I such a naughty, naughty authoress. Been a loooong time since my last update. Well, actually, not that long, but I usually update this faster. Oh well. Since we've moved, I no longer have Microsoft Word, and I miss it muchly. My spelling is awful without it. At the age of nine, they told me I have the spelling talents of a 15 year old, and now I'm 14, I seem to spell like an eight year old.
Also, broadband, I miss that muchly too. So I've been babysitting and playing my YGO game lots. And I swear the *only* reason I lost to Anzu was because she accused me of "dashing Prince Yugi's hopes" and made me all guilt ridden. And so I don't like Anzu at all anymore, and it will show in my fic. Damn stupid tart and her stupid dancing elf... *cough*.
Uh, I don't know why, but I seem to swear more often than usual here... *scrubs fingers with soap* and I also make way too many stupid puns. Forgive me.
Disclaimer: However much I love it, Yu-Gi-Oh is *not* my own (my love, my precioussss...) and never will be, unless I am somehow related to Mr Takahashi, and inherit it someday... Although something tells me it ain't gonna happen.
Chapter 19: The Morning After (wow, inventive today...)
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Yami awoke in Seto's arms, as the sun bathed the couple in its morning light. Seto was still sleeping, so Yami very carefully wriggled free of the comforting embrace, feeling suddenly cold. He navigated his way to the bathroom, had a shower and dressed, coming face to face with Mokuba in the hall.
"Yami! Good morning!" Mokuba greeted him in his usual hyper tone. Yami put a finger to his lips.
"Your brother's still asleep. I was going to make breakfast, and I could use your help."
"Sure, Yami," Mokuba said, a little quieter. "Seto's still asleep? He *never* sleeps in. What did you do to him last night?" he asked innocently. Yami blushed a deep red. Mokuba looked blank for a moment, then a thought struck him, and he too blushed. He busied himself in the fridge, supposedly finding the eggs.
* * *
"Yami?" Seto bolted up in bed. He'd been dreaming again, dreaming about Yami... where *was* Yami?
A loud "SHIT!" from downstairs, followed by hysterical laughter, calmed Seto down. The two people he cared for most in the world (who else was there, after all?) seemed to be in the kitchen, probably making breakfast or something...
Wait. Mokuba and Yami were cooking? Seto hurried downstairs, stuffing a shirt on as he raced downstairs in an effort to save his mansion from being burnt down.
"Aaaah... Aaaaaah... Aaa-choo!" snivelled Yami, brushing pepper from his hair and clothes. Mokuba snorted, the two of them laughing harder than ever. Yami sneezed again as a half-dressed Seto arrived in the kitchen. "Morning. I couldn't reach the pepper, so I climbed up and kind of..." He trailed off. Seto was smirking. He reached over to the counter, and showed Yami a pepper grinder. Yami swore.
"Language, Yami. How about I finish the cooking, and you two set the table or something. Anything not in the kitchen." They all agreed this would indeed be more productive; although Yami was somewhat distracted. A rather twisted part of his subconscious had whispered 'The Naked Chef' to the hormone-filled teen, and his head had been glued to the gutter ever since...
* * *
After breakfast, Seto took Yami back to the Game Shop on the motorcycle, the both of them looking the part, clad in leather. Yami loved the bike, mainly because it gave him another excuse to snuggle up to Seto.
They parted with a quick goodbye kiss, which in the end lasted almost three minutes. Yami slipped into the shop as quietly as possible. But Yugi was waiting for him. "So?"
"So what?"
"SO how'd it go?"
"Fine." Yami did not care to elaborate at all.
"Did you...?" Yugi trailed off. Yami blushed that deep red he was so prone to turning. Yugi, having shared a body with Yami for so long, could read him like a book. He didn't ask any more, but went off laughing to his room.
* * *
The weekend passed entirely too quickly. Shizuka found herself getting ready for school on Monday morning having not done any of her weekend homework. It was all pointless anyway. Despite the teacher's claims, she had not yet found one situation she desperately needed to call upon her skills in Trigonometry (as far as they went) for any reason at all.
She flicked through her magazine, which had arrived that morning in the post. Most girls had a subscription for it, and being such a social butterfly, it was necessary for her to keep up with the latest crap everyone else was talking about. Speaking of gossip... Shizuka choked on a piece of marmalade toast. "Katsuya?"
"What's up, 'Zuka?"
"Don't call me that!!"
"Sorry, sis. What is it?"
"That," she said, slamming the magazine in front of her brother with a flourish. Which, admittedly, was a hard manouver to pull off. A large, colour picture of Yami and Kaiba, mid very-passionate-kiss, was plastered across the gossip pages.
"That's not gonna go down well at school, is it?" Jou stated rather obviously. Shizuka shook her head.
* * *
Yami, still oblivious to pictures of he and Seto making their way around the country, walked to school in as good a mood as any teen can walk to school in. A roar of a motorcycle behind him caught his attention, and he whisked around, hoping to see Seto. He was disappointed to see Malik jump off an unnecessarily bad-ass bike. "Pharaoh," he nodded.
"Nut-case," Yami also nodded, keeping a totally blank face. Malik broke into a smile.
"Still alive then?" He asked with a fake sigh of disappointment.
"If almost 5000 years stuck inside a bloody broken puzzle doesn't finish me off, one puny bullet wound won't." Malik grinned, then paled, looking over Yami's shoulder. His smile fell from his face.
"Follow me. You have been the topic of much gossip, Pharaoh - uh, guess it should be Yami here - and I have been... getting plenty of attention. So let's just try to slip into school quietly, hm?" He dragged Yami through the gate and away from the troop of girls.
The former Pharaoh 'got the picture' clearly enough when he discovered a magazine clipping stuck to his locker. "Ohhhh shit," he muttered under his breath, as Yugi, Jou and Shizuka caught up with him.
"Yami. I don't know if you've heard yet, but this magazine..." Yami held up the article. "Oh. I guess you have. That's so awful, such an invasion of privacy! I'm cancelling my subscription." Shizuka said goodbye and hurried off to her drama class, while the three boys ambled their way to history.
* * *
"Like hell," Bakura muttered under his breath, glaring at the teacher.
"Just go to sleep or something then. Yami is."
"But she has no friggin clue what she's talking about."
"I know darling. Just calm down." The bell rang. Ryou figured the teacher had just been saved by it. Ha. Ha. Ha. Not.
Yami made it to Biology, but only just. He had been called 'faggot' so many times he was beginning to wonder if there was an echo in the corridors. Or maybe a parrot. And he knew he'd bruise horribly from being shoved against that locker. Damn combination locks and their pokey-ness.
In short, Yami was pissed off. Not too peeved to notice how cute Seto looked today, though. Said teen gestured to the blackboard with his cute little smirk. Yami looked, groaned, and blushed.
SEXUAL REPRODUCTION
* * *
By the end of the lesson Yami was about ready to kill Seto - If there was such thing as death by ravishing. Why did his unnaturally sexy boyfriend have to be so cruel and teasing?
Yet another person 'saved by the bell'.
The corridors weren't as bad this time as last. Most students still held Kaiba in some sort of awe; or at least had sense enough not to provoke him. They made it to their usual tree without even being offered a spot on 'Queer Eye for the Straight Guy'. Yami wriggled up against aforementioned tree, throwing grapes into the air and catching them in his mouth.
By about the twelfth grape, Seto had decided Yami was too adorable to stay off. His crimson eyes shut, Yami parted his lips, expecting another delicious red grape to fall into his mouth, but rather finding Seto's delicious red tongue lightly caressing his own.
"I wish you two would find somewhere more private to express your sexuality," Jou complained. Yami aimed a kick at him, falling short by an inch. (If only his legs were longer!) Yugi scowled at Jounouchi.
"Leave them alone."
"But...!"
Honda petted Jou on the head. "Calm down. Good boy. Good Jou." Jounouchi growled at him. Which, of course, provided the rest of the group (Seto and Yami excluded) with recess' entertainment - taunt the puppy.
* * *
Yup Yup... Anyways... Little purple button, you know what to do...
Also, broadband, I miss that muchly too. So I've been babysitting and playing my YGO game lots. And I swear the *only* reason I lost to Anzu was because she accused me of "dashing Prince Yugi's hopes" and made me all guilt ridden. And so I don't like Anzu at all anymore, and it will show in my fic. Damn stupid tart and her stupid dancing elf... *cough*.
Uh, I don't know why, but I seem to swear more often than usual here... *scrubs fingers with soap* and I also make way too many stupid puns. Forgive me.
Disclaimer: However much I love it, Yu-Gi-Oh is *not* my own (my love, my precioussss...) and never will be, unless I am somehow related to Mr Takahashi, and inherit it someday... Although something tells me it ain't gonna happen.
Chapter 19: The Morning After (wow, inventive today...)
* * *
Yami awoke in Seto's arms, as the sun bathed the couple in its morning light. Seto was still sleeping, so Yami very carefully wriggled free of the comforting embrace, feeling suddenly cold. He navigated his way to the bathroom, had a shower and dressed, coming face to face with Mokuba in the hall.
"Yami! Good morning!" Mokuba greeted him in his usual hyper tone. Yami put a finger to his lips.
"Your brother's still asleep. I was going to make breakfast, and I could use your help."
"Sure, Yami," Mokuba said, a little quieter. "Seto's still asleep? He *never* sleeps in. What did you do to him last night?" he asked innocently. Yami blushed a deep red. Mokuba looked blank for a moment, then a thought struck him, and he too blushed. He busied himself in the fridge, supposedly finding the eggs.
* * *
"Yami?" Seto bolted up in bed. He'd been dreaming again, dreaming about Yami... where *was* Yami?
A loud "SHIT!" from downstairs, followed by hysterical laughter, calmed Seto down. The two people he cared for most in the world (who else was there, after all?) seemed to be in the kitchen, probably making breakfast or something...
Wait. Mokuba and Yami were cooking? Seto hurried downstairs, stuffing a shirt on as he raced downstairs in an effort to save his mansion from being burnt down.
"Aaaah... Aaaaaah... Aaa-choo!" snivelled Yami, brushing pepper from his hair and clothes. Mokuba snorted, the two of them laughing harder than ever. Yami sneezed again as a half-dressed Seto arrived in the kitchen. "Morning. I couldn't reach the pepper, so I climbed up and kind of..." He trailed off. Seto was smirking. He reached over to the counter, and showed Yami a pepper grinder. Yami swore.
"Language, Yami. How about I finish the cooking, and you two set the table or something. Anything not in the kitchen." They all agreed this would indeed be more productive; although Yami was somewhat distracted. A rather twisted part of his subconscious had whispered 'The Naked Chef' to the hormone-filled teen, and his head had been glued to the gutter ever since...
* * *
After breakfast, Seto took Yami back to the Game Shop on the motorcycle, the both of them looking the part, clad in leather. Yami loved the bike, mainly because it gave him another excuse to snuggle up to Seto.
They parted with a quick goodbye kiss, which in the end lasted almost three minutes. Yami slipped into the shop as quietly as possible. But Yugi was waiting for him. "So?"
"So what?"
"SO how'd it go?"
"Fine." Yami did not care to elaborate at all.
"Did you...?" Yugi trailed off. Yami blushed that deep red he was so prone to turning. Yugi, having shared a body with Yami for so long, could read him like a book. He didn't ask any more, but went off laughing to his room.
* * *
The weekend passed entirely too quickly. Shizuka found herself getting ready for school on Monday morning having not done any of her weekend homework. It was all pointless anyway. Despite the teacher's claims, she had not yet found one situation she desperately needed to call upon her skills in Trigonometry (as far as they went) for any reason at all.
She flicked through her magazine, which had arrived that morning in the post. Most girls had a subscription for it, and being such a social butterfly, it was necessary for her to keep up with the latest crap everyone else was talking about. Speaking of gossip... Shizuka choked on a piece of marmalade toast. "Katsuya?"
"What's up, 'Zuka?"
"Don't call me that!!"
"Sorry, sis. What is it?"
"That," she said, slamming the magazine in front of her brother with a flourish. Which, admittedly, was a hard manouver to pull off. A large, colour picture of Yami and Kaiba, mid very-passionate-kiss, was plastered across the gossip pages.
"That's not gonna go down well at school, is it?" Jou stated rather obviously. Shizuka shook her head.
* * *
Yami, still oblivious to pictures of he and Seto making their way around the country, walked to school in as good a mood as any teen can walk to school in. A roar of a motorcycle behind him caught his attention, and he whisked around, hoping to see Seto. He was disappointed to see Malik jump off an unnecessarily bad-ass bike. "Pharaoh," he nodded.
"Nut-case," Yami also nodded, keeping a totally blank face. Malik broke into a smile.
"Still alive then?" He asked with a fake sigh of disappointment.
"If almost 5000 years stuck inside a bloody broken puzzle doesn't finish me off, one puny bullet wound won't." Malik grinned, then paled, looking over Yami's shoulder. His smile fell from his face.
"Follow me. You have been the topic of much gossip, Pharaoh - uh, guess it should be Yami here - and I have been... getting plenty of attention. So let's just try to slip into school quietly, hm?" He dragged Yami through the gate and away from the troop of girls.
The former Pharaoh 'got the picture' clearly enough when he discovered a magazine clipping stuck to his locker. "Ohhhh shit," he muttered under his breath, as Yugi, Jou and Shizuka caught up with him.
"Yami. I don't know if you've heard yet, but this magazine..." Yami held up the article. "Oh. I guess you have. That's so awful, such an invasion of privacy! I'm cancelling my subscription." Shizuka said goodbye and hurried off to her drama class, while the three boys ambled their way to history.
* * *
"Like hell," Bakura muttered under his breath, glaring at the teacher.
"Just go to sleep or something then. Yami is."
"But she has no friggin clue what she's talking about."
"I know darling. Just calm down." The bell rang. Ryou figured the teacher had just been saved by it. Ha. Ha. Ha. Not.
Yami made it to Biology, but only just. He had been called 'faggot' so many times he was beginning to wonder if there was an echo in the corridors. Or maybe a parrot. And he knew he'd bruise horribly from being shoved against that locker. Damn combination locks and their pokey-ness.
In short, Yami was pissed off. Not too peeved to notice how cute Seto looked today, though. Said teen gestured to the blackboard with his cute little smirk. Yami looked, groaned, and blushed.
SEXUAL REPRODUCTION
* * *
By the end of the lesson Yami was about ready to kill Seto - If there was such thing as death by ravishing. Why did his unnaturally sexy boyfriend have to be so cruel and teasing?
Yet another person 'saved by the bell'.
The corridors weren't as bad this time as last. Most students still held Kaiba in some sort of awe; or at least had sense enough not to provoke him. They made it to their usual tree without even being offered a spot on 'Queer Eye for the Straight Guy'. Yami wriggled up against aforementioned tree, throwing grapes into the air and catching them in his mouth.
By about the twelfth grape, Seto had decided Yami was too adorable to stay off. His crimson eyes shut, Yami parted his lips, expecting another delicious red grape to fall into his mouth, but rather finding Seto's delicious red tongue lightly caressing his own.
"I wish you two would find somewhere more private to express your sexuality," Jou complained. Yami aimed a kick at him, falling short by an inch. (If only his legs were longer!) Yugi scowled at Jounouchi.
"Leave them alone."
"But...!"
Honda petted Jou on the head. "Calm down. Good boy. Good Jou." Jounouchi growled at him. Which, of course, provided the rest of the group (Seto and Yami excluded) with recess' entertainment - taunt the puppy.
* * *
Yup Yup... Anyways... Little purple button, you know what to do...