Man, it's a pain in the butt to write a chapter for this story! At least it pays off though, eight reviews for the first chapter! (does a little dance) I'm sorry to say Yami and Yugi don't meet just yet. I think, either next chapter or the one after they will. I don't own Yugioh.
Sonya got up and was getting ready for work.
After some make-up, she put on her red shirt with black vest, and dark dress pants. Her hair was pulled up into a pony tail, and she wore high heels.
The last thing she put on was a thin, golden necklace with a small pyramid pendant. On it was the eye of Wdjat in the center. The pupil was a small diamond.
Yugi had given it to her on her a year before he ran off on her birthday.
"Time to serve my adoring public," she sighed.
Grandpa was at the counter in the shop, cleaning up the glass counter, while humming a tune.
"See you after work grandpa," she said giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
"Have a good day at work, Sonya!"
She never dreaded going to work, actually. It was her save haven away from the world... and the losses.
Not to mention all the variety of people coming in.
Everyone was unique, and had a story.
Some would tell her their problems, but most would keep to themselves.
You never really knew who you were gonna serve. From a family of twelve, to a couple that's been together for sixty years and still going strong.
"Hello, my child," the owner greeted. "Get over to table five, alright?"
"Sure thing, Dartz," Sonya replied getting her notepad.
He was also the founder of the diner which was named DOMA Diner. He along with Rafael, Valon, and Alister, his most trusted employees, worked their butts off to make the diner the most popular place to eat in all of Domino City.
Dartz always gave her the willies. He was just plain creepy, and had a weird aurora around him.
Going over to the table without looking at the person at the table, Sonya greeted, "Hello, may I take your order?"
She didn't get a response and finally looked at the customer with a gasp.
'He looks like... Yugi!' she exclaimed in her mind. 'But different.'
This guy looked like Yugi, except for some slight differences. For one, he had more blond bangs, next he had tan skin. Also, he was was more mature looking, and taking a glance, she noticed he had crimson red eyes.
He looked concentrated on what he was writing in a little notebook.
"Sir, would you like to order?" she asked politely.
"Can you get me a burger and a Sprite?" he asked never taking his eyes off his work.
"Sure thing," she replied. "Cheese or no?"
"Cheese."
"I'll be back with your order soon," she said bowing slightly.
"Thank you," he replied never even glancing at her.
As she walked off, Sonya thought, 'What a mysterious guy.'
When she came back with his order, he simply nodded a thanks, and continued to write.
From afar Sonya would watch the strange look-alike.
When came a third time, she picked up the now empty plate and left the bill.
"Have a nice day, sir," she said walking off.
She could hear his deep, charming voice reply, "You too."
Coming back to clean up the table, she found a note addressing her with one word.
'Red.'
It was folded up neatly, and when she opened it, there was a nice tip of fifty dollars.
Sonya smiled at the kind gesture, putting the money into her pocket after kissing it.
'I guess my new nickname is Red,' she thought.
This went on for the next year.
Each day the mysterious crimson eyed man would come in, sit at table five, and order a burger while writing in his small notepad with a black ballpoint pen.
Sonya grew more and more curious about him each day. She was also surprised she would always get his table to wait on.
She was especially surprised her tip stayed at a constant fifty dollars.
Today would be different from the rest, though. Something in the air told Sonya that.
Going up to the young adult, Sonya was surprised that he wasn't writing as he usually was, but staring out the window in a kind of spell.
'He's daydreaming,' she thought. 'Should I interrupt him?'
"Excuse me, sir," she said getting his attention. "Would you like to get the usual?"
Those piercing eyes felt like they were looking through her soul.
"No," he replied. "I could go for some alcohol, though."
'Really?' she thought.
"Whine or beer?" she asked with a smile.
"What would you get?" he asked.
"Well I barely drink," she told him. "But when I do, it's a white, sweet whine."
"Mmm, that sounds pretty good," he commented. "But I prefer red whine, Red."
She could help but laugh a bit at his goofy grin. "One red whine coming up."
"No, one red and one white," he corrected.
Sonya raised an eyebrow, but didn't question it.
"Alright, sir," she answered.
Getting the whine ready, Sonya kept her eye on the mysterious man.
'He never seemed like one to drink,' she thought. 'I wonder why he's not writing on that notepad of his.'
She brought over the alcoholic drink to the crimson eyed one, who gave her a small smile.
"Thanks, Red."
"No problem, sir," she replied turning around to leave.
"Where are you going?" the man asked suddenly. "You're not gonna abandon the drink I got you, right Red?"
This made Sonya stop in mid-step.
'What!'
"Huh?" she asked turning to him.
"I'd like to get to know you better," he explained. "As a friend, Red."
"But I have to work," she protested.
"Only for a little while," he promised. "Then you can go back and blame me for your absence."
He was no Yugi, but he did have that same charm.
"Only for a little while," she told him.
The man smiled at her and said, "Here's your drink."
'He got the white whine for me?' she thought in awe. 'What a nice guy.'
"By the way, the name's Atemu Millennium, but I prefer the name Yami," he introduced when Sonya sat down.
"Millennium?" she repeated. "That's a weird name like..."
"You okay Red?" Yami asked seeing her space out.
"Is your father... is he... a policeman?" she asked.
"Yeah, but he's gonna retire soon," Yami told her. "How did you know?"
"It's a long story," she told him.
"I've got the time... umm."
"Oh yeah," Sonya forgot. "My name's Sonya Mouto, but I prefer the name Red."
Yami smirked when she gave him a sly smile.
"Alright then, Red," he said. "Nice to finally get to meet you."
"Likewise," she replied. "Anyways, the reason I know your father is because he rescued me and my brother, Yugi, a long time ago."
"Rescued?"
So Sonya explained to Yami about all the things that had happened in her life so far, and how his father helped them find her grandfather.
"That must've been awful knowing you can't even trust your own family," Yami said sympathetically. "Is your brother doing alright for himself now?"
"I wish I'd know," Sonya told him. "Yugi ran away from home about two years ago, because of me," she said frowning. "I wish I could see those big amethyst eyes and bright smile again."
Yami put a hand on her shoulder and said, "It wasn't your fault. Things just happen."
"But if I never commented don his relationship, he would've never run away," she mumbled.
"I have a feeling you two will meet again," he assured. "You just need a little hope."
Sonya smiled at him and asked, "So what's your story?"
"Hmm?"
"I haven't seen you in Domino before, until this year" she commented. "Any reason why you came by?"
Yami took a sip of the strong, red liquid and replied, "I wish to become famous."
"Famous?" Sonya asked. "How so?"
Yami shrugged and answered, "Perhaps as an actor, or a musician."
"If you don't mind me asking," Sonya said timidly. "What do you write in that notebook of yours? Lyrics?"
Yami nodded and added, "Rehearsal times, lyrics, and planning of events. Currently I'm working out on Broadway."
"Oh, that must be very exciting," Sonya said. "Are you the star of the show?"
Yami snorted and replied, "I wish."
"Well you've got to remember in show business, it's a long road to fame," she reminded him. "I'm sure you'll get your big break someday."
"I wish I could," Yami sighed. "There is this one guy who has seen what I can do."
"And?" she asks hopefully.
"He said I needed a partner," Yami explained. "A singing partner, and an acting buddy."
"How about the people on the Broadway shows with you?" Sonya asked.
"A bunch of pricks," Yami growled. "They're just mad no one noticed them, so they decided if they can't make it in the big league, neither can I."
"That's awful," Sonya said. "I wish there was some way I could help."
Yami was struck with an idea when she said that.
"Hey, you used to sing with your brother a lot, right Red?" Yami asked.
Sonya's eyes grew as she held up her hands defensively. "Oh no, Mr.Millennium. I'm not singing with you!"
"Call me Yami," he told her. "And please help me out!"
"Yami..."
"Please!!"
"Yami I'm not good at singing if it involves someone's dream on the line," she told him. "What if I make you look bad."
"First I have to hear you sing," Yami said. "Then I'll decide."
"So I'm suppose to sing to you now?" she asked. "At work, in front of all these people?"
Yami took out his notepad and scribbled down some things. "Here, this is where my apartment is."
"What!?" she cried out. "You want me to go to your house, so I can sing to you?"
"Come on," Yami said with a smirk. "You know you want to."
"Fine, I'll be there once work is over," Sonya said with a defeated sigh.
"Great," Yami said handing over some money to her. "This'll pay off for the whine. Oh, and here's your tip."
This time, it was a sixty.
"Yami," she said giving him back the tip. "You shouldn't give me this much. I'm not that good of a waitress."
He smiled and put it back to her hands. "But you are that good of a waitress and friend."
With that being said, the strange man got up and left.
"Why do I always have to meet up with the weirdest people?" Sonya asked herself looking at the address.
---
Driving over to the apartment, Sonya was amazed at how clean and beautiful it was.
Nice red carpets were placed in the halls, making you feel like a big Hollywood movie star. The walls were a clean, smooth white color, and filled up with a variety of pictures.
'Room 416,' she said scanning through all the golden numbers on the rows of doors.
When she found it, she did a last minute touch-up of her hair and clothes, before she knocked on the door gently.
Yami opened it up, and had a delighted smile on his face.
"Glad you decided to come," he greeted.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Not wanting to sing, I suppose."
Looking around, she couldn't say she was as impressed with his home, as she was the whole building.
Papers were scattered everywhere, the trash can was overflown with crumpled up pieces of paper and soda cans, and dust bunnies were found in every corner.
"Nice apartment," she told him.
"Just to let you know, messy rooms are a sign of smarts," Yami informed her.
"Well you must be a all knowing," she commented with a sly smile of her own.
"Funny, Red," he remarked. "Simply hilarious."
"So what are all these papers," she asked picking one up. "Scripts?"
"One of the many hundreds of papers for that particular play," Yami told her.
"Ever hear of recycling?" she asked.
"I can't just throw away my life's," Yami explained. "I worked hard to get where I am today."
"How old are you anyways?"
"I happen to be nineteen," Yami told her. "I'm doing pretty for myself so far, huh?"
"Well, I happen to be twenty-two, and I'm more than impressed from your accomplishments."
"Thanks, Red," he said.
"No problem, Yami," she replied with a smile. "So, when do I get to show off my vocals?"
"Right now," Yami told her pulling up a wooden chair from the kitchen for her.
"Go ahead and sing whatever you want," he insisted. "As long as you sing something."
"Alright," she said think for a few seconds before starting.
It must have been cold there in my shadow,
to never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that's your way.
You always walked a step behind.
So I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.
Did you ever know that you're my hero,
and everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings.
Nerves took over as she stopped singing.
"So what do you think?" she asked blushing.
Yami looked her in the eyes and smiled.
"I think we can make this work," he said.
"Really?" she asked. "I was okay?"
"You were better than okay," Yami told her. "You're perfect for the part!"
"So what song do you thing we should sing?" she asked. "That is pretty important, too."
"For the audition, we'll be singing this," he said handing her a paper.
"'You're the One That I Want,' from the movie Grease," she said frowning. "Super."
"Kinda fitting, huh Red?" Yami remarked with a smirk.
"How... ironic."
"You show learn your lyrics really quick," Yami advised. "We're going on Friday."
"But today is Tuesday!" she exclaimed. "How do you expect me to learn a song, with work and... and-"
"I believe in you, Red," he told her. "I just want you to do the same."
Sonya sighed and said, "Alright, I'll try. I'll see you later then, right?"
"Same time and place at the diner," he told her. "Thanks for visiting."
"No problem," she said with a smile. "I'll be working on the lyrics now."
"Red, thanks for your help," he said before she left. "It means a lot to me."
"No problem Yami."
"I wish your brother could see how kind hearted you are," he added. "Then he might have stayed."
"That means a lot Yami," she told him. "I wish he could have met you, too."
Yami nodded and helped her out the door.
'Yugi would be much better off with someone like you,' she thought. 'What am I saying? Yami isn't gay... right?'
---
When Friday came by, Sonya knew all of her lyrics, and she did her best not to goof up and ruin Yami's chances of becoming someone.
"I think it went alright," Sonya told him. "How about you?"
"Okay, but not the best," Yami sighed. "I should have put more into it."
"Don't beat yourself up over this little audition," she advised. "There will be plenty more in the future."
"I guess so," he said. "But this is like my tenth one this year!"
It was only the beginning of February, too.
Sonya walked along side Yami, heading over to the diner to, hopefully, cheer him up a bit.
"You know, Yami," she said sitting down at table five with him. "I have a friend who might be able to help you out, if this doesn't work out."
This caught the spiky haired, struggling actor's attention. "Who?"
"Well, she was my brother's childhood friend, and we still stay in contact occasionally during holidays, birthdays, and things like that," Sonya explained. "She has a good name in show business."
Yami shrugged and said, "Thanks for the offer, Red. I might take you upon it."
"So when do the results come in?" she asked.
"Probably later today, or tomorrow," Yami answered. "Red, I wanted to say thanks for helping me out."
"No problem," Sonya told him. "Anything for a friend."
Yami smiled back, and then a ringing was heard.
"That's probably them," he told her.
"That was quick."
Picking the black cingular razor phone, Yami answered, "Hello, Yami Millennium here."
After a few nods, 'yeps,' and 'thanks anyways,' he hung up the phone.
"So when can I meet your friend?" he asked without emotion.
"Why didn't they like you?" she demanded. "You were one of the... no THE best one there."
"Apparently not," Yami said coolly. "I guess someone just beat me to the punch."
"Oh, I'm sorry Yami," she said putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure that Anzu could help out, though."
"Anzu?" he asked. "The Anzu Misaki?!"
Sonya just nodded her head. "You heard of her."
"Red!"he cried out. "Everyone knows about that famous diva!"
"Sorry, I don't watch all that much TV," Sonya told him trying to hush him. "She doesn't really brag about it, either."
"I can't believe you're friends with her!" he exclaimed. "She could be the ticket to my big break!"
"Well, that was certainly a confidence boost," Sonya mumbled to herself.
"Call her now," Yami told her shoving his cell phone in her face. "Please, Red!"
"Alright, alright," she told him taking out her own phone. "Don't get so demanding."
She had Anzu's number in her address book, and waited for the famous star to answer.
"She might not pick up," Sonya informed the antsy man next to her.
Right after she said that, Anzu picked up.
"Sonya?" a sweet, surprised voice asked. "Is that you?"
"Hey Anzu, what's up," she whispered getting up to leave the diner. "Hang on a second, would you?"
"No problem."
Once outside, Sonya's voice grew louder. "I'm glad you picked up."
"Yeah, I was shocked to see you calling," Anzu told her. "What's up?"
"Listen, I have this friend, Yami," she explained, "who wants to make a name for himself."
There was silence before Anzu asked, "Does he have experience?"
"Yeah, some Broadway stuff," she replied. "He does a bunch of stuff. Singing, dancing, acting."
"Hmm, what's he look like?" Anzu asked innocently.
"You know, to tell you the truth," Sonya answered. "A lot like Yugi, only Egyptian and less innocent looking."
"A Yugi look-alike!" Anzu cried out. "Maybe he is Yugi!"
"No," Sonya said sadly. "Yami Millennium is nothing like Yugi Mouto."
Yami, who has quietly gotten out of the diner and followed Sonya, frowned.
'She must really miss him,' he thought. 'I wish I could help some way.'
"I'm sure he'll show up one day," Anzu assured. "I just wish we could see him again."
"Yeah," Sonya said sadly before going back on the topic of Yami. "So can you help him out? He's really nice, laid back, and a good person."
There was a silence so thick, that Yami could hear his very heart beating.
"Thanks Anzu," Sonya finally said with a smile. "When can we meet you?"
"YES!"
Sonya yelped at the sound of Yami's victory cry and turned to him.
"What was that again, Anzu?" Sonya asked trying to catch her breath. "Alright, I think he'll be free then. Thanks again."
"No problem, Sun," Anzu replied. "I'm glad to be able to help out with something."
"Thanks again, bye."
"Bye."
As soon as she hung up the phone, Yami grabbed her into a bone crushing hug and twirled her around.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he chanted over and over. "My big break has finally come!"
"Glad... I... could... help," she managed to choke out. "Can you... let go... now?"
"Sorry," Yami apologized letting her go. "I just can't believe this is finally happening!"
Sonya just smiled at him. "Well, it's the least I could do."
"What do you mean?" Yami asked. "You've helped me so much, I have no idea how I can ever repay you."
"Just promise that we'll stay friends," she said holding her hand out.
"Agreed," Yami answered shaking her hand.
'I want to help you so much more, though,' he thought. 'When I'm famous, I'll do whatever I can to help find Yugi.'
"So, when do we go meet Miss.Misaki?" he finally asked.
"Three day from now," she replied. "That okay with you."
"Perfect," he answered. "Can you come, too?"
"I think I can squeeze it in," she told him.
"Great, I'll see you then, Red."
"See you then," Sonya said walking off.
Yami watched her go, until she was nothing more then a distant shadow.
'Whenever you are, Yugi, I hope you're alright,' he thought going off into darkness of the night.
That's all I could muster up for now. It's kinda hard to make such long chapters, so you all have to be patient, okay? While you wait, feel free to review so you can either praise or scold me for whatever reason. Ten reviews would make me extremely happy, and perhaps speed me up. Until then, I'll be working on the next chapter. P.S. Suggestions for a title are much appreciated!
