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"Going to meetings, whether it was for business or pleasure, has never been a problem for me. I was used to it. But meeting ones family, especially the family of the person you truly cared about was a trial in itself." - Atemu Ishigami.

Chapter Fourteen : A Dinner! An Admission! A Breakthrough!

Atemu expected several things to occur when he arrived at the Motou home, but one of them wasn't a very excited Azizi knocking him on his ass the moment he stepped through the door. Groaning, he slowly sat up half-way, careful not to knock the small boy over. With a grin, he gently ruffled his nephew's hair earning an adorable grumble.

"Well, hello to you too, Azizi."

"Uncle-"

"Azizi!" Mana stepped through the doorway, and planted her hands on her hips. "What have I told you about knocking people over?"

"But Mama!" Azizi whined. "You do it all the time with Uncle Yuugi and Papa! You knocked Uncle Yuugi over when we came here-"

"Okay, okay," Mana sighed, giving her son a small smile. "You get a freebie, but I don't want this to happen again, alright? It's rude to knock people over like that."

Azizi deflated, his spiky hair drooping. "Yes, Mama."

"Now, Mana," Atemu chided gently, carefully holding Azizi in his arms as he rose from the floor. "I don't mind being knocked over by my favorite nephew. In fact, it's fun."

"He's your only nephew, Atemu." Mana snorted, holding out her hand for her son to take. "And yes, you should mind. What if you're holding something hot and it spills? Or if you're standing by a pool and you get knocked in? Need I go on about the possibilities of charging into someone needlessly?"

"No," Atemu winked at Azizi, who returned it with a bright smile. "Especially when you just described all of the incidents that you caused when you knocked me over when we were Azizi's age."

Mana huffed, stomping her heeled foot in an obvious attempt to not say anything unpleasant in front of her son. "Come on, Grandpa is waiting for us."

"What's he like?" Atemu murmured, descending the stairs behind Mana and Azizi. "He's anything like Yuugi?"

"Sorta." Mana moved aside to let him into the living room, which was simple yet warm with a couch sitting in front of decent sized T.V, a loveseat next to a bookcase which was towering with an assortment of books from romance novels to manga and a coffee and side tables spread out ideally. Seeing how relaxing the living room was, Atemu could imagine what the rest of the house looked like.

The door leading to the kitchen opened and Atemu sucked in a sharp breath when Yuugi stepped through wearing a white long-sleeved shirt with three buttons left undone and a pair of jeans tight enough that Atemu wanted to turn his secretary around and see how well they molded against his-

"Oh, Atemu! You're here." Yuugi stepped closer and Atemu found his eyes drawn to the gentle sway of Yuugi's hips. "Did you find the place okay?"

"Yes," Atemu met Yuugi's anxious eyes and smiled which, much to his delight, earned him a bright blush. He never got tired of embarrassing the little one. "It was easy to find and Mana gave me good directions."

"Really?" Yuugi folded his arms and pinned Mana down with an irritated stare. "If that's the case then I wonder what took you so long to find my place the first time, hmm?"

"That was one time, Yuugi!" Mana hissed, holding up her index finger. "One time."

Throwing his head back, Atemu chuckled softly earning him two stunned stares. "I see you two bicker constantly in your spare time. It's nice seeing you this way." he gave Yuugi a pointed look which earned him another flush. "So relaxed."

"He's such a stiff," Mana grumbled good-naturedly. "I told him he needs to relax at work or he's going to get an ulcer or something."

"You're not supposed to relax at work, Mana." Yuugi chided, struggling not to smile. "I don't get paid to sit and play all day-"

"And just what are you implying, Yuugi Motou?" Mana suddenly leaned into Yuugi's personal space. "Are you implying that I'm lazy? That I don't do my work? Well? Which is it?"

Atemu watched, fascinated and with a bit of amusement as Yuugi zoomed back into the kitchen as if Anubis' hounds were at his heels. He had no idea the little one could run so fast. He wondered if he was on a track team during his school days. That or it was pure adrenaline.

"You should not be so rude, Mana." Atemu chided, turning his eyes away from the swinging door. "You are a guest after all."

"Oh," Mana waved away his words. "Yuugi and Grandpa are used to my antics so it's nothing really to worry about." grabbing his hand, Mana dragged him towards the kitchen. "Now, come on, it's time to meet him."

Atemu was dragged through the door and instantly, like magic, his nose twitched at the different smells that drifted around the kitchen. It smelled so good and he couldn't remember the last time he sat down and had a meal without the intention of having sex with a date or closing a business deal.

"Ah! The man of the hour is here." a deep, rough, elderly voice spoke in the direction of the old, but reliable looking stove. "It's nice to finally meet Atemu Ishigami in the flesh."

Tensing, Atemu turned his gaze and blinked at the sight of Yuugi's grandfather which looked a much older version of Yuugi with the same intense amethyst eyes. He wondered if the elderly man was as cheeky as his grandson?

Bowing, Atemu grinned under his bangs. "Ishigami Atemu. It's a pleasure to meet you Motou-san."

"Good manners this one has," Sugoroku chuckled, grinning and showing a row of perfect teeth. "There's no need for formalities, Atemu -if I may call you that?- you can just call me Grandpa, everyone does."

Rising, Atemu nodded. "Atemu is fine, Grandpa. I just wish Yuugi would call me that. We've known each other for three years and he still insists on calling me, Ishigami-san."

"It's only polite." Yuugi defended himself, setting the table. "I honestly don't see what's wrong with it."

"Everything is wrong with it." Mana muttered from her position next Sugoroku. "I don't even call him Ishigami-san."

"You're different, Mana." Yuugi huffed. "You've known Atemu for years, almost more than a decade in fact."

"And we've known each other for three years, Yuugi." Atemu swiftly countered, coming to help his secretary set the table. "I would think that would be long enough for us to drop the formalities in front of close friends, yes?"

"Well, yes," Yuugi admitted softly. "But you'll have to excuse me when I say I'm slightly uncomfortable with it."

"Amazing," Sugoroku chuckled, interrupting his grandson and Atemu. "I've never seen Yuugi this stiff. The attraction between you two is astounding."

"Grandpa!"

"I meant your connection as boss and employee, my boy," Sugoroku reassured smoothly. "What in the world did you think I meant?"

Instantly, a hot red blush crept up on Yuugi's pale cheeks and Atemu watched, aroused, as it trailed down his neck and down into the open collar dress shirt. His hands twitched to reach over and to see where that beautiful blush ended.

"Stop staring," Mana hissed in his ear, causing him to startle, he swore she became a ninja since Azizi was born all those years ago. It was frightening how quiet she was.

"Look at him." Atemu hissed in return, his eyes never leaving Yuugi, who, at this point, was fidgeting and glaring at his grandfather who was humming away at the stove. "How can I not stare?"

"Keep it in your pants, Atemu." Mana whispered harshly, pinching him in the side. "You're here to impress, Grandpa."

"Are you two alright?" Sugoroku called out, carrying the plate full of food to the table, its contents steaming and Atemu's nose twitched at the smell. "You're both huddled together like you're planning world domination."

"Oh, don't be silly, Grandpa!" Mana giggled, pinching Atemu's side in warning when his gaze drifted back to Yuugi who was giving them an odd stare. "We've already conquered the world, the people just don't know it."

"We'll if you're finished come sit down," Sugoroku waved a hand toward empty seats. "Everything is ready?"

"Even the pie?" Mana asked, grabbing Azizi's hand and guiding him to one of the chairs.

"Even the pie." Yuugi confirmed, staring at the cherry and cream pie sitting in the center. "I hope I won't have to fight you over it again?"

"Is that why half of it was gone by the time you offered me some?" Atemu slid into the seat next to Yuugi, smiling at the younger man who gave him a shocked look. "Did the little one even get a piece?"

"No," Azizi huffed, his green eyes staring at the delicious looking dessert. "Mama said it was too sweet for me."

Atemu grunted, giving Mana a look of disapproval from his seat, he reached a hand out and ruffled Azizi's hair. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you get a piece, okay?"

"Okay!"

"So," Sugoroku cleared his throat and reached for the Chanpuru, salivating at how good the stir fry looked. "Why don't you tell us a little bit about yourself, Atemu? Yuugi has told me your originally from Egypt? What part?"

"Cairo," Atemu replied, wondering just how much Yuugi has told his grandfather. "I moved to Japan after I graduated college."

"Hmmm," Sugoroku removed the chopsticks from his mouth. "College? Where did you go?"

"Harvard." Atemu grabbed a small plate of Hayashi rice, his nose twitching at the smell of beef, mushrooms and onions.

"Ah, I see, Yuugi here was attending Domino University for Business and Music. One of the best violin players in his class."

"Oh? Really?" Atemu murmured, giving Yuugi a curious look. "I would love to hear him play sometime."

"Me too!" Mana cut in, giving Yuugi a stern look. "You should play for us after dinner or better yet at the company party in a few days."

At the thought of Yuugi playing for such a large amount of people caused a surge of jealousy to swell up in his heart. Despite the fact that he hadn't heard the small one play, didn't mean he didn't want anyone else to hear.

"That's quite alright." Atemu found himself saying. "Yuugi doesn't have to play if he doesn't want to." he winked at the smaller man. "Though, in return, you'll have to play for me one day, alright?"

"Alright."

Dinner continued with Sugoroku asking curious, if not a little prodding, questions. All throughout, Atemu found his gaze drifting to Yuugi, who was, unsurprising enough, attentive to everyone and answering a few of his grandfather's questions. It was a shame, Atemu thought, that Yuugi wasn't as loose as he was with Mana. It didn't take an idiot to see that Yuugi was that way because of him. And it was that realization that made him disappointed and dishearten. Of course, he had told himself and Mana when she was nosy that it was best that he didn't persue a relationship with Yuugi, but as he stared at the small older man, it was getting harder to get that persistence stable.

"Atemu?" Yuugi questioned. "Are you alright?"

"Yes," Atemu blinked, smiling when everyone gave him looks of concern. "I'm quite alright, my thoughts ran away from me, I'm afraid."

"Good thoughts, I hope?" Sugoroku questioned airily.

Atemu narrowed his eyes at the sly look Sugoroku was giving him. No, that couldn't right. There was no way that Sugoroku would-Atemu glanced at Yuugi at the corner of his eye and it was much to his mortificaton that Yuugi's cheeks were a hot red confirming his fears. Sugoroku knew of their attraction. Which could only mean...

No, no, Atemu squashed the thought reaching for the Chanpuru. There was no way that Sugoroku set this entire dinner up to convince them of something? The elderly man wasn't that sly.

Was he?

Sneaking another glance another the table, he saw Azizi gobbling up his food, Mana taking more careful bites and Yuugi shifting the food around his plate and at last he turned to Sugoroku who was giving him the most wicked smirk that reminded him of Seto on a good day.

So, was Sugoroku capable of luring himself and Yuugi into a trap? Atemu took another glance at Sugoroku who had started eating again, but that gleam hadn't left his eyes. Snorting, Atemu returned to his own dishes.

That would definitely be a big, giant, yes.

The dinner dishes were cleared and dessert was served and when the pie was set in front of him, he quickly slapped Mana's hand away when she tried to reach for it. He earned a hiss for his actions which caused him to smirk. Lifting a piece to his lips, he let out a small groan as the taste of cherries and cream assaulted his tongue. Gods above, Yuugi was a gardener, cook, musician, and the perfect secretary. He had no doubt Yuugi would be the best lover.

"This is excellent, Yuugi." Atemu murmured, swallowing and reaching for another piece. "It's like heaven."

"T-Thank you, Atemu." Yuugi smiled, before turning to Azizi who was gobbling up the dessert faster than anyone at the table. "I don't need to ask if Azizi likes it. I cooked an extra one for Mahad and please don't eat on the way home, Mana."

"No promises, Uncle Yuugi!" Azizi pushed his empty plate towards Sugoroku in an effort to get another piece, pouting when Mana shook her head. Atemu chuckled at the sight.

"So, what's this company party Mana mentioned earlier about?" Sugoroku questioned. "I take it all of the big wigs are going to be there."

"Yes, it's going to be hosted at my home." Atemu explained. "I just finished off a few quiet business deals and I'm celebrating it with my employees and the few people who had stocks within the companies. It was supposed to be a quiet affair, but I wouldn't be surprised if we had a few party crushers during it."

"Of course not," Mana said, rolling her eyes. "I'll bet you eight hundred yen that Anzu is going to be there. You know how she has all types of connections to get into the best parties and this party is going to be the best."

"Mazaki Anzu?" Sugoroku inquired. "The famous dancer? You know her?"

"Somewhat," Atemu replied vaguely, noticing Yuugi's flinch and frowning at the action. "We knew each other for a bit before losing contact with each other. I haven't spoken to her in a quite a while."

"Broke up with her, eh?" Sugoroku chuckled, grinning roguishly. "I take it didn't end on a good note?"

"Grandfather." Yuugi scolded, frowning at the elderly man. "That's not our business and you've pried enough for the night." Yuugi looked around at the table and smiled at the empty plates. "Is everyone finished?"

"Yep," Mana smiled brightly, kissing a lightly dozing Azizi on the forehead. "I guess I better get this little one home. It's his bedtime anyways."

"Oh," Sugoroku rose from his chair. "Let me get you the pie for Mahad and I'll show you out."

"Thank you, Grandpa." Mana rose from her own chair, gathered Azizi in her arms and kissed Atemu and Yuugi on their foreheads on her way out. "Night, you two!"

"Good-Night, Mana,"

Once the door swung closed, Atemu turned to Yuugi who was gathering the plates with a single mind determination that reminded him of Seto and Mokuba when they working together on something as simple as cooking.

"I'm sorry," Yuugi said suddenly, getting up from the chair with the plates in hand and gently placing them in the sink. Atemu frowned at the apology and stood from his own chair.

"What are you sorry for?"

"My grandfather." Yuugi elaborated. "He's just so nosy and I wasn't sure that you wanted to come over-"

"It's fine, really," Atemu soothed, leaning against the counter top. "I had a good time. I hope we can do it again sometime, but may be it can be just you and me?"

"You and I?" Yuugi repeated, turning on the water and letting it run over the dishes. "If I didn't know better than I would think you were asking me out, Atemu." he tossed Atemu a sly look. "Are you asking me out?"

Atemu chuckled, deep and smoothly. "Maybe. Well? What do you say?"

"Well." Yuugi drawled. "I'll tell you what, how about you and I go to the company party together? And because you said quite clearly that I'm not as relaxed then maybe we can get to know each other a bit better? What do you say to that?"

What did he had to say to that? Going to the company party with Yuugi on his arm was like a dream come true. And if he was lucky then the night would end in passion, but he wasn't pressing his luck on that particular manner. So, in the end he would take what he could get. For now.

"That's sounds great."

A/N : And so, the night ends on a good note.

Next Chapter : Hello, it's us, again.