One might not be able to believe it. Most there didn't believe it. Some
just figured that they misheard. After all, you would think so too, if you
heard it.
But no. They heard correctly. They heard extremely correctly.
A young man in the middle of a clothing store. . .giggled. That's right, he actually GIGGLED.
Not to mention the fact that yes, it ran in his genes to be on the short side, any and all growth spurts occuring at an early age. So, in all actuallity, he was a full-grown adult. And although Yuugi Motou would denie ever actually partaking in such a feminine act of _giggling_, he did just the same.
For you see, at that exact moment, Yuugi Motou's darker side was looking at him oddly, a VERY dignified eyebrow raised to his hairline. His eyes ALMOST had the look of someone who had just reached an epiphany when realizing that one they were supposed to trust was really plotting against them. None too discreatly, either.
And, as Yuugi giggled, Yami was stuck holding an armfull of clothes, most of which was leather, silk, and black.
Lots and lots of BLACK.
:-And tell me, sweet light, what all of the black is for?-:
:Well, you see, sweet darkness, that I have come to the realization that you don't like jeans. I have also realized that you don't look very good in kahkis. So, naturally, we turn to leather. Now you just CAN'T wear colored leather, unless it's red, cause then it's just a little TOO showy. So, we go to black.:
:-And the silk shirts?-:
:Well, you have to have something to match.:
:-And the belts?-:
:Accesories.:
The eyebrow went just a little higher. :-And the jewelry?-:
:Because you look good in it.:
But, of course, as logical as this explanation was for Yuugi, his perplexed darkness simply starred back at him. :-And why are we shopping now?-:
:Because those thugs ruined one of the only pairs of pants that you would wear.:
The regal man stood there, stoic, unmoving, and firm. :-I refuse to 'try these on'.-:
ANOTHER giggle. :You don't have much of a choice.:
Yami lowered his head just slightly. :-And why's that?-:
Something not completely sane glinted past those purple eyes. :You know that wonderful, thick, creamy, chocolatey stuff in the fridge? The one substance that you have have sworn to kill armies if you can't get any? That delightful little treat called pudding?:
:-. . .Yes.-:
The corners of Yuugi's lips pulled into a playful little smirk. :You won't see it until my eulogy if you don't try this stuff on, and WEAR it after we buy it.:
The calm, regal, flawless face twitched ever so slightly, a tiny little hint of panic barely visible in those hard, endless crimson eyes. :-You wouldn't. . .-:
Again, Yuugi GIGGLED. Not too sanely, either. :Care to find out?:
A very visible, internal struggle warred within those bloodied eyes. To keep the dignity, or to keep the pudding? Oh, the struggles of life. And, of course, it wasn't like his hikari had any weekness that he could blackmail him with that he knew of . . . yet.
Without another word, he stiffly turned around and walked into the changing room.
The clothing was a bit difficult to struggle into. After all, applying a second skin wasn't something that people do everyday.
After much fumbling, growling, grunting and snarling, threats in a long forgotten lanquage a now constant stream from his mouth, he managed to become fully clothed, price tags and all. Stepping out, he fixated himself with glraing at his lighter half, right now truly wondering who the more 'innocent' counterpart truly was.
He did, however, enjoy the reaction of Yuugi practically swooning over him. Granted, it WAS another female action, but he wasn't going to complain.
And, on his face, became fixated what Yuugi called his 'Sinister Smirk'. His yami's trademark.
Heh, maybe he'd wear the leather afterall.
* * * * * * * * *
The two walked down the hall of the exessively large mall, bags in hand, Starbuck's styrofoam coffee cups at their lips. Yes, Yami found out that he liked the overly creamed coffee, too. With the chocolate, of course.
Yuugi stopped him, pulling him over gently to look at a small stand that was set up in the middle, like so many other stands had been set up, to look at some of the Duel Monster cards that were displayed.
Both were still walking quite slowly, as Yami's leg had yet to completely heal. It was, however, getting much better. Enough for him to fumble around and function, but not enough for him to run a marathon.
And, of course, while the two were silently conversing, fate always takes a hand, and a not-to welcomed passerby saw them and, of course, decided to intervene.
"Hello, Yuugi."
Yuugi's head immediately snapped up, landing on a blue-eyed CEO who was standing next to them. Yami's arm wrapped protectively around Yuugi, a very low groul emitting. Crimson eyes filled with complete loathing. "biAw!"
Stoic blue eyes looked over him scrupulously, taking in the new attire. "And what have you got on there?"
Yami heard what the taller man had said via his mind link with Yuugi. He smirked. "dHr."
Seto frowned. "Excuse me?"
"S-Seto, what. . .what are you doing here?" Yuugi tried to pierce the tension.
"Just passing through, Yuugi. Tell me, what are you still doing with. . ." the CEO of Kaiba Corp. sneered, "_him_?"
Yami ground his teath together, eyes narrowed dangerously. He shifted from one foot to the other, and Seto noticed the slight, but only very slight, wince as he moved.
"Sm Hr awy."
Seto Kaiba smirked. "He doesn't even seem to be able to take care of himself."
As much as Yuugi wanted to avoid a fight, he couldn't help but feel very annoyed at the man's attempts to anger them. Or, more specifically, Yami.
"Tw stp n mdw Hna sm m-bAH wi, s3P'?!" He was now seathing, and Yuugi could feel it.
"Seto, you really should leave now, less he does something rash."
Seto growled.
"Damn it, Kaiba, go!" Now the brunette was taken aback. Yuugi had not called him by his last name since the beggining of highschool. And he never cussed.
He hissed. "Fine, I'll go."
"mAr xprr." Yuugi chuckled at whatever it was the Yami had said.
"How do you understand that?" Seto asked incredulously.
"We're bonded, you dolt. I can hear his thoughts, and he mine."
Stalking off with jealously, contempt, and cunfusion, Seto didn't look back when he heard them laughing with each other again. Gods, how he hated that Yami character.
Yuugi hadn't meant to insult Kaiba. Truly, he hadn't. However, being bonded the way he was seemed second nature to him now, making it almost difficult for him to remember that nobody else knew what it was like. It seemed like everyone should know of his bond. But then he had to mentally slap himself. No one knew. None of them COULD know. Not without experiencing it for themselves.
Yami found the insult quite funny, though, and kept chuckling to himelf the entire way home.
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Translation time!
biAw: mine
dHr: leather
Sm Hr awy: depart immediately
Tw stp n mdw Hna sm m-bAH wi, s3P': You dare to speak with hate in the presence of me, the Son of Ra?!
mAr xprr: wretched beetle
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But no. They heard correctly. They heard extremely correctly.
A young man in the middle of a clothing store. . .giggled. That's right, he actually GIGGLED.
Not to mention the fact that yes, it ran in his genes to be on the short side, any and all growth spurts occuring at an early age. So, in all actuallity, he was a full-grown adult. And although Yuugi Motou would denie ever actually partaking in such a feminine act of _giggling_, he did just the same.
For you see, at that exact moment, Yuugi Motou's darker side was looking at him oddly, a VERY dignified eyebrow raised to his hairline. His eyes ALMOST had the look of someone who had just reached an epiphany when realizing that one they were supposed to trust was really plotting against them. None too discreatly, either.
And, as Yuugi giggled, Yami was stuck holding an armfull of clothes, most of which was leather, silk, and black.
Lots and lots of BLACK.
:-And tell me, sweet light, what all of the black is for?-:
:Well, you see, sweet darkness, that I have come to the realization that you don't like jeans. I have also realized that you don't look very good in kahkis. So, naturally, we turn to leather. Now you just CAN'T wear colored leather, unless it's red, cause then it's just a little TOO showy. So, we go to black.:
:-And the silk shirts?-:
:Well, you have to have something to match.:
:-And the belts?-:
:Accesories.:
The eyebrow went just a little higher. :-And the jewelry?-:
:Because you look good in it.:
But, of course, as logical as this explanation was for Yuugi, his perplexed darkness simply starred back at him. :-And why are we shopping now?-:
:Because those thugs ruined one of the only pairs of pants that you would wear.:
The regal man stood there, stoic, unmoving, and firm. :-I refuse to 'try these on'.-:
ANOTHER giggle. :You don't have much of a choice.:
Yami lowered his head just slightly. :-And why's that?-:
Something not completely sane glinted past those purple eyes. :You know that wonderful, thick, creamy, chocolatey stuff in the fridge? The one substance that you have have sworn to kill armies if you can't get any? That delightful little treat called pudding?:
:-. . .Yes.-:
The corners of Yuugi's lips pulled into a playful little smirk. :You won't see it until my eulogy if you don't try this stuff on, and WEAR it after we buy it.:
The calm, regal, flawless face twitched ever so slightly, a tiny little hint of panic barely visible in those hard, endless crimson eyes. :-You wouldn't. . .-:
Again, Yuugi GIGGLED. Not too sanely, either. :Care to find out?:
A very visible, internal struggle warred within those bloodied eyes. To keep the dignity, or to keep the pudding? Oh, the struggles of life. And, of course, it wasn't like his hikari had any weekness that he could blackmail him with that he knew of . . . yet.
Without another word, he stiffly turned around and walked into the changing room.
The clothing was a bit difficult to struggle into. After all, applying a second skin wasn't something that people do everyday.
After much fumbling, growling, grunting and snarling, threats in a long forgotten lanquage a now constant stream from his mouth, he managed to become fully clothed, price tags and all. Stepping out, he fixated himself with glraing at his lighter half, right now truly wondering who the more 'innocent' counterpart truly was.
He did, however, enjoy the reaction of Yuugi practically swooning over him. Granted, it WAS another female action, but he wasn't going to complain.
And, on his face, became fixated what Yuugi called his 'Sinister Smirk'. His yami's trademark.
Heh, maybe he'd wear the leather afterall.
* * * * * * * * *
The two walked down the hall of the exessively large mall, bags in hand, Starbuck's styrofoam coffee cups at their lips. Yes, Yami found out that he liked the overly creamed coffee, too. With the chocolate, of course.
Yuugi stopped him, pulling him over gently to look at a small stand that was set up in the middle, like so many other stands had been set up, to look at some of the Duel Monster cards that were displayed.
Both were still walking quite slowly, as Yami's leg had yet to completely heal. It was, however, getting much better. Enough for him to fumble around and function, but not enough for him to run a marathon.
And, of course, while the two were silently conversing, fate always takes a hand, and a not-to welcomed passerby saw them and, of course, decided to intervene.
"Hello, Yuugi."
Yuugi's head immediately snapped up, landing on a blue-eyed CEO who was standing next to them. Yami's arm wrapped protectively around Yuugi, a very low groul emitting. Crimson eyes filled with complete loathing. "biAw!"
Stoic blue eyes looked over him scrupulously, taking in the new attire. "And what have you got on there?"
Yami heard what the taller man had said via his mind link with Yuugi. He smirked. "dHr."
Seto frowned. "Excuse me?"
"S-Seto, what. . .what are you doing here?" Yuugi tried to pierce the tension.
"Just passing through, Yuugi. Tell me, what are you still doing with. . ." the CEO of Kaiba Corp. sneered, "_him_?"
Yami ground his teath together, eyes narrowed dangerously. He shifted from one foot to the other, and Seto noticed the slight, but only very slight, wince as he moved.
"Sm Hr awy."
Seto Kaiba smirked. "He doesn't even seem to be able to take care of himself."
As much as Yuugi wanted to avoid a fight, he couldn't help but feel very annoyed at the man's attempts to anger them. Or, more specifically, Yami.
"Tw stp n mdw Hna sm m-bAH wi, s3P'?!" He was now seathing, and Yuugi could feel it.
"Seto, you really should leave now, less he does something rash."
Seto growled.
"Damn it, Kaiba, go!" Now the brunette was taken aback. Yuugi had not called him by his last name since the beggining of highschool. And he never cussed.
He hissed. "Fine, I'll go."
"mAr xprr." Yuugi chuckled at whatever it was the Yami had said.
"How do you understand that?" Seto asked incredulously.
"We're bonded, you dolt. I can hear his thoughts, and he mine."
Stalking off with jealously, contempt, and cunfusion, Seto didn't look back when he heard them laughing with each other again. Gods, how he hated that Yami character.
Yuugi hadn't meant to insult Kaiba. Truly, he hadn't. However, being bonded the way he was seemed second nature to him now, making it almost difficult for him to remember that nobody else knew what it was like. It seemed like everyone should know of his bond. But then he had to mentally slap himself. No one knew. None of them COULD know. Not without experiencing it for themselves.
Yami found the insult quite funny, though, and kept chuckling to himelf the entire way home.
* * * * * * * * *
Translation time!
biAw: mine
dHr: leather
Sm Hr awy: depart immediately
Tw stp n mdw Hna sm m-bAH wi, s3P': You dare to speak with hate in the presence of me, the Son of Ra?!
mAr xprr: wretched beetle
Well, did you like? I hope so. And FF. net is back up! YEAH!!!!!