Yami considered that. Yugi's 'people' were probably the rough and tough crowd.

"What if they started it?" Yami asked, curious.

Yugi laughed. "They certainly do that. Well, if they don't listen to you, feel free to beat them up. And yes, I believe I'm stronger than you. Despite my looks, I am the same age as you." He winked, his posture confident.

Yami nodded, figuring they were done talking, and walked away.

Yugi sighed before glancing at Joey. "Do that again, and he will beat you up," he warned.

The blonde grumbled as he walked away with Honda. Yugi turned to watch Yami's retreating back, seeming to be lost in thought. Then he turned, heading to class.

They quickly discovered they sat next to each other in Social Studies - which came directly after lunch - and Yami quickly noticed how no one looked directly at Yugi.

"Why's everyone scared of you?" he asked.

"Besides being the boss of most gangs, the delinquents, along with being stronger than everyone else?" Yugi asked innocently.

Yami snickered softly. "Yes, besides that."

Yugi looked up to make sure they wouldn't get caught before replying, "My mood changes a lot… you caught me at a good time. When I'm irritated, I blow up at every little thing."

Yami was surprised. "Really?"

The child nodded. "Mm, or if I'm depressed I tend to… um. Well."

Yami laughed. "Capricious?" he supplied.

Yugi said, "Yes. Capricious, or fey, or moody."

"You're pretty smart," Yami noted. "For a delinquent especially, but in general too."

Yugi shrugged. "I guess so," he said.

"Yami. Yugi." Both boys looked up, busted. The teacher glared at them. "Would you mind telling us what was so important?"

Yami scanned the classroom before saying, "Of course. We were discussing the genocide - having our own debate."

The teacher smirked. "Oh really? What sort of debate?"

Yami stifled a smirk of his own as the teacher fell into his trap. "Thanks for asking - you see…" He spoke faster, rattling off opinions based off of what he could see on the board. Having learned quite a bit of it before, Yami added onto his false debate until it impressed even him with its turns in discussion.

He stopped as the teacher raised a hand. "Thank you," he said, turning away.

Mentally, Yami translated the teacher's words: Shut up, Yami.

Next to him, Yugi was chuckling. Although he kept quiet, his small frame was shaking. "Oh man," he whispered, his voice full of mirth. "I haven't seen anyone so easily avoid embarrassment of being called out since I was caught last time."

"What happened?" Yami asked, now warily keeping an eye on the teacher. He had learned his lesson.

Yugi shrugged. "Oh. Actually, it was one of my friends. He has long hair… and even though it's allowed, this one teacher gave him trouble." The child sneered a little. "So, I - well, blackmailed him a bit. He backed off - went so far as to transfer to another school."

Yami studied his classmate. Then the bell rang, and they parted ways for the day. What an interesting person.