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Review, reviews, galore! Here's a Yuugi and Yami plushie for my readers and reviewers! Thank you all!!!!!!!!
Lily Maxwell The Dark Angel : Why thank you! I don't think I'm great. I'm 'okay'. Ahahahahahahha.... gosh... you're such a coolish author! /hugs/ Bah... where are the other great authors like you around?! ' Hehe... ah well I'll try not to keep you hanging! XP
Pharaohs Angel : Thanks for the email! I shall email you around today probably! Yay! We get to talk finally! Besides these review replys... har har...' Well hope you like this one! I thought it was a bit 'rushed'.
animestargirl : Yes, angst is good. But TOO much angst is overdoing it, don't you think? XD Of course Yuugi is cute! Those eyes are just screaming 'I'm cute!'
Wandering Indigo Fire : Really?! Then I shall see to it that this thing gets completed!
verdragon : Love your name! And I'm glad you think it's cute! Oh don't worry, things will get better! Eventually... '
SilverWing147 : Aren't you glad I miscalculated?! Gosh! ' Yea, hope you like this chapter. It was kind of disappointing to ME. '
Egypts : So, shall I continue replying to my reviewers (that includes you) or should I not? Ahahah...I shall! Anyways I'm glad that it's good stuff. I need good stuff... like tea.
Komachi : Oh my holy frigging cow! (I do say that in real life) WHOA! Japanese breakfasts are complicated! /whines/ Me?! I just eat noodles. Noodles. Noodles. NOODLES! I love noodles! Thanks for you help!
lookingatglass : Of course! I could never just make the two not fall in love. They were meant to be together! /dreamy look/ Yea...
Gosh, me wants to get to know you better! /super glomps you/ You so cool! /slaps self/ Gotta stop speaking like that.... '
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Chapter Seven
A young man of seventeen with tri colored hair sat on a bench in a park, looking through the newspaper in search of a job, and a place to stay. Five more years had passed and Yami was about to enter high school. !
It was a rule at the orphanage that once an orphan who had turned seventeen, and hadn't been adopted, the orphan would have to go live on his or her own. It was a bit cruel, but it was the rule and Yami had started looking right after he turned seventeen. Yesterday, he had celebrated, not really, his birthday. Today, Yami was being responsible for once, for he didn't want to live on the streets.
He grimaced as he looked through the ads. So far, he hadn't found a single job that caught his eye. That was, until, he landed on one person looking for a part time worker, whom last name was Mutou.
Sugoroko Mutou
Looking for someone to tend to the Kame Game Shop on 423 Akari Street. Willing to give spare room to worker if he or she needs it. The room will be free if the worker does his or her job on time as requested, from 4:00 PM to 6:00 PM on weekdays and 8:00 AM to 11:00 AM on weekends. If this job interests you, please call 723-6784 or just come right to the shop for more information.
Yuugi's last name was Mutou, thought the teen. It had been nine years since he had last seen Yuugi and his thoughts still lingered on their past together. He shrugged and stood up, beginning to head toward the Kame Game Shop. He had seen it when he went exploring, but had never actually been inside. Yami decided that he would try to get the job. It offered all the thing he was looking for anyways, and he wasn't going to let a good opportunity fly by.
Along the way, Yami would send glares, as his personality hadn't changed much. It had improved a slight bit after the long nine years, but he still was anti social. Yami still didn't have any friends or a girlfriend for that fact. He didn't even like girls to begin with. He only wanted his Yuugi.
Yami reminisced that he once met a brunette by the name of Anzu, whom he met at the running competition about four years ago. She had wanted to be friends with him but he had rejected her like how he rejected everyone else who had tried to be his friend, which was not much. Yami finally reached his destination and stopped before it. He told himself that he had to act friendly, since he needed that job really bad.
The teen inhaled deeply, and opened the door. Inside, it felt very home like, a happy place for little children. In a way, it reminded him of Yuugi. He really needed to stop thinking about Yuugi. Yami looked around for a bit and landed on, whom he assumed was the shop keeper. Slowly, he began his long journey to the counter. He stopped before it and exhaled deeply. Clearing his throat, he tried to get the attention of the shopkeeper, who had his back turned to Yami.
He watched, amusement hidden behind those cold crimson eyes of his, as the old man jumped slightly, then turned around. Yami's eyes widened at what he saw. The old man looked like Yuugi, except, more old looking. He had the same eyes as Yuugi and there was the hair. Come to think of it, Yami had seen that old man before somewhere. It was... Yuugi's grandfather! Unable to contain his discovery, he shouted out the first thing that came to mind.
"You're Yuugi's grandpa!"
"You're Yami!"
Sugoroko chuckled and placed his hands on the counter. He studied Yami for a while and smiled. It had been a long time since he had seen Yami. Nine years... to be exact. He remembered when he first met Yami, it was very interesting. The boy was Yuugi's best friend, according to Sugoroko's assumptions. Perhaps, Yami could help Yuugi to remember. He snapped out of his thoughts when Yami 'ahemed'.
"Uh! Oh yes... how may I help you, Yami?"
Yami's faceless expression changed to one of anxiety. He had never expected to see Yuugi's grandfather around. Yuugi's grandfather meant that Yuugi was around, and that made him brighten up, and smile for the first time in nine years. He really thought he was ill, smiling for that small reason, after nine years of not smiling. Truly, he wanted to believe he was ill, but his mind reasoned against him, telling him that he was happy for once and should just accept it.
"I... well," he had never been shy before, "... I'm looking for that... job... in the... er... um.... newspaper ad! Yes... newspaper ad..."
Sugoroku grinned warmly at the young lad, "Oh. That. Well... I assume you'll want the room too."
How could he have known? Yami couldn't understand the old man and just smiled back. Twice he had smiled, and the elder couldn't believe it. He smiled for the third time, thinking about what just happened. His smile widened as his thoughts drifted to Yuugi. He was smiling far too much. His daydreaming stopped when the bell on the door rang.
"Grandpa, I'm home!"
Yuugi ran up to his grandpa and gave him a big, bear hug. He let go and focused his attention on the stranger currently in his grandpa's store. He glanced at his grandpa for an answer and the old man grinned in return.
"Oh! Yuugi... this is Yami. I'm sure you know who he is, don't you?"
Yami slowly turned to face Yuugi. His breathing stopped, as he stared at his beloved. His love had grown, and he was absolutely gorgeous to the teen's eyes. But why had Sugoroku talked to Yuugi as if he was unsure of whether Yuugi would remember him or not? Yuugi couldn't have possible forgotten his first love... and hopefully only love...
"You... you... you're the guy I ran into once before! Remember? At that running competition about oh... four years ago? Yea! I apologized! You're not still mad, are you?"
Yami sat on his new bed in his new room, confused, as he stared down at his hands. Lines ran across his hands, meant to tell his fortune and how his love life would be, or even how long he'd live. None of it ever meant anything to him, and none of it would. All of his thoughts were on one person, his Yuugi.
Yuugi had forgotten him. Yuugi had forgotten everything they had shared. Yami didn't know what to do, and felt useless, weak. Guilt was all he was feeling at the moment. Guilt, because he hadn't protected Yuugi. Guilt, because he hadn't been there. Guilt, because he let Yuugi get taken away. Guilt, because of all the scars he had caused himself. Yuugi wouldn't have liked that, but as fate would have it, Yuugi didn't remember him. Maybe if he had tried more to keep Yuugi with him, the small boy wouldn't have forgotten.
What of Yuugi's parents? Had Yuugi forgotten them as well? Had Yuugi really forgotten everything? How could he have let this happen...?
Silvery, wet, hot liquid began to trail down his face. Yami gasped and raised a hand to catch one of the drops. Was he crying? It had been so long since he had last cried. Years ago, he had cried for the last time. Now, he was crying again. Yuugi. Yuugi caused him to feel so many things he wouldn't feel for anyone else. Yuugi caused him to do so many things he wouldn't do for anyone else. What was so special about Yuugi?
The short, amethyst eyed boy was writing a new story, humming a theme, and thinking of his new next door neighbor. He was extremely happy and overwhelmed by the fact that it was the boy he had met a few years ago. The crush he had developed when he saw the crimson eyed boy years ago still lingered, and was renewed when he saw his only crush once again that day.
Yami would be staying with them, Yuugi hoped, forever. Yami. The name sounded awfully familiar to him, yet, Yuugi couldn't quite put a finger on it. It felt as if he had heard that name many times before, and he himself, had said that name many times as well. The small boy giggled and shoved it off as nothing, continuing with his new short, romance story.
His pencil returned to it's old position, poised above the notebook, ready to write. Yuugi slowly began to work, taking his time, etching out the pretty words, meant to tell a story. His work stopped suddenly, when a knock was heard outside his door. Yuugi scrambled out of his chair, knocking it over in the process, but ignored it otherwise. He opened the door to reveal none other then his crush.
His breathe hitched as the newcomer stood awkwardly at the door. A blush crept idly to his soft cheeks, as if they weren't already pink enough. Yuugi quickly invited his new house mate into his room. Yami inwardly smiled, remembering how cute Yuugi had been, and still was. He took a step inside, and headed to Yuugi's bed, seemingly hinting that he had done the same thing before.
Yuugi blushed at the sight of Yami on his bed. It certainly was a big deal to him. His blush grew when Yami patted the seat on the bed beside him, beckoning Yuugi to join him. He discreetly made his way over to Yami and sat down, not sure what to say to start a conversation. The silence was really getting to him.
"Um... Yuugi.... um... I-I... what... Yuugi.... no.... I-I meant is... t-that..." he sighed, and gave up.
Yami chuckled softly earning a squeak from the one beside him. Over all the years that had gone by, and it seemed that his Yuugi still hadn't stopped talking in third person. Yuugi looked up from hiding his face, and blinked. Yami was laughing? Why? He smiled, glad that Yami wasn't angry with him. Taking a deep breath, Yuugi looked over at his secret crush, ready to make a confession. It was happening too quickly, and nothing would stop him, not even the little voice inside his head.
"Yami... Yuugi... I-I mean... I-I l-like you..." The young teen turned away, waited for the rejection. He expected rejection, it was normal. No one had ever accepted his little tokens of friendship before, and this was... this was love. After all, he was a boy and Yami was a boy too. He wouldn't be surprised if Yami suddenly pushed him away, yelling profanity at him and screaming about how revolting he was. Thinking those things brought tears to his eyes, and Yuugi began to cry, not caring if Yami thought he was weak.
But, instead of punching his lights out, Yami had embraced him. Yami had embraced him? Yuugi hadn't expected that, but smiled, and returned the embrace, trying to get closer to the extra warmth. They stayed in that position for several minutes, both unsure of what was causing them not to let go.
"Yuugi, are you sure?" questioned the older teen, afraid of all the things that had happened and what was happening. Funny how moments ago, he was the lonely anti social boy who'd glare at everyone, and now here he was, in the arms of his first and only love.
"Of course!" exclaimed Yuugi.
Unwillingly, Yami let go of Yuugi, holding him at arm's length. Yami stared into those purple orbs, that held him in a trance, twinkling with happiness. Yuugi was sitting there, in front of him. There, and he wanted so badly to hold him, kiss him, until he couldn't do any of those things any longer. It had been so long since he had held Yuugi, and he never even had the chance to kiss him.
He couldn't take his eyes of his object of affections, and all the feelings he had for the boy, suddenly exploded. The gap between the two was filled and pink, soft lips met the strong lips of the other. The passion he felt for Yuugi poured out into the kiss, and Yuugi felt something he hadn't felt for a long time. Longing. He longed for Yami, longed to be with him, longed for... for something he couldn't quite explain. !!
The kiss broke and Yami stood up, still holding Yuugi. He panted heavily from the kiss, not knowing that he had sparked something in Yuugi's mind. Carefully, he placed a gentle kiss on Yuugi's forehead and began to walk out the door. Before he left completely, he turned around to take one more look at his love.
"You don't remember me," he sadly stated.
Thus, he left, leaving Yuugi shocked from all that had happened and the last few words he had said. He had heard those words before, not as a statement, but as a question. Yuugi remembered. He had a dream that morning, the same dream he had years before. It had been the same dream...
"You don't remember me?"
Yami sighed, depressed, as he stared up at his new ceiling. Staring at the ceiling reminded him of Yuugi as well, and how they had spent many days on the same bed, just simply staring at the ceiling. They had talked about their problems, how they felt, everything. How he missed those days and what he'd give to have them back.
It was the same dream. At first, he thought that the dream had been an illusion he had made up, meant to help him from his loss. It hadn't made sense that he'd have the dream four years after Yuugi left, but he hadn't bothered to think on it too much. Then, that morning, he had the dream again, and it was the same day he met Yuugi again. He understood that he'd seen Yuugi before, four years ago. Everything started to make sense and connect. Sense it made, but still didn't make him feel any better.
Grudgingly, he took out his pocket knife and began new illustrations. Had everything been a coincidence? Had those two dreams and the meeting with Yuugi all been a strange collision of fate? Or was he simply dreaming once again to fill in the empty space? Yami winced in pain when the knife met his skin slightly. He had been hurting himself for nine years, and still he hadn't gotten used to the pain. Sighing, he trailed the knife along his skin once again, until he heard a small gasp.
"Yami...?"
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! Okay, in Japan (as I'm told) the first year of high school is when you're seventeen. Sorry for the confusion you alls. XD
!! Yay! Finally they kiss for the first time! Yes, it was the first kiss for both of them. ; Heheh... took me seven chapters until I get them to kiss! Gah, I'm so... so... pathetic! Anyways, aren't you glad they finally kissed?! Gosh...
A/N : Gosh, what a stupid ending! HuH? HuH?! Isn't it? It is! So anyways, review and criticize as usual! Oh and um...yea! Whatever. Eh... just review please! XD The next chapter, I hope, will be more interesting. XD