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Right, ok.be warned everybody he chooses to read this - it's my very first attempt of fluff 0.o and may well be tacky, loserish and downright naff - you have been warned.
Yugi's Special Sunday.
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As light beamed through a small gap in the curtains, falling across the floor and climbing up the side of the bed, a small figure gently stirs, letting out a light moan as he begins to awake from his dreams. Yugi had been dreaming of the same thing every evening ever since the first time he clapped eyes on Yami, and it was simple, for him to be there every morning, and be there for him to kiss gently goodnight at the end of the day. When wishes were this simple, it seemed like nothing would ever go wrong for the couple. A smile crept across his face as he lay there, half conscious, thinking about him. A wave of warmth came over him as he thought about it, and he pulled his covers over his head, closed his eyes, and tried to recover his dream.
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"Good morning listeners, today we're in for a delightfully bright morning, cool and crisp, so stay in, open the windows, and enjoy the first waves of winter on this Super Sunday morning." The radio was trailing off to the back of Yami's thought's as he began to prepare breakfast, he was in a fine mood, but then again, who wouldn't be when they had all they ever wanted in their lives? Yugi meant everything to him, and today he felt like proving into his young hikari. Today Yugi was going to experience how it felt to be treated like a pharaoh, to feel like he was really the most special thing in the world to Yami. Alanis Morissette began to play in the background, and as the light beat to Jagged Little Pill rolled around the kitchen, Yami couldn't help but dance around foolishly, the kind of dance that we only do by ourselves, outrageous and uncoordinated spins, clumsily bumping into cabinets, stools, and eventually falling, giddy with happiness, His golden hair had fallen over his eyes, the red tips dancing in front of him like firecrackers, his eyes were gleaming in the sunlight and he found it difficult to breath in between laughter. Pulling himself up, he made his way over to the stove, and lit the hob. He was making Yugi breakfast, his favourite in fact, small circular discs of hash browns, tomatoes, French bread, and a cup of hot chocolate. He prayed that Yugi hadn't decided to get up anytime soon, he wanted this to be a surprise, after all.
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With the radio gently humming from downstairs, and a previous 'thump', Yugi wandered if now were perhaps the right time to get up and see what Yami was up to, then again, the room was cold and he'd left his window open all night. He knew that if her got
up from under the sheets, he would lose the warmth and probably wouldn't feel comfortable all day. ^Just a little while longer^ He nuzzled his face into the pillow, curling up into a tight ball and filling every crevice of cool air he could fill with some of his blanket. Safe in his cocoon, he seems to drift off once more. His breathing slowed, chest slowly rising and then falling in time to rise once more. He breathed a sigh of content, he had forgotten the days when life was hard, and only looked towards his and Yami's future. The light cutting through the room sent small particles of dust out to dance, highly similar to the activities taking place downstairs, and as Yugi slept the curtains began to dance with the light, entwining together like the two lovers had so many times before.
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As he carefully trod his way up the stairs, food tray balanced in one hand, newspaper and mug of cocoa in the other, Yami held his breath upon entering the room. As he was about to turn the knob with his nose, another idea suddenly struck him. Carefully placing the objects on the floor in front of the door, Yami ran back downstairs to the laundry room, where he had left his rather tight leather trousers and mesh top to be cleaned. He had weighed out the balance, either look hot for his hikari on the special day and risk being caught wearing his leather jeans with the *ahem* toothpaste on the thigh, or go without, after all, they may well get quite as messy after this morning if Yami enjoyed his breakfast..
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The light fell across Yugi's bed, falling over his face, causing him to abruptly jolt from his sleep. Grudgingly opening his eyes, he couldn't believe what he saw. Rubbing the dust away, his eyes widened and a giant grin grew on his face as Yami stood before him. Bending down to place the breakfast at the foot of the bed, Yami's trousers gently squeaked and he quickly straightened himself out. "Good morning sleepy head" He beamed, sitting himself at the side of the bed and reaching into nuzzle Yugi's neck. Yugi squealed and pulled Yami close, planting a kiss on his cheek and growing highly bemused as to why Yami had made the effort.
"What's all this for?" He enquired, looking Yami in his bright, shining eyes. Yami grinned, gently stroking Yugi's cheek, pulling him close to feel his hot, sweet breath against his lips, "I don't need a reason to love you the way I do," he beamed, and crushed his lips against Yugi, leaning him back on the bed.
^If this is what Sundays are always about,^ thought Yugi, ^then forget the rest of the week.^
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0.o...okay everybody.. I'm ready for any criticisms, any likes/dislikes, just lay that crap on me so I can get real good real fast coz when your good POP then you don't need to pop pills POP and poppin pills is bad pop,pop,pop,pop,pop Poppin'..
Right, ok.be warned everybody he chooses to read this - it's my very first attempt of fluff 0.o and may well be tacky, loserish and downright naff - you have been warned.
Yugi's Special Sunday.
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As light beamed through a small gap in the curtains, falling across the floor and climbing up the side of the bed, a small figure gently stirs, letting out a light moan as he begins to awake from his dreams. Yugi had been dreaming of the same thing every evening ever since the first time he clapped eyes on Yami, and it was simple, for him to be there every morning, and be there for him to kiss gently goodnight at the end of the day. When wishes were this simple, it seemed like nothing would ever go wrong for the couple. A smile crept across his face as he lay there, half conscious, thinking about him. A wave of warmth came over him as he thought about it, and he pulled his covers over his head, closed his eyes, and tried to recover his dream.
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"Good morning listeners, today we're in for a delightfully bright morning, cool and crisp, so stay in, open the windows, and enjoy the first waves of winter on this Super Sunday morning." The radio was trailing off to the back of Yami's thought's as he began to prepare breakfast, he was in a fine mood, but then again, who wouldn't be when they had all they ever wanted in their lives? Yugi meant everything to him, and today he felt like proving into his young hikari. Today Yugi was going to experience how it felt to be treated like a pharaoh, to feel like he was really the most special thing in the world to Yami. Alanis Morissette began to play in the background, and as the light beat to Jagged Little Pill rolled around the kitchen, Yami couldn't help but dance around foolishly, the kind of dance that we only do by ourselves, outrageous and uncoordinated spins, clumsily bumping into cabinets, stools, and eventually falling, giddy with happiness, His golden hair had fallen over his eyes, the red tips dancing in front of him like firecrackers, his eyes were gleaming in the sunlight and he found it difficult to breath in between laughter. Pulling himself up, he made his way over to the stove, and lit the hob. He was making Yugi breakfast, his favourite in fact, small circular discs of hash browns, tomatoes, French bread, and a cup of hot chocolate. He prayed that Yugi hadn't decided to get up anytime soon, he wanted this to be a surprise, after all.
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With the radio gently humming from downstairs, and a previous 'thump', Yugi wandered if now were perhaps the right time to get up and see what Yami was up to, then again, the room was cold and he'd left his window open all night. He knew that if her got
up from under the sheets, he would lose the warmth and probably wouldn't feel comfortable all day. ^Just a little while longer^ He nuzzled his face into the pillow, curling up into a tight ball and filling every crevice of cool air he could fill with some of his blanket. Safe in his cocoon, he seems to drift off once more. His breathing slowed, chest slowly rising and then falling in time to rise once more. He breathed a sigh of content, he had forgotten the days when life was hard, and only looked towards his and Yami's future. The light cutting through the room sent small particles of dust out to dance, highly similar to the activities taking place downstairs, and as Yugi slept the curtains began to dance with the light, entwining together like the two lovers had so many times before.
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As he carefully trod his way up the stairs, food tray balanced in one hand, newspaper and mug of cocoa in the other, Yami held his breath upon entering the room. As he was about to turn the knob with his nose, another idea suddenly struck him. Carefully placing the objects on the floor in front of the door, Yami ran back downstairs to the laundry room, where he had left his rather tight leather trousers and mesh top to be cleaned. He had weighed out the balance, either look hot for his hikari on the special day and risk being caught wearing his leather jeans with the *ahem* toothpaste on the thigh, or go without, after all, they may well get quite as messy after this morning if Yami enjoyed his breakfast..
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The light fell across Yugi's bed, falling over his face, causing him to abruptly jolt from his sleep. Grudgingly opening his eyes, he couldn't believe what he saw. Rubbing the dust away, his eyes widened and a giant grin grew on his face as Yami stood before him. Bending down to place the breakfast at the foot of the bed, Yami's trousers gently squeaked and he quickly straightened himself out. "Good morning sleepy head" He beamed, sitting himself at the side of the bed and reaching into nuzzle Yugi's neck. Yugi squealed and pulled Yami close, planting a kiss on his cheek and growing highly bemused as to why Yami had made the effort.
"What's all this for?" He enquired, looking Yami in his bright, shining eyes. Yami grinned, gently stroking Yugi's cheek, pulling him close to feel his hot, sweet breath against his lips, "I don't need a reason to love you the way I do," he beamed, and crushed his lips against Yugi, leaning him back on the bed.
^If this is what Sundays are always about,^ thought Yugi, ^then forget the rest of the week.^
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0.o...okay everybody.. I'm ready for any criticisms, any likes/dislikes, just lay that crap on me so I can get real good real fast coz when your good POP then you don't need to pop pills POP and poppin pills is bad pop,pop,pop,pop,pop Poppin'..