Author's
Notes:
Probably the only really happy chapter in this angsty fic. But I think it's
important nonetheless. And it's the middle of the story. So it's half done now.
It's also a bit shorter than the last ones, because the song tells (or implies)
a lot of things that do not have to be told again in the narration. My narrator for this
chapter might be a bit out of character. But I think even he might be able to
feel like this. And I like him that way. Only for one chapter, ok?
Disclaimer:
See chapter 1
Song:
The Beatles, "A Hard Day's Night"
It's been a hard day's night, and I been working like a dog.
It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log.
But when I get home to you I'll find the things that you do
will make me feel all right.
I get into my limo, which has been waiting for me in front of my office building and let myself slump down into the seat. Only behind those dark windows during the 15 minutes ride home I let myself relax completely. I need that before facing another heap of work. But today has been hard. Not that I'm not used to such days, on the contrary, they're rather frequent, actually. The problem is I haven't been sleeping much during the last nights.
A sly
smile steals onto my lips when my thoughts turn to the reason for my lack of
sleep. I cross my legs and arms and look out of the window, still smiling.
Finally I can go home.
Home to you.
Ah, and how that thought makes me giddy. I shouldn't be like that. What are you
doing to me? I frown a bit, but even that realisation can't ruin my mood today.
Home where we can be alone.
An evil little voice in my head reminds me of how much I suddenly enjoy that
Mokuba isn't around anymore and I feel guilty for a second. Yet it would only
be bad for the boy to be around right now, probably walking in on me and him
getting at it, I reason.
He, that
would be Yami. Who is awaiting me at home as he has been doing for almost two
weeks now. Who is going to help me out of my coat, who is going to have already
prepared dinner for the both of us, who is going to massage my shoulders and
whisper softly in my ear how much he missed me and how my mansion is so lonely
without me in there.
And when we're alone, I'm going to be alright.
You know I work all day to get you money to buy you
things.
And it's worth it just to hear you say you're going to give me everything.
So why I love to come home, 'cause when I get you alone,
You know I feel okay.
I know
what he's going to say. "Where have you been so long? You worked a lot more
again than you should have, didn't you? I've been waiting for at least two
hours now." He's going to be a little angry with me, I guess, because he's
right. I'm supposed to be home for more than two hours.
There have been a lot of changes in the company lately. With Mokuba gone I had
to rearrange quite a lot of things, which took a lot of time. I sigh, staring
out of the window. Suddenly I have an idea and tell the driver to stop for a
minute, getting out of the car. After all what do I have all this money for?
He's going to be a bit upset with me for being this late, but I'll make him smile again. A bunch of beautiful orchids in my hand I get back into the car.
He's going to smile at me, rub my back, stroke my neck, and all the tension I feel during work is going to dissipate under his hands. And then he's going to tell me, "Well, I have nothing for you, but maybe I could give you a kiss instead" Feigning hurt, I'm going to ask, "That's all I get?" and he's going to lean closer, biting my earlobe and murmuring, "I'm gonna five you everything"
My stomach
is jumping, thinking about his voice. And I have to admit to myself once more
that this means a lot to me. A lot more than I'd like.
When I'm home everything seems to be
right
When I'm home feeling you holding me tight, tight, yeah,
How could
it happen? That suddenly everything seems to be alright, that suddenly my life
seems to be ok. Could the feeling of being in your arms change my entire life,
my entire self? It's so hard, trusting this happiness, because every happy
memory in my life is followed by a bad one. Should this be different? Because
it's you? Because you're the one holding me?
It's been a hard day's night, and I been
working like a dog.
It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log.
But when I get home to you I'll find the things that you do
will make me feel all right.
So why I love to come home, 'cause when I get you alone,
You know I feel okay.
Reminds me of his arms. Being in his arms feels so safe, like I was a child again, protected and loved. Ah, what am I thinking? Since when did I get so sappy?
What is it that we share, Yami?
I only know that it feels good, that it feels so good I can't deny it. We had sex, wonderful sex, but I wanted more. And I got more. Is this what I wanted? What I want my life to be from now on? Giving him flowers, letting him protect me?
Soon I'll
be home. Soon we'll be together.
When I'm home everything seems to be right
When I'm home feeling you holding me tight, tight, yeah,
And then the
rest of the world going to be washed away like dust when the summer rain comes.
He's going to hold me, kiss me, make love to me. Everything's going to be
alright.
It's been a hard day's night, and I been working like a dog.
It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log.
But when I get home to you I'll find the things that you do
will make me feel all right. You know I feel alright
I close the door of the mansion and lock it. He has heard the limo pull into the driveway and is waiting in the entrance room, taking my coat off my shoulders, then staring at me, gently rebuking,
"Where have you been so long? You worked a lot more again than you should have, didn't you? I've been waiting for at least two hours now."
I can't help but smile a bit, the orchids hidden behind my back.
You know I feel alright