OMFG I'm watching an anime adaption of a commercial for Pride and Prejudice (The version with Kira Nightly) And was planning on writing a different fanfic, but this got in the way. I'll write it and get it out of my system. It's was either gonna be Bakura Ryou or SetoJou in the beginning, but I have decided to twist it around and make it a YamiYuugi fic. My first ever!!
Disclaimers-- Guess what? I do not own YGO. I do not own Pride and Prejudice either. And I will be watching this 'commercial' FOREVER depending on how long it will take me to write this!! Xp
Enjoy!!
Pride over Prejudice?
There. Over in the corner of the room. All of those giggling girls. Along with the occasional squeal. That could only mean one thing--
Mr. Darcy.
Or, as Yuugi liked to call him,
Yami.
The way he made all those girls yell and squeal was just so annoying.
He looked amazingly like Yuugi, with tri- colored hair and deep, amethyst eyes, but his had a slight tint of red to them. Of course, there were differences, too. He had three yellow bangs shooting up, refusing to be tamed like the rest. He was also, unlike Yuugi, not vertically challenged.
He heard all the girls.
"He's here!"
"Is he handsome?"
"He's single!"
And there was one of the elderly women there trying to keep them under control.
"Mr. Darcy, at your service."
Yami said in a deep, slightly bewitching voice. He sounded very... Yuugi couldn't find the word.
Where did that come from!?, He thought.
Of course, Yuugi glared at Yami, which didn't fit him at all. He resembled a child, really, despite the fact he was sixteen.
Now, before we continue, let us make a few points clear-
Yuugi did not like Mr. Darcy.
Or, to put it in his words, he did not like Yami.
Why?
He didn't like rich, condescending people.
Why? They were rich and condescending.
At least, that is what he thought. Yuugi didn't know he was soon to be proved wrong.
Now, as to why Yuugi was at this party, despite the fact he was a boy who worked in the kitchens, was because he was here to bring refreshments and refill the tea pots when they ran dry.
He saw a girl walk up to Yami, blushing.
She was one of the more stunning girls in the room, with short, shoulder- length brown hair.
She was wearing a pale, rose- pink dress with cream- colored trim, and a pink quartz broach.
Ms. Elizabeth Gardener was her name.
"Do you dance, Mr. Darcy?" She asked, blushing slightly, her azure eyes
"Not if I can avoid it." The man said, very pointedly.
He was certainly honest.
"O- oh. I am sorry to have bothered you, then, Mr. Darcy." Elizabeth said as she turned and walked back to her original dancing partner, Mr. Bankropht, who was currently dancing with a woman with long, brilliant blonde hair named Lucielle Valentine.
Yuugi was turning back to the tea pots, when he caught a shock of gold hair out of the corner of his eye.
That would only be one person. His best friend, the incredibly optimistic and in some cases bouncy Joseph.
"What're ya' doin' over here, Yuug'?" He asked. smiling brightly.
"Working. Whilst you, however, are dancing with every available soul that is attached to a body in the room. Both male and female alike." The small boy retorted, never taking his eyes from the steaming tea now being emptied into a ceramic pot.
"Oh. Okay. But, seriously, Yuug', why're you always' workin'? Take a break!"
"Joseph..."
"Call me Joey. We've been friends, get over da' formalities."
"Joey. I do not blow off my duty's. I gat them done and then I go about my business."
"And have no fun whatsoever? Come on, Yuug', go dance with someone! I'll take care a' da' tea an' refreshments, you have a good time!"
"Joseph--"
"Joey."
"Joey. No. Why should I?"
"So ya' don' end up an old, fun- absorbin' fool like ms. Fig over there."
Yuugi knew that Joseph was just trying to get him to dance with Kaiba, or Ryou, or Bakura, or someone who was being immature.
Maybe he was trying ot get him to dance with Mr. Darcy. THe dreaded Mr. Darcy, Yami, that promised impending doom.
Impending doom for your virginity, maybe. If yu get your way.
Yuugi quickly tried to rid his mind of those thoughts. Dispose of them. Likewise, it did not go very well.
But Joseph would keep pestering him until he did.
"Go dance with Mr. Darcy over' dere'!"
"He looks miserable, poor soul!" Yuugi said in mock concern, sparing a glance at the older man.
Of course, he took delight in his being miserable, but for some reason it wasn't all there this time.
"Miserable he may be, but poor he most certainly is not." Joseph said, his blonde hair fanning out slightly behind him as he turned his head to look at the tall man with unusual hair.
It almost caught fire, it swung unusually close to a candle flame.
Of course, at that moment, Yami chose to walk up. He was smiling slightly at Yuugi, his amethyst- and- red- eyes kind.
"Hello, Mr. Darcy." Yuugi spat out, trying to control his temper. He heard Joseph giggle from across the table.
"Hello."
Yuugi just stared at him with eyes that said, 'That's it? 'Hello'? At least put together a decent sentence. If you want to ask me to dance, do it now before I die of the agony of waiting.'.
Yami seemed to pick up on it immediately, opening his mouth to speak.
"Pardon me," He said, still smiling slightly, his voice taking on what was supposed to be set for light conversation, "I, do not have that talent of conversing easily with people I have never met before." He finished. Still smiling that beautiful smile.
Stop that!
"Perhaps you would be wise to practice."
"May I have the next dance?"
That took Yuugi aback. Mr. Darcy... Yami... asked him to dance...
"You've been most inconvenient since I have sworn to loathe you for eternity."
The words were out before the short teen could stop them. He saw Yami stare at him for a moment, a slight bit of shock in his eyes.
"You may." He snapped, hoping to smooth the whole thing over with those few choice words.
He heard Joseph giggle behind him, and, setting down the pewter teapot 'accidentally' on his hand, ha took Mr. Darcy's... Yami's... waiting hand, he was lead onto the dance floor.
The music started, the violin quartet and flutes starting on a fairly fast- paced waltz, he was suddenly gliding along the floor with Yami.
He didn't know how to dane that well, but Yami was a natural lead. He followed his footwork, dipping, twirling, and avoiding other pairs of dancers, who, upon closer inspection, Yuugi saw the women looking at him most enviously.
It continued for another five or six minutes before the music stopped and they had stopped their dance.
He separated himself from Yami, and bowed, thanking him for the dance.
He headed back to the kitchen, muttering slightly about the dance. There had been this constricting feeling in his chest, his heart fluttered at Yami's touch, and the dance was amazing. This time, the little voice in his head staying unusually quiet this time.
He was surprised, to say the least, to see Joseph and the ever- so- prominent Kaiba... kissing... in a broom closet.
They were oblivious to his discovery until he cleared his throat, breaking Joseph out of his trance. Kaiba, much to his amusement, took slightly longer.
"How'd it go?" The blonde asked, smiling like an idiot.
"I- it... was..." Yuugi mentally cursed himself for stuttering like a fool.
"Amazing?" The blonde finished.
"No! It was the singularly most embarrassing, unlikeable experience of my entire life!" He spat out.
"Liar."
"I am not!"
"Your blushing. You liked it."
"What of it? Your in here with Kaiba, of all people, engaging in sexual activities!! And you accuse me of lying about a dance with the man I hate the most!"
"You like him."
That sent Yuugi over the edge.
"From the first moment I made his aquantence his arrogance made me realize that he is the last man in the entire world that I could ever marry!" Those words shot out of the young mans mouth as well, much to his exasperation and anger and the other's amusement.
"You like him!" Joseph said, every letter of every syllable of every word in that simple sentence dripping with victory, "I knew it! I knew you couldn't hate im'!"
"I thought you didn't like him." Said Kaiba, momentarily forgotten.
"So did I." Joseph agreed.
"So did we all!"
Yuugi slammed the door of the closet shut on Joseph and Seto's smiling faces, storming out into the vast expanse of yard outside of the elegant, now lively house. It took him a moment ot gather the fact that it was raining.
Do you not think him a handsome man?, He thought to himself.
Yes, yes he is.
"I have been a fool." Yuugi said. Glad that nobody was around to hear him. It took him by surprise when a mature voice said, "Were all fools in the world of love"
Yuugi didn't dread who it was, for once, instead he was slightly uplifted at it.
"What, pray tell, do you want?" The boy asked.
"I want to tell you how I truly feel about you." Yami said. He looked down at the boy, and, removing his outermost jacket, he laid it atop Yuugi's head, seeing it drape upon his shoulders as well.
"You have bewitched me, body and soul. That is the first time anybody has had that kind of power over me before."
Of course. Power. Feh.
"Is that so?" Yuugi stared strait ahead, pulling the warm coat around him.
"Well, then, that must be quite a change for you." He sloshed through the now- muddy lawn into the kitchen.
This would be different, dealing with the feeling now constricting his chest. He turned and walked back inside, leaving Mr. Darcy our in the lawn to get thoroughly soaked.
He saw Joseph leaning up against a tile counter, looking at Mr. Darcy out of the window.
"What have you done to poor mister Darcy?" He said, half in mock- concern and half in curiosity.
Yuugi was taken slightly aback for a moment.
"I have no idea, really."
Fin
Omigod, that sucked!! I changed some of the names (As you can see) for the sake of the story. Please review!! It would make Yami and Yuugi very happy!!