LL: Hey, my ppl! I'm so sorry for the long wait. School has been harsh, especially with the strikes going on with some of the other high schools. I've also been on a writers block, and I'm sick. . . Great combo, don't you think? Well, once again, sorry. And please enjoy this update.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing of Yugioh. But I do own the OC's.

WARNINGS: Rated T for a reason. This is Yaoi,if you don't like don't read. Tea bashing.

PAIRINGS: YugixYami, SetoxJoey, AtemuxHeba

Sunday Mornings

"Do."

"Not."

"Do."

"Not."

"Do!"

"Not!"

"DO!"

"NOT!"

"What the hell's wrong with you two! We're trying to sleep here!" Heba glared at Atem and Yami. The two brother's were at each other's throats and it wasn't even 10 o'clock.

Yugi appeared from around the corner, rubbing sleep from his tired amethyst eyes. He hopped over Seto and Joey's still sleeping forms and sat next to Heba on the couch. The two petite twins watched the olders arguement as if it were a tennis match. Eventually, Heba stood up and planted himself between them, a determined glint in his eyes.

"Now," He said. "What is this all about?"

"Yami slept with Yugi." Atem said in a matter-of-fact way.

Yami snorted, "And how would you know? You were down here, snoring like an electric saw!"

"I don't snore!"

"Yes you do."

"No I don't."

"You were sleeping. How are you supposed to hear when your brain's sleeping," Yami smirked. "Oh, I forgot. You've always been brain dead."

Atem tried to pass Heba, but the smaller put a hand on his chest to stop him, "Are you saying I'm stupid?"

"Way to go, Atem. You finally understand."

Heba frowned. "You BOTH are acting completely stupid. Come on, it's too early to be fighting. All I really want is breakfast."

There was mumbled agreements from the depths of the blankets that covered both a shaggy blonde and tall brunette. Seto's icy blues peered out and took one look at them. Then the blankets were pulled a little lower and Joey's head popped out. Joey cringed at the sudden light and looked as if he'd like to crawl back under the sheets.

But Seto probed him into sitting up, "Aren't you hungry, Pup?"

"Yeah. Now that you mention it, I'm starved!" The blonde shot out of the make-shift bed and stretched. Then he grabbed Seto's arm and dragged him up, "When's breakfast?"

Yugi giggled softly. "I like sunday mornings."

Yami turned back to him with a smile, "Hey, Yugi, you wanna go out for pancakes? Whatever you want." The crimson eyed teen looked instantly happy. Yugi nodded excitably.

"Well, talk to you later." Yami disappeared back upstairs to his bedroom. He lent Yugi a black tanktop and he changed into a red t-shirt and jeans. When Yugi came out the bathroom, Yami's heart flipped. He wore the same black jeans, with boots and the borrowed tanktop. His star-shaped hair had been combed and looked so soft. Yugi smiled and blushed when Yami's stare didn't falter.

The two said their goodbyes to the others and rushed out the door. Yami walked with Yugi's arm linked through his. They went into the city and strolled around, looking in at the few stores that were open on sundays. After an hour of walking, they stopped into a small cafe'. Yami ordered pancakes and hot chocolate for both of them, and they sat laughing while they ate.

"I dare you to. . . . put every one of these sauces on your pancake." Yugi grinned, and pointed to sauce holder.

Yami chuckled and raised an elegant eyebrow, "Only if you do it with me."

"Deal." Was the immediat reply.

With a shake of their hands, they passed the bottles of syrup, chocolate, strawberry, maple, butter scotch, honey, and tomato sauce to each other and took turns in squirting a few drops on their pancakes. When all they'd finished, their pancakes were a mushy gloop on their plates.

Yugi laughed, "That looks disgusting."

Yami wrinkled his nose. "Together?"

"Yip. One, two, three!"

On the mark, they both bit into the yucky mass of sauces. Yugi laughed through his chewing and almost choked. That set off Yami who was having trouble swallowing. (A/N I just have to say this. If any of you have ever had a full mouth on something that tasted like cow dung, and then you here you are, laughing with your crush over something. It is horrible! ANd you can't even spit it out in front of them!)

Yugi leaned over the table, barely managing to keep his bite of pancake from being spat out.

"Hoo shook dike hoo gunna twow up." Yami said. His cheeks were puffed up and his scarlet orbs watering from laughing so much.

"Bwat?" Yugi looked up, still trying in vain to swallow.

Yami grabbed a napkin from the table and spat out the remaining gloop of pancake. "You look like you're gonna throw up." He watched Yugi amusedly as the smaller still tried to finish his saucey meal. Yami smiled sympathetically and handed a napkin to him. Yugi accepted it as graciously as he could as he almost vomited the meal.

"That was. . . . fun."

Yami nodded. But he could see the younger was slowly turning green. He called a waitress to their table, "Uh, can we get some hot lemon water, please."

The waitress gave Yami a sexy smile as she went back into the kitchen. When she came back she handed the glass of steaming water to him. Yami passed it to Yugi who took a hesitating sip. Shuddering, Yugi stuck out his tongue and pretended to gag.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." Yami smiled.

Yugi cocked his head to the side, "You're wondering what happened last night."

"If you don't want to talk about-"

"It's alright. I don't mind."

After Yami had paid for their breakfast, and a lot of protesting from Yugi, they started walking towards the park. All the while Yugi explained about the evenings events.

"Kurisu is my ex-boyfriend. Well, sorta. I'm not so sure. We have an on-off relationship. But, for the last two years. . . . he's become more possessive, more violent. More intimate." Yugi looked down at his feet.

Yami clenched his fingers into a tight fist, "Did he do anything to you?"

Yugi was silent. By this time they were in the park. Yami gazed down at his Aibou's face. His beautiful amethyst eyes were now glazed over and tears were building up in the corners of his eyes. Yami took one of his hands and made his way to a more secluded part of the park. They sat under a tree with Yami facing Yugi.

"Did he do anything to you, Yugi?"

Said person brought his knees up against his chest, bowing his head. And ever so slowly, he nodded, "My parents and Heba were away. Just for one day. Kurisu came over after one of his games. He was drunk, and that was that. He said he had to blow off some steam. His team lost, you know."

Yugi laughed bitterly, and Yami saw a tear slide down one of his smooth, round cheeks. "When we first started going out, he was sweet, nice. Everything you want for a boyfriend. But after the first year, he started beating me. If I didn't make it to a game. If I said the wrong things in front of his friends. H-He used to s-s-say he loved me. B-But after he. . . did that to me. I didn't believe him anymore. I started drifting away, I guess. I didn't tell anyone what he did. Heba noticed. I know he did. But, he didn't want to hurt me anymore than I already was."

Tears were now streaminf down his face. Yugi's body racked with sobs as he cried.

Yami watched silently. His heart aching painfully in his chest. Yugi had, unknowingly, started rocking back and forth. A sharp pain in his hands, brought Yami back from his furious thoughts. He glanced down at his fingers, and on there on his palm, were five bloody crescent marks. He'd clenched his fists so tightly, that he'd cut through the skin.

With a sigh, Yami crawled across the grass and sat next to Yugi. He pulled the weeping boy into his lap and soothingly rocked him.

"Shh shh. It's ok, Yugi. Everything's alright. But, will you promise me one thing?"

Yugi lifted his red, tear tracked face to nod slowly.

"If this, Kurisu, guy ever comes near you. Call me, ok? And in return, I will promise you. I will never let you down," Yami's eyes held a gleam of love and protectiveness as he held Yugi closer. "I will never, let him hurt you ever again."

The darker teen leaned down to press a kiss to Yugi's forehead. "Yugi. . . If there was someone out there. Who loved you for years, would you love them back? Even if that person feels as if he isn't worthy of you." Yami almost chuckled as he said this.

Meanwhile, Yugi sniffed, "I think I might already love him."

The small teen smiled softly and nuzzled his head in the crook of Yami's neck. But, Yami could still feel the warm, salty tears run off Yugi's face and onto his shirt.

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