It's In Your Eyes

Chapter 1

Author Notes: Not only is it a really good song but it's also a wicked good title for this story i'm doing. I am doing Mystical Guidance as well so please bare with me, as it may take me awhile to get these stories done(among a crap ton of other stories in several different anime/game archives.)

I do not own Yugioh, I love and support Puzzleshipping(aka yumi aka Yami x Yugi. This is one of the only yaoi pairings I fangirl over. So do me a favor and don't try to crush my my story just because you don't like the pairing.

Otherwise the fangirls will chase you, and kill you, then revive to torture and kill again. Rinse and repeat anyone? Ahem, this is going to be a genderbend where surprise surprise Yugi is going to be a girl in modern day. No magic, no shadow games, and lastly, the Yami characters have bodies and lives of their own. Here we go!

3rd P.O.V

Her life was hell. There was no use denying it. Luck just never seemed to be on her side and even if it was, destiny had a lot of fun doing whatever it took to screw her over. The moment anything good in her sad and depressing life happened, it was snatched away. Like a never ending play of tragedy.

It was a hard core determination, a good healthy serving of fake smiles, optimism, and stubborn attitude that kept her alive for this long. This morning she woke up to her alarm clock demanding that she rise from one of the only blank dreams she received in the past 16 years.

With a groan she slapped it off, slightly narrowing her eyes, wondering if it would dare defy her demand to be quiet. Knowing that time would stop for no one, especially her, she got out of bed, heading for a nice steamy shower.

Sleep was very tempting, as with the fact that she for once didn't have any nightmares, she was hoping that she could have a few more moments of peace before going to school. Yugi Muto snapped to attention as knocking on the door caught her attention.

"Yugi honey. Are you alright?" She sighed quietly. Glad that the still hot water drowned out the sound of her exhaustion. "Yes Grandpa, I'll be out in a minute." She waited a few moments, hearing his footsteps descend down the stairs.

Focusing at last and wide awake, she began doing her hair, putting shampoo in her long colorful locks. She didn't look like other 16 year olds that's for sure. To start off she was short. A petite thing of 4 ft 8, shorter then even her grandfather who's 5 ft 2.

Oh how it annoyed her how she would looked like a middle school or even sometimes, an elementary school student. How many people who gave her nicknames or did puns involving her height, she lost count.

To make matters worse she lacked in the chest department. If not for her school ID and soft feminine voice, many could(and have) mistake her for a boy. Her self esteem and pride of being a girl left her years ago. Seeing how her obsession with games and puzzles made her appear as a nerdy tomboy.

The only thing she liked about herself physically was her eyes. Inherited from her grandfather was this incredible shade of purple. People often think she wore contacts, and when told otherwise consider her a freak. Damping on what little she liked about herself.

And the hair, oh man, how her classmates had a field day when they found out that the hair, much like her eyes were inherited. Those genetics ran thick through her veins. Blonde bangs, black tresses that when reached towards the tips turned red.

Thankfully it didn't stand up, but lay down her back in smooth(after a shower of course) long trails, reaching the lower back. Granted she never really thought that the physical beauty of a person made the person, but rather, it was the personality.

Others however just didn't view her opinion, and shunned her for such ideas. Further forcing her to enjoy her anti-people life in society. Not that she hated people oh no, they just hated her. As she was different, and no one liked different.

She got out of her shower, drying off and putting on her uniform for school. Pouting as she looked at herself in the mirror. Noting how her uniform was probably the only dead give away that she was indeed female.

It wouldn't bother her so much if people actually cared about her, if she had friends to speak to about her insecurities. But alas, that wouldn't happen, as no one liked her in school Unless you count being bullied as a way of being liked.

Her eyes widened in horror as she stared at the clock. She allowed her mind to wander far too long and now was running late. With haste she stumbled down the stairs. Grateful that her Grandfather already had a dish with hot toast coated with butter waiting for her.

Stuffing it in her mouth, she grabbed her school bag. Giving her grandfather a loving kiss on the cheek. "Love you Yugi! See you when you get home." Slipping on her shoes she bolted out the door.

Relieved that her loving guardian didn't bother to say something along the lines of 'Have a good day.' He didn't know the full extent of her torturous 8 hour life in school. At this point, he was the only reason she found worth living. But he was on to her problems. Everyday she would hide her wounds and tears.

There was only so many excuses for the times he stumbled upon a purple and blue stain on her skin though. He wasn't stupid, nor blind even with his age. He respected her privacy, she could feel however he was going to breach the topic very soon.

Biting her lip she picked up the pace, not wanting to be tardy and receive a detention for being late. She heard the zoom of the engine before she saw it. A limo heading straight her way as she rushed across the street.

To be continued!

Author Notes: Yay it's done~ Sorry if this is a bit ooc on Yugi's part, but frankly this is what I would've imagined, if Yugi was under more pressurable circumstances and had been unable to befriend anyone.

I don't know I like it, what about you guys? I would love reviews/favs/follows! Stay tuned for another chappy. Not sure how long this one and Mystical Guidance will be. Only time will tell~ Tchao for now!