Yami soshite Hikari Ch. 2 - "Ano Noru"
By Shawna
Look down her shirt, Yugi.
No.
Please?
I said no, Yami!
Just for a second!
Hentai!
I concede. But please, for me.
It was Yugi's eighth session with Kizuna, and he had not, despite Yami's pleading, made any advances towards Kizuna. The two of them had become friendly, but Yugi still respected her as his tutor and would not do anything that he felt was out of line, such as making any moves.
Please… please do this for me, Yugi.
With this, Yugi dutifully flicked his gaze to where Yami had requested. He was expecting to look away quickly, but found his eyes riveted by the tiny bit of lacy white bra that showed where her shirt fell open.
"Motou?" He started when she spoke. "Motou, are you paying attention?
Kizuna's ice blue eyes bore down into Yugi's large violet ones. He swallowed nervously.
"I was just… I was thinking about - something."
Kizuna cocked an eyebrow at him and he blushed, wondering if she had seen what it was he had been so intent on. He redirected his gaze to the book, laying half on his lap and half in Kizuna's, as they were sitting next to each other on the couch. He pushed a lock of Kizuna's long, lavender hair away from one of the pages. She grinned apologetically and tucked the offending strands behind her ear.
"I'll have to start pulling it back when I come over here," she said with a smile. "Now, lets get back to work."
Yugi could not keep from sighing. Kizuna had been making him go over and over algebraic equations for more than two hours now. Failing one test should not be grounds for this, he thought angrily.
"You're not listening," she said again, sounding frustrated.
"I can't focus," he said softly. "Can't we do something else?"
"No," she said firmly, handing him a piece of paper. "Solve these five problems and I'll check them for you."
"Anything else?"
"No. I'm your tutor Motou; I don't come here to play with you. Do the problems."
Kizuna rose and headed for the kitchen, and Yugi picked up a pen with another sigh and began trying to do the work before him. Nothing came into his head, except Yami talking.
She's harsh, isn't she?
Yes.
Give me an hour with her; I'll loosen her up. She'll never bother you again.
I don't think so, Casanova.
Nice reference.
Besides, she's just doing what she's supposed to. It doesn't bother me.
Oh, that's right. You don't mind her being mean because you want under her skirt so bad you -
That's enough!
Yami was silenced by this outburst. Yugi went back to concentrating on math problems.
"Still not finished?" Kizuna asked as she came back into the room, carrying a glass of water. Yugi tried to cover his paper, but she leaned over him and saw it before he could. "You haven't even done one problem! Where is your head, akago?"
"Everywhere but here," Yugi said, crumpling the paper up and leaning back on the couch. Kizuna stood in the middle of the room, still holding her glass of water, and stared at him. For a moment, he thought she was going to scream at him. Instead, a smile crept slowly into her lips.
"Fine," she said, going over to him and picking up the crumpled sheet of paper. "I've been working you too hard, haven't I? Get your jacket, I'll take you to a movie."
Yugi popped up off the couch so fast his head spun. "Okay!" He bolted for his room.
Oh, a date, Yami said, making his reappearance. How's our hair?
It's not a date! Yugi insisted, but still spared a glance in the mirror as he was pulling on his jacket. His hair was fine, but he centered the buckle of the choker on his neck before leaving.
Yugi spent most of the movie trip arguing with Yami about whether or not he should put his arm around Kizuna. Yugi thought the idea ludicrous; Yami found it a great plan of action. When the lights came up (and Yugi had not put his arm around Kizuna) he could remember very little about the film.
"It was a good movie, wasn't it Motou?" Kizuna said as they were driving back to Yugi's house.
"Uhm." Yugi hesitated in answering, not sure if it really had been a good movie or not.
She liked the movie. Just agree with her. Yami said this as though it should have been the extremely obvious thing to do.
"Oh, yeah," Yugi said quickly. "It was good."
Kizuna smiled and did not speak the rest of the short drive. Night had fallen during the movie, and the stars glittered in the sky overhead. The windows were down, despite it being a bit chilly, and Yugi's hair whipped around his face. He could very faintly smell Kizuna's perfume, and the scent of it, the sight of her grinning with her pale purple hair swirling around her face, the thought of the warmth of her body so close suddenly intoxicated him. He watched her, smiling and trying to push her hair away from her face regardless of the fact that the wind blew it straight back, and was abruptly gripped by desire. He wanted her. He had never been able to get close enough to a girl to get beyond a simple attraction to her, but Kizuna was always there, she came over twice a week, she was patient and gentle with him, everything about her had combined at this moment to make him ache for her. Try as he might, he could not take his eyes off of her or shake these thoughts from his head.
Someone's going to need a cold shower when we get home.
Yami's voice broke Yugi from his reverie and he started. Kizuna did not notice his slight jump, and so he turned his head toward the window to address Yami.
You sure know how to kill a mood, Yami.
You shouldn't be in the mood, anyway, Yugi. Remember, Kizuna is our tutor. We respect her as that and would never make any sort of inappropriate advances.
I hate you when you're sarcastic.
Laughter rang in Yugi's head, a gentle, musical laugh, the kind of sound Yami made when he was happy. Yugi was not sure what could have pleased him so much, but just hearing Yami's laugh was enough to even make him feel happier. A gentle laugh escaped Yugi's lips, against his volition, without him even knowing what he found funny. Kizuna cast a glance his way and then she laughed, too. Neither of them had a clue why the other was laughing, but they both laughed anyway, soft laughter, the kind of laughter shared between friends that does not need any particular motivation. They did not stop giggling until they arrived at their destination, and Yugi had already unbuckled his seatbelt.
"Hey," Kizuna said softly as Yugi was getting out of the car. "I had a really nice time. I'm sorry if I wore you out with all those equations. I just... Motou, I care about you-" Here Kizuna paused briefly, and then hastily corrected herself. "Your education. I want you to be successful, so I work you. I'll go easier on you next time. You can't pass every test, you know."
Yugi just stared at her for a few seconds. "It's okay," he said finally. "I don't mind. I know its just what you're supposed to do. I appreciate it. Thanks for the movie."
Now it was Kizuna who paused before responding. "We'll have to do it again sometime... See you Monday, aka-chan."
With this she leaned over and closed the door, seeming embarrassed, and hit the gas hard, speeding away. Yugi watched the taillights of her car disappear, staring, excitement coursing through his veins. The next thing he knew, he was looking down the street straight through Yami's chest.
"She called you aka-chan," Yami said needlessly.
"Yes she did," Yugi said, surprised by his own calm acceptance of the whole thing. He turned slowly on his heel and began to head inside, Yami close behind him.
"I think you need to go for this," Yami said on their way up the stairs. "She even said she cared about you. Yugi, do you realize what she said? She basically just laid down and spread her legs for you, and you're an idiot if you don't jump on for the ride."
Yugi stopped and turned around, staring at Yami in shock. "Yami!" He said accusingly. "Why do you have to be so vulgar?"
Yami smiled. "That's just me, I guess." He stepped around Yugi and went into Yugi's bedroom. For a moment, Yugi stood where he was, thinking about what Yami had just said. He could not help but wonder if Yami was right. An image of Kizuna laying down and spreading her legs while cooing "Yugi..." rose unbidden in his mind. His knees went a little weak and he nearly fell over.
"Ha!" Yami said, sticking his head out of the doorway to Yugi's room. "I know what's on your dirty mind!"
Catching his balance, Yugi blushed furiously. "Be quiet, baka," was all he could muster in response. Yami chortled and disappeared back into the bedroom. Yugi placed one foot in front of the other and proceeded slowly into his room.
No sooner had he shut the door behind him then a blue and fuchsia blur whizzed before his eyes and Yami tackled him to the ground. They tumbled over each other a few times, ending up next to the bed. Yami pinned Yugi, as he often did, laughing and apparently excited.
"We're going to get laid!" Yami announced cheerfully. "It's been such a long time for me!" With this he leaned down, grabbed Yugi's chin, and pressed his lips firmly to his. Yugi went wide-eyed and rigid, but before he even had time to truly react, Yami had pulled away. A thousand butterflies suddenly burst into flight in Yugi's stomach, and he stared up at Yami in shock.
"Wh-what was that for?" He stammered.
Yami laughed. "I'm just in a great mood, Yugi. Besides, you'd better get use to that sort of stuff since you have a kanojo now! In fact, maybe I should teach you a few things first..." Yami began to lean very slowly down, with his mouth wide open and his tongue hanging out. This time, Yugi had more than enough time to react, as he was sure Yami had intended.
"Gross!" Yugi said, putting a hand on Yami's forehead and holding him back. "Get off me, you henjin!"
Yami laughed and rolled off Yugi, who scrambled to his feet, dusting himself off. "Nekkyo hentai," he said, pulling down on his lower eyelid and sticking his tongue out at Yami. Yami grabbed for his ankles, tripping him and causing him to fall over on the bed.
"And she's not my kanojo!" Yugi said, sitting up and using his feet to ward Yami away from the bed. "Why don't you get back in the puzzle now so I can finish looking over the equations that Komori asked me too."
"Oh, is that what you want to do? Are you sure that's all? I think what you really want is to get that image of her laying down again and start touching yourself in an inappropriate manner."
"Yami!" Yugi cried indignantly. "You're disgusting! Hentai!"
Yami laughed and started to advance towards Yugi when there was a knock on the door.
"Yugi?" Soguroku's voice sounded as concerned as usual. "Are you sure you're okay in there?"
Yugi glared at Yami. "I'm fine, Sofu!" He called. "Just doing my homework."
"Well, uh," Soguoku stuttered. "Try to, uhm, do your homework a little more quietly, okay?"
"Sure thing, Sofu!"
Steps faded down the hall, and Yami laughed again.
"He's never going to leave you alone. By now, he must think you're some kind of abnormal hentai."
Yugi clenched his fists. "He doesn't think that! You're disgusting!"
Yugi was the one who advanced on Yami now, and Yami succeeded in giving him quite a good chase considering the size of the room. It was well into the night before Yugi grew tired and collapsed into bed, leaving Yami uncaught and his homework on his desk undone.
*To Be Continued.*
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