Here is a new oneshot I thought of while I was working. Enjoy
Disclaimer, I do not own Yugioh, only the plot bunny.
Atemu yawned as he stirred, sitting up as he stretched his arms up high, hearing a satisfying crack. Running a hand over his face then through his hair he turned to the side of the bed that Yami slept in. He smiled, setting a hand on his cheek and caressing the skin until he awoke. Chuckling as Yami looked around in a daze, as he always did when he woke up. Atemu pulled Yami up and onto his lap, hand running down his back as the other woke with little protest but much squirming. Atemu laughed, grinning and pecking his nose. "Morning love." He said soft, earning a blush and a half-hearted slap to the arm. Chuckling he pecked his cheek then let Yami get up. Grinning, he stood and patted the round tush of his lover before grabbing his clothes and heading to the shower, ignoring the protests Yami gave.
Atemu hummed as he washed, making sure he scrubbed his hair well. He hated if his hair was dirty, it didn't stand up as good nor looked as shiney. His pride was his hair, mainly because he knows Yami liked to run his hands through it, and if it was really soft Yami would hum and though it was a little embarrassing, Atemu would actually start purring. Only Yami knew of this though. And Atemu didn't really mind as long as Yami was happy.
Today was a big day. Today he would propose to Yami. And finally they wouldn't just be living together, they would be engaged to be married! With a lovesick grin, Atemu got out of the shower, dried off, and got dressed, then messed with his hair until it was perfect. Satisfied, he went and got the small box from their room, pocketed it, and went to the kitchen to eat with Yami before the other showered and they left for their date. Every moment with Yami he cherished. He didn't know what he would do if Yami wasn't there. He shook the thought from his head and kissed Yami's forehead, smiling as the other blushed. He chuckled as Yami retaliated with a small bit of tickling, then the two set to eating the meal Yami made. The two would tease each other as they ate, and would stop to kiss too, so it took a little longer to finish their food. However when they did Yami went up to shower and dress, and Atemu made sure they had what they need for their date. He couldn't wait to pop the question!
Yami came down and spotted the goofy grin, but only got a "Later" when he asked about it. shrugging, he and Atemu walked out the door hand in hand. Atemu would bring Yami's hand up during the walk to the diner he'd picked out. It was within easy walking distance but still a little far. Neither minded, it just meant time together. And they liked the exercise too. Atemu chatted with Yami about what they would do, how they slept, what they wanted for holidays. at one point they let go of eachother and strolled along side by side. Neither saw the car going out of control. But Atemu knew, and turned at the second the car passed over the hill. However he was still talking. Turning he saw his body continuing on with Yami, right in front of the car. He watched himself try to save Yami, only to have Yami shove him instead.
Atemu slammed up in bed, panting heavily. 'No.' He thought, hand clutching the fabric of his pajama shirt he wore, right over his heart. It hurt his heart to think about that, about the accident that took the love of his life. Shaking his head hard, he choked on a sob before he curled up and cried. 'Why? Why on this day of all days?' He thought, hugging his knees tightly, missing Yami's arm around him, comforting when he was down, warm and inviting. He wanted it but it would never be.
It took a while to calm down, but when he did, he did the usual morning routine of shower, dress, eat something, then sit on the couch. Well, actually he didn't sit down, he made himself presentable to go out, and grabbed the car keys. He sighed, looking down then walked out. He never walked, and drove with the utmost care and precaution. The despair of losing Yami was so bad that he didn't want to do that to anyone else. He didn't want to put anyone else through that.
In the car, Atemu drove down to the flower shop, and once he walked in he waved to Jaden and Yusei. The younger, Jaden, waved and brushed his hands off, walking to the counter as Atemu walked over. He knew exactly what Atemu wanted, the same thing he came to get on every holiday, and he never missed coming on this day. He always bought two amethyst poppies, store bred too, and the two always made sure to bred the best for him. he bought the two again, not even having to say a word, but instead he got another flower, a yellow daffodil, that Jaden said was his and Yusei's to Yami, even if they never met him. Atemu managed a small smile and thanked him, telling him to thank Yusei for him before taking off again for the cemetery.
Once there, he walked to Yami's headstone, tears already welling in his eyes. Wiping the tears away he set the flowers down on his headstone then sat down, talking to Yami about his day, how he was doing, that his friends at the flower shop were helping him to heal. He cried to, because today was the day Yami died, the day Atemu would propose, the day his world shattered.
Atemu sat up, eyes wide and panting hard, looking around wildly. 'Please not another dream!' He thought, and the hand on his side startled him. He looked down, wide eyed, and sighed, laying down and clutching Yami tight to his chest. 'That's right, he was hit but the hospital saved him. Yami is safe and sound.' He thought, tears staining Yami's pajama top. Yami said soft words, cooing to him to help calm him back down.
"Please make the dreams stop.." Atemu murmured, as once again he woke to a world with Yami dead. And as that one played out he woke to one with Yami comforting him. The loop was endless, and he didn't know what was real anymore. Was Yami his husband? Were they teenagers? Was Yami dead? Did that flower shop exist? Did Yami ever exist? Was he even real?
Well, from another perspective was Yami, sitting at Atemu's bedside. There had been a car accident, and Atemu saved him by shoving him to safety, but left Atemu vulnerable. He'd been hit and was now in a coma, and it had been a few years but he was still alive. But was this really living when he had to be tube fed? Yami shook his head, kissing Atemu's head as he left for the night. The cause of the bad dreams. But when Yami was there, the good dreams where Yami existed played out. Turn's out Yami plays a bigger part in Atemu's life than either knew, because the longer Yami stayed the closer to actually awakening from the coma Atemu was, but because he left to go to sleep at night, Atemu only sunk back into the deep sleep his mind had forced him into. On different holidays too a certain florist named Yusei, and his apprentice Jaden, would stop by with flowers for Atemu. Crimson poppies, Yami had said once, were Atemu's favourite, so they always made sure the reddest poppies that they bred themselves looked crimson, and made a small bouquet for Yami. The poppies, and a few yellow daffodils.
And on Atemu's hand was the ring he was going to present to Yami, as Yami had accepted, and put the rings on them both.
Hehe, no hate please.
