Yuki: Okay, If you read my poem, you will know it is YYxY and one-sided YYxA (Anzu).
Yugi: There will be many poems, a lot of which Yuki has writen recently.
Yami: Okay here we go
June 8
It was my birthday a few days ago, but I'm finally started to write in the journal Yami gave me. I like it a lot. He hasn't really been able to hang out with me much because he has Anzu as a girlfriend. I mean... she doesn't really let anyone get close to Mou hitori no boku at all. And Jounouchi calls me possessive sometimes. School ended on my birthday, HOORAY!!! How could I get a better birthday present... other that my journal. Well, guess it's time to go help Jii-chan in the game shop... but not before I write this down. It's a poem I thought of on my birthday:
Empty
Why do I cry
At night, no one around
In empty streets
No one hears a sound
Why do I walk
In empty galleries
Empty, barren
Me, no one sees
Why am I angry
And full of sorrow
Empty of happiness
No hope for tomorrow
Why ami I dying
No care for me
You do not love me
My heart, empty
Empty streets
Galleries empty
Sadness only in
My heart that's on empty
(End journal Entry)
Yugi closed his journal and went downstairs to help his Jii-chan in the Kame Game Shop. It was one of the few days that Yami wasn't going out with Anzu, so he wanted to make the time last. But by the time he got to the shop, Jii-chan didn't need anymore help, so he was able to be with Yami for a little bit. 'Hmm... I wonder where he is.' He found him in the living room, but he was surprised at what he saw... in good terms of the word
There Yami was, no shirt upon his godlike body, revealing the well toned muscles and abs. There he was, wantonly watching TV, yet looking as though he was perfecting the art of watching it. Well... at least to Yugi, that's what it looked like. Yugi leaned against the doorframe and his eyes went further south. He blushed profusely atwhat he was gazing at. Yami's pants were his leather ones and they had slipped down to where you could see the edge of the... 'forbidden' area. He started panting slightly. Yugi was disturbed from his dream gazing by the object of his present affection.
"Aibou, daijoubu ka? You look kind of flushed." The little hikari just realized that he had been staring at his darkness.
"Iie, daijoubu... I was just kind of tired so I was just trying to catch my breath a little."
"Okay... wanna sit down, hikari?"
"H-hai." Yugi came around and sat down on the couch. Next to his yami. Suddenly, his pants seemed a little tighter than usual, so he inched his hips back a little.
In the head of Mou hitori no Yugi, Yami was thinking about how distant he had gotten from his hikari. Sure Anzu was pretty, friendly, and popular... but it didn't seem worth giving up his precious hikari. He looked out of the corner of his eye to see his pretty little hikari. His gaze fell mostly on the cherubic face with amethyst eyes, pure and innocent unlike Anzu's harsh and possessive sapphire, the hikari's rosy plush lips at far out shined the glossy yet hard lips of his girlfriends. Just the thought of those lips... how soft they would be... how soft for him to take.
Yami snapped out of his stupor and mentally hit himself. 'I'm straight dammit! I just have to concentrate on getting closer to Yugi, not... what I was just thinking about!'
"Aibou?"
"Hmm?"
"How about we do something together today, just the two of us hanging out at the arcade or something?" Yami blushed lightly at the fact of how that sentence must've sounded so stupid.
"Sure, Yami." 'I guess he cares about me still.'
"Okay," he stood up, "I just have to get ready. Do you want to go now or later?" 'Why didn't I ask that in the first place?'
"Hmm, let's just go right now."
"Okay," Yami made his way to the stairs, "I'll be down in 10 minutes."
"All right, Yami." 'Yes, now I get him all to myself for one day.'
Yuki: OK that's what I have. Sorry if it sucked.
Yami: Constructive criticism is welcome. (looks at constant flamers) You hear me?! CONSTRUCTIVE!!!
Yugi: Review and she'll update sooner (whispers) cuz, she's got a week off school