I know I was supposed to post this a couple of weeks after 'In love with the Darkness' was finished, but then I got this huge writer's block and well… this has been in my desk drawer for almost a year and a half. Or was it two? Until recently! :D
I have eight chapters and an interlude done, so if I have time between researching the market for my internship, doing my father's administration, running around in my mother shop and taking care of my horse (my social life is in the gutter), I'll update!
For those who have been wondering where the hell Honda was in the first story: You'll find out in this one!
Edit January 19th, 2012: I have completely edited this story for remaining spelling errors, grammar mistakes and typos. So from now on there shouldn't be any left! I'm doing a clean up on all of my stories. More information about this can be found on my profile and on my website!
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, any of the Nightwish songs I use in the story, or the song Valentine's Day by Linkin Park.
Chasing the Light
Chapter 1
"Baby…"
I tried to swat away the hand on my arm and groaned.
"Come on… you have to wake up." The voice sounded amused.
"No…" I snuggled deeper into my pillow.
A warm set of lips pressed themselves against my temple. "Come on… I'll shower with you."
That sounded tempting… really tempting. I opened an eye ad winced. Bright light. "What's the time?" I asked.
"Time to wake up."
"Gods, Yami! You're so mean!" I groaned.
He chuckled. "Alright. It's 7.30."
"What? That early? Why the hell did you wake me up? It's Sunday you know!"
He smirked slightly. The mischievous glint in his eyes told me exactly why.
"Forget it," I said while turning my back to him. "It's too fucking early to have sex."
"Then I'll just have to seduce you," he teased.
I ignored him and pretended to go back to sleep. Yami pulled me closer and playfully nipped my earlobe. "I love you," he murmured.
I fought the smile that started to spread on my face. Every time he said it, he would make me smile and I would give in to anything he wanted. And he wasn't ashamed to use it against me. I searched for his hand and grabbed it. "I love you too."
He pressed his face against my neck and I felt him smile. I could do that to him too. I turned over and buried my face in his chest. He kissed the top of my head. I took the dog tags he wore in my hand and ran my thump over the tag with the different names on it. He smiled when he noticed what I was doing. He cupped my cheek and kissed me.
I relaxed into his kiss and buried my left hand in his sleep tousled hair. My other hand trailed down his back. He broke the kiss and brought his mouth to my ear. He nipped my earlobe again and placed a kiss on the sensitive spot behind my ear. I shivered. I allowed him to roll me onto my back. He loomed over me and smirked.
"I always get my way," he said.
"Stop being so full of yourself," I said while pulling him closer.
He grinned before kissing me again.
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"My lyrics are better!"
"They're not!" I glared at Bakura.
He glared back at me and pointed at my notebook. "How can you say that is better?" he asked.
"Because it is," I said smugly, "Yami thinks so too."
He groaned and threw his pen down. "And you think of the Pharaoh as some god, so everything he says is right."
"The Siren and the Pharaoh are both right," I said with a smirk.
"Fuck you! There is no way to argue with you!" Bakura stood up and stomped towards the fridge. We were working on some songs in the studio.
I looked down at my watch. Yami should be here soon. He was talking to some guy about a record deal. We had been looking for a record company for almost six months now. It was really difficult to find one and that frustrated Yami to no end. He desperately needed the money. His mother had been aiding him in paying his part of the rent. So far none of the record companies wanted a deal with us. Not even having the almighty Seto Kaiba as our drummer could help us.
Bakura came back and handed me a glass of coke.
"Thanks," I said.
He nodded and sat down. "So…" he started.
"Hmm?"
"Do you think we get the deal this time?"
I shrugged. "I don't know, but I do hope."
Bakura ran a hand through his hair. "It would make things a lot easier."
I stared at my hands. Yeah… the pressure of getting a record deal was killing me. And Yami too. Sometimes he was so tense he would get irritated at the smallest things and he would snap at me. We had had a lot of fights the last couple of weeks.
"Are you alright?" Bakura asked.
I nodded. "Hai…"
I heard voices in the hallway and the door flew open and Yami entered the room, followed by Jono.
"And?" Bakura asked him.
Yami shook his head. Bakura and I both sighed in disappointment.
"Damn… why not?" Barkura growled.
"No relationships in the band. And they didn't like my attitude." Yami's voice sounded annoyed.
I stood up and walked towards him. I wrapped my arms around his waist. I pressed a kiss against his lips. "Don't worry about it too much," I said softly.
"Hmm…" He pulled me closer and nuzzled my hair. "It's so frustrating."
"I know." I pressed my face against his chest and breathed in his scent. I loved the way he smelled.
"When you two are finished… we still have some work to do," Bakura said.
"Right," Yami said. "I like the lyrics Meca wrote."
Before Bakura could go on rampage I spoke up. "Bakura thinks his are better."
"Damn right I do!"
Yami grabbed Bakura's notebook from the table and read the lyrics he had written. "Can't we make a combination? I like the rap verses."
Bakura shot me triumphant smirk and I glared at him. I sighed when Yami looked at me. "Alright…" I grumbled.
After another hour of working Yami and I went home. I started cooking while Yami took a shower. When he returned he sat down at the table and sighed.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
"Hmm… just tired." He grabbed a notebook and started leafing through it. When he reached the page he wanted he grabbed a pen and crossed out something. Another record company we had failed to impress.
I sighed myself and continued cooking. We had diner in silence. Silence was something unusual between me and Yami and when it was there it always made me nervous. And when I was nervous I became clumsy. The third time I dropped my knife Yami snapped at me.
"Stop doing that!"
I sighed. "I'm sorry…"
"Whatever," he muttered irritation clear in his voice.
"Why the hell are you so irritated?" I asked.
He glared at me. "Because I can't pay my own rent."
"Well, I'm sorry for being the reason we can't get a deal!" I snapped at him. I stood up and walked into the living room. He followed me.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Damn it!" I shouted. "You know it's true! All those companies didn't want the band because of us. Because of me." I turned towards him.
"That's complete and utter bullshit!" he said.
"It's not and you know it!" I yelled. I walked into the hallway and towards our bedroom. I plopped down on the bed and closed my eyes, fighting my tears.
I hated it when Yami and I had arguments or fights. They left me feeling drained of all energy. I sighed deeply and turned over on my side, clutching my pillow. I was so tired. It wasn't long before I fell into a restless sleep.
- End chapter 1 -
I know it's kind of short, but I have written longer chapters that will follow!
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