A/N: I saw this clip on YouTube and this pic (along with another…18…) caught my eye. So I tried to write stories for them. It wasn't too hard, They sparked my imagination, my muse is simply feeding the fire
Warning: Slight spoilers, a bad plot, a bad fic and light shounen ai. Yugi and Yami are seperate. All you need to know. They found an ancient spell, there, happy? (I know some of you aren't winks)
Summary: Yami goes for a walk and it begins to rain. Who is he found by?
Disclaimer: Definitely don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. (Seto would be in Capsule Monsers and Duke would play a bigger role.)
A Walk in the Rain
Yami graoned. Why did this always happen to him? All he wanted to do was go out for a stroll and take in the glorious sights and smells of the park.
Then it had to go and rain.
The Gods were obviously annoyed with him. Either that or Ra was upset. While he had been 'resting' he had had some interesting conversations with said God. Ra was more temperamental than people realized. That's why the weather could change so quickly. And that's why there were rainbows afterwards. It was Ra's way of apologizing.
Not that the former Pharaoh cared much, it was raining, it wasn't stopping and he was soaking. That's all that mattered to him right now.
People hurried past on the street. They were all scurrying quickly to get out of the rain; books and other objects over their heads in a vain attempt to shield themselves from the onslaught. A few wise souls had umbrellas and rain jackets.
'Lucky them' thought Yami grouchily. The wind had picked up since that afternoon and it was impossible to keep the hood of his sweater up. 'The one day that I choose to not wear my jacket it pours with rain. How typical' He scowled. He had forgotten how heavy wet cotton was. Especially cotton of this thickness. But Yami didn't hurry to get out of the rain; he was already soaked so a few more drops couldn't hurt, right? Apart from the fact that he could catch pneumonia, but that didn't enter his thoughts…So he walked along, not realizing that there were no cars on the streets (it was Sunday) nor were there any people around…save one…
Grey eyes watched with amusement as the tricoloured teen continued his leisurely pace. On the outside, he appeared relaxed and nonchalant. But if one knew the person – which he did – and had studied them closely – which he had done – one would pick up on the signs. The spiky haired kid was tired, irritable and tense.
Yami suppressed a yawn. He hadn't been sleeping well recently. He wasn't sure why, he simply – and continuously – woke up in the small hours of the morning, drenched with sweat, a scream dying in his throat. But he could never remember the dreams that caused him so much terror.
Yami continued on mindlessly, his head up in the clouds. Or more reasonably – metaphorically speaking – buried under leagues of lava in the depths of hell. The Pharaoh found a twisted sense of comfort in that. He wasn't aware of his surroundings, so it was no surprise that he continued straight when the road – and sidewalk – turned. So it did not come as a surprise when he tripped off the curb. Well, Yami was surprised. The owner of a pair of grey eyes, was not.
Yami cursed as he was rudely brought back to the (horrible, downcast, wet) present by falling into the (horrible, disgusting, wet) gutter. Well, he started to fall, but an arm, appearing out of no-where, wrapped around his waist and halted his descent.
Yami quickly righted himself and settled his feet back on the ground (and his head on his shoulders). The boy looked up to thank his rescuer, but when he saw the face, he jumped back in shock. It was a good thing that the other still had his arm around his shoulders and prevented him from falling. Again.
"Kaiba! What are you doing here?"
The brunette CEO smirked down at the teen that he held in his arms. Well, ok, so one arm and it was more like holding him up, but those were mere details. The taller teen was wearing a business suit (which probably had added to Yami's shock he reflected) and a jacket slucg carelessly over his shoulders (how it managed to stay on, Yami couldn't even begin to speculate) and most importantly, carried an umbrella.
"I should ask you that question Atemu. After all, you are currently in front of KaibaCorp, my company." Yami looked up in surprise, but sure enough, the building looming over them had the (in)famous KC logo.
"I didn't realize Domino was so small…" the younger teen muttered under his breath, but Kaiba still heard. The brunette couldn't help but smile. It widened to a grin when he realized the teen in his arm(s) was wearing only simple track pants and a hoody. Very different from his black and purple leather outfit.
"So Atemu, what are you doing outside dressed like that?"
"Yami." The CEO blinked. "My name is Yami, not Atemu."
"Oh." Was the oh so brilliant retort. Yami rolled his eyes and moved them from Kaiba's enchanting silver ones. That was when he noticed that Kaiba's arm was still around him.
"Umm…Kaiba…"
"Yeah?"
"Your arm…"
"…what about it?"
"Could you…umm…canyoumoveit?" Yami rushed. Kaiba looked his arm. Then he smirked. If Yami had seen that look – he was currently engrossed in the road – he may have run away screaming. And he would have been right. Kaiba looked dangerous. He looked ready to pounce.
Kaiba moved his arm from around Yami's shoulders back down to circle the waist. In one smooth move he had brought the Pharaoh to his body and both of Yami's arms were flat against Kaiba's shirt.
"…Kaiba?"
Kaiba just smirked. He was about to have some fun.
A/N: HA! I am so evil when I want to be! I am so leaving the rest to your imaginations. Unless I either get a brain wave or enough people (aka: 5, one really, really passionate person) bug me to continue. Or someone else wants to right the continuation. Whatever, only time will tell what happens.
