Tittle: Dark Eyes
Author: Andro
Rating: R
Pairings: Y/Y
Type: AU, Yaoi
A/N:
1.Thanks to all who reviewed. ;; I love you guys.
2.Dedicated to Mel, because she was the one that inspired me to write this. ^-^
3. A big-big thank you to Llyxius who puts up with my absolutely frightning lack of grammar, and huge thanks to Yami, since if not for her, this chapter would have taken me even longer to write. x_X; Arigato! *bows*
4.I'm not extremely familiar with the Yu-Gi-Oh universe, so please excuse mistakes. =D
5.Thank you all who reviwed. =) You guys are hella nifty. Sorry this took so long, I was surprisingly busy this past week.
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Chapter 4; I Believe In You
*~*~*~
She had left them.
Or rather, she had left Yugi in Yami's care.
Sayeka hoped that Yami would realize how what an imbecile he was being and start acting on his feelings towards Yugi. If hours alone in close body contact didn't do it, then she might need to end up beating some sense into him after all.
*~*~*~
Scrambling to a stop a few feet away from the entrance to the airy chamber he now knew was the dojo's main training room, Yugi drew in a long breath, trying to soothe his quickly palpitating heartbeat and waiting for the high color in his cheeks to pale. He didn't want to appear too eager, despite his earlier misgivings about not being able to fight because of being so small. Still, it couldn't hurt to try to learn some new things, and as Yami was doing the teaching-well, his resolve to say no had desolved to nothing.
Even if the other teen still confused him, with the glances, sudden spouts of kindness, then withdrawn aloofness. Almost as if he wasn't quite sure what to make of Yugi.
Worrying his lower lips with teeth, Yugi braced himself and stepped inside.
"Good morning."
"Hi.." Yugi trailed off into oblivion, too busy staring at the older teen to think straight. //Oh.\\ He had known Yami was taller, that was a given. That he would probably be in very good shape, after all, he did train Seto and others but he really wasn't expecting the sight that greeted his wide eyes.
It seemed that either he was late, or Yami had been there for a while all ready, for droplets of sweat were all ready running down sleekly toned chest muscles, and mesmerized, Yugi followed the wavering trail the drops made with appreciative eyes. His gaze stopped with a frown at the sight of a gray waist band and he felt disappointment shoot through him. //Damn.\\
"Yugi?"
Raising an eyebrow, Yami slowed down his movements to a complete stop, interested in the odd expressions crossing Yugi's face. He resisted the urge to shift back, acutely aware of his lack of shirt now that the younger man was so pointedly fixed on that. He definitely wasn't used to being stared at like he was dessert. His students were always too busy trying not to get whacked on the ribs with a practice sword, and Sayeka never seemed to glance at him in any way but a casual one. So why was Yugi looking at him like that?
//Feh. You're just imagining things.\\ He snapped at himself, self consciously crossing his arms over his chest. Dazed purple eyes blinked at him confusedly for a second.
"Eh...yes?"
Despite himself, Yami felt the beginnings of a smile twist up his lips and didn't bother to keep it in check. Being stubborn was one thing, but stupid was quite another, perhaps Sayeka did have a point about the attraction between the two.
"I'm pleased you have decided to take on my offer."
"Well, it was kind of you to offer in the first place." Yugi answered, switching his gaze to study the room with unhidden curiosity. He hadn't wandered in here often, feeling that he would only be a distraction or pest to those that were training inside, and it seemed like someone was -always- training.
The whole chamber was very simple, sparsely furnished with a few neatly arranged cots on one side of the room forming a long line against the wall, but besides that, the rest of the floor was bare and smooth. Even the walls were empty, save for the weapons rack that made him a tinge nervous. Bokken, nihonto and shinai hung from curved hooks, some made out of bamboo for what he supposed were beginners, and the nihonto made out of metal, gleaming and deadly in the light. Still, they all looked beautiful despite being weapons.
"Will I-err, be training with a shinai?"
Amused crimson eyes looked at him, then to the rack.
"No, at least for now. You should learn to defend yourself without a weapon first. It's very unlikely that you'll have a sword by your side if you're ever attacked." He explained, mentally studying Yugi to see how well physically he was. //Basic defensive maneuvers, perhaps I'll manage to teach him an offensive move or two if he's a good learner.\\
"Okay, good, I might have ended up hurting myself somehow." Yugi admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "So, what do you want me to do?" He asked, feeling lost.
An immediate suggestion sprang in Yami's mind as to what he wanted Yugi to do, but he firmly pushed it down and answered in a relatively smooth voice.
"First, stretching exercises."
*~*~*~
By the time Yugi felt pumped up and physically eager to learn what Yami was going to teach him, half an hour had passed and now he cocked his head to the side, waiting for further instructions.
"That's good. All right, we'll start with the Palm Strike. It's very simple and effective, but the main idea of it is to give you some time to run away." Pausing to look at the younger man pointedly, Yami reached out and settled a hand on his shoulder. "I don't mean for you to use these techniques to fight, but to protect yourself from harm, all right?"
Peering up at Yami, the other teen nodded softly to signify that he understood and agreed with his words silently. He was worried that if he tried to say anything his voice would give out. Yami just had that sort of presence that was warm and vital. The skin beneath the old gray shirt he wore felt hot under the clasping hand.
"All right. I mean, I understand, yes." Yugi nodded to back up his answer, tilting his head back to be able to look up at the senior. He didn't have to of course, but it was the polite thing to do and Yami's eyes were so very interesting to watch. In any case, what he meant what he said. Yugi had no urge to hurt anyone, he was really a quite peaceful person but if it kept him out of Ahel's grasp, then he was willing to do whatever it took.
With a sudden burst of inspiration, Yami hooked an arm around the younger male's waist and swiftly pulled them both together.
//Let's see how he reacts, if Sayeka is right, fine, I'll go for it, but if he reacts badly then I'll just shrug it off. And then everything will continue as normal.\\ Deliberately lowering his voice to a soft level, Yami studied the upturned face casually.
"This move can work well with basically anything, it's not hard to manage. The only thing is that you have to be able to raise one hand high enough so that the palm can hit the nose of your assailant with a bit of strength, the stronger the force, the better results you'll get naturally." Using his other hand to demonstrate, pulling the thumb back as far as he could take it, Yami pressed it lightly against Yugi's nose, the action a cover, he being more fascinated with trying to decide what sort of red it was that flashed over the other teen's face. Strawberry with cream. That's what it brought up.
"Yugi?" Yami questioned, receiving no answer but a far off look in the other's eyes. Yugi didn't really seem to notice much, just stared at him dazedly. Raising an eyebrow, Yami shifted his position to get the younger man's chin grasped between his fingers. Then he kissed him.
*~*~*~ *notices looks* o_O What? I thought it was a -good- place to end it off...
Andro
Author: Andro
Rating: R
Pairings: Y/Y
Type: AU, Yaoi
A/N:
1.Thanks to all who reviewed. ;; I love you guys.
2.Dedicated to Mel, because she was the one that inspired me to write this. ^-^
3. A big-big thank you to Llyxius who puts up with my absolutely frightning lack of grammar, and huge thanks to Yami, since if not for her, this chapter would have taken me even longer to write. x_X; Arigato! *bows*
4.I'm not extremely familiar with the Yu-Gi-Oh universe, so please excuse mistakes. =D
5.Thank you all who reviwed. =) You guys are hella nifty. Sorry this took so long, I was surprisingly busy this past week.
*~*~*~
Chapter 4; I Believe In You
*~*~*~
She had left them.
Or rather, she had left Yugi in Yami's care.
Sayeka hoped that Yami would realize how what an imbecile he was being and start acting on his feelings towards Yugi. If hours alone in close body contact didn't do it, then she might need to end up beating some sense into him after all.
*~*~*~
Scrambling to a stop a few feet away from the entrance to the airy chamber he now knew was the dojo's main training room, Yugi drew in a long breath, trying to soothe his quickly palpitating heartbeat and waiting for the high color in his cheeks to pale. He didn't want to appear too eager, despite his earlier misgivings about not being able to fight because of being so small. Still, it couldn't hurt to try to learn some new things, and as Yami was doing the teaching-well, his resolve to say no had desolved to nothing.
Even if the other teen still confused him, with the glances, sudden spouts of kindness, then withdrawn aloofness. Almost as if he wasn't quite sure what to make of Yugi.
Worrying his lower lips with teeth, Yugi braced himself and stepped inside.
"Good morning."
"Hi.." Yugi trailed off into oblivion, too busy staring at the older teen to think straight. //Oh.\\ He had known Yami was taller, that was a given. That he would probably be in very good shape, after all, he did train Seto and others but he really wasn't expecting the sight that greeted his wide eyes.
It seemed that either he was late, or Yami had been there for a while all ready, for droplets of sweat were all ready running down sleekly toned chest muscles, and mesmerized, Yugi followed the wavering trail the drops made with appreciative eyes. His gaze stopped with a frown at the sight of a gray waist band and he felt disappointment shoot through him. //Damn.\\
"Yugi?"
Raising an eyebrow, Yami slowed down his movements to a complete stop, interested in the odd expressions crossing Yugi's face. He resisted the urge to shift back, acutely aware of his lack of shirt now that the younger man was so pointedly fixed on that. He definitely wasn't used to being stared at like he was dessert. His students were always too busy trying not to get whacked on the ribs with a practice sword, and Sayeka never seemed to glance at him in any way but a casual one. So why was Yugi looking at him like that?
//Feh. You're just imagining things.\\ He snapped at himself, self consciously crossing his arms over his chest. Dazed purple eyes blinked at him confusedly for a second.
"Eh...yes?"
Despite himself, Yami felt the beginnings of a smile twist up his lips and didn't bother to keep it in check. Being stubborn was one thing, but stupid was quite another, perhaps Sayeka did have a point about the attraction between the two.
"I'm pleased you have decided to take on my offer."
"Well, it was kind of you to offer in the first place." Yugi answered, switching his gaze to study the room with unhidden curiosity. He hadn't wandered in here often, feeling that he would only be a distraction or pest to those that were training inside, and it seemed like someone was -always- training.
The whole chamber was very simple, sparsely furnished with a few neatly arranged cots on one side of the room forming a long line against the wall, but besides that, the rest of the floor was bare and smooth. Even the walls were empty, save for the weapons rack that made him a tinge nervous. Bokken, nihonto and shinai hung from curved hooks, some made out of bamboo for what he supposed were beginners, and the nihonto made out of metal, gleaming and deadly in the light. Still, they all looked beautiful despite being weapons.
"Will I-err, be training with a shinai?"
Amused crimson eyes looked at him, then to the rack.
"No, at least for now. You should learn to defend yourself without a weapon first. It's very unlikely that you'll have a sword by your side if you're ever attacked." He explained, mentally studying Yugi to see how well physically he was. //Basic defensive maneuvers, perhaps I'll manage to teach him an offensive move or two if he's a good learner.\\
"Okay, good, I might have ended up hurting myself somehow." Yugi admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "So, what do you want me to do?" He asked, feeling lost.
An immediate suggestion sprang in Yami's mind as to what he wanted Yugi to do, but he firmly pushed it down and answered in a relatively smooth voice.
"First, stretching exercises."
*~*~*~
By the time Yugi felt pumped up and physically eager to learn what Yami was going to teach him, half an hour had passed and now he cocked his head to the side, waiting for further instructions.
"That's good. All right, we'll start with the Palm Strike. It's very simple and effective, but the main idea of it is to give you some time to run away." Pausing to look at the younger man pointedly, Yami reached out and settled a hand on his shoulder. "I don't mean for you to use these techniques to fight, but to protect yourself from harm, all right?"
Peering up at Yami, the other teen nodded softly to signify that he understood and agreed with his words silently. He was worried that if he tried to say anything his voice would give out. Yami just had that sort of presence that was warm and vital. The skin beneath the old gray shirt he wore felt hot under the clasping hand.
"All right. I mean, I understand, yes." Yugi nodded to back up his answer, tilting his head back to be able to look up at the senior. He didn't have to of course, but it was the polite thing to do and Yami's eyes were so very interesting to watch. In any case, what he meant what he said. Yugi had no urge to hurt anyone, he was really a quite peaceful person but if it kept him out of Ahel's grasp, then he was willing to do whatever it took.
With a sudden burst of inspiration, Yami hooked an arm around the younger male's waist and swiftly pulled them both together.
//Let's see how he reacts, if Sayeka is right, fine, I'll go for it, but if he reacts badly then I'll just shrug it off. And then everything will continue as normal.\\ Deliberately lowering his voice to a soft level, Yami studied the upturned face casually.
"This move can work well with basically anything, it's not hard to manage. The only thing is that you have to be able to raise one hand high enough so that the palm can hit the nose of your assailant with a bit of strength, the stronger the force, the better results you'll get naturally." Using his other hand to demonstrate, pulling the thumb back as far as he could take it, Yami pressed it lightly against Yugi's nose, the action a cover, he being more fascinated with trying to decide what sort of red it was that flashed over the other teen's face. Strawberry with cream. That's what it brought up.
"Yugi?" Yami questioned, receiving no answer but a far off look in the other's eyes. Yugi didn't really seem to notice much, just stared at him dazedly. Raising an eyebrow, Yami shifted his position to get the younger man's chin grasped between his fingers. Then he kissed him.
*~*~*~ *notices looks* o_O What? I thought it was a -good- place to end it off...
Andro