Hello again, everyone! I wanted to write a good Blindshipping story because Atemu seems to always get the short end of the stick in my stories so I wanted to come up with a story that centered around just him and Yuugi. And I actually like spelling their names like this better so without further ado, here's the first chapter.
Warning: Drama, romance, sex, and a little craziness.
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh belongs to Kazuki Takahashi, and I own nothing and make nothing.
Atemu looked down at his watch and unfortunately saw that he was apparently going to be late to his own damn party if this traffic didn't start to pick up in the next twenty minutes. Tapping his finger on the door handle, he tried poking his head outside of the window to see just how far the venue was from here and in the far distance he could see a red carpet equipped with annoying paparazzi and eager looking fans already.
"Unbelievable," he said under his breath. "Ryou, isn't there a way you can plow through these cars?"
"Not unless I had a monster truck, and you can't afford the bad publicity," his driver in the front seat said with a snicker. "It's right up the street Atemu, no worries."
Oh, but there was plenty to worry about. First of all, Atemu had left his assistant and close friend Tristan in charge of coming up with a guest list and for some odd reason, refused to show Atemu who he had invited, but knowing the guy for ten years, Atemu trusted his judgment, or at least tried to. He knew how much Tristan had to convince Atemu for this job.
Atemu cleared his throat at the hot memory, and looked down at his watch again. Ten more minutes had passed and this traffic wasn't even moving one inch. Atemu also noticed more limousines and luxury cars arriving on the scene, which didn't help his worries at all. This was the first time he let Tristan work on his own for this long without Atemu around and he didn't want to risk losing potential networkers and new clientele because his assistant was too incompetent to keep the party at bay.
No way in hell was he going to lose his vacation home in Florida.
Ryou didn't even see it coming. He yelped when there was a loud stomp on top of the car. He turned around to talk to Atemu, but he wasn't there.
"What the—Atemu, get back here!" Ryou called out but it was already too late. Atemu was scurrying across and jumping across the nearby cars like he was some acrobat. The guy just seemed to be full of suprises.
Ryou figured he wasn't going to stop the guy after that. Not that he could, but he opened the sunroof and sat on the ledge to get a better look at Atemu. He was already across the street! Ryou grabbed his cell phone and dialed Tristan's number.
"Hey. Hey—listen dipshit! Boss is making a beeline for the door. Yes we're still stuck in traffic—he pulled some Spiderman shit and jumped from car to car all the way towards the red carpet, so I suggest you make sure everything's in ship shape. I don't care if her vag held the keys to the city, make sure everyone on that guest list has shown up!"
Tristan rolled his eyes. "Yes mum," he frowned before he hung up the phone. When he shoved the thing in his pockets, he heard an outburst from the crowd and before Tristan could look back up, a swarm of fans ran down the sidewalk towards Atemu. "Shit!" he hissed. He pulled his phone back out and called Ryou. "Code red! Ryou, we have a code red you wanker!"
"What?" Ryou's voice was barely audible on the phone. He was going to ask Tristan what the hell he was talking about, but then he saw the mob outside on the red carpet. Ryou prayed to the gods that it wasn't Atemu. But he'd been in this business long enough to know that it probably was.
Dammit. Turning off the car and grabbing his pepper spray, Ryou maneuvered his way through the maze of vehicles, and not very gracefully but he wasn't looking for any performance points. He was nearly hit by one car and had to jump over the hood of another before he reached the curb and almost tripped over that too. By the time he got to the sidewalk, security had arrived to break up the calamity.
If Atemu was under this mountain of girls, there was no way he was alive. It wasn't a pretty site and even when security tried to break them up, there were still some girls who fought back and insisted on seeing Atemu because for some reason she deserved it more than the other fans. All of a sudden five more girls started arguing that they were the most deserving. Soon it broke out into a catfight and Ryou suddenly spotted Atemu at the back of the throng, a little scratched up but otherwise unharmed.
"Atemu," Ryou ran up to him and examined his face and rest of his body. "What the hell were you thinking?"
"There he is!"
Both Ryou and Atemu's eyes widened in horror before looking back and sprinting towards the inside of the hotel, followed by a million flashing camera lights and voices that sounded like they were caught in a blender and if only Atemu could get five minutes of fucking peace, he could get this party started.
Tristan wedged himself between Atemu and the paparazzi and the media and used all of his strength to push them back towards the door. Ryou on the other hand was trying to yank Atemu from the grip of a few psychotic fans who had gotten through security somehow. One girl had actually clawed Atemu's lower arm and left marks there. That was the last straw. Ryou thumped the girl on her forehead and when she was temporarily stunned, he grabbed his boss' arm and ran towards the pool, which was surrounded by panoramic views of Domino City and the DC Skyline. There was a sixty-foot outdoor rooftop pool and a Jacuzzi in an idyllic spot for hotel guests to relax and cool down in true native style in one of twelve poolside cabanas and enjoying a signature cocktail, refreshing juice or smoothie. Each cabana came complete with cordless telephones, flat-screen TVs, fans, heaters, safes and iPod docks. Hieroglyphs written by the best scribes were displayed all over the ceiling and carpets to really bring out the ancestral heritage of Egypt.
And above all that, Atemu was finally able to get some peace and quiet. After Ryou punched in the code to open the door to the pool, the two of them walked in silence down the grey-carpeted walkway that was encased inside and opened on the other side by a glass door. When Atemu and Ryou got outside, the young driver ordered two glasses of champagne for the bother of them.
Sitting in the chaise lounge chairs, Atemu breathed out a sigh when he sat down. "Shit never gets easier."
There were already members of housekeeping laying out towels on the other chairs and massage tables being set up near the oasis on the other side. This place was magical. It was still a wonder to Atemu that it all belonged to him.
"I don't want to leave you here, but I still have to go get the truck and park it," Ryou told his boss regretfully. "If I just leave it there, I'm gonna get a ticket."
"Yeah no problem, you've helped me enough Ryou," Atemu smiled thankfully and patted Ryou on the back before his driver returned up the ramp way to deal with the rest of the craziness.
Atemu was offered another glass of champagne but he declined. He normally embellished in alcohol but he needed to be completely sober during this party. It was going to be a challenge to entertain his guests in this hotel that offered almost two hundred guest rooms, including thirty-nine suites and eighteen private villas, nestled among lush tropical gardens in the heart of Domino City. It was in walking distance of the famous Kaiba Corporation and Atemu knew that the CEO of that company was a big deal because his events and charity balls were always on the front page of the newspaper the next day.
"Atemu, your presence is required," Tristan teased, seemingly coming out of nowhere and standing over his chair. "Your guests are growing restless."
That wasn't a good look. There were investors and members of the news and entertainment media and Atemu really needed to impress them. The first two launch parties went without a hitch but that was because his branches in California and New York weren't on native soil and this was the location that Atemu wanted to open all along. The reason behind it was too sentimental to think about right now, so he followed Tristan back toward the lobby and prepared himself for the chaos and ruckus.
"Did you at least greet the rest of the guests at the door?" Atemu asked his assistant.
"Yeah, almost half of them are here already," said Tristan, and checked his clipboard, uncapping the pen top and dabbing it lightly on his tongue before checking off a few names.
"Gross," Atemu made a face, "Do you even know where that's been?"
"Up your ass if you don't get out there and show your ugly face to everybody."
"Fuck you."
"Only if you promise to give me a raise afterwards."
Atemu shoved Tristan out of the way before he turned his face into his own personal punching bag. As soon as he opened the door the cameras flashed in his face and he was blinded by not only the light but the damn mirrors in the lobby reflected so bright, it would've started a fire. Atemu felt Tristan approach behind him and throw his hand in front of Atemu's face in order to block out all of the flashing lights so the damn paparazzi wouldn't accidentally give his boss a seizure.
In the distance, Atemu could see someone tall standing in the corner of the hotel near the elevators wearing the most expensive looking navy blue double breasted sportcoat. His dark chocolate hair fell in a stylish wave that curved his sharp, angular jawline. He had a flute in his hand, of what beverage Atemu didn't know, but damn if he didn't look good holding it. He was on the phone with someone and it seemed to be a pleasant conversation because Atemu could see the man's pearly white teeth glistening in the chandelier light.
Then it dawned on Atemu when he noticed the letters KC stitched on the man's front pocket and his stomach churned. Tristan was busy talking to the press live on camera when Atemu grabbed his collar by both hands and swung him around.
"Why is Kaiba here?" he demanded, his grey eyes wide.
"He's….on the guest list?" Tristan replied.
"No, he isn't," Atemu insisted and grabbed the clipboard from his assistant. His eyes scanned the paper up and down a few times and didn't see Kaiba's name. "I don't see his name, so why is he here?"
"Perhaps you two can handle this situation off screen," Ryou suddenly cut in and pushed Atemu and Tristan out of the way with a swift shove with his hip and smiled and talked into the camera. Nearly forgetting that they were on live TV, Atemu dragged Tristan by the collar and brought him over towards the kiosks.
"Tristan, I gave you this responsibility because you guaranteed me that you wouldn't fuck this up. So far you've done well, but we need to address why the hell my ex boyfriend from college and near rival Seto Kaiba is at the grand opening of my hotel and restaurant."
"Don't look at me, you were the one who gave your genius public relations people the green light to make this list, and you didn't tell them who not to invite."
"I gave you the responsibility."
"And I didn't want to handle such a feat so I passed it to them."
Well that wasn't good. Atemu didn't need anyone that could sabotage the party and ultimately the business to be here. He took the clipboard from Tristan once again and looked over the list.
And he was shocked at what he found.
"Malik Ishtar is on this list too? Are these people smoking crack or something?" Atemu cried, searching around the lobby and the mini bar for where Malik could be but he was nowhere to be found. It wasn't the worst person that could show up, but their relationship was nothing but kinky sex and it was just going to be awkward being in the same room with a guy who used butt plugs on you.
Atemu discovered other names on this list—Joey Wheeler, Mai Valentine, and Akefia Rollins were also on there. And also people that Atemu dated in college. Was this some sort of sick joke? He looked at Tristan with frantic eyes and all Tristan could offer in return was a sympathetic frown.
When the party began to fill with more people, Atemu walked toward the center of the lobby standing on top of the large rug that held the symbol of his entire empire: an insignia shaped like a cartouche with his name spelled in Egyptian in the center of the rug. Atemu sat in a deep plush couch next to the windows that displayed the pool on the other side. He pinched the bridge of his nose and covered half of his face with his palm, already ready for this party to be over.
"I'm going to the bathroom," he told Tristan and not waiting to hear any objections, Atemu made his way toward the elevators, walking around the corner to reach the bathroom.
And almost ran smack dab right into Yuugi.
It was like being struck by a train. Atemu froze in his spot, eyes wide in amazement as he was actually starting to believe he was growing delirious from all the stress of planning this launch party but no, his first love Yuugi Muto was standing right in front of him wearing a light grey and cream long sleeve dress shirt with lavender tie, and black slim fit jeans that hugged his narrow waist. He'd grown a few inches since high school and was now sporting rectangular framed glasses that protected his dramatic amber eyes. But when he first laid eyes on Atemu, his face blanched and Yuugi felt absolutely sick. He took a few steps back before Tristan ran up to Atemu and wrapped his arm around his boss' shoulder.
"And I saved the best for last," he grinned. Atemu turned his head to Tristan with an absolutely horrified look on his face when he realized that his own assistant was behind this. Tristan was hardly fazed by the death glare and he shook Atemu's shoulders. "Atemu this is Yuugi, and Yuugi this is—"
"We already know each other," Atemu said through clenched teeth. And boy, did they ever. Yuugi was the first person that Atemu was ever with and their breakup left nothing but questions in the air. Atemu took a small step forward towards his former lover to talk. "Yuugi can we—"
But it was already too late. Feeling his stomach twist in knots, Yuugi had to run and get away before he ended up puking all over this nice tile floor. Seeing Atemu brought back so many feelings, emotions and memories that he would rather forget and Atemu couldn't keep up with him if he tried because he was once again bombarded by tons of cameras, members of the media, fans and paparazzi and Yuugi had disappeared behind them.
Atem scowled. "I wish I was sixteen margaritas deep on a tropical island right now."
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