Alrighty then!
So the idea for this story came to me when I was listening to I Don't Want to Miss a Thing by Aerosmith. If you all are familar with the movie, Road House, which has Patrick Swayze in it, then you'll know what this story is about. I'm going to try to keep it as close to, but not exactly like the movie. At first I was going to write a fic to the movie Ghost, which also has him in it, but I haven't seen the movie in years. I have it somewhere, but I was able to find this one easier and I like this one better. I still might write one though! R.I.P. Patrick Swayze.
This is going to be rated high off the bat because of sexual references, (a Lemon later on too) graphic language and fight scenes. If you can't handle it, don't bother reading. The nature of the movie is Rated R, so this story will also be rated high.
In an effort to make sure my stories comply with the ToS, the music lyrics have been removed. The song for each chapter will be posted here. The song for this chapter is Satisfied by Richard Marx.
Music
Thoughts
"Regular Speech."
For those who are willing to stick around and read, Enjoy!
I do NOT own Yugioh or Road House. I certainly would be richer than I am now if I did.
Road House
A sign flickered in the night. The neon lights blinking out the words "Bandstand Live Music." Happy and excited voices filtered out of the open bar. A red Ferrari raced into the parking lot and stopped. A blonde woman in a short black dress and high heels stepped out. She made her way towards the bar. A limousine pulled up behind her and a well dressed man stepped out. His hair was receding and he had blue eyes. The skin around his eyes and mouth were wrinkled from many years of laughter. He handed the driver a couple of bills and the limo pulled away. The man showed his I.D. to the bouncer.
"Go ahead," he said after checking it over.
The man walked into the bar and glanced around. People were talking loudly and excitedly over the music. They surged all around him, dancing, drinking, and having fun. He paused just inside the entrance and scanned the crowd. Another song started up as he glanced at several different things.
"INSERT MUSIC LYRICS HERE"
His eyes flickered to the couples dancing. There were couples sitting and drinking and talking. A disco ball flashed above and some more people got up and danced. He made his way down into the bar and paused near one of the tables. He watched as the bartender filled up 8 shot glasses at once. His eyes roamed down the bar and settled on one person in particular.
"INSERT MUSIC LYRICS HERE"
The man at the end of the bar held himself confidently. Tan arms were crossed and his head bobbed in time with the music. His sharp crimson eyes alert and constantly watching the crowd. His spiky tri-colored hair adding to his mysterious appearance. It was ebony with blonde streaks. The tips of his hair were tipped in crimson. He wore a plain blue t-shirt and jeans with scuffed up work boots. A girls scream caught his attention and he calmly surveyed the situation. Two girls sat at a table with what appeared to be their boyfriends.
"Bastard! What do you take me for?" the girl with short red hair asked.
The brown haired man sneered and slapped a hundred dollar bill on the table, "About a hundred bucks."
He jerked his hand away as she stuck a knife down in between his fingers. He snarled and shoved her chair out from under her with his foot. She landed on the floor with a yelp and 4 bouncers immediately surrounded the two men. The other guy, a blonde, punched one of the bouncers and the two were immediately restrained. The crimson eyed male strode calmly over to the group and gazed at them.
"I think you should go."
The brown haired guy huffed, "Hey, man, we were just having a little fun."
The man studied them and nodded once. The bouncers released the two. He turned to go back to the bar when the brown haired man lunged forward and grabbed the knife. He lunged forward and sliced the other's arm. The spiky haired guy turned and looked at his arm and then back at the other man.
"Come on, Yami. I always wanted to try and take you," he said, "I think I can do it."
"Outside."
The bouncers threw the two men outside and Yami calmly followed after. He stood in front of the bouncers and smirked.
"Come on," the guy taunted, "Whacha waiting for? Chicken?"
Yami's smirk grew and he shook his head as he turned to go back inside the bar. The two men yelled and hollered. The bouncers merely laughed at them and formed a line, preventing them from getting back into the bar. The man from the limo had followed them to the entrance to watch. Yami passed by him and he looked out past the bouncers to the two men who were still cussing up a storm. Yami walked through the crowd to a small room in the back. He closed the door and pulled out a small sewing kit. After peeling off the t-shirt carefully, he assessed the damage to his arm. It wasn't very deep, but it was still going to need stitches. He wiped some of the blood away with an alcohol swab and threaded a needle. A mirror was placed along one wall and he went over to it and proceeded to sew up his arm. The music got louder for a moment when the door opened and the old man from earlier slipped inside. Yami glanced at him and continued to sew.
"Got a moment?" he asked, "You're Yami, right?"
Yami looked up and briefly studied the other man, "I don't know you."
"My name's Jack Kenyon," Jack said, "I own a little bar down near Kansas City. Used to be a respectable club. Now it's the kind of place only the rats hang out at."
Yami appeared to be ignoring him as he kept working on his arm, but he heard every word the other man had said. His crimson eyes were intent on the wound on his arm.
"I came into a little bit of money, and I'd like to fix the place up. I need some help," Jack continued, "I need the best."
"Mahado's the best," Yami said.
Jack tilted his head and smiled, "Mahado's getting old. I want you."
Yami remained silent a moment as he finished. He cut the thread on his arm and sterilized the needle before putting it back. He wiped the blood away and turned around, "5,000 up front, 500 a night, you pay all medical expenses."
Jack gulped and nodded, "Fair enough."
Yami crossed his arms, "I leave when the job's done."
Jack reached in his jacket and pulled out a piece of paper, "I have a plan ticket for you."
Yami shook his head and replied, "I don't fly. Too dangerous."
The door opened again and a short brown haired man walked in. He glanced briefly at Jack before turning to Yami. His eyes widened slightly as they fell on the cut in Yami's arm, "Yami, you alright?"
Yami turned around and packed up the kit and threw away the bloodied items, "Just a scratch. By the way, Oscar, the Bandstands yours."
Oscar walked towards Yami slightly, "What's that supposed to mean?"
Yami sighed, "It means I'm outta here."
"Great," Oscar said sarcastically as he placed his hands on his hips.
Jack walked over to the door and opened it. Before he walked out he turned to Yami and smiled again.
"You know, I thought you'd be bigger."
Yami chuckled and shook his head in amusement.
A few hours later...
An old beat up chevy rolled to a stop in front of a parking garage and Yami cut the engine. He got out and slammed the door shut. The street was empty except for an old black man. Yami looked at the car to the keys and then at the black man. A small smile played on his lips.
"Yo."
The black man looked up and Yami tossed him the keys.
"What, do I look like a valet?" he asked.
Yami's smile grew, "Keep it."
"Huh?"
Yami walked away and the man looked at the keys and at the car, "Hmm," He stood up and got in the car and drove away.
Yami walked up several flghts of the garage and stopped in front of a covered car. He walked over and lifted the car cover. As he pulled it back, a grey Buick Skylark was revealed in pristine condition. He opened the trunk and stuffed the cover inside. He walked over to the front seat and climbed in and pulled the keys from the visor overhead. He slipped it into the ignition and started the car with a roar. With a slight smirk he pout the car in drive and peeled out of the garage, the back-up lights fading in the distance.
So there's the beginning.
I hope you all enjoy it! I'm going to try and live up to the movies reputation!
Review and tell me if you like it so far!
Jaa!
