A/N: The last chapter...just to tie up some loose ends...see the end for more details!
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
When she woke up, it was because of the sunlight filtering through the blinds of his room and in the door they hadn't bothered to close last night. She had always been a bit of a morning person, but considering the dead-to-the-world way he was still sprawled on the bed in deep relaxing sleep, she gathered that he wasn't.
Picking herself up off the bed and squirming out of his arms quietly, she skipped to the doorway, and then looked back at him. He looked so peaceful sleeping...too bad she wanted to wake him up.
Picking up the pants she had tossed aside at his bidding, she flung them back across the room so they landed on him. He startled awake, eyes snapping open while he immediately struggled to sit up.
"Wha...what the...Anzu?" He mumbled, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"Rise and shine, sweetheart," she called angelically from the doorway, still wearing his shirt from the night before, long enough that it brushed about halfway down her thighs.
"Get up whenever you're ready," she added cruelly, then retreated with a laugh into the kitchen where she quickly figured out how to use his coffee maker, and that the only food in this house appeared to be TV dinners and eggs.
By the time she was cracking them over the stove in the skillet, he had dragged himself out of his room to sit down heavily on the bar stool, his shirt and pants thrown on half heartedly.
"Hey," she said with a giggle at his appearance, circle around to kiss his cheek.
"It's too damn early," he grumbled in response, putting his arms on the counter, then burying his face in them.
"It's after seven," she replied critically and he peeped up at her with an incredulous expression on his face.
"Too damn early," he repeated with a moan, rubbing his eyes furiously before dragging his lap top towards him across the counter.
"Oh yah, I promised to Skype Bakura this morning!" She called over her shoulder.
"Doubt he's awake," Yami muttered back, trying to make his eyes focus on the screen, but he opened Skype anyways. To his surprise Bakura's screen name did appear at the bottom of the screen, and immediately after signing in, the 'incoming call' signal flashed obnoxiously.
Clicking to answer, he called Anzu over, tilting the back of his computers built in camera so that it could capture them both they waited for the image to materialize in front of their eyes.
Needless to say, Yami was less then pleased to find he had woken up early to Skype with...Marik? The tanned Egyptian boy was seated in a clean looking kitchen, much more so than his own, and, since he didn't recognize it, he assumed they were at Marik's apartment.
A vague moment of curiosity made him wonder who his enemy lived with, since there was no way he could afford an apartment like that on his own, but he shrugged it aside.
"Couldn't even be bothered to put on a shirt," he growled irritably and Anzu just rolled her eyes as Marik showed off silky skin and thick muscle, staring at the camera suspiciously like he didn't know quite what to do with it.
"Ryou how do I know if it's working?" He asked and the white haired boy came into view, also shirtless though it looked more like he had just dragged himself out of bed, wearing a pair of wrinkled jeans without a belt as he collapsed onto Marik's lap with a groan, burying his face in his neck.
Marik sipped calmly from a cup of coffee, the difference between his messy blond hair and shirtless attire verses his seat on the chair with a pristine mug of steaming hot liquid was almost comical. Ryou, on the other hand, was curled around him as he tried to go back to sleep, grumbling something about the picture on the screen.
His white locks stuck up in spikes all around his head like devil horns, face turned away from the screen. Marik nodded absentmindedly, rubbing his back gently, a cute loving gesture coming from him. Anzu was on the verge of commenting on how cute it was when he glared at her image fiercely.
"It's not cute, he's just tired," he said, cutting her off before she could say a word. She rolled her eyes, jumping up off the stool, though she kept a small secretive smile.
"I'll finish breakfast," she announced to Yami, giving him another quick kiss on the cheek, hand trailing along his shoulder before she disappeared off screen. Her voice floated back to the speakers as she said almost quietly enough, "They are cute though."
Marik snorted in disbelief, but didn't pick a fight with someone he couldn't even see. He wasn't sure about all this Skype business. As far as technology went, he could use the internet, make food, and, of course, drive his motorcycle, but talking on video was just strange.
Rishid would never let it go if he could see him now with Ryou cuddled up to him like a grumpy little kid derived of their nap. It was almost like what you'd expect from a married couple. The thought just irritated Marik more.
At least Ishizu had the common sense to stay somewhere else last night after catching wind of the formal event. She may not have grown up on this continent but she knew enough. As soon as she was gone from the screen, he noted how tired and grumpy Mutou-san himself looked.
"Cute my ass," Mutou-san grumbled, stretching the skin around his eyes hopelessly as he tried to stay awake.
"Your ass is cute though!" She responded with a giggle and he just glowered at the screen.
"How would you know?" He mumbled, too quietly for her to hear, but just loud enough for the mic to pick up.
"Someone didn't get laid last night," Marik taunted with a self-satisfied smirk.
"I take it you two were busy then. Trust me, I don't need the details," Mutou-san simply grunted, and then his eyes brightened as she dropped a mug full of what was definitely coffee in front of him.
"I love you so much," he said in reverent thanks as he drank the boiling liquid immediately as though he couldn't even feel the scalding temperature.
"Doesn't that hurt?" Marik ventured, more for Ryou's sake then his own since it was the mostly dead to the world boy who had insisted on this conversation anyways. Something about him and Anzu having a bet.
"Fuck you," Yami flipped him off, too tired to put up a real argument, running a hand through his wild hair that was even more messed up than usual. Marik eyed it critically, but felt curiosity worm within him. Obviously Mutou-san wasn't exactly a morning person, one with a particularly bad attitude to.
"Excuse me?" He challenged, and then smirked as he repeated the profanity, a glare in his crimson eyes. This started a whole new kind of war –the cursing kind. Marik happily spewed a whole string of profanities against everything except Anzu for fear of his own life in that department.
Mutou-san looked genuinely pissed for once, not just vaguely annoyed, but like a vein would be throbbing in his forehead had his blood pressure been high enough. As soon as the first couple curses came flying out of his mouth though, Anzu was back on screen, sealing his mouth with a disapproving glance though he continued to mumble obscenities under his breath, glaring at Marik on screen.
"Bastard...and you'll...sideways..." Marik only caught some of the words, but he could fill in the blanks pretty well as he grinned slightly. A tired Mutou-san was much more fun than an awake one that refused to get riled up over anything.
Honestly he didn't mind a tired Ryou either, he was still a bit exhausted himself from their love making last night, and he kind of enjoyed talking to their friends while cuddled with him now.
Not that he'd ever admit that.
Yami hated waking up early, but he was almost a little glad that he did today. Waking up to see Anzu posed in the doorway with a smile on her face wearing just his shirt had been a pleasant surprise, the only thing that could have coaxed him out of bed.
The fact that she could evidently cook never hurt either.
Arguing with Ishtar was mildly amusing despite the irritation factor, and that plus coffee roused him enough to appreciate her breakfast efforts. The call ended when Ryou woke up enough to clamber off Marik's laugh with a childish yawn then, blinking wide eyes, proclaimed that he was hungry.
Yami gagged a little on the bruise marks on the pale skinned boys neck that were more evidence of whatever they had been up to last night. Marik ended the call unceremoniously, saying he'd talk to Anzu later and flipped off Yami before shutting the computer down.
Anzu walked over once she noticed that 'their' call was over before sliding onto his lap, ignoring the way the shirt hiked up around her waist as she began kissing him rather persuasively. Everything inside him told him they should just go back to bed right now and forget about breakfast, but the ding of a timer called her attention back to the stove, and he sighed a little contentedly.
He could get used to this, spending the night together then waking up (preferably not so early) to a quiet breakfast, and the making out never hurt either. The eggs were good, significantly less burned then he would have made them, and the tender caresses interspersed with every couple of bites made it even better.
He would have eaten dirt if it meant five more minutes with her.
At the end of their meal he loaned her a pair of jeans and a belt she had to tighten all the way just to get them to stay on, but it reminded him of how she looked in those cute overalls she wore the first time they met outside of school.
She called home to make sure no one was there then he drove her over and let her get dressed properly. Finally he took her out on their first official date, something he had been waiting to do for a long time.
It wasn't special or fancy, but it was good simply because they were together and being together after all this time was all either wanted for now.
After all, this certainly was only the first of many, many dates to come.
A/N: And that...that is the end! I hope you all enjoyed this story, and final advice and thoughts about it would be appreciated. I enjoyed writing this so much, and loved sharing it even more. All the feedback was wonderful, so I have to say it again: Thank you my lovely reviewers! You're all wonderful; it makes me so happy just to know you're there! (Oh, and anyone who notices the YGOTAS line in this story and reviews about it will totally make my day!)
As a side note to those of you who DID read the Marik/Ryou scene last chapter and have been paying attention to that storyline, and maybe noticed several missing details, know that starting promptly...today...the companion fic to this story entitled "Everything" will begin its posting journey. Like this one, it will update every Tuesday, so long as I am able :) I'm sure it won't be nearly as popular as this one, but every little bit of support counts, and I would love, love, love if some of you would at least give it a chance!
And with that in mind...I give my final adieu! Thank you all so much!
~Elle!