Right, so I was going to wait until I finished mmml to put one of these up, but I couldn't anymore. This one wasn't winning the poll, which I just closed two minutes ago, but I don't care. I like it more than the other one, and have been working on it more than the other one too. So, I do not own Yugioh, enjoy!

Oh! Warning! Yugi is a bit, eh, rude in this one, and don't expect it to clear up anytime soon.

Runaway

Chapter 1

Yugi huffed again, this was his what, eighth adoption in the past three months? He was 17, practically an adult, he didn't need any good doers adopting him. He was better off on his own. Yugi was short for his age, and he had yet to grow any facial hair, but it wasn't from lack of trying. His baby face didn't exactly help, nor did his large amethyst eyes that covered most of face. His hair was a crown of three colors and he sometimes wondered if it was hereditary, or if his parents had used him for odd experiments.

He never really knew them. He was taken from them when he was three, but he could never remember why. He didn't have any other family, so he was put in foster care. He had always been tossed from family to family, no one really seemed to want him. And at the age of ten, he found out he had an affinity for running, found it exhilarating actually. So started his career of a runaway.

If he didn't like the home he would just runaway. Usually back to the Orphanage, which wasn't any better, but he really didn't have anywhere else to go. He was a loner at school. No one talked to him or approached him. Sure he may have been the star of the track team, but next to his hotter track members he was easily looked over.

"Alright, Mutou, let's try this again," the Director said coming into the waiting room. He had a smiling couple behind him. Great another couple that was probably going to try to shove their ideas of love on him. Lucky him. Love didn't exist, in any shape or form, so he didn't know why anyone was suggesting that it did.

"Mutou! Are you listening to me?" the Director asked pulling him from his thoughts.

"Nope," Yugi answered.

"Sounds like someone has an attitude problem," the male teased.

"Sounds like someone thinks I'm five," Yugi said back in the same tone.

"Enough," the Director cut in. "Yugi, these are the Freshalls. They have successfully adopted two other children named Ryou and Malik. They're your age too, so maybe you'll find something in common."

"Doubt it," Yugi mumbled.

"Please do me a favor and just try to fit into this home?"

"Not likely to happen, so why bother in the first place?"

The Director sighed, turning to the Freshalls. "There's a reason as to why the other children, as well as myself, call him the runaway. Don't be surprised if you wake up one morning and not find him in his bed where you left him. Though, you're welcome to pick him up from the Orphanage at any time of your choosing. If you want to of course, most families don't."

"Well, don't you worry. He'll have no reason to run from us." The female said.

"That's what they all say," the Director said taking off his glasses and pinching his nose. He sighed, before putting the glasses back on. "Well, I'll just leave you guys to it, and hopefully we never see the runaway again." The Director walked out off towards his office muttering about probably seeing him again in two days.

"Well, Yugi, you can call me Mira, and this is my husband Dilan." The female said.

"Yeah, I don't do names," Yugi said swinging his back pack over his shoulder. "You'll be female, and he'll be male. It's easier not to get attached that way." He walked past them and out the door. There was a shabby car parked out front, and he figured it was theirs, so he just jumped in without invitation.

The male and female came out of the building slowly, and paused at seeing him in the car already. The male looked like he was laughing, before he walked around to the driver's side and hopped in himself. The female got into the passenger's seat, and turned to him.

"How did you know this was our car?"

"Uh, cause it was out front and unlocked?"

"It could have been someone else's car."

"Oh no, it's shabby like you guys, so it couldn't have been anyone else's," Yugi sneered.

She turned back around in her seat. "Drive," she ordered her husband.

"Yes dear," he said putting it into gear and pulling away from the curb.

"So you're the lap dog in this scenario, huh male?"

He glanced at him through his rearview mirror. "So tell me, how many days will it be before you start using our names?"

"Zero, you'll be taking me back to the Orphanage in 30 anyway."

"Is that why it's easier not to do names? Tell me when did you give them up?"

"None yuh biz."

The car ride was silent after that. They seemed to realize either that he wasn't in the talking mood, or they weren't going to get any real answers out of him. They pulled up in front of a cliché house. Yellow paint, blue shutters, and picket white fence. He got out of the car, making sure to slam the door, and looked up and down the street. They were all like that, must be a subdivision.

"Welcome home, Yugi," the female said putting her hand on his shoulder. He pushed it off. Mothers.

He walked up the path and opened the door. Two heads poked out of one of the rooms, he raised his eyebrows, surprised that he recognized them. They were the blonde sidekick, and the snow white kid. Now, while no one noticed him, he noticed everyone, and gave them all nicknames.

"Hey look, its snow white and the sidekick."

"Mutou." They said back faces falling slightly.

"Say hi to your new brother," the female said coming in behind him.

"Whoa, whoa, you're not even going to adopt me, so don't get their hopes up by having them call me brother. I don't do any of that icky family stuff anyway."

"Well, son, this will be your room," the male said opening a door on the first floor to a decent sized abode. He nodded, he could sleep here for a couple of days. It was a white room, with a choice of blue or green sheets for the bed. It had a dresser, a decent sized desk, a small closet with a mirror attached to the inside of the door, an in room bathroom, and hardwood floors that creaked when he walked across them. He threw his pack onto the bed, and fished out his iPod. He had saved up for ages to buy one, and had filled it up with what the Director called angry songs.

"Well, I'm gonna take a run of the neighborhood. Get a good look around, and be back by four," Yugi said putting his headphones in.

"Um, okay, and when you get back we can give you a tour of the rest of the house," the female said.

"Yeah, sounds great," Yugi nodded walking out the front door. He turned on his iPod to Perfect Life by Red. His all-time favorite band. And Escape the Fate and Fall-Out Boy too. Those were other favorite bands of his. Yugi stretched before he took off running down the sidewalk.

It was just him and Red. Release the Panic was his favorite album by them. He started to run faster, the wind moving through his hair. He noticed that no one was in front of him, so he closed his eyes and just listened to the song as he ran. It was so fitting, every new family looked perfect, but it was all lies. They all turned on him in the end. He supposed he was partially to blame, with shutting everyone out the way he did, but it was just who he had become. When you were returned to the same Orphanage 103 times, you kind of closed up against the world. It was easier to not get hurt that way. His eyes snapped open just as he crashed into another human being.

"Hey, watch where you're going," they said as they stood back up. They grabbed his arm and yanked him up too.

"Sorry, no one was in front of me a mile ago. Where did you even come from?" Yugi asked brushing dirt from his pants.

"My home," he sounded like he was pointing. "Say, are you new around here?"

"Yeah, I live with the Freshalls, for now," he replied checking his iPod to make sure it wasn't damaged in the fall. A hand grasped his chin and yanked his head up to stare into red violet ones.

"You should look at someone when they're talking to you."

Yugi smacked his hand away, "don't touch me."

"You're cute," they said shaking their hand slightly. Yugi rolled his eyes. "No, I mean it, you're really cute."

"Go to hell," Yugi replied making to move past him. He knew who this was. This was the boyfriend of that really possessive guy, Atem. This was Yami. He called them the clone twins though, because they all looked similar, and were a year younger than him.

"Ah, wait, what's your name?" Yugi snorted, and let out a small laugh. "What's so funny?" he asked like he was really confused.

Yugi grasped his hand and patted it, "don't you worry I know who you are. You're one of the clone twins. Where's the possessive boyfriend?"

"Ah," he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "he's…wait, what do you mean clone twin? I'm not a clone."

Yugi rolled his eyes, sighing before turning and running again. He passed Atem on his way around the corner, and the latter did a double take of him. He didn't pay him any mind though, and just kept running. He eventually came across a trail, and ran along that. It led to a whole different subdivision. Geez, just how big was this thing? He'd find out a different day. For now he turned around and headed back the way he came.

The clone twins were waiting at the end of the trail for him. He raised an eyebrow at them and discreetly turned up his music, as he took off down a different sidewalk path then the one he came in on. If this subdivision was really connected in the way that he thought it was, he would find his new street again. He lowered the music again, and heard the pitter patter of feet behind him. He looked briefly over his shoulder to see them pursuing him. He threw them a smirk before shutting off his music all together and just running.

There was a reason why he was the track star of Domino High, people underestimated him because of his height. He was very fast though, something he had learned to be from countless years of being pursued by bullies. They gave up in High School though, they couldn't catch him anymore. This was no different. He hadn't been planning on out running anyone, but since they insisted, who was he to disappoint?

By the time he got back to the Freshalls, they were nowhere in sight. Either they gave up or he lost them, put it was probably the first choice. Most did after all. He climbed the steps and walked inside making a show of pulling his headphones out. He went into his room and collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily.

"Would you like some water?" the male asked from his doorway.

Yugi sat up to see him holding a cold water bottle. He could see the condensation dripping down it. He followed one droplet all the way to the floor. "I'd love some, thanks." The male walked into his room and handed him the bottle.

"So, Ryou told us that you're on the track team."

"Yeah."

"You run?"

"I'm the best. No one can out run me."

"Really?"

"Yep! I'm underestimated you see, because of my height, it's a great advantage in the field," Yugi said opening the water bottle. He didn't guzzle the water though, he drank it in slow steady gulps. He'd learned early that guzzling water was bad to do after a hard run, it was much better for your body to take slow steady gulps. Still, it was a mistake he often saw many of his fellow track members making, repeatedly, the lesson never learned.

"Sounds like you're very passionate about it."

"I am. If I didn't have track, then I wouldn't have anything," Yugi replied slowly looking off towards something only he could see. He blinked then, and seemed to realize he was having a decent conversation with someone and went back to his rude demeanor. "Was there anything else you wanted male?"

"Yes," he rose to his feet, "the female is cooking steak, and while attending is optional, I would highly suggest that you don't pass it up."

"I suppose I can suffer through one meal with you guys."

"How gracious of you. Dinner is at six sharp, every night. Remember it is optional, but I would suggest you don't miss it anyway." With that little speech he started to walk out.

"Pretty picture," Yugi muttered falling back down onto the bed.

"What was that?" he asked pausing in the doorway.

"Nothing," Yugi responded as the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" the female called. There was a murmur of talking before the screen door sounded like it was opening and someone was coming in. Yugi walked towards his door looking out curiously, thinking it must be one of the other's friends. But no, it was the possessive clone.

"Look, I barely even touched the boyfriend, okay?" Yugi called gaining Atem's instant attention. "So could the possessive clone go suck his dick and make him feel better now?" the female's mouth dropped open, as Atem's eyes widened slightly, his eyebrows shooting up into his hairline. Laughter filled the house from the other three occupants. Yugi gave him a little salute with his middle finger, and retreated back into his bedroom making sure to shut the door.

Knock. Knock.

"Actually, I came to ask if you wanted to run with Yami and I tomorrow morning," Atem said through his door.

"Tch, like you could keep up."

"Well, you know what they say, if you want to be the best, you must hang out with the best."

"Yeah, I think you should just go back to ignoring me. That'll be the best."

"Huh? I thought you were new to the neighborhood?"

"The neighborhood, yes, our school not so much."

"We go to the same school?"

Yugi rolled his eyes, that question didn't even deserve an answer. Not only did they all go to the same school, they had a six classes together, and were both on the track team. You'd think they'd recognize his run from behind as that was the view they always had of him. Then again, he was easily overlooked, so he supposed he shouldn't have been really all that surprised.

"Hello? Are you still there?" Atem asked after a few moments of silence. Yugi looked over at the clock to see it read 5:59 pm. No way was he missing out on steak just cause this possessive person wanted to stand outside his door. In fact, he should be taught a lesson on why one shouldn't stand outside a door that swings outwards.

Yugi grasped the handle and opened it sharply. "Oh!" A cry of pain sounded on the other side. Yugi poked his head out of the door, and saw Malik and Ryou walk past quickly muffling their laughter in their hands. "Aw, did I hit you?" Yugi asked looking up at him as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Blood was trickling slowly out of it. "I didn't realize you were leaning up against the door. As for your request, denied." Atem was giving him a look of both great disdain and dislike. He nodded once, slowly, before turning and walking out still pinching the bridge of his nose.

The female poked her head out into the hallway, and looked at the door before looking back at him. "Yugi, what happened to Atem's nose?"

"I accidentally hit him with my door," he widened his eyes ever so slightly it wasn't even noticeable if you didn't know to look for it. "I didn't realize he was standing so close."

"Oh!" she put her hand to her cheek, "well I hope you apologized."

"Of course I did."

"Oh, that's wonderful, you're already making friends." Yugi had the urge to raise an eyebrow at her, but it would ruin his façade and instead kept silent, his face passive. "Well, come, dinner is ready," She said motioning him forward. Yugi walked into the kitchen to find it actually very large. There were cabinets made of cherry wood, a silver double stove, one of those new fancy fridges, two dishwashers, two sinks with one being smaller than the other, an island, and lots of open counter space. He took this all in in 30 seconds, before sliding into the only open chair. It just happened to be between both Ryou and Malik.

They all started to hold hands like they were going to say grace or something. He was right, they started to chant something right out of the catholic bible. When it became apparent that he wasn't going to join in though, just hold his classmates hands, they stopped trying to get him to and just finished the prayer before they all started to dig in. It was near the middle of the meal that Ryou and Malik hit him with some startling news.

"Hey, we've made a decision," Ryou whispered in his ear.

"About what?"

"About us hanging out with you tomorrow at school," Malik answered. Yugi immediately started to choke on the milk he had been swallowing. Ryou gasped, and started to pat his back trying to get him to breath normally again.

"What?" he asked as soon as he could talk and breathe semi-normally.

"Well, you see Yugi, they have bully problems," the female said sadly.

That got his attention as he straightened up slightly. "Who?"

"Akeifa, and Marik."

"Oh, well you should hear them gush about you when you're not around. It's actually quite annoying listening to them go on and on about you two while we're warming up on the track. You know that Akeifa and Marik do the high jump right? 'They're so cute, they're so adorable, why won't they give us the time of day?'"

"You're lying," Ryou said first.

"You know I wish I was, because it really puts a dent in their image. I don't know why you think they're bullies, they're really just a bunch of softies. All of them."

"All of them?" Malik questioned.

"Yep, Yami tears up and Atem turns to a pile of goo," Yugi said standing up. "Well, that's as much family time as I can handle, so I think I'll be turning in for the night." He walked over to the large sink and rinsed off his dishes. He found the right dishwasher and put them into it. He walked out then, and back to his room.

He grabbed the chair from the desk and was about to put it under the handle of the door, before realizing that would be pointless. What was he doing anyway? Was he really going to run out on them on the first night? They had been nothing but nice to his rude attitude. He sighed flopping down on the chair and facing the door. He supposed he could give them a chance, a small one. He still didn't trust them not to dump him at first possible opportunity though. So he got up and dragged the chair back over to the desk and started to unpack. He hadn't done that since he was 14.

He found his homework, crumpled up at the bottom of his bag. Now, while he may not have been the most sociable person, he did have perfect grades. And he supposed not having a social life helped with that. Still though, if his grades fell than he would be kicked off the track team. Running was his life, literally, so that clearly wasn't an option. He put it on the desk and smoothed it out.

He heard the door creak open behind him, but didn't bother looking over his shoulder. He heard a sigh, it sounded like the female's, before the door was closed again. He finished checking over his last problem of pre-calc, and sat back in the chair. Parents usually only checked up on him once, so he figured it would be alright to go out for a late night run, and since the window didn't have a screen…

"Hah. Hah. Hah. Hah. Hah. Hah." Yugi was leaning up against a tree. He should have brought that water bottle with him. He had run up and down this trail three times already, it wasn't very long. Well, not long enough for him anyway.

He heard someone coming up in the dark behind him. He waited until they were almost even with him, before swinging his arm back. His wrist was caught in a steel grip, and a light clicked on illuminating his face. Yugi shied away from the bright light, not at all liking being illuminated like that.

"You have some pretty fast reflexes," Atem said.

"So do you," Yugi replied.

"What are you doing out here?" Atem asked.

Yugi jammed his elbow back into his gut, and Atem released his wrist. "Running, what's it look like I'm doing?"

"Injuring me again," he rasped out holding his side.

"Well, that's your own fault." Yugi replied pushing off of the tree. "You were the one leaning against my door, and wouldn't let me go."

He stood up straight again, "you could've asked."

"Not my forte."

"So, my boyfriend seems to find you cute. Personally, I don't see it."

"Good, let's keep it that way."

"I mean you're rude, violent, volatile, sarcastic, and did I mention rude?"

"Yeah, at the beginning." Yugi looked down at his watch and turned on the light for it. It was going on one, he should be getting back. "Well, I better be heading back home. Let's make a pact to avoid each other from now on." Yugi didn't even give him a chance to answer before he was shaking his hand and running off.

Well, that was taken care of. He didn't need to worry about the possessive clone anymore. Sure they would see each other on the track tomorrow, but seeing as he never paid attention to him before, he didn't see how that would change. Yugi felt confident in the knowledge that his problems with the other were over as he climbed back into his open window. He took off his shoes and shirt and flopped down into the bed. Life was great for him, and nothing was going to change, nothing.

Please review. Midnight ;p