NOTES
1. Hello everyone! Been a while huh? The full version of this chapter has been posted in AO3 months ago - and thanks to my negligence, I lost the clean version which I edited a week after. I almost let go of the ffnet version of this fic (which is the clean version without any explicit content) because no one seemed to bother. But a reviewer by the name haneko-chan kind of reminded me that there are people who are waiting for an update from this site. So thank you haneko-chan, your words give me encouragement!
2. This is the clean version of Yami's Morning. For the full content with explicit content, please look for this story on AO3 under the same title.
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4. Warning: implication of sexual act between two underaged males
YAMI'S MORNING
In Yami's opinion, Seto will never stop being such a surprise to him. Starting from the day he showed up in his school for no reason to the day he kissed Yami on the school rooftop. And now he's asking for them to share his room.
"You seriously lack a sense of courtesy," Yami groaned at his boyfriend once they were out of sight from Amy, Mr. Tanaka and the cook. Seto stood facing him with his arms crossed. His tall form was bent slightly to his shorter lover as he expresses his confusion through knitted eyebrows.
"We're dating," he waved one hand to show his point, "What's the problem in waking up next to me?"
"We've only been dating for a month".
"Look," Seto leaned closer, "Whether it's a decade or a month," he held up two fingers to pinch Yami's nose, then shook it left and right, "It still makes no different, dummy". He let Yami's nose go with a poke at the tip.
"I'll wait in my room for you to get it through your thick skull," Seto turned around with a smirk and left Yami alone in the hallway.
Yami's scowl deepened. He couldn't believe it. He pinched Seto's nose the same way yesterday and now he's given the same treatment by the infamous ice block himself. He huffed then followed after the brunette to his room.
As promised, they breezed through the night doing nothing but sleeping (though Yami had to hiss a couple of time to get Seto to bed with a fucking shirt). They were probably too tired to do anything else. Seto was already sleeping by the time Yami finished changing in the bathroom. Yami remembered lying down thinking that this room and especially the bed smell strongly like the boy he likes. Strange how it didn't bother him enough to keep him up longer. Because the next thing he knew, he was in Seto's arms; with his nose buried to the brunette's armpit.
Seto's face was awfully close to Yami's as the prior rubbed his eyes. If it was any other day; Yami would've given Seto's personality another look for acting so casually after sharing the bed with someone. But Koji had just woke them up at 4 in the morning and their engines were reluctant to start. Thus, Yami's pondering about Seto's boldness (and how his Greek nose almost grazed Yami's) was left seething in the shorter's mind. There was, however, the (literally) pressing matter of their morning woods making their selves obvious to the other party. But they weren't left to appreciate that fact for long either.
And then there was that minor scuffle they had because Seto wanted to see Yami's back dimples (need he say that the cook caught them in the middle of it?).
The way to Seto's private hangar was spent to ponder for Yami. After that morning he spent at The Kaiba's, the full weight of the truth hit him. He's Seto Kaiba's boyfriend for a month now, and he just spent the night in said Kaiba heir's bed. He'll spend the rest of the next two weeks with that same brunette with no Yugi nor Tea to give him a wake up call every time he slip up to his more melancholic character.
Not forgetting that Seto was unlike the clean cut well mannered youth people thought he was. Yes, he has the grace of a royalty, he's intelligent, and he's out of everybody's league; but he smokes at school (and refuses to clean up afterwards), he curses, and he thinks everyone, beside the very few he genuinely likes, deserves to stay under his custom-ordered leather shoes. Yami had been fantasizing about wooing the blue eyed princeling with an outdoor dinner on a matt under the starry night sky until said prince ruined that image by asking Yami out in the most insolent manner. Boy did he realize how unexpected one Seto Kaiba could get.
And he's currently sitting next to Yami, throwing sarcastic remarks at his twitter feed. The tricolor haired recognized then that his morning would be different from now on.
The next time he woke up next to Seto is the second day of his stay in The Millenia; the luxury cruise where Duelist Kingdom took place. Both he and Seto had somehow moved from his side of the bed to the latter's. Seto was on his back, face turned the other way as his right arm was spread over the pillow. Yami's head was somehow tucked under Seto's armpit, just like the last time they slept together, and his left hand was on Seto's belly.
Which was weird, considering last night Yami made sure to stay on his own side of the bed and as far as possible from Seto's bare back. The fact that this beautiful boy is sleeping close by made Yami feel privileged. You don't get to see Seto Kaiba sleeping every day. At the same time, he felt jittery and somewhat burdened. Because to Yami that beautiful boy shall not be touched; however inviting he seemed to be.
Not that Yami thought of himself as less than Seto. Deep down, Yami had always known Seto was suitable for himself. Yami is, after all, an arrogant. He likes conquering those untouchable types; Seto being the prime example. But Yami is also an idealist. And thus, the untouchable should keep on being untouchable. Even to himself.
Still though, last night Seto was the one to scoot to his side of the bed to hold him from behind. So how did they move to the other side?
In his haze, Yami lazily felt around the other's tummy to note the start of a six pack underneath. My boy's athletic, an absent thought made a its way to Yami's mind. The stomach's muscle lurched the way Yami's would every time he does sit-ups; and that's what made Yami realize Seto is awake.
They didn't make a move; they didn't make a sound. They simply laid there to relish this awkward moment as Yami's hand freezes in the middle of its circle rubbing on Seto's stomach. Then Yami took his hand off and landed it between their bodies, only to have Seto's landing on top of it to hold it in a loose grip.
… lovely.
"We woke up before my alarm goes off," Seto mumbled. It was only 7; though they planned to have breakfast at 9. The brunette let go of Yami's hand and swiftly got up from the bed. The way he's going, it's obvious he's not the type to laze around before actually getting up. Yami's the same way actually; though he's not sure how to start the day with Seto by his side.
Would Seto want to do anything together in the morning? Would Yami be expected to do something for him? Flowers? Poets? Breakfast in bed?
Yami sat up and crossed his legs to watch the other boy entering the bathroom. Yami then looked for his hair band on the nightstand and started working his hair to a messy bun. Maybe he should start moving his body a bit.
He left the bed to open the wide glasses door to the veranda. The sea breeze and the sound of the waves instantly wafted through their suite; which Yami savored with two arms on his hips. Perfect. And the veranda was large enough for him to move around.
Yami bent his body to the ground, lifted his two legs, and started moving his hands in a handwalk to the veranda.
"Never knew you could manage your hair to a bun like that".
Yami halted halfway. His legs gave way. Thankfully, he managed to return to a standing position. "Of course I can," he replied as he tucked a blonde fringe behind his ear. Seto stood in the middle of the room; still topless, but the long pajama pants were changed to a more fitting jogger pants.
Yami eyed the upper torso. "Nice pecs".
Seto looked smug. "I'm not the only one though," the taller teen patted Yami's arm lightly as he walked by to reach the veranda. Yami flushed.
"I train with Tanaka every morning. Muay thai, a bit of karate, judo; you name it," Seto added. He walked to one corner and made a half somersault until he reached the handstand. He gave Yami the cheekiest upside-down smirk then said; "C'mon lift your shirt. We'll see who can do the handstand the longest".
Yami stared dumbly for a couple of seconds. Seto had coaxed him to open his shirt for the longest time.
Seto continued, "I bet you can't do handstand push up".
That did it. The next thing you knew, there were two bare-chested boys walking upside-down on the luxury suite's veranda. On one sweet occasion, you'd see Yami carrying Seto around on his back as he ran around the veranda. On another, you'd hear Seto throwing dirty comments about Yami's behind until the latter spurted out laughing in the middle of a high knee run.
Not that Yami get Seto's fixation on his body at first. It was when he's timing Seto's butt kicks did he learn how distracting the backside could be. Sure, the bounce of that fluffy brown hair was cute; but the behind was just… enticing.
In fact, Yami had Seto's behind in his mind all day (and the smell of his sweat. How can a man's sweat smell that interesting?). He concluded, their current proximity and the exposure of the other's body could really get to him in a way no other guy could. He thought seeing another man's toned body would make him jealous; yet Seto's made him feel like he wanted to cherish it.
Yami was so immersed in this discovery that he's barely aware when he embarrasses everyone in his table (that being Amy and Mokuba) at a restaurant for breakfast by sharing a toast with Seto like two Disney dogs shared spaghetti. As a result, Mokuba couldn't stop whining about how gross it was all day long.
As the preliminary round started in Duelist Kingdom; Seto and Yami saw less and less of one another. Both were put on different parts of the tournament; Seto was paired against stronger opponents; while Yami, being a no name duelist before, had to fight his way up among fellow beginner duelists.
The preliminary consisted of ten dueling rounds that lasts for four days. Duelists were paired against one another in accordance to their scores in battle (counted by your LP margin, combos used, and the number of turns used).
It is said that the top 50 duelists were paired randomly in their own batch. One would need to reach their scores by winning with more margins to be able to get to their level. The thing was, if you were paired with a weak opponent, you were more likely to use weaker combos, thus reducing your performance.
Which was why Yami struggled before finally having a face off with a top 50 duelist.
As a result, he often returned late to their room. Seto would already be asleep by then; and come morning, they both would be too immersed in reviewing their decks to exercise together.
However, Yami noted they spent almost the same time in the bathroom; grooming.
Domino is such small town and it's rare to find a fellow male perfectionist who pay attention to their appearance as much. In Yami's case, it might be Tea's influence (he shares a special bond with her just like Yugi with Joey). And even then, she made fun of his metrosexuality.
So the mornings he and Seto shared in the bathroom, doing their skin care, became something to enjoy; man to man. Funny thing is, they both had the same self care routine, but with different products. Kaiba had a range of high end imported products; meanwhile Yami had a more adventurous preference, mostly leaning to organic products, but with weird choices from Korean beauty scene here and there. Some of their differences being Seto's regular use of fragrance. He brought four bottles of cologne for that tournament alone; all being famous brands with clean aquatic scent. Yami, in the other hand, had numerous hair products; which, if you think about it, makes sense concerning his hair issues.
That particular morning they just finished washing their faces together. They tried switching products that day, and each of them lingered by the vanity to read the bottles of the other's facial wash. Seto borrowed Yami's shaving cream to shave and they both proceeded to tone and moisturize.
Seto was leaning to the vanity to read the back of Yami's shaving cream bottle when Yami pulled his lip balm out of his simple black pouch. Yami noticed the other's stare after applying his lip balm and he stared back; "What?"
"You wear those?" Seto looked on condescendingly. Yami's choice of lip balm was rather colorful. The container was made out of plastic and appeared cheap. It also had bright neon colors. The finish was very sheer, of course; yet it smelled strongly of cotton candy.
"It's Tea's. She buys new lip care every couple of weeks and gave me her old ones," and he kept on receiving these funky looking ones from her. Not that Yami hated it. He had learned to appreciate the thrill of having weird lip balms (in fact, he had 6 weird lip care options in his pouch).
"You should stop letting her do whatever she wants with you".
Yami rolled his eyes, "Amy buys all of your stuff for you. You don't even know half of these products or its uses before she put them under your nose!"
"That's different," Seto hissed.
"Hold on," Yami disrupted and turned to Seto in disbelief, "You never used a lip balm".
"I don't want to use that girl's products".
Yami stood closer to him instead and carefully touched Seto's lips. Seto watched him curiously. "It's chapped," Yami noted. He then turned to his pouch.
"Yami, I've told you. No".
"Trust me, you'll like this one," Yami pulled out a simple lip balm container from his pouch. "Here," he gave it to Seto. The latter hesitated. "I bought this one. It's my favorite".
Seto took the chapstick and turned it around in one hand. "It's organic and it smells like chocolate," Yami added. Seto opened the container to reveal a brown chapstick inside.
"Will this make my lips brown?"
"Nope. It has a very sheer finish and it's not glossy. You can use my lip scrub tonight if you want".
Yami went to their room to pick his clothes for the day. The next time he saw Seto, the guy was smacking his lips in front of the mirror. He likes it, Yami thought happily.
"You can have it".
Blue eyes widened, "I thought you like it?"
"Yes," Yami smirked, "Especially on you". He tiptoed to Seto and kissed him on the lips.
Later on they shared a laugh when Yami failed on tying Seto's short hair. Seto, however, tied Yami's hair so perfectly that they decided he shall be Yami's personal hair tier from then on. He's good with hairs and he could do it while being topless; what more could Yami ask for?
One day Yami found himself wrestling under an endless white blanket…, with Seto. The brown haired teen looked gorgeous without his shirt and he wore that fitting pajama pants Yami liked. His blue eyes shone brightly at Yami and all the whiteness seemed to compliment his appearance. Everything smelled so strongly of him too somehow; probably because of the enclosed space.
He pounced on Seto. Manly chuckles, ones like his own, filled the small space between them. They rolled around just like how he, Joey, Tristan usually fool around; till at one point he noticed Seto's pants were gone.
The panic struck through Yami in an instant and the surge of protectiveness soon followed. To him, Seto's virtue was always a priority. So he crawled around – the thought that Seto could manage himself somehow left him altogether – and promised the boy, he'll find that cute pair of night trousers with all his might.
But then he caught the sight of Seto's bare crotch.
And man it froze him.
Most of the time, the sight of another man's muscly legs strike a competitive cord in Yami. However, Seto's only made him spellbound. He wanted to worship every inch of that boy's body; he wanted to touch.
Seto was glaring at him as though Yami had sent his blue eyes to the graveyard. Yami adores that look on Seto's face, but he was still incapable of deciphering it. Is he angry or is he happy? No matter. Yami was hypnotized by those legs; and the erection that stood proud and tall. He never knew he could be so mesmerized by another guy's erect penis. He reached out to it; and touched with the tip of his fingers. It felt so easy; it made Yami feel brave.
So he went closer and kissed it.
And after that was an array of reactions. There were humping – though which body part was being humped, he didn't know; and then there were mingled breaths. He remembered himself being brutal with Seto's hair, something he couldn't imagine even doing before considering how much Yami loves that hair, and Seto returned the gesture with equal force. Seto was flushing and his blue eyes were glinting. Down under, another part of Yami came so alive it felt like a separate entity altogether.
Then Yami opened his eyes.
Realization didn't come to him directly. He was confused as to how he transferred from under the white blanket to the dark room; or how Kaiba's face, which was supposedly glued to his own, was nowhere in place. Instead, he was now hugging someone's waist, most likely Seto's, while his nose buried itself to Seto's side. Yami was slightly breathless. His face was hot but his back was cold from the air conditioner.
It was then he became aware of his own erection (or how it was pressed to Seto's leg) and that he just dreamed of Seto; dirtily. The surprise came first before the shame and guilt weighed on him. How could he soil the love of his life in such a way? He wouldn't even pull Seto's hair that hard like in the dream. He'd rather hurt himself than hurt the boy's head.
Because Yami was glued to Seto's side as usual, he had to crane his head up to check on the other boy. Yami looked up…
To find Seto looking back with unblinking blue eyes.
He had been awake all along, Yami noted nervously. Yami was caught.
Yami looked away to the ornate ceiling and turned his body to face up so that his erection wouldn't harass Seto's leg too much. Seto didn't say anything; and Yami was too embarrassed to explain himself. Thankfully, he didn't make any mess. His underwear was slightly damp; but he didn't – hadn't – bust yet.
I'm sorry, Yami thought. He hoped Seto would understand; but he'd most likely be disgusted.
Yami rose from the bed to the bathroom without any word. Seto let him be.
Unlike the previous nights, Yami returned early to his and Seto's suite. Amy had texted him saying Seto wouldn't be there until midnight if not early the next day. There was a meeting for the quarterfinals and Seto was asked to join (though he only joined to make sure Mokuba wouldn't).
Yami was glad he's given the space to think about how their sleeping arrangements affected him. It's just that Seto is too different to the people he had ever met. Some of those differences aligned with Yami – after all, Yami had always been labeled too eccentric for Domino. Their hobbies, their humor, their habits; all clicked easily.
But Seto also brought so many new things to the table. His ease with their proximity being one; and Yami wasn't sure how to react. Seto put too much trust on him; maybe because Yami had acted like the white knight to Seto's princess (or prince?). The thing was, Yami doesn't have the composure of a knight. He was weak to Seto's temptation. His smell on the bed; the sight of his sweat on bare skin every morning; the smoothness of his hair every time Yami brushes it; those were all tempting. If Yami stayed longer in that room, he didn't know what kind of stupid thing he'd do to that precious brunet.
Yami decided he'll sleep on the sofa. That was the proper punishment for last night and to prevent embarrassing himself again. Because of that; he woke up a couple of times in the middle of the night. Not that it wasn't uncomfortable. The couch was definitely of the best quality. But something was bothering his mind.
At one point he was quite awake – sleepy, but aware. He heard the slow but sure steps inside the room and the sound of rustling fabric.
Seto had returned.
Yami kept his eyes closed. He felt Seto walking around; possibly to change, wash up, and do his night care routine. Then he lingered around Yami. Carry on, Yami repeated the mantra in his mind, just carry on.
Yami could practically feel his glare. If he's angry because Yami had a wet dream of him, then Yami deserved it.
He sensed the spot beside his head sunk as Seto sat next to his sleeping form. Seto then pinched Yami's nose and shook the latter's head left and right. "God damn you, Yami. You fucking coward," he heard Seto growled before his temple was flicked. It was painful.
"What the -," Yami's hands went to his forehead in reflex. He sat up: not even trying to feign sleepiness; as he scowled at the boy of his dream. "What were you doing?"
"I'm angry at you," Seto hissed while glancing sideways. He was wearing Yami's shirt though.
Yami held back from mentioning that last fact and prepared his long apology for the event that morning (or yesterday, considering it's early morning already). But Seto cut him to the chase, "I didn't win against Marik because of you".
Yami halted, "Wait, you lost? To Malik?"
"It's fucking Marik. Malik's in Milan for all I care," Seto growled, "Marik's his twin. And it's a draw".
The discovery about Malik's identity was scandalous, but Yami was too focused on the accusation pointed at him. "And how's that my fault?" Yami found himself raising his voice too. He would apologize for anything but Seto's lost. It's in his principle that a duelist should own up to their defeat.
"You think I'd be able to concentrate after the stunt you pulled this morning?" Seto exclaimed as he stood up from the seat, "You were humping my leg and gasping like a dog in heat".
Yami followed his example and stand up. He pulled his most guilty expression and lowered his voice to beg for Seto's forgiveness, "Look, Blue Eyes, I'm-"
"And all you did after that was run to the bathroom to jack off by yourself? Fucking coward. The least you could do is offer to finish your damned beloved Blue Eyes".
Yami stopped to gape at his boyfriend. His anger returned in full fervor. "Excuse me then! I didn't know you even needed assistance for your boner, Your Highness!" He had seen this privileged pounce acting up at times; like that time when he asked Yami out; that time he demanded they sleep in his bed; and that time he demanded Yami to apply his deodorant. Most of the time, Yami didn't mind it; he thought that rare side of Seto was cute. But this time his pushiness was just painful to handle.
"Why the hell do you sleep in my bed then, Poundcake?"
"What's a poundcake?" Yami asked out of the blue, "And you're saying that you want to share the room for a fucking handjob?"
"And more. Definitely. Yes," Seto answered it with such confidence that it's hard to believe they were discussing something so lewd. In fact, the tall teen looked as determined as he usually was when dueling.
"Kids from Tokyo are so… crude," Yami muttered in disbelief. Seto rolled his eyes.
"What did you think we'll be doing? Share bedtime stories?" The brunette had his arms crossed. His brows knitted like he just realized something, "Wait, are you hard?"
"Wait, what?"
"Are you hard?"
No was what Yami planned to say, but Seto beat him up to it by hooking his fingers into the waistband of Yami's long pants and pulled it open along with his trunks so that he could take a peek inside. By the time Seto bent slightly to see his bare crotch; Yami was gawking; speechless.
"You're not," Seto dared to sound disappointed. Yami slowly put a hand on his face to cover himself from the embarrassing reality. He simply said;
"You're drunk. I could smell it on you".
"I'm buzzed, not drunk," Seto tilted his head as he stared at Yami's dick, "Mine's longer".
Yami rubbed his face in frustration, "Oh, fuck you! And you're under the age limit to drink".
Seto ignored the comment regarding his drinking habit, but said, "I think yours are thicker maybe. S'cute though," at Yami's dick. The brunette let go of the pants. The waistband slapped hard against Yami's lower abdomen.
"This is not real," Yami repeated the mantra from behind his hands. Meanwhile, Seto took a peek behind his own pants.
"Now I'm hard. Thanks a lot".
"What was that snarky attitude for?"
"You're the one who chose to sleep on the couch looking like you're asking for it!"
"Asking for what?"
"For a quick fuck".
Yami shook his head in disbelief at Seto's outburst. "You got hard because I was sleeping on the couch".
"Because you had that face. And your cock".
Yami blinked in realization. He had thought this was the Prince he had fought to save; only to realize this was not a Princeling at all. In fact, Seto was the white knight's biggest nemesis all along. He's the evil dragon.
"So what do you want me to do?" Yami grunted.
"I don't know! Be a good boyfriend and lend me a hand?"
Yami crossed his arms. He had expected that answer, but didn't think Seto would voice it as curt and as loud to his face. "You could be a real asshole".
"You wish," Seto scoffed. He then took another peak inside his pants, "So you wouldn't help me?"
Yami forgot his anger as he couldn't look away from Seto's slightly pulled pants in hope of catching the sight of the other's cock. "Uh… I…," he shifted and coughed, "I've never done that to another guy before".
Seto gave an exaggerated eye-roll. "There's always a first, dummy".
"You could at least be nicer, you know?"
"Ugh – so do you want to or do you not?"
Yami scowled,"… I've given you my answer".
"Then don't look like you want to!"
Yami groaned. He looked down to the couch. Deep down, he knew he was going to say something stupid. He threw himself to the seat and sighed heavily.
Don't be stupi -!
"Fine. I'll give you the handjob".
He did it. He said it. He didn't know why he say what he said; but he did it. It's probably because it was only three in the morning; Seto was drunk (buzzed; whatever) and he was too sleepy to think clearly.
Seto eyed Yami's outreached hand with an arched eyebrow. "I'll take your words," he sat down next to Yami and casually pulled out his erection, "No stepping back".
Yami was fixated for a moment, until Seto grew impatient. "Well?"
"Yeah, yeah, Your Highness," Yami grunted and moved his hand toward Seto's crotch. His right hand hovered on top of it – before he looked away to the coffee table in front of them.
The moment his hand made contact with Seto's erection; everything else became automatic. He had done the same thing to himself numerous times after all. He regretted there was nothing romantic in this somehow. They were sitting side by side, looking at the same direction, and there was minimum sweet talking nor touching beside the obvious job.
But later on things go so heated that Yami ended up under Seto on the couch; pants lost in the midst of their thirst. Next thing they knew, they were both catching their breath after sharing their climax. Seto's forehead thunked against Yami's as the prior gave a breathy laugh. "That was great;" Seto smiled, "Best handjob I had in awhile".
Yami thought they were in such a mess. Something nagged the back of his mind that he had done something traitorous to his own ideals. But Seto looked so handsome just then; and Yami felt so good and so loved. So he gave his own shaky smile and agreed. "Yeah".
They went for another kiss; this time slow and innocent.
After that Yami hesitated to check on his crotch. He knew it's going to be messy; it felt messy and sticky. When he did look down between them, Seto laughed. All the mess ended on Yami (Seto was lucky to be positioned above him). Yami even had a stain on his shirt. Seto got away with a damp trouser; and that was only because Yami's legs were sweating.
Seto got up to get the tissue box on the table next to the couch. He cleaned after himself before going to Yami with the box of tissue. Yami was still positioned like previously. He allowed Seto to help him clean after himself.
The rest of the night (morning) was spent in silence. However, Seto did bid him good night with a kiss on the temple. Yami went to bed with the stained shirt on; and Seto didn't seem to care when he hugged Yami before dozing off.
Amy knew something happened last night the moment he stepped into the boys' room. Seto looked happy (though he was scowling all day yesterday thanks to the duel with Ishtar) and Yami looked absent (and guilty). Seto was even whistling to Frank Sinatra's Fly Me to the Moon as he tied up Yami's hair to a bun. Meanwhile, Yami had a wide-eyed look on his face.
Being the great assistant she was, she needed to think ahead of herself. So she's well-prepared when Yami approached her with a shameful look. She had to execute her plan perfectly; because a great assistant would do anything to assure their employer's happiness.
"Ame, I have a confession to make," Yami started silently while Seto was in the bathroom.
Amy read through him like an expert. That psychology course she took in college was not for nothing. "Of course, but before that," she paused to pull her best maternal expression – something she knew would put the teen under her influence, "I want to thank you for helping Seto get over the result of his last duel. He had been sulking all day".
"Thank… me?"
"Yes. He looks so much better today," she smiled and dropped her ultimate weapon, "I'm sure it's all thanks to you".
"All… thanks to me," Yami repeated absently.
"Yes," she nodded, "So what was it you want to tell me?"
Yami looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding confidently. "Nah. It's nothing. Thanks anyway Ame".
And that's another job well done for the assistant.
TBC.
I just thought Yami should be a bit of a hipster with a thing for a chic street rock fashion. And I like writing him as an idealist romantic. I think the fairytale-ish fantasy and the precious ways he addressed Kaiba are fitting to how I want him to be in this story. The lime is kind of meh somehow. My English vocabulary is limited so it's hard to keep the flow and deliver.
Anyhow, I hope you guys like it! I'll do my best to edit the rest of the chapters already posted on AO3 as soon as possible. See you on the next update!