Kichiko: Finally you're posting something! You are so slow!
Chrino: (a bit dismissive) Can't help it. I'm busy.
Kichiko: Busy, my ass. (gives author a hard stare) You just don't have the guts to post your stories.
Chrino: Whatever. Take the disclaimer, please.
Kichiko: Sure thing. So, Chrino doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh! and its characters, she only owns the plot and story. This will contain male and male relationship, so if you're not into this sort of thing, you're at the wrong place, hon'! Did I do good?
Chrino: Splendid. Now, on to the story…
NEVER GONNA BE ALONE"A beer, please."
A glass was placed in front of him, and he took a moment to savour the slightly bitter drink flowing down his throat as he drank. He didn't usually drink, but sometimes it helped getting a little drunk; not with the result of a killer hangover, just to let his thoughts wander. Usually he would be thinking about his life and how it could've been better. Tonight was no exception.
Yami was a regular guy with a regular office job, and had a regular apartment. The thing was, he was more or less happy with his life, he just, felt lonely. Very lonely at that too. He didn't have any friends – his colleagues weren't much to talk about – and he didn't have a girlfriend. He didn't even have a family – not living anyway. His grandmother had been the one to raise him, and was the only family he'd ever known, and she died when Yami was 19 years old. Throughout his time in school he hadn't had many friends. The few he had made moved away, and though they all swore they would keep in touch, they lost contact.
He'd also had a few girlfriends, but those relationships had never lasted long. Yami couldn't understand why he wasn't able to stay longer in those relationships. There was always something that held him back. It had always been him to break them off. He always felt that the relationships lacked something, but he'd never been able to figure out what. He thought he might be the reason, seeing as he was the one breaking off those few relationships he'd had, but he didn't know why. So here he was, with a job he hardly enjoyed, an apartment with too high rent – the payment was due, soon, he remembered – not exactly one of the nice ones either, no friends, no girlfriend, no family, and feeling sorry for himself.
'Damn, why does this always to end up with me feeling so goddamn miserable?' he thought angrily. 'Why can't I just be happy with my life, without having so many problems? If only there was someone for me out there. Someone to help me through these miserable days, to shine a light into my life, maybe even encourage me to find something else'.
He sighed heavily. Like that would ever happen. He didn't go out, so the chance of actually meeting someone was small. He did come to this bar once in a while, but he never took contact with anyone, and no one took contact with him either. He didn't feel sad about it though, he liked to sit by himself with his beer, but it became quite lonely after a while.
He sighed again, resting his head on one arm, the other hand simply holding his glass. There was one positive thing with his job. He might not enjoy it to the fullest, but it was a way to make money – it kept him from climbing his walls in sheer boredom, too – and he was fairly good at it. His boss had called him in the other day to tell him to take a vacation, have a few weeks off. Yami had deserved it, he said. But what was the point of taking a week off when he didn't have anything to do? He didn't feel like taking a trip somewhere on his own, but he didn't feel like being stuck in his apartment all alone either. It was tempting though, having a week off. He did need it, but he had kindly declined, excusing himself with needing the money and not wanting to be away from work. The boss had looked sternly from him, but couldn't force Yami either, so he was still working. Tomorrow was Saturday, so he did have the weekend off, to spend his time alone in his home. Fantastic.
The rest of the beer was gone in two large gulps, and Yami ordered another one. Maybe he should get drunk; so he would have an excuse to stay home tomorrow, at least the first part of the day. There wasn't anything else to do: at least nothing he felt like doing. If nothing else came up, he'd most likely go for it.
Then it hit him. He could find some girl who wanted to have some fun. A cheap fuck, in other words. It didn't sound like too bad of an idea, to blow off some steam and frustration. But then again, he wasn't sure if he wanted to find a girl.
Yami groaned mentally at his thoughts. He always managed to get along that trail of thought everytime he drank and had this silent discussion with himself. What if he didn't want a girl? What if he wanted a guy? The chance was there that he was interested in men instead of women, but he doubted it. He considered the chance of being bisexual, but he'd never fallen for a guy either. Thought sometimes he'd caught himself checking out some guy on the street, on the bus, or even at his office. The guy next to his booth wasn't exactly too shabby. Even watching movies with some actor could make him wish to see him without a shirt, out of mere curiosity. At least that's what Yami told himself. Curiosity. It wouldn't get him far: in fact, it wouldn't get him anywhere. He groaned silently to himself again. His silent discussions would certainly not get him anywhere. Yami knew what he wanted to do: he wanted to make a change in his life, to break the endless cycle of work and lonely night in his apartment. He just wasn't daring enough to do so. He was quite comfortable where he stood, and wasn't usually one to change his ways.
'But,' he thought solemnly, 'maybe I would find something else. I mean, how hard can it be? For Christ sake, if I want to have another job, I just have to look for one. If I want a different apartment, I can get one. No biggie.' But Yami only felt like he was deceiving himself. Who was he trying to fool? There was no reason for any of it, except to make him happy. But he was happy the way he was. Wasn't he?
Yami turned around in his chair to find something to distract himself with. He really didn't want to join another round of pity-me discussion with himself again. He was in no mood for it. Too bad there seemed to be nothing to actually call for his attention long enough to be distracted. There was some people dancing, but no one appealed to him. There were a band playing, but the music wasn't to his taste, so he merely tuned it out. Overall, the bar was something between shabby and funky, and nothing was in tune with each other.
Yami had just decided that he wanted to just go home to his – at least – decent apartment, with some decent music, where there might be a few beers left in the fridge, when something did catch his attention.
A young man had just entered the bar, looking a bit timid, yet curious, as big, amethyst eyes roamed through the bar, taking everything in. Apparently he'd never been to this bar before. He appeared no older then 18 years old, with a delicate face to be a boy. His whole appearance screamed innocence, despite his rough dress code. Tight leather covered his long legs, a tight violet shirt covered his chest, shoving off his lean body in a sinful, sexy way. Thick leather bracelets hang on his wrists, a leather choker around his neck. He was just smack dead gorgeous.
What shocked Yami the most, was the hair. It was just like his own; spiky, black with tinted tips the same colour as his eyes – his was a deep violet, the young man had a nice amethyst, how he actually noticed in the dim room was beyond him – and it threw him off completely. There was no way this boy could have the same hair as him. 'Is it natural?' he thought. 'I know I've been questioned about my hair a million times, because it really looks out of the world. But for another person to have that very same hair? It's just not possible.'
Their eyes met briefly, and Yami averted his own quickly. How embarrassing, to be caught starring. Maybe the man hadn't noticed. Maybe he would just walk past him and leave him be. But, for some reason, that was not what Yami wanted. He wanted the man to come sit with him. He wanted to get know him. For some reason, he really, really wanted to know the boy better.
Yami turned back in his seat, taking a big gulp of his beer. He didn't dare to take another look at the beautiful stranger, but he really wanted to. God, was he beautiful. Yami wanted nothing more then to sweep the boy into his arms and take him away, to keep him to himself. He could think of a thousand things he could do with him, and none of them were any decent thoughts.
He shook his head. 'Get a grip of yourself, Yami,' he thought. 'No good comes out of thinking such thoughts'.
The beer was gone in no time, and he silently called out for the barman for another one. Though something stronger would probably have been better.
He noticed someone taking a seat next to him. A quick glance showed him it was the young man.
"A beer, please," the young man said, addressing the barman. The voice was sweet and angelic. Youthful. Yami wondered if the man was a singer. With a voice that pretty, it was probably a very good one. God, what was he thinking? How could he jump to conclusions after hearing only a few words from the young man? It was actually a bit tempting to ask for him to sing. Yami was about to open his mouth to ask (thought he would've stopped before uttering a single word), the young man looked at him, a sweet smile gracing his beautiful face.
"Hi," he said. "Do you come here often? I don't think I've seen you around here before."
Yami felt like fainting. This gorgeous creature was speaking to him. Him, Yami, the man who didn't get noticed for anything but his hair. Remembering to shut his mouth to not look like a complete idiot, he cleared his throat.
"Not really. I mean, I come here a few times, but I usually go to another bar. One closer to home."
"Probably a good thing. I tend to do the same. That way it is easier to get home. Not so long a distance," he laughed. Yami's heart made a turn, going faster than when he first saw the boy. Man, he was crazy for him already, and they hadn't even met five minutes ago! What the Hell was wrong with him?
Yami only nodded to the man's statement, a bit unsure what to say. The young man got his beer, and took a small gulp of it. Yami paid attention to the other's expression; how it relished in the bitter taste of the beer; saw how his Adam's apple moved as he swallowed; noticed a red tongue darting out to lick pink lips. And suddenly he had the urge to kiss those lips, and kiss the other to oblivion. He licked his own lips, already moving forward to claim those rosy lips, when the other suddenly sneezed. Sitting straight up in his seat, embarrassed like he'd never been, Yami mumbled 'bless you', and gave him a napkin. The other man mumbled 'thanks' and blew his nose.
"Coming down with something?" Yami then asked, forcing his eyes to stare at his beer.
"No, don't think so. Someone must have been thinking about me."
"Something good, I hope?"
"Depending on who thought the thought. And I can think of quite a few, already."
"God any enemy's you're running from?" Yami asked. He then thought he was the biggest idiot ever. Why would he ask such a thing? To his surprise, the young man only laughed, making Yami's heart make another leap in his chest.
"No, not that I know of. But I kind of wish that was the case."
"Oh?"
"Oh," the other said, as if realising he'd said too much. "Nothing to worry about," he said reassuringly, but his face said something else. Yami didn't push it. He was a stranger, after all. Why should he pry into other people's business?
They fell in a silence. It wasn't comfortable, but not uncomfortable either. Both sat with their respectable drinks, both lost in their own thoughts.
As for Yami, his thoughts were mostly filled with ways of figuring out how he could ask out this stunning young man out for a date. A proper date. It was hard to find the right words. He didn't want to just blurt it out rudely, expecting a yes and drag a maybe unwilling date out on his own whim. Seeing as he had never even been on a date before, he was very clueless on the whole subject. Movies and TV-shows weren't much help either, thought he had seen plenty of those. He didn't know how to ask anyone out, he didn't really know what one did on dates, and just how do you know when to call quits? Not that he'd wanted to call quits on such a beauty, but dragging him to bed for one thing only were low. He wanted to get to know the man properly, see if they had a chance together. That would've been nice.
'Wait, what am I thinking?' Yami thought in mortification. 'Why do I think of him as a future boyfriend? I don't even know if that's what I want!'
But, when giving it a second thought, he had thought only well of the young man sitting next to him. He was attractive, seemed to be a very kind and giving person, and was nothing short of sexy. It wouldn't hurt to ask, would it? the worst thing that could happen was that he was turned down. He could deal with that.
"So, I, um," the other said hesitatingly, "I've got a proposition for you."
"Hmm?" Yami inquired, not really paying attention. "What's that?" he said as he took a large gulp of his beer.
"To be my boyfriend for a week."
Yami nearly choked on his drink, having the other man patting his back until he regained his breath.
"I beg your pardon?"
The other man blushed, but didn't look away.
"I'm serious. I would like to have someone to be my boyfriend for a week, pretend that is, in exchange for money, of course. For food and room," he added when Yami gave him an incredulously look, "I'm not some kind of slut. I would be paying you for letting me stay."
"Take you into my home, just like that?" Yami said, hardly believing what he was hearing. "I don't even know you."
"Which is why we'll use the first day to get to know each other. It's only a week. We'll go separate ways after that, and forget that week ever occurred. And before you say anything," he said when Yami opened his mouth to comment, "I know it sounds utterly insane. To just throw myself into a pretend relationship, not knowing what could happen, seeing as I don't know the person. But there is nothing wrong with that, right? I just want to have a relationship, even if it's just pretend. Where we go on dates, hold hands, cuddle on the couch in front of the TV, saying nothing, just enjoying the others presence." The man sighed, and placed his gaze at his own, almost empty glass. "I can ask someone else, but there's just something about you that I trust, even though we've just met, and you do seem like a nice person. Not to mention, you're hot, too." He glanced at Yami and blushed more strongly.
Yami felt his own cheeks tinge, flattered by the other's words. He really didn't get too many compliments, at least not his looks. And he wasn't the dating type. Look at how his previous relationships had worked out!
But then he thought about it. It was just a week, and he had been thinking about dating a man, to see if he was right about his sexuality. Funny though, that only a moment ago he had been wondering how to ask the man out, to get to know him better, and now the other wanted to be his boyfriend! Well, only pretend, but with some persuasion it could turn into something more. Yami couldn't rule out that possibility.
"When do we start then?"
The other's head turned so fast it looked like it would fall off, a surprised look on his beautiful face.
"Do you – mean that?" he asked, the hesitation clear in his voice.
Yami chuckled. "I wouldn't have said so if I didn't. So," he turned his whole body towards the other and leaned a bit forward, letting a sultry grin graze his features, "I'll ask again: when do we start?"
The blush grew still, as Yami had secretly hoped, and the other smiled brilliantly.
"Really? Oh, um, I don't know, whenever is fine."
"Whenever? Really." Yami smirked. "Well, I would have to make a phone-call, but I think Sunday would be a good day."
"This Sunday?"
"Yes. Why wait? I'll just give you my address and then you can come over when you are ready."
"Yes, I'd like that, very much." The smile had not left the boy's face, and Yami was glad. He liked the smile; it made the boy seem so sweet and innocent. It probably wasn't the case, but that was the impression he had of the boy.
They sat a little while longer, finishing their drinks and sharing smiles before finally heading out. Yami found a pen from his shirt (strangely enough he had one) and wrote his address and cell phone number on the other's hand, then grasped the hand in his and gazed at the other. He noticed the other was an inch or so smaller than him. The man looked at him, almost like he questioned without words why Yami was looking at him.
"How about a name?" Yami said. "It would be awfully rude of you to ask to move in with me without at least introducing yourself," he teased, and the other blushed again. God, but he loved the blush on the other's face. It made him look positively adorable.
"I'm sorry. It was a bit rude of me. My name is Yugi. Mutou Yugi."
"Yugi." Yami tasted the name on his tongue, and he found he liked it. "Game. Hmm, I like it. my name is Yami, Takamori Yami."
"Yami, like 'darkness'?" Yugi asked.
Yami chuckled. "Yes, darkness. Maybe you should've thought twice about who you asked to move in with," he teased, but Yugi only shook his head.
"I trust you." There was nothing more to be said, and Yami decided to call it a night.
"All right, I'll see you on Sunday, then."
"Yeah, we will."
Yami smirked and leaned down just enough to kiss Yugi's cheek, and whispered: "Good night, Yugi-kun." He stepped away from a flushing Yugi, squeezing his hand once before turning away to walk home, with a huge smile on his face.
Finally, it seemed things were going his way. Now, to bribe his boss to get next week off…
Kichiko: Hurray!!
Chrino: Why are you so happy?
Kichiko: Because the story is up and about! Okay, so this is a tester (don't ask me why, I think the whole thing is great) but Chrino won't write more chapters if there ain't any interest in the story. But really, one review is enough.
Chrino: (glares at Kichiko)
Kichiko: What? It's true.
So, until next time
Ja ne!