Mokie: Hey everyone! Welcome to Art Class! I will be your teacher and guide you through the relation of a student, Yugi Motou, and his art teacher, Yami Atemu. Will the two be together! Or will school find out and tear them away from each other!

Imay: We do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, and wish that you enjoy this story.

Yugi Motou shut his locker hard. Not anger or from being mad, but in excitement. Today was the first day of his junior year, and he had gone an entire summer without an art lesson. That was about to change, for in the next five minutes, he would be in the art room.

With his personal portfolio in his hand, he walked to class. When he looked in the class room, it was empty. All students had fifteen minutes between classes, and Yugi didn't waste any of it. He had at least ten minutes before another person would even start to show up.

Yugi went to sit at the seat furthest into the classroom. He didn't sit down, but stood. He didn't know why, he just liked standing when using his hands, and art let him do that.

He opened his folder and started drawing. He started out with complete nothing, than it transferred into a strawberry. Then into a strawberry being eaten by a raven.

He gave a quick glance to the watch on his wrist; five minutes had passed and the art teacher should be here soon.

Yugi began to really enjoy drawing this picture. He added more ravens and strawberries, and even a snail.

He heard footsteps behind him, but didn't register it in his head. The figure came up beside Yugi, "Hi,"

Yugi, not looking at the person, used his free arm and wrapped it around this person's side. Keeping his eyes and focus on his new project, "Hey Mr. Rem. Hey, where are the colored pencils?" Yugi finally looked up to see his art teacher.

When he did, he was shocked. It wasn't his old art teacher, , but an older version of Yugi, himself. He had the same black gravity defying hair with red tips and golden bangs. Only this person had a few extra bangs shooting up along his hair.

His facial features were sharper than Yugi's, and his eyes a deep crimson, while Yugi had light amethyst eyes.

Yugi jumped back.

"Thanks for the warm welcome," this unknown person twitched a half smile.

"Oh," Yugi said embarrassed, "Sorry 'bout that," he gave a light blush. He hid it by looking back at him drawing.

"It's ok, nobody was really told about Mr. Rem's retirement," he walked towards a cabinet.

"Retirement?" Yugi, being Mr. Rem's number one student, didn't hear about this.

"Yeah, I'm your new teacher, well… probably. I might just end up being a long term sub," he explained. The new art teacher grabbed something from a shelf and tossed it to Yugi, "There you go,"

It was a packet of colored pencils, "Oh, thanks," he gave a smile to his new art teacher. Yugi sat down in his seat and began to color his drawing.

The new teacher wrote his name on the board and sat down at his desk. He didn't have anything to do so he kicked his feet up on top of his desk.

A thought popped into Yugi's head. He walked over to the sub, "Hey, uhh…" the teacher pointed above him towards the board, Yugi's eyes followed, reading the name on it, Mr. Atemu… I was wondering-"

"Don't worry, I got a note from your old art teacher about you. Just go do your own thing Yugi," he handed a piece of paper with writing on it to Yugi.

"How did you… Oh," wondering how Mr. Atemu knew his name, Yugi had skimmed the note over. It was about Yugi from Mr. Rem. I have a request for you. I would appreciate it if you let Yugi Motou work on his own projects. He has taken the class many times and I let him working on his own. Thank You

"I'm guessing that's you," Mr. Atemu told him.

"Yup, that's me," Yugi put the piece of paper on Mr. Atemu's desk and went back to his own.

Less than a minute later, students started coming into the classroom. Yugi tried to ignore the gasp as students saw the similarities between him and their new teacher.

When the bell rang, everyone sat down in the seats they chose. Mr. Atemu, having already removed his feet from his desk, got up and walked to the front of his desk and sat down on it, "Ok, you don't know me, and I only know one of you," he said giving a quick glance to Yugi.

Yugi didn't appear to be paying attention. He was just working on his picture. The student next to Yugi saw their new teacher's glance. He nudged Yugi with his elbow, shaking Yugi out of his focus.

Yugi's head snapped up, "What?" a few of the students started giggling at his reaction. He looked down, sort of embarrassed.

"Go back to your work Yugi," Mr. Atemu told him. With no response, Yugi continued his work.

Time had passed by and Yugi was done with his small project. He began to put it away when the freshmen in front of him, tapped on Yugi's desk, getting said person's attention. He looked at them as they used their mirror they were using to make self portraits, to show Yugi who was behind him.

When he registered this, he jumped in his seat, "How long have you been standing there?" Yugi asked the sub.

"Just long enough to see you not sign and date it," Mr. Atemu told him. Yugi took the black colored pencil and signed his name and put the date on the bottom right corner.

"Happy?" holding up the picture to show he had done so.

Mr. Atemu grabbed it from Yugi, "Yes, Thank you," Yugi said nothing. He didn't want more attention. He already had the entire table of six watching this scene.

Mr. Atemu walked over to his desk and opened a frame on it. He slipped Yugi's picture in and turned it towards the class. Mr. Atemu looked to see Yugi's reaction.

Yugi's face came down from looking at the clock. He started putting the colored pencils away then put them back where Mr. Atemu got them from. He packed up his personal folder then started heading towards the door. Two steps away from the door, he turned back to the teacher. The bell then rang.

"I'll be back study hall for that. You're lucky I have to meet someone," he said playfully, then left for his next class.

"Challenge accepted!" Mr. Atemu called after him.

A student who was leaving turned to him, "What challenge?"

"I don't know," he shrugged and walked back his desk.