Ocean Avenue
College just ended so I'm on summer break for a while. What this means? I'm updating again sooner than I had intended. For those who are asking and as it is implied, Seto has to do with Yuugi's past. However, don't hate him; he has his reasons as did Yuugi for getting upset by him.
Chapter Ten
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"Yuugi will you stop dragging me already?" Yami asked, staring at the younger male with a perplexed look."
Yuugi simply stared at the road ahead, dragging Yami further. "Bite me."
Being the pervert he was the elder smirked, forcing Yuugi to stop in his wake of dragging. "I didn't know that you were so blunt, little one. I would love to have a bite of you." As he said this, he pulled his arm out of Yuugi's grasp, pulling said teen into his arms.
Yuugi yelped and blushed wildly as he was pulled into the sophomore's arms. His amethyst eyes had widened slightly, locking onto the crimson of his roommates.
"Put me down! You damned pervert, I'll scream, I'll kick. Hell, I will do whatever means necessary to make your life a living hell if you don't put me down now."
Yami smirked at Yuugi, wrapping one of his arms around Yuugi's slim waist in his grasp. "I may be a pervert but everything that you have just said in the span of five minutes, is even worse than my perverted thoughts of us."
Rolling his eyes, Yuugi attempted to wiggle free from his arms, failing miserably.
"Please put me down."
"Not a chance, Yuugi."
"Why not?"
He gazed down at Yuugi, face turning serious as he spoke softly. "I just want you to feel comfortable with me. That is why we aren't going home for a while."
At these words, amethyst eyes sparkled in the sunlight, adding a sense of child-like curiosity and mirth to the smaller teen's face. "No. I want to go home or back to Mai's. If you don't let me, I'll make sure that you will never have children in the future with one swift kick."
Yami ruffled Yuugi's hair with his free hand as he sighed. "You and your threats. When will you learn that I just find you so damned seductive when you talk like that?"
Muttering words under his breath, Yuugi pulled himself from Yami's arms, walking by his side as the taller stared at him with worry.
"You're giving up this easily?"
Turning to look up at the elder, Yuugi raised a brow. "Yeah, no point in fighting the inevitable right?" He smiled somewhat, but his bangs hid his face from the other's view. "So where are we going?"
Upon hearing Yuugi's sudden interest in what he had planned, Yami was suddenly reminded of the card he had drawn in their duel from the day previous. 'Change of heart, it fits him perfectly. Maybe I should just give up on my feelings for him. After all, when you're as fickle as a girl as he is, it makes a relationship hard to deal with.'
"Yami are you going to answer me?" He turned his head towards the dazed look on the said teen's face, smirking in a very unYuugi-like fashion. "Or do I need to keep my promise and ruin your chances of getting laid in the future?"
Shaking his head free from these thoughts, the sophomore wrapped his arm around Yuugi's shoulder, pulling him towards the shopping center of the pier. "Oh I don't think that's necessary, little one. But if you must know, I'm taking you clothes shopping today."
At the mentioning of clothes shopping, the smaller teen's eyes bugged out. "You can't be serious! I hate shopping, especially if it's for clothes!"
Ignoring his love interest's ranting, Yami pulled Yuugi into his favorite clothing store, snickering under his breath.
'Time to dress up Yuugi-Chan.'
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"Come on, I just want to see how it looks on you." Yami chided, leaning against a wall opposite of a door, gazing humorously at the door in front of him.
"No! I am not coming out of this dressing room! I look like a hooker!" Yuugi's agitated, whining voice shouted, earning a chuckle from Yami.
Rolling his eyes, Yami shifted his weight onto his right leg. "Why thank you for calling me a hooker, Yuugi. I really appreciate it."
A groan of annoyance was his response as Yuugi opened the door to his dressing room, head poking out. His face was red with embarrassment as his eyes hid beneath his blonde bangs. "Yami, you know what I meant. This outfit it was too showy for me. I feel like I'm a stripper or something." He lifted his head, feeling a set of hands resting against his rounded cheeks. The heat from the hands caused his blush to increase. This was doing nothing but forcing him to keep calm, and keep his teenaged hormones in submission.
"Yami, what are you… What are you doing?" He whispered voice failing him as the hands stroked his baby-soft skin, tremors running through his small body.
Yami continued his ministrations, slowly opening the door further, slipping into the room with Yuugi. The small teen in his grasp was dazed, cheeks flush with erotic passion. Sweat was beading down the teen's forehead, hitting his tanned hands. Holding back a moan as the delectable Yuugi nuzzled his hands.
'Gods, he needs to be mine.' He thought, using his leg to kick the door closed, pulling Yuugi into his arms. He gazed down at the teen's outfit, grinning widely. 'Had I known that he looked this good in black I would have made him wear it more often.'
Yuugi's current ensemble consisted of a tight fitting black tank top that clung to his body as if a second skin and a tight pair of black jeans with a navy blue studded belt. With this simple change in his clothing, Yuugi appeared to be an entirely different person. All he needed to do now was make his hair spiky and he would look exactly like Yami.
Nuzzling the teen softly, Yami pulled away from Yuugi much to his dislike. Yuugi mewled at the loss of the touch, his big amethyst eyes looking up at Yami with confusion.
"I really like your outfit, aibou. I think that this suits you quite well." He looked the teen up and down and shook his head. "All we need to do now is take that gel out of your hair and you will be set."
Raising a brow at the other's statement, the smaller's eyes narrowed. "Damn it! How the hell do you do this to me? Getting me riled up so that you can seem me in some pretty boy outfit?" He stood up, pushing Yami out the door with difficulty. "And for the record, if you ever mention changing my hair and making me look like you again, I swear that you will never see the light of day again!"
The door slammed in Yami's face as it was locked. The outfit that Yuugi had just tried on was thrown into the sophomore's face, profanity echoing from Yuugi's mouth all the while.
Snickering at the small teen's tantrum, Yami collected the clothes and walked off towards the cashier.
"Like hell I'm not leaving with this outfit for him."
Not long after he had paid for the items, Yuugi came out of the dressing room, cell phone at his ear. He was chatting quietly, nodding his head as he did so.
Yami studied the teen's gestures, frowning as he noticed Yuugi's blank expression. Something was wrong with him, something indeed.
"Yes, I know. Okay I'll call him, Mokuba. Just tell him to stop stalking me, it's getting annoying. Okay, bye." Yuugi closed his cell phone, raising a brow at Yami.
"You're still here?" He questioned.
Holding up the bag, Yami replied, "Yes I am, I'm not leaving without you." His gaze fell onto the cell phone. "Since when did you have a cell and who just called you?"
Yuugi pocked the phone as he walked towards the exit, answering his roommate in a clipped, angered tone. "For a while. Not that it's any of your business or anything. As for who I was talking to, that's for me to know and you to find out."
Walking outside the building, Yuugi stood next to Yami, holding out his hand in invitation.
"What are you doing?"
Rolling his eyes, Yuugi grabbed the teen's hand, dragging him across the boardwalk. "I can't lose you again. You have the house key and besides, you will just go and annoy someone else."
"Does that mean what I think it means?" Yami chided, playfully.
"Don't get your hopes up, Yami. I just find you amusing. Now let's go."
Without a word said, Yami held Yuugi's hand silently, walking towards the dorm. A smile graced his lips as he thought of his situation at hand.
Even if Yuugi still held his badass attitude, he was making progress. After all, progress was better than nothing.
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"So what did he say?"
A small boy stared at the other, a frown marring his face. His violet-blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight as he replied. "The usual. He wants you to stop stalking him."
"Hmph." He closed his eyes, tapping at the mouse of his laptop with a satisfied look. "It seems that he still remembers me, and has yet to change. Maybe he will learn to act a bit more mature and drop this dream of art he has."
Mokuba sat up on his knees from his position on the couch, raising a brow at his brother's crude remark. "Seto, that's a bit harsh. We all have our dreams. You wanted to take over Gozoburo's company and Yuugi wants to become an artist. What's wrong with following your dreams?"
Cobalt eyes locked onto those of the raven-haired boy's. His face fell into a blank, emotionless stare. Seto's usual cold attitude had fallen back into place. "Mokuba, stop meddling in affairs that you aren't apart of. Yuugi and I have our problems, but I'm sure that he will realize what is right and come back home with you and me."
"Not as long as his sister is here. After all, she's the one who made it clear to him about following his dreams."
Hastily, Seto closed his laptop, glaring at his brother. "Yes, I'm aware of that, little brother. But with her mutt of a boyfriend, she is distracted."
Sighing to himself, Mokuba turned his attention towards the TV, ignoring his brother's rambling. 'He will never learn what life is about, if he doesn't take a chance to understand Yuugi's view.'
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"So, how long have you been dueling?"
Yuugi looked up from his hamburger, replying. "Since I was around nine or so. My grandpa owns a game shop back home."
Yami nodded as he munched on some grilled chicken. "I see. It must have been fun visiting him while he was working."
"Actually, we lived in the game shop. There was an apartment above it that we lived in for a long time. Mai and I lived there, with him I mean." He took a bite of his hamburger, ketchup dripping down the side of his cheek.
Setting his fork aside, Yami wiped the ketchup off the teen's cheek, licking his fingers as he did so. "Mmm. Tasty." He then resumed picking at his chicken, gazing at Yuugi with a smile. "So you and Mai lived with your grandfather in the game shop. What about your parents?"
Amethyst eyes darkened considerably fast at the mentioning of parents. "My dad left a long time ago… And my mom… She lives for her work in New York. Kids didn't fit into her lifestyle so she left Mai and me in the care of my grandpa."
As Yuugi had said this, Yami's expression softened somewhat. He rested his hand on top of Yuugi's petite one, thumb caressing the side of the soft hand.
"I'm sorry. Had I known that it was a touchy subject, I wouldn't have mentioned it."
Setting his plate to the side, Yuugi smiled at him sadly. "It's not your fault, Yami. You didn't know…" Yuugi grasped the on top of his, squeezing it firmly. "Besides, it was nice to share it with someone who actually cares."
It appeared that Yuugi was beginning to open up. Yami's eyes softened to that of molten crimson as he gazed at Yuugi with fondness. All it would take was time, and Yuugi would open up. No one advancements, no more mocking of his clothes, or looks. With this, Yami believed that he and Yuugi would grow closer, that and as long as Seto stayed away from Yuugi.
Yes, he actually believed in giving time to a relationship that was beginning to grow. After all, Yuugi was the first true person he felt connected with.