Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! nor it's characters. I also do not profit from this work of fiction.
A/N: Surprise?
So, I was secretly piecing this chapter together this whole time and finally decided to post it. I hate not having a laptop and am really close to throwing this phone into a void of some sort.
Hope you like it because I don't think I'll be able to put together the next chapter.
Enjoy.
Chapter Summary: After the disaster with Siegfried, Yuugi looks forward to a seemingly normal day. However, it brings some shocking instances.
Warning: Language, Sensuality
Chapter 14: You Again
That night, Yuugi showered as usual and readied for bed. He found his favorite nightshirt, an indigo shirt with forest-green stripes on the sleeves, and he also pulled on some blue flannel bottoms. Once or twice throughout his nightly routine (but in reality, closer to fifteen), he would glance at his phone with a hopeful look on his face, but seeing no blinking light, he would sigh. Thinking perhaps that his cellphone had shut down because of a low battery, Yuugi finally took it up to check. He pressed the side button, frowning when the screen lit up and the lock screen displayed. There were no missed notifications in his header. With a disappointed grimace, he checked the battery and put his phone to charge. With one last glance, he retreated back into his bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush to brush his teeth.
Bzzz!
Startled, Yuugi frowned at the mirror and shut off the running water, toothbrush still in his mouth. He strained his ears for a moment, unsure if he was only hearing things. After a second, he moved over to the doorway and peered into his bedroom to his phone. He waited for what seemed like forever and jumped when a small blue light from his phone winked at him from across the room. His heart skipped a beat. Rapidly, he scrambled over to his phone, dental hygiene forgotten and grabbed it, unlocking the screen. It was a text and it was from Atemu. Pursing his lips around the handle of the brush, Yuugi hid a smile, and opened it.
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From Atemu:
I just got off work. I have work
tomorrow too, but maybe I could
swing by for five minutes? If you
want me to.
.
Yuugi did want him to. He wanted it more than anything. To see Atemu's gorgeous smile and shining eyes; it was all Yuugi could think about. He only wanted to see Atemu and forget Siegfried and all that that man had done to him. The problem, however, was that if he saw Atemu and Siegfried showed up again, he could very well risk Atemu ending up in a brawl with his ex. That was the main issue; Yuugi wanted to avoid such a confrontation. While Atemu did not look weak, Siegfried was twice Atemu's age. Although lean and slightly effeminate in his manner, Yuugi knew well that Siegfried was anything but weak and he feared that Atemu could get severely hurt. Looking down at his phone, Yuugi sighed. Without thinking it through, he sent his reply.
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To Atemu:
Maybe it's better if you don't.
.
Grabbing the end of his toothbrush, Yuugi continued to brush his teeth as he kneeled on his bed with his phone in his other hand. He did not realize how his text had come off until Atemu replied seconds later.
.
From Atemu:
Oh, okay. I'm sorry if I came on too
strong.
.
For the next several minutes, Yuugi was confused. Why Atemu thought he had come on too strong was beyond him. And it was not until he reviewed his text that he consequentially smacked himself on the forehead. Quickly, he shot off another text to Atemu.
.
To Atemu:
Came out wrong. Meant I didn't think
it would be a good idea for you to
come around when my ex is trying to
pick a fight with you.
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To Atemu:
I'd love to see you again, but I don't
want him causing trouble.
.
As soon as Yuugi had sent that second text, his cheeks heated and he immediately wanted to stop it. I'd love to see you again? Yuugi thought with despair, Really, Yuugi? Incredibly embarrassed, Yuugi covered his face with his hands, but only succeeded in blinding himself with his mobile's light. He set it back on the bedside table and grimaced to himself. Groaning, Yuugi collapsed back onto his bed, wishing he had thought that text through. Instantly, he choked on the toothpaste in his mouth and he gagged, moving off the bed and rushing back to the bathroom to rinse.
x x x
"'I'd love to see you again'," Atemu read aloud for the third time before setting his phone down on the counter by the sink. He hunched over slightly and lifted his foot, pulling off his shoe with a small happy, albeit tired, smile. "He'd love to see me again," Atemu said with a flat out grin. Standing straight, he tossed the shoe aside and turned around, lowering the toilet seat and lid. Sitting upon it, he let out a content sigh as he pulled off his other shoe. "Atemu, my man, you're doing well."
Tossing the shoe aside, he reached over and took up the phone once more. He considered his reply carefully before typing it in.
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To Yuugi:
No need to worry. I won't let him get
to me.
.
After sending the reply, Atemu hummed to himself and leaned his elbow on the counter. He stared at his phone in thought, for a moment, and quickly typed up another text.
.
To Yuugi:
By the way, I'd love to see you again
too. :3
.
As he made to press the Send button, he hesitated as he read over the text. His eyes stilled as they came upon the smiley. While it seemed cute, Atemu was afraid it would seem immature to Yuugi. He definitely did not want Yuugi thinking him immature. Any mishap could send the older man running in the other direction and he would lose his only chance to woo Yuugi. The thought of Yuugi rejecting him was enough to bring dread to the pit of Atemu's stomach. Shaking his head, he decided to delete it, but as luck would have it, he pressed Send.
"No!" Atemu shouted at his phone, "No, you idiot, come back!" He frantically jabbed at the text as it queued itself up, trying to stop it. "How do I unsend? Why isn't there a cancel button!?" Underneath the text bubble, the small circular symbol began to cycle as it sent and Atemu panicked. He pulled up the menu, quickly reading through the options. However, in the dimmed background, the small loading icon disappeared and the time stamp replaced it. All the color left Atemu's face as it paled and he stared at his phone, mouth open in horror, a small disbelieving squeak leaving him. "Fuck." Putting his phone back on the counter, Atemu gripped at his hair and let out a pitiful moan. "Oh, no," he moaned.
Moments of despair later, his phone buzzed on the counter and Atemu looked at it, wary. Hesitant, he reached out to take it. With a deep breath, he held it up to eye level, heart pounding, and looked.
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From Yuugi:
Then I'll be seeing you tomorrow. c:
.
The smiley face at the end of the text brought a wave of relief and giddiness through Atemu's troubled thoughts. He laughed disbelievingly and smiled as a blanket of warmth encircled his heart. The text was closely followed by another, a multimedia message with an attached picture that had yet to load.
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From Yuugi:
Thought you could use it as a contact
picture. Sorry about the bathroom
background. Just showered and the
light's better in there.
.
As soon as he finished reading the message, the photo loaded and the air in Atemu's lungs left him in one swift breath. His eyes widened and his heart thudded in his chest.
Holy shit, he thought, wow.
Staring up at him with a bashful smile and damp, violet curls, was Yuugi. At the bottom of the photo, the neck of his blue shirt was wide, showing off most of his collarbone, one side dangerously close to slipping off his shoulder as though the shirt was far too big on him. Behind Yuugi was the towel rack and the door of the shower stall.
With captivated eyes, Atemu took a deep, steadying breath. Yuugi looked positively delectable in the photo and Atemu found himself incredibly aroused by the blatant display of collarbone. One he had spent at least fifteen minutes worshiping with his lips on their night together. He gulped, a blush suffusing his face as he remembered that night.
There had been too quick kisses, as though the next would never come if Atemu waited too long. He recalled the way Yuugi had tried to slow them down through his gasps, but was unsuccessful as they were both too impatient; the moment they arrived at Atemu's door was a catalyst to the destruction of the dam that held their longing at bay. Yuugi's fingers had slipped into his hair and grabbed at his shoulders, yanking at him to keep him close. At one point, an especially patient tug had landed Atemu a very painful bite to his lip, an overeager kiss from Yuugi. Stumbling through and taking direction from Yuugi when he faltered for too long, their night together had been far from glamorous. But if Atemu knew one thing, he knew it had also been amazing. He had been unable to stop kissing Yuugi, addicted to the way he tasted. At times, he had been consumed by it, only brought back to earth by Yuugi's words.
"Atemu, bed, we need to get to the bed."
"Oh, man," Atemu sighed, shaking his head slightly to clear the lustful fog that had entered his mind. He looked back to his phone and downloaded the image, setting it as Yuugi's contact picture. "Fuck," he breathed as he patted his chest, willing his heart to calm itself. The photograph had caused him far too much excitement and his heart was racing. But though he wanted to spend another night with Yuugi in his bed, showing him exactly how much he desired him, Atemu craved what came after much more.
He ached to hold Yuugi again like he did that night. Warm and comfortable against him, a pliable pillow of man at Atemu's side. Clearing his throat, he winced. It sounded far too loud in the quiet bathroom. As he looked back to Yuugi's messages, he realized that Yuugi needed a photo of him too. Standing, he moved in front of the sink, peering at his reflection.
"Well, you look like shit," he genially said to himself.
His eyes were puffy from exhaustion and there were dark bags under them as well. He could not very well take a decent photograph of himself to send. With a sigh, he searched through his phone, looking for a flattering picture of his face. With a large amount of regret, Atemu realized that the only pictures he had included himself in various silly poses and other immature doings with his friends and his coworkers. Groaning, he glanced at the time and pursed his lips.
"Eleven forty," he mumbled as he swiped to a different conversation, "not too late." Quickly, he shot off a text.
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To Yuusei:
Do you have a good picture of me?
Yuugi needs a contact photo and I look
like crap right now and I don't actually
have any good selfies.
.
It was not long before he got a rather disappointing reply.
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From Yuusei:
i was sleeping
.
With a grimace, Atemu answered.
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To Yuusei:
Come on, dude. It's an emergency.
.
From Yuusei:
u need 2 redefine ur definition of the
word emergency
.
From Yuusei:
and let me repeat myself I WAS
SLEEPING
.
Rolling his eyes, Atemu huffed as he answered.
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To Yuusei:
Well, you're awake now, aren't you? I
need a picture!
.
From Yuusei:
fine. hold on
.
With that, Atemu breathed a sigh of relief and waited patiently, hoping Yuugi had not yet gone to bed. Soon enough, his phone buzzed in his hand and Atemu smiled to himself, reading the message as the photo loaded.
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From Yuusei:
i'll just send that along 2 Yuugi, shall i
.
Before Atemu could even wonder at the fact that Yuusei seemed to have Yuugi's phone number, the picture loaded and Atemu almost dropped his phone in horror. His face paled and he suddenly felt lightheaded as his stomach plummeted through the floor. In the photo, he was standing against a wall, shoulders hunched as he made to drink out of a brown, glass bottle. His eyes were unfocused, one slightly more open than the other, his lips puckered, and his hair mussed. Atemu remembered this picture. It had been the first time he had drunk beer and Yuusei had taken a photo to supposedly commemorate the moment. However, Atemu knew better now; the photo was blackmail for Yuusei to use as revenge for waking him. A woeful pit formed in Atemu's gut then.
"Oh, my god," Atemu said as he began to panic, "you better fucking not." Quickly, he tried to type a message, giving up when he realized it was taking too long. Promptly, he hit the dial button, waiting with his heart in his throat as it connected and began to ring. "Answer, answer, answer –"
"What?" Yuusei grouched in his ear.
"Yuusei, don't you fucking dare send that picture!" Atemu snapped into the phone and on the other end, Yuusei huffed.
"Whoops," he said, though he did not sound too distressed by the fact; an act that caused vexation to burn in Atemu's gut.
"What do you mean 'whoops'?" Atemu demanded, "Yuusei, I will kill you."
"Maybe then I'd finally get some sleep," Yuusei snarked back at him and Atemu let out a despairing whine as he continued, "you know I only keep my phone on for actual emergencies."
"Yuusei, oh, my god," Atemu said as he covered his face with his hand, "I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I woke you! Now please tell me you didn't send that picture!"
x x x
Yuugi was well on his way to Slumberland, when his phone buzzed loudly, ripping him from sleep. Startled, he blinked and rubbed at his eyes before picking up his phone from the edge of the bed and opening his new message. It took him a moment to realize what he was seeing.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," Yuugi muttered to himself before setting the phone down on his stomach. He sat up from where he had settled into bed after rushing to the bathroom for a quick selfie. Breathing deeply, he lifted his phone once more. A heavy, red blush filled his cheeks and his eyes widened. "Oh, my god, this is just illegal."
Staring up at him with a roguish grin, shirtless with plain, green trunks, and an empty beach as a background, was Atemu. His hair and his entire, sinewy torso were damp with water, causing his skin to glisten enticingly. Though Yuugi had seen Atemu shirtless before on their night together, there was something about seeing him posing, hands on his hips with such a cocky grin on his face that made his blood burn with need inside him.
"Jesus Christ, Yuusei," Yuugi muttered to himself, "really?"
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From Yuusei:
atemu said u needed a contact pic
.
"Thank you," Yuugi breathed, before sending those exact words with an exclamation point to Yuusei as a reply. He was deeply appreciative of the picture. Atemu had an amazing body and Yuugi could not deny it. If he spent an unhealthy amount of time looking at it, no one could possibly judge him for doing so.
I'm going to have some very interesting dreams tonight, Yuugi thought before lying back down and sending Atemu one final text.
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To Atemu:
Yuusei sent me your pic. See you
tomorrow, gotta wake up early.
.
With that, Yuugi turned off his phone to keep himself from the tempting desire to continue texting Atemu and settled down comfortably. Sighing, he laid on his side, staring at his charging phone for several moments before closing his eyes.
x x x
The next day, an exhausted Yuugi dearly wished the day was over. Somehow, his cafe had been even more full than usual and he felt like he would drop at any given moment. It seemed like a miracle that he had not yet screwed up and even Jounouchi had to leave the kitchen to help. Yuugi had not had a single chance to sneak a text to Atemu, though he was anxious to speak to him again. Sighing, Yuugi continued to smile, even as his customer complained about a frozen coffee he had most definitely ordered.
"I asked for a mocha frappé," the man argued, his thin face pink with exasperation, "why is it frozen?"
"A frappé is an iced drink," Yuugi patiently explained.
"No, it's a hot drink!" the man snapped, "just give me what I asked for!"
"Right away, sir," Yuugi said and took the drink back with a smile, though he desired nothing more than to dump the frappé over the man's shiny bald head. However, if there was one thing to be grateful for, it was for the fact that Siegfried von Shroider had not shown his face. He had spent several hours worrying, only finally relaxing when he noticed Siegfried had not shown up. He was beyond relieved; perhaps his ex had finally understood that he was not wanted. And the relief was enough that Yuugi would focus on it to get him through the day.
Presently, Yuugi quickly made the man his hot mocha cappuccino and smiled with gritted teeth as he handed it over. "Here you go, sir."
"This place is run by idiots!" the man growled and took the coffee from Yuugi, scowling.
Please don't ever come back, Yuugi thought pleadingly as the man left. Taking a deep breath, he looked to his next customer, surprised to see the woman who had ordered the butter cookies. She wore a light blue pantsuit with white heels, the same pearls as before around her neck. Like then, Yuugi was struck with a sense of familiarity, but he shoved it aside and put on his best smile.
"Welcome to Kame Bakery and Cafe, how may I serve you?"
"Hello," she said, "I called a couple of hours ago for more of those cookies. My husband just loved them."
"Oh, I'm pleased to hear that. One moment," Yuugi said as he went to the kitchen door, pushing it open. "Jounouchi," he called, "order of ghorayeba?"
"Yeah! Hold up!" Jounouchi called back and Yuugi waited as Jounouchi suddenly appeared with a white box, quickly pasting a sticker with the price before handing it over. Yuugi took it with a murmured thank you and went back to the counter where he placed the box and rang it up.
"Eight fifty," Yuugi said, studying the woman's face as she tendered her fare. He still could not place her, but Yuugi was sure he knew her. Her wine-colored eyes and the shape of her face were almost imprinted into his mind, but Yuugi had no clue what her name even was. As he handed over the change, Yuugi considered asking her if she knew him, but a new voice distracted him from his thoughts.
"I'm here, boss!"
Relief filled Yuugi and he bade the woman a good day as he looked around for Juudai. The boy came speeding around the counter and Yuugi sighed.
"Hands," he said and Juudai nodded, speeding away to wash his hands. Turning back to his customers, Yuugi watched as the woman turned to go, stopping short at the sight of the man behind her. Yuugi joined her in her pause, shocked. It was the man who had known his name; the one from outside Atemu's apartment building. He was quite tall, with brown skin and shoulder-length white hair. Dressed in khaki pants and a rumpled, white dress shirt, untucked and unbuttoned at the top; his face seemed to be set in a permanent grimace. Yuugi thought his expression could not become any more severe, but he was proven wrong when the man's eyes fell upon the redheaded woman. His eyes flashed with recognition and his lip curled in a sneer.
"Hey," the man said in a deep, gruff voice, "aren't you the lady who abandoned her kid a few years ago?"
"Excuse me," the woman said politely, completely ignoring his words.
"Nah nah," the man said, waving a hand, "it is you."
Whoa, drama, Yuugi thought with wide eyes. Stunned, he watched as the woman tensed before abruptly walking past him without a word. The bell above the door rang with a new customer's entrance and Yuugi watched her freeze to the spot, her left heel an inch from the floor. She halted again, and this time, Yuugi could not comprehend why. Because the person pulling the door open was none other than Atemu, the young man in lead for his heart.
Opening his mouth, Yuugi prepared to call out a greeting to Atemu; he was quite happy to see the young man again if the giddy feeling in his chest was anything to go by. But upon seeing the look that graced Atemu's face, the words never left his lips.
Stunned, Atemu was frozen at the door, and Yuugi's heart clenched. The look in his eyes made Yuugi's very breath die in his lungs; Atemu appeared worried, almost frightened. He could only stare at the woman with wide eyes, his face pale. But then the moment was gone and Atemu was ripping his gaze away, his shoulders tensing. His expression cleared and he entered the shop, looking for all the world as though nothing had happened.
Clearing her throat, the woman moved as well, brushing past Atemu and out the door. Nervously, Yuugi chewed the inside of his cheek.
It's none of my business, he thought, not my business at all, not one bit, nope –
"Ah," said the man with white hair as soon as his eyes fell upon Atemu, "my son."
A/N: Do not ask for updates. Thank you.