Summary: Yami's roommates (Marik and Bakura) are intent on ruining his life. When Yami meets Yugi, he instantly falls in love. For the first time since he came to the school he's happy. Obviously, the roommates have a problem with seeing Yami happy and immediately devise a plan to ruin whatever chances he may have had with Yugi. But, will love triumph over all? Or will Marik and Bakura's evil tricks win this war?

Is it secret? Is it safe?

The story will probably take a while to get going.

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! does not belong to me or anyone I know for that matter.

"What the fuck is wrong with you assholes?" Yami glared at his two roommates; Marik and Bakura. He had had the misfortune of being roomed with these two delinquents since his parents had sent him to this school. Stupid rich bastards, can afford to send him off to private school, but can't afford to spend time with him.

Yami didn't get an answer from his roommates. They couldn't even breathe from laughter, let alone answer his questions. The seventeen year old tapped his foot impatiently, for all the good it would do. Marik and Bakura never listened to him, and why should they? They were both taller and stronger than Yami. The teen pushed a strand of normally blonde bangs out of his face. Although his hair was of many colors, none of those colors included green.

Marik was the first to compose himself; his silver-haired partner-in-crime was still in hysterics on the floor. He was grinning from ear to ear, still enjoying the paint-above-the-door prank. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with us. You were the idiot who fell for it."

"I walked through the fucking door! How the hell did I 'fall for it'?" yelled Yami.

"If you don't watch your language we just might have to punish you." The silver haired Bakura sneered, recovering from his fit of mirth. Yami snarled and pushed his way passed the banes of his existence and grabbed a clean set of clothes and entered the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

Wrong move.

Marik smirked, "Bakura, would you do the honors?"

Bakura grinned evilly as he pulled out a safety pin. He inserted the pin into the bathroom lock and in moments the door was open. He tiptoed inside, grabbed Yami's clothes, and shut the door noiselessly. Bakura handed the clothes to Marik before he once more broke into fits of giggles.

Yami thought he had heard a click, and now wished that he had listened to his intuition. "Damn it."

The teen's clothes were gone, but thankfully those bastards had left the towels. He grabbed one of the towels off the wall and after drying himself off he wrapped it around his waist. Yami opened the door and peeked out. Marik and Bakura weren't in sight. He crept out and was about to grab anouther set of clothes when he heard sardonic laughter behind him. The adolescent only managed a groan before his towel was ripped from him and he was thrown forcibly onto his bed.

FLASH!

Yami blinked as he was blinded by the flash of the camera held by Bakura.

"You bastards!"

He leapt from his bed, grabbing a pair of boxers that were on the ground and pulling them on before continuing the chase for his roommates, who hightailed it out of the dorm. Yami blushed as he received several whistles, but never slowed his pace. Marik and Bakura were so close...just a bit more...

WHUMP! THUD!

Yami rubbed his throbbing head. What the hell had tripped him? The teen whirled his head around and crimson eyes met violet orbs as Yami saw what had caused him to fall.

"Omigod! I-I'm so sorry! I-I...didn't m-mean to!"

Yami stared at the stuttering boy. He looks just like me...

"I'm really sorry! Really, really, really sorry..."

Still at a loss for words, Yami continued to stare at the boy. He was small, very small, but there was still something very alluring about him. There was something about those giant violet orbs, about that soft complexion. Despite all his best efforts, the teen found himself struggling to breathe as he was lost in the boy's innocent presence.

Yugi couldn't remove his gaze from the teenager he had tripped. He looks just like me, though much bigger. The boy was shaking visibly, barely holding back tears.

"I feel so terrible! I should have been watching where I was going. I-"

His breath caught in his throat upon noticing what the other was wearing. Boxers.

Yami managed to compose himself and he stood up, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. "It's alright, you didn't mean to. Here, let me help you with those."

He bent over and began picking up the five pound textbooks that his look-a-like had been carrying. Yami remembered having them his first year and burning them when school was over. Unfortunately for the adolescent, Marik and Bakura had kept those books just to throw at him.

"Oh, th-thank you." The boy managed to smile weakly, accepting the books with open arms.

"What's your name?" asked Yami, hoping that he could see the boy later, when he didn't have two roommates to dismember.

"I'm Yugi Moto."

"I'm Yami Motou. So I'll guess I'll see you later." With that he ran off, forgetting that he was wearing only boxer shorts.

End of the first chapter. In the next chapter I'm bringing in Kaiba and Ryou, maybe Malik.