disclaimers: its not mine!
notes: sorry it toooooooook sooooooo long! lol ^-^
warnings: boy x boy love
MASKED
Yugi woke the following morning, stretched out on his bed clutching the huge, fluffy pillow tightly to his chest. The compact teenager sighed, noticing that Yami hadn't slept in his room. Yugi glanced at the calendar and mentally calculated it had been three weeks since those times. Why had it become so complicated that the two couldn't even hold one decent conversation? Yugi went downstairs, barely even able to look at Yami. Yugi was hurt. He wanted, no..he ~needed~ Yami. Yugi bad-naturedly settled in a chair and started eating breakfast.
Yami glanced at Yugi, the smaller version of himself eating without bothering with him. Yami frowned. Did he really hate him that much? All of his life, he had hoped to meet someone that completed him as much as Yugi and now that he had found him...Yami shook his head. It hurt to dwell on those thoughts.
The phone rang, snapping them both from their moods. Yugi picked it up. "Moshi Moshi?" he asked, sitting again. He was shocked to hear Tea on the other end; it wasn't like her to call him. After Yugi had gotten over his crush on the brown haired girl, they rarely talked. Yugi also knew that Tea was in love with Yami; another reason to advoid her. Should they be given a chance to be alone, Yugi knew that sparks would fly-the good kind. "Um, I'm fine Tea. And you? We're not doing anything. Well, okay. We can meet you there in five minutes."
Yugi hung up, frowning at the phone. "It would seem that Tea want to meet us at Ris's...." He brushed past Yami and grabbed his jacket from the coat rack. "Its rather cold outside Yami, you might want to get a sweater."
Yami sighed wistfully as he headed upstairs. Tea fawned over Yugi almost as much as she fawned over himself. He took one of the few sweaters that belonged to him and slipped it on. It was ebony, a color Yugi had once commented on, that it made him appear to be taller. Yami smiled slightly, descending the staircase. Yugi was waiting. For a split second, Yami couldn't tell, but was there a flash of admiration on Yugi's features? No, it couldn't be that.
In five minutes, true to his word, Yugi and Yami entered the little cafe. There was no sign of Tea. Yugi furrowed his brows, finding a table and sitting at it. Yami joined silently, toying with the edge of a napkin. He felt like shredding it. After several minutes, Yugi heaved a sigh. "I guess she's not coming."
A waitress came by, smiling. "Hi, Are you Yugi and Yami Mutou?" Yugi nodded. "I have a note from Tea Gardner that she is unable to meet you and will call you later. Though," she winked at Yami, "She must be crazy to give up a date with you." She scribbled something down on the napkin Yami was about to tear up. She grinned. "Give me a ring sometime."
Yugi hissed underneath his breath, eyes narrowing at the ditzy girl with the nametag Britney. How dare that slut flirt with HIS yami! Noone was had the right but him! Yugi stood, refusing to even look at Yami. "I think I'm going home," he spat.
Yami crushed the napkin into a ball and hurled into a trashcan. "We might as well eat. Neither of us finished before Tea called."
Yugi could feel himself blush. Yami had thrown that phone number away! He giggled to himself and was turning cartwheels in his mind. He immediately sank onto the chair. "What do you want to eat? I think I'll have the pancake platter."
This time, a male waiter came. He raised a brow at the boys. "Twins?" They shook their heads at once. "Could have fooled me. Britney's ranting and raving about this hot guy and refused to come back out here. Thinks she can play hard to get. Bitch," he muttered. "What can I get you?"
"Two pancake platters," Yami said to Eiji.
The dark haired teenager's lips curled. "I can see why she wants you though, your little boyfriend is cuter."
Yugi sputtered at the retreating Eiji. He thanked his lucky stars that whatever gods were playing with his fate had given him an extra large menu to hide his burning face behind. Boyfriend! If only! Yugi peeped from one side of the menu to notice Yami was obscured from view by his! He giggled, out loud this time. A wadded paper ball smacked him on the top of the head, bouncing to hit his nose. "Yami!" he laughed, scowling half-heartedly at Yami. Yami shrugged guilessly, one eye peering from behind the blonde bangs. Yugi was going to get his vengenace. He quickly took hold of the ketchup bottle and squirted it full force at Yami.
"Hikari!" Yami swung to one side, narrowly advoiding the red goo. Yugi went rigid, waiting for Yami's next move. He picked up the syrup, much to Yugi's chagrin but any other play was interrupted by Eiji bearing their breakfasts.
Eiji smirked at them. "Its amazing how much you look a like. Must be very interesting in the bedroom. Like seeing a mirror." He relished in the boys reactions.
Yugi shook his head. "We're not boyfriends. We're friends."
Eiji blinked. "Really? I could have sworn from the way you were just flirting that you were together. Well," he practically purred, "If you aren't taken, I'd like to take you out on a date."
Yami immediately rose from his seat. "I dont think so," he gritted out. Eiji just cocked his head to the side and crossed his arms, the expression clearly asking why. "Your too old for him."
"But I'm 17!" Yugi protested but shushed when Yami took him by the waist. "Uh. Yami?" He whispered, body inflaming with the close proximity of their bodies. He didnt know what was taking over his Yami's mind. Was he jealous?
"He will not be going with you. I dont care if your 15! You will not touch him. Come on Yugi, we can take it home," Yami said, nearly growling at Eiji who scooted to bring some containers to put their meals in. Yami didn't let loose of Yugi until they were out of the view of the cafe. "Sorry about that. I didnt like the way he was staring at you."
"Um...thank you..."
"Hn."
Eiji giggled to himself, picking up the phone. "Mission done."
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notes: sorry it toooooooook sooooooo long! lol ^-^
warnings: boy x boy love
MASKED
Yugi woke the following morning, stretched out on his bed clutching the huge, fluffy pillow tightly to his chest. The compact teenager sighed, noticing that Yami hadn't slept in his room. Yugi glanced at the calendar and mentally calculated it had been three weeks since those times. Why had it become so complicated that the two couldn't even hold one decent conversation? Yugi went downstairs, barely even able to look at Yami. Yugi was hurt. He wanted, no..he ~needed~ Yami. Yugi bad-naturedly settled in a chair and started eating breakfast.
Yami glanced at Yugi, the smaller version of himself eating without bothering with him. Yami frowned. Did he really hate him that much? All of his life, he had hoped to meet someone that completed him as much as Yugi and now that he had found him...Yami shook his head. It hurt to dwell on those thoughts.
The phone rang, snapping them both from their moods. Yugi picked it up. "Moshi Moshi?" he asked, sitting again. He was shocked to hear Tea on the other end; it wasn't like her to call him. After Yugi had gotten over his crush on the brown haired girl, they rarely talked. Yugi also knew that Tea was in love with Yami; another reason to advoid her. Should they be given a chance to be alone, Yugi knew that sparks would fly-the good kind. "Um, I'm fine Tea. And you? We're not doing anything. Well, okay. We can meet you there in five minutes."
Yugi hung up, frowning at the phone. "It would seem that Tea want to meet us at Ris's...." He brushed past Yami and grabbed his jacket from the coat rack. "Its rather cold outside Yami, you might want to get a sweater."
Yami sighed wistfully as he headed upstairs. Tea fawned over Yugi almost as much as she fawned over himself. He took one of the few sweaters that belonged to him and slipped it on. It was ebony, a color Yugi had once commented on, that it made him appear to be taller. Yami smiled slightly, descending the staircase. Yugi was waiting. For a split second, Yami couldn't tell, but was there a flash of admiration on Yugi's features? No, it couldn't be that.
In five minutes, true to his word, Yugi and Yami entered the little cafe. There was no sign of Tea. Yugi furrowed his brows, finding a table and sitting at it. Yami joined silently, toying with the edge of a napkin. He felt like shredding it. After several minutes, Yugi heaved a sigh. "I guess she's not coming."
A waitress came by, smiling. "Hi, Are you Yugi and Yami Mutou?" Yugi nodded. "I have a note from Tea Gardner that she is unable to meet you and will call you later. Though," she winked at Yami, "She must be crazy to give up a date with you." She scribbled something down on the napkin Yami was about to tear up. She grinned. "Give me a ring sometime."
Yugi hissed underneath his breath, eyes narrowing at the ditzy girl with the nametag Britney. How dare that slut flirt with HIS yami! Noone was had the right but him! Yugi stood, refusing to even look at Yami. "I think I'm going home," he spat.
Yami crushed the napkin into a ball and hurled into a trashcan. "We might as well eat. Neither of us finished before Tea called."
Yugi could feel himself blush. Yami had thrown that phone number away! He giggled to himself and was turning cartwheels in his mind. He immediately sank onto the chair. "What do you want to eat? I think I'll have the pancake platter."
This time, a male waiter came. He raised a brow at the boys. "Twins?" They shook their heads at once. "Could have fooled me. Britney's ranting and raving about this hot guy and refused to come back out here. Thinks she can play hard to get. Bitch," he muttered. "What can I get you?"
"Two pancake platters," Yami said to Eiji.
The dark haired teenager's lips curled. "I can see why she wants you though, your little boyfriend is cuter."
Yugi sputtered at the retreating Eiji. He thanked his lucky stars that whatever gods were playing with his fate had given him an extra large menu to hide his burning face behind. Boyfriend! If only! Yugi peeped from one side of the menu to notice Yami was obscured from view by his! He giggled, out loud this time. A wadded paper ball smacked him on the top of the head, bouncing to hit his nose. "Yami!" he laughed, scowling half-heartedly at Yami. Yami shrugged guilessly, one eye peering from behind the blonde bangs. Yugi was going to get his vengenace. He quickly took hold of the ketchup bottle and squirted it full force at Yami.
"Hikari!" Yami swung to one side, narrowly advoiding the red goo. Yugi went rigid, waiting for Yami's next move. He picked up the syrup, much to Yugi's chagrin but any other play was interrupted by Eiji bearing their breakfasts.
Eiji smirked at them. "Its amazing how much you look a like. Must be very interesting in the bedroom. Like seeing a mirror." He relished in the boys reactions.
Yugi shook his head. "We're not boyfriends. We're friends."
Eiji blinked. "Really? I could have sworn from the way you were just flirting that you were together. Well," he practically purred, "If you aren't taken, I'd like to take you out on a date."
Yami immediately rose from his seat. "I dont think so," he gritted out. Eiji just cocked his head to the side and crossed his arms, the expression clearly asking why. "Your too old for him."
"But I'm 17!" Yugi protested but shushed when Yami took him by the waist. "Uh. Yami?" He whispered, body inflaming with the close proximity of their bodies. He didnt know what was taking over his Yami's mind. Was he jealous?
"He will not be going with you. I dont care if your 15! You will not touch him. Come on Yugi, we can take it home," Yami said, nearly growling at Eiji who scooted to bring some containers to put their meals in. Yami didn't let loose of Yugi until they were out of the view of the cafe. "Sorry about that. I didnt like the way he was staring at you."
"Um...thank you..."
"Hn."
Eiji giggled to himself, picking up the phone. "Mission done."
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