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(I'm tired of putting up the disclaimer for this pic! Go look at the other ones for it!)

The scene from chapter foureteen that this pic is taken from:

After taking the phone from Yugi, Yami placed it onto his ear and said in a calm, composed voice, "Hey dad."

"It's a hello, when you speak to an older person." The deep, calm voice hadn't changed a bit, not even the type of words it delivered to him.

Yami sighed and sank to the floor to sit there, figuring that this conversation would be taking quite a long while. "Sorry, forgot," he said with a shrug, feeling slightly angry. After not hearing his voice for over six months, his dad had nothing to say to him except commenting on the inappropriateness of saying a 'hey' instead of a 'hello'?

"Anyway, how are your studies going?"

"Fine," Yami said with a shrug.

His father gave a tut on the other end and said in an angry tone, "Yami, I want details. Why can't you give me…"

"What do you want me to say, dad? If you had called a little earlier than this, you'd be updated on my grades last year. You were too busy to ask about my grades back then?" Yami viciously snapped, unable to stop what was formerly a slight tinge of anger from turning into pure, unbridled rage.

"How dare you speak to me so disrespectfully!"

"You want details of my grades?" Yami hissed, ignoring his father's comment on his sudden outburst. He also ignored the disbelieving, wide-eyed look on Yugi's face. Deep down, some rational part of Yami was telling him that he's going too far. But he didn't give a care at the moment; his mom, he's been putting up with her because she actually cared enough to check on his every move every day. He won't accept any bossing around from a father who called twice a year. "Last year's end-of-term grades, are all A-stars, dad. And overall average 99.5. And you know, at that time, I actually felt so bad that I lost that 0.5, and totally disregarded the fact that I'm the first student to get this average in Domino High's history. Why? Because, one: mom never forgot to follow your footsteps and criticize me till I felt that I'm the stupidest person on earth. And two: because you never bothered to even ask about my performance during last year."

There was pin-drop silence in the living room and from his father's end. Yami was starting to feel dizzy with anger, and his vision was blotchy. Adrenaline was pumping through his body at the outburst.

Finally his dad broke the silence, and when he did, Yami clenched his fists more at what he heard, and got up so he could set the phone down when he needed, "Well, with that sort of attitude and way of speaking to a parent, I'm sure that's the furthest you can reach in that school; I'm sure that your popularity and how much you are liked by your tutors are not too…"

It was enough, Yami felt, as he let all his pent up emotions come out on his dad, as he yelled out in anger, "I cannot believe how ignorant you are! If you are going to walk around throwing comments like that, at least have the minimum amount of knowledge about what you're saying. How the hell do you know how popular or unpopular I am? How do you know that my teachers love or hate me? If you had met my school's Principal just once, you'd get to know that next year, I'll be the first person to be the school magazine's editor and the Student Council's Head Boy at the same time. If you had met one of my teachers, they'd all tell you how much they treasure and value my opinions and answers. I'm not going to ask you to speak to my friends, because up to a very recent time, I had none. Because you told me back in Egypt that no one would be willing to be my friend for free…"

Once again, there was extreme silence, but this time, Yami was the one who broke it with a voice which he barely managed to keep from wavering, as the anger left him, leaving behind the sadness of the realization that he had spoken so rudely and with such animosity to his father, and as one tear of many to come slid down his face. "So don't… if you haven't done all those things and spoken to those people…don't give yourself the right to call and throw nasty remarks at me…"

"Your mother called me yesterday evening Yami and she told me that she fears that you're having some sort of a relationship with another…boy," Yami's eyes widened at the words. "I called to speak to you about it."

"There's nothing to speak about, dad."

"Yes there is."

"No, there isn't. Who I spend time with, is my choice. Not yours. Not mom's." Yami said with a calm, steady voice. Since the start of the conversation, this was the issue he was willing to slam the phone shut on his dad if it is argued more than that. Seto is the best thing happening to him at the current time…

"Yami, don't make this more complicated…"

"I'm not complicating things, dad. The time I'm spending with Seto is the best I've spent in my entire life. I love him and he loves me more than anyone did so far. So if you have any kind of trouble with that, consider disowning me or something. You'd be doing me a favor."

There was another period silence stretching for a few seconds, before Yami heard his dad saying in a barely-controlled voice, "This conversation is not over, Yami."

"To me, it is." Yami whispered back, feeling slightly light-headed and nauseous as the adrenaline which had previously fuelled his anger, left his body. He took a deep breath, in the process amplifying the feeling of being sick and the frequency of the falling tears, and said, "I have to go, dad, it was nice hearing from you."

"Goodbye Yami."

"Bye…" Yami whispered, lowering the hand that held the phone. He kept his head bowed a little, before storming out of the living room to go upstairs, feeling his stomach heaving.

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I LOVE how Yami came out! Or at least his head, I used a sketeching pencil for him, and he has so much more detail thrown in!

YAY! And I love the pure anger on his face in it. ^^

Description
(I'm tired of putting up the disclaimer for this pic! Go look at the other ones for it!)

The scene from chapter foureteen that this pic is taken from:

After taking the phone from Yugi, Yami placed it onto his ear and said in a calm, composed voice, "Hey dad."

"It's a hello, when you speak to an older person." The deep, calm voice hadn't changed a bit, not even the type of words it delivered to him.

Yami sighed and sank to the floor to sit there, figuring that this conversation would be taking quite a long while. "Sorry, forgot," he said with a shrug, feeling slightly angry. After not hearing his voice for over six months, his dad had nothing to say to him except commenting on the inappropriateness of saying a 'hey' instead of a 'hello'?

"Anyway, how are your studies going?"

"Fine," Yami said with a shrug.

His father gave a tut on the other end and said in an angry tone, "Yami, I want details. Why can't you give me…"

"What do you want me to say, dad? If you had called a little earlier than this, you'd be updated on my grades last year. You were too busy to ask about my grades back then?" Yami viciously snapped, unable to stop what was formerly a slight tinge of anger from turning into pure, unbridled rage.

"How dare you speak to me so disrespectfully!"

"You want details of my grades?" Yami hissed, ignoring his father's comment on his sudden outburst. He also ignored the disbelieving, wide-eyed look on Yugi's face. Deep down, some rational part of Yami was telling him that he's going too far. But he didn't give a care at the moment; his mom, he's been putting up with her because she actually cared enough to check on his every move every day. He won't accept any bossing around from a father who called twice a year. "Last year's end-of-term grades, are all A-stars, dad. And overall average 99.5. And you know, at that time, I actually felt so bad that I lost that 0.5, and totally disregarded the fact that I'm the first student to get this average in Domino High's history. Why? Because, one: mom never forgot to follow your footsteps and criticize me till I felt that I'm the stupidest person on earth. And two: because you never bothered to even ask about my performance during last year."

There was pin-drop silence in the living room and from his father's end. Yami was starting to feel dizzy with anger, and his vision was blotchy. Adrenaline was pumping through his body at the outburst.

Finally his dad broke the silence, and when he did, Yami clenched his fists more at what he heard, and got up so he could set the phone down when he needed, "Well, with that sort of attitude and way of speaking to a parent, I'm sure that's the furthest you can reach in that school; I'm sure that your popularity and how much you are liked by your tutors are not too…"

It was enough, Yami felt, as he let all his pent up emotions come out on his dad, as he yelled out in anger, "I cannot believe how ignorant you are! If you are going to walk around throwing comments like that, at least have the minimum amount of knowledge about what you're saying. How the hell do you know how popular or unpopular I am? How do you know that my teachers love or hate me? If you had met my school's Principal just once, you'd get to know that next year, I'll be the first person to be the school magazine's editor and the Student Council's Head Boy at the same time. If you had met one of my teachers, they'd all tell you how much they treasure and value my opinions and answers. I'm not going to ask you to speak to my friends, because up to a very recent time, I had none. Because you told me back in Egypt that no one would be willing to be my friend for free…"

Once again, there was extreme silence, but this time, Yami was the one who broke it with a voice which he barely managed to keep from wavering, as the anger left him, leaving behind the sadness of the realization that he had spoken so rudely and with such animosity to his father, and as one tear of many to come slid down his face. "So don't… if you haven't done all those things and spoken to those people…don't give yourself the right to call and throw nasty remarks at me…"

"Your mother called me yesterday evening Yami and she told me that she fears that you're having some sort of a relationship with another…boy," Yami's eyes widened at the words. "I called to speak to you about it."

"There's nothing to speak about, dad."

"Yes there is."

"No, there isn't. Who I spend time with, is my choice. Not yours. Not mom's." Yami said with a calm, steady voice. Since the start of the conversation, this was the issue he was willing to slam the phone shut on his dad if it is argued more than that. Seto is the best thing happening to him at the current time…

"Yami, don't make this more complicated…"

"I'm not complicating things, dad. The time I'm spending with Seto is the best I've spent in my entire life. I love him and he loves me more than anyone did so far. So if you have any kind of trouble with that, consider disowning me or something. You'd be doing me a favor."

There was another period silence stretching for a few seconds, before Yami heard his dad saying in a barely-controlled voice, "This conversation is not over, Yami."

"To me, it is." Yami whispered back, feeling slightly light-headed and nauseous as the adrenaline which had previously fuelled his anger, left his body. He took a deep breath, in the process amplifying the feeling of being sick and the frequency of the falling tears, and said, "I have to go, dad, it was nice hearing from you."

"Goodbye Yami."

"Bye…" Yami whispered, lowering the hand that held the phone. He kept his head bowed a little, before storming out of the living room to go upstairs, feeling his stomach heaving.

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I LOVE how Yami came out! Or at least his head, I used a sketeching pencil for him, and he has so much more detail thrown in!

YAY! And I love the pure anger on his face in it. ^^