Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ High School Love ❯ High School Love chapter one ( Chapter 1 )

HIGH SCHOOL LOVE

 

BY K-CHAN

 

RATING: R

 

 

 

 

DISCLAIMER

 

 

I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of the characters. I'm just borrowing them for my own entertainment purposes. So you can't sue me =^_^=

 

 

 

 

SUMMARY

 

 

 

 

Yami Mutou is the most popular senior at Domino High. He has the looks, the brains, and the pick of the most popular girls. Yugi Moto is the shyest junior, with only one real friend. He is generally a loner, preferring to keep his own company. What happens when their paths cross and attraction forms?

 

WARNINGS: Shounen-ai (boy x boy love)/yaoi (hardcore boy x boy love), possible shoujo-ai (girl x girl love)/yuri (hardcore girl x girl love), lemons. Pairings: Yugi/Yami, possible Joey/Seto and Tea/Mai.

 

 

 

 

AN: I'm giving Ryou and Bakura different surnames because this is going to be entirely AU. No Duel Monsters, no Sennen Items, no 3 or 5000 year old spirits. AU all the way. Hope you like! =^_^=

 

 

 

 

HIGH SCHOOL LOVE

 

CHAPTER 1

 

 

 

 

“Yo, Yami! What's kickin', man?”

 

Yami Mutou turned at the voice calling out to him across the crowded cafeteria/common room. “Tristan,” he said by way of greeting, as the brown-haired teen came up to him and gave him a high five. “It's nice to see you too. How was your break?”

 

“The same as always, pal,” Tristan Taylor said, laughing. “Girls. Parties. Booze. The usual fun and games. You know what my breaks are like. How `bout yours?”

 

“Quiet,” Yami said with a light shrug.

 

Tristan shook his head with a small laugh as they made their way to a vacant table. “Man, you're the most popular guy in the whole school. Everyone looks up to you. You're the epitome of everything a guy should be, to quote Mr. Sagakaki. You've got girls throwing themselves at your feet, but you just pass them by, barely favouring them with a moment's attention, let alone taking any real notice of them. What's with you? You have some neurons loose, or something?”

 

Yami shrugged again as they sat down. “Maybe I just don't share the same interests you do,” he said. “There's no crime in that, is there?”

 

“Eh?” Tristan was boggled. Then a mild, good-natured annoyance took over. “It is too a crime! A crime against the very society that is the horny teenager collective! You ought to be ashamed of yourself for spouting such heresies against the activities that make men who they are! Every guy has hormones and is dying to prove that they're real men. Look at me. I get girls asking me out all the time. I don't have to say anything; they all flock to me, drawn by my irresistible charms and natural sexuality.”

 

“And we all know how much of a natural charmer you are,” Yami said with a grin. “As for me, perhaps I haven't found the right girl yet. And I certainly don't intend on screwing my way through dozens of girls until I find the right one. I don't want my reputation as a shameless heartbreaker to become reality.”

 

Tristan was about to say something in his defense when he spotted another senior picking his way across the common room, and he stood up to indicate their location. “Over here!” he called. “Help me beat some sense into Yami!”

 

Joey Wheeler, the school's most loveable clown, grinned, flicking tousled blond hair out of his eyes as he reached the table. “Hey, Yami,” he said, catching the shorter teen in a friendly headlock. “Good ta see ya again.”

 

“You too,” Yami replied in a slightly choked voice. Try though he might, he could never quite get used to the blond's enthusiastic way of greeting him. Joey grinned again, this time sheepishly as he sat down. “Sorry bout dat, pal. I guess I got carried away a little. It's been so long since I last seen ya.”

 

“Only three weeks,” Tristan reminded his friend acidly.

 

“Whateva,” Joey said, dismissing the subject with a wave of his hand. “How come ya want me ta beat some sense inta Yami? What's he gone an' done dis time dat requires me beatin' some sense inta him?”

 

“He's talking weird shit,” Tristan said. “He said he's not interested in the pursuits that makes a man a man.”

 

“So?” Joey shrugged. “Dat's not unusual. Unlike you, Yami an' me were raised ta the old way a' t'inkin'. We were taught how ta treat a girl right. You, on da otha hand, were raised differently. You were raised ta be a ladies' man, ta have all da girls hangin' off your arm an' on your every word. An' dat's cool. But Yami an' me; we were raised differently, an' dat's why we act da way we do. It's not weird shit at all, Trist'. It's just da way we were raised.”

 

Tristan frowned for a moment. “That sounds like it makes sense,” he said, puzzled. “Man, you two are sure like peas in a pod. You think the same and you have the same ideas about life… it's enough to drive a person mad sometimes. Lucky you two are my friends, or I'd have knocked both your heads together a long time ago and left you both for dead in the nearest alley available.”

 

“We just understand each other,” Yami said, shrugging in his own turn, while Joey snorted with laughter at Tristan's humour. “We know what makes the other tick, and that's why we act the way we do.”

 

The bell rang at that moment, signaling the end of the profound discussion as Tristan and Joey got up to go to their class. “You goin' ta da dance tamorra?” Joey asked his spiky-haired friend.

 

“If I can find a date,” Yami said with a grin. “Maybe I might be single this year, just like I was last year. But I wont let that stop me. I might even make a pick up this time. You never know what's going to happen at a dance. What about you two?”

 

“Of course we're going,” Tristan said over his shoulder. You won't catch US missing out on all the action. I was thinking of asking Mai Valentine to the dance this year. Whadda you think my chances are?”

 

“You'll have better luck with Duke Devlin,” Yami said with another grin. “Mai's got her eyes on Seto Kaiba, and you know that what she wants, she always gets. She won't let him slip out of her fingers this year like she did last year.”

 

Tristan flipped him the bird before dashing off after Joey, and Yami indulged in a moment of laughter. He loved baiting the brunette, and Tristan seemed to get a kick out of it as well. Put this way, he would have given Yami's ass a good kicking a long time ago had he not grown to like the other boy's good-natured baiting.

 

He sat back, stretching his arms as high above his head as they could go. Now that he was alone to have some time to think, he realized that he was quite lonely, a feeling he had never really experienced before. He had girls hanging off him almost 24/7, and while it sometimes was galling, he nevertheless realized that even the most casual female companionship was pleasing to him. It was like something inside him craved the attention, and he didn't bother his head wondering why. He simply accepted it.

 

There was Tea Gardner, for example, the school's most popular cheerleader, not to mention the girl with more than her fair share of good looks. She was very popular with the senior boys, although she seemed to prefer to just bide her time and wait for a suitable guy to come along, just like Yami was content to bide his time until the right girl came his way. According to school gossip, she also spent a lot of time with one of the junior students, whose name Yami couldn't recall right off the top of his head, but it didn't really matter. What mattered was that Tea seemed to have something in common with him. Perhaps she was the girl he was looking for.

 

He stood up, deciding then and there that he would seek her out and just talk to her, get to know her a little better. There would be time enough to see if she wanted to go to the dance with him. But as he started in the direction of the seniors' gymnasium, he ran into someone, almost knocking them both to the ground. There was an “Oof”, and he quickly grabbed onto the other person's shoulders to prevent a tumble, feeling an unexpected jolt pass through him when his hands came in contact with the other body.

 

He looked down… and gasped. A large pair of amethyst eyes were looking into his own, set in a face that could have easily been twin to his, save that it was a lot more childlike and innocent. Even more amazing, the junior - for so he seemed to be - had the same spiky, tri-coloured hair as he did - black with magenta tips and gold bangs, although with this kid, his bangs fell about his face rather than sticking up in the occasional lightning bolt of gold here and there. Who on earth was this kid, and why did he have the sudden urge to throw him down and fuck him senseless?

 

“I'm… sorry,” the junior gasped, his high-pitched voice sending more shivers down Yami's spine. “I wasn't looking where I was going. I was on my way to my next class and thought it'd be a good idea to cut through the common room. I hope I didn't hurt you.”

 

“You didn't,” Yami said, smiling down at him. He won a shy smile from the junior, which warmed his insides even more. There was something about this kid, something amazing and beautiful and wonderful and breathtaking and mindblowing all in one. Yami knew he wanted to get to know this kid better. He didn't know where this thought came from, but he knew he was going to pursue it. “I'd better let you get to your class then,” he said, releasing the junior's shoulders with reluctance he was hard pressed to keep concealed. “By the way, what's your name?” {And why haven't I seen you around before today?} he added to himself.

 

The junior paused, looking at him with surprise. “Yugi,” he said. “Yugi Moto.” Then he turned and ran off, looking over his shoulder once before disappearing around a corner and out of Yami's sight.

 

 

 

 

Yugi caught his breath with more ease once he was safely at his desk. Man, he was lucky Miss Haruto had a habit of being late to her own classes. It made things easier for him when he had classes at different ends of the school and he had only five minutes to get from one end of the school to the other.

 

He opened his textbook to try and begin revising for the lesson, but all he could see was a pair of crimson eyes, looking down into his own amethyst ones, set in a face that was an older, more mature version of his own, framed by a head of hair almost identical to his own. Try though he might, he couldn't get the image of that face out of his head, and he groaned silently to himself. {What a time to develop a crush} he thought. And on one of the senior students to boot!

 

Yugi wasn't at all troubled by the fact that he had developed an immediate liking for another boy. He had known for years he was gay, and his grandfather accepted his sexual preferences without question. But to get a crush for a senior… that was taboo as far as he was concerned. He knew all too well the senior boys' reputation for cutting swathes among the feminine population of the school, and he didn't want his heart added to the list of broken hearts left behind by the likes of Tristan Taylor and Duke Devlin, the two most shameless ladies' men the school had.

 

But he still couldn't get those piercing crimson eyes out of his head, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he tried telling himself that such a crush would only lead to heartbreak. He had had too much of that in his sixteen years already. He wasn't about to fall into the trap of a senior, no matter how sexy he was. He was just going to let it go and get on with his life. He wasn't about to have his world turned upside down by a crush, no matter how irresistible that crush was.

 

 

 

 

At lunchtime, he met up with his only friend, Tea Gardner. She was a senior as well, but she treated him as an equal, which more than made up for the loneliness he lived with 24/7. It wasn't that he was treated harshly by the other students, or that they beat him up. It was simply that he was too shy to make friends, and because of this, he was generally left alone. Tea was the only one who thought him worth giving the time of day to, and he valued her friendship all the more for the fact that she was his friend because she wanted to be, and not because she felt sorry for him. He had made that clear at the start. If she was only taking pity on him, he didn't want anything to do with her. If, on the other hand, she was genuine in her offer of friendship, he was more than happy to be her friend.

 

“How was class?” she asked, as they sat at their table eating lunch. “You look a bit spaced out. Crammed too much learning into your brain all at once again, huh?”

 

Yugi smiled at her. “It's nothing,” he said. “I just had a bit of a minor collision with one of the seniors on my way there. We must've knocked heads or something.”

 

Tea laughed. “I shouldn't have expected anything less,” she teased, and Yugi laughed with her. He was very lucky to have a friend who could laugh with him and not at him, and the very sound of Tea's bell-like laughter was a balm to his spirit.

 

“Tea?”

 

Yugi nearly choked on his sandwich at the sound of the deep voice addressing them seemingly out of nowhere, and he turned to look up into crimson eyes that looked back at him with a small measure of surprise. There was the faintest of smirks on that tanned face, however, and Yugi felt himself going red to the roots of his hair.

 

Tea looked up at the newcomer with a puzzled look on her face. “How did you know my name?” she demanded.

 

“I beg your pardon,” the senior whom Yugi had bumped into earlier said. “I merely overhead you talking with another student this morning.”

 

Tea put her hands on her hips. “That doesn't give you the right to sneak up on me like that,” she snapped. “You should have better manners, Yami Mutou.”

 

Yugi nearly choked again. Yami Mutou! The most popular senior in the ENTIRE school! And he had developed a crush on him! Talk about your misplaced hormones!

 

How could one not develop a crush on the senior, though? Looking at him as he stood there, one hand resting lightly on his hip, looking like he didn't have a care in the world, it was a wonder his senses didn't go into overload. Yami wore the usual blue pants all the boys wore, but he wasn't wearing the traditional white shirt. Instead, he was wearing a tight-fitting, sleeveless black leather top that showed off his muscled chest, arms and shoulders to perfection. He also wore a neck buckle, and TWO belts on his pants, with more buckles adorning the sides of his black boots, as well as some bracelets around his wrists. In some ways, he looked more like a gay porn star than a high school senior, and the air of lazy sexuality he exuded heightened rather than diminished that image. And the trouble was, he KNEW he was causing a stir for the wonderstruck junior, who also wished at the same time that he could sink under the table and melt into the earth. Dammit, he was NOT going to have a crush on the most popular student in the school. Yami had dozens of girls hanging off his arm all the time. He wasn't going to want to be bothered by a small sixteen-year-old junior who could barely string two coherent words together. No way on this planet.

 

Try telling THAT to his hormones, which were threatening to go into overdrive. The longer Yami was around him, the more out of control they were going to get, and he wanted the senior as far away from him as could be arranged. He'd jump him otherwise and fuck his brains out in the middle of the entire cafeteria at this rate!

 

“I was just wondering if you would like to go to the senior dance with me tomorrow night,” Yami said, addressing Tea once more. Yugi wanted to die at those words. And he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. Why should he care that the popular senior wanted to go to the dance with his friend? She was allowed to date whoever she wanted. So why did he have this sudden urge to want to break down and cry?

 

Tea looked the senior up and down, weighing up his good and bad points in her mind. She had heard of Yami and the reputation he had, even though she didn't see him all that much around. He was usually hanging out with friends, or a group of girls who were no better than sluts in Tea's opinion. She wasn't sure that she wanted to get involved with someone like Yami, unbelievably sexy though he was and all.

 

She looked over at Yugi, wondering at the choking sounds he had made earlier, and blinked at what she saw. He was staring at Yami as though he would like to eat him with a spoon, and Tea suddenly found herself feeling a little uneasy as she looked back at Yami. She had felt the sudden attraction spring to life between them, and she knew that there was a very good chance it was going to bode ill for her friend. She didn't want him to get hurt by the popular senior, but when she looked back at Yami, she realized that it was already too late.

 

Yami had felt Yugi's eyes on him throughout his brief conversation with Tea, and when he met those amethyst eyes with a steady gaze of his own, the smaller teen blushed to the roots of his hair and tried to look away. But it was no use. Yami had already seen the naked longing in the junior's eyes, even though he tried to hide it under nonchalance, and the senior found himself grinning for no reason at all. Yugi was trying to fight the attraction that had sprung to life between them at their first meeting, but he wasn't succeeding very well. He was gay. Yami could tell, and far from being disgusted, he was very glad. He had always wondered what his own sexual preferences were, having found that, although he enjoyed the company of girls, they didn't do anything for him, even the most good-looking ones. Well. Now he knew which gender he liked more.

 

Tea had to interrupt the moment before things got out of hand. “I'm really not interested,” she said, nudging Yugi with her foot. He came out of his lust-laden daze and looked at her, startled. The warning look she directed at Yami was enough to alert him to the fact that his crush would only lead him to trouble, and he forced the feelings of lust and longing down, stomping on them mercilessly.

 

“Of course,” Yami said evenly. He had seen the warning look directed at him, and had seen Yugi gain a foothold on his hormones. It wasn't going to stop him from making the younger teen his own. One way or another, Yugi was going to be his. “I should have realized that a popular girl like you would have quite a few suitors to attend to her. Forgive me for interrupting your lunch.”

 

He was about to turn and walk off when a sudden idea came to him. He turned around swiftly, and before either Yugi or Tea could react, he bent down in one graceful movement and kissed Yugi on the lips. It was only a chaste, light kiss, barely a brushing of lips, but it was enough to turn the junior beet red once more, and, as Tea stared at Yami in shock, he smirked and walked off, making sure he walked in such a way as to give Yugi something to think about for the rest of the day.

 

“Can you believe that?” Tea exploded once Yami was out of earshot. “What a perverted snob!”

 

Yugi managed to haul himself out of a new daze once again to nod, but the gesture was absent as he thought back to what had just happened.

 

Yami had kissed him. Not on the cheek. Not on the forehead. On the lips. In full view of the whole common room. He had never been kissed by anyone yet, girl or boy, but Yami Mutou had just stolen his first kiss. The most popular senior in the school, with a reputation for being the most popular with the senior girls, had put an indelible impression on his mind and his hormones, try though he might to quash the new feelings once again. He knew his crush would only lead to trouble if he got any more involved with the senior, but deep down, he already knew that it was too late to turn back. An invisible line he had never even realized existed until now had been crossed when Yami had kissed him, and he knew that his feet had been set on a path that would ultimately lead him into the senior's arms.

 

 

 

 

Yami tapped his pen thoughtfully against his chin as he sat in the library after school, but his mind was only half on his homework. All the senior could see in his mind's eye was a pair of amethyst eyes looking up into his with a mixture of lust and longing, and he smirked to himself. His impulsive display at lunch would have set young Yugi to some daydreaming, and Yami knew that given time, the junior would come to him. It was only a matter of time, and when Yami set his mind to something, he didn't let anything get in his way.

 

 

 

 

Tea was worried. Very worried, as a matter of fact. Yugi had been in a bit of a daze ever since lunch, and even though neither of them had seen Yami again, the girl knew that her friend would be unable to take his mind off the popular senior, no matter how hard he tried to tell himself it would lead to heartbreak. It gave Tea no end of concern to also know that because Yugi was gay, an attraction to another boy would be hard to fight. She wouldn't have been so worried if Yugi had fallen for another junior, like the shy, white-haired Ryou Kyusuke, but because her friend had fallen for the school's most popular and sexy student, such an attraction would be twice as hard to fight, especially now that Yami had begun flirting with his intended target.

 

Tea knew she ought to talk to the principal. Relationships between junior and senior students were not, as a rule, frowned upon, and were even covertly encouraged, but a student like Yami was not to be trusted around Yugi, and Tea knew she would be acting in her friend's best interests if she said something to the principal. If Miss Gagasaki was made to realize the dangers of the situation for Yugi, she would speak to Yami and have him banned from going anywhere near the spiky-haired junior.

 

There was, however, a second side to all this, which the brunette couldn't ignore. This WAS Yugi's first crush, and Tea knew she had to think of his feelings as well as his wellbeing. If she said something to the principal and had Yami banned from talking to Yugi, the junior would suffer, almost as much as he would if she didn't say anything. And there lay the difficulty.

 

Yugi was in love for the first time, or at least, strongly attracted to someone. That someone DID have a reputation for breaking hearts left, right and center, but at the same time, Tea knew that she had a duty to let Yugi find out the pitfalls for himself. She sometimes forgot that he was sixteen, and able to look after himself, and she knew that she ought not to interfere, but to let Yugi learn the lesson for himself that this situation was likely to present.

 

But if she did nothing, and Yugi was to suffer because she hadn't spoken up, what was there for her to do then? If speaking up was going to cause some pain, not speaking up was going to cause even more pain, and Tea was torn between a need to protect Yugi from the dangers of falling in love with a senior who would most likely break his heart as soon as look at him, and a need to let him go through the growing pains of a first love without anyone needing to hold his hand. He had told her on more than one occasion that he was perfectly capable of looking after himself, and Tea wanted to respect that. But she also wanted to protect him from the dangers of getting too attached to Yami.

 

Feeling helpless, and increasingly frustrated with the whole situation, Tea decided that, as much as she was probably going to regret it, she would leave it go. Yugi was probably going to come out of this the worse for wear, but in the long run, maybe it would turn out for the better. Perhaps he would be grateful to her for letting him deal with it himself. Tea could only hope that she hadn't made a grave mistake in deciding to let this one go through to the wicket keeper.

 

 

 

 

Yugi looked nervously around the corner before ducking back. He knew he ought not to do this. But try though he might, he could not get that kiss out of his head. It had awoken something inside him, something dangerous, and he knew that he should have quashed those feelings before they led him into a situation he would have a hard time getting out of. But it was too late. The course had been set, and he was too far gone to turn back now. Well, that wasn't strictly true; he knew he could still turn back before things went any further. But he knew that once Yami set his mind on getting something, he would stop for nothing. He had heard enough stories to know this for a fact. And as surely as there were stars in the sky, Yami was going to get him. He had set his mind on it, and Yugi had seen enough today to know that he could fight as much as he wanted, but he would lose in the end. Why fight against the inevitable? Yami certainly wouldn't be letting him out of his sight now that he knew the junior was attracted to him, and Yugi saw no real point in fighting. He knew that he was probably going to regret it in the long run - Yami's reputation as a shameless flirt and heartbreaker was legendary - but he could fight his feelings no longer, try though he might. Yami wanted him. And what Yami wanted, he got, by fair means or foul.

 

He was brought out of his reverie by brisk footsteps echoing through the almost-deserted common room, and he poked his head around the corner once more. Yami was coming towards the seniors' dorms, a few books in his arms and a bored look on his face. Yugi pulled his head back around the corner and took a deep breath. This was it. It was now or never. He took a second deep breath and was about to come around the corner so he could “accidentally” run into his crush, but just as he was about to take the first step, he heard a girl's voice, calling out to Yami from the other end of the common room, and he sank down, sliding against the wall until he was sitting on the floor. Dear god, that was Mai!

 

If Yami was the school's gay porn star in disguise, Mai was his female counterpart. Yugi had heard plenty of stories about her too, and her attraction to Yami was no secret. In fact, there wasn't a day when something was heard about them, their names linked together in one rumor or another, and Yugi knew then that it was hopeless. Mai had been dangling for Yami for the longest time, and now it seemed that she was going to get him.

 

Yugi could take no more. Feeling tears come to his eyes, he jumped up and ran down the corridor, turning at the first junction to reach the juniors' dorms, never realizing that Yami had shaken Mai off and was watching him go, an angry, disappointed look on his face.

 

 

 

 

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