Heey, this my first fanfic. Like, EVER. So don't be too harsh, kk? ^.^
It want to develop it into a longer story later on, so this is the first chapter. Altho I don't kno, it could just be a one-shot :L
Just so you know, this includes quiiiiiiite alot of puzzleshipping, YugiXYami stuff mainly from Yugi's POV. But I don't know whether to include some yaoi lemon later on? :S
Sometimes I think it detracts from the main theme of the story, the thoughts and feelings are more important than the physical shiz tbh!
Despite Yami's hotness!... ;)
So anyway, I do not own any of the Yu-Gi-Oh! characters, themes, personalities, etc. nor do I not claim to. All credit for the original story goes to it's first creator.
Happy reading and remember to please review at the end! I need to know what to do next... Lol :D
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"Aibou, wake up..." whispered Yami, gently prodding Yugi's back as he dozed huddled up under the thick, warm quilt; "You need to go to school!"
"Hmmmmshlmmmmm..." was Yugi's reply as he curled himself even more tightly into the dense covers.
"Come on, now!" said Yami, sitting on the bed and shaking Yugi's small shoulder, to no avail. He sighed dramatically, knowing Yugi could hear him. "Do I really have to count to ten?"
The colourful spiked hair belonging to the boy turned slightly, as if to say "Until what?"
Smirking silently, Yami counted "Okay then. One, two, three..."
Nothing.
"Four, five, six..."
A twitch.
"Seven, eight, nine..."
Yugi's frame trembled.
"Ten!" Yami pounced swiftly onto Yugi, ripping the quilt from him in one quick flourish and easily wrestling him to the floor.
Yugi attempted feebly to fight back, but was weak from sleep, and now, helpless laughter.
Pinning him down by his arms and laughing himself, Yami said "Now, is it necessary for me to tickle you? Or are you done with being so childish?"
"NO! No tickling! You'll give me a stitch from laughing so hard, Yami! You're so mean, I'd only just woken up!"
The indignant and mildly petrified expression on Yugi's face made Yami chuckle smugly. He loved playing games with him. "If you insist." he said, smiling innocently.
Releasing Yugi, he stood up in a smooth motion and looked around the room; amused.
Yugi remained on the floor for a second, then clumsily copied Yami, feeling disoriented and tired. "Are you coming to school with me today, Pharaoh?"
Yami replied, "No, I've learned more than enough in my lifetime, believe me."
Yugi playfully teased, "I bet you don't even know how to use a calculator, let alone a computer!"
Yami blushed momentarily, looking down to his feet. His lack of knowledge over technology embarrassed him somewhat, not that he'd ever let Yugi know. "It does not matter if I know either of those things, but I do know that you will be very late if you don't get a move on."
Yugi sighed, murmuring, "Ah fine, I guess you're right. But I still think you should come with me." as he started to organize his clothes for the day.
Though as Yami wandered out of his flatmate's cluttered room, he wondered, "Maybe I could go with Yugi... In my own way..."
Yugi didn't hear the Pharaoh leave his room. Turning, he realised he was already gone.
At school, on the benches in the playground outside, Yugi was still thinking about the events of that morning. The Pharaoh always acted strangely around Yugi; playing tricks on him and joking around.
It wasn't like other people didn't do that, Joey and Tristan were always up to some prank, but there was a big difference between them and the way that Yami did it, there was just something more.
Something indescribable. They were like the closest of brothers, the bestest of best friends. And still there was something else there, as if they were...
"YUGI!"
"What? What is it, Joey?" asked Yugi, annoyed.
Snickering, Joey said, "We were gonna play a new game! And we need you to help us."
"All you guys ever think about is some sort of game. Card games, Puzzle games, Board games... Can't you do something else just for once?"
"But this is too much fun! Look, see, we've got brand new dice and everything..."
Yugi shouted back, letting off steam: "Well just because my grandpa used to own that old game shop does NOT mean I like all games! It seems like there was a good reason we had no customers, and got evicted too!"
"Jeeeez, calm down dude." said Joey sarcastically, blinking.
"But Yugi, you always used to love games!" cried Tristan.
"Not all of the time, Tristan. I don't feel like it much today." Yugi frowned, his eyes glistening sadly.
Tea piped up, "Couldn't you tell us what's wrong? We are your friends you know! And we will always be here for you! So there's no need for you to feel so bad while we're here. Friendship is totally cool."
Yugi shifted uncomfortably, thinking they really needed to talk to Tea about her strangely exaggerated views on friendship. Most of the time he wished she'd just shut up. "Uhhhhh, thanks... Tea... But it's not something I wanna talk to you about."
There was an awkward pause as Tea tried to absorb this, then looked at Joey, then at Tristan, each of whom didn't meet her eyes, then back at Yugi, to whom she said, "Well, why the hell not?"
Yugi rolled his eyes as he sighed, exasperated, "It's complicated."
Tea kept watching him expectantly.
"It's personal, ok?"
Still not getting it.
"I want it to be private. P.R.I.V.A.T.E. Like just me knowing. Something that I want no one else, other than myself, to know."
Tea thought for a moment. "Ohhhhh I get it." she said, throwing him an obviously over-enthusiastic smile, "You have... A crush!"
Joey reacted as if such a thing could never even occur, "No way! Yugi? Our Yugi? Narhhh."
And Tristan's eyebrows made odd movements that were considerably similar to those of a caterpillar, "Haha who is it, dude?"
"Oh for the love of... Oops, I nearly said Ra... That's what Yami would say! It is awesome being friends with a Pharaoh." thought Yugi, feeling his brain mentally chafe at the word "friends". "But I don't have a crush on..."
"I don't have a crush on anybody. Seriously, why do you always come up with the same old conclusions? I don't fancy anyone, I don't love someone, and the only thing I really want right now is..."
Suddenly Tea gasped, a huge whooshing sound that burst from her as if she had been punched.
Her wide, shining eyes were fixed on something near the school gates, and when Yugi turned to see what the heck she was staring at; he made a similar noise to her.
"Yami!"
It actually was the Pharaoh. Everyone was looking at him.
He was confidently making his way towards the front entrance of the school across the playground, dressed in what could only be described as royal Egyptian clothing; sleek leather, gold bangles, jewellery and chains shimmering all over his body.
His cloak swishing behind him accentuating every cat-like step and his softly tanned skin radiating as if the sun dwelled within him. His eyes, a dazzling mixture of violet and ruby, were sparkling mischievously.
It seemed obvious that he was physically strong even though he was slight, not hugely muscular, and Yugi could not believe he hadn't noticed before that he was so... Beautiful... That Yami was, in fact, a God...
"You know HIM?" shrieked Tea, utterly ruining the moment for Yugi and squealing in such a high-pitched voice that his ears were in literal pain.
Trying to recover his sense of speech (and hearing) he muttered, "Yeah, we're flatmates... Uhm..."
She knelt down and, clutching the front of his clothes like a lunatic, begged, "You have to introduce me!"
"Oh. I don't know." "Was this... Jealousy?" "I don't even know why he's here."
"But you must be able to! You must! We all need to be friends, right everyone?" Tea exclaimed, turning round to Joey and Tristan, who had been watching the proceedings with looks of complete bemusement on their faces.
"If I'm honest, I couldn't care less." said Joey nonchalantly, "In my opinion he looks like he's been playing dress up a little too often."
"What he said." mumbled Tristan, "Faaaaaaa-aaaaaag."
Ignoring them, Tea looked back up to Yugi with puppy-eyes the size of dinner plates, "So you will introduce me? Right?"
"Ok, sure." said Yugi, giving in to this weird, crazy Tea. "She so cannot be obsessed with him. This is gonna suck."
The Pharaoh Yami was very close to the doors now, but he had slowed, probably just so that Yugi could call to him. Yami was so intuitive like that.
Also, Tea was still kneeling on the ground at Yugi's feet; which was pretty strange to say the least.
"Hey, Yami!" yelled Yugi, "Come here!"
Yami responded with an angel's smile and gracefully paced over to them, Tea choosing this moment to scramble into a standing position and dust herself off.
"Are these your friends, Yugi?" asked Yami, a smirk playing around the corner's of his lips.
"Yeah. This is Tea." Yugi pointed to Tea, who waved at Yami in an insanely exuberant fashion, "And this is Joey and Tristan." pointing to each of them, who merely sat there with ironic expressions on their faces. "Tea, Joey, Tristan, this is Yami Atemu. He's my... Best friend."
"Good to finally meet you all." said Yami, graciously.
"I thought I was your best friend, Yug?" said Joey, eyeing the Pharaoh with a new distaste, and sounding vexed.
"Yeah, what he said." echoed Tristan.
"We're all best friends. You guys are my best school friends and Yami is my best home friend. 'Cause we live together."
"Ooooookkkk that sounded quite odd." thought Yugi to himself, "I wonder if Yami noticed."
Yugi looked at Yami and saw that he had noticed nothing, or at least that's what it seemed.
Tea had finally gotten her word in and she was babbling mindlessly to Yami about something; while he pretended to be interested just for politeness' sake.
Yugi could tell this because he knew Yami so well, and could tell just by his body language what he was really thinking.
He hoped upon hope this didn't work both ways but Yami was the wiser one so it probably did.
Those eyes of liquid fire promptly glanced up from under the thick, feathery lashes, as if he had heard.
Yugi hastily tried to break his gaze but Yami did not look away and Yugi kept quickly staring back into his eyes, then down at the floor, embarrassed.
"What is this?" He thought, trying to keep his own eyes trained on the ground... There were marks in the dirt where Tea had been grovelling... He concentrated on those...
"So, Yami, why are you dressed up as a Pharaoh, anyway?" asked Tristan, "It's not even History day today."
"I'm doing a special presentation in your class today." answered Yami, reluctantly facing Tristan, "I phoned to ask permission from your headmaster, and he said it was fine."
Yugi's ears pricked, why would Yami do this? How could he even teach them without revealing that he was a Pharaoh himself?
"That's awesome! I love Egypt! All those pyramids and camels and artefacts, it's my favourite country ever, it's so sunny too!"
Ugh, Tea. Yugi couldn't stop himself from feeling irrationally irritated with her. She was staring, apparently transfixed, at Yami's waist; where his shirt was tight enough to see his firm stomach.
It was pathetic, the way she was drooling over him. What sort of person does that? She didn't even know him.
What was more, she knew even less about Egypt. Yugi didn't think he'd heard her say one word about the place until now, and she'd always said she hated History.
A loud bell dong signalled the end of break.
"I'll see you all after your next lesson." said Yami to the group, yet winking at Yugi, mocking him.
Yugi blinked then looked down, chewing on his lip.
How weird.
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Sooooooo how was it? Should I continue it, or is it too bad to even consider turning into a long fic? Let me knoooow!
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