Just like on Tuesday morning, Yami was woken up from the sound of Nami Tamaki's Realize blaring from the nightstand right next to his bed. The only difference was that this time he didn't even bother to look in the general direction of his phone. He knew why Anzu was calling him and he didn't want to talk to her. It was too soon and Yami didn't trust himself not to get caught up in the emotions from the aftermath of it all.
His heart still contorted in pain as he remembered her expression when he said the words that had been past due to leave his mouth. I'm sorry, Anzu, but I've found someone that I love more than you. Those words had slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them. Anzu had called him to lament over Yugi, to ask how he was, and he hadn't minded until she had reached out to run her fingers through his hair just like Marik had done earlier that night. She hadn't even meant it in a romantic way, he knew that, but he had been overcome with the need to tell her those words.
They had agreed to be friends in the end, as if that meant something, but Yami had still been able to see the pain that pooled in her eyes and it pained him. No matter what happened between them, what had happened because of what they had done together, Yami never been able to hate her, just like he knew Yugi couldn't either. It was because he couldn't bring himself to think badly of her that he knew if he talked to her before he had talked to Marik – and more importantly apologize for leaving their date suddenly – that he'd end up comforting her and possibly finding his way into her bed again. Yami couldn't let that happen, not again. He couldn't stand the thought of hurting Yugi any more than he already had, and he would be damned if he did the same thing to Marik.
"I should text him and apologize." Yami murmured into the silence of his room. A glance at the digital clock on his nightstand, near his phone, helped Yami decide that was a bad idea. It was only a little past five in the morning and he knew better than to call the blonde so early. He'd just text him after breakfast before school, especially since he wouldn't be able to see him today in the dojo. Yami had decided the moment he had lied down in bed the night before that he wouldn't be going to school and he still didn't feel much like it.
Should I let Yugi know? He was certain his twin would appreciate being told in advance if he needed to take extra notes for him, or at least to be aware to take notes in all the classes that they shared, even if he wouldn't be happy his older brother would be skipping class again.
Yami waited until he could hear his twin moving around in the room next to his before he pushed the sheets off him. He didn't even bother to grab a shirt, the thought of looking decent and not approaching his brother in just his boxer the last thing on his mind. The only thing he could think about was how he had a reason to reach out to his little Yugi and have his other half even look his way again. I wonder if she's called him and told him what I said yet. Yami thought as he reached up and knocked on Yugi's door. He was certain that Anzu still called him. Or should I be the one to?
His thoughts were cut short when Yugi, still looking half asleep, opened his door and stared up at him. There wasn't a hint of the frost Yugi usually regarded him with in his brilliant purple eyes or in his doll like face and Yami could feel his heart jump into his throat. The only expression on Yugi's face was one of confusion, but Yami was too happy to have his brother's gaze on him to care that they had grown distant enough that Yugi didn't know his changed sleeping schedule.
"What is it, onii-san?" Yugi asked, raising a hand to tiredly rub at his eyes.
"I was wondering if you could take notes for me today, otouto." Yami said and smiled, almost sheepishly, when Yugi's eyes gained enough clarity to narrow at him. "I'm not feeling well, so I'm going to stay home."
"I see." Yugi murmured, looking Yami up and down and the older of the two twins couldn't help but fidget. It was horribly obvious that Yugi was displeased with what he had told him. "I guess I could, but you're going to school on Friday, onii-san."
Yami nodded, his smile widening even though the formality Yugi spoke to him with almost broke his heart. This is still the most he's talked to me for a while now. "Thank you, otouto. I'll make it up to you, okay?"
"Have pizza ready for us tonight and I'll consider us even. Grandpa told me yesterday that he'll be working late tonight."
To say that Yami was shocked at Yugi's words would have been an understatement. For a moment he could only stare at the shorter teen before his smile widened to the point that Yami was afraid his face would split in half. "All cheese like usual?" Even though all Yugi did was nod and finally close his door, Yami was certain that nothing at all would be able to ruin his day. Even if Yugi decided that what he did was too horrible to forgive him for after they spent the night together eating pizza, as they used to always do, Yami thought that would be all right. Whatever his Yugi decided to give him that night would be good enough for him and he would eagerly take it.
The smile didn't fade from his lips even when he returned to his room. All Yami could think about was how wonderful it would be to spend some time with Yugi and how he had talked to him after so long. "I have to do something for him." Yami whispered to himself, tilting his head back to look up at his ceiling fan as he leaned against his door. He would need to think of something to do for Marik, too. But what, exactly, could he do?
Being alone in their big house that morning eventually gave Yami some ideas. Between cooking up his own breakfast long after Yugi and their grandfather left and watching TV while reading a book he'd been meaning to finish, Yami sent Marik a text apologizing for leaving their date suddenly and asking him on another one for Friday evening. While he wasn't yet sure what else he would do for Marik, Yami knew he'd think of something eventually and if nothing else, he would ask Ryo for some pointers seeing as Ryo was Bakura's lover.
What he planned to do for Yugi was something that was also something that had been overdue to happen. His thumb had hovered over the button to delete Anzu's number for a long time, but in the end all he could do was return her call and make plans to meet up before Yugi got home from working part time at the game shop. Yami couldn't stand to ignore her, though to say he was doing it just for her would be a lie. I'm sorry, Anzu, but I have to do this all for Yugi.
It was amazing what one person could do to someone. It was a thought that plagued Yami the entire morning regardless of what he was doing. The thought commanded his attention even more when he finished the book and was left to do nothing else than to mindlessly watch TV. His memories of Marik, both from the dojo and then how he had looked as the sun set, before and after he had kissed him were brought to the forefront of his mind and Yami could feel the heat rush to his face as he bit his lip. His lips had been so soft… He thought as he raised a hand to his mouth, his face burning more. Marik had been a good kisser as well, even if he hadn't stayed around long enough for Marik to see what he had done to him.
Yami moved so he was lying down and grabbed one of the pillows on the couch to hide his face in. "What am I even thinking?" How could he really just lie there and think about how much he wanted to be kissed again? The desire also brought up another question that made Yami feel like his whole body was aflame. If… If we had sex, would I be the one to… to… The red-eyed teen buried his face further into the pillow.
The more he thought about it the more logically it seemed that he would be the one to submit in the bedroom, even if his ego nearly flinched at the thought, because Yami couldn't picture Marik as the type to give up the control in a situation like that or any situation at all. It was the air around Marik that made him think so and the thought of the Egyptian above him made him squirm for more than one reason. There wasn't anything about thinking about it all that turned Yami off and he couldn't help but wonder if it was natural. He felt his ego could be easily forgotten, despite it being used to being the one with most of the control, and that he could be the one to be receiving rather than giving.
I wonder if Marik has thought about this. Yami thought as he lowered the pillow from his face, which was beginning to lose its red color, to stare at the cartoon playing on the TV screen. He was certain that, if Marik had, there had been no doubt in his mind how things would end up in the bedroom. If he asked, Marik would likely point out what had happened in the showers. It had been something so simple and yet Marik had had all the control then. Just as easily as he had left Yami to his own devices, he could have started something and didn't and Yami was helpless.
And yet it didn't really bother him at all.
"But you can't do this with him so soon," Yami stressed to himself. He never had with any of his other week long dates and he wouldn't start with Marik. No matter how he felt about the older teen, to even think of sleeping with him when the week wasn't even up would be too similar to how things had gone with Anzu. And look at where that's gotten you.
Sighing heavily, the pale teen moved to smother his face with the pillow again. That's where he stayed for a long while before he pushed himself up to take a cold shower and go out to buy a another book or maybe a new video game to distract himself until it was time to see Anzu again. It was all he could do, because Marik had yet to text him back to give him a reply, though there wasn't a doubt in his mind that they would end up going on a date again. Yami wouldn't accept no for an answer.