe disinterest. Why was it Mondays were always excessively long, slow and tedious?
He looked over to a corner and caught several younger girls staring at him openly, with interest. Seeing his gaze, they
blushed and giggles. He snorted. Simpering idiots. He wouldn't bother to givem tem the time of day. His interest was
snagged, however, by the small boy from this morning making his way along the wall over to the bleachers.
Yami noted how no one even glanced in the boy's direction. The boy looked up, and Yami saw rough, red abrasion marks on
his cheek, which looked very soft. Yami was stunned when his own jaded, crimson orbs met for a brief second innocent
violet ones. Their gazes brushed briefly before the boy blushed, looked away, and scrambled over to the bleachers.
"Who is he?" Yami asked suddenly, drawing everyone's gaze.
"Who is who?" Marik suddenly sneered. "Don't tell me, you're still bent on that scrawny little boy?"
His pale purple eyes met Yami's hard, ruby red ones, and he smirked. "You are. What's so fascinating about
someone like him, other than a few good laughs ?"
"Fuck him." All started in surprise at Bakura, who grinned evilly. "If you're so taken with him, go over there and
ask him out. Go fuck his little brains out and get over him. You've been daydreaming all day, Yami, and I'm quite frankly sick
of it."
Yami's eyes narrowed in anger.
Bakura's smirk grew. "Unless, of course," he taunted, "You don't want to condescend and ruin your reputation. I don't blame
you. Although, I've never thought of you as a coward."
"Just exactly what the fuck are you implying, Bakura?" Yami hissed right back.
Bakura's eyebrow . ". "Oh, nothing at all. Care to make a little bet? It sure as hell would liven shit up around here."
"Name your terms." Yami's hard eyes bore into Bakura's dark chocolate ones.
"I bet you $50 that you can't get the tiny twerp in bed with you."
Yami grinned, his eyes flashing at the challenge. "I accept."
The two glared at eachother, like two ancient warriors about to enter into combat.
A white volleyball suddenly bounced between them, breaking off the glaring contest. As the owner of the ball made no
move to retrieve it, Bakura, who was closest, bent and picked it up. He turned, death dancing in his eyes at the
intruder, but his harsh, nasty comment and sneer died on his lips as he turned to face the most beautiful boy he'd
ever seen.
The boy was shorter than him by a few good inches. He knew, relatively, who this boy was.....well, he knew this boy looked
like him and had seen him briefly in the halls and such, so he wasn't surprised by that fact. He was, however, surprised by
the boy's beauty. He had thick, soft and fluffy silver hair that fell neatly about his shoulders in gentle spikes, had soft,
porcelain white skin, soft, delicate featured face with warm, gentle chocolate brown eyes peering at him expectantly.
Bakura's heart did a little flip flop in his chest and he sneered, towering over the boy and leering at him.
"This your ball?"
The boy smiled and nodded, reaching his hands out. "Can I have it back, please? Gomen nasai for any trouble it caused."
He said with a small bow.
His sweetness and charm made Bakura feel......weird. And he didn't like this feeling. He was accustomed to his distance from
others with his anger and devil-may-care attitude. But this boy's warm, loving eyes threatened to get too close.........
'Your name?" he suddenly demanded.
The boy's smile faded somewhat with his shock. "R-ryou." He stuttered out a breathy reply as his eyes met Bakura's.
Bakura jeered. Normally, he would have merely punched the kid in the mouth, or thrown the ball at his face by now, but
something held him back. Instead, he merely flung the ball across the gym and smirked viciously at the boy. "Ooops."
Was all he said as he turned around and ignored the shocked boy.
***********************************************
Ryou stared up at the boy who held his ball. His eyes widened as dangdangerous boy approached. He knew who Bakura was.
Everyone in the school did. Bakura was taller than him, and his silver hair was spikeldlyldly and had black streaks in it.
His eyes were a very dark, rich and smoldering chocolate brown. His skin was a few shades darker than his own very pale skin,
ais fis frame was muscular. His muscles weren't overly big, but they were well defined and and stole many a girl's and boy's
heart. Around his right bicep was a black banded tatoo, and he wore a black leather collar around his neck.
As Bakura talked to him, his mind clouded over and it was hard for him to think.....it was hard to do anything in Bakura's
overwhelming prescence! Ryou felt so light and giddy all of a sudden......coming back down to earth, he managed to stammer
out a reply then was shocked when Bakura threw the ball across the room. At least he hadn't hit him with it.
tbc.....
&&&&&&&&&
well, 'tis the end of part 2. lemme know what y'all think. yes, i bashed tea.......old force of habit. but not too bad, though
the cheerleaders.....yes, i bash them unashamedly! and we've got ryou and bakura meeting already! anzu and mai up next.....
why do i bash cheerleaders? 'tis simple; i hate them. in highschool, i was friends with one: sher-bear is still one of my
best friends! but i knew some others, too, and i've seen them stab eachother in the back, i've been stabbed in the back (no,
not by shery-bery! she's too cool for that trivial shit!) i've seen up front how they act, have been in that circle, and i
hated it. highschool is nothing but social bull shit.
with the stuff that i'm going to do to yugi *hugs yugi tightly, kissing his forhead*, some of it is taken from real life; either
it's been done to me by a back-stabbing, so called friend, i've just witnessed it, or i did it to others.
yami: and most of it is?
>_> me doing it to others.......yeah, i was a bit of a jerk, mostly in 9th and 10th grade. 11th, i had some sense knocked
into me by another good friend.
yami: *cuddles up against oni* jerk......
*nodds* *hugs yami*