Hello peoples! Welcome to my first attempt at a yaoi fic!
Sage: Get ready for it to suck.
T.T Why don't you ever believe in me?
Sage: Because you are you.
…Good point. So, this is my first yaoi story. I apologize if it sucks, but I'm learning! I hope you will enjoy this story, because I'm super excited to write this!
Rated M For: Vulgarity, angst, violence, sadism.
I do not own Yugioh.
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Yugi awoke to the sound of a monotonous beeping. His eyes opened slowly, and he felt extremely lightheaded. He reached out and felt crisp, clean sheets covering him. He opened his eyes some more, but was blinded by the sunlight entering the room. He had to shut his eyes back closed and let out a small groan.
"Yugi?" A voice came. It sounded worried and tired. It also sounded like the person had been crying. This piqued Yugi's interest. He had a slight idea of who the voice might belong too—as best he could think, at least. All he wanted to do was sleep. But, the person who was speaking, if he was who Yugi thought he was, shouldn't be crying. Yugi never saw him cry. Yugi didn't he think he should be crying. He wasn't worth crying over.
He felt a cold hand touching his forehead, pushing his bangs being his ear. "Yugi?" He repeated. "Are you alright?"
Yugi's mouth felt like it was full of cotton. His throat was so parched. "J-Joey?" He managed to let out. His voice was hoarse.
"Yeah, it's me, Yuge."
"Joey…" Yugi moaned, opening his eyes slightly, so he could barely see his blonde friend. "Wha-what happened?"
"Do you not remember?"
"I…I…" Yugi thought for a moment as he let the last memory come to him. "He was so angry." Tears began to leak out of his eyes. "I told him I was leaving, but he didn't like that. He started to hit me. He called me these awful names, Joey. He pushed me to the floor and…." Yugi paused for a moment, trying to recover the rest of the memory. He did his best, but he couldn't remember what happened after he was pushed to the floor. He could visualize the angry glare of his attacker, he could remember how it felt when his head collided with the tiled floor, but everything after that was a complete blur. It was like someone had turned out the lights inside his mind. He couldn't see anything. "I don't remember." More tears flooded out of his eyes. Yugi looked up at Joey desperately. "I can't remember, Joey."
"It's okay Yugi. It'll be okay. You're in the hospital. You're safe." Joey did his best to comfort his best friend. It tore at his heart to see his best friend lying in a hospital bed, helpless. He was beyond sad because of Yugi's situation. He had no idea how to express his grief. The doctors had told him Yugi was going to die. It hurt Joey so much to hear those words, he began to cry. He hadn't cried since the day his mother left him and took Serenity with her. But Joey was also angry because every time he looked at his friend, he was reminded of why he was in this situation in the first place.
But Joey had to mask his anger for Yugi's sake. Yugi had just woken up from an excruitating injury. He didn't need any extra stress by feeling Joey's anger. Joey could see that Yugi was incredibly tired and lethargic. "Go to sleep Yugi; I'll explain more later."
Yugi didn't say anything but Joey could see his eyelids falling down. Within a few moments, his breathing was steady and regular and he was in a dreamless sleep.
And as Joey looked down on his injured friend that afternoon, he made a solid vow.
'Jack.' He thought, grimacing at just the thought of the man who landed his best friend in the hospital, 'wherever you are, you better stay there. Because if I ever see you again, I will make you pay for all that you've done to Yugi.'
"And that's a promise." Joey growled quietly, gripping the side railing of Yugi's bed.
-One Year Later-
Yami Sennen walked down the sidewalk from a long day of work. He hated having to work for his cousin. Seto was an ego-manic with a stick up his ass the size of a golf club. But, even though he wasn't very fond his cousin, his work had decent hours and a great pay, so he couldn't complain that much. The only thing he could complain about right now would be his empty stomach. It growled and Yami gripped it, trying to shush it.
Seto had made him work through his lunch break. So, in other words, Seto made him miss lunch. Yami's type of work wasn't one where he could stop at any point to take a break; he worked as the vice president of his cousin's company. While Seto dealt with the bills, stocks, and new Duel Disks designs, Yami was left with the excess of running a company. He had to deal with customer complaints (much to his disdain), managing the sales of the Duel Disks, and having to arrange meetings with new sponsors. Currently, Seto was busy organizing a new Duel Monsters Tournament and Yami had been given the task of finding a place of busy willing to rent out their building for their week in order for a bunch of geeks and nerds to assemble and play a children's card game.
Understandingly, he was having a hard time finding a willing partner.
His stomach pains intensifying, Yami decided to find a place to eat some dinner. He hadn't been paying much attention to where he was walking, and now found himself right on the edge of the Red Light Zone in Domino. It was what people referred to the ghetto area of Domino. Yami looked up to the sky and saw the top windows of all the different apartment complexes. Their brown paint was peeling and the sky was just different than in the other parts of Domino. It was hard to explain. It just looked…sick.
"I shouldn't be here." Yami mumbled, feeling unsafe. He heard about all the shootings and shankings that happened in the Red Light Zone. With him being in his business suit, Yami felt like he was the perfect victim for a mugging.
But, right as he was about to turn around and leave, Yami's stomach growled again. He sighed and looked to his right, which was a small restaurant going by the name of "Mazaki's". It had a red neon sign displaying the name and it appeared fairly busy for the evening hour.
"Well," Yami whispered to himself, "I suppose it's better than nothing." He put his hand on the door and pushed it open. The restaurant had a light, airy feel and some smooth jazz music was playing over the speakers.
"Good evening, sir." A blonde hostess said, reaching for a menu. "Table for one?"
"Uh, yes." Yami mumbled as he began to follow her. She walked with confidence, her high heels clapping against the tile floor. She led Yami to a small booth and placed down his menu and utensils.
"Your waiter will be here shortly. Until then, if there's anything you need, call for me!"
"Thank you." Yami said as he slid into the booth. So far, the restaurant didn't seem so bad. At least the staff, so far, seemed nice.
Yami opened his menu and scanned the various different options. He read over all the different combinations of burgers, salads, and grilled chicken.
"Excuse me?" Came a soft voice.
Yami looked up from his menu and his jaw nearly dropped. Before him at the end of his table was a boy who looked almost identical to himself. The boy had the same star-shaped hair. With all the same colors too. His blonde bangs were hanging in his face, but Yami could still see his eyes. They were the most beautiful pairs of eyes he had ever seen. They were a deep violet color. But, they seemed dull and quiet. Still, the boy was attractive. Yami couldn't deny that.
"My name is Yugi." The boy said softly. "I'll be your waiter this evening. Can I start you off with something to drink?"
"I'd just like a water to drink." Yami said, unable to take his eyes off the boy. He watched as Yugi scribbled something down onto a white notepad.
"And…" Yugi paused, his eyes casting off into the distance. Almost instantly, he snapped his eyes shut and shook his head. Yami wondered why he did that. "Are-are you ready to order?" He asked hastily.
"I think I am." Yami said, turning his attention back to his menu. "I'll just have a hamburger, no pickles, with a side of the French fries."
Yugi wrote down the entrée and he began to back away. "Okay then, sir. I'll have that to you as soon as its ready."
Yami opened his mouth to thank the boy, but he noticed something that made him stop. Yugi had a pink scar, running from the middle of his forehead, down to over his right eyelid, and then at the corner of his eye. It wasn't a large scar, but it stood out against his pale skin and Yami couldn't help but wonder how he had gotten it. It looked painful.
Yugi turned around and began to walk away, his head hanging down. Yami watched him leave, feeling his heart rate increasing. He tried to take his mind off the waiter and instead focus on the work he would have to do for his cousin, but the image of Yugi kept coming into his mind. Yami found himself waiting in anticipation for the return of his waiter. He felt like a child on Christmas Eve.
Yami felt sweat begin to form at his brow as the image of his waiter kept creeping into his mind. Yami began to imagine what the boy would like if he were smiling and instead of his beautiful eyes looking dull and worn over, they were bright and cheerful. Yami thought Yugi was attractive when he had his head down, avoiding the World. But imagining him happy and cheerful only made him more beautiful.
Yami bit his lip. Where was Yugi with his food? It seemed like an eternity since the boy took his order.
After what was probably only ten minutes, Yugi returned with a porcelain plate on his forearm.
"Here you are." He said quietly, placing the food in front of Yami. "If you need anything, please, tell me."
"Actually," Yami said, "there is one thing." Yami felt his throat grow dry. He'd been rehearsing this in his head since he laid eyes on the teen. He could only hope that Yugi would react the way that Yami rehearsed in his head, even if they were complete strangers.
"What is it?"
"I'd like you to go on a date with me." Yami's face flushed red and the words spilled over his tongue. They came out hastily and for a moment Yami wondered if the teen even understood him.
Yami watched as the boy's face became even paler. His pupils widened and his breathing began to increase. It looked like he had seen a ghost.
Yami instantly felt regret. He had moved too far too fast. He didn't even know if this kid was gay. In fact, all he knew about the kid was his name: Yugi. Yugi, on the other hand, knew nothing about him. Yugi didn't even know his name.
The boy began to shake his head rapidly. "I-I" He stuttered. "I'm sorry sir, but, I can't. It would be unprofessional of me."
Yami felt the pain of rejection, but even though he felt bad about rushing it, he desperately wanted just one date with Yugi. He couldn't explain it, but it felt to him like love at first sight. "It doesn't have to be anything special. In fact, we can just sit here and talk."
"I-" Yugi was still shaking his head, "I can't. I'm on the clock until ten and—"
"How about another time then?" Yami pressed on, pursuing his lips. He hadn't asked for many things in life, but one thing he was going to ask for what this one date. At this point, Yami was practically begging for just this one date, with this one strange boy he'd barely exchanged ten words with.
"Sir, please—" Yugi said, growing frustrated. Yami could see how uncomfortable the teen was becoming with this conversation, but something in Yami kept telling him to press on. Something in Yami was telling him that they were meant to be together.
"Please." Yami said sternly. "Just one date?"
Yugi sighed in defeat and started to rub his face. "I get off tomorrow at six." He conceded.
"Perfect." Yami said, smiling. "I'll meet you here then."
"It's…" He paused, casting his eyes downward. "A date." He gave Yami a small smile and his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. He looked just as beautiful as Yami imagined he would. Maybe even more so.
Then, he turned around and left to go bring food to his other tables.
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I hope you liked it! What do you think? Enjoyed it? Hated it? Wish to see it burn in Internet Hell? Please tell me!
Also, I like to give thanks to one of my good friends, ll Kairi ll, for being my beta on this story. I really appreciated your help!
So, that's it for now. Good bye!