A/N None of you guessed right. Lol. I really didn't expect you to know
anyway.but you'll see soon enough. ^^
Was the lack of Yami/Yugi fluff the reason I didn't get as many reviews last chapter? Oh well. *shrug* Lots of that coming up anyway, so no need to worry. ^____________^
Plus I just realized that in all my stories, I have no disclaimer. *gasp* I just figured you all knew. But, for those of you who don't, here it is.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. Sadly, it's true. But I've been considering kidnapping Kazuki Takahashi and MAKING him draw for me. ^_______^ But it'll be hard sneaking him out from the airport..
~*~Chapter 6~*~
Ryou came through the sliding glass doors of the hospital, not even bothering to brush away the snow that had collected in his hair. He stopped at the front desk, where a blond nurse sat, talking to her boyfriend on the phone. The whole way there, he had been crushed with wave after wave of worry and guilt. Worry for his best friend's well being, and guilt for having shared a kiss with a certain white-haired teen who, just earlier this week, watched amused as Yami beat up Yugi. Of course, neither of them had known about the cancer..but it was still unforgivable! Yet..
"I'm here to see Yugi Motou." Ryou said to the blond, who glanced casually over at the boy before returning to her conversation.
"What room is he in?" he continued, tapping his fingers against the desk in annoyance.
"One second, sir! I'll be right with you!" The blond hissed, apologizing to whoever was on the other line.
"Now would be nice.." Ryou said, irritated.
"Ok, FINE!" The nurse finally hung up, and grudgingly looked up Motou in her folder. "Room 403." [Muahaha! That's the same room Bakura has in my other fic]
"Thank you!" Ryou said, heading towards the elevator.
***
Ryou knocked on the door twice before entering. "Yugi?"
The tri-color haired boy looked up tiredly from his notebook, but forced himself to smile happily when he saw who it was. "Ryou! You came to see me!"
Ryou gave a sad smile and went over to the side of Yugi's bed. "Of course I came." He looked about the room, from the bleeping heart monitor to the IV stand, noting the pale color of Yugi's face. "Are you going to be alright?"
Yugi hesiated momentarily before saying, "I'll be fine! No need to worry!" But inside, he wondered. He wondered just how long he would wait before telling Ryou he had the rest of the week. He had never hept anything from his best friend before, not in the many years he had known the white-haired teen. But there was no need to cause Ryou reasons to worry.
Yugi bit his lip when he saw Ryou didn't quite believe everything was fine. Flashing a bright smile, the ill youth said, "Oh, come on, Ryou. Really, I'm ok!"
The white haired teen scanned his best friend's face with worried eyes, sensing the forced happiness in Yugi's words. But instead of pressing the subject further, Ryou changed the subject, talking, instead, about next week's football game.
That subject normally excited Yugi greatly, which was Ryou's goal. But little did Ryou know that this time, the excitement was replaced by depression. Because Yugi knew he wouldn't be there to play or cheer them on.
***
School on Thursday went by sluggishly, the clock ticking at an impossibly slow rate. It was nearing the end of sixth period. Ryou had pretended not to notice Bakura's stares all day, and Yami's thoughts constantly went to a certain tri-color haired boy who was not at school today. All three were yearning to hear the familiar ringing of the bell, all for their own reasons.
When History finally ended, Yami got up quickly, stuffing his books into his backpack, and heading to where his motorcycle was parked outside. Immediately, he started up the vehicle and headed towards Domino Hospital.
***
"Yugi, you have a visitor," said a nurse said softly, opening the door so a slender, leather-clad figure could enter the room.
Yami walked in, holding a copy of tonight's homework for the ill boy. But Yugi lie still on the bed, his eyes shut in peaceful sleep. Yami looked about the room before putting the worksheets on a side table. But now that Yugi had his homework, Yami really had no reason to stay any longer. Burrowing his eyebrows in thought, Yami decided to wait until Yugi woke up. He was technically supposed to spend the day with him anyway, right?
So Yami stood above the bed, watching the steady rise and fall of Yugi's chest. But there was one question in his mind. After the week was up....then what? Would everything go back to the way it was before? Sure, Yami had said he was Yugi's friend, but...was that a permanent friendship? He could not see himself hanging out with the little one at school. And what would Bakura think? And being friends with Yugi was exactly what Coach Wells had planned form the start, wasn't it. And Yami would be damned if he let anyone get the best of him.
But still, Yami really hoped Yugi would get better soon. Whenever Yugi was around, there was something about him that made Yami feel different. Something the taller teen couldn't quite put his finger on. Maybe it was Yugi's childish innocence. The way Yugi's eyes brightened in happiness, the way he flashed his beautiful smile.
Yami stared again at the small form that lay beneath the soft, white sheets.
How angelic the little one looked. His pale, creamy skin...his light pink lips that moved apart and drew together with every breath he took. The taller of the two paused on Yugi's lips, letting his eyes linger on rose-colored entrance. Slowly, he subconsciously moved his head lower.
Yugi stirred in his sleep, slowly opening his violet eyes. As his vision focused, he said, startled, "Yami!"
The tri-color haired teen jerked back, the slightest blush gracing his cheeks. "Uh.hi, Yugi."
Yugi smiled, unaware of anything. "How long have you been here?" He asked cheerfully.
"Not very long. I just wanted to drop off some stuff. It's over there," Yami pointed to where he had placed the various papers from different classes.
"Thank you!" Yugi said, smiling.
Yami smiled too, though not seeing any reason for doing so. "Your probably tired. I should leave."
"No!" Yugi shouted, surprising Yami. Even though he was feeling a bit tired, he wanted Yami to stay. Because when Yami was there, it made all the pain go away. Because Yami was his new friend, and Yugi felt happy when Yami was around. Even if it was just momentary, it brought Yugi away from hospital life; away from the tiredness, the dizzy spells, and the loneliness.
"You want me to stay?" the tri-color haired teen asked.
Yugi blushed slightly, bringing his eyes up to meet Yami's intense, crimson ones. "I just thought maybe you wanted to play Duel Monsters with me."
Yami grinned. Duel monsters? That was his favorite game. He didn't know Yugi was into that kind of stuff, though. "Sure," Yami smirked, pulling his deck out of his leather jacket. "But I should warn you that I'm a pretty good duelist."
Yugi shook his head, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But you're still no match for me!"
And so, the game progressed. Both were amazed by the other's skill and were shocked to find out that the Dark Magician was the strongest cards in both their decks.[1] But in the middle of the game, Yugi's vision was slowly being obscured by murky shadows of darkness. Oh, not again! Yugi blinked hard, repeatedly, trying to chase away the lingering wisps of dimness.
"Yugi?" Yami asked, noting the pause in the other's game scheme.
"Sorry. I just feel a little weird..." Yugi explained, shutting his eyes for a minute, momentarily succumbing to the dark. He had been sitting on the very edge of his bed so he could have easy access to the makeshift "dueling arena". And with his eyes still closed, he involuntarily began to tilt more and more away from the bed until he fell off the bed completely and landed, with a soft thump, onto Yami.
"Yugi....are you ok?" Yami asked, uncertainly, pushing the little one up into a sitting position.
"Hmmm?" Yugi murmured softly, opening his eyes a little. "OH! I'm so sorry!" He apologized, scrambling out of Yami's lap and escaping the strong, warm arms that, for a moment, had surrounded him.
Yugi's blushed a bright red, and Yami's remained unreadable. After what seemed like an eternity of uneasy silence, Yami said, "I guess it IS getting a bit late." He glanced at the clock mounted on the wall. They had been dueling for four hours, so it was no wonder Yugi had begun to lose his stamina.
A nurse, as of on cue, popped her head in and said, "Young man, visiting hours are over!"
"Ok.." Yami said, and then to Yugi, "I'll see you later, ok?"
Yugi nodded tiredly, and leaned back into the soft pillows of his bed. Yami picked up his deck and left.
Once outside, Yami pulled out his deck again, just to make sure he didn't leave any cards at the hospital. But his mouth gaped in interest when he saw that the deck he had grabbed was not his own, but Yugi's. In it were the Dark Magician and Beaver Warrior, among others. Then, an idea sparked in his mind. Bakura had a talent for reading Dual Monster cards like Tarot cards. So Yami made a mental note to ask the white-haired teen about Yugi's future later. [2] Of course, Yami never really believed in that kind of stuff, but it was still interesting to see what Bakura had to say about different cards.
***
Yami knocked on the door of Bakura's house, waiting until his best friend opened the door.
"Yami?"
"Hey, Bakura! You're home. I thought you'd be hanging out with Ryou at the library or something. Anyway, I want you to read these for me." Yami shoved the deck into the white-haired teen's hands, giving his buddy a smirk.
But Bakura was not amused. He narrowed his eyes at the comment about Ryou. "What did you say to him anyway?" He growled.
"Huh?" Yami asked.
"What did you say to Ryou that day? He's been giving me the cold shoulder ever since." At the library, Ryou had diligently worked on his math homework the whole time, not even bothering to give Bakura a nasty look when he made a rude comment about the librarian.
The tri-color haired teen raised an eyebrow. "I told him Yugi was in the hospital. And that's it."
Bakura didn't quite believe that could be why, but he shrugged it off and let Yami in anyway. They sat on Bakura's messy bed as the white-haired teen shuffled the deck.
"Who's are these?" He asked.
"Yugi's."
"I see." Bakura gave Yami a weird look, before drawing the first 7 cards on the top. But as he lay down them down, he frowned. "That can't be right."
So Bakura shuffled again, drew another 7 cards, and lay them down again. Once again, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"What?" Yami demanded, not knowing what was going on.
Bakura looked up at Yami, smoldering brown meeting brilliant crimsom.
"WHAT IS IT?!"
Bakura reluctantly pointed to the first card. "That card means..."
Ok. I'm going to end that there because I'm going to buy manga today! YAY!!!! But anyway. Now I have a week to figure out how to read tarot cards so I can make the next chapter more realistic. Great. But anyway, please review!!! Please? My birthday's coming up. *cough* *cough* And reviews make good presents. ^_________^
[1] Just had to put that in. ^_^ What would Yami be without Duel Monsters?! LOL! [2] Muahaha. It's true! He can!
Was the lack of Yami/Yugi fluff the reason I didn't get as many reviews last chapter? Oh well. *shrug* Lots of that coming up anyway, so no need to worry. ^____________^
Plus I just realized that in all my stories, I have no disclaimer. *gasp* I just figured you all knew. But, for those of you who don't, here it is.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. Sadly, it's true. But I've been considering kidnapping Kazuki Takahashi and MAKING him draw for me. ^_______^ But it'll be hard sneaking him out from the airport..
~*~Chapter 6~*~
Ryou came through the sliding glass doors of the hospital, not even bothering to brush away the snow that had collected in his hair. He stopped at the front desk, where a blond nurse sat, talking to her boyfriend on the phone. The whole way there, he had been crushed with wave after wave of worry and guilt. Worry for his best friend's well being, and guilt for having shared a kiss with a certain white-haired teen who, just earlier this week, watched amused as Yami beat up Yugi. Of course, neither of them had known about the cancer..but it was still unforgivable! Yet..
"I'm here to see Yugi Motou." Ryou said to the blond, who glanced casually over at the boy before returning to her conversation.
"What room is he in?" he continued, tapping his fingers against the desk in annoyance.
"One second, sir! I'll be right with you!" The blond hissed, apologizing to whoever was on the other line.
"Now would be nice.." Ryou said, irritated.
"Ok, FINE!" The nurse finally hung up, and grudgingly looked up Motou in her folder. "Room 403." [Muahaha! That's the same room Bakura has in my other fic]
"Thank you!" Ryou said, heading towards the elevator.
***
Ryou knocked on the door twice before entering. "Yugi?"
The tri-color haired boy looked up tiredly from his notebook, but forced himself to smile happily when he saw who it was. "Ryou! You came to see me!"
Ryou gave a sad smile and went over to the side of Yugi's bed. "Of course I came." He looked about the room, from the bleeping heart monitor to the IV stand, noting the pale color of Yugi's face. "Are you going to be alright?"
Yugi hesiated momentarily before saying, "I'll be fine! No need to worry!" But inside, he wondered. He wondered just how long he would wait before telling Ryou he had the rest of the week. He had never hept anything from his best friend before, not in the many years he had known the white-haired teen. But there was no need to cause Ryou reasons to worry.
Yugi bit his lip when he saw Ryou didn't quite believe everything was fine. Flashing a bright smile, the ill youth said, "Oh, come on, Ryou. Really, I'm ok!"
The white haired teen scanned his best friend's face with worried eyes, sensing the forced happiness in Yugi's words. But instead of pressing the subject further, Ryou changed the subject, talking, instead, about next week's football game.
That subject normally excited Yugi greatly, which was Ryou's goal. But little did Ryou know that this time, the excitement was replaced by depression. Because Yugi knew he wouldn't be there to play or cheer them on.
***
School on Thursday went by sluggishly, the clock ticking at an impossibly slow rate. It was nearing the end of sixth period. Ryou had pretended not to notice Bakura's stares all day, and Yami's thoughts constantly went to a certain tri-color haired boy who was not at school today. All three were yearning to hear the familiar ringing of the bell, all for their own reasons.
When History finally ended, Yami got up quickly, stuffing his books into his backpack, and heading to where his motorcycle was parked outside. Immediately, he started up the vehicle and headed towards Domino Hospital.
***
"Yugi, you have a visitor," said a nurse said softly, opening the door so a slender, leather-clad figure could enter the room.
Yami walked in, holding a copy of tonight's homework for the ill boy. But Yugi lie still on the bed, his eyes shut in peaceful sleep. Yami looked about the room before putting the worksheets on a side table. But now that Yugi had his homework, Yami really had no reason to stay any longer. Burrowing his eyebrows in thought, Yami decided to wait until Yugi woke up. He was technically supposed to spend the day with him anyway, right?
So Yami stood above the bed, watching the steady rise and fall of Yugi's chest. But there was one question in his mind. After the week was up....then what? Would everything go back to the way it was before? Sure, Yami had said he was Yugi's friend, but...was that a permanent friendship? He could not see himself hanging out with the little one at school. And what would Bakura think? And being friends with Yugi was exactly what Coach Wells had planned form the start, wasn't it. And Yami would be damned if he let anyone get the best of him.
But still, Yami really hoped Yugi would get better soon. Whenever Yugi was around, there was something about him that made Yami feel different. Something the taller teen couldn't quite put his finger on. Maybe it was Yugi's childish innocence. The way Yugi's eyes brightened in happiness, the way he flashed his beautiful smile.
Yami stared again at the small form that lay beneath the soft, white sheets.
How angelic the little one looked. His pale, creamy skin...his light pink lips that moved apart and drew together with every breath he took. The taller of the two paused on Yugi's lips, letting his eyes linger on rose-colored entrance. Slowly, he subconsciously moved his head lower.
Yugi stirred in his sleep, slowly opening his violet eyes. As his vision focused, he said, startled, "Yami!"
The tri-color haired teen jerked back, the slightest blush gracing his cheeks. "Uh.hi, Yugi."
Yugi smiled, unaware of anything. "How long have you been here?" He asked cheerfully.
"Not very long. I just wanted to drop off some stuff. It's over there," Yami pointed to where he had placed the various papers from different classes.
"Thank you!" Yugi said, smiling.
Yami smiled too, though not seeing any reason for doing so. "Your probably tired. I should leave."
"No!" Yugi shouted, surprising Yami. Even though he was feeling a bit tired, he wanted Yami to stay. Because when Yami was there, it made all the pain go away. Because Yami was his new friend, and Yugi felt happy when Yami was around. Even if it was just momentary, it brought Yugi away from hospital life; away from the tiredness, the dizzy spells, and the loneliness.
"You want me to stay?" the tri-color haired teen asked.
Yugi blushed slightly, bringing his eyes up to meet Yami's intense, crimson ones. "I just thought maybe you wanted to play Duel Monsters with me."
Yami grinned. Duel monsters? That was his favorite game. He didn't know Yugi was into that kind of stuff, though. "Sure," Yami smirked, pulling his deck out of his leather jacket. "But I should warn you that I'm a pretty good duelist."
Yugi shook his head, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But you're still no match for me!"
And so, the game progressed. Both were amazed by the other's skill and were shocked to find out that the Dark Magician was the strongest cards in both their decks.[1] But in the middle of the game, Yugi's vision was slowly being obscured by murky shadows of darkness. Oh, not again! Yugi blinked hard, repeatedly, trying to chase away the lingering wisps of dimness.
"Yugi?" Yami asked, noting the pause in the other's game scheme.
"Sorry. I just feel a little weird..." Yugi explained, shutting his eyes for a minute, momentarily succumbing to the dark. He had been sitting on the very edge of his bed so he could have easy access to the makeshift "dueling arena". And with his eyes still closed, he involuntarily began to tilt more and more away from the bed until he fell off the bed completely and landed, with a soft thump, onto Yami.
"Yugi....are you ok?" Yami asked, uncertainly, pushing the little one up into a sitting position.
"Hmmm?" Yugi murmured softly, opening his eyes a little. "OH! I'm so sorry!" He apologized, scrambling out of Yami's lap and escaping the strong, warm arms that, for a moment, had surrounded him.
Yugi's blushed a bright red, and Yami's remained unreadable. After what seemed like an eternity of uneasy silence, Yami said, "I guess it IS getting a bit late." He glanced at the clock mounted on the wall. They had been dueling for four hours, so it was no wonder Yugi had begun to lose his stamina.
A nurse, as of on cue, popped her head in and said, "Young man, visiting hours are over!"
"Ok.." Yami said, and then to Yugi, "I'll see you later, ok?"
Yugi nodded tiredly, and leaned back into the soft pillows of his bed. Yami picked up his deck and left.
Once outside, Yami pulled out his deck again, just to make sure he didn't leave any cards at the hospital. But his mouth gaped in interest when he saw that the deck he had grabbed was not his own, but Yugi's. In it were the Dark Magician and Beaver Warrior, among others. Then, an idea sparked in his mind. Bakura had a talent for reading Dual Monster cards like Tarot cards. So Yami made a mental note to ask the white-haired teen about Yugi's future later. [2] Of course, Yami never really believed in that kind of stuff, but it was still interesting to see what Bakura had to say about different cards.
***
Yami knocked on the door of Bakura's house, waiting until his best friend opened the door.
"Yami?"
"Hey, Bakura! You're home. I thought you'd be hanging out with Ryou at the library or something. Anyway, I want you to read these for me." Yami shoved the deck into the white-haired teen's hands, giving his buddy a smirk.
But Bakura was not amused. He narrowed his eyes at the comment about Ryou. "What did you say to him anyway?" He growled.
"Huh?" Yami asked.
"What did you say to Ryou that day? He's been giving me the cold shoulder ever since." At the library, Ryou had diligently worked on his math homework the whole time, not even bothering to give Bakura a nasty look when he made a rude comment about the librarian.
The tri-color haired teen raised an eyebrow. "I told him Yugi was in the hospital. And that's it."
Bakura didn't quite believe that could be why, but he shrugged it off and let Yami in anyway. They sat on Bakura's messy bed as the white-haired teen shuffled the deck.
"Who's are these?" He asked.
"Yugi's."
"I see." Bakura gave Yami a weird look, before drawing the first 7 cards on the top. But as he lay down them down, he frowned. "That can't be right."
So Bakura shuffled again, drew another 7 cards, and lay them down again. Once again, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"What?" Yami demanded, not knowing what was going on.
Bakura looked up at Yami, smoldering brown meeting brilliant crimsom.
"WHAT IS IT?!"
Bakura reluctantly pointed to the first card. "That card means..."
Ok. I'm going to end that there because I'm going to buy manga today! YAY!!!! But anyway. Now I have a week to figure out how to read tarot cards so I can make the next chapter more realistic. Great. But anyway, please review!!! Please? My birthday's coming up. *cough* *cough* And reviews make good presents. ^_________^
[1] Just had to put that in. ^_^ What would Yami be without Duel Monsters?! LOL! [2] Muahaha. It's true! He can!
