Heh, here's another new fic, inspired by a friend of mine dragging me with her while she got yet another tattoo. On her lower back. So, whilst she was screaming in agony, this lil bunny was born…

And I kid you not on the screaming. Getting inked on the spine is uberly painful. Trust me; I know.

SUMMARY: Yugi- yes, Yugi, not Yami- is determined to get a tattoo, but Grandpa stands in his way. What's a sweet, well-behaved hikari to do? Sneak, of course. .

WARNINGS: shonen-ai (boy x boy). Tattoos. Body piercings. Defying parental authority. Mild cussing.

PAIRINGS: no specific pairing or romance in general, but Yami and Yugi are very close, so I'd say YxY, and a drop of BxY (no, Yami doesn't cheat or anything, just a little casual flirting to get his way. .) Ah, and also hints of Malik x Ryou.

DISCLAIMER: Stands for entire fic. Very, very simple. Me no own. Me make no money.

NOTE: Some characters maybe OOC. I think I made gramps OOC, but having him conservative was the only way I felt this fic would really work. Ya know, 'tis just FAN-fiction, so just sit back, relax, and enjoy the fic!

Oh, shout out to anyone whose been/or is getting inked. More power to you! If not, live vicariously through Yugi! &cheesy grin&

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TATTOO

Grandpa would kill Yugi if he knew where the small fifteen year old was. It was Saturday, and Grandpa and Yugi had come to the mall to pick Yami up from his afternoon guitar lesson. Due to the bus schedules, they had gotten here early; Yami had another fifteen minutes until his lesson was over, and that was assuming he got out on time. The girl with the rainbow dyed hair and nose ring who taught Yami had a major crush on him, and somehow Yami's lessons always ran over.

So that gave little Yugi all the time in the world to gaze into the depths of the tattoo parlor. Grandpa was busy checking out a rival game shop, and Yugi had told him he'd be at Pacsun, which was across the crowded hall.

How Yugi wanted a tattoo! Not a very big or noticeable one. He was thinking maybe a fairy, or a butterfly. He couldn't make up his mind. All he knew was he wanted one. Yami wanted one, too. Well, actually, Yami wanted several. But strict, conservative Grandpa said no. Yugi wasn't going to let that minor detail stop him, though. One design he liked was Yami's idea. His name in hieroglyphs, encircled in a pharonic cartouche, on his lower back. Yes, Yugi decided, that's the one he would get. So what if it was the same as Yami's? They were practically twins anyway.

Inside, the walls were plastered with huge, overlapping, painted on designs, making a huge, colorful collage. A customer was at the front desk, flipping through one of five huge binders of tattoo designs. Behind the desk was none other than Bakura.

The twenty two year old had short, spiky silver hair, some of which had been dyed black, and skin almost as tan as the Ishtars'. His eyes were a velvety, dark chocolate. His right eyebrow was pierced, and a long scar ran over his left eye. He had metal hoops and spikes in his ears and one spike below his bottom lip. A barbed wire tattoo encircled his muscular right bicep, and he had a skull on his left.

A college aged boy came out of the back room, holding up his shirt. An intricate tribal design weaved its way out of the top of his jeans to curl around his abdomen. The skin around it was puffed and painful looking; it had just been inked. Following him was Merik. The Egyptian's unruly blonde hair was spiked everywhere, and he had his shirt off, revealing the many tattoos he had on his upper body, mostly on his back. His entire left arm was a sleeve of interwoven tattoos that spread from his wrist and spilled over his shoulder, blending into his back and curling down onto his chest. It was a colorful attraction; Yugi had never seen anything like it- he had never seen the eldest Ishtar boy without a shirt on- and couldn't take his eyes off it.

Studying all of Merik's intricate tattoos- he even had his nipples pierced- Yugi lost track of time and didn't hear his yami and grandfather approaching. Sugoroku moved quite quickly for a portly, elderly man, his wiry mustache moving in agitation. Yami, guitar case slung over one slim shoulder, sulked along behind, arms crossed.

"Grandpa, I HATE taking the bus; it's SO uncool. I could've gotten 'Kura to give me a ride. He's got a new mustang-"

"Bakura is a bad influence. Every time you've been out with him, you've come home with another of those piercings somewhere in your body."

Behind Grandpa's back, Yami pulled a sour face. His full lips parted, revealing the braces on his teeth, and he stuck his pierced tongue out. "You let Yugi and me and out with Ryou."

"Ryou's not a jail sentence waiting to happen!"

Yami's thick black lashes widened as he rolled his crimson eyes. "I could've gotten a ride with Tristan; he gets done at the arcade soon."

"Maybe Tristan can give you a ride next week. I needed to go to the mall anyway, and I can't leave Yugi home by himself- YUGI MOTOU, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Yugi eeped and jumped, his small hands flying to cover his mouth, the black polish on his fingernails chipped. He smiled weakly, showing his braces and looking at his older yami instead of irate grandfather. "I-I was j-just looking…"

"You are NOT getting a tattoo, end of story. It's bad enough Yami has those holes all over him. Neither of you are going to permanently mar your skin with ink."

"B-but…" Yugi bit his soft lower lip, lowering his head and gazing at the tips of his black leather boots.

Yami came to Yugi's side, looking into the shop curiously. Bakura had headed into the back room with his customer. Merik finished his paperwork; he looked up, saw the Mutou boys, smiled fiendishly and waving, pen still in his fingers. The boys smiled back. Seeing Sugoroku's nostrils flare, Merik smirked, winked, and blew Yami a kiss. Yugi giggled. Grandpa clamped calloused hands around Yami and Yugi's small, smooth wrists and pulled them away from the tattoo shop. "Come on, we're going to miss the bus."

Yami pouted; he didn't like being manhandled. Yugi may tolerate it, but he wouldn't. He tugged himself free, then went on Grandpa's other side to Yugi. He took his hikari's small hand into his own, squeezing the tiny fingers and smiling comfortingly down at Yugi. Yugi looked up at Yami, who was almost a head taller than him, and smiled softly back. Yami made one of his faces at Grandpa, and Yugi giggled. Yami smiled.

Tbc…

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I think I did make them OOC…man, does this fic really suck that bad? I don't think it's on par with my usual standards, not that that's saying much…so, anyone out there inked? Gonna get inked? Wanna? Or anyone think the YGO bishies would looks smexy inked? I know I do!