Hope is Forever
Ch 4, Watch Him From Afar
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NSUD: Hello all! Wow, I think this is a record for reviews, Thanks to all my reviewers, you're appreciated-a lot.
Sephy: By who?
NSUD: By me of course. Thanks again, I'm so happy ^_^ a writer needs someone to cheer her on.
Sephy: Then thankfully I'm not a writer.
NSUD: :P You're one of my personalities, so you ARE a writer...in a sense.
Sephy: Hah! Very funny, you seem to have a high image of yourself, because it's YOU who's one of MY personalities.
NSUD: o.O You mean I'm yours?
Sephy: YES! Wait- that didn't sound like it was supposed to.
NSUD: Awww, Sephy! *hugs him*
Sephy: Ack! Get off me!
NSUD: *still hugging* Oh, I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
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Yami dropped his backpack by his door and sat down on the couch of the living room. He shared the house with his uncle, well, sort of. His uncle was almost constantly away on digs and who-knows-what, since he was an archaeologist. That left Yami at the house alone about nine months of the year, but his uncle always sent money back for food and other costs. They had moved there from Egypt about two years ago. So far for Yami it was a pretty boring existance. Wake up, go to school, come home, eat, that sort of thing-at least until he met Yugi.
As soon as Yami had taken his shoes off, the phone rang. He quickly ran over to it and picked it up off the hook. "Hello?"
"Hi, Yami?" came the voice on the other end.
"Yes?"
"This is Yugi. My Grandpa said yes, but he wants to know how we're getting there."
Yami smirked to himself. "I'll pick you up at about six, alright?"
"Okay!" Came Yugi's happy voice, "I'll see you then, bye."
"Goodbye for now, Yugi."replied Yami and he hung up, not knowing the coincidence that he had just made.
Yami sighed and again sat on the couch, his heart beating as it always did when he heard Yugi's voice. 'Alright, so I have a crush on a guy, but that doesn't matter, because he won't like me back anyways. Even if he does, how am I going to tell him? It's best to just leave our friendship as it is.' he decided, even though it made his heart ache.
That evening Yami knocked on Yugi's door. He heard running and then the door flew open. "Yami!" Yugi cried with that breathtaking smile of his. Then he looked behind Yami and his eyes widened. "Yami....is-is that a motorcycle?"
Yami laughed- it felt so good to laugh again- and replied, "Yes, actually, it is. It was a present from my Uncle. It seemed a mich nicer alternative than walking."
"Well, yeah...wow." Yugi said, still shocked, then he snapped out of it, "Grandpa! Yami's here, I'm going, bye!"
"Bye Yugi!" His Grandpa called from inside, "Have a great time."
"I will." Yugi called back and closed the door.
Yami led the way back to the motorcycle and handed a helmet back to Yugi. They both got on the motorcycle. Soon they were off, and only going about five miles above the speed limit. A tingly sensation swept through Yami as Yugi clung tight to his waist. They stopped in front of the brightly lit bowling alley and got off.
After getting their shoes-Yugi had to get another right shoe because it was a different size than the left one (can't those people tell the difference between a five and a six?)- both of them sat down in the chairs at their lane.
"Wow, It's been years since I last went bowling." Yugi remarked.
"Don't worry, It's easy." Yami reasured.
But it seemed that for Yugi, it wasn't. After getting five gutterballs in a row, Yugi sighed, plopped down in his seat, and muttered, "I'm hopeless."
"Don't say that," said Yami, "You just need to stop turning your wrist at the last moment. Like this-" He demonstrated, rolling a perfect strike.
"Show off" muttered Yugi.
"I am not!" Yami said in mock offendedness (NSUD: Okay, it's probably not a real word, but you know what I mean.)
"Of course you aren't mister I-can-roll-a-perfect-strike-in-my-sleep." Yugi teased.
Yami sighed, "Try again, but this time try keeping your wrist straight." he advised.
"All right." Yugi aquiesced, and picked up his ball. He stood for a moment in concentration, then rolled. The ball went right down the middle and knocked all the pins neatly over. "I did it!!" Yugi shouted and turned around and gave Yami a big hug. Yami could feel his heart pounding and knew that his cheeks were turning red. Yugi seemed to suddenly realize what he was doing and pulled quickly away. "Sorry." Yugi mumbled, looking at his feet- his face the color of a freshly ripe tomato.
Yami pretended not to notice, but remembered the lingering feel of Yugi's embrace. So warm and sweet. How Yami wished that he could tell Yugi how he felt about him. 'No,' he told himself, 'Yugi would never look at me again. It's better to watch him from afar, than to never have a chance at friendship.'
That night after Yami had taken Yugi home, he lay down in his bed, thinking of Yugi. His hair, his eyes, but mostly his smile. It was the brightest smile he had ever seen. It was the smile of light. And with that thought, Yami fell asleep, dreaming of Yugi-his light, his Hikari.
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NSUD: *still hugging Sephy* Will Yami ever tell Yugi his true feelings?
Sephy: I SAID GET OFF ME!
NSUD: Only if you...ummmm
Sephy: What!?
NSUD: *thinks* Uhhh...Only if I get 20 reviews.
Sephy: WHAT!!? You'll never get twenty. *moans* I'm going to be stuck with her forever hugging me. REVIEWERS! Get her off of me!
Ch 4, Watch Him From Afar
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NSUD: Hello all! Wow, I think this is a record for reviews, Thanks to all my reviewers, you're appreciated-a lot.
Sephy: By who?
NSUD: By me of course. Thanks again, I'm so happy ^_^ a writer needs someone to cheer her on.
Sephy: Then thankfully I'm not a writer.
NSUD: :P You're one of my personalities, so you ARE a writer...in a sense.
Sephy: Hah! Very funny, you seem to have a high image of yourself, because it's YOU who's one of MY personalities.
NSUD: o.O You mean I'm yours?
Sephy: YES! Wait- that didn't sound like it was supposed to.
NSUD: Awww, Sephy! *hugs him*
Sephy: Ack! Get off me!
NSUD: *still hugging* Oh, I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
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Yami dropped his backpack by his door and sat down on the couch of the living room. He shared the house with his uncle, well, sort of. His uncle was almost constantly away on digs and who-knows-what, since he was an archaeologist. That left Yami at the house alone about nine months of the year, but his uncle always sent money back for food and other costs. They had moved there from Egypt about two years ago. So far for Yami it was a pretty boring existance. Wake up, go to school, come home, eat, that sort of thing-at least until he met Yugi.
As soon as Yami had taken his shoes off, the phone rang. He quickly ran over to it and picked it up off the hook. "Hello?"
"Hi, Yami?" came the voice on the other end.
"Yes?"
"This is Yugi. My Grandpa said yes, but he wants to know how we're getting there."
Yami smirked to himself. "I'll pick you up at about six, alright?"
"Okay!" Came Yugi's happy voice, "I'll see you then, bye."
"Goodbye for now, Yugi."replied Yami and he hung up, not knowing the coincidence that he had just made.
Yami sighed and again sat on the couch, his heart beating as it always did when he heard Yugi's voice. 'Alright, so I have a crush on a guy, but that doesn't matter, because he won't like me back anyways. Even if he does, how am I going to tell him? It's best to just leave our friendship as it is.' he decided, even though it made his heart ache.
That evening Yami knocked on Yugi's door. He heard running and then the door flew open. "Yami!" Yugi cried with that breathtaking smile of his. Then he looked behind Yami and his eyes widened. "Yami....is-is that a motorcycle?"
Yami laughed- it felt so good to laugh again- and replied, "Yes, actually, it is. It was a present from my Uncle. It seemed a mich nicer alternative than walking."
"Well, yeah...wow." Yugi said, still shocked, then he snapped out of it, "Grandpa! Yami's here, I'm going, bye!"
"Bye Yugi!" His Grandpa called from inside, "Have a great time."
"I will." Yugi called back and closed the door.
Yami led the way back to the motorcycle and handed a helmet back to Yugi. They both got on the motorcycle. Soon they were off, and only going about five miles above the speed limit. A tingly sensation swept through Yami as Yugi clung tight to his waist. They stopped in front of the brightly lit bowling alley and got off.
After getting their shoes-Yugi had to get another right shoe because it was a different size than the left one (can't those people tell the difference between a five and a six?)- both of them sat down in the chairs at their lane.
"Wow, It's been years since I last went bowling." Yugi remarked.
"Don't worry, It's easy." Yami reasured.
But it seemed that for Yugi, it wasn't. After getting five gutterballs in a row, Yugi sighed, plopped down in his seat, and muttered, "I'm hopeless."
"Don't say that," said Yami, "You just need to stop turning your wrist at the last moment. Like this-" He demonstrated, rolling a perfect strike.
"Show off" muttered Yugi.
"I am not!" Yami said in mock offendedness (NSUD: Okay, it's probably not a real word, but you know what I mean.)
"Of course you aren't mister I-can-roll-a-perfect-strike-in-my-sleep." Yugi teased.
Yami sighed, "Try again, but this time try keeping your wrist straight." he advised.
"All right." Yugi aquiesced, and picked up his ball. He stood for a moment in concentration, then rolled. The ball went right down the middle and knocked all the pins neatly over. "I did it!!" Yugi shouted and turned around and gave Yami a big hug. Yami could feel his heart pounding and knew that his cheeks were turning red. Yugi seemed to suddenly realize what he was doing and pulled quickly away. "Sorry." Yugi mumbled, looking at his feet- his face the color of a freshly ripe tomato.
Yami pretended not to notice, but remembered the lingering feel of Yugi's embrace. So warm and sweet. How Yami wished that he could tell Yugi how he felt about him. 'No,' he told himself, 'Yugi would never look at me again. It's better to watch him from afar, than to never have a chance at friendship.'
That night after Yami had taken Yugi home, he lay down in his bed, thinking of Yugi. His hair, his eyes, but mostly his smile. It was the brightest smile he had ever seen. It was the smile of light. And with that thought, Yami fell asleep, dreaming of Yugi-his light, his Hikari.
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NSUD: *still hugging Sephy* Will Yami ever tell Yugi his true feelings?
Sephy: I SAID GET OFF ME!
NSUD: Only if you...ummmm
Sephy: What!?
NSUD: *thinks* Uhhh...Only if I get 20 reviews.
Sephy: WHAT!!? You'll never get twenty. *moans* I'm going to be stuck with her forever hugging me. REVIEWERS! Get her off of me!