FIRST THINGS FIRST: Don't read this if you're under 13. Or not of that maturity level... I mean, I've met some pretty aware 12 and 11 year-olds, too.
Well, first fanfic for Yuugiou, or Yu-Gi-Oh, or whatever you want to call it. It shouldn't really matter for this fic, whether you enjoy the Americanime or the Japanime. Purely for a laugh.
Who doesn't love Awkward Puzzleshipping One-shots?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yugi (Yuugi) or Atem (Atemu). It's all originally the property of a man named Takahashi Kazuki, but 4Kids bought the rights, as did Shonen Jump. And blah, blah, blah... you know the story... Don't sue me.
When Yuugi entered his apartment room to see Atem lounging on the couch, eyes narrowed in concern as he examined the screen of a laptop sitting in front of him, he immediately detected the bad vibes. The moment the door opened, Atem tilted his head up toward his roommate, somewhat acknowledging him, though his eyes never left the screen.
"Oh, good. You're home," he mumbled at monitor.
"What are you looking at?" Yugi asked warily, tossing his bag into the corner.
"Well, you see, I googled my name–"
Yugi blanched. "Oh, Lord."
"Well, I found this Wikipedia article just now with some stuff about something called 'Puzzleshipping', and then it talks about 'yaoi'... Is that how it's pronounced?"
"Please, God, tell me you never got on Deviant Art–"
"No..."
"Fan fiction?"
"No... No, no I didn't– Do you know what any of this means? Should I search Fan fiction? Deviant Art?"
"No!" Yugi wailed, snatching the laptop away from the taller man and snapping it shut. He held it tightly at his side. "No, you'll just find a bunch of crap posted by adolescent girls with wild imaginations about you and–" he stopped suddenly, his face flushing. "It's not worth seeing."
"Well, that sounded like it was."
"No, it's just a bunch of misinformation."
"Really? Well, I wish I at least knew what it meant. I saw something about me being called a 'séme'..."
At this, Yugi stiffened, and his expression turned into a scowl. "Wait, what?" He opened the laptop again, quickly navigating its history's contents.
"Oh, just because I'm short? Now, that's just unfair–"
"So you do know what it means," the calm voice of his friend interrupted him.
Yugi started, as if just remembering that he wasn't alone. When he glanced up, wincing, he found that the other man was looking at him with complete innocence, eyes intent.
He sighed in relief. But now he would have to explain.
Damn his impulsive mouth.
"I, ah..." Yugi struggled to find words. "It's... ah...," He choked, giving up. "Its nothing you want to waste your time over."
"Look, just gimme that back, I can find it on my–" Atem began, reaching for the computer. When Yugi shook his head again, more desperately this time, and pulled back, Atem got up from his seat and tackled him, pushing him to the ground and holding him there with his weight as they grappled for the computer. "Give it up!" Atem grunted, reaching out for it.
"Oh, come on!" Yugi growled, pinned down, "This proves nothing!"
Atem paused, hand still outstretched for the computer Yugi held out as far from him as he could. He looked down at Yugi, their faces inches apart. "Proves nothing what?"
"I will not be called the uke!" Yugi cried out, taking advantage of Atem's momentary distraction and pushing him away, shoving him down and straddling him between his legs. He pinned the man's chest down with his hands, smirking when he had gained control.
"Who's the séme now, bitches?" He shouted triumphantly.
"What the hell is a séme?" Yami asked, ceasing to struggle. It was pointless.
"Me! I'm the–" Yugi started, but froze mid-sentence, realizing what he was saying. His face turned the darkest shade of red Atem had ever seen. Still stuck beneath Yugi's weight, he raised his eyebrows. Yugi back-peddled uselessly. "I mean, ah... It's just, um... nothing. It's nothing. No one."
Yami crossed his arms below where Yugi's hands still pressed down on his chest, eyes expecting an answer.
Yugi suddenly realized what the scene must've looked like.
"Oh, gah–" he exclaimed, getting up as quickly as he possibly could, tripping over a phone cord and nearly falling. It had been Atem's quick reflexes, pulling him back up and steadying him by gripping his forearms, that prevented his potentially dangerous descent.
"Stop that!" Yugi fumed, when he caught his balance.
"Stop what?"
"Acting like the sé– Ah! Nobody is the freaking séme!"
Yugi twisted out of Atem's grip and picked up the computer, slamming it shut. He turned to leave, face stormy.
"Go to bed, Atem," he said without looking back, shoving the door closed as he left, bringing the laptop with him.
_0_O_0_
Later that night, Yugi awoke and immediately noticed something off about the room.
He yawned, stretching his arms out above his head, fingers brushing the headboard. The stretch felt like heaven.
It was then that he noticed the oddity– there was a light coming from the floor below him. He straightened under his covers, whipping them off and sitting up to see Atem lying on his stomach below the bed, the laptop open in front of him.
Atem looked up from the screen, eyes barely meeting Yugi's before traveling down his body to gaze over the rest of him. It was at that point that Yugi remembered that he was shirtless, clothed only in his boxers. He pulled the blanket tightly back over his body.
"How the hell did you get in here?"
Atem acted as if he hadn't heard, glancing back at the computer. "They didn't get your abs right."
Yugi fidgeted under the blanket, hugging the fabric closer to him. "Who didn't... What?"
"You're much less... sculpted... then they seem to think. As is your hair... when you're in bed, anyway."
Yugi lifted his hand to his forehead, and found his blonde bangs in thin, wispy strands that tickled where they fell into his eyes. When he raised his hand higher, he found that his spiked hair had fallen down to his shoulders. He ran his fingers though it to push it away as he stared at Atem, perplexed.
"Why are you in here?"
Atem's eyes returned to the screen, which was at an angle that prevented Yugi from seeing exactly what was on it. All he could make out were the colors- he saw a great deal of red, black, and yellow. And skin color.
"Been doing some reading, too," Atem said. "Adolescent girls do have quite the imagination."
Yugi was still half asleep, and hadn't grasped much of Atem's meaning.
"Look, I'm tired... Just let me go back to–"
"I can't see how it can be so important to you. Not being the uke, I mean. Look, you know what? I'll be the uke if it means so much to you, alright?" he said softly, as if to soothe an angry child.
Yugi's eyes widened, and his mouth fell agape as his mind began to put two and two together.
"Atem?"
"Yes?"
"Don't tell me you..." He couldn't finish.
Atem smiled. "Any more room up there, séme?"
Yes, I do watch the Abridged Series. Not that I'm anywhere near as funny as our dear friend LittleKuriboh, but yes, he inspires me.
Yeah... so, thanks for checking this out. Tell me what you thought. Or don't, I guess, if you're otherwise occupied. It'd be nice though.
Did you happen to know that there are only four words in the english language ending in "-dous"? Horrendous, Tremendous, Stupendous, and Hazardous.
-C.
