Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Love and Basketball ❯ A New School ( Chapter 1 )

Summary: Ryou plays for Domino High's freshman basketball team. While everyone desires him, he's secretly lusting after the Varsity point guard, who is dating another bball player. Ryou/Yami, Seto/Yami, little Ryou/Malik

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh or the movie Love and Basketball. This story has nothing to do with the movie, although it is one of my favorites.

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A New School

BallnBrownEyes: Hey, what's up?

LavenderLuver: not much. U?

BallnBrownEyes: I'm a little nervous. Basketball tryouts are next week! O.O;

LavenderLuver: heh heh. Afraid you won't make it?

BallnBrownEyes: No. I already know I made it. My coach already promised me starting point guard.

LavenderLuver: Then y r u nervous -_-*?

BallnBrownEyes: Because my father's been acting strange lately. He's been ignoring me.

LavenderLuver: Meh! That's all? You fool. My sister ignores me all the time. It's usually cuz her mind is on other stuff . . . Don't worry, he'll come around.

My lips partially lifted at my friend's words of assurance. It seemed he always knew the right words to say.

The sound of a door opening was heard downstairs. I listened as a fidgeting of keys and rustling of a jacket was followed by a slam. My father was home.

BallnBrownEyes: I hope you're right . . .

LavenderLuver: Ha! No need for hoping, I'm always right. ^_~

A quick laugh escaped me. I knew his cockiness would come around some time.

"Ryou?" I heard my father call.

I was about to go see what he wanted, but there was the rhythmic beat of someone ascending the stairs. I listened attentively. There was a soft knock on my bedroom door before the slight creak of it being opened.

"Ryou? What are you doing, son?" He softly asked.

"Just talking to Malik," I answered, typing a message.

BallnBrownEyes: I have to go. My father wants to talk to me.

LavenderLuver: Have fun. Talk to ya later

BallnBrownEyes: Bye

After these words I turned around in my chair away from the computer and to my father, who was currently sitting on my bed.

"Isn't he the one who lives in Japan?" He questioned playing with Bishi, my stuffed toy bear.

"Yeah, he lives in Domino." There was a flash of guilt on my father's face when I mentioned this.

"Well, that's good. Um . . . Ryou, there's something important I need to tell you." Worry began to rise and a lump formed in my throat. Was there something wrong with him? Does he have cancer? Unable to speak at the moment, I silently watched as my father carefully placed Bishi onto a pillow. "I found a new job, one that pays better. The only thing is," he paused for a moment, "we'd have to move since it's too far from where we live now."

The lump grew bigger although I was relieved he wasn't going to die. My father's vagueness was troubling. Surely moving couldn't be bad enough for him to approach me like this, right? I could still go to the same school.

"Father, where exactly would we have to move?"

There was an awkward silence as I waited for him to answer. "Ryou, I'm so sorry." I now dreaded the answer. "We would have to move to Domino, Japan."

Domino? Japan? But that would mean . . . "What about school? And basketball?"

"They have basketball in Japan."

I couldn't believe it. The lump disappeared and was replaced by a drought. My throat felt so dry I couldn't speak and barely could breathe. Thoughts swirled in my mind. What about my position on the team? What if I don't make the team in Domino? What if I don't like Japan? If your coach gave you a position on the team BEFORE tryouts then I'm sure you can make the team in Domino. Japan can't be that bad . . . Malik always talks about how I should come visit him. Wait! Malik! He lives in Domino. Maybe moving there wouldn't be so bad. Besides, your father must want this job.

I sighed as my optimistic side took over and answered my worries. There was just one question it hadn't answered. "When are we leaving?"

My father looked at me, appreciation that I understood in his eyes. "Tonight you should pack. Tomorrow is when our plane leaves." What? Tomorrow? Before I could say anything he explained. "My first day at my new job begins on the day after tomorrow, Tuesday. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. Just, every time I saw you I kept thinking about how mad you would be at me. I tried to avoid this, but since we would be leaving tomorrow I knew I had to tell you tonight."

That's why he has been ignoring me for these past few days. Malik was right. Heh heh. "It's okay, I'm not mad at you, father. I'm just disappointed about basketball, but there's basketball in Japan." I lied. I was mad at him; mad at him for not discussing this with me before he accepted the job and mad at him for taking me away from my perfect life of basketball. He smiled.

Agh! Why does he have to smile? Seeing him happy made myself fill with joy. Ever since my mother and sister passed away, he hasn't smiled much. Right now, I really don't want to be happy, especially about moving.

"I'm glad that you're not angry at me, son." He stood up from the bed and walked over to me. I could feel warmth embrace me as his arms pulled me close. I guess he had no choice, really. We've been in a tight financial situation for a while now. A job that pays more is definitely a good thing. Hey, there are offers in your life that you can't refuse. We stayed in that position for a bit, causing my side to hurt from being pushed against the back of the chair.

"Father, you can let go," I half informed, half pleaded. A chuckle was heard from my father and he complied.

"We leave at seven tomorrow so pack up your clothes. Our furniture will also be packed after we leave and sent to our new home." With a warm grin, my father left my room, shutting the door behind him.

I took a deep breath and gave my room one last observation before I began to pack away my clothes.

Domino here I come.

*~*~*

6:58 A.M.

"Ready to leave?"

"Yeah," I frowned. I had lived in this house since I can remember. Wonderful and not so wonderful memories were all stored here.

"Well, lets get going. Our flight's at nine and you know how bad traffic can get this time of the morning."

"Okay." I picked up my last suitcase and slowly followed my father out the door. After giving the foyer one last glance, I pulled the door shut with a final click.

*~*~*

4:33 P.M.

The flight had been awful. I tried sleeping but there was a baby that wouldn't stop crying, an old man who was snoring, and a very annoying flight attendant that kept flashing me `suggestive gestures'. Who knew peanuts could refer to that?

Not only that, but here we are, my father and I. It's been twenty minutes and we still haven't caught a taxi.

Cough. Cough. My father was also beginning to catch a cold from the persistent blowing of the wind.

"Come on, Ryou! Here's our chance!" I felt my father tug on my arm. Quickly grabbing my two suitcases and backpack, I followed my father who was hurriedly dragging his own luggage. I saw why he was in such a rush. A taxi just pulled up, two people exiting. We had to get there before anyone else decided they needed a ride.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a man looking at his watch. He was tall and slender with dark brown hair. In horror, I saw him target the taxi and begin to stride towards it. "Father! Man at ten `o' clock," I informed, very alarmed.

My father looked to his left and sped up. Before I knew it, we were both running towards the yellow car.

So close. Just a few more feet.

"NO!" My father yelled, the brunette opening the taxi door and getting in. The car sped off. "Dammit!" He cursed, panting.

Dammit was the word. Dammit, I hate this place.

*~*~*

5:37 P.M.

An hour later and we were just pulling up to our new house. It was located in the suburban area. The light blue paint on the exterior walls was peeling off, revealing the brown underneath. Brittle grass lined the walkway that led to our door. I walked along this path to our front door.

Seconds later my father stood beside me and stuck a key into the knob. Thankful that the key worked and we were at the right house, I stepped inside. It was slightly smaller than our home back in England. There were two floors. According to my father, we had two bedrooms, one bathroom, one kitchen, a living room, and a closet where our furnace was located.

Slipping my shoes off in the genkan (A/N: The genkan is the raised entrance hall in a house where you remove your shoes), I picked up one of my suitcases and began to walk up the stairs.

"Your room is the second door on the right," my father told me, disappearing out the front door.

I hauled my suitcase up the stairs with my backpack on. Exhausted by the time I made it up the wooden steps, I slowly wheeled my way to the door my father said. It opened with a creak that reminded me of my old bedroom door. Searching for the light, I flipped on the switch.

Three lights hanging from a fan on the ceiling lighted the room. As soon I stepped in the room a smell of old wood filled my nose. It reminded me of the smell of my old room. In the right wall was a closet. I walked over to it and opened the door, revealing an empty space. I had almost expected to find a dead person or a smaller door.

"Ryou?" shouted my father.

"I'm in my room!" I yelled back.

"Could you please bring all the luggage upstairs? I need to make sure everything is working okay."

Ugh. "Yes, father!"

*~*~*

9:27 P.M.

It's been a long day. After I carried the luggage upstairs I had to help my dad to get the furnace working, but neither of us knew what was wrong. Good thing the phones were working for we ordered pizza for dinner. When I was done eating my dad made me help him clean the house since it'd be easier with the furniture gone. Now I'm lying on the floor atop a few blankets with another one covering me. It's very cold.

I'm nervous about school tomorrow. I wonder what kind of people there are. By the act of earlier today, I'd say they didn't have much respect. But who knows? I don't. School starts at seven, meaning I have to wake up at six. My father drew me a map of where to go to get there. I hope I don't get lost . . .

*~*~*

"Ryou, it's time to wake up. Breakfast is in the fridge. You better hurry or you'll be late for school."

A slight click let me know my father closed the door. Yawn. I better hurry up before I'm late for . . . school!

I quickly stood up from the pile of blankets acting like my bed. Clothes. Need clothes. Wait! Didn't my father say I needed to wear the school uniform? I don't have a uniform! What am I going to do?

Deciding that I'll just explain that I'm new if anyone says anything, I unzipped one of my suitcases and pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a snug blue and white striped shirt (A/N: His outfit from the anime). I ran down the stairs, almost tripping on one of the steps. When I opened the refrigerator, I noticed that only pizza from last night was in there. I guess that's breakfast.

Pulling the box out and setting it on one of the cream counters, I opened it. There were four slices left. I grabbed one and began to eat it. Only after finishing it did I realize there was nothing to drink.

"Father? Do we have any soda or juice or water?"

At that moment my father walked in wearing black slacks and a white dress shirt. He was currently tying his tie. "There should be a water bottle in my brown suitcase upstairs."

"Thanks!" Craving the water, I took the stairs two at a time and ran into my father's room. Brown suitcase . . . there it is! It was already open, giving me easy access. I opened up the new bottle and downed a few gulps.

After I was done quenching my thirst, I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I made sure my teeth were pearly white before I brushed my hair, which was almost as white as my teeth.

"Ryou! The taxi's here!"

My stomach churned. What if no one likes me? Pushing away the negative thoughts that answered that question, I made one last check in the mirror and dashed to my room. I grabbed a light blue over shirt that was unbuttoned in the front. Okay, now I'm ready.

With a deep breath, I practically slid down the stairs and out the front door. A chill of air met my bare forearms as I realized I had no jacket. I don't want to be late for school! Ignoring my body's shivering, I opened the taxi door and jumped in.

*~*~*

Wow. That was the one word I could use to describe Domino High. Wow. With three stories and billions of hallways, it towered over my small one story two-hallway school in England.

Students stared at my clothes, which definitely didn't match the required male uniform of blue pants and jacket with a white undershirt. Finally coming to the sign that read `Main Office' (A/N: In Japanese of course), I stepped into the doorway. There were three women, engaged in documents or computers.

"Ah hem," I cleared my throat. The lady closest to me looked up.

"May I help you?" She asked, giving a disapproving look at my clothes.

"Uh, yes," I answered, obviously nervous under that glower. "I'm new here, and - "

"Over there," she interrupted; pointing at another room that had `Counselor' scribed on the door.

"Thank you." I quickly walked over to the door and timidly knocked. My heart raced, waiting for an answer.

"Come in," welcomed a kind male voice.

I slowly pushed the door open. Inside was a room full with bookcases that had various books and trophies among them.

"How may I help you, dear boy?" I shifted my gaze to the man sitting at an ebony desk. He had shoulder length white hair, yet he looked young, maybe 25. Dressing his body was a red suit. His sepia eyes stared at me with a glint of . . . something. I was never good at reading people.

"I'm a new student here, and I was wondering . . . where I'm supposed to go."

The man smiled a knowing one. "Why of course you are new. What is your name, sweetie?"

Sweetie? "Ryou. Bakura Ryou."

"My dear, dear Ryou. My name is Pegasus. Maximillion Pegasus, but you can just simply call me Master."

What? "E-Excuse me, sir?" Um . . . Master is really creeping me out.

Master laughed. "That was only a joke. Just call me Mr. Maximillion or plain Max."

"Yes, Mr. Maximillion," I wasn't sure how to react to this strange man.

"Now, my wonderful Ryou, please sit down," he requested, pointing to one of the two chairs opposite himself.

I felt very uneasy as he stared almost, lustfully, at me as I sat down.

"One of the young ladies out there will give you your schedule. I'll call for a Peer Helper that will give a tour of where all your classes are. Now about your uniform . . ." Upon mentioning my clothes, his gaze slowly swept down my body and back up to my eyes. "I'll order one, but I need your sizes." Playfulness entered his eyes.

Now I did not want him to measure me. Um . . . pants were a 28 and my shirt was a medium. Right? Sure. "I wear 28 in pants and medium in shirts."

A look of disappointment flashed upon his face before he had a mischievous grin. "Very well, then. Come here tomorrow morning for your uniform. Your Peer Helper will meet you out there."

Relieved that I could finally leave, I stood up and walked to the door opening it. Before I left I heard Mr. Maximillion say, "Bye for now, Ryou-boy."

Eek! Ryou-boy? Sweetie? Dear Ryou? I did not like that man.

"Your name?" I saw the woman who I had talked to earlier staring at me.

"Oh, uh, Bakura Ryou."

The punching of keys were heard as the woman entered my name into the computer. A few clicks later and she gave me my newly printed schedule. Hmm.

I had biology first period, history second period, geometry third period, gym fourth period, lunch fifth period, study hall sixth period, and literature seventh. Three straight boring classes in the morning. I was already beginning to dread this school.

"Are you, Ryou?"

I turned around and saw a blonde boy with hazel eyes smiling at me. "Yes."

"Well, Ryou, welcome!" he loudly greeted, earning glares from the women. "Sorry, ladies, but I just couldn't hold in my joy for finding my date to the Snow Ball."

Date? Snow Ball? "Um . . . what do you mean, date?" I quietly asked.

Waving to the scowling secretaries, this boy wrapped his left arm around my neck and pulled me out of the office. "I mean you're hot! What crazy freak would want to resist ya?"

I blushed at the boy's comment. "Um, could you let me go?"

"Oh! Right." The boy's arm left me and I was able to walk.

I looked over at the other teenager. He was slightly taller than I was and pretty thin. There was a big goofy grin on his face. "Excuse me, but what is your name?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell ya. My name's Katsuya Jonouchi! My friends call me Jou. You can call me Jou, too," he explained. "Now, I'm supposed to show you around the school, so can I have your schedule?"

Holding out my hand, Jou grabbed the paper and looked over it.

"Wow, I feel sorry for you. Major snooze-worthy classes in the morning. Gym should be fun, though. Right now they're doing basketball since the season is coming up. Do you play basketball?"

Basketball? I could feel my heart rapidly pump at the mentioning of basketball. "Yeah."

"Well, good! What position do you play?"

"I played point guard at my old school." I could feel myself becoming excited. It felt good to be talking about the sport.

"Well then, you should check our varsity's point guard. He's amazing! He's only a junior and he already has billions of scholarships to colleges here and in America."

Wow. He must be good. "He must be amazing. Do you play basketball?" I asked, kind of wanting to know more about him that this person.

"Yeah. I myself play a small forward (A/N: One of the wing people for those who don't know)."

"What grade are you in?" I questioned, wanting to know which team he would be playing for. Freshman, Junior Varsity, or Varsity.

"Eleventh," he stated, huffing his chest out in pride.

A small smile spread on my lips. Jou is different from what I had expected. I had thought everyone would be snot-nosed heartless jerks, but Jou was nice and seemed like he'd be a fun to hang out with.

"First up! Ms. Hamado!" he announced, showing me the classroom. Realizing that I wasn't paying attention to which hallways we took, I blushed.

"Um, Jou?" He looked at me. "Which way did we come?"

He laughed and commented that he was just like me in his freshman year. After explaining which way they came from the office, we continued on.

*~*~*

I was amazed at how big the school was. It seemed as if it'd take me years to make it from class to class. After the long tour, it was almost second period so Jou just escorted me to that classroom. My teacher's name was Mr. Deushi. He seemed nice enough.

"Class, we have a new student. His name is Bakura Ryou. Please welcome him with a round of applause."

The room filled with loud applause and shouts of my name. Please, yeah right. The people that weren't too tired to clap barely managed to make their hands meet once. Others just stared and yawned at the newcomer.

"Please take your seat next to Shizuka," he ordered, pointing at an empty desk on the right of a girl with long amber hair and greenish gray eyes. She was wearing the female uniform of a blue skirt and a pink jacket.

"Hello," I greeted with a warm smile. A blush crept across her face and she continued to stare down at her desk. Okay . . .

"Class, get our your notebooks for notes." The whole class began to groan except for Shizuka and I.

Curious, I watched as she leaned down and pulled a notebook from her backpack and opened it to a blank page. I began to reach down but then remembered I didn't bring a backpack, nor a notebook, not even a pencil.

"Here, you can borrow these," a soft female voice offered.

It was Shizuka. She was holding out a green notebook and a mechanical pencil. "Thank you."

Another blush invaded her cheeks. "Your welcome."

Upon opening the notebook, a picture of Jou fell out. Why would she have a picture of him? Does she like him?

"Oh! I'm sorry, I forgot I had that in there," she quickly snatched the picture and put it in her backpack.

I was going to ask her why she had that but I decided against it. There was something about her that seemed familiar . . .

*~*~*

For the first time in my life I was thankful I was going to geometry. History was definitely a `snooze-worthy' class.

"Welcome, may I have your name?" asked Ms. Nitta, my geometry teacher.

"Bakura Ryou." I wondered how many times I'd be saying my name today.

"Oh! You're the new student," she smiled. "Class, there's a new student. His name is Bakura Ryou."

This class was much different from history. First of all, no one was snoring or trying very hard to stay awake. Secondly, they were all staring at me. Lastly, there was a blonde sitting in the back that giving me a confused intense gaze with his astonishing lavender eyes.

"You can take a seat next to the boy in the back, Malik."

Malik? I just stood there in disbelief. Could this be the same Malik that I've talked to online so many times? Malik Ishtar? LavenderLuver? Well, he does have lavender eyes . . . but it couldn't be him.

"Are you going to go sit down?" asked the teacher. I couldn't see her face because I was too busy staring at Malik, but I knew she was giving me a worried look.

As if in a trance, my feet automatically moved towards the back of the room. My stunned sienna eyes never left his light violet ones. Finally sitting down on the left of him, our gazes still being held, I heard him say . . .

"Hello, Ryou."

TBC…

So? Did you like? Sorry I ended it there. I'm very tired and I wanted to post it tonight. Yami will enter this story next chapter, don't worry. In Japan, high school is three years long but I'm making the high school be the American four years long. Also, I'm not very good about father-son sappy scenes, so the beginning was kind of awkward. Haha. I'm not very creative on the screen names either, forgive me. ^ ^. Please review!