Ok...Good news and bad news, which one first?
Icuo Just give them the good news here and then the bad news at the bottom.
Splendid idea!
Good news- I was able to stay T rated, the chapter is long but not too boring. Also I love you crazy people who are still reviewing. I don't hate the people that aren't I'm just saddened by it a little that's all. I'm trying to be a good writer, I really am...but I suck! -sobs-
Funny story: I deleted half the document and had to undo forever to get it back but first I freaked the eff out. T^T
Icuo: Disclaimer: We don't own Yugioh, or ANYTHING mentioned in the chapter, do not sue because we have amazing lawyers!
Um...yeah so, if you're a true blue reviewer, tell me if this sucks or not, please? T-T
Warning: Cursing and I guess semi-adult themes?
Chapter 12: Our little secret
Yugi POV
I was hopping up and down, shouting while Yami groveled helplessly on the floor. "I'm the king! I'm the king!" I exclaimed, feeling on top of the world.
Yami's game room had been grander than I'd first thought. With it being in such a secluded area of the fine manor, I really shouldn't have been surprised. There were shelves beyond shelves filled with games, games I'd never seen before along with games I'd played when I was younger. All of these exotic games varied from video games and more modern technology to a box filled with papers with instructions for games to play without any props.
With that box we could do anything. We could dress up like we had on my first night here, we could play red light green light, heck, we could even play grave yard if we wanted to. Even so, I passed it up. Yami had promised me that I could keep two games and then we could play one together; I'd get back to it later.
As soon as I'd found something of interest I immediately got Yami involved. There were some random sticks set on the shelf, kept together with a regular office rubber band, and a word written in clear Japanese kanji on one stick; Yugi had immediately known what it was. "Yami, can we play "King"?"
Yami tilted his head, blinking at me. "Uh…sure. You know the rules right?"
I nodded, smiling softly. "You put however many sticks for the number of players in the player with the biggest hand's hand to eliminate bias, then you pick a stick, and if yours says "King" on the side you're the king, if yours is blank you have to do whatever the king says for a day." Yami nodded in agreement with my explanation,
"Correct, but let's just make it an hour today ok? I promise we can play the full version another day." He negotiated, coming closer to grab the sticks since we both knew his hand was the biggest already. But for me, as a kid, an hour was just too short. It'd probably be too long if I were the servant. But I was confident in myself, and I had this feeling that I would win; not because I'd never lost before, but because it seemed as of late my luck had been running high.
First, I was place into the foster care of a family that's so nice to me it makes me smile more than I have all my life, next, I have a brother who treats me as such, but also like his partner, making us a team, my brother was very near a superman figure in my new life, and to top it all of he had a game room that made me want to drool rainbows. What more could I ask for?
I could probably ask to win this game and not be a servant to anything my foster brother might have in mind, but that'd just be too easy. "Make it two hours and you've got a deal." I negotiated back, seeming to catch Yami off guard as he blinked at me widely. But his shock turned to smugness in the blink of an eye, a smirk hazing his features.
"Confident you'll win? Ok, two hours it is." He agreed swiftly, holding out for sticks to me at once. "I've made the game a bit more interesting though. Instead of once, we get two chances to pull out the king, sound fun?" I nodded eagerly, finding this helpful and also a crippling move for Yami to make, it'd help him win against me if I pulled a servant stick first, but it still made no difference if I pulled the king on the first go.
"Alright, pick a stick." He instructed firmly, staring me down like an opponent would. I gulped back my fear, the first thing coming to mind from Yami's stare being the phrase 'I dare you' and it scared me a bit; but not enough for me to back down. My pale, shaky, hand hesitantly reached out for one of the sticks, noticing the slack in Yami's grip as my finger brushed again one. I looked him in the eye once more before pulling the stick out.
Servant. The stick mocked me as I pouted in my disappointment; my decision to make it two hours suddenly gnawing a hole of regret in the side of my skull. Nevertheless, now wasn't the time to be worried, I could still try to make a quick recovery. I couldn't lose, Yami would make me do thing I didn't want to, it'd probably be something mean that I couldn't slap him for.
Yami had finally drawn his stick. He'd also got a servant, so I could possibly win the game. I had to give it a shot.
And so my draw was what got us in the situation we were in now.
"Ok, ok, I get it Yugi, you're the king…" He murmured in his defeat, giving me a soft glare since he wasn't prepared to lose. I grinned up at him now that he'd gotten to his feet again after groveling in his downfall. "What do you want me to do?"
I thought for a minute, wondering just what Yami had to offer me. I wasn't much of an 'I depend on my servants for everything' person, but who'd pass up on a chance to be waited on just a little? He could afford to be just a little selfish right? "Um…I want you to call me master instead of Yugi and um…carry me on your back." I requested shyly, feeling a bit uncomfortable ordering him to do…well, anything. It didn't feel right, I felt despicable.
"Alright, little master, hop on." I felt my cheeks heat up slightly from embarrassment as he made a mockery of the name I told him to call me. He smirked at my pouting face as he crouched down to let me on his back. I really felt like smacking him upside the head, but I was more aware of the fact that my ability to take a joke was a bit slim. To work on that I had to let something slide; this little slip up would do for now.
I rolled my eyes and leapt onto his back, his body jolting slightly. Yami's grunts a little underneath me but I'm sure he's alright, besides he deserved it for calling me little. Once he was standing straight up, giving me a better view of the room I requested him to go further into the room so that I could pick out a game.
Yami complied with a nod of his head and we began moving around his oversized game room as a unit. I found exciting and hilarious. Yami was like my own personal 'Rock'em Sock'em Robot' with three to four settings. When I'd tell him to move left or right I always did it a second too late and he'd end up snagging himself on the end of one of the many metal shelves; making me laugh madly into his wild locks.
At first Yami was a bit irritated by this, but it seemed after I was done laughing he seemed to have calmed down; sometimes he'd laugh with me and his tenor like chuckles would make me smile.
I might not ever tell Yami, but when I'm with him I feel like I can be happy, no matter what. He's always with me though. Making sure I'm ok, making sure I don't get lost, making me laugh, making me smile, and teasing me. And, in these kinds of moments, I just want to always be near him, wanting us to always be together, laughing and having fun.
A lot of the time, I also want to think Yami has the same thoughts.
After about thirty minutes, since Yami had a clock hanging on the wall farthest from us, I'd finally found two games that satisfied my tastes. However, Yami was trying his best at persuading me to put on of them down.
"Why can't I play Call of Duty!?"
"Because it's not…good for you; it'll give you nightmares." He explained, gripping the game in my hand and tugging at it to get me to release it.
I began to tear up. "But Yaaaami!" I whined loudly, pulling on the game too. "Please?!"
Begging didn't seem to be working as he yanked harder than me and pulled it out of my hands,h aving little recoil from the rough tug, like it was an effortless matter. "Yugi, Mom and Dad would kill me if they knew you were playing a shooting game. Not only that, but this is one of my favorite games and I don't want you to break it or anything." He defended, putting the game back on the shelf to rest between Call of Duty 2 and Mortal Combat, another one of my favorites.
I had to admit, I felt a little hurt that Yami thought I'd break something just because I was younger than him, that wasn't fair. I was a lot more mature than most ten year olds sometimes; it just depended on how I was feeling on that particular day. Sure I could be a little sensitive sometimes, but this was just going too far. Blood, death, and gore didn't bother me that much; especially if I was the cause for it. I'd never do any of the stuff in the game in real life so what was the problem?!
"Yami, please!? They don't have to know, we can keep it a secret."
Yami rolled his big crimson eyes at me and kept walking, lugging me away from the shelf on his back. "Sure sure, and then you'll have a nightmare and Mom and Dad will ask what it was about and you'll tell them, then they'll just "know" I did something to you. No. I'm not doing it. Pick something else." He strained, his shoulder becoming rigid under my arms.
I watched the game get farther away like a horror movie, tears coming to my eyes. "Yami, as your king, I order you to let me play that game!" I tried again, pounding my fist down on his broad shoulder.
When he immediately halted to a stop I nearly fell backwards. I could see his hands curling into fists on either side of him, his body temperature rose at an alarming rate underneath me, and his head swiveled from side to side.
For a split second, I was afraid. That same feared that I'd known all my life coming to the surface, he looked ready to hit me or scream, or something. Without realizing it, I flinched and my body became tense, preparing to be beaten or yelled at.
But, neither one came. Before I knew it, a cold plastic was being nudged into my hand. "Here, you can play, but if you have a nightmare come in my room and don't tell anyone. I'm dead serious, Yugi." He stressed, nudging the game in my hand again.
Something in me had snapped though, I couldn't grab it, I couldn't clench my fingers, my vision was getting blurry and my lip began to quiver. I couldn't breathe, and every time I did manage to get a breath in it was through a constricted tube of anxiety.
"Yugi? Are you alright?" I nodded into his crimson tips, feeling tears beginning to slip down my face. I knew what sadness felt like, but this wasn't it, this was something else.
I gripped the video game finally pulled it away from Yami and against my chest, right where my heart was supposed to be; or at least where they told me it was when I was in kindergarten. My gaze turned soft and I tried my best to wipe my tears away in Yami's wild hair. "You're a good brother, you know that right?" I said sincerely, distracting him from my crying.
"How? For giving you the game? I only did that because I'm playing the king game fairly." He stated nonchalantly, going over to the large flat screen TV and the bean bag chair's to pop in the game.
I shook my head and hugged him around the neck gently, making him stop in his tracks. "No, it's not that. We don't have to play if you're worried about getting in trouble. We can just play 'Just Dance' if you want." I offered, putting the Call of Duty case down. However, Yami seemed confused as to why.
"You did all of that begging and pleading for nothing?" He asked in disbelieve, swiveling his head to try and look at me, but upon failing taking up just turning his head to the side in my direction.
I shook my head and smiled softly. "I'd rather have you happy than make you angry with me."
There was a pause, nothing but silence and the sound of the ticking clock being heard. When about a minute had passed Yami proceeded to practically drop me on my butt in one of the beanbag chairs before turning to me quickly; not letting me get up. His crimson eyes bored into mine and his brow furrowed; curiosity and compassion flowing steadily to me as he began to speak.
"Yugi, I wasn't angry at you, nor could I ever get angry with you. It's completely impossible. Alright?" He pleaded with my eyes, trying to convince me.
But, I had already perceived otherwise. "Yami you were so mad I thought you were going to hit me…." I confessed brokenly, watching his eyes widen before mine went to the floor; after which Yami knelt down in front of my and pulled be harshly into his embrace. I yelp slightly and squirmed in his hold, even though it felt warm and I just wanted to sink into it and let him hold me.
Yet, he squashed my hostility into nothing instantly as soon as he held me tighter and began petting my head. Just like that I was putty in his hands and I let myself break down, wrapping my arms around Yami's thin waist. I didn't know how to explain it; it just felt too safe in his arms for me to want to escape. I also discovered while being hear that hug were like kryptonite and not at the same time. Instead of running from all the people in the house trying to hug me I'd find myself asking if they'd hug me instead, wanting the loving embraces as bad as children wanted candy from the candy shop.
When Yami realized I wasn't trying to run anymore he whispered into my ear. It was hushed, fierce, and it left my cheeks glowing with embarrassment. "How could I live with myself if I ever hit my cute little brother?" He teased, purring into my ear.
When I shivered just the slightest, I pouted and attempted to push him away, only succeeding in getting him to stare me full in the face. A playful grin decorated his features and his crimson eyes narrowed at me. I wouldn't be intimidated though, Yami didn't scare me…well not right now anyway. "I was serious Yami!" I cried out, struggling in his hold once again.
However, I'd underestimated him and he had me wrapped in his arms again without even giving me time to blink. As soon as I realized this a felt a pang in my heart and it was unmistakable, I absolutely loathed how week I was to people bigger than me.
"Yugi," Yami called me out of my turmoil ridden thoughts to look up at him; his chin blocking most of my view. "I was being serious. I could never hit you…and if I ever did…" He paused, tilting his head down and watching as I gapped at him, waiting for him to finish. I'd never seen the crimson in his eyes go so dark before, so filled with…what was that word? It started with a 'P'. I discreetly shrugged it off. It wasn't important. But whatever was making Yami's eyes do this, it had to be important.
Just by leaning in Yami stole a kiss from my forehead and began to nuzzle the bang I held there softly. With how close we were I could hear his heart beating loudly; but why? Was he sick? He didn't look any paler than usual, and he also didn't seem angry. So what could make his heart beat so loudly that it nearly tore my eardrums apart with the want to help in silencing the noise?
"Let's not talk about this anymore ok? Want to play Call of Duty?" He asked me politely, that shine of life in his eyes again as though it'd never gone away. I had the urge to smile and agree, but that was marred over by the warmth I felt for my brother at that moment.
Promising he'd never hurt me, that he'd never get angry with me, and proving that he was willing to let me have what I wanted in the name of sportsmanship and fairness; he may as well have given me the world on a gold platter with specks of silver shredded on it as a spice. I wanted to return the favor, just to show him that I could be just as honorable as him.
In no consideration for the consequences, I hooked my arms around my elder foster brother's surprisingly firm neck and leaned up to kiss his cheek, parting my lips slightly before closing them around Yami's flushed skin. I could hear Yami's breaths quickening steadily as I proceeded. A light gasp was all that I received as a response to my actions, and the red that glowed bright on the flesh I grazed with my lips was the only sign I had that Yami wasn't going to push me away and that it was up to me when it had to stop.
Frankly I stopped the moment I heard the door burst open; not that I really wanted to. Yami's cheeks were quite warm and the heat on my lips was tingly and it felt rather pleasant. But one of the butlers had come in, unannounced and left me disappointed and pouty.
"Young Masters," Icuo interjected shyly, taking cautious steps into the room as he scrutinized our position. From his point of view I suppose I looked like I was pulling Yami down to me; and though I hadn't notice before it was clear Yami was sitting in between my legs. This position would probably be gross to anyone who didn't know what had been going on beforehand; so I could only guess that's what the look was about. "I didn't mean to intrude upon your activities, but, your friends are here. All of them." He announced, bowing to both of them at the door.
Yami was apparently quick to get rid of him for he hastily thanked him and told him to shut the door on his way out. But before the butler could leave I called out to him, having something to say. "Icuo, I told you, my name is Yugi. Not master. Yugi. Learn it and use it, please." I reminded him gently, watching him fidget slightly.
He frowned considerably and nodded, leaving afterwards with not so much as a word.
I sighed before turning my head back to Yami who was flushing a scarlet red color, his eyes still locked on the door. I took it upon myself to tap on his cheek in any way I could, trying to get him out of his daze. "Yami? Yami! Are you ok?" I called out, adjusting to look him in the face worriedly. After a couple of minutes his breathing went back to normal and his eyes blinked to look in mine. But the redness in his cheeks didn't fade.
"I-I'm ok…but why did you just kiss my cheek?" He asked, fidgeting slightly and looking away from me, the blush on his face making him look a little embarrassed.
Immediately I went on the defense and my hands dropped from his cheeks. "Was it bad? I didn't mean to embarrass you; I just…wanted to thank you for being so good to me, no matter how much you tease me sometimes." I admitted shyly.
Yami shook his head. "I didn't dislike it…but for my sake don't do it anymore ok?" He smiled at me apologetically. "A hug's just as good right?" He asked softly, wrapping his arms around me as an example.
I wavered slightly before nodding, hugging him back. I couldn't help being a little disappointed, I liked kissing Yami's cheek; it made him all warm and cute. How could I resist?
Yami pulled away shortly after, his cheeks finally having drained of their unnatural color, and a smile on his face. "Ok, now let's go see the others; they're probably waiting for us." Yami convinced me, getting up from in between my legs to invite a cold breeze into the empty space he left. He then crouched down, showing his back to me. "Hop on."
Obediently, I hopped onto his back and held on tight. I grinned big and pointed to the door. "Blast off!"
"Yugi I'm not a rocket."
"You are now, up up and away!" I commanded, my two hours of service not being up yet. Even with his minor complaining he sped to the door quickly and opened it like his life depended on it before stomping out; racing down the halls.
We were both laughing so hard the whole time I thought our lungs would collapse before we got to our destination. But, as soon as I heard the faint sound of hormone filled laughter and the sound of adult drabble, I knew we were in the clear.
HEBA POV
As I looked around in our close-knit group of friends, I could tell everyone was happy for Yugi and thankful for the opportunity to meet up again. Everyone sat on the somewhat ancient couches and chairs decorated with pink floral print on a creamy white laughing and talking without a care in the world.
It'd been a long time since I'd seen everyone together like this; and to add to it we had more people to add to the circle as well. There was Joey's adoptive mother Serenity, Akefia's wife Icess, and then Tea, who I gladly let have the day off to enjoy the party with everyone. It was as close to a family reunion as we'd get.
Atem's parents had died rather young, and it put a strain on our relationship since he'd been really close with his mother most of all. But, as they say, time heals wounds. With the help of our friends and anyone willing to comfort us after such a hard time we were able to recover. It wasn't very long before we had Yami. Now we had Yugi, he completed this family so very much sometimes it makes me want to cry.
A nearly antique bottle of wine was poured out to the very last drop into seven perfectly crystalized wine glasses. The wine was aged to perfection and each glass was filled not even a quarter of the way. This stuff was strong; if anyone could drink half the glass with intoxicating themselves it would be in the world record books for years. Everyone picked up their respected glasses, all of us doing our best not to take a sip until Atem had finished the toast.
"My friends and family, we are here tonight to celebrate my son Yugi's triumph in the evil ways of fine education. We worked our asses off getting him in the school and he unnecessarily paid us back. We're proud of him, and we hope to have many more things to take pride in from our sons in the coming future." He concluded, raising his glass to our friends before raising his glass to me independent from the one he'd given our guests; one that included him winking at me with that smirk that got my cheeks rosy and red.
When I refused to smile he pouted and his eyes began to cross to look at his tanned nose; and if you didn't know, that when I lost it and my face cracked into a huge grin. Atem wasn't my husband just because I loved him though; he was also my husband because he was my best friend, and I knew I could count on him.
Atem shifted his attention back to the focus of the group as a whole and he raised his glass high in the air. "To Yugi!" He announced proudly, smiling in his delight.
"To Yugi!" Everyone echoed afterwards, raising their glasses as well before taking long awaited sips of the fine liquor; Serenity and Anzu hesitating a bit before drinking their own.
There I was about to have a drink myself, tipping the glass near my lips, when suddenly I felt hot breath on my ear and I stopped mid tip to let my eyes widen in surprise. "Put it down." Was whispered into my ear playfully, my body relaxing as I had no choice but to recognize the sweet baritone voice of my lover. I sighed heavily before letting him gently take the glass from my grasp to put back on the table.
Whenever it came to alcohol Atem would treat me like a child. I wasn't the best when it came to drinking; in fact if I even took a sip of the expensive wine I'd have gotten tipsier than a sailor. It didn't change the fact I wanted to have a drink with my friends.
Stubbornly I folded my arms and looked away from everyone; now just hopping everyone would get too drunk to notice my sulking. But, I should've known there was only one person who would always notice.
Atem wasted no time in taking me by the chin to look at him, waving his own glass of wine in my face. I thought it was offensive at first and I glared daggers at him; but when he put it down on the table with mine I was confused. "If you don't get to drink," He began, pointing at my drink. "I won't either." He stated pointing to his own drink before giving me a genuine smile that made me blush softly. His deep maroon eyes scanned me like I was the most wonderful person in the world; moments like these always made me feel special no matter what I did.
However, a chorus of 'Aww' shattered that moment, bringing us back to the focus with the fact we weren't alone.
"C'mon, what're you waiting for? Smooch him!" Anzu requested loudly; her glass of wine screaming vacancy. Atem hummed, apparently thinking this over while watching my lips intently. I blushed brighter than a tomato and began pushing him away, seeing as he'd gotten noticeably closer with one arm wrapped around my waist.
Icess butted in too, apparently everyone wanted to see my cheeks burn off. "Yeah! French him!" Atem was smirking by now, pulling me closer and gripping my green shirt to let me know I couldn't get away. I, however, was whimpering, still trying to push him away.
Don't get me wrong, I love Atem, I'd sell my soul just to have him with me for the rest of my life, but I wouldn't feel comfortable letting him molest my mouth in front of our friends. "Can't we take a vote?!" I shrieked, looking to any of them for help.
Only then did Atem stop to think, but his grip on me didn't loosen. "Alright, all in favor of me kissing the living daylights out of my precious husband, say 'I'." Of course Icess, Anzu, and my wonderful husband raised their hands high. Of course this wound be dramatic without me face palming and mouthing the word 'Why?' to Anzu; to which she only smiled and stuck her tongue out at me.
"Anyone that wants to be a pal and help me out here?" I asked cautiously, eyeing my only other companions. Akefia was about to raise his hand but Icess gave him a look and he put it back down like someone had shot at it. Marik however didn't have anyone glaring at him so he raised his hand without a care, along with Serenity who looked rather nervous about voting. I saw one more hand behind the couch, which meant I had enough votes to beat Atem. "Five votes," I said counting my own. "Back away." I glared softly at Atem, making him pout slightly.
"We only have seven people in here though, where'd you get the last vote?" He asked me, looking through our friends; all of them blinking amongst themselves. I myself looked beyond them to the back of the couch.
"Who's back there?!" He called out looking intently to the space between Akefia and his wife where I saw the hand before. But there was nothing there. "Can someone check behind the couch?" I asked softly, feeling fear creep up on me. If it was a ghost, I wouldn't hold back, I would, however, scream like a punk ass girl on her period.
I was more than happy when Serenity took the liberty of checking, swiveling her head around to look behind the couch. Suspense built up as she blinked at the space back there, seeming confused and a bit curious. Craning my neck to try and look with her, I found I couldn't see a thing. "Do you see anything, Serenity?"
She blinked again. "Just two little people; nothing to be scared of." She convinced me, turning back around to face the group. My brow raised high up to my blonde hair line.
"Little people?"
"Yeah, the kids. Seems Yami and Yugi came to spy on the adults." She giggled softly, smiling away; probably tipsy.
At this my eyes narrowed to the back of the couch. "Is that so…boys come out here!" I called to them, not wanting to yell but not knowing if they could hear me.
Even so it seemed I scared them a little because Yugi popped only his head up to look at me, his little violet eyes twinkling at me with tears in their corners. "We're sorry mommy we didn't mean to make you mad. I was only curious about what the adults were doing." He apologized looking so very pitiful and cute. I couldn't help the 'Aww' that came out as soon as I saw his little plump cheeks get so tear stained. Honestly, how could one person be so cute?!
I pushed Atem off me with the little to no effort, since he was just as transfixed on Yugi as everyone else, and I sat up to upon my arms to the little one. "It's ok Yugi. Mommy's not mad, come here." I coaxed him, softening up my eyes to let him know I was being truthful. But, apparently he didn't even need to look since he immediately ran from around the couch and made his way over, still sobbing softly, his small stature just making me coo more.
He hopped up into my lap, wrapping his little arms around my waist and burying his face in my chest, wiping his tears on my shirt. I wrapped my own arms around him and hugged him there tight, not really liking to see him cry. "It's ok…it's ok…you're my smart little man, I wasn't trying to hurt you." I chanted, rocking him back and forth like a toddler. Everyone watching as I did so.
Atem decided to get involved too; much to my surprise. "We've got our smart little man, now where's our strong little man?" He asked loudly, eyeing the couch and grinning softly. To which Yugi shifted in my arms to look to the couch as well. For a moment I'd forgotten Yami was back there too, he hadn't come out behind Yugi either.
When he popped out from behind the couch too, he was pouting and glaring slightly at the little crying boy in my arms. "The young master forced me to come in here with him…I had no choice." He murmured, still keeping his eyes on Yugi. An untold of emotion flash through his eyes and I blinked into their depths wondering what it was.
I tilted my head at him and gave him a questioning look. "The young master?"
Yugi popped his head up at this and I looked down, watching him watch me as he ceased his crying. "Yami and I played King and I won, so now he's my servant, I've got an hour left!" He smiled, brightly.
"Oh…Yami you lost a game?" I asked in surprise, not really knowing my first born to lose at anything. He was usually always victorious, and that why I usually didn't play games with him because I knew he'd win in the end. There's no such thing as 'take it easy on' when you enter his world; the fact that he lost a game could make headlines.
Not that that was a good thing. "Yeah, Yugi gets quite lucky." He said a little more cheerfully than I'd expected; making me narrow my eyes at him a little in my own suspicions. But when he finished talking, Yugi, Atem, and I were shocked. "I'm rather proud of him actually." He said with a small smile, his cheeks getting slightly rosy.
I couldn't help it; I total shut down in a fanboy moment. Who knew Yami could be so cute!? In all these years I'd never seem him blush in such an innocent manner! Dear gods Yugi, you're a miracle worker!
My flamboyant ways had me so caught up that I didn't notice Yugi wiggle out of my hold until he was already run over to Yami, to which the teen looked rather shocked; even more so when Yugi jumped to hug him around the waist, hugging him with a soft smile on his face.
That dull pink in his cheeks earlier grew to a sufficient red as Yugi held onto him tight and nuzzle the area below his collar bone; also looking quite cozy and content with his embrace. "Thanks Yami…that made me happy…" He confessed, hugging Yami tighter.
I could feel my heart going silent before beating once in confirmation. This was just way too cute!
"Moe…" Icess seemed to whisper in agreement with me. Making me nod subconsciously. However Yami caught this and began to blush even more.
"I-It was nothing. No need to hug me so long." He stuttered slightly, only adding to his embarrassment and only making me wish I had my phone out. Why didn't I have it out? Low battery.
"Até," I whispered over to my husband urgently. "Take a picture, please, please, pwease!" I begged to him, poking him in the shoulder and not looking away from the scene in front of me.
However I married this man for a reason. "It's alright Baba, I've already taken several." Gods I love this man. If I wasn't hopped up on cute and there weren't kids in the room I might've tackled him on the couch and let him molest his mouth in whatever way he wanted.
Of course, now that he's done this for me…does that mean I've corrupted him? …Probably not.
Yugi had finally stopped hugging Yami and had now started climbing on his back while Yami just waited for him to get up there patiently, asking if he was good to go. When Yugi flashed him a thumbs up he proceed to head for the door, taking all the Moe with them.
The biggest pout must've been on my face, because Atem wrapped his arm around me and squeezed me to his side, rubbing my arm. "It's ok Heba; Yami'll get over it one day. Just give it time." He assured me, knowing that I knew what he was talking about.
"He'll get over what?" Akefia, one of Atem's closest friends, asked curiously, razing one of his albino eyebrows at us; everyone else following suit on their curiosity.
I didn't exactly want to tell them though; it'd be too much to explain.
But, the center of my world was happy to do it for me. I swear if some women stole this man from me I'd have to bite her god damn fingers off. "Yami's been getting jealous of other people with Yugi lately. He even waited outside the house when I took Yugi shopping for new clothes."
I nodded in agreement. "He looked like a lost puppy." I said aloud, noting my time with Yami while Atem and Yugi were absent.
Atem nodded and continued. "Usually it's the other way around where Yami would be jealous of Yugi, but that's not the case, so we don't know whether to be worried or glad." He sighed, looking in his group of friends. "Anyone got any ideas?"
The group sat silent for a moment, giving each other looks and glances to see if anyone would answer. Apparently this was a no. "Let's just agree to be glad for now and worry later then, ok?" I looked up at Atem, waiting for his answer. After a few second he agreed with me and kissed my cheek.
"You're right; you have bigger worries anyway." He murmured, kissing my cheek again.
I frowned and raised a brow. "Like what?"
"I want a re-vote." I groaned in annoyance and pushed him away, however he only secured me to him tighter making my blood pressure rise.
"No, I won that last time!" I whined squirming in his hold. We were so close I could see the mischievous glint in his eyes and it scared me to death. I needed help, quickly. "Someone stop him already!" I complained turning my head to our company while holding the horn dog at bay.
Yet, no one moved to help me; they just looked away scratching their heads or just plain giving me a blank stare that said 'I don't care'. I sighed. "You guys are jerks you know that right?"
At this however, everyone perked up and smiled at me. "We know." I glared at all of them with my violet eyes before sighing once more and letting Atem go. He immediately came closer breathing against my lips. He gave me a little wink with that smirk of his that made me blush, bringing me back to our high school years. He then leaned in and kissed my lips softly, locking our lips tightly so the group couldn't see the actual.
I close my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck loosely. Now, I never said Atem was a bad kisser, he's really not, but I didn't want to enjoy it too much with our friends watching and whistling around us. I tried to pull away a couple of times, but…I said Atem was a great kisser right?
But, when he trail his hand down to my waist band I knew it was time to stop, so I snapped myself out of it and pushed him off with all of my strength, panting when he finally released my lips. My fingers covered my lips in my embarrassment as I sat up. My heart was racing and I felt butterflies in my stomach, telling me I was still very heavily smitten with the man after so many years.
Anzu was the first to break the awkward silence. "Aww, you guys look like you're still in college, sneaking kisses during class." She cooed, making me blush even more.
Serenity smiled at us and tilted her head. "You guys look so in love." She commented warmly, looking at us both. I glanced over to Atem, noticing that he'd done the same and we looked at each other for a moment before grinning.
"We are."
YAMI's POV
"…then he says; 'I don't know where Timmy is but the dog looks happy with his new bone.'" The blonde japed gesturing to his side where Yugi was as the dog.
Yugi barked and wagged his tongue out playing along and that's when everyone in the room lost it; including me. A little piece of my brain also stored away how cute Yugi could be, but that could be revisited at a later time.
By the time I'd stopped laughing my diaphragm was worn and tapered making me wheeze slightly. "Ok, no more jokes, I don't need to cough up my lungs." I complained hoarsely, feeling a grin begin a slight tear in my cheeks. Fun with just Yugi and me was nice, but having our friends here was great and it made me smile even more. Ever since Yugi'd come here and I'd seen how deprived he was it made me appreciate what I had just a little more. He'd only had Joey to count on then when Joey left he'd said he felt so alone, but I'd always had at least one friend and I could only remember times when they couldn't help me that I'd felt alone, now I had a group of friends and I feel very lucky to have them.
Even Yugi looked like he enjoyed the attention sometimes.
Speaking of which, Yugi was looking at me with that worried expression now, with a tiny frown. "Yami, you're gonna cough out your lungs? You need those don't you?" He asked softly, crawling over on his hands and knees to my crisscross position on the floor. He looked at my mouth curiously and his large amethyst eyes washed over my form giving me a chill wherever they landed.
I smiled and reached my hand out to pet his head, letting my fingers ruffle his fine locks. "Don't worry; I'm not giving them up that easy." I told him, putting a smile on his face.
He smiled back fortunately appearing quite relieved. "Good, if you coughed those out I don't know how I'd be able to put them back in." I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped me at this, the image of Yugi sticking his hand down my throat potent in my mind. He joined me for a short while before Téa came to get him, raving on about wanting to braided part of his hair. The little one had tried his best at declining without hurting her feelings; but, apparently that just made things worse since she recommended he wear makeup too.
I didn't exactly trust Téa alone with Yugi since that night she'd let him get attacked by the two goblins of women from my kitchen. She hadn't protected him and I'd ended up doing that myself. I wouldn't put Yugi in her hands in terms of safety again anytime soon; but, for something like this, I wanted to see what Yugi looked like when she was done.
Yugi was very beautiful for a boy, and I doubt make up would mar that image anytime soon.
Without much warning, as I sat their gazing at Yugi's innocent and fearful face while he watched Anzu get out her kit, Joey sat next to me and whispered in my ear. "Enjoying the view?" He asked me softly, my subconscious not noticing him as an actual entity. I nodded in a daze, still staring at Yugi before seeing the little one look in my direction with an self-conscious smile that wavered at his lips. I whittled my fingers at him and gave him an encouraging smile before sighing.
"So…you like Yugi huh?" At this I finally snapped out of my daze and turned to him with shocked eyes. He was smiling softly, looking at Yugi too. "There was a time, when I first met you, that I thought about Yugi and how you compared to him, you were the complete opposite of him in every way. Then, I thought about what'd happen if you two met. I didn't picture you as the type to fall for a guy, much less fall for someone younger than you with your maturity level, but as we grew older and met Téa I realized there was a chance you might actually have liked Yugi if you met him. I don't know about the whole opposites attract thing but…" He glanced in my direction with his chocolate brown eyes boring into my soul; an involuntary blush developing underneath my own crimson eyes came as a result.
"You two have gotten really close haven't you?" He asked warmly, smiling softly at the glare I attempted. I thought that'd be all and he'd leave me alone about it. But, with Joey, there was always more; and it always came with a start. "You should tell him how you feel. If I was you, and Yugi was someone else, I'd have kissed'em already. You're taking too long man, you're gonna miss out."
I opened my mouth— no, my jaw fell open at my best friend's presumptions and I glared him down. "Yugi. Is. Ten." I stressed, glaring holes into him with demonic disbelief.
"True," Joey agreed with me, shaking his head. "But, it wouldn't be Yugi's first kiss, lots of people liked kissing Yugi, always said his lips were just as soft as they look too." He hinted to me, elbowing me and winking. Honestly, it was taking all of my will power not to punch him; and then some.
"He's also my brother."
"Ah, but you're not blood related, so…"
"Even so, Yugi probably wouldn't want that anyway."
"Have you asked him?"
"Who in their right mind would ask-?!" I was nearly shouting at this point, ready to pound Joey into a heap on the floor. But we were interrupted by Téa 'glamorous' exclamation of "Ta da~!" To which we both turned our eyes in her direction and immediately stopped arguing.
"Presenting Yugi Sennen with his lovely new look." She introduced, pushing Yugi from behind her where he hid away from our sight. He struggled, sure, but even Téa could toss him by his arm with one slick turn of her wrist. What I saw, made my cheeks, down to my toes, completely red.
I could have sworn Téa'd only said makeup and braids. This was nowhere near just make up and braids. First off there were no braids, Yugi's hair was brushed down straight but it was poofy at the top making it look full and giving it body. Yugi's eyes were shadowed with a blue substance that brought out the color of his eyes, and his cheeks were unnaturally rosy. I just couldn't miss the fact that Yugi's rumored to be soft lips were glossy and pink; and one more big problem stood out. Yugi, my Yugi, was in a dress. It was a light baby blue and it went to his knees. It was really frilly at the bottom; making the outfit look even more girly than it already was.
The first thing that went through my mind was 'Where the heck did Téa get a dress?'. Seriously, I wouldn't be surprised if she brought a suit case to my house, but where did she get the dress!?
My second thought was 'Why does Yugi look so cute in a dress?' It shouldn't have been that big of a deal, I did say Yugi was attractive…but gosh I he could get away with going into the girl's restroom; that's just how bad it was.
My third and finally question was… 'Why is the room spinning…?'
"Yami!"
YUGI's POV
I hadn't gotten a chance to take off the silly dress yet, but my hair was standing up proud and I'd wiped the makeup off on my arm. Right now I was just worried about Yami.
It was so sudden, Yami'd gotten a slight nose bleed, and I'm guessing from the steady blood flow he passed out. Now I was patting Yami's face with a cold towel and he was finally awake after everybody'd gone home. I pouted slightly as my stomach growled.
I'd been too worried about Yami to eat anything that anyone gave me, and the cake didn't last very long once Joey got to it. Honestly, to pass up first dibs on cake to look after Yami…he'd better be grateful, it'd been my favorite. But, I guess it would've been sad to eat it knowing Yami couldn't eat it, whether he was awake or not.
Yami wasn't allowed to eat any of the sweets in the house; not even a speck of sugar was to touch his lips. I didn't know why, and no one would tell me, they just said it was best I didn't know. But, that didn't stop me from being curious.
Yami sighed under my touch and leaned up slowly to sit upright in his bed; the black blanket flopping down to the crease where his torso and hips met. He didn't look at me though, and he seemed very distraught. "I'm sorry Yugi, this was supposed to be your day and I ruined it." He said sorrowfully, looking down into his lap.
I shook my head and patted his, flattening the bolt of gold that went up from his hair line. "You didn't ruin it, I'm glad you're ok. You really had me worried…" I admitted shyly, dragging my hand down to his cheek. Strangely, he leaned into my touch and he relaxed slowly.
"I'm still sorry…did you at least get to eat your cake?" He asked softly, seeming to start to doze again my hand like it was a nice soft pillow. However, our peace was interrupted by my stomach answering the question with a mighty growl, making me wince. Yami looked at me with his narrow and intimidating eyes and I found myself laughing nervously.
"It's alright, the cake didn't look very appetizing after Joey got to it." I chuckled timidly feeling Yami narrow his eyes even more.
Yami leaned away from my touch and sat up again. "Why didn't you ask him to save you a piece? He would've listened." He murmured low, almost like he knew my answer before I could even tell another fib.
I looked down at the floor bringing my hand back to my side. "I didn't go down to eat, I didn't leave your side from the moment you blacked out to now…I tried to eat but I ended up playing with my food because of how worried I was about you…" I admitted sadly, knowing it wasn't making Yami feel better. "It's not your fault though; it just means I care about you and I wanted to make sure nothing bad happened…your nose was bleeding and it took half the box of tissues to make it stop and clean it up." I added quickly.
By now Yami was blushing and looking down in his lap again, biting his lip. "I'm really sorry…can I make it up to you? Give you a gift for caring for me?" He asked softly, lifting his head to look at me with his hurting crimson eyes. My heart strings strummed and my heart hung low for that face. He was still blushing brightly and his lip was quivering, I swear it could rival my own puppy eyes.
"You don't have too, but if you really want to I guess you can…" I scratched the back of my head, feeling a little unsure.
Yami nodded and leaned over to the right to the bedside farthest from us. Next to the bed was a small brown nightstand with a simple lamp on top and two drawers. His hand reached out for the wooden nob of the top drawer before pulling it up and taking two things out. I recognized one as a pack of Twinkies, two of the yellow pastries gleaming bright and making me lick my lips; the other object, I could not identify. It was square, golden and shiny; I could already tell it was something valuable and important.
"I'll give you my dessert and an early present. I was going to give it to you when you finished the seventh grade test but…" He trailed off handing the two items to me.
I took them cautiously, glancing from them to Yami multiple times before finally resting my eyes on the gifts. I was immediately disinterested in the Twinkie when the box in my left hand shone bright and entranced me, making me smile. I put the dessert down next to Yami to hold the golden box in both hands, scanning the sides of it like a highly skilled machine; except, this machine didn't know what the heck this was. There were all sorts of pictures and lines on the outside, and one large eyes that caught your attention immediately from just looking at the box.
Without even having to think about it, I lifted the lid and looked inside; the contents had an immediate connection with me.
"A puzzle?" Yami nodded and took the box out of my hands, carefully and with much control for someone who'd been passed out for five hours.
Even so, Yami spoke seriously, almost preaching to me about the golden pieces. "This is the Millennium Puzzle, said to have never been solved and never to have been seen in its final form. Dad told me that the hieroglyphs on the side say 'Whoever solves this puzzle will have their wish granted and the Shadow Games will commence.' Neat huh?" He asked, flashing me an enthusiastic smile.
I nodded eagerly, taking the box back when Yami offered it to me again. It was really cool, like the type of cool you get when you see something so big and huge you wonder how it was made. But, I had to wonder, it seemed suspicious. Why give a ten year old something made out of pure gold? "Why would you give this to me? Wouldn't you want to keep it to accomplish your own goals?" I asked softly, staring down at his disheveled figure.
He smiled at me and proceeded to pat my head like I'd done to him not even ten minutes ago. "I was never able to solve it, and I believe, now that I have you who showed me I can lose just as much as I can win, that you were meant to solve it and have your wish granted. I can't help but be happy for you and hope that your wish comes true." He confirmed, a smile so soft coming to his lips that it made me blush and duck my head; avoiding his eyes at all cost. It was wrong to describe him as dreamy, but that was exactly how he looked, and it tormented my obelisk.
Now that I looked down into the box though, even without touching the pieces, I knew it'd be hard. All of the pieces looked nothing like a regular puzzle; but, if Yami thought I could do it, the least I could do was try. I smiled bright and looked back to Yami, seeing that he'd stopped smiling. "Thanks Yami, I'll solve it and we can make a wish together ok?" I said more than asked happily, visibly making Yami's eyes widen as he blinked at me.
"Both of us?" I nodded, putting the box down on the nightstand closest to me before picking up the Twinkies.
"Where'd you get Twinkies though? I thought Dad said you couldn't have sweets?" I asked him softly, my curiosity getting the best of me.
He shrugged it off and answered me truthfully. "Even though I'm not aloud I get Seto to bring me things ever now and then. I love sweets, but I always seem to act different afterwards, at least that's whatever one tells me, I can never remember what I did and I'm not fully conscious again until a few hours have passed."
I looked down at the Twinkies and then Back to my brother. The thought of him changing into a different person was a bit scary…but it also made me interested and more likely to test the theory. It couldn't be that bad… this was Yami; he wouldn't do anything to hurt me. I nodded along with my thoughts and opened the Twinkie packet, splitting the plastic horizontally before pulling one of the treats out. Yami said I couldn't kiss him on the cheek anymore, so I had to show my gratitude by some other means.
I raised the yellow cake to my mouth, looking at Yami before pressing my lips against the soft and slightly oily treat to kiss it. Afterward, I presented it to Yami's lips with a slight blush on my face. "Eat it." I ordered, watching his cheeks turn pink. It was his turn to blush now.
"I can't, you put your lips on it."
"So? It's my way of saying thank you. You said I couldn't kiss your cheek anymore, this doesn't count then right?" I asked, puzzled by Yami's hesitation. I kissed people like this before so why was he the only one hesitating? Was it because he didn't like me? I thought he said he did.
He still refused, pushing my hand away from him. "Yugi, it's not appropriate, you do that with the person you like a lot, you like me as a brother yes?" I nodded, feeling tears come to my eyes. I felt like I was lying, but it was a dull ache.
"I like you a lot, you're really nice to me, and you're funny looking like me." I confessed, looking at the Twinkie now with a faraway look; feeling all my emotions leave me for a moment. "I want you to eat it, so I can thank you, because words can't express how grateful I am."
"Yugi…" Yami whispered making me wince. It sounded so sad, or understanding…I didn't know but it made me feel a little bad inside. However, felt better straightaway when Yami gave me a nod and bit off the end of the Twinkie and ate it before giving me a smile. "I understand. You can do it this way then," He reassured me, making me perk up, smiling at him. "Just don't let Mom and Dad know, ok? It's our secret." He told me, taking the Twinkie and putting a finger against his lips.
I mirrored the action with a hard wink and a grin to match. He chuckled at my silliness before eating the rest of the pastry in his hand, licking away any of the cream that got to the corners of his mouth when he was finished. I also took the liberty of eating the other one, humming happily as the cool cream squished out of the cake as I bit into it. It really hit the spot after being so scared.
But, when I looked at Yami, he was looking at me funny, his eyes were mysteriously soft, pink stained his cheeks like a tan, and his lips were a bit fleshier than I remembered. "Yami? You ok?" I asked softly watching him scan my face.
What I got back as a reply shocked me. "Meow~" Yami whined, flipping the covers off the bed. "It's hooot~!" He whined more, pouting at the covers on the floor.
I blinked at him and tilted my head. Was he for real? This was not my Yami.
"Yugi-tan~!" The whine of my name shocked me and I stepped back, feeling fearful of the situation. Yami shifted in the bet to get to his knees, digging them into the bed to get to the edge closest to me. "Yugi…I need you, please~?" He begged, giving me teary eyes that screamed for me. Yami's voice had lost it's slight deepness and now he was just plane moaning; and shameful enough for me, I had to admit it was adorable.
Cautiously I edged forward, Yami's arms spreading in front of him to accept me. For the last few inches, I took a deep breath and briskly into Yami's arms, letting him wrap them around me and nuzzle my hair affectionately. But all the while I was thinking about how sugar affected Yami.
Apparently it took some of his sanity.
Yami was purring happily into my dark locks, when I felt his hand sliding lower than it should. On panic mode I began pushing against him, trying to get out of his strong grip. "Y-Yami, don't touch there!" I squeaked. He hummed and looked down at me. I felt the hand on me move back up, relief washing over me as it did.
"'m sorry..." He pouted at me, his eyes filled with an apologetic mirth. His speech was so broken and cute, I had no choice but to let it slide.
"It's ok…"
"Yugi, you sleep with me tonight?" He asked me in what I thought was a childish voice. But I found him wanting me to sleep in the same bed as him a little…pleasant. Even though he wasn't himself right now it wasn't like he's do anything to me.
I nodded. "Ok, but you have to get the blanket, if you don't I'll freeze." I exaggerated. He smiled happily and pulled me onto the bed, making me yelp and flail on impact. I didn't have time to complain though. Yami was already off the bed scurrying over to the black fabric that clashed again the hard wood floor. Once it was snatched off the floor Yami put it against his shoulders like a cape and ran back to me hopping on the bed so hard I bounced. "Hey, take it easy." I complained softly, knowing he wasn't paying attention.
Moments later, Yami was cuddling against me, the light was turned off, and we were under the covers. I was tired so I didn't mind that Yami was holding me so close. Our faces were nearly in alignment and I could tell Yami was ready to go to bed; but he seemed to have something on his mind.
"Yugi-tan?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I have a goodnight kiss?"
My heart skipped a beat and my eyes widened, my ears practically twitching at what I just heard. "What?"
"I want a kiss, it doesn't have to be a long one but…" He trailed off, looking me in the eyes. "Please?" He asked politely, holding me tighter to show he meant it.
I couldn't fight it, I wanted to kiss Yami, I didn't understand why, but I did. Why does life have to be so confusing and hard? Can't I just forget that Yami said we couldn't? He wouldn't even remember. I swallowed hard, my eyes training on Yami's parted lips. "Just a small one, right?"
"If it makes you comfortable." He murmured, his eyes drooping sleepily already. "Just hurry…"
He didn't need to tell me twice. I leaned in, pausing slightly before going in for the kill; pressing our lips together. I didn't anticipate that I wouldn't want to pull away so soon though. It lasted less than a minute, but more than the second I'd planned for it to be. It was weird, but I felt something in the kiss. Something that was just as mysterious as the look I saw in Yami's eyes whenever he looked at me. My heart was jumping so hard in my chest it hurt; but it also let a giddy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Did I have a crush on Yami?
Cliffy~
Moe- Cute moment between characters
Bad news- The story is going to get sad...a little sad anyway. I don't know how I'm going to get to the end, but I'm trying. I'm going to edit every chapter after I'm done with the story, or at least when I get the time.
Some things I found out during the chapter:
Yugioh in japanese is way way better than the american version. Its more dramatic and the Yaoi is practically canon.
I felt like I was literally writing a sentence a day and I felt like I had A.D.D. while writing this. (The reason why some parts aren't editted)
I must be dumb as heck because having a ten year old kiss a thirteen year old is definetly Shota-con, which must make me a fat dude sitting in his house watching small children go at it...I'm a pervert!?
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