AN: *points* Aw, everyone, look, it's the cute Yami/Yugi chapter!
Can anyone say 'filler chappie'? Oh well, Yami/Yugi is unbearably coot.
Oh yeah, one more thing:
I GOT REVIEWS! *passes out the obligatory review!plushies*. I loff you all! Next chapter I'll have responses. And something that made resemble a plot. Pinkie swear ^-^.
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Disclaimer: If I owned yugioh, every episode would begin something like this:
Malik: CENSORED!!
Bakura: *sighs* They're at it again...
Ryou: They're like bunnies....who got into the viagra bottle.
Alas, fate is cruel and Yugioh remains not mine. Wah.
__________
"Ugh, it's cold in here." I muttered miserably and gave a little sniff, as if to break the dam that was currently preventing me to use my nose.
Yami smiled warmly at me from the other side of the couch. Damn Yami, being a spirit and being immune to flus and colds.
I glared at him, but I don't know if he could tell. My eyes were already so puffy they were half closed.
"You're cold?" He asked in a perfectly normal voice that a person without a stuffy nose would talk with.
I raised an arm from the cuccoon of blankets around me to show him the goosebumps that ran little bumpy trails along it.
Why are they called goosebumps, anyway? It's not like they resemble geese, or they let me fly or something. How stupid.
Stupid fever.
He reached down and took my arm in a gentle grip. Such nice, warm, pretty hands... my mind wandered as he ran his fingers along my arm, his eyes narrow in concern.
The best thing about this damn illness is that it covers the blush. Hell, Yami could stand up and start to stripdance and no one would see my blush.
Oooooh, stripdance...Yami...
"I'll warm you up then, aibou!" He declared suddenly, a fierce look of loyalty and protection on his face.
Again my blush was hidden as I thought of the ways he could 'warm me up'.
"Thank you." I murmured.
"Take it off!" My mind yelled randomly. It did that sometimes when Yami was around.
"Anything for you," Yami said softly. I felt a pang of dissapointment when I realized he wasn't a mindreader. "Stand up, Yugi."
I did, clasping the blankets around me like a robe or cape or the big pile of covers that it was.
Yami looked at me. "Now sit down."
Am I missing something, or did I just stand up for nothing? Stupid Yami.
I started to sit back down where I had sat, until two arms yanked me unceromniuosly onto a nice, warm seat.
A nice warm seat also known as Yami's lap. Blush blush blush.
"Silly." Yami whispered into my ear, reaching around me and arranging the covers so he was enveloped too.
Something poked me in the back. I shifted uncomfortably.
Damn, it was *hard*!
"What's wrong, aibou?" Yami said in a worried tone as I continued to wiggle around on his lap.
"You're poking me." I whined.
Yami blushed and rolled from under me faster than I would think possible with a ninety pound boy and twenty pounds of covers sitting on you. I looked at him, confused.
"It's allright, Yami. The millenium puzzle was just digging into my back."
See Yami blush. See Yami stutter. See Yami scoot away from poor little cold Yugi as if he had the plague. Flu. Whatever.
HEY! What was he doing, scooting away?! He was my surce of warmth, dammit!
I scooting myself and my mountain of covers on down the couch to where Yami studied his hands with a profound interest.
I took a breath and dove.
"YUGI?!"
"What?" Came my reply, somewhat muffled my Yami's stomach where my head was comfortably nestled. The rest of me was curled somewhere around his legs.
Did I ever mention he had nice, warm legs?
"Nothing." He sighed. I smiled and pulled the covers around him, relaxing onto him.
I guess I fell asleep, because the next thing I knew I was being shaken roughly.
"Yugi!" Wow, Yami sounded a bit embarassed. I yawned and tried to stretch.
Houston, we have a problem.
The good news was that my hands were nice and warm. The bad news was that my hands were nice and warm thanks to Yami's-
I gasped and quickly withdrew my hands from the back of Yami's pants.
How did they get there? Bad unconciouss movements. Bad! (Yugi seems to have Ryou's problem -_-)
"Um, sorry Yami." I said, trying to sound horrified and as embarasse as he was.
Yeah right. I'll never wash these hands again!
"It's alright, aibou. You just...woke me up." Yami smiled and ran his fingers through my hair, absently feeling my forehead. "You're warm still."
I smiled back and snuggled deeper into his wonderfully heated body. "So are you."
Yami reached over me and plucked the remote control from somewhere between the cushions.
"I don't think I'll be getting any more sleep right now." He said in explanation, flicking the on button.
I turned over from where I lay on him so I could see the television. The news was on.
My mind just kind of turned off as it absorbed the news. I couldn't stand it, the endless drone bored me.
That is, until-
"The Domino City Mall has been robbed two times in one day." The newscaster announced, topping her papers. "We'll hand this story over to Debra Nixon, reporting straight from the scene."
"Thank you Tara. I'm here to report about the msterious burglary that took place here," She gestured to the mall. "Twice today the mall was burglared, summing up to a total of $2,000 dollars stolen. There was no evidence found of this crime except for security camera footage."
The footage came on. It showed a dark store-
Movement-
A flash of white hair and of gold was all I needed.
"Oh my god," I gasped. "It's Ryou!"
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AN: *crickets chirp*
Um...sorry? Lame chapter?
*crickets chirp more*
Wah. I couldn't help it! Yami and Yugi are so cute! They were begging for their own chapter! Anywho, I hope you liked it. If not, please hold on.
It gets better.
Patience, grasshoppa, patience.
__________
NEXT CHAPTER!: Domino City becomes a living soap opera as Malik and Marik play with the Millenium Rod.
Kaiba is a puppet.
Joey is clueless.
Bakura and Ryou plunder people.
Yami and Yugi continue to be little plot extras.
Fun is had by all.
__________
Review because I loff you! Review because you liked the fic!
Heck, review because you hated it! (hopefully not)
Just review! ^_^
Can anyone say 'filler chappie'? Oh well, Yami/Yugi is unbearably coot.
Oh yeah, one more thing:
I GOT REVIEWS! *passes out the obligatory review!plushies*. I loff you all! Next chapter I'll have responses. And something that made resemble a plot. Pinkie swear ^-^.
__________
Disclaimer: If I owned yugioh, every episode would begin something like this:
Malik: CENSORED!!
Bakura: *sighs* They're at it again...
Ryou: They're like bunnies....who got into the viagra bottle.
Alas, fate is cruel and Yugioh remains not mine. Wah.
__________
"Ugh, it's cold in here." I muttered miserably and gave a little sniff, as if to break the dam that was currently preventing me to use my nose.
Yami smiled warmly at me from the other side of the couch. Damn Yami, being a spirit and being immune to flus and colds.
I glared at him, but I don't know if he could tell. My eyes were already so puffy they were half closed.
"You're cold?" He asked in a perfectly normal voice that a person without a stuffy nose would talk with.
I raised an arm from the cuccoon of blankets around me to show him the goosebumps that ran little bumpy trails along it.
Why are they called goosebumps, anyway? It's not like they resemble geese, or they let me fly or something. How stupid.
Stupid fever.
He reached down and took my arm in a gentle grip. Such nice, warm, pretty hands... my mind wandered as he ran his fingers along my arm, his eyes narrow in concern.
The best thing about this damn illness is that it covers the blush. Hell, Yami could stand up and start to stripdance and no one would see my blush.
Oooooh, stripdance...Yami...
"I'll warm you up then, aibou!" He declared suddenly, a fierce look of loyalty and protection on his face.
Again my blush was hidden as I thought of the ways he could 'warm me up'.
"Thank you." I murmured.
"Take it off!" My mind yelled randomly. It did that sometimes when Yami was around.
"Anything for you," Yami said softly. I felt a pang of dissapointment when I realized he wasn't a mindreader. "Stand up, Yugi."
I did, clasping the blankets around me like a robe or cape or the big pile of covers that it was.
Yami looked at me. "Now sit down."
Am I missing something, or did I just stand up for nothing? Stupid Yami.
I started to sit back down where I had sat, until two arms yanked me unceromniuosly onto a nice, warm seat.
A nice warm seat also known as Yami's lap. Blush blush blush.
"Silly." Yami whispered into my ear, reaching around me and arranging the covers so he was enveloped too.
Something poked me in the back. I shifted uncomfortably.
Damn, it was *hard*!
"What's wrong, aibou?" Yami said in a worried tone as I continued to wiggle around on his lap.
"You're poking me." I whined.
Yami blushed and rolled from under me faster than I would think possible with a ninety pound boy and twenty pounds of covers sitting on you. I looked at him, confused.
"It's allright, Yami. The millenium puzzle was just digging into my back."
See Yami blush. See Yami stutter. See Yami scoot away from poor little cold Yugi as if he had the plague. Flu. Whatever.
HEY! What was he doing, scooting away?! He was my surce of warmth, dammit!
I scooting myself and my mountain of covers on down the couch to where Yami studied his hands with a profound interest.
I took a breath and dove.
"YUGI?!"
"What?" Came my reply, somewhat muffled my Yami's stomach where my head was comfortably nestled. The rest of me was curled somewhere around his legs.
Did I ever mention he had nice, warm legs?
"Nothing." He sighed. I smiled and pulled the covers around him, relaxing onto him.
I guess I fell asleep, because the next thing I knew I was being shaken roughly.
"Yugi!" Wow, Yami sounded a bit embarassed. I yawned and tried to stretch.
Houston, we have a problem.
The good news was that my hands were nice and warm. The bad news was that my hands were nice and warm thanks to Yami's-
I gasped and quickly withdrew my hands from the back of Yami's pants.
How did they get there? Bad unconciouss movements. Bad! (Yugi seems to have Ryou's problem -_-)
"Um, sorry Yami." I said, trying to sound horrified and as embarasse as he was.
Yeah right. I'll never wash these hands again!
"It's alright, aibou. You just...woke me up." Yami smiled and ran his fingers through my hair, absently feeling my forehead. "You're warm still."
I smiled back and snuggled deeper into his wonderfully heated body. "So are you."
Yami reached over me and plucked the remote control from somewhere between the cushions.
"I don't think I'll be getting any more sleep right now." He said in explanation, flicking the on button.
I turned over from where I lay on him so I could see the television. The news was on.
My mind just kind of turned off as it absorbed the news. I couldn't stand it, the endless drone bored me.
That is, until-
"The Domino City Mall has been robbed two times in one day." The newscaster announced, topping her papers. "We'll hand this story over to Debra Nixon, reporting straight from the scene."
"Thank you Tara. I'm here to report about the msterious burglary that took place here," She gestured to the mall. "Twice today the mall was burglared, summing up to a total of $2,000 dollars stolen. There was no evidence found of this crime except for security camera footage."
The footage came on. It showed a dark store-
Movement-
A flash of white hair and of gold was all I needed.
"Oh my god," I gasped. "It's Ryou!"
__________
AN: *crickets chirp*
Um...sorry? Lame chapter?
*crickets chirp more*
Wah. I couldn't help it! Yami and Yugi are so cute! They were begging for their own chapter! Anywho, I hope you liked it. If not, please hold on.
It gets better.
Patience, grasshoppa, patience.
__________
NEXT CHAPTER!: Domino City becomes a living soap opera as Malik and Marik play with the Millenium Rod.
Kaiba is a puppet.
Joey is clueless.
Bakura and Ryou plunder people.
Yami and Yugi continue to be little plot extras.
Fun is had by all.
__________
Review because I loff you! Review because you liked the fic!
Heck, review because you hated it! (hopefully not)
Just review! ^_^