-On the Prowl-
The club was packed, the multicolored lights bathing the dancing mass of bodies in a shower of changing colors. Fidgeting at the thought of soon joining the mass currently on the floor, Yugi swallowed the growing lump in his throat.
Yami had left him for a few minutes to put their coats in a back room behind the bar. It was only him and Yami at the club since Ryou and Malik were busy with work and well Seto and Jou were no where to be found, so it was un-telling what those two were doing, and he really didn't want to know either. Brushing a stray bang out of his face, Yugi took another look around the room, hoping that the butterflies in his stomach would settle down before Yami came back.
"Ready to join the mass?"
Hearing the silky voice, Yugi quickly turned and almost gasped. He hadn't been able to tell what Yami wore because of the long trench coat, but now that he could… 'Wow!' He was clad in low riding, hip hugging black leather that molded to those shapely hips and legs like a second skin. Going down the side of the legs there was a wide strip of chain-mail covered by thin criss-crossing leather twine.
Not being able to do much but stare and mentally drool, Yugi took in the silver studded belts that hung loosely at Yami's waist as well as the stylish sleeveless chain-mail shirt that sparkled every time the lights bounced across the metal links. He was really starting to admire that shirt since it showed a bit of Yami's delicious caramel toned chest.
"Yugi?"
Blinking at the voice, Yugi shook his head before looking up into amused crimson eyes. "… Um… sorry about that, but what did you say?"
Chuckling, Yami couldn't help but smirk at the faint blush dusting Yugi's cheeks. Taking a few steps closer to the other, he gave the smaller the look over, since Yugi's jacket had blocked his view earlier. Mentally, he praised Yugi for taking up his advice on wearing those tight indigo leather pants that he had bought him the other day, but he had to give the little one credit for the shirt he wore.
It was a leather vest that matched the pants perfectly, while black buckles with silver clasps decorated the sides of the vest. Around Yugi's neck there was a similar choker to his, but Yugi's had silver studs instead of the solitary loop and rivets that his had. Giving an admiring whistle, he winked, "You look great, Yugi."
"Y-you do too," Yugi swallowed while mentally cursing himself for stuttering, but he couldn't help but be a bit tongue-tied when it came to being alone with Yami.
"So, ya ready to dance?"
Taking another look around the crowded club, Yugi chewed his lip nervously before looking back at Yami and managing a small smile. "I guess."
"There's no need to be nervous," Yami smiled, taking Yugi's hand in his. "There's nothing to it."
"If you say so."
Nodding, Yami tightened his grip on Yugi's hand before making his way through the dancing crowd. Dodging the bodies, he came to a stop in the middle of the dance floor before turning to look down at Yugi. "See, it's not so bad."
Nodding shyly, Yugi was being wary of the others dancing around him. "I guess."
"Alright, so ya ready for your lesson?"
"What? Here in the middle of everyone? I thought you were joking," Yugi gasped, paling at the thought of messing up and making a fool out of himself.
"Don't worry," Yami smiled, waving his hands to try and calm Yugi down. "You'll do fine, dancing isn't hard."
"Easy for you to say, you can dance," Yugi muttered.
"You can too," Yami smirked. "After I'm finished with you."
"I can't do this," Yugi sighed before feeling a warm hand cupping the side of his face. Looking up into warm crimson, he fought off the blush.
"Don't count yourself out so fast," Yami smiled, caressing the cheek softly before straightening his stance and hearing a new song starting, this one with a familiar hypnotic beat.
Enjoying the touch, Yugi decided to give it a try; he didn't want to disappoint Yami anyways. "Alright, so what do you do first?"
Happy that Yugi was going to go along with it, Yami smiled. "First you have to feel the music," he smirked seeing the cute but confused look on Yugi's face. "Feel the beat, and then basically you make it your own."
"… I have no idea what you are talking about," Yugi sighed, running a hand through his hair in slight frustration.
"I'll show you," Yami smiled, stepping closer to Yugi. "Give me your hands."
Blinking, Yugi offered his hands to Yami and blushed as he felt Yami pull him closer before placing his hands on Yami's hips.
Catching the look on Yugi's face, Yami smirked before placing his hands gently on Yugi's hips to catch an adorable blush cover that cherubic face. "Ok, now when I move, you can feel the beat through me, and I'll move you as well."
'Can't breath…' Yugi gasped, his mind already reduced down to a puddle of mush that needed a good mop up. His musing was cut short though as he felt Yami move, his hands shifting to go with those hips movements, he was also surprised as Yami's hands moved him in sync with his own movements.
"See, pretty simple."
'Only because I'm like putty right about now…' Yugi sighed, but he couldn't help but get caught up in Yami's movements. His every move was fluid and flawless. Dancing with Yami would leave anyone breathless, especially if he had those warm hands resting on your hips, helping to guide you better to fit in with his routine.
Thoroughly enjoying himself, Yami smirked before bringing one of Yugi's arms to drape along his shoulder, effectively pulling the shorter closer to him while keeping both of his hands on Yugi's hips.
Yugi flushed, he couldn't believe at how close they were right now. Biting back a gasp, he felt Yami's hips brush against his before a leg wedged in between his, causing him to moan lightly.
Hearing that moan, Yami smiled. Yugi was learning fast, as he took his hands away to watch Yugi move with the beat of the music. Bringing his hands up, he gently started to caress Yugi's back while continuing to move his hips to the beat of the music.
'I've got to be dreaming…' Yugi mused, biting back another moan from another brush of their hips. 'Oh god…' he sighed blissfully, resting his forehead against the cool metal links of Yami's shirt. Inhaling the other's scent, Yugi closed his eyes. Yami smelled of exotic spice, reminding him a lot of how Yami's place had smelt.
Bringing up one of his hands, Yami cupped Yugi's chin, bringing it up so that their gazes could meet. Seeing those pliant soft, rosy lips, he had the sudden urge to claim them; the atmosphere of the club as well as Yugi's own alluring scent was strengthening that need to kiss the other.
Looking up into those eyes, Yugi couldn't help but have a flashback of the other day when he was cornered by that elusive stranger and held up in a similar position. 'Why am I even thinking about that now?'
Smiling down at Yugi, Yami couldn't hold out any longer. Leaning down to claim those lips in a gentle kiss, he was only inches away when he felt something vibrating against his hip. Torn between ignoring the thing and going on with kissing his little one, his decision was made for him as Yugi pulled away to look at him curiously.
"I think someone is calling you."
Apparently Yugi had felt the vibration also. Cursing at the rotten timing, Yami retrieved the cell and flipped up the top to see the number flashing across the display screen. 'Oh hell,' he whined, narrowing his eyes before feeling gentle hands, rubbing his arm to get his attention.
"Yami, what is it?"
Shaking his head, Yami sighed before looking back at Yugi with an apologetic gleam in his eyes. "It looks like we will have to cut our time short, I'm really sorry."
"It's alright," Yugi offered, he couldn't be sad, being that close to Yami was a dream come true. "But what's wrong, who is it?"
Sighing, Yami motioned for Yugi to follow him off the floor and into the back room as he retrieved their jackets. Slipping his own, he glared down at the phone once again. The phone was still vibrating, but he couldn't answer it right now.
"Yami?"
"It's my father."
Grumbling, Yami slammed the door behind him as he stormed into the living room to see Miw-sher sitting on the coffee table staring down at a card. Flopping down on the couch cushions, he pulled out his cell phone once again before glaring at it, muttering a few obscene words, then throwing it at the recliner across the other side of the table.
( I take it your father called. )
"Hmph, what gave it away?" Yami grumbled, glaring up at the ceiling.
( Because you always act like this when your father calls you. )
Snorting, Yami turned to find the shadowy feline looking at him with that all-knowing look on her face. "Yeah I guess so, but I swear he has the worst damn timing!"
( Hmm, so I take it that he ruined your time with Little Light. )
"Yeah he ruined it my time with… Hang on," Yami blinked, looking at the cat curiously. "Why did you just call him Little Light?"
( That my Prince, is my secret for now. )
Mock glaring at the feline, Yami sighed. Ever since he could remember, Miw-sher had called him 'Prince', never calling him Atemu or Yami. The only other name that she called him was Sphinx. Noticing the card once again, he pushed himself up into a sitting position before leaning over and picking it up. "Find out anything about this card?"
( Well the card is merely a clue. I tried to trace the shadows to see if they could identify the card, but no luck. )
"Meaning?" Yami asked with a sigh. He didn't know if he wanted anymore bad news at the moment.
( That the card is not of the realm, it is merely something conjured up by Change of Heart to show you that Viper and Jackal are searching for a key of some sort. )
"Perfect," Yami muttered falling back against the couch while tossing the card back on the table. "Why couldn't they have left me a better clue?"
( Prince, what else is bothering you? I can sense that there is something you aren't telling me. )
"Father is coming in a few days," Yami growled, glaring up at the ceiling once again. "He told me that he has business with the museum curator around here as well as meeting with Kaiba Corp."
The cat blinked its eyes before getting to its feet and leaping into Yami's lap, curling up, she gently began to knead her paws against his right thigh while purring in means to comfort.
Reaching down, Yami smiled while running his fingers against the smooth, silky fur. He knew that Miw-sher had sensed why he was angry. It was because with his father around, he wouldn't be able to see Yugi. Turning to the window, he smiled at the thought of relieving some of his pent up frustration.
( Another night on the Prowl. )
"My thoughts exactly."
Elsewhere…
"I'm going to die of udder boredom."
"Oh quit being so dramatic," Ryou chuckled, elbowing Malik lightly. "Be glad you don't have my job and having to ask 'What can I get you?'- now that is boring."
Shaking his head, Malik blew out a breath, his bangs fluttering from the wisp of air. "I guess," he shrugged before taking another glance around the video store. "So what are your plans for the rest of the night?"
"Not sure really, I was thinking about going home and finishing up some reports, but then I thought against it," Ryou sighed, leaning against he counter. "I'm not in the mood to deal with Psychology right now."
"Don't know why you ever signed up for that class in the first place," Malik smirked while opening a bag of chips and munching on a few.
"I thought it would be something to experience," Ryou smiled. "It'll come in handy when I become a Psychiatrist."
"Why do you want to become a Shrink for?" Malik asked, arching an eyebrow curiously.
"I practically am already," Ryou smirked. "You and the others always tell me your problems, the only difference is that I don't make you pay me… Hmm now there's a thought."
"Don't even!"
"Only joking," Ryou chuckled, waving his hands in a playful manner.
Rolling his eyes, Malik sighed before hearing the bell on the door jingle as someone entered the store. Straightening up, he put on a fake smile before looking at the ones that had come in to feel his mouth hit the floor. 'No Way!'
'Oh my…' Ryou stared, his jaw also hitting the floor.
Two figures stood in the lobby part of the store. The two were both lean and lithe in frame, but what caused Ryou and Malik to do a double take was the fact that these two shared an uncanny resemblance to them.
One of the figures had long spiky white hair with harsh brown eyes. He was wearing black leather pants with a silver sleeveless shirt. Around his thigh on his right leg were three silver belts while around one of his arms was a leather armband that had some of the extra twine dangling from the laces.
Malik instantly remember him as the one he had seen at the museum the other day, but he wasn't the one that he was really interested in, it was the one beside him.
The other figure had a great tan with long spiky corn silk blond hair and vivid lilac eyes. He was wearing black leather pants as well with a few chain belts swaying from his hips. He was also wearing a black leather vest with a two gold bands crossing his right bicep.
Ryou blinked, recalling this figure from the other day in the coffee shop. Looking back over to the figure that looked like him, he quickly turned to look back at Malik as a faint blush dusted his cheeks.
"What's the matter, Ryou," Malik whispered, leaning over a bit closer to his friend. "Infatuated already?"
Glaring at Malik lightly, Ryou huffed. "You're one to talk," he smirked lightly. "At least I'm not drooling."
Snapping his mouth shut, Malik stuck his tongue out at Ryou briefly before turning his attention back to the customers. He was surprised though when the two were heading toward them.
"Hello."
"… Hi," Malik managed out, seeing that Ryou was still trying to fan his blush away. "Can I help you with anything?"
"Nah, we're just new around here and when we walked by and seen you two, we just had to come in," the white haired one smirked, looking at Ryou. "The name's Bakura, by the way."
"I'm Marik."
"I'm Malik and my friend is Ryou," Malik smiled, getting over his shyness quickly while noticing Ryou offering Bakura a smile. "Nice meeting you too."
"Likewise," Marik smirked, leaning over the counter.
"Um so where are you two from?" Ryou asked softly while idly rubbing the nape of his neck.
"Egypt."
Blinking at Ryou smiled. "Really, we know someone else from Egypt. His name is Atemu Amir, do you know him?"
"Atemu, oh yeah," Marik smirked looking at Bakura.
Smirking, Bakura crossed his arms. "Sure we know him, he's our old friend."
Yugi sighed while hefting his backpack over his shoulder. For all the good had did him to come to the library and try to finish up some of his reports! All he could think about was the way that Yami had danced with him and how it looked as if Yami was going to kiss him. 'I wonder how he tastes?... Gah, don't need to think of that!'
Shaking his head, he waved to the elderly lady that had let him use the library since it was so late and it was closed. Sometimes it helped having a grandfather that was practically friends with everyone. Exiting the library, he shivered at the blast of chilly wind that swept across his face, causing him to pull his jacket around him a bit tighter.
'A nice cup of cocoa sounds good right about now,' he mumbled, shifting the backpack in another position, since one of the books was digging into his back. Looking around, Yugi couldn't help but let his mind wander back to the club and the events that had occurred only a mere 4 hours ago.
Rounding another corner though, he noticed the museum in the distance, making his mind recall that mysterious stranger that had left him with a goodnight kiss- or rather lick as it were. Thinking that over, Yugi ran a hand across the cheek, remembering the odd feeling. 'Oh great, like one crush isn't enough… Now I'm crushing on someone that I'll probably never see again in a million years.'
Running a hand down his face, Yugi jerked, hearing something to his left. Turning to look around, he blinked in seeing nothing there. Deep inside he was hoping that his stranger had come back, but as 4 figures emerged from a dark alley, he felt his stomach drop to his knees.
"Well, well, look what we have here!"
Eyeing the figures, Yugi gulped noticing a few of the various weapons that the goons had. Thinking back to the past when he was picked on, fear took over, causing him to do what he did back then. Run like hell!
"Get back here!"
"Yeah, we won't hurt ya… much!"
'Oh yeah, that really makes me to stick around,' Yugi mused, running down the road as fast as he could, the corner he nearly ran into one of the streetlamps. Leaning against the cool metal, he took in deep breaths before turning to find his pursuers coming around the corner.
Taking another gulp of air, Yugi took of running once again, making turn after turn before skidding to a stop at the wall of chain-link fence topped in barbwire. 'Wha-!' he gasped, looking at the fence then mentally cursing himself for not paying more attention to where he was going. Shaking, he slowly turned to find the 4 goons entering the alley, closing off his escape.
"Thought ya could run, eh shrimp?"
"Now why don't ya make this easy on yourself and fork over everything ya have."
"I don't h-h-have… anything," Yugi stuttered, his back pressing against the fence while keeping an eye on his assailants.
"Too bad," the lead figure sneered, taking a few steps closer to Yugi while pulling out a switchblade knife and flicking it into position.
Swallowing, Yugi eyed the knife carefully, watching the silvery surface flash under the dim lighting of the streetlamps across the alley. Adrenaline pumping from the fear, he threw caution to the wind and started to scramble up the fence. He was pretty sure he could survive the barbwire.
"Get him!"
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Please!" he called out as loud as he could, feeling a hand grab his right ankle tightly. "Let go of me!"
"Not so fast!" one of the goons chuckled, grabbing Yugi's back pack and jerking him from the fence.
Landing on the rough pavement, Yugi groaned while slowly managing to roll on his side. The books from his pack had taking the burnt of the fall, but the edges had jabbed him right in the spine. Wincing at the bruising pain, he gasped as one of the goons picked him up by the front of his shirt.
"What's ya hurry?" the figure asked, glaring into wide, fearful amethyst eyes. "The funs not even started!"
'This is going to hurt… isn't it?' he mused before having his back slam against one of the walls. Wincing, he groaned from the blow, almost leaving him breathless. 'I need help!'
A blow to his stomach brought him to his knees. Gasping for breath, Yugi keened over, barely managing to catch himself with one of his arms, since the other was wrapped around his throbbing stomach.
"What do you say boys?" one of the figure's asked, whirling his switchblade between his fingers. "Think we should carve this one a new tattoo?"
Hearing the words, Yugi's head shot up. He didn't want a tattoo, especially if it was coming from one of these 4 goons. Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself up against the wall and trembled, hoping that someone would come and help him.
"Sure, let's leave him with a little parting gift."
"Something to remember us by."
"P-p-please… n-n-no!"
"Beg all ya want, twerp, no one will help ya!"
Seeing the goon getting closer, Yugi closed his eyes and brought up his arms in a means of protection. He could hear the clinking of the switchblade getting closer and closer. Sensing the goon looming over him, he tensed, reading himself for the painful blow.
"AAAAHHHHH!"
Jerking from the loud scream, Yugi heard a thud as well as the sound of something clattering against the wall beside him. Peeking one of his eyes open, he looked over to notice the switchblade knife resting beside him. Sensing something in front of him, he slowly moved his arms away from his face to see what had happened.
With his arms out of the way, he gasped in surprise. The mysterious –yet undeniably handsome- leather clad figure from the other night was standing in front of him. His stance protective, keeping Yugi safely behind him. Looking around, Yugi noticed thatone of the goons was now on his back with his arms wrapped tightly around his bleeding chest.
Blinking, he turned his attention to notice blood dripping from those long claws on the stranger's right hand. 'He came back…'
"You have to get through me first," that same sultry, purring voice rumbled as the leather clad stranger narrowed his cat-like crimson eyes. "To get to him!"
"Your funeral!"
"We'll see."
