Yugi: Eh...(looks at paper) due to some technical difficulties, yeah right more like harrassment, the authoress is not able to be here today. And as the duty of my favorite character, Yugi, he shall take over the credits in my absence.....end letter.
Yami: But there's more right there.
Yugi: Um...no there isn't? (hides note behind his back)
Yami: (grabs it and stares at it with wide eyes) Hey! How dare she write YAMI SUCKS!
Yugi: Well, that's why I didn't want to read it because I knew you'd be mad.
Yami: (steamed)
Yugi: So, readers, please enjoy the future chapter below, while I'll cool Yami off. (dumps ice cold water onto Yami)
Yami: That. Was cruel.
Yugi: I know, and so are you.
Yami: What! What did I do?
Yugi: Well, for one thing...YOU HARRASSED THE AUTHOR SO MUCH SHE DECIDED NOT TO SHOW UP AND HAD ME DO THE CREDITS BECAUSE OF YOU, YOU BIG FAT IDIOT! (Turns to leave)
Yami: Yugi!
Yugi: What!?
Yami: You don't really think I'm fat...do you?
Yugi: _......._....-_- (leaves)
Yami: Aibou? Aibou! You didn't answer my question! AIBOU!?
Note: When there's a sign like (~(*~) that, it means its Yami's journal entry.
Note Two: We apologize for the amount of waiting readers have suffered.
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Entry Thirteen
Knock. Knock. Knock.
My eyes slowly opened as I felt Yami scramble over me, and stumbling through the doorway to open the door.
"Yes?" I heard him yawn.
"OHMYGODYUGIAREYOUALRIGHTIHEARDYOUWERERAPEDANDICAMEASSOONASICOULDYEAHIHADTODRAGBAKURAOUTOFBEDTOSEEYOU,BUTWHENIHEARDIJUSTHADTOSEEYOUANDMAKESUREYOUWEREALRIGHT!!!"
My eye widened and I slowly crawled out of bed and poked my head out of the doorway to see Ryou, his arms latched around Yami, and Yami looking at him with a dazed stare.
"Eh?" was his only response, and Ryou looked up, and quickly let go.
"Oh, I'm sorry Yami. I thought you were Yugi," he apologized, blushing, and despite it being too early in the morning, I laughed and approached the new guests.
"Hello Ryou, isn't it a little early?" I asked, before I knew what was happening, I was in his arms.
"Yugi, are you alright? Bakura just told me you were raped and I came as soon as I could. I'm sorry about the early hour but I had to make sure you were alright," Ryou said with worry, and thank god said it slower then when he said it to Yami.
I patted him gently on the back.
"I'm fine, tomadachi. Yami's cheered me up immensly."
"That's good."
A loud yawn caused both of us to look up and saw Yami, his eyes still half open, close the door and in hearing a 'fuck!' reopened it to find Bakura, rubbing his forehead.
"Oh, sorry Ryou," Yami said with a yawn.
"It's Bakura, damn it! Bakura!" Bakura shouted.
"Hey, Ryou, you look different. You look more scary and you have two pieces of hair that look like bat wings."
"Are you mocking me!" Bakura growled with anger and Yami burst out laughing.
"Your funny when you're trying to act like Bakura, Ryou!"
Bakura gave Yami a weird look, then looked at me.
"Is he drunk?"
"No, he's just out of it," I explained. "Watch."
I pulled away from Ryou and wrapped my arms around Yami's neck, and kissed him deeply.
"Morning Yami," I said cheerfully.
"Wha? Huh? Oh, good morning Yugi. Why am I standing at the front door?" he asked blankly, then glared as he saw Bakura. "And what the hell are you doing in my apartment!?"
Their was a burst of hysterical laughter and Bakura clutched his sides.
"Oh this is rich. Next time I'm bringing a video camera when I come here next time early in the morning!" he laughed.
"Are you drunk?" Yami asked with a frown, and Bakura laughed even harder, grasping the doorknob to support himself up.
"Stop, stop," he wheezed. "My sides are going to split!"
Yami gave him another weird look, before heading towards the kitchen.
"Coffee anyone?" he asked.
"Not me," Ryou and I said together, but Bakura waved his hand while still laughing.
"I'm skipping cream and suger for you Bakura," Yami muttered as he got the coffee maker started. "Seems you have enough suger in your system."
I chuckled.
This had to be one of the most funny mornings I woke up to, and I'm sure glad I didn't miss it.
Suddenly, I remembered something and gasped, feeling heat creep into my cheeks a little bit.
"Where are my manners? Come sit, and we'll make breakfast. Yami can you start cooking for me? I'm going to change."
"Sure koi," he called and opened the fridge up, and searched through it, while I headed towards the bedroom. "Eggs and toast? Or do you want a main dish like pancakes?"
Inside our room, I stripped and then I realized I didn't close the door, and did so hurriedly. (I mean, who would want to come in and see me standing in the middle of the room with only my boxers on? Actually, scratch that, I know Yami would...that pervert...)
Then I pulled on a T-shirt and loose geans, and was pulling on my socks when I noticed something out of place in the room.
On top of the dresser I saw you, my journal, laying ontop of the dresser.
I frowned, because I could have sworn I put you in the secret hiding compartment, and I was sure to do it everynight, but then why were you laying on top of the dresser where anyone could flip through it?
So, I slowly went towards you, and flipped through it, to see if their were any marks on it, and I've noticed in random places there was a tiny, very tine fold in the corner of the paper.
This got me suspicious, because I never folded in my journal, but before I jumped to conclusions I reminded myself that I could have accidently shut the journal wrong and it bent, and that calmed the butterflies of terror in my stomach a little.
But when I shut it, I noticed that some of the pages were marked.
A thin line of color to mark pages, and anger mixed with terror rose into my stomach and squeezed my heart.
Someone had been reading my journal besides me.
I angrily stuffed you back in your hiding place, slamming the drawer shut, and swore under my breath.
I was angry, furious!
Furious that someone was invading my privicy by reading something that wasn't theirs!
Yes, I let some people read my journal to California, but I showed them where to read and stop so my private thoughts and feelings were still secret.
But this, this...someone was reading what I was feeling, all my secrets, and what ever!
My first accusation was Reioko, but then reminded myself, he's never been in our room (well, at least I hoped not) and then it hit me.
And what hit me made me even more angry.
I slowly bent down and plucked my journal, you, from the bottom drawer and as calmly as I could, I walked back into the kitchen, where Bakura was sipping coffee on the couch, Ryou was eatting eggs and toast and Yami was cooking bacon.
"Hi, Yami," I forced calmly. "Read anything good lately?"
"Just boring text books," he responded cheerfully.
My anger grew.
'How can he act so calm?'
"Oh, okay," I said casually. "Hey, remember when you were helping me paint Momoku's house a few years ago? And our paint brushes touched and I pulled away in disgust?"
"But I thought you said you pulled away because you were feeling confusing feelings for me."
Ha! Got him!
My anger exploded and slammed both hands onto the table top, slamming you (sorry, I hurt you old buddy) with it.
"GOD DAMNIT! Why were you reading my journal when you know its private, because I'm sure you've kept one yourself once in your life!" I shouted, and the room went silent, and I heard stirring coming from Reioko's room.
'Shoot, forgot about him,' I thought as I glanced down the short hall, but then snapped my angry eyes onto Yami's back.
"WHY!?" I demanded, and Yami slowly turned to look at me.
"Look, I'm sorry, but I did it for a reason."
"What kind of excuse is it to look at someone's journal?" I demanded.
"I did it because I love you!"
"What does love have to do with it?"
"Liste to me. I didn't mean to read all of it, alright? I was first checking the few entries making sure you weren't planning on going on any suicide missions, and then I caught some stuff that you haven't told me about, and started wondering what other kind of secrets you've kept from me. And then...well...I ended up reading it, and it seems you haven't told me everything."
"Oh? Like what?" I shot back, and noticed Yami's eyes darkened.
"Maybe the part that I'm still a virgin, and never had sex with Anzu."
I was startled, though I knew my outside appearence didn't show it.
In truth, I'd actually forgotten about that.
(-^^- Heh...heh...-vv- ugh)
But I was still holding onto the anger that he invaded my privacy and what he said caused my anger to rise again.
"Well at least you're still one!" I shouted, my voice cracking.
That stopped Yami, and his anger melted into a bland expression, and I groaned and slapped myself on the head.
"Sorry, I don't know where that came from," I muttered and slapped myself again, and took a deep breath. "And I'm sorry I didn't tell you...I forgot with all the excitment."
Yami turned off the stove and came around the table, wrapping his arms around me tightly.
"And I'm sorry for reading your journal. But...it's just I feel a little hurt that you're keeping some important things from me."
"So? I bet you've even kept things from me, don't you?"
"Not that I can think of."
I sighed, and leaned onto Yami, my eyes closed, before they reopened and I looked up at him.
"How about this then, instead of hiding it, I'll leave it on the dresser, and...I guess I can privlage you to read it, on one condition. You have to start filling the thing out too, and _I_ get to read it. And you have to spill your heart out like I do. Understand. Because like you said, no secrets."
Yami looked down at me and laughed, kissing me before letting go.
"Agreed," he said with a nod, and went back to cooking. "By the way, do you still have your journal when you were starting Domino High?"
"Yes. I always bring my journal's with me."
"Can I read it? I want to see what you've been saying about me."
"Oh I refered to you as the weird bus boy," I teased, and he mumbled something about he not being the only weird one around.
That caused a chuckle out of me, and when I turned it died in my throat as I noticed how Bakura and Ryou were looking at us.
My cheeks flushed.
"Sorry, I forgot..."
"Oh, don't worry about it," Ryou said with a smile, and laughed. "I've done it before too, and it was with a more embarrassing audience. Once when I was cooking breakfast for my parents, Bakura came in, distracted me and..."
Ryou trailed off, blushing and Bakura burst out laughing.
"It wasn't till in the middle of our little french kissing that he noticed his parent's again. And think of all the things we were discussing in front of them," Bakura teased, and Ryou buried his head in his arms, suppressing a groan.
"I'm surprised my parent's didn't disowned me!" Ryou shouted and I laughed.
"Food's ready," Yami called and slipped the food onto the table, and I hungrily dug in.
"So, how are you enjoying college?" I asked for conversation, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the silence.
"It's alright. Bakura hates it," Ryou answered, giving Bakura a poke in the ribs. "Marik and Malik are total trouble makers!"
"Just because he did a little water damage doesn't mean their trouble makers," Bakura protested.
"What do you mean little water damage!" Ryou shouted. "They flooded the second hall!"
"It was nothing to worry about, a little water never hurt anybody!"
"You...You...You inconsiderate little...thing...!" Ryou fumed and Bakura snorted.
"Thing? I'm a person, _you_ thing!" Bakura said back, and Ryou let out a growl of fury before dumping his food ontop of him.
Bakura's eyes narrowed and then took some egg before throwing it at him.
"You little..." Ryou growled, threading egg out of his hair and dumped his orange juice on him.
"Alright! That's it!" Bakrua shouted, and grabbed his cup off coffee, and threw it at Ryou.
"Hey, wait!" I shouted, and winced as hot coffee hit me, and blew a soaked bang out of my face. "Great. Now I have to take a shower."
"Oops," Bakura said, and then yelped as coffee was poured down his back. "What the fucken hell! YAMI YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
Yami smirked as he placed the cup of coffee down, and rushed to the fridge grabbing the whip cream and holding it threateningly.
"Come near me Bakura and you'll find your hair all sticky," he threatened, as Bakura jumped over the couch and advanced.
Bakura looked around, then grinned and reached itno his pocket, pulling out a Coke, shaking it and also pointing it towards Yami.
"Ruined leather," was all he said.
I was a bit shocked to do anything, when I broke out of my spell and slowly approached both of them.
"Okay, Yami put the whip cream down. Bakura put the soda down!" I shouted.
I did not want to clean up the mess, like I already had to clean up the coach, but they were still smirking at each other, when Bakura opened the tab, and Yami pressed down.
"Hey! I said...!" I was about to say, stupidly taking a step farther and felt the warm soda spray onto my one side, and the cold cream on my other, and when the spray was over, I was dripping with cream and soda, and there still was a mess on the floor and walls.
Both looked at me, looking a bit stunned and maybe a little scared.
"That's IT!" I roared, and bent over to grab Bakura's ear then Yami's. "YOU ARE BOTH CLEANING UP THE MESS RIGHT NOW!"
"Ow...shit," Bakura muttered. "Your lover sure yells loud."
"Yes," Yami agreed and winced, as I tugged on his ear. "He has a nasty temper."
"Now that I've made myself clear, both of you clean up this mess, and Ryou and I will wash ourselves up."
"But aibou! School going to start soon and we won't beable to clean ourselves up."
"Then you shouldn't have done it in the first place, love," I said and let go of Bakura's ear so I could smear some whip cream in his face, then released his ear.
"Come on Ryou. I'll let you borrow some of my clothes and I'll wash them this afternoon and return it some time this evening..."
"Oh it's alright. I'll wash them," Ryou protested.
"No, no. I'm doing the wash today and I can wash it while I'm washing the rest of the clothing."
"Are you sure?"
"Uh huh. Now, you go wash up in the shower and I'm going to wake up Reioko."
"Alright," Ryou said with a nod, and I headed towards Reioko's room and knocked lightly.
"Come in."
I slowly opened the door and poked my head in to see Reioko half dressed, pulling on a shirt, then glanced my way and smiled.
For some reason it sent a chill down my spine.
"Oh Yugi. Good Morning. Whoa, you're all covered with soda and whip cream."
"You have dumb and dumber to thank for that," I grumbled. "Just wanted to let you know that breakfast is on the table and school starts soon."
"Okay, thanks!" he called, and I turned to leave. "Oh Yugi, wait just a second."
"Hm?" I asked, and he gestured for me to come closer and I hesiated but took a step in. "Yes?"
I watched him with wary eyes as he stood up and stood before me, leaning over.
At first I thought he was going to do something, and stepped back, but instead he closed the door behind me, and then sat upon the bed, grinning.
"Sorry, you probably would feel uncomfortable for a guy to be standing that close to you. After what happened..."
"Oh, I'll get over it," I said with a forced smile, not wanting get into the subject. "So, why did you want to see me?"
"Oh yes. Well...I've been living with both of you for...a couple of weeks and more, and...if I'm not mistakened, Yami and you know each other pretty well...am I right?" he asked, and I nodded.
I was getting a very bad vibe from this punk.
"Of course. We knew each other since the beginning of High School."
"So...you and Yami aren't...having a special relationship?" he asked slowly, looking at his bed sheet, and I went cold.
'What are you getting at?' I thought, feeling my hand unconsiously turn into a fist, and I could feel anger seeping into my heart.
"Oh, no. Just best friends."
"Good. So...tell me about him," he asked innocently. "Does he play any sports? Have a favorite color, parents, or does he have a favorite food?"
"Um...he likes American football, soccar, and anything with a racket. His favorite color is black, he's apparently parentless, and his favorite food is any kind of meat," I said slowly.
"Interesting. Has he ever been in championships or does he play an instrument? What other talents does he posess? Does he like video games?"
"Well...he's been in championships, and he plays guitar and piano. He's an excellent dueler in Duel Monsters, and other kinds of games, and he loves video games," I said absently, then stiffened and felt my stomach squirm. "Why do you ask?"
"Oh nothing, I was just wondering how much we had in commen before I ask him out."
Now I was mad, jealous, and really pissed.
Heat creeped up my neck, though my insides had gone cold, but I forced myself to relax, and counted to ten slowly to keep my emotions in check.
"Oh really? Why?" I asked innocently, but his cheerful expression changed into a dark look, and he leaped up, slammingme against the door.
"Listen punk," he said quietly. "Don't give me your innocent crap. I know you ain't cool with me wanting to date Yami, and I don't care if he's your best friend, but you can't be selfish kiddo. You have to share him someday."
"Then what was that crap with me? Yami was pissed in what you did at the cafe," I said, calmness gone, and instead bitterness.
A smirk crepted onto his lips and he let out a low chuckle that caused me to shiver.
"You really thought I was going for you? Look, kid, that's all you are. You are just a young naive kid. You are cute and very much sexy, but you aren't my type. I need someone tough, and a sportsman. Like Yami."
"Then what was that crap in the cafe?" I asked, glaring.
"That? I was trying to make dear Yami jealous by hanging out with you. It turned out it worked pretty well, since he was angry when he saw us together."
'Ha!' I thought, trying not to smile. 'That's what you think buster! He was actually jealous of me! Do you know why? Because _I'm_ his finace!'
"Hmph," I said instead. "I guess you're right, but Yami's engaged. I don't think he'd give up his financee to some guy."
"Maybe, maybe not," he said with a grin, but his eyes were mean and cold. "Now get out of here, but don't you even think of telling Yami in what I've just told you. I have connections that will make you miserable."
"I doubt it," I snorted.
"Really? Then wasn't it quite a coincidence you were raped at the warehouse? Some guy walz's up to you randomly and kidnaps you for a little sex?" he asked and I turned cold.
"You," I whispered, then grew angry. "You set it up didn't you? You wanted me to lose my virginity didn't you?"
"No, I just wanted to prove I can hurt you, in many ways little one. And I can even inflict it upon you without my connections," he whispered and I felt him nip my earlobe. "Got it kid?"
"Yes," I murmured and he moved away, me quickly getting out of his room, and rushing to my own, grabbing you and scribbling down what just happened.
But then I started to worry, because I just promised Yami that he'd be open to read anything in my journal.
No secrets, and I was keeping one right now!
Damn it. I'm screwed!
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(Entry One. Monday, September 6, 2003) (~(*~)
Heh, Heh. This feels a little weird writing in a journal after I quit in my Freshman year.
But like Yugi said, no secrets, so I'm writing in this thing too.
Well, for starters, I'm Yami Mutou, Freshmen in Cario University in Egypt.
I'm 18 years old, birthday June 30, and am currently engaged to the cutest boy alive.
Yes, boy, I'm gay and I'm proud so if you want to agrue with me go ahead and I'll pond the sense into you.
And if your gay too, and are even thinking of stealing my Yugi away, I'll make sure you suffer a slow and painful death. :D
Okay, now let's get started.
As I was cleaning up the whip cream off of the floor (not getting much clean up, because Bakura kept cursing me and I got fed up and threw whip cream at him, and he went for the another soda in his other pocket and we made a bigger mess) when I heard something slamming into something and looked up.
At first I thought it was Ryou who accidently slammed into a wall in the bathroom and slowly got up, walking towards the bathroom and knocking.
"Ryou? You alright?"
"Hm?" I heard over the shower. "Yes, quite alright. Why? Did something happen?"
"Oh, no, I thought you slammed into the wall while showering," I called.
"No I didn't, but thanks for your concern," Ryou called, when the door to Reioko's room opened and I saw Yugi rush out and into our room.
'Yugi?' I thought, the slowly turned to look at the room we ran out of and my eyes narrowed as I realized that the room he ran out of was Reioko's room. 'What did he do to Yugi this time?'
I almost knocked to find out, but then decided to ask Yugi about it instead.
I mean, we did promise not to keep secrets from each other.
So, I headed for our room, and saw him laying on our bed, scribling in this journal.
I waited patiently for him to notice me, but he didn't so I cleared my throat, and when he looked up at me, there was the most scared expression I've ever seen him wear.
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"Yami!" I shouted, jumping up, seeing him in the doorway pressing journal to my chest. "Um, hi? Did you clean up the mess?"
"Well...I was till I heard something slam into a wall. I thought it was Ryou, but then I saw you running out of..._Reioko's room_."
I winced.
Awe, he didn't sound happy, and there was anger in his eyes.
"Hey, don't look angry!" I shouted. "I didn't do anything. He just had a few questions for me that made me uncomfortable so I left."
"What did he do to you," he demanded, and advanced towards me. "Yugi, please, I know this guys no good, and I know he's hurting you on purpose. What did he do?"
I sighed slowly, and looked at him slowly.
"Do you trust me?" I asked.
"Of course I trust you, aibou," Yami said, anger diminishing.
"Then trust me on this, okay."
"But Yugi, if you are going to get hurt..."
"Yami, if you _don't_ want me to get hurt, then please, don't press me," I said firmly, and I could tell he looked hurt and kissed him gently. "I don't mean to be harsh love, I just...need space right now. I'll tell you when I'm ready okay?"
Yami seemed displeased, but nodded, and I smiled, kissing him again.
"Thanks love," I whispered and hugged him tightly, when Ryou caused us both to jump when he stuck his head in and shouted, "Yugi your turn for the shower!"
Once our hearts slowed, I started towards the shower, when I realized something, and took another look at Yami and noticed he was sticky with soda and glanced up at him with a raised eyebrow.
He only smiled sheepishly.
"I'm assuming I'm not going to get an explaination until I step into the kitchen," I said bluntly and Yami blushed, then he put on an evil smirk. "Yami...why are you staring at me like that?"
Without answering, Yami scooped me up into his arms and started for the bathroom.
"Yami! What are you doing! Put me down!" I shouted as he kicked open the bathroom door, nudging it closed behind him, and grinned wolfishly.
"What do you say we take a shower together?" he asked.
"You know I'll never say no," I teased, and he started unbottoning my shirt.
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After school, I had fun working at my new job, the Game Shop, and the manager seemed very pleased with my work.
"Remind me," he said when I was placing some boxes upon high shelves. "Where did you work last time?"
"At my Grandpa's Game Shop in Japan."
"I bet he was greatful," he said, giving me a grin, and I blushed.
"Oh, I didn't help that much," I muttered, turning around to keep stacking the boxes.
The familiar ring of someone coming in rang, and I looked up to see Nefer and smiled, waving.
"So," she said shyly. "How do you like your new job?"
"You have my enternal gratitude," I said, climbing down the ladder. "I couldn't ask for a better job!"
"Yugi," my boss suddenly said, and I looked up. "I have to pick up an order right now, can you manage the cash register?"
"Yes sir," I said, doing a little salute and he put on his coat, and left.
Nefer glanced after him, before turning back to me, smiling.
"I've never seen him so happy. Usually he's cranky and rude, but ever since you came, he's been a little warmer towards people," she said.
"I can see why. He's old and he's stressed with all the labor around here. I'm actually surprised he didn't take up an assistant long ago," I said.
"He did, his son, but he left years ago because he wanted to become a pilot. Unfortunately he died in a plane accident," she explained sadly.
"Oh, that's too bad," I murmured, when the bell rang again and I looked up. "Welcome!"
"Wow, this seems so different from Mr. Mutou's Kame Game Shop," came the familiar voice of Yami as he looked around and I smiled.
"What are you doing here?" I teased. "Aren't you suppose to be serving tables?"
"I get the day off, and he wanted to take me somewhere," Yami said glancing behind his back, and I made eye contact with Reioko. "But I wanted to stop by here before we went to this 'place'"
"How did you know I worked here?" I asked, not recalling telling Yami about my job.
"I read it in your journal."
"Oh!" I said, slapping myself mentally. "Duh."
"Is business going well?" Yami asked.
"Well enough."
"That's good. Oh and Yugi, if you ever get off work before five how about you and me...get together later?" he whispered to me and I smiled, winking.
"Hai, koi!" I said and he chuckled.
"Great. Five," he whispered and then started to leave. "Good luck with buiness!"
"I'm sure it will prosper!" I shouted and watched them leave, but I felt something in the pit of my stomach telling me it wasn't the best idea to leave Yami alone with Reioko.
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It was midnight and Yami wasn't back, and I was really worried.
'I just knew I shouldn't have left Yami alone with Reioko,' I thought sadly, and buried my hands into my hair as I stared at the table top, tears forming. 'Would if Reioko's taking advantage of him...or would if something's bad happened to him?'
I picked up the phone again and dialed his cell phone number, but I was answered with the same thing, a busy line.
Feeling fustrated, I slammed a fist onto the table.
"Yami where are you!"
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Sorry if it's getting boring, but I'm trying to think up new ideas before the main event..or I can just move onto the main event. You're choice.
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Yami: But there's more right there.
Yugi: Um...no there isn't? (hides note behind his back)
Yami: (grabs it and stares at it with wide eyes) Hey! How dare she write YAMI SUCKS!
Yugi: Well, that's why I didn't want to read it because I knew you'd be mad.
Yami: (steamed)
Yugi: So, readers, please enjoy the future chapter below, while I'll cool Yami off. (dumps ice cold water onto Yami)
Yami: That. Was cruel.
Yugi: I know, and so are you.
Yami: What! What did I do?
Yugi: Well, for one thing...YOU HARRASSED THE AUTHOR SO MUCH SHE DECIDED NOT TO SHOW UP AND HAD ME DO THE CREDITS BECAUSE OF YOU, YOU BIG FAT IDIOT! (Turns to leave)
Yami: Yugi!
Yugi: What!?
Yami: You don't really think I'm fat...do you?
Yugi: _......._....-_- (leaves)
Yami: Aibou? Aibou! You didn't answer my question! AIBOU!?
Note: When there's a sign like (~(*~) that, it means its Yami's journal entry.
Note Two: We apologize for the amount of waiting readers have suffered.
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Entry Thirteen
Knock. Knock. Knock.
My eyes slowly opened as I felt Yami scramble over me, and stumbling through the doorway to open the door.
"Yes?" I heard him yawn.
"OHMYGODYUGIAREYOUALRIGHTIHEARDYOUWERERAPEDANDICAMEASSOONASICOULDYEAHIHADTODRAGBAKURAOUTOFBEDTOSEEYOU,BUTWHENIHEARDIJUSTHADTOSEEYOUANDMAKESUREYOUWEREALRIGHT!!!"
My eye widened and I slowly crawled out of bed and poked my head out of the doorway to see Ryou, his arms latched around Yami, and Yami looking at him with a dazed stare.
"Eh?" was his only response, and Ryou looked up, and quickly let go.
"Oh, I'm sorry Yami. I thought you were Yugi," he apologized, blushing, and despite it being too early in the morning, I laughed and approached the new guests.
"Hello Ryou, isn't it a little early?" I asked, before I knew what was happening, I was in his arms.
"Yugi, are you alright? Bakura just told me you were raped and I came as soon as I could. I'm sorry about the early hour but I had to make sure you were alright," Ryou said with worry, and thank god said it slower then when he said it to Yami.
I patted him gently on the back.
"I'm fine, tomadachi. Yami's cheered me up immensly."
"That's good."
A loud yawn caused both of us to look up and saw Yami, his eyes still half open, close the door and in hearing a 'fuck!' reopened it to find Bakura, rubbing his forehead.
"Oh, sorry Ryou," Yami said with a yawn.
"It's Bakura, damn it! Bakura!" Bakura shouted.
"Hey, Ryou, you look different. You look more scary and you have two pieces of hair that look like bat wings."
"Are you mocking me!" Bakura growled with anger and Yami burst out laughing.
"Your funny when you're trying to act like Bakura, Ryou!"
Bakura gave Yami a weird look, then looked at me.
"Is he drunk?"
"No, he's just out of it," I explained. "Watch."
I pulled away from Ryou and wrapped my arms around Yami's neck, and kissed him deeply.
"Morning Yami," I said cheerfully.
"Wha? Huh? Oh, good morning Yugi. Why am I standing at the front door?" he asked blankly, then glared as he saw Bakura. "And what the hell are you doing in my apartment!?"
Their was a burst of hysterical laughter and Bakura clutched his sides.
"Oh this is rich. Next time I'm bringing a video camera when I come here next time early in the morning!" he laughed.
"Are you drunk?" Yami asked with a frown, and Bakura laughed even harder, grasping the doorknob to support himself up.
"Stop, stop," he wheezed. "My sides are going to split!"
Yami gave him another weird look, before heading towards the kitchen.
"Coffee anyone?" he asked.
"Not me," Ryou and I said together, but Bakura waved his hand while still laughing.
"I'm skipping cream and suger for you Bakura," Yami muttered as he got the coffee maker started. "Seems you have enough suger in your system."
I chuckled.
This had to be one of the most funny mornings I woke up to, and I'm sure glad I didn't miss it.
Suddenly, I remembered something and gasped, feeling heat creep into my cheeks a little bit.
"Where are my manners? Come sit, and we'll make breakfast. Yami can you start cooking for me? I'm going to change."
"Sure koi," he called and opened the fridge up, and searched through it, while I headed towards the bedroom. "Eggs and toast? Or do you want a main dish like pancakes?"
Inside our room, I stripped and then I realized I didn't close the door, and did so hurriedly. (I mean, who would want to come in and see me standing in the middle of the room with only my boxers on? Actually, scratch that, I know Yami would...that pervert...)
Then I pulled on a T-shirt and loose geans, and was pulling on my socks when I noticed something out of place in the room.
On top of the dresser I saw you, my journal, laying ontop of the dresser.
I frowned, because I could have sworn I put you in the secret hiding compartment, and I was sure to do it everynight, but then why were you laying on top of the dresser where anyone could flip through it?
So, I slowly went towards you, and flipped through it, to see if their were any marks on it, and I've noticed in random places there was a tiny, very tine fold in the corner of the paper.
This got me suspicious, because I never folded in my journal, but before I jumped to conclusions I reminded myself that I could have accidently shut the journal wrong and it bent, and that calmed the butterflies of terror in my stomach a little.
But when I shut it, I noticed that some of the pages were marked.
A thin line of color to mark pages, and anger mixed with terror rose into my stomach and squeezed my heart.
Someone had been reading my journal besides me.
I angrily stuffed you back in your hiding place, slamming the drawer shut, and swore under my breath.
I was angry, furious!
Furious that someone was invading my privicy by reading something that wasn't theirs!
Yes, I let some people read my journal to California, but I showed them where to read and stop so my private thoughts and feelings were still secret.
But this, this...someone was reading what I was feeling, all my secrets, and what ever!
My first accusation was Reioko, but then reminded myself, he's never been in our room (well, at least I hoped not) and then it hit me.
And what hit me made me even more angry.
I slowly bent down and plucked my journal, you, from the bottom drawer and as calmly as I could, I walked back into the kitchen, where Bakura was sipping coffee on the couch, Ryou was eatting eggs and toast and Yami was cooking bacon.
"Hi, Yami," I forced calmly. "Read anything good lately?"
"Just boring text books," he responded cheerfully.
My anger grew.
'How can he act so calm?'
"Oh, okay," I said casually. "Hey, remember when you were helping me paint Momoku's house a few years ago? And our paint brushes touched and I pulled away in disgust?"
"But I thought you said you pulled away because you were feeling confusing feelings for me."
Ha! Got him!
My anger exploded and slammed both hands onto the table top, slamming you (sorry, I hurt you old buddy) with it.
"GOD DAMNIT! Why were you reading my journal when you know its private, because I'm sure you've kept one yourself once in your life!" I shouted, and the room went silent, and I heard stirring coming from Reioko's room.
'Shoot, forgot about him,' I thought as I glanced down the short hall, but then snapped my angry eyes onto Yami's back.
"WHY!?" I demanded, and Yami slowly turned to look at me.
"Look, I'm sorry, but I did it for a reason."
"What kind of excuse is it to look at someone's journal?" I demanded.
"I did it because I love you!"
"What does love have to do with it?"
"Liste to me. I didn't mean to read all of it, alright? I was first checking the few entries making sure you weren't planning on going on any suicide missions, and then I caught some stuff that you haven't told me about, and started wondering what other kind of secrets you've kept from me. And then...well...I ended up reading it, and it seems you haven't told me everything."
"Oh? Like what?" I shot back, and noticed Yami's eyes darkened.
"Maybe the part that I'm still a virgin, and never had sex with Anzu."
I was startled, though I knew my outside appearence didn't show it.
In truth, I'd actually forgotten about that.
(-^^- Heh...heh...-vv- ugh)
But I was still holding onto the anger that he invaded my privacy and what he said caused my anger to rise again.
"Well at least you're still one!" I shouted, my voice cracking.
That stopped Yami, and his anger melted into a bland expression, and I groaned and slapped myself on the head.
"Sorry, I don't know where that came from," I muttered and slapped myself again, and took a deep breath. "And I'm sorry I didn't tell you...I forgot with all the excitment."
Yami turned off the stove and came around the table, wrapping his arms around me tightly.
"And I'm sorry for reading your journal. But...it's just I feel a little hurt that you're keeping some important things from me."
"So? I bet you've even kept things from me, don't you?"
"Not that I can think of."
I sighed, and leaned onto Yami, my eyes closed, before they reopened and I looked up at him.
"How about this then, instead of hiding it, I'll leave it on the dresser, and...I guess I can privlage you to read it, on one condition. You have to start filling the thing out too, and _I_ get to read it. And you have to spill your heart out like I do. Understand. Because like you said, no secrets."
Yami looked down at me and laughed, kissing me before letting go.
"Agreed," he said with a nod, and went back to cooking. "By the way, do you still have your journal when you were starting Domino High?"
"Yes. I always bring my journal's with me."
"Can I read it? I want to see what you've been saying about me."
"Oh I refered to you as the weird bus boy," I teased, and he mumbled something about he not being the only weird one around.
That caused a chuckle out of me, and when I turned it died in my throat as I noticed how Bakura and Ryou were looking at us.
My cheeks flushed.
"Sorry, I forgot..."
"Oh, don't worry about it," Ryou said with a smile, and laughed. "I've done it before too, and it was with a more embarrassing audience. Once when I was cooking breakfast for my parents, Bakura came in, distracted me and..."
Ryou trailed off, blushing and Bakura burst out laughing.
"It wasn't till in the middle of our little french kissing that he noticed his parent's again. And think of all the things we were discussing in front of them," Bakura teased, and Ryou buried his head in his arms, suppressing a groan.
"I'm surprised my parent's didn't disowned me!" Ryou shouted and I laughed.
"Food's ready," Yami called and slipped the food onto the table, and I hungrily dug in.
"So, how are you enjoying college?" I asked for conversation, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the silence.
"It's alright. Bakura hates it," Ryou answered, giving Bakura a poke in the ribs. "Marik and Malik are total trouble makers!"
"Just because he did a little water damage doesn't mean their trouble makers," Bakura protested.
"What do you mean little water damage!" Ryou shouted. "They flooded the second hall!"
"It was nothing to worry about, a little water never hurt anybody!"
"You...You...You inconsiderate little...thing...!" Ryou fumed and Bakura snorted.
"Thing? I'm a person, _you_ thing!" Bakura said back, and Ryou let out a growl of fury before dumping his food ontop of him.
Bakura's eyes narrowed and then took some egg before throwing it at him.
"You little..." Ryou growled, threading egg out of his hair and dumped his orange juice on him.
"Alright! That's it!" Bakrua shouted, and grabbed his cup off coffee, and threw it at Ryou.
"Hey, wait!" I shouted, and winced as hot coffee hit me, and blew a soaked bang out of my face. "Great. Now I have to take a shower."
"Oops," Bakura said, and then yelped as coffee was poured down his back. "What the fucken hell! YAMI YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
Yami smirked as he placed the cup of coffee down, and rushed to the fridge grabbing the whip cream and holding it threateningly.
"Come near me Bakura and you'll find your hair all sticky," he threatened, as Bakura jumped over the couch and advanced.
Bakura looked around, then grinned and reached itno his pocket, pulling out a Coke, shaking it and also pointing it towards Yami.
"Ruined leather," was all he said.
I was a bit shocked to do anything, when I broke out of my spell and slowly approached both of them.
"Okay, Yami put the whip cream down. Bakura put the soda down!" I shouted.
I did not want to clean up the mess, like I already had to clean up the coach, but they were still smirking at each other, when Bakura opened the tab, and Yami pressed down.
"Hey! I said...!" I was about to say, stupidly taking a step farther and felt the warm soda spray onto my one side, and the cold cream on my other, and when the spray was over, I was dripping with cream and soda, and there still was a mess on the floor and walls.
Both looked at me, looking a bit stunned and maybe a little scared.
"That's IT!" I roared, and bent over to grab Bakura's ear then Yami's. "YOU ARE BOTH CLEANING UP THE MESS RIGHT NOW!"
"Ow...shit," Bakura muttered. "Your lover sure yells loud."
"Yes," Yami agreed and winced, as I tugged on his ear. "He has a nasty temper."
"Now that I've made myself clear, both of you clean up this mess, and Ryou and I will wash ourselves up."
"But aibou! School going to start soon and we won't beable to clean ourselves up."
"Then you shouldn't have done it in the first place, love," I said and let go of Bakura's ear so I could smear some whip cream in his face, then released his ear.
"Come on Ryou. I'll let you borrow some of my clothes and I'll wash them this afternoon and return it some time this evening..."
"Oh it's alright. I'll wash them," Ryou protested.
"No, no. I'm doing the wash today and I can wash it while I'm washing the rest of the clothing."
"Are you sure?"
"Uh huh. Now, you go wash up in the shower and I'm going to wake up Reioko."
"Alright," Ryou said with a nod, and I headed towards Reioko's room and knocked lightly.
"Come in."
I slowly opened the door and poked my head in to see Reioko half dressed, pulling on a shirt, then glanced my way and smiled.
For some reason it sent a chill down my spine.
"Oh Yugi. Good Morning. Whoa, you're all covered with soda and whip cream."
"You have dumb and dumber to thank for that," I grumbled. "Just wanted to let you know that breakfast is on the table and school starts soon."
"Okay, thanks!" he called, and I turned to leave. "Oh Yugi, wait just a second."
"Hm?" I asked, and he gestured for me to come closer and I hesiated but took a step in. "Yes?"
I watched him with wary eyes as he stood up and stood before me, leaning over.
At first I thought he was going to do something, and stepped back, but instead he closed the door behind me, and then sat upon the bed, grinning.
"Sorry, you probably would feel uncomfortable for a guy to be standing that close to you. After what happened..."
"Oh, I'll get over it," I said with a forced smile, not wanting get into the subject. "So, why did you want to see me?"
"Oh yes. Well...I've been living with both of you for...a couple of weeks and more, and...if I'm not mistakened, Yami and you know each other pretty well...am I right?" he asked, and I nodded.
I was getting a very bad vibe from this punk.
"Of course. We knew each other since the beginning of High School."
"So...you and Yami aren't...having a special relationship?" he asked slowly, looking at his bed sheet, and I went cold.
'What are you getting at?' I thought, feeling my hand unconsiously turn into a fist, and I could feel anger seeping into my heart.
"Oh, no. Just best friends."
"Good. So...tell me about him," he asked innocently. "Does he play any sports? Have a favorite color, parents, or does he have a favorite food?"
"Um...he likes American football, soccar, and anything with a racket. His favorite color is black, he's apparently parentless, and his favorite food is any kind of meat," I said slowly.
"Interesting. Has he ever been in championships or does he play an instrument? What other talents does he posess? Does he like video games?"
"Well...he's been in championships, and he plays guitar and piano. He's an excellent dueler in Duel Monsters, and other kinds of games, and he loves video games," I said absently, then stiffened and felt my stomach squirm. "Why do you ask?"
"Oh nothing, I was just wondering how much we had in commen before I ask him out."
Now I was mad, jealous, and really pissed.
Heat creeped up my neck, though my insides had gone cold, but I forced myself to relax, and counted to ten slowly to keep my emotions in check.
"Oh really? Why?" I asked innocently, but his cheerful expression changed into a dark look, and he leaped up, slammingme against the door.
"Listen punk," he said quietly. "Don't give me your innocent crap. I know you ain't cool with me wanting to date Yami, and I don't care if he's your best friend, but you can't be selfish kiddo. You have to share him someday."
"Then what was that crap with me? Yami was pissed in what you did at the cafe," I said, calmness gone, and instead bitterness.
A smirk crepted onto his lips and he let out a low chuckle that caused me to shiver.
"You really thought I was going for you? Look, kid, that's all you are. You are just a young naive kid. You are cute and very much sexy, but you aren't my type. I need someone tough, and a sportsman. Like Yami."
"Then what was that crap in the cafe?" I asked, glaring.
"That? I was trying to make dear Yami jealous by hanging out with you. It turned out it worked pretty well, since he was angry when he saw us together."
'Ha!' I thought, trying not to smile. 'That's what you think buster! He was actually jealous of me! Do you know why? Because _I'm_ his finace!'
"Hmph," I said instead. "I guess you're right, but Yami's engaged. I don't think he'd give up his financee to some guy."
"Maybe, maybe not," he said with a grin, but his eyes were mean and cold. "Now get out of here, but don't you even think of telling Yami in what I've just told you. I have connections that will make you miserable."
"I doubt it," I snorted.
"Really? Then wasn't it quite a coincidence you were raped at the warehouse? Some guy walz's up to you randomly and kidnaps you for a little sex?" he asked and I turned cold.
"You," I whispered, then grew angry. "You set it up didn't you? You wanted me to lose my virginity didn't you?"
"No, I just wanted to prove I can hurt you, in many ways little one. And I can even inflict it upon you without my connections," he whispered and I felt him nip my earlobe. "Got it kid?"
"Yes," I murmured and he moved away, me quickly getting out of his room, and rushing to my own, grabbing you and scribbling down what just happened.
But then I started to worry, because I just promised Yami that he'd be open to read anything in my journal.
No secrets, and I was keeping one right now!
Damn it. I'm screwed!
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(Entry One. Monday, September 6, 2003) (~(*~)
Heh, Heh. This feels a little weird writing in a journal after I quit in my Freshman year.
But like Yugi said, no secrets, so I'm writing in this thing too.
Well, for starters, I'm Yami Mutou, Freshmen in Cario University in Egypt.
I'm 18 years old, birthday June 30, and am currently engaged to the cutest boy alive.
Yes, boy, I'm gay and I'm proud so if you want to agrue with me go ahead and I'll pond the sense into you.
And if your gay too, and are even thinking of stealing my Yugi away, I'll make sure you suffer a slow and painful death. :D
Okay, now let's get started.
As I was cleaning up the whip cream off of the floor (not getting much clean up, because Bakura kept cursing me and I got fed up and threw whip cream at him, and he went for the another soda in his other pocket and we made a bigger mess) when I heard something slamming into something and looked up.
At first I thought it was Ryou who accidently slammed into a wall in the bathroom and slowly got up, walking towards the bathroom and knocking.
"Ryou? You alright?"
"Hm?" I heard over the shower. "Yes, quite alright. Why? Did something happen?"
"Oh, no, I thought you slammed into the wall while showering," I called.
"No I didn't, but thanks for your concern," Ryou called, when the door to Reioko's room opened and I saw Yugi rush out and into our room.
'Yugi?' I thought, the slowly turned to look at the room we ran out of and my eyes narrowed as I realized that the room he ran out of was Reioko's room. 'What did he do to Yugi this time?'
I almost knocked to find out, but then decided to ask Yugi about it instead.
I mean, we did promise not to keep secrets from each other.
So, I headed for our room, and saw him laying on our bed, scribling in this journal.
I waited patiently for him to notice me, but he didn't so I cleared my throat, and when he looked up at me, there was the most scared expression I've ever seen him wear.
~*~
"Yami!" I shouted, jumping up, seeing him in the doorway pressing journal to my chest. "Um, hi? Did you clean up the mess?"
"Well...I was till I heard something slam into a wall. I thought it was Ryou, but then I saw you running out of..._Reioko's room_."
I winced.
Awe, he didn't sound happy, and there was anger in his eyes.
"Hey, don't look angry!" I shouted. "I didn't do anything. He just had a few questions for me that made me uncomfortable so I left."
"What did he do to you," he demanded, and advanced towards me. "Yugi, please, I know this guys no good, and I know he's hurting you on purpose. What did he do?"
I sighed slowly, and looked at him slowly.
"Do you trust me?" I asked.
"Of course I trust you, aibou," Yami said, anger diminishing.
"Then trust me on this, okay."
"But Yugi, if you are going to get hurt..."
"Yami, if you _don't_ want me to get hurt, then please, don't press me," I said firmly, and I could tell he looked hurt and kissed him gently. "I don't mean to be harsh love, I just...need space right now. I'll tell you when I'm ready okay?"
Yami seemed displeased, but nodded, and I smiled, kissing him again.
"Thanks love," I whispered and hugged him tightly, when Ryou caused us both to jump when he stuck his head in and shouted, "Yugi your turn for the shower!"
Once our hearts slowed, I started towards the shower, when I realized something, and took another look at Yami and noticed he was sticky with soda and glanced up at him with a raised eyebrow.
He only smiled sheepishly.
"I'm assuming I'm not going to get an explaination until I step into the kitchen," I said bluntly and Yami blushed, then he put on an evil smirk. "Yami...why are you staring at me like that?"
Without answering, Yami scooped me up into his arms and started for the bathroom.
"Yami! What are you doing! Put me down!" I shouted as he kicked open the bathroom door, nudging it closed behind him, and grinned wolfishly.
"What do you say we take a shower together?" he asked.
"You know I'll never say no," I teased, and he started unbottoning my shirt.
~*~
After school, I had fun working at my new job, the Game Shop, and the manager seemed very pleased with my work.
"Remind me," he said when I was placing some boxes upon high shelves. "Where did you work last time?"
"At my Grandpa's Game Shop in Japan."
"I bet he was greatful," he said, giving me a grin, and I blushed.
"Oh, I didn't help that much," I muttered, turning around to keep stacking the boxes.
The familiar ring of someone coming in rang, and I looked up to see Nefer and smiled, waving.
"So," she said shyly. "How do you like your new job?"
"You have my enternal gratitude," I said, climbing down the ladder. "I couldn't ask for a better job!"
"Yugi," my boss suddenly said, and I looked up. "I have to pick up an order right now, can you manage the cash register?"
"Yes sir," I said, doing a little salute and he put on his coat, and left.
Nefer glanced after him, before turning back to me, smiling.
"I've never seen him so happy. Usually he's cranky and rude, but ever since you came, he's been a little warmer towards people," she said.
"I can see why. He's old and he's stressed with all the labor around here. I'm actually surprised he didn't take up an assistant long ago," I said.
"He did, his son, but he left years ago because he wanted to become a pilot. Unfortunately he died in a plane accident," she explained sadly.
"Oh, that's too bad," I murmured, when the bell rang again and I looked up. "Welcome!"
"Wow, this seems so different from Mr. Mutou's Kame Game Shop," came the familiar voice of Yami as he looked around and I smiled.
"What are you doing here?" I teased. "Aren't you suppose to be serving tables?"
"I get the day off, and he wanted to take me somewhere," Yami said glancing behind his back, and I made eye contact with Reioko. "But I wanted to stop by here before we went to this 'place'"
"How did you know I worked here?" I asked, not recalling telling Yami about my job.
"I read it in your journal."
"Oh!" I said, slapping myself mentally. "Duh."
"Is business going well?" Yami asked.
"Well enough."
"That's good. Oh and Yugi, if you ever get off work before five how about you and me...get together later?" he whispered to me and I smiled, winking.
"Hai, koi!" I said and he chuckled.
"Great. Five," he whispered and then started to leave. "Good luck with buiness!"
"I'm sure it will prosper!" I shouted and watched them leave, but I felt something in the pit of my stomach telling me it wasn't the best idea to leave Yami alone with Reioko.
~*~
It was midnight and Yami wasn't back, and I was really worried.
'I just knew I shouldn't have left Yami alone with Reioko,' I thought sadly, and buried my hands into my hair as I stared at the table top, tears forming. 'Would if Reioko's taking advantage of him...or would if something's bad happened to him?'
I picked up the phone again and dialed his cell phone number, but I was answered with the same thing, a busy line.
Feeling fustrated, I slammed a fist onto the table.
"Yami where are you!"
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Sorry if it's getting boring, but I'm trying to think up new ideas before the main event..or I can just move onto the main event. You're choice.
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