Chapter Six: Day Alone

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh

A/N: May change ratings due to fluff, so LET THE FLUFF FLY!

Yugi smiled in his sleep. In his dream, a butterfly kept landing on his lips. He didn't know why a butterfly was landing there, when there were flowers all around. But as he lay in a field of flowers, a single butterfly continued to fly and land on his lips. He'd always make a funny face to make the butterfly fly away but once he smiled, it was land again.

As his hand moved to stop the butterfly from landing on his lips again, a rumbling noise echoed throughout the field, shaking the flowers gently, the butterfly continuing its movements as if it never heard the sound. The noise continued but now there was feeling under his feelings. Soft, creamy, almost he was eating rich icing with his finger tips. The butterfly's feet were being to get rough but it didn't faze Yugi, he just went on with playing the little game with the insect.

(Yugi's POV)

Opening my eyes slowly, I squinted, trying to get my eyes adjusted to the light. It was weird, I still felt the softness from my dream, still heard the noise and the butterfly was still landing on my lips, even though I was laying on my side with my head on my pillows.

Memories of last night flooded my head as I opened my eyes again. I was petting Atem, listening to his purrs but what made a tingle down my spine, my stomach jump and heart flutter was that he was the butterfly. His rough tongue kept licking my lips. At first, I didn't want him to stop but then again, I was highly embarrassed, but my body took over and I closed my eyes again, trying to act asleep or get back to sleep.

I couldn't though, not with him licking me. I didn't know what to do except act and try to control the one thing that was screaming at me. Instead of going with my body, I willed myself to stay still, to pretend to sleep; maybe it's because I wanted him to continue.

(Atem's POV)

Something smelled good but I didn't want to open my eyes. It was too bright outside. Instead I let my tongue find it. The thing that smelled was smooth, tasty, soft, and I wanted more. I didn't know why but I needed more. I couldn't sleep it smelled and tasted that good. I started to purr as I was being petted. Fingers twitched on my side, causing my purr to be louder.

A small noise rang through the air but I didn't let it bother me. I continued licking, trying to figure out what it was I was licking, trying to determine the taste that went along with the intoxicating smell. They would tremble slightly, only causing my tongue to tremble as well. Then warmth spread everywhere, tingling my whiskers. I didn't want to open my eyes but when I did, I was very surprised to find that I was licking Yugi. His lips were still covered with his dinner last night and combined with his own taste, the two mixed into a delicious combination.

He was blushing heavily; I'm guessing that his dream changed. I tried not to think about his blush but it was a mystery to me. Once I quit licking his lips, I stretched my front legs, spreading my claws wide.

I guess I didn't know how close my claws were from his chest because I accidently dug them in, piercing his skin. He hissed in pain and moved away from me, a hand to his wounds. I stood up and walked to where he was, pressing my head against his face. I'm sorry. He just nodded and rubbed my chest. I purred and fell over, earning a laugh from him. Oh, this felt good. His hand moved from my chin, down my neck, my chest and stomach. He did this several times before removing the chocker to scratch my throat. I really couldn't breathe right but I didn't want him to stop, it just felt way too good.

(Normal POV)

Yugi sat up as he rubbed the tom, a smile on his face. Ignoring the blush, he was enjoying himself too much to even think about Atem's licking. Right now, it was all about his cat, not about the cat's tongue on his lips. What he failed to notice though was that today was a school day and he was two hours late for school.

His alarm clock never rang, his grandfather never yelled his name for breakfast and here he was, still in bed, petting his cat. Once the thought of school passed by his mind, Yugi looked at the alarm clock. "Oh, no! I'm LATE!" Scrambling out of bed, Yugi quickly got dressed, forgetting that his shirt was on backwards, his socks didn't match and his shoes were on the wrong feet. "Bye Atem, I'll be back later today!"

Atem, who just witnessed the average human boy rushing, jumped over covers and looked out the window to watch Yugi stumble and fall, standing back up and continuing his run to school.

(Atem's POV)

I knew that he was still in school, the medium told me that when she first raised me but now my curiosity peaked. What was this school? Why did he just suddenly leave? If this is what he was going to be like every morning that he's late, I might as well figure out what time he's supposed to wake up and do that job myself considering that the clock didn't.

Hoping off the bed, I followed my sense of smell to the older man that was currently downstairs, doing what, I had no idea. I didn't really pay attention when Yugi brought me to his home last night. His grandfather scuffled along the floor of whatever it was downstairs and coughed. My ears pricked at the noise. It wasn't an unhealthy sound, it was just unexpected; caused all of my fur to stand on end once I got over the initial shock.

Walking down the steps, I started my search for the older man, hoping to find him around. Of course, there he was, sitting at the counter of a small shop, reading the newspaper, just like any older person would. Quickly judging the distance between the counter and the floor, I just up and rubbed my head against his hand.

He was startled but set down his newspaper to rub my neck and back. He paid attention to little details like Yugi did, something that made me ecstatic. I didn't know his name and if I were to try to communicate with him, I might give the poor man a heart attack. And I defiantly wouldn't change forms around him, considering that I look like Yugi.

I flicked my tail and looked at the door, trying to figure out what kind of people come into a tiny shop like this. It was some sort of game shop, I knew that much but I didn't know anything of the games or even what they were called for that matter.

-.-.-

I guess I took a cat nap because when I opened my eyes again, the man was gone, several items were missing, but not enough to be called stolen but enough to send my mind into overdrive counting the items over and over again. My stomach growled and I looked at the clock that hung above the door to the personal area of the shop. I had been asleep for nearly three hours. I guess that's not really a cat nap but it did feel good to sleep again.

As my stomach growled at me, I stretched, careful not to let my claws scrape across the glass, which was not only painful to my ears but also to my claws.

"Hey kitty." Yugi's grandfather came back into the room, holding a cup of tea, ginger from the smell, and a bowl of something white. Setting down the bowl near his feet, he sat back in his chair and drank his tea.

The smell from the bowl was enticing and very welcoming. As I jumped down, the sweet scent grew stronger and stronger with every step I took. As I sniffed the contents, I was overwhelmed by the delicious liquid but the taste was incredible. Creamy, sweet, I didn't know what it was but it was very good. A hand reached down and scratched my neck again, causing me to purr in between gulps. As I licked the bottom, I could feel a grainy substance, though it was sweet, my mind began to panic. Did he mean to kill me? Is he going to kill me?

I tried to act normal as I rubbed my face against his hand, making a noise to tell him I was done with the bowl. He looked down and smiled, picking me up to hold me close and be petted. I didn't think he wants to kill me, but what did he give me? As he bent down, he walked away from the store, away from his tea, me pressed against his chest in his arms. As he set the bowl in the sink and ran water in it, I looked around. No crushed up medicine, no rat poisoning, the only thing wrong was the sugar bowl was open. I guess he saw it too because he closed it and rubbed my neck. "Sugar in milk makes it taste sweeter and it doesn't leave that nasty after taste," he said, almost as if he was reading my mind. I started purring, closing my eyes as I pressed my forehead in his chest. I could trust these two.