a/n: This is a short chapter, but after this I have more ideas! If you haven't noticed, all my 'good idea' chapters are long, when all my connecter ones are short. It's because I can never think of good connecter chapters!
Oh well. Thanx to all my reviewers! I've read most of your fics too, and I just want to let you all know I think they're great! ^_^
Sorry I haven't updated... I've been out of town. But now I'm back to torture you!!
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Yami opened the door for her and she nodded graciously. Kitty looked back at him before leading the way down the stairs.
A few minutes later the four of them were seated at the table. Yami noticed Alan had a beer in place of the water the rest of them had.
"So, /Kitty/, is this your new boyfriend?" her father asked, his eyes boring into hers. Though he said it with a calm face, Yami saw a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
Katrina went bright red and shook her head.
"Do you have a lot of classes together?" he pressed, glancing at Yami, who stared back, his face unreadable.
Kitty nodded, trying to make the color drain from her face.
"I'm afraid I'm bad with names," Mr. Lakewood said, taking a swig of beer. "What did you say yours is?"
"Yugi," he replied in a flat tone.
- Yami, I think you should cheer up a little. If you keep sounding like that, he's going to suspect something! - Yugi warned.
Realizing his alter-ego was right, he tried to soften his expression slightly.
"Yugi, that's right. That's an interesting hair style," Alan said.
- Dad, shut up! You're talking to a /pharaoh/! - Kitty thought desperately. She stole a glance at Yami. He just stared at her father. She thought she saw a slight glare flit through his eyes, but when she blinked, it had disappeared.
"So, are you two good friends?" Mr. Lakewood asked. He was trying to look like he was interested in his daughter's life. It seemed funny to Yami that he could pretend to be so involved, yet forget she was deaf. He didn't have to have someone tell him that Alan didn't know sign language. He probably didn't even know what it was.
"Yes," Yami replied, and glanced at Kitty, who busied herself with her food.
She let her hair fall in front of her face to cover the fact that she was red. That was the last thing she needed... for her father to see her blush. Though she knew Yami would never bring it up again, Yugi might. That would be bad.
Not hungry any more, Kitty stood. "I'm going upstairs," she signed to her mother, who nodded.
Yami, Eliza and Katrina brought their plates inside and put them in the sink.
"It's getting late, Yugi. Maybe you should head home," Mrs. Lakewood said.
Yami nodded and followed Kitty up the stairs.
- Thank her for helping me study! - Yugi said as Yami packed up his things.
Catching Kitty's attention, Yami said, "Yugi wants to thank you for helping him."
"Oh, no problem," she signed with a smile. - Oh, that's weird. -
Nothing more was said until the two of them were about to leave her room. Before Yami left, he turned and put a hand on her shoulder.
"If you need anything, I'm here for you," he said, looking directly into her brown eyes.
She nodded, stunned. She realized she was blushing again, but luckily Yami had already started down the stairs.
Kitty walked him to the door and watched him walk down the road. He stopped and looked back once, then continued on his way.
She closed the door and turned around, only to find herself staring at her father.
"What have I told you about friends on school nights?" he asked, he eyes flashing dangerously.
She backed up into the door as he took a few steps toward her and grabbed her shirt. Alan threw her to the ground and kicked her.
The same scene just one more time...
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a/n: I know it was short, but I couldn't think of any more to write. I was actually playing it all by ear up until Yami's last line. That was the only part I really had down in my mind. Other than that, my hands did all of it. When I'm writing, it's like my hands have a mind of their own. They're the ones coming up with all the ideas and stuff. The ideas never even have a chance to enter my mind before they're down on paper (okay, computer). It's actually kinda' cool!
Okay, enough chatter. REVIEW... please?
Oh well. Thanx to all my reviewers! I've read most of your fics too, and I just want to let you all know I think they're great! ^_^
Sorry I haven't updated... I've been out of town. But now I'm back to torture you!!
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Yami opened the door for her and she nodded graciously. Kitty looked back at him before leading the way down the stairs.
A few minutes later the four of them were seated at the table. Yami noticed Alan had a beer in place of the water the rest of them had.
"So, /Kitty/, is this your new boyfriend?" her father asked, his eyes boring into hers. Though he said it with a calm face, Yami saw a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
Katrina went bright red and shook her head.
"Do you have a lot of classes together?" he pressed, glancing at Yami, who stared back, his face unreadable.
Kitty nodded, trying to make the color drain from her face.
"I'm afraid I'm bad with names," Mr. Lakewood said, taking a swig of beer. "What did you say yours is?"
"Yugi," he replied in a flat tone.
- Yami, I think you should cheer up a little. If you keep sounding like that, he's going to suspect something! - Yugi warned.
Realizing his alter-ego was right, he tried to soften his expression slightly.
"Yugi, that's right. That's an interesting hair style," Alan said.
- Dad, shut up! You're talking to a /pharaoh/! - Kitty thought desperately. She stole a glance at Yami. He just stared at her father. She thought she saw a slight glare flit through his eyes, but when she blinked, it had disappeared.
"So, are you two good friends?" Mr. Lakewood asked. He was trying to look like he was interested in his daughter's life. It seemed funny to Yami that he could pretend to be so involved, yet forget she was deaf. He didn't have to have someone tell him that Alan didn't know sign language. He probably didn't even know what it was.
"Yes," Yami replied, and glanced at Kitty, who busied herself with her food.
She let her hair fall in front of her face to cover the fact that she was red. That was the last thing she needed... for her father to see her blush. Though she knew Yami would never bring it up again, Yugi might. That would be bad.
Not hungry any more, Kitty stood. "I'm going upstairs," she signed to her mother, who nodded.
Yami, Eliza and Katrina brought their plates inside and put them in the sink.
"It's getting late, Yugi. Maybe you should head home," Mrs. Lakewood said.
Yami nodded and followed Kitty up the stairs.
- Thank her for helping me study! - Yugi said as Yami packed up his things.
Catching Kitty's attention, Yami said, "Yugi wants to thank you for helping him."
"Oh, no problem," she signed with a smile. - Oh, that's weird. -
Nothing more was said until the two of them were about to leave her room. Before Yami left, he turned and put a hand on her shoulder.
"If you need anything, I'm here for you," he said, looking directly into her brown eyes.
She nodded, stunned. She realized she was blushing again, but luckily Yami had already started down the stairs.
Kitty walked him to the door and watched him walk down the road. He stopped and looked back once, then continued on his way.
She closed the door and turned around, only to find herself staring at her father.
"What have I told you about friends on school nights?" he asked, he eyes flashing dangerously.
She backed up into the door as he took a few steps toward her and grabbed her shirt. Alan threw her to the ground and kicked her.
The same scene just one more time...
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a/n: I know it was short, but I couldn't think of any more to write. I was actually playing it all by ear up until Yami's last line. That was the only part I really had down in my mind. Other than that, my hands did all of it. When I'm writing, it's like my hands have a mind of their own. They're the ones coming up with all the ideas and stuff. The ideas never even have a chance to enter my mind before they're down on paper (okay, computer). It's actually kinda' cool!
Okay, enough chatter. REVIEW... please?
