12/26/03

Dance
Chapter Five: Sure

~*~
Yami tugged on Yuugi's limp wrist, dragging the younger down the street. The day's activities had done nothing to his mood; Yami was still as bouncy as ever. At least, that's how Yuugi described him.

...Mai has a male bimbo for a boyfriend. A male, bouncy bimbo...'

Mai was strutting alongside the dopplehangers, taking a brush out of the small purse she held at her waist and fixing her curly, wavy and thick blond hair in long, slow strokes.

Both were completely oblivious to Yuugi's exaustion and worry. Jou hadn't shown up after a three hour wait in the stuffed apartment. Mai had complained that she could see her waist thinning right before her very eyes (Isn't that a good thing? Proceeding smack over the head by Mai), so Yuugi had no choice but to serve the only thing they had-- rammen.

And now, after everyone's stomachs had ceased growling, Yami was pulling them all to a night club because Yuugi's apartment was too boring. Yuugi couldn't have agreed with him more, but...

Why tonight? Why when Jounouchi is missing? Why when I'm jobless? And why when I'm so tired...

But Yami never gave anyone a choice (like he'd never heard of the word before). Yuugi either went with Yami, or he went with Yami accompanied by Yami's hand.

So he was accompanied by Yami's hand.

Mai was silent throughout the whole dispute, but she laughed silently to herself when ever one of the spike-headed men started screaming out defending lines of their force (I'm too tired, damn it! -- Well, sleep with someone and then go to bed! The last one earned a light punch in Yami's stomach, followed by a loud ).

In the end, Yami won by tackling Yuugi onto the couch and refusing to get up until he said yes. Yuugi complained that a giant elephant had decided to sit it's fat butt onto his poor, pathetic back just to annoy him.

The back that was still hurting, too.

Yuugi sighed tiredly, stuffed his hands into his pockets, and slouched. He looked up at the night sky, up at the stars which gleamed and sparkled and twinkled and shone down onto him, however dulled they might be by New York's smog in the air.

Yuugi longed for the country.

A tug on his hand brought Yuugi's head out of the clouds, and back to Yami's concerned eyes. The crimson-eyed man held Yuugi's hand with his slightly larger one gently, almost tenderly. Heat instantly found its way to Yuugi's face.

You okay?

Yuugi responded, his voice slightly squeaky.

I'm going through puberty again... Joy.'

Yami was obviously not convinced. An eyebrow rose and another fell in a questioning manner. He moved his body away from Yuugi's flaming face, but didn't release his hand.

Giddy thoughts were racing through Yuugi's mind. His head was bouncing to a nameless tune, happy and giggly and high. Yuugi wanted to release the laugh that was bubbling in his throat, but he realized what a schoolgirl he was being.

...I don't even want to know. Brain, you look tired. Take a few weeks off, why don't you?'

~*~

Well...'

The club was nothing like Yuugi had expected. They served everything at the bar, from whisky to pineapple juice (freshly squeezed). Candles were more commonly used in place of lamps of any kind, which gave off an ethereal glow to everything. Some people wore skimpy clothing, but... not really. Most were decent.

And the best part was the exotic music. He sensed the tempo unconsciously, and tapped his toes to it. He couldn't help it; it was his job--

Which brought him back to his depression state. Was his job.

How am I paying the bills, again?'

Another action from Yami again jolted Yuugi out of his angst-filed thoughts thoughts. Concern was out the window in Yami's eyes; he was downright worried. The emotion reflected in his eyes, hiding nothing from Yuugi.

Just the simple fact that he wasn't hiding anything hitched a breath in Yuugi's throat.

Are you sure you're okay? he asked quietly.

Yuugi nodded, somewhat breathless. Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Mai was getting herself plastered at the bar, talking in a slurred voice with all the other drunken ones. N' then, when the basterd comes up t' me, e' grabs my boobs an'-- was the general conversation, always followed by gasps, whistles or laughs.

But, if you weren't drunk at the bar, you were dancing. And damn, people could dance.

Suddenly, Yami turned to him. His crimson eyes shined and twinkled in the candlelight. The music, sang by an Arabic man**, floundered and bounced around the room, filling every crevice and crack and corner with sound. Couples danced to the song, some slow, some erotic, some tango. Pretty ladies flounced around the room, flirting shamelessly with the males and showing off unnecessary body parts. One of them glanced over to him and winked.

But all of Yuugi's attention was focused on the man in front of him.

Yami held out his hand. he asked, his voice dampened by the intoxicating aroma that surrounded the building.

Yuugi grinned up at Yami, lightly placing his smaller, more delicate hand on top of his. He shrugged.

~*~

Jounouchi had never, ever in his life been rendered speechless. Oh sure, he had all the moments that would've had other people bawling their eyes out; like having his pants pulled down by the school bully in front of his secret crush, or dropping a piece of very greasy pizza into his father's lawyer's briefcase* (which spilled onto important documents). But he had always had a comeback; a saying; and excuse; a sound effect.

For the first time in his life, Jou was speechless. His mouth was hanging open like a nutcracker's mouth would before cracking a nut. His eyes were wider than ostrich eggs, his hair looked limp, and his entire body was tense and rigid.

What the fuck did he just ask me?'

Seto knew he'd get this type of response. The tall man sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets, waiting for the shock to replace itself with anger; possibly even disgust. No, definitely disgust.

After Mokuba had caught him in his little game,' Seto was ruled into more blackmail. It wasn't his fault he dressed like that for less than ten seconds; he was forced. Mokuba had refused to listen, though. Mokuba had caught a priceless Kodak moment, and nobody knew it better than he. This type of thing was too rare, too priceless to just let go with a few laughs. You had to be rolling.

To add to his humiliation, Mokuba also revealed something else. Something that he knew. Something that nobody else was supposed to know.

Seto Kaiba liked tall, blond, skinny, pretty boys. The part no one was supposed to know was the boys. Somehow (and Seto was still trying to figure out how), Mokuba had gotten a hold of this info, and had gone in search for the thing that his older sibling craved.

The annoying part was that Mokuba had succeeded. He was tall and skinny and pretty and blond and pretty and he was a boy. The only problem was...

... He was Jounouchi Katsuya***.

Okay, Dog, Seto began, tired of waiting. Patience never was one of his virtues. Can I have an answer now? The day's not getting any younger, and neither am I.

Jou blinked, snapped his mouth shut and stood up. His mouth refused to work at first, and it squeaked high and low...

Wha... What the fuck is your problem?

... Until his anger popped up to join the fun.

Jounouchi marched up to the older Kaiba, and shoved a finger into his chest. You asked me out on a date, and actually expect me to come after you insult me in front of my face?!

It was Seto's turn to blink. Y... you were going to come?

Jou's angry face faded, the red on his cheeks glowing with added color. I... I never said that! Hey! Don't yous get any ideas! He withdrew the poking finger. Sides, I'm not coming now.

Why not? Seto asked, sadness engulfing his facial features.

B... because I'm not! That's why. Jou huffed, crossing his arms. And... holy crap! Lookit' the time! I was s'posed ta be home hours ago! He gave Kaiba a short wave. See ya!

As Jou turned, Seto was having World War III inside himself at unauthorized speeds.

You moron! Mokuba is not going to let you go that easily, and you know it!'

~'But... but he said no...'

I don't care if he said I'm really a donkey-eating giraffe! Get your ass over to his, and make sure he says yes!'

~'But--'

And everyone's got one. Shut up. I know just as well as you that you want to, and he never said no in the first place. Be cordial, you dimwit!'

 It was over in the time span of thirty seconds. Seto shook his head and looked around wildly for a glimpse of blond hair.

There.

Wait-- Jou!

The said blond turned around, irritated.

Just-- just one date? Please? I'll never bother you again, promise. Just... just one?

Jou was shocked into silence. Again. For the second time in less that than minutes. What did Seto expect him to say? Here he was, swearing it was another one of his dreams. His infatuation was asking him out on a date.

Him.

Crystallized honey eyes stared up into dark brown eyes. Pleading eyes. Jou didn't know. The last time he went on a date, it ended in utter and total chaos. He didn't want that again...

Aw, hell.'

... Sure.

~*~


* - My brother did this. Only, it wasn't to a lawyer, it was to a family friend. And it didn't land on any important documents; just the latest high-tech laptop. ^_^; The guy didn't notice until he needed his case, which was three hours later.

** - If anyone wants to hear the song I was thinking of (and listening to), you may see it here (without the spaces): http : // flyfox. servemp3. com /files/ Older%20stuff/ Cheb %20 Khaled %20 -%20 The %20 Fifth%20 Element%20 -%20Alech %20 Taadi .mp3 ^_^; I have no idea what language it is, but it sounds pretty darn cool. *Shrugs* The piano part is where they dance, I'm thinking.


*** - I know it's the other way around, but, leave me alone. Everyone calls him Jou anyway, so I will too. :P

Review Responses

Ko-Chan to Ya-Chan - ^_^; S'okay if you miss it; it's not reeeeally important. As for fic updating... Too many to choose from. So, I'll give you three hundred and four to pick from, kay?
Faux: ... She hasn't made that many, y'know.
So? And-- O.O;;;; YOU SPOKE AGAIN! How?!
Faux: For me to know, you to find out. ^.~ Anyhoo. I myself would like an update on that angel thing--
Jinechiku no Tenshi, Faux.
Faux: Yeah, yeah, that one. ^_^ Or Spam King Yuugi.
;; It's Shamen King Yuugi, you moron!
Faux: Well, let's not get testy.
Shut up. You don't know the first thing about tests, cause you skipped school. You're older than Time.
Faux:... That sounds strangely like testy to me.
... You're going to die now.
Faux: So does that.
*Lunges at the fox*

agentpudge - ^_^; Took me five months to get off my friggin' arse, but --Hey!-- it's an update.
Faux: I'm a lazy ass would be the translation for that.
You.
Faux: Me.
Shut up, now.
Faux: ... Now see, that sounds like testiness as well.
;;; Sorry. I meed to bash my muse. Badly. *Lunges at a terrified fox*

LadyDeath1 - *Nods excitedly* Yep! ^_^ As there was in this chapter, a bit.

rox-the-chaotic-one - Keeping it up is almost impossible, unless I have it in physical form. You can't holds up digital stuff unless you holds up your very heavy computer...
Faux: she wasn't referring to that literally, idiot.
... Are my threats nothing to you?
Faux: *Nods* Nothing.
*Le sigh*

SilverDragon14 - Faux. I must educate upon you for a moment.
Faux: ... What?
*Sigh* I need to teach you something. Never, ever touch-- FAUX!! YOU MORON!!
Faux: *Pokes Otogi* Ne?
... Waiiit. Never mind. Keep poking him. Your funeral.
Faux: Funeral? Where? I love funerals...
-.-;

Lizzalo - Updated, as you can plainly see. ^_^

Koishii No Tenshi - She's rich, she's famous, and she knows it. It's not like she's going to drive an old rusty pickup down the street of New York City and shout out to all of her fans staring bewilderedly up at her.
Faux: Yes, it was an expensive car. That's the point she's trying (but failing miserably) to make.
Sh'up.

Kyuugi - ^_^;; Hey Blue D.! Your idea's selling like hot rockets!
Faux: Blue Draggon didn't think of bucker; I did.
Uh-huh. Blue~!! Faux is trying to steal your idea!
Faux: o.o; Don't call him! He's a big-assed... jerk!
And he just called you a big-assed jerk!
Faux: o_o Run on for a long time, Run boy dunkin' and dodgin'!
And now he's stealing song lyrics. -_-; Sick him, Blue.


Authoress Note

SPECIAL NOTICE (Faux: ...Riiight... Special.): Dancing will be in the next chapter! ^.^ Hopefully good dancing...

I seem to have portrayed Yami as a playboy. I must honestly say that I never had any intention of doing so, it just... happened. ^_^; Kinda like when my friend made a side story about Yami's thoughts on coffee, and accidentally had Yami get hyper.

^.^; He was rolling on the floor, having trouble breathing with the thought that the Dignified Pharaoh' was running around, being... well, hyper. I joined him.

But, that's getting off topic. Gomen(sorry)! *Bows*

I have found this site called ^_^; I have met awesome people, and have become addicted,' in a way. But, since I'm writing this on Christmas, no one's around.

The link (with many spaces...): http:// www. go-gaia. com. I'm Bird Draggon on there, so go looky and see! ^.^

I must apologize for the lack of updating on my part. *Bows profusely* I cant say I really like the way this chapter came out. I swear one of these days I'm going to redo all of them...

*Grumbles*

Anyhoo. ^_^ Hope you enjoyed yet another chapter of Dance. Please review and tell me if you liked it. And... was this long enough?

I, in the meantime, will be going that way. *Points and runs*

(And for those of you who are completely confused on the review replies, I understand completely. ^_^; I've been feasting upon leftover chocolate and brandi cookies. No, I'm not kidding, they have brandi in them. Faux and Blue Draggon are my muses. All the people that have stuck with me since the Dark Ages (my first fic... ugh...), they would know this. Faux is my main one; Blue D.'s almost never here. ^.^; Just for clarification to the confused.)