"Oh my god! YAMI!" I exclaimed, horrified. Yami stood frozen, his face contorted into a look of absolute shock. I was speechless as I watched the greasy butter slowly slide down his brand new leather clothes. Once Yami started to blink, he moved by lifting his hand to his chest and wiping the butter on his fingers. He stared at the butter as the lights reflected off of it. His eyes slowly transformed from a passive-aggressive attitude to anger. Clenching his fist, he stomped into the bathroom down the hall. I stayed outside anxiously and waited until he came out. He was holding some paper towels in his hand and was still roughly wiping away the butter. He had a look of disgust on the face all along. I felt a sweatdrop slide down my cheek, also feeling my stomach tighten in worry. Yami was in a bad mood, he had to be. His brand new clothes were painted with greasy movie theatre-style buttered popcorn.

Once Yami came out of the bathroom a vein was protruding from his forehead, but the effect seemed to be fading. I felt nervous and tingly as I drew closer to my Yami. Looking up at him slowly, bracing myself for his fury, it never came. When I raised my eyes to meet his face, I recognized the look of control succumbing him. He was trying hard to calm down and not cause a scene. Taking a deep breath, he shakily let it out before looking down at me. He forced a smile across his face. I could tell the act was strained, but it made me happy. I returned his smile with a broad, joyful one.

"Let's go, shall we?" He asked.

"Hai!" I smiled, jumping up slightly. I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the assigned theatre.

Once getting inside, the dim lights along the sides of the walls and the light strips down the rugged aisle illuminated the room with just enough to see the minimum of our surroundings. I could hear old popcorn kernels snapping beneath our feet In looking for where we were going to sit, I glanced quickly at some of the people we were passing by. I felt a shiver run down my spine. Overweight, greasy men whose fat sidled over the arm rests of the chair and women who were so grotesque looking that I was thankful we were in a dimly lit room. Some others looked normal but there was a group of about four bishoujos who were giggling and only came to the movie to see the cute boy who only had a small scene. I sighed heavily in both worry and despair. This was definately not the type of atmosphere I wanted on my first date with Yami.

"How about over there?" Yami asked, lifting up his hand and pointing to a seat five rows from the front-- the only part of the theatre that was not contamidated with smelly, disgusting, unwanted people. I looked up at Yami, relieved that there was one area in the dank theatre that could just be for the two of us. I felt a grin descend my lips as my eyes met his. He was no longer pissed or annoyed by the popcorn incident from only a few moments before. He seemed happy and, even if it was just wishful thinking, he seemed excited. Placing his hand around my wrist, he lightly pulled me towards the seats. I felt the light and gentle touch of Yami's slim fingers against my arm. In a sudden movement. I felt my cheeks redden and my heart pound within my chest. I thanked the room once again for being dark-- so Yami would not be able to see my flushed face.

Once we reached the seats, Yami sat down on the outside seat and got comfortable. I stood in the aisle for a moment, just looking at Yami. After several seconds, he looked back at me, confusion encompassing his face as his eyes met mine. "What is it, hikari?" I grinned softly.

"Nothing." I replied. Just looking at him in all his beauty made my heart palpitate. I saw his look of suspicion merge into a softer look. I was about to pass him and sit beside him when someone behind me forcefully pushed me foward so I stumbled and tripped. A bulbous man had brushed behind me and his extremely fat stomach caused me to lose my balance. If that were not embarrassing enough, I opened my eyes to realize I had fallen directly into Yami's waist. "Ei-yah!" I screamed, jumping back immediately, fearful that he would hurt me. Sheepishly and reluctantly, I lifted my head to look at Yami. I dreaded the anger that awaited but I had to look. Astonishingly, he was not angry at all. He was frozen stiff. Yami's whole body looked as if he had been boiled in a pot of water-- every surface of is skin was a deep shade of red.

"Sorry." The fat man grumbled behind me, his words barely able to escape his mouth through the disgusting chubbiness that encompassed his face.

"Sorry!?" The outburst came from in front of me and I jumped. Shocked, I looked at Yami. He was glaring at the man who had bumped into me. "Do you think that you can just apologize!?" My heart sank. He was not worried about me and was only concerned about the stress on him from the incident. "YOU MADE MY HIKARI FALL ONTO THE NASTY FLOOR AND ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY IS 'SORRY'!?" I looked up. Shock, amazement, startlement, surprise... none of those words came close to describe the jolt I felt at Yami's words. He did care about me. My eyes grew softer as I looked at the Yami I loved so much. He was second-to-none.

The fat man raised his eyebrows into his furrowed brow, sending my Yami a very unusual look. "Jeez, dude. I said I was sorry. No need to flip out." With that, he let out a sigh of disgust and waddled his way once again down the aisle.

"Yami..." I said fondly, planning to say something truly kawaii and loveable to cause him to embrace me into his muscular and secure hold. I had not the chance, however. Yami stood and reached out his hand, grabbing my wrist. This time, his touch was a little less gentle and a little more forceful.

"C'mon, hikari." He snapped, still angry. I could see a vein protruding from his right temple as I was dragged along. "Let's go somewhere else to watch the movie." He pulled me roughly across the theatre and we sat near the wall, next to a couple who looked a little too cozy. I sat down beside Yami and remained silent although I did glance at him momentarily to reassure myself that he was okay. He seemed like himself and, after a while, the vein on his temple faded and returned to normal. Once he did, I heard him sigh heavily beside me. "Sorry." My ears perked up and I spun to face him. I knew I was being rude to stare like I was, but I could not help it. Yami did not apologize very often. "I did not mean... to cause a scene back there." I watched him and suddenly recognized the cute blushing on his cheeks. I wanted to squeal and glomp my arms around him, screaming out sentimental endearments of love. However, I resisted. I merely squeezed closer allowing the armrest to jab into my rib and I rested my head softly on the nook of the shoulder. For once, he did not object to being so close to him. He did not growl or shove me or make 'subtle' annoying noises like clearing his throat or drumming his fingers or shaking his arm like Jell-O. He let me stay by him and, for one moment, as I closed my eyes, I felt peaceful.

Unfortunately, fate did not have a live-and-let-live plan for Yami and I that night. As soon as the lights dimmed, I felt Yami's body become alert as he avidly paid attention to the huge screen. The speakers were right by us and loud heavy metal music blared out of the monsturous things, loud enough to make my ears scream. The noise hurt me but seemed to have little effect on my pharaoh. Just when I was about to get comfortable and recognize my cruel fate as this being my date with Yami, the too cozy couple started exchanging saliva.

Right.

Beside.

Me.

It might not have been so bad if the man's aim was not so horrible that he hit me on the nose instead of around the skinny girlfriend's back. Or the fact that there was incessant slurping and murmurs of "Mmmh!" and "Uh-huh!" Shaken and thoroughly disturbed, I tried to inch closer to Yami-- but the pharaoh was paying too much attention to notice me in excruciatingly uncomfortable pain and agony. I tried desperately to ignore the slurping beside me and tried to concentrate all my attention on the screen as the previews went by. I finally had enough when the man's hand jabbed me in the stomach. I pushed his hand roughly away and it was then that Yami noticed I was getting bothered. Glancing over at me, he whispered, "Psst! Hikari!"

"They keep hitting me." I complained in a low voice.

"Oi!" Yami shouted, shocking me and causing me to jump briefly in my seat. He was not talking to me, however. Leaning over me he put his hand on the man's shoulder and gave him a swift shove. This action interrupted the couple's kissing. The man glared over the girl's shoulder to look at yami and tell him off-- but that was before he met the pharaoh's eyes. Letting out a brief, "Hiiii!" He jumped back. I glanced up at Yami and realized why. Yami looked extremely vicious, more so than he had looked before, even when Kaiba had teased him and thrown mud at him in school.

"My hikari," he hissed dangerously at the couple who watched him fearfully. "You're hurting him! Stop slobbering all over each other and distracting us from the movie!" Some people in the theatre clapped while others hissed at Yami's outburst. The couple got up and moved away. With a defiant 'hmmph', he sat back down in his seat. I looked at him with a new-found respect.

"Yami..." I said quietly.

"Shh." Yami snapped. "The movie's about to start." So it was, because the opening credits were beginning. I was not affected by his snapping. I was proud of my pharaoh. For the second time that night, he had stood up for me.

Smiling, I snuggled momentarily against him. "Arigatou." I said quietly.

About a half an hour into the movie, I was beginning to feel much more relaxed about being with Yami. My heart was not pounding as much through anxiety. I was starting to relax and become much more at ease, although that did not necessarily mean that I was paying attention to the movie either. My mind was more focused on Yami. I kept glancing out of the corner of my eye. It was then that I noticed his arm was leisurely placed along the armrest. My heart skipped a beat then pounded loudly within my ears, seeming to drown out the noise of the movie. Slowly, I raised my hand to place it over Yami's. When I was only two inches from his hand, I smelled something nautious; something that smelled like rotten eggs and seaweed. I wrinkled my nose and resisted the urge to gag. I heard a snort and giggle from infront of me and I realized, with great horror, that I was smelling the man's flatulence. Glancing over at Yami, I saw his vein pulsating again.

"Oh, no." I moaned.