Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Let the Necessary Occur ❯ One ( Chapter 1 )

Authoress Notes: Griffin of Malik insists on helping me write this story-she says we make a great team. I know we do good humor together, but something serious…hmm…Anywhosles, wouldn't hurt to try. So without further ado-do, for those of you who have been anxiously waiting for it, here's the next chapter. BTW, this story is typed in Word 95, so if there are any errors, please excuse. *bows*

Griff: Ha ha!! You said doodoo!! (rofls)

L-Seph: -_-'

Don't Let the Necessary Occur

Co-authored by Griffin of Malik

ONE

She always sat alone.

Kaiba found himself watching her as she stared out of the window. She never touched her food, but always bought the same thing-turkey on rye, and a chocolate milk. He knew that they had 3 classes together, including homeroom and Sociology, and that he never saw her leave or enter the lunch room-only that she was there and then gone again.

At first he couldn't help but stare-she was so pretty. Not pretty like supermodel pretty, but in an unusual, foreign way. Her skin was a rich, light olive-meaning a sort of tanned brown, only much lighter. Her hair was thick, shiny and ebony with plum highlights. Her eyes were strange-one was a bright iridescent blue, the other a gorgeous jade green. And she always wore two big silver hoops in her ears-he wondered what that was for. She was a strange one alright. They didn't get very many people of color around their parts.

Not that anyone minded the color of her skin, but he noticed that people only spoke to her to be polite. He wouldn't accuse them, because he found that she, too, only spoke back just to be polite. She had no friends. She was very much a loner, just like him. He wondered if it was purposeful.

He blinked and she was gone. He'd gotten used to it by now, and turned his mind back to his laptop. His new program had too many flaws it seemed, but it had the potential to be great. He'd never toiled over something so laboriously before. He didn't know what kept him glued to the screen-perhaps because it was very much like a puzzle, in that he was desperately but tediously trying to reassemble it so that all the pieces would fit and the picture would be complete.

The noise of the chatter in the lunch room was beginning to get to him. So he packed up his things and left for a quiet grassy knoll, hoping to continue his work there.

****

That weirdo CEO was always staring at her.

She weaved her way through the crowd, making her way outside. Her eyes were alert, as always, and she noticed everything: the way they always seemed to fall into a hushed whisper whenever she neared them, their snickers, their blank stares. Like she was some kind of freak in a circus show. It made her mad just thinking about it.

She hated the school. She hated Domino. She hated practically everything she came into contact with. And if that Kaiba kid so much as breathed in her direction one more time, she was going to give him a black eye. It was frustrating enough to know that no one liked you and everyone was just being polite, but it was a totally different thing to have someone staring at you constantly every time you went somewhere with them in the vicinity. It felt like he was stalking her or something, and she hated stalkers. She hated men period.

Morons.

Well, there were a couple of exceptions.

She stopped and glanced around to make sure no one was looking, and ducked under some bushes. She crawled a little ways until she came out on the other side, and sat down, unwrapping her lunch. One of her exceptions was sitting there timidly, and she broke it in half, and handed him the bigger piece and the milk. He ate it gratefully.

She glanced at him, and noted the newer bruise lining his cheek, and traced it carefully. He winced, letting her know that it was fresh. She shook her head, and went back to her own lunch. She felt sorry for him.

"Thank you Eden-kun," he mumbled sheepishly. She nodded, finished off her sandwich, and leaned back against the bark of the tree, running her tongue over her teeth in thought. No one ever ventured here, because of how closely the bushes hugged the tree's bark. But she always came here, because she always wanted to get away. It always smelled like fresh earth, and it was relaxing. It felt secluded.

After a while her tri-colored hair friend spoke up. "Is Kaiba still staring at you?" he wanted to know.

She smirked in amusement. "You noticed that too huh?" Her voice was soft, and lingered like the sweet note of a siren.

He couldn't help but chuckle. "Well…you are pretty, if you don't mind me saying so."

"So long as it's you and no one else," she assured him. "Why does he stare anyway? Doesn't he know that's just plain rude? I certainly don't stare at him-he's not really much to stare at in the first place."

"Really?" he laughed. "Because most girls think he's hot."

"Yugi, puh-leeze!" she scoffed. "He's skinny-what does he weigh, like 100 pounds? I've seen telephone cables thicker than him. And he stands like he has no spine! What the hell is wrong with his posture!? And what's up with that stupid glare?? He looks like 'I'm so much better than you and this is my way of showing it, because you're too low to speak to.' Either that or he's constipated. What crawled up his ass and died anyway? Speaking of died, what's up with his hair? How many squirrels had to be mutilated before he got that toupee?"

Yugi was literally crying he was laughing so hard. No one in their right mind would dare talk about Seto Kaiba, aloud on school grounds. And she was being very cruel on top of that. "Please stop Eden!" he begged, though it would do no good. "My stomach hurts…!"

"I hurt every time that bastard looks at me. His face is like a physical blow, and I wince every time I see it just like I've been struck. And what the hell is up with that stupid coat of his? It's always flaring. What does he have a blow dryer between his legs or something?"

"No more…!" he insisted, feeling his stomach churn. "Please Eden, stop! I'm gonna be sick…!"

"If you aren't sick from looking at him all day you'll be fine." But she stopped anyway, just to be considerate.

Yugi continued to let the tears stream down his face as he tried to regain his composure. He really liked Eden. She always made him laugh. He didn't know why no one else spoke to her-she was a very incredible person. She was a prodigy for one-aced every last one of her classes, even her advanced ones. And she was very polite, and very considerate. And she was pretty, to top it all off. Very pretty. He took a deep breath, knowing that the ache in his stomach was well worth it.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small compact. Yugi blushed as she opened it and began gathering makeup onto the applicator. She always did this.

"Come here," she beckoned softly.

He leaned over slightly, allowing her to press the soft applicator against his bruise. He winced, and she pulled back a little, waiting for his ok. He nodded, and she continued. He was embarrassed. She never asked him his business, not even how the "love marks" got there, and she always covered up his bruises for him without even being asked to. He felt obligated to her for her kindness.

"She always hits me," he started, not knowing if he should stop himself.

"Yugi, you don't have to tell me anything," she insisted, finishing her work. "There. It's water proof, so really no one should be able to tell."

"Thank you," he smiled sheepishly.

She nodded. "You should go now, or you'll be late for class."

"What about you?"

"I just started taking advanced English, so my class starts a little late. But you should get going."

He nodded, and disappeared beneath the bushes. She sighed, and leaned up against the bark for a few moments of complete silence. There were some things that needed to be brought out in time, because said things are very delicate but dangerous subjects. Abuse by your girlfriend was one of them. She knew it would take him a while to fully confess to it, but she wouldn't let it get that far. After all, she did know where his girlfriend lived, and she had half a mind to make sure to emphasize how protective she really was of her short, faithful companion.

****

"Hey, Yuge! Where'd you run off to? We were all lookin' for ya at lunch!"

Yugi managed a somewhat genuine smile. Somewhat genuine because Eden always made him feel better, and yet at the same time, very guilty. "I was with a friend," he told Joey as they entered their next class.

Study Hall was just like a filler-if for some reason your schedule came up short for one semester (which seemed to happen all too often) then your empty space on your schedule was always Study Hall. Or as Joey liked to call it, Advanced Sleepology.

Yugi took his usual seat next to his friend at the back of the room. Most of the kids were studying or talking quietly. Yugi pulled out a book and tried to lose himself in its pages.

"End of the semester Yuge," Joey reminded him. "Finals are only a couple of weeks away. If I don't pass my classes, my dad's gonna have my hair!"

Yugi tried not to laugh. "Well you know, I'm sure Eden can help," he suggested openly.
"Eden?" he repeated, slightly surprised. "The weird kid with the two different colored eyes? I thought she was an alien!"

Yugi frowned. "Joey, don't believe everything you hear. That's just a rumor. Eden's really nice, and she's super smart."

"Smarter than that bastard Kaiba?" Joey questioned with a hint of anger in his voice.

The smaller boy nodded. "Way smarter. She's aced all of her classes-even the advanced ones. She's taking Advanced English you know."

"Whoa!" Joey breathed in awe. "Advanced English? She must be super smart-English is so hard! That's what I have trouble with the most."

"Me too. Maybe we can get a study group together," he smiled. "I'm sure Eden won't mind." After all, Eden never really minded any of the requests he made of her. She was just nice that way.

****

Ryou was in Study Hall as well, though he spent most of his free time staring out of the window and drawing. He had a very kawaii picture as of late of the foreign exchange student, the beauty with the two different colored eyes. Always looking slightly pissed off, exceedingly mean-or so he had heard-and yet very ravishing in her school uniform. He loved the way the pleated skirt hugged her curves, adored the way her hips swung just so when she walked, and was in absolute awe of the way that her thick ebony locks hung over her shoulders, shining almost radiantly in any light. He removed his pencil from the paper and sighed. He'd drawn her again, as he had been doing since the day she arrived. He had an entire portfolio full of her pictures, some of which he'd actually entered into art contests and won for. "Baka," he muttered, scribbling his signature at the bottom right corner and sighing. "She'll never go for a guy like me."

Don't be silly aibou, his Yami sneered in his head. You have very admirable qualities. You're a whiner, a wuss, and you're always kind to everyone, even people who want to beat you down. Of course she'll go for you. You're a Grade A pussy.

Ryou grimaced, crumpling his picture up and tossing it out of the window. "You always make me feel so much better Yami," he muttered under his breath.

Listen, if you want her, then go for it, Bakura advised more gently. She's mean and evil-you know what that means don't you?

"No. What?"

Means she hasn't had any in a really long time.

Ryou felt his face heat up considerably.

You know you want to hikari, Bakura grinned devilishly. Those tight curves, that beautiful skin, those dangerous hips…I bet she's a screamer.

"Stop," Ryou whispered sternly. "I'm not thinking of her like that."

Not now at least. But you've really got to stop messing up your sheets at night over that girl. Just ask her out and be done with it. The sooner you bust that ass, the sooner your dad can stop complaining about your "hormonal problem".

"Thank you for putting that so vividly," he grimaced, glancing at the clock. He wanted to know how much longer he had to put up with his Yami's dirty mouth. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed, nearly jumping out of his seat. "I'll be late for Advanced English!!"

Did you forget today was Friday again aibou?

"Sod off," Ryou muttered, gathering his things and rushing out of the classroom.

****

The kid with the white hair came into class 10 minutes late. This was like the third week in a row that this happened. He apologized to the professor and took his usual seat right next to her. He always seemed like the slightly nervous type. All the girls thought he was so adorable, but Eden thought he looked like a misplaced child. Anyway, he wasn't exactly her type. In fact, none of these losers were.

"…and so we're going to be putting on our very own Fashion Show!" the professor announced happily. "Participation is mandatory! I've already assigned a committee-3 of you lucky students will get to be over this entire operation. I've tried to pick the most capable, and I've come up with…Mr. Kaiba, Ryou and Eden."

Seto rolled his eyes and continue typing on his laptop. Ryou flushed, and Eden glared.

"Exactly what makes them so qualified to manage an entire fashion show?" a girl protested in the background. Eden knew that voice. That was Yugi's girlfriend, the bitch. She insisted that everyone call her "K", as if she were so high and mighty.

"Well, they are the smartest Miss K," the professor grinned knowingly. "And since each of them are so obviously bored with this class-apparent by Mr. Kaiba's incessant typing on his laptop, Eden's lack of interest altogether an yet inevitable ability to pass any test I put before her and Ryou's outstanding grades and lack of punctuality. It's really more of a punishment, not a privilege. So they're going to coordinate this entire event by themselves, with no help from me or any of you whatsoever. You're only participants. But don't worry. All of you get an automatic 'A' for participation, no matter how small the role. With that said, we'll allow our 3 super geniuses time to think over their roles, so I declare a free period for you all!" The class cheered. "You three, report to me at the end of class, so that I can see what you've come up with."

Eden glared at the professor as the student's voices nearly drowned out her thoughts. Punishment? She knew not who she dealt with, the tramp.

"Um…ahem."

She glanced towards the voice momentarily, her features neutral. Ryou was easily intimidated-she could tell. She had a gift for being able to read people, among other things.

"I'm sorry, um…Eden. I'm not bothering you am I?"

She turned towards him fully, her eyes fixed upon his amazing blue ones. She could see how the other girls thought him cute, but he looked more like a girl than anything. That was a turnoff. "Well, well, well, the British beauty speaks." She noted the color rising to his face and refrained from sneering. Men were so predictable. "You're not bothering me Ryou. At least not you specifically anyway." She stared at him, waiting for his response. His hair was very wild, and in a strange way, almost becoming of him.

"Um…" he started nervously.

She raised a delicate eyebrow. "My, my, aren't we articulate? I'm impressed."

Somehow he managed to flush and all at the same time blush even more. It was almost amusing. She stared at her nails, growing a very keen interest in them. Almost.

He sighed. "Eden, listen."

"I'm all ears," she promised, picking slightly at a hangnail.

"I don't know you very well, but I have been…watching you for a while, and well…" He took a deep breath. "I was kind of hoping that we might be able to hit it off, if we got to know each other first that is."

She averted her gaze back to his timid baby blues, her eyes and tone neutral. "You're asking me on a date, Ryou?"

He gave her a small smile. "I…yes, I am."

Well, this was unexpected.

"I'll think about it," she responded curtly, going back to her nail examination.

He gave a slight nod, and went back to his seat, busying himself with a drawing.

She sighed. Go on a date? With Ryou? Well, it would certainly squelch the rumors of her being gay, but on the downside, Ryou was a guy. And she hated guys. She hated girls too. She just hated people period. People never took the time to understand her as a person, only went on what they saw. Her cold outer shell was not unlike a turtle's, protecting the soft insides within. Insides, she was sure, she'd long forgotten existed, let alone remembered how to use.

But what happened if it didn't work out? Then here he was with all of this personal information about her…unless she didn't let him get too close. Yes, she could use this date to reveal that she was in fact, very much human and at the same time that she was in no need of a male companion. She was in fact, in no need of no one, just as no one was in any need of her.