Hey! I came up with this a long long time ago. I think it was just out of the blue. Maybe from a 'Wild Hogs' commercial I don't know... Anyway, I thought it was a cute idea and I have no clue where this story is going to go. This should be fun.

I do not own Yugioh but I do own this nice little thing I'm doing with Yami being Mr. Coolio! Coolio, yes, I've heard it before! At least I think it's a word...

I do not own Yugioh.

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He was a loner for years. He always considered himself a bad boy. But in his early years of breaking away, the best he could do was drink from the milk carton and buy condoms he would never use. Then he turned 18 and moved out. He got a minimum wage job and bought a motorcycle the first day he got the money. His parents didn't do much to stop him. They had their own problems. Alcoholics actually. So they didn't even know they had a problem to begin with. Yami was more than happy to leave.

Five years later, Yami Atemu was a free spirit. He'd moved to America with his motorcycle as his fellow stow-away. A friend from a shipping business made him a crate on a trade ship and the rest is history. Yami got by getting jobs that lasted a month before heading off on the road again. Anyone unfortunate enough to work with him didn't talk to him much. His tatoos and buff body were enough to scare many away. Except for some women.

Yami never sought out anyone. They sought out him. At least if the girls were insane enough to bother him in the first place. He didn't speak to many people. Sure, his English wasn't a problem. He just wanted to be alone unless sex was in the vocabulary. One-night stands weren't scarce in his world. He would usually drive his suitors to insanity before following them home. Sexual tension was built up so that he was motivated to get the best of each before heading off the next day.

His ship had dropped him off in San Francisco. Yami decided on a cross-country trip with his bike. What would become of him after his journey was over, he had no idea. Still, he was a believer that the trip was just as much fun as the destination. His first purchase in America was a pair of sunglasses that suited him just fine. He refused to take them off even during work. If the threat of being fired came about, that was just fine with him. He would just take his gas money and leave. To where he was leaving to, he had no idea.

Texas was a nice enough place. No one to bother him for miles in some cases. It was just a baron landscape with some plains and some hills and that was basically it. He glanced at his gas meter and rolled his eyes. Damn it was low, and not a gas station in sight. He let out a puff of smoke from his cigarette between his teeth.

One car passed during his search for a gas station. He revved his engine as he began to go over a slope. At the top, he saw grass. Finally, something other than brown ground and rocks. And a broken gass station stood amongst the never-mowed grass. Yami frowned. Didn't look occupied, but beggars couldn't be chosers. He headed down the hill and saw a sign, indicating a town eight miles away. Thank God! His next stop. He flicked his cigarette away and sped up.

He pulled into the station and saw one man sitting just outside wearing a baseball cap. He nodded to Yami, who only rolled his eyes and dismounted his bike. He growled. Stupid high gas prices were going to make him work longer here. Oh well, as long as he wasn't going to spend all eternity there. He had felt that way in Japan. America symbolized freedom, and so far, he was getting it for the most part.

"Money..." he grumbled. An anchor that made him have to stop for jobs in the first place. Sure the girls who wanted him enough contributed. He still found no point in having freedom with money. That and people who didn't want him were just in his way. He didn't want to stop for anything. At least he had never stayed for anything important. Nothing was really worthy stopping for. Necessities were the only things holding him down at the time.

He filled up his tank and felt his stomach pinch a little with hunger. He felt his pocket. He could afford a bag of chips and a Coke maybe. He began walking accross the pavement towards the main building. From out of nowhere, a beat up grey and blue pickup pulled up and zoomed in front of him, splashing leftover water and whatever it was, all over Yami. He growled and shook his arms.

"Bastard," he said under his breath. If he were to ever meet that driver...

The bell rang as he opened the door. The cashier began to smile at him, but stopped when he saw that his new customer wasn't in a good mood and was wearing black to top it off. Yami grabbed a bag of Doritos and a six pack. Screw Coke, he would need something more to get him through this place.

As he approached the counter, the bell sounded again. Yami smirked. It was probably that truck driver.

"Hey Yugi! How are you?" the cashier said to the other man, putting on his bright smile again.

Yami looked puzzled. That's an odd name.

"I'm okay I guess. I'm just thirsty. Think you got any beer left?" answered Yugi.

"This man has the last six pack," the cashier answered.

Yugi crossed his arms over his chest. "Oh really?"

Yami finally turned around to face this "Yugi." Imediately, his eyes got immencely bigger. Not because of his resemblance to the man, but at Yugi's large amethyst eyes. They were...pretty. No, they were gorgeous. He was beautiful! Yami felt a flutter in his stomach. Shit, he hadn't ever felt that before. He wasn't supposed to. But this boy...

"You got a name stranger?" Yugi asked in a testy tone.

Yami smiled. "I'm Yami," he said as he extended his hand out to Yugi.

Yugi glanced down at Yami's hand and then back up to examine his face. "You here to cause problems tough guy?" he asked.

"What?" Yami asked, looking over his black attire. He smirked and smoothed back his hair. "Course not. I'm here looking for a job. Think you can help me?"

"I doubt it," Yugi said.

The cashier looked between the two men during a lull in the conversation.

"Anything else Yugi?"

Yugi bit his tongue and nodded as he continued to examine the stranger. "Maybe some Pepsi if you don't have beer."

"Wait!" Yami said, extending his hand with the six pack in it toward Yugi. "I want you to have it." He tried smiling at Yugi.

Yugi mumbled a 'thanks' as he took it from Yami's hand. He paid for it and began walking towards the door. Yami tried not to drool as he saw the boy's leather pants make his ass stick out. And he swayed it pretty nicely too.

"Hey Hector," Yugi called back when he paused at the door.

"Yeah?"

"Tell this "Yami" character that it's not polite to stare at strangers' asses."

Hector snorted as Yugi hautily walked out to his truck. Yami ran to the door in time to catch Yugi pull out of the gas station and make a left. Left, he had to remember that. He smiled.

"Hey buddy, you gonna pay for the gas and chips or do I have to call the cops?" Hector called.

"Yugi..." Yami whispered to himself as he turned back toward the counter.

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There you go! That's chapter one! And I have no clue what the rest of the plot is. I have two more scenes in my head but absolutely nothing otherwise. I'm hoping to get more ideas through all the studying for finals that are in less than two weeks.

Well, I'm surprised I haven't told you this, but I'm going to a writing camp June 11-15 and I am REALLY excited! I get to stay at a college( the one I really wanna go to!) and even get lessons from their professors! So between studying and camp, my schedule is tight. Have a great Memorial Day in America and please review!