High School

One day in english class as Yuugi was

slouched as his desk, having a

sexual fantasy about Yami in a

nothing but a coboy hat, snake skin

boots, a gun holster around his waiste

concealing his cock, and an assless pair

of brown-leather cowboy pants.

He barely heard the english teacher telling

the class the writing assignment. His eyes

were stinging, and throat dry from the

eraser dust from the chalk board. The

teacher walked by with a loud voice that

awoke Yuugi from his mindful immages.

"The paper you all will right must be a short

story at least 200 words long and I don't

want to see any plagerism, doubled stories,

and absolutly to sex or violence, I

expect your stories to be be apropriate

for school reading material."

Yuugi didn't know what to wright

about. He felt brainless. Yami had

consumed his life since day one.

"What should I wright about?" He

thought to himself.

Meanwhile down town, Jou gave himself

a day off. He was trying to avoid Anzu.

He didn't tell her that he and Mai were

back together.

"How am I gonna tell her without a big

mess?" Jou asked himself. "I don't

want to hurt anyone but damn!" He

kicked a can across the street. He

spotted Seto. "Hey who let you out?"

Jou asked with an attitude.

"Katsuya?" Seto walked over to him.

"Isn't it a school day?" Seto was being

an ass. Jou sighed and looked down

at the ground.

"We used to be friends man." Jou

changed his attitude. "What happened?"

"We were young, we just grew apart after

middle school is all. You started spending

alot of time at Yami's house. With Atemu."

Seto took a pack of cigarettes out of his

pocket took one cigarette then held it up to

Jou. "Thanks." Said Jou and took one.

"What's been new since I've been gone?"

Seto asked while putting the pack back in

his pocket.

"Hey Seto, I don't think I want a be a

'Dark Angel anymore, people are starting

to look at me like I'm a murderer."

"What are you asking, are you wondering if

I have any openings in my gang?" Seto asked

while lighting his cigarette wich was secured between

his lips. Jou put his in his mouth and leand forward

to get a light.

"Yeah, man." Jou took a puff. "I can't immagine

life outside of gang life." Jou spoke softer and

softer.

"Well Panics not getting out anytime soon so yeah,

you can convert." Seto said.

"How did you get out?" Jou asked.

"Probation." Said Seto puffed.

"You can't be seen with the 'Dark Angels' anymore,

so you seeked me?" Seto took a long exhale.

"Actually I'm surprised to see you here. I come

to this street when I want to clear my head."

Jou flicked his ashes. "Hardly any cops come

by, cars too, it's just quiet here."

"I live on the next street." Seto said.

"Really?"

"My Stepdad's not home, so we can have the

place to ourselves." Seto looked down the street.

Jou looked at him confused. "I got tree's." Seto

held a bag of weed in his hand and shook it.

"Let's go." Jou said with a light tap to Seto's

shoulder and they headed to Seto's house.

Meanwhile school just got out. Yuugi was

waiting for his Jichan to pick him up. He

sqeazed his back pack straps pulling on them

and restricting his back. Yuugi didn't see Yami

anywhere and became worried. Jichan pulled up

to the side walk where Yuugi was waiting. Yuugi

didn't notice him at first because he was looking

at the exit of the school waiting of for Yami to

come out.

"Yuugi?" Sogoroku said to get his attention but

he was still fixed on the door. His agravated

grandfather honked the horn of his cattalac

scarring the shit out of his dreaming grandson.

"Come on let's go home already." Sogoroku

raised an eye brow at him.

"Sorry Jichan." Yuugi quickly yet shakey entered

inside the car. Yuugi took out his english notebook,

opened to a blank page, took out a pencil and starred

at the blank page while Jichan was driving. Yuugi doodled

on the blank page, peace sighn, happy face, heart, Yin-Yang,

and a chibi of his boy freind. Yuugi giggled and his Jichan

gave him a look as he stopped at a stop light. Yuugi showed

his jichan and giggled agian. Jicahn just rolled his eyes and

smiled while waiting for the light to change to green.

"Do you have homework today?" Jichan asked as he pulled

out of the street and saw his drive way in the distance.

"I have to wright a 200 word story by tomarrow." Yuugi sighed.

"What are you gonna wright about?" Jichan asked.

"I don't know yet..." Yuugi undid his seat belt as the car came to

a stop.

Meanwhile back at school, Yami was sitting on the bike rack and looked

around to make sure no one was around. He was dying for a cigarette.

Bakura walked by and Yami tugged his arm.

"Gotta a smoke?" Yami asked.

"Yeah, I got two left." He took a pack out of his coat pocket. "Didn't you

promise Yuugi that you wouldn't smoke anymore?" He asked.

"It's just one cigarette and I'm having a nic fit." Yami took both

cigarettes in his mouth and lit em' up. He took one out of his mouth

and passed it to Bakura. Yami took a deep hard breath of it, feeling

the familiar in-toxicating smoke that filled thought his body. Bakura

leaned up against the bike rack to smoke with him and talk a bit.

"I can't believe what Ryou did." Bakura flick his ashes.

"Forget about him, I'm sure there's other single guys in our class." Yami

slid off the bike rack.

"Yeah but I don't like any of them." Bakura took breath. "What do you think

of Marik anyway?" He asked with a light smile meeting his hershy eyes with

Yami's bloody colored ones. A smile slowly formed on Yami's face and his

eyes lit up.

"Oh I see, he's single now so you." Yami stood up straight. "Go for it

what do I have to lose?" Yami flicked his cigarette in the snow and twisted

the bottom of his steel toed boot on it.

"Maybe I will." Said Bakura. "Well." He flicked his cigarrette next to Yami's. "I

guess I'll see you later man, It's nice talking to you agian." Bakura gave him

a friendly hug with a single rock to the side. "Say hello to Yuugi for me." Bakura

walked away.

"By Bakura." Yami walked the oposite direction.

Meanwhile Yuugi was sitting in his room still doodling.

"I can't write a story of 200 words if my life depended on it." He put the note book aside

then looked inside his underwear drawer. He saw his slick silky nighty and touched it. With

a feeling of butterfly's in his stomach and a sensation going up his spine and into his

neck he burried it under his socks and underwear closed the drawer and skipped back

over to the discared notebook. He picked it up and his pencil and started to right with

a blush on his face.

TBC..........