Dryad

Title: Dryad 1/?
Author: Kleptomaniac Can Opener
Pairing: Yami x Yugi, Seto x Jou
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Yugi-Oh, unless you're referring to my doujinshi collection. ^^

Summary: Muto Yami wanted a break from his life, but found himself immersed in the supernatural instead!

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The school hadn't been his parents' first choice, but he chose it for the same qualities that they thought made it unsuitable. It was far from the nearest city, surrounded by plenty of forest, and out of his parents' clutches.

His name was Muto Yami the fourth, heir to a respectable business and large fortune, and nicknamed the King of Games for the number of tournaments he'd won since he was a small child. Amateur Go, Shogi, National Level Tennis, DDR, Para Para, Duel Monsters... he'd won them all.
It was all very exciting... and tiresome. The whole point of his going to college was really an excuse to take a break, a quiet break in the country, away from the drama and the live action soap operas that made his home.

Now his only problem was navigating the impossible map he was given to find his classes. He supposed this was why they called it Orientation. "More like Columbus Navigation 101," he grumbled to himself. "If he had to use a map like this, it's no wonder he ended up in America instead of India."
"I hear dat!" To Yami's right was a blond, a sight he was only used to because of frequenting international tournaments. The blond grinned, and continued speaking in Osaka dialect (which he had to hold back a laugh listening to). "Hey, I'm Wheeler Jounouchi, though ya can call me Joey like my old man does." Yami smiled and bowed a bit.
"I'm Sakurazuka Atemu, from Tokyo. I take it you're from Osaka?"
"I know, it's obvious," the blond laughed. "Just dun stereotype me, 'kay? So, where's it ya're tryin' to get to?"
"Economics with Matsushita-sensei."
"Oh, dat's where we're goin'. Ya can jus follow us." Yami raised an eyebrow.
"We?"
"Oh, duh. I'm with a friend. He should be here in jus a bit." Joey glanced at his watch to emphasize his statement.

And as if on cue, a tall brunet with piercing blue eyes came around the corner. His proud walk was regal and predatory all at once, and instantly recognizable to Yami. He watched as that brunet arched a perfect brow upon seeing him. Yami took the chance of Joey turning around to greet him to silently tell the other man not to say a word.

"Seto, dis is a new guy, Sakurazuka Atemu. He's in our economics class so far. Atemu-kun, ya don't mind I call you dat, right? Dis is Kaiba Seto-kun. Valedictorian type, so if ya need tips on something jus ask him." Seto interrupted Joey from continuing.
"Tokumiya-sensei wishes to speak to you."
"Ah, man! Dat guy never gives me a break! The semester only jus started too! I'll see ya in class, okay?" With that, the blond ran down the hall Seto had just come from.

Blue eyes turned back to Yami and smirked. "Nice hair, Muto." Yami smirked back.
"I wanted a change." A change was an understatement, he knew. Normally, his long locks of black silk was done in several braids remise of the Egyptian style. Now his hair was spiked and colored. His bangs were bleached and dyed a bright blond, more gold than Joey's natural yellow, and the rest melted from his natural black into a crimson red --a shade brighter than his similarly crimson eyes-- at the tips.
"A change or just not to be recognized?"
"Keep a lid on it or I'll tell the tabloids you have a boyfriend. What would your fiancée think?" Seto snorted.
"That's playing dirty, Muto." Yami chuckled.
"Only a little. I admit it's good to see a familiar face."

Kaiba Seto was something of a childhood friend and rival. Having grown up in the same social circles, they often saw and competed against each other. If Yami was the King of Games, Seto was the Prince. A fact Yami would rub in his face when the other annoyed him.

The warning bell rang. Yami started following Seto without a word being said. "What are you doing here, Kaiba? I thought you would be in Tokyo University."
"I'm technically on sabbatical. Throw a little money in their faces and no one minds another person hanging around, getting an extra credit or two. This is it. Enjoy the lecture, 'Sakurazuka'."
"Heh. As much as one can enjoy economics."

The lecture wasn't as bad as he had feared it would be, and watching Joey and another student (a young man by the name of Honda Hiroto he learned) have a spitball war in the back was amusing enough. Though Seto wasn't too pleased, if the face he made when a wayward ball pegged him in the ear was any indication.

"Hey, Atemu-kun, wha's your next class?" Joey asked as he weaved between desks to get to him.
"I'm free until calculus with Fujiwara-sensei at three."
"Lucky," the blond pouted. "Fujiwara-sensei is an awesome teach, but I got stuck with Nakamura-sensei
dis semester. And I hafta get to his class like, now. God, I hate these early classes. There should be a
rule `gainst it." Yami chuckled.
"I'm going to wander around. I'll see you later, Joey."

"Mutt, you're going to be late."
"Dammit, Seto-kun! Wha did I say `bout callin' me dat!" Yami laughed at how thick Joey's accent suddenly became and finished gathering his things, watching as the blond ran out of the room after his secret boyfriend.


The school grounds were as relaxing and beautiful as he knew they would be. Yami took deep breaths of the spring air, heavily tinted by the smell of pine and Japanese maple, and water from a nearby creek. "This is what I've been needing." He followed one of the many paths that lead further into the cultivated forest.

Yami paused when he picked up the faint scent of... something pleasant. "Sakura...?" He made his way through the bushes, following the subtle trail. He felt himself gasp when he found a Sakura tree in full bloom. "But it's passed Sakura season here..." He approached the tree shedding its delicate pink petals in awe.

Someone giggled.

The young man blinked and looked around, not finding anyone until he looked up. Sitting on one of the thin branches was a youth. A girl wearing a pink kimono decorated in Sakura designs, white tabi, and she had HIS hair.

"I'm sorry if I startled you." Scratch that, it wasn't a girl but a boy in girl's clothing, Yami mentally amended. "And I'm sorry about this," the boy added, twirling a golden bang with one delicate finger. "But I thought it was interesting and copied you."
"You shouldn't be up there. You could injure yourself." The boy laughed, an oddly musical sound that made Yami's heart pick up a beat.
"I could never be injured with this tree."
"You'll think that until you fall out of it," Yami said with surprising sternness. "And pray tell, WHY are you in women's clothing?"

For a moment, all the youth did was blink, then he smiled and laughed. "I forgot how strange humans can be. A girl I used to know gave this to me before she left. She thought it suited me. Don't you think the same?"
Truth was, Yami did. But a male was not supposed to be so willing to wear a kimono made for a girl. And what was that comment on 'humans' supposed to mean? "You shouldn't wear it in public," he said instead of answering the boy.
"If you feel that strongly about it, I guess I will take it off so as not to offend you."

Yami almost had a heart attack when the strange boy jumped out of the tree. But he landed safely, gracefully; delicately as one of the many falling blossoms... it shouldn't have been possible. But he didn't have time to ponder that for long.

There was the sound of cloth as the obi came undone. Milky shoulders were exposed to his gaze, then a smooth chest and pink nipples, before the whole assemble fell to pool around small feet. Yami felt his groin harden inside his leather pants and his face heated up. The boy was completely bare except for his
tabi, and he was VERY nice to look at. "What are you doing?! Put some clothes on!"
"Humans are so finicky. You just told me to take it off."

***

Yami fidgeted through the lecture for his history class. It was fortunate all his professors so far were just doing refresher chapters; otherwise calculus would have been a complete disaster along with physics and now traditional Japanese history.

His mind was filled with his recent experience in the woods, of the strange boy in the Sakura tree. The way he smiled and laughed was innocent and untouched. But his eyes were somehow old... and who the hell had purple eyes? They must have been contacts. It was the only explanation.

He tuned back in to Furugawa-sensei, and finding the old man still rambling on about the Heian era, thought back to how his visit with the Sakura boy had ended instead.

/"Aren't your parents worried about you? You should go home." The boy only laughed as he finished retying the obi.
"I doubt that, assuming they're even still alive. I haven't seen them in almost a hundred years." Yami scowled.
"You shouldn't tell those kinds of stories. Go home. This is a college campus, you don't belong here."
"Hmm, you really think so?" The boy's smile became sad. "Don't worry. Next year or the next, I will not be around to burden anyone."/

Yami had to make a run to class after that. He snorted. Someone should keep an eye on that kid. Making up such stories to occupy his time wasn't healthy.

"Excuse me, Sakurazuka-san, wasn't it?"
"Huh?" Yami snapped out of it and noticed that an attractive girl was leaning over his desk.
"Wow, you were totally zoned out." She smiled and her blue eyes sparkled. "I'm Mazaki Anzu. I just thought you'd like to know class ended five minutes ago."
"Oh!" Yami stood and grabbed his things. "Thank you, I wasn't paying attention." She giggled in the way only females can manage.
"I noticed. Do you have classes after this?"
"No, I'm done for the day. You?"
"I'm free too. Want me to show you around? I've been here since last semester, so I promise not to get us lost." Yami chuckled.
"Sounds good." He slung his book bag across a shoulder and walked with her.

"What were you thinking about? You were completely engrossed." Yami managed to keep a blush off his cheeks.
"I just had a weird morning."
"Ran into some of the weirdos, huh? Don't worry, they're mostly harmless. Considering the hour, how about I show you the best place to get dinner?"

***

Yami flopped back on his bed, smiling to himself. First day here and he already went on a date. Anzu was rather attractive with the body of a dancer, and she did indeed do ballet as a hobby, with a brilliant enough mind to become the defense lawyer she aspired to be. "I definitely made the right decision to wait to come this Spring semester instead of starting last fall." And by further waiting until after the semester started, he was getting way more attention. Wealth could come in handy when you wanted to make an impression.

He stared across the room at the empty bed. Another benefit of coming late was that he got a room without a roommate. That may change next semester, but for now he had the room to himself. "Yup, things couldn't get any better." He closed his eyes and fell into an easy sleep.

He woke when he felt the touch of a small hand on his bare chest. "Yami-san..." Those delicate lips whispered his name with such need that he shivered.
"What are you-" Those supple lips pressing against his cut him off. The kiss sparked a delicious fire inside his belly. His arms wrapped around the small figure, pulling him tight against his body. His nerves were singing with the delightful burns trailing across his flesh from soft lips and slender fingers.
"Yami-san..." The boy was breathless now, panting and flushed. "Yami-san, please."

Then he woke for real, sporting a raging hard on. "Damn it! Why the hell did I dream that?" He tried to banish the memory of the dream. The Sakura boy couldn't be more than Junior High age, he shouldn't be thinking of him like that at all! Even if the boy did have no shame about traipsing around naked in front of strangers. The kid had to be an exhibitionist.

"Shit." He closed his eyes and wiped the sweat from his brow. "When did I become a pedophile?"

***

Yes, I know Jounouchi is his last name canon-wise. But since I decided to make him half Japanese and half Caucasian, I wanted him to have a Japanese name that could be given an American nick. And since some names in Japanese can be both given or surnames (just like in any other culture), I didn't see the harm in it.

Tabi are those two-toed socks you see in samurai movies all the time, for those who didn't know.

Obi is the thick belt that holds kimono together.
Usually they only have a simple bow, but they can be done in complicated designs as well (which are a bitch to undo XD). But the Sakura boy only knows the basic bow.