A/N: Yeah! I'm really into this idea!
Yami: For now. Remember what happened to History?
Yugi: Yeah. BAM!!! Writer's block...
Pikazoom: Why Yugi, it sounds as if you want me to continue even though you know its Seto/Yugi
Yugi/Yami: O_o
Pikazoom: ^_^ Maybe you guys are just in denile and not homophobes!
Yugi/Yami: DEFINITELY NOT!!!!
Pikazoom: O_o sheesh...well, don't read this chappie my muses! It's the closest you'll ever get to any kinda lime scene from me (I think)! XD XD XD Well...it sounds like lime but its purely innocent!
Yami/Yugi: O_O
To my reviewers:
Animefan: *shoves a chibi Yami plushie into her arms Wheeeeeeee! Thank you! Your review made me especially happy :)
Amethyst Sin and Yami Phiona: *gives them each a chibi Yami plushie* Yes, I want to keep going! *hopes she doesn't get writer's block* O_O
ACME-Rian: *gives them a chibi Yami plushie* Yes, I'll keep it up! ^_^
Crippled Chapter 3: Duel!
Seto raised an eyebrow at Yami.
"You heard me. I don't want to go to school..." The tri-colored haired teen pouted childishly, staring out of the window while sitting on his bed. He couldn't stand more ridiculing...it was pure torture. The word 'freak' and quiet laughter chased him through the halls yesterday...he couldn't take more.
Seto sighed and walked away. Was he really giving up? No, I don't think so...the cobalt eyed boy brought in his secret weapon...his brother. Mokuba was very capable of making people feel very guilty...or annoy them into defeat.
"How come you don't wanna go to school Yami? Don't you like it?" the raven haired child asked. Yami shook his head in response. The boy started to ramble. "Well, Niisama says we're not leaving until you come with us. You're gonna make us late for school! My teachers won't be happy if I'm late...or worse! Skip a whole day of school! I could get detention or kicked out of school-would you care if I got kicked out Yami?-cause I would! I really wanna be smart like Niisama and-"
"Alright, alright! I'll go," Yami interrupted, throughly agitated at surrendering to a child. Mokuba grinned at his brother and bounded out of the room. "You...are very evil," he said, glaring at Seto who shrugged in response. The brunette began to walk out of the room when... "Seto?" Yami asked.
"Hmm?"
"Can you help me...get dressed?" The crimson eyed boy blushed. Jiichan helped him yesterday...but his grandfather had gone out this morning...
Seto sat down on Yami's soft bed and began to unbutton the boy's pajamas patterned with horizontal blue and black stripes. Yami's breathing grew erratic, and he started to regret asking the brunette for help. Why was he reacting like this? It was just like changing in the boy's locker room, right? Still, he couldn't stop feeling warm...Seto diligently buckled up Yami's favorite blue leather shirt and then buttoned up his uniform.
"I-I can do the rest. Thank you," Yami stuttered. Yeah, he'd better change his own pants before he fainted. Seto nodded and walked out. Yami sighed with relief as the maroon in his cheeks faded away and started to finish changing.
After a call for Seto to fetch him, the party of three were off. The silence still hung in the air like yesterday, but suddenly, Mokuba destroyed the atmosphere.
"Have you ever played of Duel Monsters, Yami?" Mokuba asked curiously.
"Yugi plays it all the time, and we sell it in the shop, but I've never played it," Yami responded.
"Oh. Cause you know there's a tournament coming up soon."
"Are you entering?" The disabled boy asked.
"Me? No way! I'd get creamed by the duelists there! Capsule Monsters is more my thing. Won a couple tourneys for that game," he bragged, puffing out his chest. Mokuba liked to try to impress people, even if he denied it.
"That's nice."
"Anyway, Niisama is entering the Duel Monsters tournament."
"Really now? How good are you, Seto?" The crimson-eyed teenager asked the brunette chauffer, trying to move around to see his face.
"Good enough," came the reply. Yami shrugged and turned around, missing Mokuba's smirk.
After dropping Mokuba off, they quickly arrived at Domino High. Here and there, aside the whispers about Yami to the kids absent yesterday, there was talk of the Duel Monsters tournament. Apparently, it was becoming the popular thing in both Japan and America.
The murmurs continued through the classes till lunch. After another encounter from the lunch money stealing boy, Ryou sat down next to them again. "Are you entering the Duel Monsters tournament, Seto?" The white- haired boy asked. Seto simply nodded and took out his spare homemade lunch, a tuna sandwich.
"How about you, Yami?" Ryou redirected the same question.
"I don't even know how to play!" Yami laughed.
"Would you like to learn?" Seto suddenly said.
Yami blinked. "Uh...sure." He was stunned by Seto actually speaking without being asked a question.
Seto pulled out a small box from his black bag. From it, he pulled out his duel monsters deck and set it on the table. "This is my deck. You can have 40 cards in a deck," the brunette began. Yami listened intently as he explained magics, traps, and monsters. He didn't notice that at the sight of DM cards, the cafeteria began to gravitate toward the small group of three.
"He plays Duel Monsters?" a random kid whispered to his friend.
"Bet he's not very good. He's not very good at anything else," the reply came with a mocking laugh.
The end lunch bell rang loudly. Yami jumped. Lunch was ending already? He looked around and watched the herds of people file out. A group of guys were laughing on their way out. At the doorway, one of them shouted, "Hey loser! Your wasting your time teaching your buddy! Bet with that WHEELCHAIR of his, he won't even see over the platform!" They walked out rolling with laughter.
Yami looked downcast again. They were probably right. His wheelchair and current disability were always the problem...he tried to hold in the oncoming tears.
"Don't listen to them Yami," Ryou comforted him. "The platforms are readjustable to height anyway." Yami gave a little smile in response. However, he was far from happy.
The rest of the day passed by quickly enough. After another beaning in dodgeball, Seto seemed ready to go. On the way out he was tripped by a popular girl, making him let go of the wheelchair. Yami panicked.
"Hey." A guy behind him said, whirling Yami around. "Got any Duel Monster cards? Surely your friend gave you some. Gimme em."
"I don't have any," Yami said, a little unsure of the oncoming results of his response.
"Well then, your disposable, FREAK!" the guy cackled like the witch from OZ and punched Yami in the stomach. Yami lurched over coughing. The excrutiating pain sent him spiraling toward dizziness...he would pass out soon. He barely felt the wheelchair being spun around and pushed out toward some downward stairs.
'Seto...' the crimson-eyed boy thought...his head lobbing around a little...everything was getting dark. Suddenly, everything jerk to a stop. Seto was leaning over, panting a little, but he was gripping the handle very firmly. Yami smiled at him a bit and closed his eyes, passing out from the pain that was throbbing in his stomach.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The crimson-eyed boy woke up slowly. He was lying in a bed...just like at the hospital. He was getting deja vu. It wasn't his bed though. He looked around. It must've been his brunette buddy's room. There were a couple posters of Duel Monsters, especially of a very light blue dragon with haunting cobalt eyes...like Seto's...
There were pictures of Mokuba, but very few of Seto. In fact, he was mostly in pictures where Mokuba was in as well. None of the pictures had him smiling...except one. Mokuba wasn't in this one. Instead it had a man and woman hugging a child with shimmering blue eyes. That was Seto. He looked so happy...
The most puzzling thing Yami saw was a contact holder. Seto had contacts? Interesting...though it did make sense. He wore glasses after all. Aside from that, there were a lot of books, and a manga series called Cowboy Bebop.
"Are you feeling better?" Seto asked, walking calmly into the room. Yami winced and shook his head. Now that he mentioned it, his stomach was in a lot of pain. The cobalt-eyed boy lifted up Yami's shirt. The crimson-eyed boy felt a blush run through his cheeks. The brunette didn't seem to notice though, and he placed a tied cloth full of ice onto the large purple bruise. Yami hissed in response to a sharp jolt of pain and the freezing ice coming in contact with his skin.
Seto pulled up a chair from the desk in his room and sat next to Yami. The crimson-eyed boy sighed and wondered what the handsome brunette was thinking about...
"I called the game shop. I explained what happened to you, and your grandfather will come to get you later," Seto said.
"Thanks," was the reply. Yami couldn't help but feel that Seto was his guardian angel. He was always saving Yami. The tri-colored haired teen smiled. If he were to have a guardian angel, he was glad it was Seto.
Yami leaned back into the bed. He thought about the events that had occured and frowned. Helpless. That's how he felt right now. He couldn't stop the bully from picking on him, much less save himself while in the wheelchair. Yami shut his crimson eyes and turned away from Seto, holding the ice bag in place. He was weak...
"If you feel helpless," Seto began, seemingly reading Yami's mind, "there's really nothing you can do. However, your casts will come off eventually."
"And what about my leg?" Yami asked, still not facing Seto. He was hoping that would get the brunette to stop talking. Being comforted wasn't something he really wanted right now. His casts WOULD come off...but only in a couple of months. That was a long time...too long.
"If you wanted, you could get a bionic leg," he replied. A bionic leg? A mechanical leg? Yami hadn't thought about that. But then again, he'd still look like a freak. And his grandfather wouldn't be able to afford something so costly.
"Hn," Yami said simply, not letting Seto know about his silent disappointment. The tri-colored haired boy closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him...
Yami: For now. Remember what happened to History?
Yugi: Yeah. BAM!!! Writer's block...
Pikazoom: Why Yugi, it sounds as if you want me to continue even though you know its Seto/Yugi
Yugi/Yami: O_o
Pikazoom: ^_^ Maybe you guys are just in denile and not homophobes!
Yugi/Yami: DEFINITELY NOT!!!!
Pikazoom: O_o sheesh...well, don't read this chappie my muses! It's the closest you'll ever get to any kinda lime scene from me (I think)! XD XD XD Well...it sounds like lime but its purely innocent!
Yami/Yugi: O_O
To my reviewers:
Animefan: *shoves a chibi Yami plushie into her arms Wheeeeeeee! Thank you! Your review made me especially happy :)
Amethyst Sin and Yami Phiona: *gives them each a chibi Yami plushie* Yes, I want to keep going! *hopes she doesn't get writer's block* O_O
ACME-Rian: *gives them a chibi Yami plushie* Yes, I'll keep it up! ^_^
Crippled Chapter 3: Duel!
Seto raised an eyebrow at Yami.
"You heard me. I don't want to go to school..." The tri-colored haired teen pouted childishly, staring out of the window while sitting on his bed. He couldn't stand more ridiculing...it was pure torture. The word 'freak' and quiet laughter chased him through the halls yesterday...he couldn't take more.
Seto sighed and walked away. Was he really giving up? No, I don't think so...the cobalt eyed boy brought in his secret weapon...his brother. Mokuba was very capable of making people feel very guilty...or annoy them into defeat.
"How come you don't wanna go to school Yami? Don't you like it?" the raven haired child asked. Yami shook his head in response. The boy started to ramble. "Well, Niisama says we're not leaving until you come with us. You're gonna make us late for school! My teachers won't be happy if I'm late...or worse! Skip a whole day of school! I could get detention or kicked out of school-would you care if I got kicked out Yami?-cause I would! I really wanna be smart like Niisama and-"
"Alright, alright! I'll go," Yami interrupted, throughly agitated at surrendering to a child. Mokuba grinned at his brother and bounded out of the room. "You...are very evil," he said, glaring at Seto who shrugged in response. The brunette began to walk out of the room when... "Seto?" Yami asked.
"Hmm?"
"Can you help me...get dressed?" The crimson eyed boy blushed. Jiichan helped him yesterday...but his grandfather had gone out this morning...
Seto sat down on Yami's soft bed and began to unbutton the boy's pajamas patterned with horizontal blue and black stripes. Yami's breathing grew erratic, and he started to regret asking the brunette for help. Why was he reacting like this? It was just like changing in the boy's locker room, right? Still, he couldn't stop feeling warm...Seto diligently buckled up Yami's favorite blue leather shirt and then buttoned up his uniform.
"I-I can do the rest. Thank you," Yami stuttered. Yeah, he'd better change his own pants before he fainted. Seto nodded and walked out. Yami sighed with relief as the maroon in his cheeks faded away and started to finish changing.
After a call for Seto to fetch him, the party of three were off. The silence still hung in the air like yesterday, but suddenly, Mokuba destroyed the atmosphere.
"Have you ever played of Duel Monsters, Yami?" Mokuba asked curiously.
"Yugi plays it all the time, and we sell it in the shop, but I've never played it," Yami responded.
"Oh. Cause you know there's a tournament coming up soon."
"Are you entering?" The disabled boy asked.
"Me? No way! I'd get creamed by the duelists there! Capsule Monsters is more my thing. Won a couple tourneys for that game," he bragged, puffing out his chest. Mokuba liked to try to impress people, even if he denied it.
"That's nice."
"Anyway, Niisama is entering the Duel Monsters tournament."
"Really now? How good are you, Seto?" The crimson-eyed teenager asked the brunette chauffer, trying to move around to see his face.
"Good enough," came the reply. Yami shrugged and turned around, missing Mokuba's smirk.
After dropping Mokuba off, they quickly arrived at Domino High. Here and there, aside the whispers about Yami to the kids absent yesterday, there was talk of the Duel Monsters tournament. Apparently, it was becoming the popular thing in both Japan and America.
The murmurs continued through the classes till lunch. After another encounter from the lunch money stealing boy, Ryou sat down next to them again. "Are you entering the Duel Monsters tournament, Seto?" The white- haired boy asked. Seto simply nodded and took out his spare homemade lunch, a tuna sandwich.
"How about you, Yami?" Ryou redirected the same question.
"I don't even know how to play!" Yami laughed.
"Would you like to learn?" Seto suddenly said.
Yami blinked. "Uh...sure." He was stunned by Seto actually speaking without being asked a question.
Seto pulled out a small box from his black bag. From it, he pulled out his duel monsters deck and set it on the table. "This is my deck. You can have 40 cards in a deck," the brunette began. Yami listened intently as he explained magics, traps, and monsters. He didn't notice that at the sight of DM cards, the cafeteria began to gravitate toward the small group of three.
"He plays Duel Monsters?" a random kid whispered to his friend.
"Bet he's not very good. He's not very good at anything else," the reply came with a mocking laugh.
The end lunch bell rang loudly. Yami jumped. Lunch was ending already? He looked around and watched the herds of people file out. A group of guys were laughing on their way out. At the doorway, one of them shouted, "Hey loser! Your wasting your time teaching your buddy! Bet with that WHEELCHAIR of his, he won't even see over the platform!" They walked out rolling with laughter.
Yami looked downcast again. They were probably right. His wheelchair and current disability were always the problem...he tried to hold in the oncoming tears.
"Don't listen to them Yami," Ryou comforted him. "The platforms are readjustable to height anyway." Yami gave a little smile in response. However, he was far from happy.
The rest of the day passed by quickly enough. After another beaning in dodgeball, Seto seemed ready to go. On the way out he was tripped by a popular girl, making him let go of the wheelchair. Yami panicked.
"Hey." A guy behind him said, whirling Yami around. "Got any Duel Monster cards? Surely your friend gave you some. Gimme em."
"I don't have any," Yami said, a little unsure of the oncoming results of his response.
"Well then, your disposable, FREAK!" the guy cackled like the witch from OZ and punched Yami in the stomach. Yami lurched over coughing. The excrutiating pain sent him spiraling toward dizziness...he would pass out soon. He barely felt the wheelchair being spun around and pushed out toward some downward stairs.
'Seto...' the crimson-eyed boy thought...his head lobbing around a little...everything was getting dark. Suddenly, everything jerk to a stop. Seto was leaning over, panting a little, but he was gripping the handle very firmly. Yami smiled at him a bit and closed his eyes, passing out from the pain that was throbbing in his stomach.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The crimson-eyed boy woke up slowly. He was lying in a bed...just like at the hospital. He was getting deja vu. It wasn't his bed though. He looked around. It must've been his brunette buddy's room. There were a couple posters of Duel Monsters, especially of a very light blue dragon with haunting cobalt eyes...like Seto's...
There were pictures of Mokuba, but very few of Seto. In fact, he was mostly in pictures where Mokuba was in as well. None of the pictures had him smiling...except one. Mokuba wasn't in this one. Instead it had a man and woman hugging a child with shimmering blue eyes. That was Seto. He looked so happy...
The most puzzling thing Yami saw was a contact holder. Seto had contacts? Interesting...though it did make sense. He wore glasses after all. Aside from that, there were a lot of books, and a manga series called Cowboy Bebop.
"Are you feeling better?" Seto asked, walking calmly into the room. Yami winced and shook his head. Now that he mentioned it, his stomach was in a lot of pain. The cobalt-eyed boy lifted up Yami's shirt. The crimson-eyed boy felt a blush run through his cheeks. The brunette didn't seem to notice though, and he placed a tied cloth full of ice onto the large purple bruise. Yami hissed in response to a sharp jolt of pain and the freezing ice coming in contact with his skin.
Seto pulled up a chair from the desk in his room and sat next to Yami. The crimson-eyed boy sighed and wondered what the handsome brunette was thinking about...
"I called the game shop. I explained what happened to you, and your grandfather will come to get you later," Seto said.
"Thanks," was the reply. Yami couldn't help but feel that Seto was his guardian angel. He was always saving Yami. The tri-colored haired teen smiled. If he were to have a guardian angel, he was glad it was Seto.
Yami leaned back into the bed. He thought about the events that had occured and frowned. Helpless. That's how he felt right now. He couldn't stop the bully from picking on him, much less save himself while in the wheelchair. Yami shut his crimson eyes and turned away from Seto, holding the ice bag in place. He was weak...
"If you feel helpless," Seto began, seemingly reading Yami's mind, "there's really nothing you can do. However, your casts will come off eventually."
"And what about my leg?" Yami asked, still not facing Seto. He was hoping that would get the brunette to stop talking. Being comforted wasn't something he really wanted right now. His casts WOULD come off...but only in a couple of months. That was a long time...too long.
"If you wanted, you could get a bionic leg," he replied. A bionic leg? A mechanical leg? Yami hadn't thought about that. But then again, he'd still look like a freak. And his grandfather wouldn't be able to afford something so costly.
"Hn," Yami said simply, not letting Seto know about his silent disappointment. The tri-colored haired boy closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him...