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"Are you sure about this Atemu? I mean, you can't live in my apartment forever," Otogi stated as he proceeded to roll his eyes at his friend.
Atemu, who was peeking out the window to make sure his parents weren't near, turned around, a sheepish smile on his face. "I know Otogi," he started with a sigh. "It's just that if my parents catch me, I have no idea what they'll do."
The black-haired model raised a brow. "What do you mean 'you don't know what they'll do'? You just ran away...right?" He gave his friend a small glare and immediately knew the other was hiding something. "What did you do?"
Closing the curtains, Atemu flopped down on the couch. "I...lost my temper and ended up slugging my father in the jaw," he said hurriedly.
Otogi rolled his eyes for the second time that day and sat next to his fellow model. "Okay, I can understand why you're so shaky now dude, but couldn't you just face your parents?"
Nervous crimson eyes met his emerald ones. "I wish I could." He ran a hand through his tri-colored hair. "I'm not worried really about what they'll do to me to tell you the truth..."
Otogi spun his head in small circles, wanting Atemu to stop stalling and spit it out. "Then what are you afraid of then?" He quickly noted that Atemu seemed much more distressed and upset than ever. Taking a wild guess, he asked, "Is this about Yugi?" He had known for a couple weeks now that the two had something for each other; Atemu just had yet to tell him.
The other gave him an incredulous look, but quickly turned away with a sigh. "How did you know...?" Atemu muttered softly. Otogi was confused. Was that relationship supposed to stay secret?
Putting his hands on his knees and leaning forward a little, he stated, "I kinda just figured it out for myself, it's not spreading or anything."
That seemed to reassure Atemu for the time being, for the other leaned back slightly. "My parents caught us yesterday; I knew that they would find out sooner or later."
"But why wouldn't your parent's let you date Yugi? He's nice enough," Otogi asked.
Atemu ran a hand through his hair, his eye brows rising into his hairline. "Well, for one, I'm already dating Anzu. And second, I don't think my parents really understand that I hate Anzu's guts and love Yugi instead."
Otogi nodded, understanding. "Well, that explains a lot. But seriously, you can't stay here the rest of your life Atemu, best friends doesn't quite cut it here."
"I know," Atemu sighed, crimson eyes clouded with frustration. "But for the moment you're the only person my parents don't know exist. Just give me a few days to sort things out."
"Alright Atemu," the black-haired model said as he stood up from the couch, rubbing his temples in hope of soothing a headache.
"Thanks Otogi," he heard just before he exited the room in search of something to drink.
"What do you mean you can't find his car?" Mrs. Kano screeched as she slammed her purse down onto the glass table. "Where are we supposed to get a lead now if your lazy ass can't even find his car?"
The lanky head butler quivered inside, finding his employers rather frightening at the moment. "I'm sorry ma'am, but he must've taken off the locater on the back bumper; he doesn't want to be found," he tried to reason as calmly as possible.
The women's rage didn't simmer down in the least however. "Well of course he doesn't want to be found you imbecile! That's why we need to find him!"
The man took a cautious step back when Mr. Kano turned to him, showing off his well bruised jaw. "Look, we don't want the police involved this time around; so we're solely depending on you. If our son isn't here within the next forty-eight hours, you'll be jobless."
The butler gulped silently, nerves in his belly going haywire as Mr. Kano gave him a threatening look. "Y-yes sir," he stuttered, bowing slightly before scurrying off.
Mrs. Kano all but growled as she watched the lanky man run away. Atemu had been missing for nearly a day and a half now, and they weren't anywhere near his trail. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she stiffened when two familiar hands rested on her shoulders.
"I'm not in the mood dear," she said between gritted teeth, and her husband immediately backed off. "I can't believe the staff that we hired."
Mr. Kano nodded in agreement. "Right. But don't worry Rana, we'll find Atemu, and he'll be punished accordingly. If it'll make you feel any better, I've finished all of the paperwork for the new house; once we locate Atemu, we can move immediately."
That statement seemed to lift his wife's mood considerably.
Yugi looked at the slip of paper in his hand and stared back up at the apartment ahead. Atemu had called about four hours ago, claiming that they had to see each other again. Yugi was quickly given Otogi's address, the smaller just barely able to catch it all his boyfriend was talking so fast.
"I hope this is the right place," Yugi muttered to himself as he stepped up to the front door, taking a quick glance at the paper again. He rang the doorbell, and silence met him first.
He was about to ring it again, but the door creaked open, revealing one crimson eye, and its owner seemed to realize that it was only Yugi, for a hand shot out in a flash, grabbing Yugi's covered wrist and pulled him inside, slamming the door shut behind him, at least three locks on its heels.
Yugi blinked at the odd behavior his boyfriend was displaying and was about to question it before his lips were crushingly locked to Atemu's. Yugi let his eyes widen as he felt the desperate need from the other.
"Atemu, give him some air sometime soon," a slightly familiar voice drawled out suddenly, making Yugi jump.
Like he was scorching hot, Atemu jumped back from Yugi, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. He had almost forgotten that Otogi was here still. "Sorry," he mumbled embarrassedly.
Yugi smiled back, taking Atemu's hand in his and pecking the other on the cheek before he was pulled into the small living room portion of the apartment. "You seem skittish," he observed, smile still in place.
"Who wouldn't be if they knew their parents were sending out a crazy search party for them?" Otogi voiced before the tri-color haired model could, Atemu in return sending the other a glare.
"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" Atemu hissed over his shoulder at a smirking Otogi.
"Not until four; another half hour," the green-eyed model replied.
"Of course," Atemu sighed grudgingly.
Yugi rolled his eyes at the two before taking Atemu's hands in his again, gaining the other's attention. "Is there something - other than your parents - wrong?" he asked worriedly.
Unexpectedly, the other smiled softly, his scarlet eyes glowing. Pressing Yugi's side up into the arm of the couch, Atemu said, "I missed you. I haven't seen you for days."
Yugi rolled his eyes again. Atemu could be so overdramatic sometimes. "It's only been a day and a half."
"See? That's way too long for me."
Instead of rolling his eyes for what seemed like the umpteenth time, Yugi merely smiled appreciatively and let Atemu cuddle up to him for the time being, ignoring Otogi's fake gag noises in the background.
"So what have you been doing here anyway?" Yugi asked curiously, running his hand through Atemu's silky hair, subconsciously feeling Atemu pull him down inch by inch.
"He's been sitting on that couch, eating, sleeping and every five seconds, looking out the window to make sure his devil possessed parents aren't nearby," Otogi answered for Atemu yet again. "You should've seen him the second I let him in, it was quite comical."
Yugi tilted his head, curiosity getting the better of him as he let out a soft chuckle at the explanation. "So what did you do Atemu?"
This time, Atemu rolled his eyes, sending yet another unnoticeable glare at his black-haired friend. "The second he accepted my explanation, I ran in, closed all of the blinds and seriously barricaded the front door."
"With what?"
Atemu sighed, remembering how angry Otogi had gotten, but replied nonetheless. "The couch, his laptop, the television, a lamp and his hairdryer."
From behind the kitchen counter, Otogi shook his head. "I told him that he was crazy."
Atemu sat up abruptly, gazing at the other. "Not as crazy as when you tried to hook up with that girl, telling her that you bench press three hundred in two minutes."
Otogi flicked back a strand of his hair. "At least she pitied me when I nearly passed out though; I still got a date."
"You're an idiot."
"Thank you. I gotta go, probably much to your relief," Otogi announced, rolling his eyes as he grabbed his keys. "I should be back by ten if you want to know." He was out the door within ten seconds.
Yugi giggled softly, jumping a little when Atemu turned back to him sharply, an eyebrow raised delicately. "What's so funny?" he questioned seriously.
"Do you and Otogi usually quarrel like that? You seemed like such good friends at the agency a couple weeks back," Yugi said, leaning back into the couch.
Atemu scooted nearer to Yugi. "Since the day I'd met him; don't worry though, we mean none of it."
Yugi smiled snuggling closer to his still somewhat secret boyfriend. "Do you seriously plan on staking out here for the rest of your life?"
The model sighed at the new subject. "I know I shouldn't, I wouldn't want to burden Otogi forever. Probably just until I can figure things out and know that my parents won't do anything too drastic to you."
Yugi frowned, furrowing his eyebrows together. "Just what exactly do you think your parents will do to me? They have no authority to even touch me," he inquired. "I would think that you were worrying about what'd happen to you," he added, feeling Atemu's arm curl around his waist to bring them closer.
Atemu sighed, leaning his head atop of Yugi's. "I know that they won't do anything to you," he said truthfully. "I've probably just watched too many drama/action movies that involve kidnaps. Besides, I'm always worrying over you." He snuggled into Yugi's sweet smelling hair, drawing out a gentle smile from the other.
The smaller of the two leaned into the soft touches and replied, "Well, you should start worrying more about yourself; my wellbeing is fine."
A couple minutes of silence passed, the two lovers curled up contentedly on Otogi's couch. Atemu was the first to sit up and hop off the couch.
"Want to mess up Otogi's room?" he asked with a smirk ever so slowly creeping up onto his face.
Yugi curled his toes in his shoes, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Sure." And within seconds, the duo was flying into the black-haired model's room.
Mai fussed with her hair, shouting 'I'm coming!' subconsciously as the annoying doorbell rang repeatedly. Dashing down the stairs in hopes to see her newest boyfriend waiting on the other side, she was sadly met with a somewhat familiar couple.
"Hello," she greeted. "How may I help you?"
"Ms. Valentine, right?" the stony looking man asked courteously. Mai nodded and the man continued. "Is you...nephew...Yugi home?"
"May I ask who you are?" the blonde questioned quickly, the two faces still not coming to her.
"The Kanos; Atemu's parents," the petite women answered shortly, her crimson eyes blazing wildly.
"Oh, yes, I remember now," Mai said more to herself than the couple in front of her. "I'm sorry; he left about an hour ago to see someone."
Mai realized that the two didn't seem to be the two happiest people on the planet at the moment. They were both terribly stiff, and anger radiated off of them quite clearly.
"Do you know who this someone is per chance?" Mrs. Kano asked harshly, her words coming out like acid.
The photographer let her weight settle onto one leg as she continued to stand. "Well, I believe that your son called earlier, and Yugi wrote down an address..." she started to say. "But what do you want with Yugi?" Had her nephew done something to upset Atemu's parents?
She knew very well that Yugi and Atemu had something going on, although nothing had been announced to her yet. She could definitely tell though when she talked to Yugi; especially when it was about the wild haired model.
"Atemu's been missing for about two days now, and we can't find him. Apparently he's not here," Mr. Kano explained, his fists clenching as he spoke. "That address would be most helpful."
"But why are you asking for Yugi?" Mai pressed, wanting to know what exactly was up.
Atemu's parents were silent for a couple moments, obviously trying not to speak of a certain subject. Though, the women was first to speak.
"Ms. Valentine, I don't know about you, but we certainly don't approve of a same sex relationship. We caught Atemu and your nephew together, doing some...ungodly things," Mrs. Kano explained, her words full of hatred and force.
"I don't mind at all," Mai commented quietly, not quite sure if the two caught it.
Apparently they didn't for Mrs. Kano continued, "Atemu is already dating anyway, and is not following what we tell him to do. He's overly upset about the coming up move and is resisting to what we know is good for him. We suspect that wherever your nephew is, Atemu is." She reached her hand out delicately, sending a silent glare at the photographer. "If you'd be so kind."
Violet eyes darted down to the outstretched hand, going through the women's words. She totally respected the couple's choice in relationships, but saying that Atemu and Yugi couldn't be together anymore? Mai shook her head, smiling nonetheless. "Of course, though I do not know where this address is." She headed back into the house, leaving the seemingly outraged parents waiting.
As she went into the kitchen to where she saw Yugi write down an address hours before, Mai contemplated whether or not she should give them the address.
The thought of her son becoming depressed again reached her mind and she frowned, wondering how that'd affect Yugi overall. But she didn't want to be rude to these two of all people; she could faintly remember them storming into the agency's studio, demanding that Atemu come home.
Shuddering as she remembered their tempers, Mai quickly located the slip of paper with scribbled writing and copied it down onto another piece of paper. The women did say that they thought that the move would be best for Atemu too...and she didn't want to interfere with such matters.
Placing a smile onto her lips, she hurriedly returned to the awaiting couple, holding out the paper for them to take. Mai sighed annoyed as the paper was harshly snapped out of her fingers.
"Thank you kindly, Ms. Valentine," Mrs. Kano thanked, a scary smile placing itself on her face, making her red lipstick look smudged.
"You're welcome," Mai replied, closing the door the moment the couple turned to retreat back to the limo only a couple yards away.
Once the limo was away from her property, Mai let out a breath of held air, wondering what was to come next.
Yugi laughed heartedly as he watched Atemu rearrange Otogi's hair styling products, hiding a couple cans of hair spray and hair gel in various cupboards in the kitchen, hoping that Otogi would mistake it as cooking oil later on.
Within a couple hours, the two had been able to create a lot of fixable damage. Otogi's room was totally destroyed, various articles of clothing scattered all about the room, and the fluffy bed sabotaged; the mattress being turned upside down.
He and Atemu had taken the liberty in rearranging all of the food in the kitchen, placing everything in the cupboards into different ones, in hopes of confusing Otogi when he was hungry.
They had also redecorated the small living room space, shoving every piece of furniture into one corner, and dragging the large green colored rug into the cramped bathroom.
Atemu kept snickering about how mad Otogi would be when he got home.
"You should stop Atemu," Yugi stated with a cheeky smile, plopping down on the couch, reading the clock on the television's many devices. "And I should get home soon," he commented. "It's almost six-thirty."
His simple words of leaving had the model stopped dead in his tracks, and within milliseconds, Yugi was scooped up in Atemu's arms, being peppered with kisses. "You can't leave yet," the model murmured, sitting down on the couch where Yugi previously was sitting.
Yugi kissed back, a lazy smile gracing his angelic features. "I told my Aunt that I'd be back before she was though," he whined playfully.
"Why before her?" the model asked, only half interested as he pulled off Yugi's hoodie sweatshirt so that he'd be able to attack the other's vulnerable neck.
Unconsciously, the smaller arched at the sensation of Atemu's lips against his neck, wanting more. He answered in a quick breath, "She's going out on a date till ten."
"Ah," Atemu replied distractedly, pushing Yugi out of his lap and onto the remainder of the couch, attacking him further with full kisses.
A mental smirk reached Atemu's mind, he knew that he was only doing this to prolong Yugi's stay. He did it all the time, and it seemed to be working excellently yet again. He jumped out of his thoughts however when Yugi gasped suddenly, and he backed off immediately, knowing that he hadn't pulled any tricks to make Yugi react that way.
"What's wrong?" he asked as he looked at Yugi's slightly worried expression.
"Someone's knocking on the door," the smaller answered, and Atemu immediately knew why Yugi had become so jittery.
Otogi wouldn't knock on his door to come in, would he? Maybe he wanted to make sure he wasn't going to walk into the middle of a make out session or something. Atemu glanced at the nearest clock and frowned. It was nowhere near ten o'clock.
He stood up from the couch, watching out of the corner of his eye as Yugi pulled his sweatshirt back on. Walking towards the door, he looked cautiously out of the peep hole to see who it was who was knocking.
His face paled a little as he stepped back and he turned to his already standing boyfriend.
"Hide, Yugi."
A/N: Here's chapter eleven. Too bad that the cliffhanger is too predictable though - pouts-. Stupid writer's block came back unfortunately. Anyway, hope you liked it and please read and review!