Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Save the Last Dance For Me ❯ My Dreams weren't meant to be Shattered ( Chapter 1 )

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Intro to the Story. Trust me on this one, this'll be a long story, but i'll make the chapters quick, so you can get the basic idea without falling asleep... I hope...

Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.25.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 6.8K | Visits: 332 | Status: Completed

Save the Last Dance for Me…

Yami's P.O.V.

Save the Last Dance for me

I gave the ticket to a tall man in a blue uniform before I boarded a train that would take me far away. I had to leave to go to New York. I ah to leave my friends, my home, and even… my dreams. “Go on, young man,” The Ticket man smiled at me cheerfully, and took my luggage from me. I didn't smile back. Ever since yesterday, I haven't been myself. And knowing the reason why I felt gloomy made my heart sink even deeper. I sat down at a seat across from a kindly woman. She smiled at me and tried to make me feel welcome, but today was not my day. She stared into my pocket and noticed my Ballet shoes, and she just had to say something. “I love Ballet. Are you going to see the new play in New York?” I looked at her clearly for the first and noticed that she was an African American. “I'm just going to see my family, but if I see the play, I'll go for it.” I say weakly at her; then I stared back out the window. The woman sighed and I guess she decided to leave me alone.

I saw the trees fly by so fast, it almost reminded me of how my life was going. Things moved so fast hardly no one can keep up. Not even me. I took out my diary and started writing. I couldn't let this thought of mine stay in my head. I had to put it on paper if I wanted to hear the end of it.

Dear Diary,

I know. I know. I haven't talked to you for awhile, but… Many things have happened that I myself am too sad to say. I'm currently on a train to New York, where my divorced Father lives.

Why?

Because my mother and Brother were…

I stopped writing as tears weld up in my eyes, and my mind thought I should remember how exactly it went.

Flashback-

I was stretching myself for my upcoming audition. I was mad because I asked mother to be there for me; and being a busy, florist, mom like her, she couldn't go. Of course, I was ticked at the fact that the only reason why I danced was to impress her. The audition I was going to was for a leading part in a performance that would interest some counselors of a high ranked Dancing School.

A man with a clipboard soon called my name and led me through the doors, but when I pushed the door a cold hand rested on my shoulder. I could've sworn that my heart skipped a beat as I turned around, and looked at a policeman. “Mr. Yami Mouto?” He asked me. “Y-yes?” Something told me that this wasn't going to be anywhere close to being good news. The policeman placed his hand behind me and he pushed me gently to a cleared out space.

“Mr. Mouto… I'm sorry, but… your mom and your brother were both in an accident,” I suddenly couldn't feel my legs anymore and dropped. The policeman caught me and whispered to me what had happened, and told me that both my Mom and my little Yugi were both killed instantly when their car collided with the side of a trailer truck that fell over. I dropped out of the audition, and hung up my shoes before I ran up to my room and cried all night. The policemen stayed with me till they could get some information on me. They wanted to know if I had any other relatives in America. I told them that I still had a father somewhere, but I didn't know where he lived. They soon talked to me again this morning and told me if I wanted to live with my father or go into an orphanage. I told them I didn't know my Father, but I would have to learn sooner or later. And from then on out, I can't remember.

End Flashback-

I stayed quiet and kept staring out the window all through out the entire train ride. The Ticket man didn't ask for my ticket to be punched at each stop, but punch all the holes necessary when I got off the train. I took my luggage and waited for someone to show up, like my father. I sat and waited at a bench somewhere still feeling sad and mad at the same time, for about half an hour when a ugly man walked up to me. “You're sure are a pretty guy. Mind If I took you home?” he said in a strange tone. “If you're my father then you may,” I said bitterly. I've heard many stories about how my Father left my mother, and divorced her after Yugi was born. He gave her everything, but left her with nothing, she would even sometimes walk into my room at night and cry.

The man nodded, “I am, Yami Mouto. I'm your pop. Where's your bags so I can take them to the car?” I grabbed my bag myself, and stood up in front of him. “Oookay, Maybe not.” He turned around and led me away.

“I'm sorry that the policemen couldn't let you stay to at least give your respects to your mother's funeral. I myself wanted to go, but your mother must've hated me so much that she wrote in her will that I wasn't allowed,” He spoke to me as the car drove of. I stayed quiet. I was beginning to think that going with my father was a bad idea.

We arrived at a large, but literally falling apart apartment building. Dad led me upstairs and told me some rules that I had to follow, like no loud music, no friends over, and no sex with guys or girls. I felt a little disgusted when he said guys, but by the way he complimented me at the Train stop, he must've been gay.

He opened the door to my new home, and I wasn't impressed. He showed me where everything was, and I was still very quiet. He said that there was an extra room, but it was too messy to be my room, and he said that he would get to it eventually. I doubted it highly, but he told me that my bed was to be the couch till he could afford a new bed. I told him I felt tired and wanted to go to sleep. He was kind enough to stay quiet, but I didn't feel comfortable being in an apartment with him.

The next day…

I wasn't even close to be well enough as to go to school, but father woke me up and wouldn't let me be till I agreed to go to school. I asked him what kind of school I was going to but al he said was `You'll see.' I was annoyed of him and didn't feel safe around him, could life get any worse?

The morning went very strange. I had no idea of where I was going yet I still got dressed and combed my rough hair (It used to be silky, but because of my depression. I hadn't took a shower).

We left around 7:30 to go to a strange but highly intimidating school. I looked at the sign and it said `All boys school.' I read it out loud to myself then I stared at the man who brought me here. “Yami. I know mom's probably told you some stories about me.” He started. I wanted to look away, but something told me that I had to listen. “Just… Make the best of your day. Make some friends, and then your day won't be that bad.” I rolled by eyes and grabbed some of things before I harshly opened the door to the car. I wanted so badly to slam it in his face, but my body spent so much energy crying I didn't think it could do anything else. I watched my dad drive away quickly as I started my sad lonely journey up towards the school.

As I made my way towards the intimidating I noticed that the sign wasn't kidding. I didn't see one single woman or a girl on my way towards the door. All the boys stared at me in a strange way that I practically shuddered. I knew that I'd never belong here.

I ventured through the halls asking some guys, that I wouldn't even considering my friends, where the guidance office was. Everyone kind of ignored me but I did meet a blonde kid and he led me there. I was thankful that at least someone had manners.

When I reached the counselors office to get my schedule I saw a young man coming out. He seemed to of stared at me for a while then he smirked, like he knew a secret about me. “New kid?” he asked, as he kindly opened the door for me. I stared up at him while I went through the doorway. He was indeed very tall for a high school kid, and he had very mysterious but shiny cerulean eyes. His hair was chestnut brown cut short but was long enough to give an intimidating look to his eyes. “Yes,” I nodded at him in appreciation for his manners. “Well, welcome to New York. Your name was on the speakers this morning. Yami, Is it?” he asked in a curious way. “Yes. I must get my schedule quickly, I'm probably all ready late,” I turned away from him, and continued on my journey to get this damn day over with. Looks like I need to learn manners too. I was sorry that I rudely left him without asking his name as well, or at least not turn away without saying good bye, but… I had a lot on my mind. Things that made me like a volcano and some things that left me in want of being left alone.

“Oh, Yami?” A man turned around as I knocked on the counselor's door. “Yes.” I said as he gave me a slip of paper and stepped out of his office and closed the door. He took out a key and locked it while I stared at my schedule. First was…. English?

Great… My most hated subject ever.

“Shall I show you around before you go to your class?” He asked as he led me away from his office. “Just a little understanding at how the rooms are placed, and I'll be fine.” I replied still staring at my schedule. “Everything on the first floor will be around the 300's. on the second floor everything is 200's and everything on the third floor is 100's. I don't remember why the rooms are set up like that. Maybe it's because math, English and Science have their own separate floors, so maybe that's why. What's your first class?” He looked over my shoulder and stared at my schedule. “English?” I replied. “Then it'll be in the 300's. That's good luck for you; maybe you'll get the same class as the President of the welcome committee and Celebrations expert. I'm sure if you'll see him or talk to him, you'll see why he's in charge of the welcome. He's a very nice kid,” The counselor blabbed on about this mystery guy. He led me down a long hall and gave me some tips about how to tell which way to go, and a bunch of other stuff.

“If you've got any question or if you're having troubles with anyone around here. You can talk to me or you can talk to Mr. Harlan. He's an excellent teacher,” He opened the door for me an excused me to a friendly looking teacher. The teacher came up to me as the bell rang for school to start. He seemed stuck on me because he kept smiling at me since he first saw me. He got me talking as he tried to get my name on the roll sheet. At least something went well today. The teacher was pretty nice. I wonder who that guy was that I saw at the office.

“Okay! Everybody Listen up! Hey, Bakura! Settle down!” Mr. Harlan shouted at the students while I sat quietly. “Thanks for being on time, but now it's time for school,” He said in a lazy voice, but still kept his smile. Everyone groaned in the room. “We've got our self a new buddy in this class. His name is Yami, and I don't want to hear any bad news from him about you guys… Like Bakura breath for instance,” He eyed a strange white haired kid that sat on the windowsill in the back of the classroom rather than his own desk. “I brush my teeth Harley. You just never see me do it,” Bakura shrugged. “Yeah, just like the fact that you never take a shower,” Harlan kept funning with Bakura as he passed out large books. “As I was saying, Yami is new, and it would probably mean a lot to him if someone from this class would show him the ropes around here.” Mr. Harlan fiddled with his own textbook. While Mr. Harlan was busy, someone behind me tapped my shoulder. I turned my head slightly and saw that man from before. He waved kindly to me and whispered, “I'm Seto. Nice to meet you.” I waved back gently and smiled. I turned back towards the front and the teacher was staring at me. “Good job, Seto,” He said, but I could tell that this `Seto' didn't do it for the glory.

“Okay, Last class, we learned about Luther and how he started the Reformation. Does anybody know how he did it?” The teacher asked the class, but no one answered. “Yami, I'll give you a free pass on some of the work we've done so far, and I'll have you read some pages so you can catch up,” He talked to me in a small whisper. “Okay, back to the question. Does anybody know?” He asked the class again, still nobody answered. I raised my hand. “Yami? I guess you can take a shot,” He pointed at me. I put my hand down and took a deep breath before I answered, “Luther created the 95 thesis to reestablish how salvation is achieved. A Friar cheated people by making them think that god could forgive them with indulgence. Luther won his popularity by creating the 95 thesis and publishing it through out Europe.” Mr. Harlan nodded his head in agreement, but then he looked behind me. “Want to add something Seto?” he said as he sat on his desk but still faced the class. “I agree with Yami, but Luther didn't `Achieve' Popularity by publishing his own 95 thesis. He used the 95 thesis to get reestablish the salvation idea, and keep the Friar from lying to the people again just to gain money. Somebody copied the 95 Thesis themselves and sent it through a print, and then spread the word across Rome. Luther didn't want popularity he only wanted to be a good Christian. When he and one of the popes from the churches went into an argument and Luther got excommunicated from the church. Luther then used his followers to form a group called the Lutherans.” I could just picture the guy laughing his ass off behind me. I turned around to him, and he wasn't laughing but he had a large smirk on his face. “Yeah but. Luther was exiled after Charles sent him to his trial. Because he was exiled his followers rounded up and formed a group separate group apart from the roman Church. There were then two churches in a one religion city.” I replied. Everyone else in the classroom `Ooohed' and Mr. Harlan said something about a debate, but I didn't hear well.

Seto didn't act like he agreed. He just seemed to argue with me. My over confident self glowed a bit, getting its usual argument trouble. “True, but wasn't just in Rome. It was all over Europe. People started to question what the true way to god was, then that Luther started his own religion group.” Seto eased back and looked like he was retreating from me. I turned around quickly and took another deep breath. Seto beat me in my answer, and I was embarrassed, but that wasn't the reason why I needed a second breath. I felt so angry with myself that I started blaming others. I wish that I didn't even challenge Seto; He probably thinks I'm just a ranting bitch who thinks he know it all.

“Good job, you two,” Mr. Harlan applauded Setos and mine little argument, but I wish I could take it back. “Extra Credit for both of you!” He smiled happily and wrote some stuff down in a red book. My face turned almost the same color as that book as I noticed everyone was staring at me. “Okay. Everyone turn your books to page… 458? Or was it 459?” I quickly grabbed my book and began reading hurriedly, wondering if no one was looking at me anymore.

A few minutes passed, and I was still reading but I couldn't understand a single word. It wasn't until I felt that tap on my shoulder again. I jumped at the touch of that finger, and hesitated as I turned my head to Seto. “I couldn't help but notice… Your book is upside down. How can you read like that?” He sounded like he was trying to hold back a few giggles as he watched me realize why I couldn't read it. I blushed again as I turned away and adjusted my reading problem. I heard a small chuckle and a few giggles around the room.

I think my day just got worse….

0987-87-6-96-86-6 After Class -98-87-787877-87-87-87

I checked my schedule as I watched everyone leave the class room. I wanted to ask Seto if he was the `Great guy' I was hearing about, but after he kind of laughed at me… I thought, Maybe not! “Mr. Harlan? Could you help me?” I asked the teacher as I went towards the door. “Yes? You want to know where your next class is?” He walked up to me, and without looking at the schedule in my hand he said to me. “Go up the stairs down this hall and take a right. It's the first door on your left. You should be having Mr. Willenberg next? Am I wrong?” I took a glance back at the schedule and was amazed to see that he was right. “Yes,” I replied and was about to go out the door, but Harlan stopped me. “Here's your book Yami. I think Seto checked it out for you early this morning. I forgot that he left it for you,” Mr. Harlan stuffed a book in my all ready full hands. “Your locker. Go to it and drop that book off. You won't need it till next class,” He pushed me out gently and then closed the door. I sighed and tried to find my locker down the long hallways.

“Yo! Get yer but over here! Yeah You!”

“Man! I oughta punch you in the face!”

“Yeah Right!”

“Holla!”

Loud people stormed the hallways, as I tried to walk my way through. I eventually reached my locker, some miles away from the stairs that I had to go up to inorder to reach my next class.

“Hey, Chris! Don't forget there's a test in Chem today!”

“All right!”

“Layta!”

I sat my book back on the ground as I fiddled around with my lock. Not knowing that someone grabbed my bag and opened up a locker next to me. I turned around as soon as I got my locker door opened and what do I see- nothing!

“What? Where'd it go?” I turned and searched for the inside of my locker, but it wasn't there. The guy right next to me slammed his locker and held up his bag in front of my face. “Don't put yer shit on the floor. All the guys up in `ere will take whateva they can find. Unless you wanta pay for dem books, keep a good eye on dem,” A blonde haired kid with brown eyes smiled at me. Then left without another word. I told him thanks before he left but I didn't think he heard me. “Well… I learned something today,” I went back to changing my stuff so I won't have an early P.E. class. I have that later today. I couldn't help but think about that guy I saw. He seemed to act just like how Seto was. Say something nice then… Take off.

23r 23r- Skipping ahead to my P.E. class -q3r2q-3r32-r3-r2-3r

“Okay, Girls, eunuchs… ITS! I know you all dread this day, but today we're going to have our balance test! Each one of you sissies are going to stand on this balancing beam and you're going to move across,” A loud mouth, fat, Sweaty man shouted at all of us as we stood like in a war line. This guys name was Mr. Hamilton, and he had the fat to prove the `Ham' part of his name. “if you want to do a cartwheel on this balance beam, then go right ahead. If you want to fall and break your ass, Then Do It! But nobody is goin to walk away without taking this test! NOW MOVE!” He shouted to all of us and we all got in a line. I noticed the blonde kid from before was in my class, and he sat with some other friends of his. As I stood in line watching many of the guys struggling to get even onto the beam I over heard the Blondie's conversation.

“Man! Mr. Hamilton needs to learn what it's like to work! He's so fat, I'm sure he couldn't even get out of the couch without getting tired!” I giggled at Joeys comment.

“That boy needs to work out!” One of his friends said in a monotone.

“YOU! NEW BOY!” I jumped as the coach pointed at me. “Get your butt up here and show us what you got!” I ran up quickly to the beam and got on it with ease. “Good. At least someone can get up on the damn thing.” The coach got out his red book and watched me. I wasn't for sure what to do but I started to walk forward. I had my arms out stretched, keeping my balance as I looked at the others in line. I noticed that everyone started to watch me.

“Hey! Look at the new guy!” The Blondie tapped his friends and pointed at me.

I smiled as I did a quick no hand cartwheel on the beam. Everyone awed. The coach didn't say a word. I walked towards the end of the beam and did a backwards cartwheel, but with hands. I did a few Leg stretches and did a tip toe walk across the beam. Everyone was quiet for a moment or two as I finished showing off, but then everyone clapped loudly. I stepped off the balancing beam and sat down in a quiet spot, and watched the others try the beam. I thought I would at least make some friends as I showed off some of my talents, but no one came to me or said a word to me.

At lunch…

The food didn't look all that appetizing, but maybe I could use Lunch as an excuse to sit with somebody? I saw the Blonde kid again, and his table looked sort of full. He sat down with some friends, and I thought that maybe he could make room for me. I made my way towards the table and was about to sit down, but some boys pushed me and sat in the spot. Joey was staring at me the whole time, and seemed shocked that I couldn't get a seat. “What you go an do dat for? I coulda used dat spot for anutha friend! Move yer fat ass outa `ere!” Joey shoved their stuff away and let me sit down. The boys that sat before me left, they didn't say a word to Joey but they did pick up their stuff. “Sorry bout dat,” Joey said as another kid sat down, but next to him. I smiled at him as I sat down in the spot I eyed ever since I came to eat lunch, and placed my stuff next to me. “Hey, Ryou. Didn't see ya dair.” He slapped his friends hand in a greeting, then he turned to me. “So… What's ya name?” He said as he passed an apple to a white haired kid named Ryou. “I'm Yami,” I said friendly as I tried to decide if I could throw the food outside or just throw it in a garbage can. “I'm Joey, and dis is da biggest bitch of da table!” Joey pointed at Ryou. Ryou made a few comments about the difference between him and Joey, then he turned to me and asked “I'm not that much of a bitch… Am I?” I smiled at Ryou, not really wanting to answer the question, but then I saw someone familiar walk past the table. It was Seto. He seemed to have something on his mind, but then he suddenly smiled and sat down with some friends at a different table.

Seto then sat on a windowsill, all gangster style, at a table full of guys that didn't leave a good impression. I made a curious look at Seto, and I thank ra that he didn't notice me. Joey and Ryou noticed my sudden change on my face as I continued staring at Seto.

“What? Who you staring at?” Joey and Ryou looked in my staring direction, but didn't see that I was staring at Seto. “Nobody,” I tried to change the subject, and I stopped staring at Seto. Ryou didn't want to drop it, “You staring at one of the guys at the `Bad' Table?” “Bad Table?” I asked him back. “Yeah, a group of punks that pratically rule this part of the city. They shoot people who aren't allowed on their terf, but you're the new guy, so they won't get you. Unless… You pick a fight with them.” I just couldn't picture a kind person like Seto to sit at THAT kind of table so I shook my head no. “Wait. You weren't staring at Seto Kaiba, Weren't you?” I looked at Joey who looked back at me with a smirk on his face. I had a quick flashback of Seto having that same smirk.

“Seto? I remember seeing him earlier today. He acted like a total show off to me, acting like he knew everything. What? Do you know him?” I didn't know how else to answer. “Of course I know him, He's my brother.” Joey turned all the way to me. I gasped and was about to apologize, but then Ryou and Joey both laughed at me. “It's cool. My brother gets a little annoying with me at times, too,” He held his hand out and I slapped it in the same fashion as he and Ryou did. We all laughed, told things about each other and enjoyed our Lunch. They asked me at how I got my balance to be so good, but I didn't have the heart to tell them that I practiced ballet. So I told them that I used to be in Gymnastics. Joey even asked me if I have ever been in a dance club. I wasn't for sure how to answer, but he said that I had good footwork, enough to do some `Clubbing'. What ever that was. I agreed to it, and Joey said something about meeting him after school out front.

But I myself learned some things from Joey about Seto. I learned that Seto wasn't in that Gang for some money or for the fame, but because his only friend that he ever trusted was the leader of that gang. And it was one thing after another that led Seto to join. Joey says that Seto has never picked up a gun or even looks at one without having a disgusted look on his face. And also, Seto sits with those guys because he is now the leader of them, but doesn't have order shootouts or anything…

I wonder what happened to Setos' friend?

Normal P.O.V.

Back at the beginning of Lunch. Before Yamis meet up with Joey.

Seto sighed as his friends called for him at a far off corner in the lunch. Seto grabbed some chips and paid them at the cash register. “Hey, You got my Doritos?” A white haired kid that looked like Ryou but meaner asked, and tried to snatch the bag away from the tall brunette. “Yeah, Yeah, keep talking, Bakura.” Seto got out his own bag of Doritos and ate them in front of Bakura on purpose. “Don't you've got some ass to kiss, Seto? Because your breath doesn't smell as bad as it was yesterday.” Bakura shoved a chuckling Seto back. “I think I'll keep using that stuff called `toothpaste' and that new invention which that they now call a `toothbrush,'” Seto remarked, and sat on the windowsill and watched his friends play a small game of cards.

Seto was enjoying his small lunch until a murdering, Gangster, devilish looking man sat next to Seto. “Long time no See, Kaiba,” Everyone at the table stopped and looked up in horror at a familiar man. Seto turned his head slowly, “Marik? I thought you were in jail?” the one called Marik turned to his friend and stared at him mischievously with his purple eyes. Marik's sandy blonde hair was, as usual, wildly pointing in every direction imaginable. Seto flinched as he stared back at him. “I was, but I got let out. Some fuckin' assholes tried to get their damn hands on my ass, and I knocked the shit out of them… What are all you staring at!” Marik yelled loudly at his gang, for he was the Former leader and now current leader again (Seto was the leader while he was away, and the gang likes Seto more than Marik. For one Seto didn't call them names, and two he was at least more peaceful than Marik). His gang started scrambling around and tried not to look back at Marik. “Those idiots,” Marik whispered as he looked back at his best friend, Seto. “So… you've been taking care of those maggots down the street, Seto? I hear they've been picking off some of my boys since I went to Jail.” Marik leaned closer to Seto, but Seto pulled away from him. “No,” Seto said bluntly as Marik frowned. “Fine, I'll shoot them myself, Seto, but…Just for fun. How about you and me and some of the damn losers (He meant the gang) play some basketball after school.” Seto was about to protest that he had some homework, but Marik cut in. “Good, Meet me at the old Court down by the alley. And Seto?” “Yeah, but I've-” Seto tried to say something about him having homework, but once again Marik cut him off. “Take this, It's a present for being my brother in my times,” Marik took out a large wad of cash and stuffed it in Seto's pocket quickly. Seto didn't say anything. “I knew you'd like my present,” Marik walked away, leaving Seto and the rest of the gang speechless.

To be Continued….

Note: I don't own Yu-Gi-oh!

What was the money all about?

and

What will Seto do with it?

Will Yami ever fall in love with Seto?