CHAPTER NINE
"What did you boys do this afternoon?" Grandpa asked from across the dining table.
Yuugi shrugged, swallowing a mouthful of dinner. "We had some hot cocoa and he showed me his cat," he said, recalling several of the intimate moments. "Nothing much, really. Yami was nice to me and all."
Grandpa sighed. "To be honest, Yuugi," he began, pausing for a moment, "I don't trust him very much. I'm not quite sure why, but be careful around him. Please be careful. Don't let him hurt you."
Laughing uneasily, Yuugi took another sip from his soup. "Yami's okay, Grandpa," he said. "You worry too much."
"Well," Grandpa replied doubtfully. "I hope that's the case. But are you sure there was nothing suspicious in his house? Were there any strange odors? Drugs perhaps? Weapons?"
"No, or course not!" Yuugi exclaimed. "Yami's not like that! He's really nice."
Suddenly, his grandfather's expression hardened. "Yuugi, I have to tell you something," he said seriously. "I saw Yami the other day, when you weren't in the shop… He was reaching down for something, his uniform got caught on the counter edge, and I caught something that looked suspiciously like a small handgun strapped to his belt along with several switchblades. I don't know what he's up to, but the boy is dangerous. I'm not saying he's a threat to us or anything—"
"No, Grandpa," Yuugi interrupted, his heart skipping a beat. "You must've saw something else."
Grandpa Mutou looked at his grandson helplessly. "Well, if you say so," he replied weakly, beginning to clean the table. "You probably know Yami better than I do. But just… be careful, Yuugi. Please."
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Yuugi managed to catch up to Ryou at the beginning of lunchtime the next day.
"Yuugi?" Ryou asked, slamming his locker shut. "What is it? What's the hurry?"
Taking a second to catch his breath, Yuugi looked desperately at his friend. "Do you know where Bakura and the other guys have been going during lunch these past weeks?"
"To the local bar," Ryou replied simply.
"Which one?" Yuugi implored. "There are three of them near the school."
Ryou shrugged. "I don't know. Why?"
"No reason," Yuugi said hastily, before turning to leave with a small wave. "Thanks."
Could Grandpa be right about him? No, I'll prove him wrong… But he knew Bakura's crowd wasn't exactly the well-behaved type. Yuugi gulped as he heard Yami's friends coming through the adjacent hallway. He would follow them today and find out.
From yards away, Yuugi could hear Yami and Bakura having a heated discussion about Egyptian toothpaste.
"…there's this other brand called Horus's Choice," Yami was saying. "I used to use it until I came across the commercial. The company paid a beefy Arabian man to dress like the Pharaoh and brush his teeth on-screen. I could see all this foam coming out from his mouth, which was completely full of big white teeth. You'd think they were planted into his mouth. I never used it again."
Bakura laughed. "It's like, 'toothpaste that not only cleans your teeth, but makes them fall out so you can replace them with bigger and whiter ones!' I wouldn't want to know what you'd look like right now if you had continued using it."
Yuugi smiled to himself. Who knew a guy as tough and rebellious as Bakura ever spoke about this stuff? They looked almost like normal highschool students as the boys walked side-by-side in school uniforms, laughing and chatting.
Silently, Yuugi watched them, pulling the hood of his sweater over his head, pretending to be one of the outsiders lurking around. He followed them outside the school and across the street. The more they walked, the closer they moved to the darkest parts of city. Yuugi shivered, quickening his pace to catch up. Suddenly, Yami stopped and turned around at the head of the crowd. For a moment, Yuugi thought he had spotted him, but quickly realized Yami had only turned to address his friends. Yuugi held his breath as he hid himself behind one of the wooden crates lying around. Glancing around, he could see graffiti covering every inch of the walls.
"This was Bakura's idea, so blame him for it if we get caught," Yami was saying. "But since we have a free period after lunch, Bakura and I decided to come for a game of pool or something here, just because we thought it would be fun. Remember to keep your weapons visible, and act tough, because the people here can't be considered people unless you're one of them. And no fighting."
Bakura chuckled. "Don't be so serious, Ohama. You take the fun out of everything. So, boys, let's party!"
Yuugi stiffened as he heard an eruption of wild cheers from behind him. Was this the Yami he loved? The dark and dangerous Yami? Or did he love the kind and caring boy who lived with his cat in a clean cozy apartment? When he turned around, the boys were already several blocks away, their school uniforms hidden safely in their backpacks.
Feeling his blood run cold from the silent streets, he turned and headed back.
- - -
"Yuugi! Where where you?" Jounouchi exclaimed as Yuugi walked over to their usual corner in the school courtyard. "We looked all over the school for you! Ryou said you disappeared after asking him where Bakura was."
"I…" Yuugi swallowed. "Sorry. I was in the bathroom." He felt terrible for lying, but he didn't want his friends worrying either.
"Well, okay," Jounouchi replied. He looked suspicious for a moment, but let the subject drop. "So, who's up for a game of handball?" he announced, holding up blue rubber ball.
Honda snatched it from him. "I am." Ryou looked doubtful for a moment, but eventually gave in.
"I'll watch," Yuugi said softly. His heart was still beating rapidly and his legs felt like water. And he was feeling somewhat woozy thinking about Yami, sitting in a bar with his friends. He made his way to the the bench and fell back onto it, listening to the wind, the sound of his friends arguing who would serve first in the background. Shivering slightly, he wrapped his arms tightly around himself.
He closed his eyes, Yami's image lingering in his mind. He pictured Yami, sitting next to him on the bench of the empty courtyard, their arms wrapped tightly around each other. Then, he would lean into the firm chest and listen Yami's steady heartbeat. And maybe, just maybe, Yami would bend down and capture his lips in a passionate kiss. Soon, Yuugi found himself imagining the taste of Yami's mouth. Would it be smooth and buttery? Sweet and sticky, like chocolate? Or perhaps even hot and spicy… He could still smell the light cologne, mixed with the scent that was simply Yami.
Suddenly, he realized he was crying. This was something he would never have, all because of who he was. Why? Why me? Why can't I be like everyone else? Then maybe… Yami could love me and I would never have to worry about his love… Lifting a sleeve, he wiped his tears away. The imaginary warmth Yami had given him was quickly disappearing, leaving only a painful arousal. Looking up, he found his friends still playing handball.
"I'm going to my locker to get something!" he called. "I'll be back in a while."
His friends waved to him before turning back to their game. Yuugi grabbed his backpack and quickly dashed inside to the nearest bathroom. As he expected, there was no one inside. Feeling his pants grow tighter, he locked himself inside one of the stalls and unzipped them, hesitating for a moment before reaching down to stroke himself.
He slowly closed his eyes, from shame or excitement, he didn't know. All he could see was the crimson eyes, screaming with lust, as erotic words were whispered into his ear, one hard thrust after another. His breaths grew heavier as he continued. Any shame he felt earlier quickly disappeared as he became completely lost in his imagination. He could live, knowing his own sins, just this once. And as long as Yami never loved him back…
Yuugi could almost feel the searing erection inside him as he threw his head back and cried out his lover's name, loud and clear, his voice echoing against the high bathroom walls.
"…Yami!"
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Note: Short, I know. I'm sorry! But the chapter just felt like it… ended, after that nice dirty scene. Couldn't figure out a way to continue it. It just feels so complete. I actually finished writing this AGES ago. I can't believe I didn't post it. It was left lying around to be rewritten, but I never got to doing that, mainly because I just reread it and decided it wasn't so bad. The story DOES have an 'R' rating after all. ^_~
Yami: Oh, please. Rated R? I'm not even taking part in Yuugi's action!
Yuugi: *whispers something in Yami's ear and giggles*
Yami: O_O Excuse us… *drags Yuugi into the next room*
Lanlan: Oh, no. Not this again.
I have no idea when the next update is, BUT I WILL FINISH THIS STORY! I WILL! Or at least I will die trying. I honestly can't wait until I write my second COMPLETED fanfic, and my FIRST completed yaoi fic! Aaaaaah! *goes nuts* Please review!