Well this story has been morphing weirdly, and I think I'm beginning to
like it. Dunno if I'm going to use it in place of my other, usual style,
but still. I have a nice chunk near the end written, so I'll try to write
the middle faster so I can post more, but with the way school has been
picking up if the updates get weekly, rather than bi-weekly, sorry bunches.
Plus, I had another Hontogi that came out this week and I had to get it out
of my system. It's those darn plot bunnies I tell you.
And as always, thanks to my reviewers! Actually, falsechaos, I've been a chase fan for a while, and this was a request, so Noa's Arc or not I'm writing it. And before Noa, they had some moments that were kinda slashy, not just the bed scene they removed. -.- evil dubbers. And thanks for the wonderful comments about my style. Well darkmus, if you want some KaiJou I'll see if I can manage to slip some in. And about the more Otogi POV... I actually end up writing more in his POVs. So that's already been granted. ^_^ And if I can direct you to the ever so wonderful treana, who I'm writing this for, Katie, she has some good ones. It's not so much the 'you' but how much detail I'm putting into it, innominate. Generally it's just what's important to the story, nothing like Duke eating cereal. Ryou shows up at the party, Ruby. I dunno what he does yet, but he'll be there. ~.^ aww Thanks Lethe. Then I'll just keep writing more... more... and yes! More! I can see Tristan/Duke being cannon. There's just little things. And no it's not mean Icy. It'll happen anyway. Well Juniper, you may have to wait a while. Nothing is ever simple with me. A poem, Ice? Hmm... Never thought of it that way. Oh well, I'm not sticking with this style on my others I'm working on now. :O *cuddles her Seth doll* Thank you Malik/Marik! Now my Ryou plushie won't get lonely. Mmm.. A tied up Duke... *cough* sorry.. ^.^;; Okay! Enough blah blah, on to the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own YGO, I don't own a motorcycle, I don't own eBay, heck... I don't own much.
Major Thanks to Steve, who helped me with my research of bikes. And let me sit on his. ^____^
Chapter Two
Friday, December the 20th 2:28pm
~Duke's POV~
I sit staring at the clock, watching the second hand move in its ever continuing circle. There is one minute and... 27 seconds of school left *this year,* and Mr. Narrat is still lecturing us. Oh. My. God. Someone please shoot me. No, better yet, shoot him. That way I don't have to hear about our "fascinating Judicial System" ever again.
Still staring, I'm overjoyed at the prospect of... 43 seconds of school left. I fidget and glance around the room. Yuugi is managing to stay awake somehow but judging by the glazed look he has, he's probably talking to his yami. Tea is rapidly taking notes and glaring at Joey, who is sleeping in the desk next to me. And you... you're idly doodling so it looks like you're paying attention, but the fact that you're staring out the window the whole time contradicts that.
The bell rings, and the entire class jumps up, heading for the door while Mr. Narrat is still mid-sentence.
I throw my bag over my shoulder and hit Joey on the shoulder. And to think he actually wonders why he isn't doing so well in this class.
He sits up suddenly and looks around. "Oh, thanks Duke!" he calls after me.
I simply raise my hand in response. No problem Joey. I love being your human alarm clock... I wonder what would happen if I just left him there...
"Hey Duke!"
I stop and turn at Yuugi's call. The gang is a few feet behind him as he jogs up to me. I drag my eyes away from you, and focus on the boy in front of me. "Yeah?" I ask, wondering what he wanted. Something to do with the party?
"Are you going to be at your shop during the break?" he asks, practically bouncing from foot to foot. How can he have so much energy?
"Yeah, I'll either be in the shop or in my office. Why?" I question, noticing the group is almost to us.
"Well, I gotta get the invitation to you, don't I?" His eyes twinkle as he grins at me.
"You sure do," I agree, not sure if I want to go or not, but Yuugi'll end up making me. I know it.
The group reaches us, and we resume our walking with them. I drift toward the fringes, just listening to everyone talk. It's nice how everyone includes me into the group, but it still feels kind of superficial. It's gotten better though.
"Oh, Tristan, I'm walking home with Yug, so I won't need a ride," Joey says interrupting my thoughts. Ride? Oh right, your bike.
"That's cool," you say, punching Joey in the shoulder.
I don't generally leave school with everyone, so I'd forgotten you had a bike. Well, maybe I didn't forget, but it wasn't the first thing I thought of when I thought of you. I'd been considering getting a bike for a while. Hmm... A conversation starter..
"Hey Tristan, what kind of bike do you have?" I ask as we head outside. Finally I understand the full meaning behind Martin Luther King's words. Yes, I am finally free at last.
"It's a Nighthawk, wanna check it out?" You wave to Yuugi and Joey as the walk off in the direction of Yuugi's house.
"Sure," I shrug. "I've got time." I follow you into the parking lot, and just to get rid of the silence, I comment, "I've been thinking of getting a bike."
You seem to straighten when I say that. Am I going to get my ears talked off now? "That's great! Have you looked into the different brands yet?"
We're winding our way toward the back of the lot, and your bike comes into view. "Not yet," I admit. "I know of some, but I've been so busy I can't really research it. Any suggestions?"
"It depends on what you want, of course," you say as you unhook two helmets from the side of the bike. "There's the usual Harley, but you have to pay a lot to get those fixed all the time. Plus they're noisy. The Japanese make the best bikes. Kawasaki, Honda, Suzuki. You hardly ever have to fix them." You step back and look at yours. "Mine's a 1983 Honda Nighthawk(1). Bought it off eBay for about a grand. It was still in pretty good condition for being so old. What do you want to use your bike for?" you ask.
"Well, generally, I'd use it to drive me places," I comment dryly. I don't need to do research now. I'll just get you to tell me what bike to buy.
"That'll influence what you buy, you know. Because if you wanted something flashy, that you wouldn't drive a lot you'd probably get a Ducati Monster(2). Kaiba's got one. I think it suits him perfectly," you add with a grin as you hand me the extra helmet and climb on. "Let me give you a ride, you walked right?"
"Yeah, thanks... How does it suit him?" I don't think I've heard of that motorcycle before. Must be an import. But who cares? You offered me a ride. Can this day get any better?
"It's as stylish as hell, but a pain in the ass. Literally."
Laughing, I step up to your bike and consider how to climb on. Your heel reaches back and pops out a foot rest. "Just get on like it's a horse."
I glare at you as I step up and sit down. "Easy for you to say. You're all legs." I scoot backwards a bit as you pop the kickstand up and start the engine.
"You can hold on to my backpack straps if you don't want to hold onto the back bars or my shoulders," you look over your shoulder to tell me. With a quick smile you put on you helmet and flip down the face plate. I follow suit and am surprised when the helmet fits. And that's with my ponytail still up. To think Joey's head is bigger than mine, and he still isn't as smart. It's sad really.
I use the toe of my shoe to maneuver the other foot rest out, grab on to your backpack's straps, and grin stupidly to myself. A guy could get used to this.
*~*~*~*
Friday, December the 20th 2:43pm
~Tristan's POV~
We pulled out of the parking lot and I could feel the back of your hand on the straps of my backpack. I couldn't help but think how nice if would be if you had your arms around my waist, but no guys would ever do that. Even holding on to the shoulders was too touchy feely for them. I can dream though.
But dreams or not, this is wonderful. I was surprised when you agreed to let me give you a ride home. Then again, I bet it's better than walking.
We end up making it to the shop in no time, and I wish there had been more traffic. I pull up outside of your shop and cut the engine, and pull off my helmet so I can look at you as you climb off.
You remove your helmet and have a grin on your face. I can't help but smile back. "So the helmet fit you?" I ask as you hand it back to me.
"Yeah, and I had my hair up too," you answer as I lean down to latch it on the side. "And thanks for the ride."
"It was no problem," I reply. There is a pause as we both stand there. I don't really want to leave yet, but I'm sure you have work to do. That and Mom wanted me to come home early to get stuff out of the attic for her.
"Well I better get back to work," you say suddenly, and I find myself wondering what you were thinking about. It was probably all the things you have to get done.
"Yeah, I'll talk to you later then," I reply as I start the bike up and put on my helmet. With a backwards glance, I see you wave as you enter the door, and I drive off.
I don't really do much besides think of you as I drive home. I feel like an idiot really, but that was so great. Being able to talk to you about something not involving Duel Monsters.
I pull into the driveway and, because I don't plan on going anywhere else, I park my bike in the garage. It's only 400 lbs after all. Could be easy to steal.
I close the garage door and turn into my house. Yuugi said he had to get the invitation to Duke...
I grab the cordless as I pat Blankey on the head and toss the ball he's holding. Don't have much time for fetch, sorry buddy. I dial Yuugi's number and wait for him to pick up.
"Kame Game Shop. Can I help you?" Yuugi answered, sounding rushed.
"Hey Yug, its Tristan. Did I call at a bad time?" I guess I could always try back later.
"Oh! Hi Tristan! No, what's up?" he asks.
"Well I just wanted to offer to get the invitation to Duke if you needed me to. I'm sure you'll be busy at the shop, and I don't really have anything to do over the break," I explained. I wonder if he'll see through that...
"That's great! Thanks Tristan... What sir? Hey Tristan, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later!" and with that he hung up.
Great! Now not only will I be dropping by for gift buying, I'll have the other excu- reason of giving him the invitation!
Hmm.... gifts.... I wonder if I should get Duke something... I know!
(1) I want this bike really bad. It's awesome.
(2) www.ducati.com It is a majorly sexy bike, like Kaiba, but if you sit on it for too long you butt begins to hurt. It's not very comfortable. I wonder if Kaiba's like that...
Okay, that's it for now. I'm trying to write them to the party, but that might have to wait for a few more sections. I'm really sorry this is taking so long but I'm getting to the stressful time in college now. Once December 14th comes, everything will be nice and relaxed. Anyway, thanks again to my reviewers last time, and Review Again!!! I like to know what you think of my progress. And I also like looking in my inbox and finding a review. ^__^ makes me feel special ^^;; Who's up for cookies this time?
And as always, thanks to my reviewers! Actually, falsechaos, I've been a chase fan for a while, and this was a request, so Noa's Arc or not I'm writing it. And before Noa, they had some moments that were kinda slashy, not just the bed scene they removed. -.- evil dubbers. And thanks for the wonderful comments about my style. Well darkmus, if you want some KaiJou I'll see if I can manage to slip some in. And about the more Otogi POV... I actually end up writing more in his POVs. So that's already been granted. ^_^ And if I can direct you to the ever so wonderful treana, who I'm writing this for, Katie, she has some good ones. It's not so much the 'you' but how much detail I'm putting into it, innominate. Generally it's just what's important to the story, nothing like Duke eating cereal. Ryou shows up at the party, Ruby. I dunno what he does yet, but he'll be there. ~.^ aww Thanks Lethe. Then I'll just keep writing more... more... and yes! More! I can see Tristan/Duke being cannon. There's just little things. And no it's not mean Icy. It'll happen anyway. Well Juniper, you may have to wait a while. Nothing is ever simple with me. A poem, Ice? Hmm... Never thought of it that way. Oh well, I'm not sticking with this style on my others I'm working on now. :O *cuddles her Seth doll* Thank you Malik/Marik! Now my Ryou plushie won't get lonely. Mmm.. A tied up Duke... *cough* sorry.. ^.^;; Okay! Enough blah blah, on to the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own YGO, I don't own a motorcycle, I don't own eBay, heck... I don't own much.
Major Thanks to Steve, who helped me with my research of bikes. And let me sit on his. ^____^
Chapter Two
Friday, December the 20th 2:28pm
~Duke's POV~
I sit staring at the clock, watching the second hand move in its ever continuing circle. There is one minute and... 27 seconds of school left *this year,* and Mr. Narrat is still lecturing us. Oh. My. God. Someone please shoot me. No, better yet, shoot him. That way I don't have to hear about our "fascinating Judicial System" ever again.
Still staring, I'm overjoyed at the prospect of... 43 seconds of school left. I fidget and glance around the room. Yuugi is managing to stay awake somehow but judging by the glazed look he has, he's probably talking to his yami. Tea is rapidly taking notes and glaring at Joey, who is sleeping in the desk next to me. And you... you're idly doodling so it looks like you're paying attention, but the fact that you're staring out the window the whole time contradicts that.
The bell rings, and the entire class jumps up, heading for the door while Mr. Narrat is still mid-sentence.
I throw my bag over my shoulder and hit Joey on the shoulder. And to think he actually wonders why he isn't doing so well in this class.
He sits up suddenly and looks around. "Oh, thanks Duke!" he calls after me.
I simply raise my hand in response. No problem Joey. I love being your human alarm clock... I wonder what would happen if I just left him there...
"Hey Duke!"
I stop and turn at Yuugi's call. The gang is a few feet behind him as he jogs up to me. I drag my eyes away from you, and focus on the boy in front of me. "Yeah?" I ask, wondering what he wanted. Something to do with the party?
"Are you going to be at your shop during the break?" he asks, practically bouncing from foot to foot. How can he have so much energy?
"Yeah, I'll either be in the shop or in my office. Why?" I question, noticing the group is almost to us.
"Well, I gotta get the invitation to you, don't I?" His eyes twinkle as he grins at me.
"You sure do," I agree, not sure if I want to go or not, but Yuugi'll end up making me. I know it.
The group reaches us, and we resume our walking with them. I drift toward the fringes, just listening to everyone talk. It's nice how everyone includes me into the group, but it still feels kind of superficial. It's gotten better though.
"Oh, Tristan, I'm walking home with Yug, so I won't need a ride," Joey says interrupting my thoughts. Ride? Oh right, your bike.
"That's cool," you say, punching Joey in the shoulder.
I don't generally leave school with everyone, so I'd forgotten you had a bike. Well, maybe I didn't forget, but it wasn't the first thing I thought of when I thought of you. I'd been considering getting a bike for a while. Hmm... A conversation starter..
"Hey Tristan, what kind of bike do you have?" I ask as we head outside. Finally I understand the full meaning behind Martin Luther King's words. Yes, I am finally free at last.
"It's a Nighthawk, wanna check it out?" You wave to Yuugi and Joey as the walk off in the direction of Yuugi's house.
"Sure," I shrug. "I've got time." I follow you into the parking lot, and just to get rid of the silence, I comment, "I've been thinking of getting a bike."
You seem to straighten when I say that. Am I going to get my ears talked off now? "That's great! Have you looked into the different brands yet?"
We're winding our way toward the back of the lot, and your bike comes into view. "Not yet," I admit. "I know of some, but I've been so busy I can't really research it. Any suggestions?"
"It depends on what you want, of course," you say as you unhook two helmets from the side of the bike. "There's the usual Harley, but you have to pay a lot to get those fixed all the time. Plus they're noisy. The Japanese make the best bikes. Kawasaki, Honda, Suzuki. You hardly ever have to fix them." You step back and look at yours. "Mine's a 1983 Honda Nighthawk(1). Bought it off eBay for about a grand. It was still in pretty good condition for being so old. What do you want to use your bike for?" you ask.
"Well, generally, I'd use it to drive me places," I comment dryly. I don't need to do research now. I'll just get you to tell me what bike to buy.
"That'll influence what you buy, you know. Because if you wanted something flashy, that you wouldn't drive a lot you'd probably get a Ducati Monster(2). Kaiba's got one. I think it suits him perfectly," you add with a grin as you hand me the extra helmet and climb on. "Let me give you a ride, you walked right?"
"Yeah, thanks... How does it suit him?" I don't think I've heard of that motorcycle before. Must be an import. But who cares? You offered me a ride. Can this day get any better?
"It's as stylish as hell, but a pain in the ass. Literally."
Laughing, I step up to your bike and consider how to climb on. Your heel reaches back and pops out a foot rest. "Just get on like it's a horse."
I glare at you as I step up and sit down. "Easy for you to say. You're all legs." I scoot backwards a bit as you pop the kickstand up and start the engine.
"You can hold on to my backpack straps if you don't want to hold onto the back bars or my shoulders," you look over your shoulder to tell me. With a quick smile you put on you helmet and flip down the face plate. I follow suit and am surprised when the helmet fits. And that's with my ponytail still up. To think Joey's head is bigger than mine, and he still isn't as smart. It's sad really.
I use the toe of my shoe to maneuver the other foot rest out, grab on to your backpack's straps, and grin stupidly to myself. A guy could get used to this.
*~*~*~*
Friday, December the 20th 2:43pm
~Tristan's POV~
We pulled out of the parking lot and I could feel the back of your hand on the straps of my backpack. I couldn't help but think how nice if would be if you had your arms around my waist, but no guys would ever do that. Even holding on to the shoulders was too touchy feely for them. I can dream though.
But dreams or not, this is wonderful. I was surprised when you agreed to let me give you a ride home. Then again, I bet it's better than walking.
We end up making it to the shop in no time, and I wish there had been more traffic. I pull up outside of your shop and cut the engine, and pull off my helmet so I can look at you as you climb off.
You remove your helmet and have a grin on your face. I can't help but smile back. "So the helmet fit you?" I ask as you hand it back to me.
"Yeah, and I had my hair up too," you answer as I lean down to latch it on the side. "And thanks for the ride."
"It was no problem," I reply. There is a pause as we both stand there. I don't really want to leave yet, but I'm sure you have work to do. That and Mom wanted me to come home early to get stuff out of the attic for her.
"Well I better get back to work," you say suddenly, and I find myself wondering what you were thinking about. It was probably all the things you have to get done.
"Yeah, I'll talk to you later then," I reply as I start the bike up and put on my helmet. With a backwards glance, I see you wave as you enter the door, and I drive off.
I don't really do much besides think of you as I drive home. I feel like an idiot really, but that was so great. Being able to talk to you about something not involving Duel Monsters.
I pull into the driveway and, because I don't plan on going anywhere else, I park my bike in the garage. It's only 400 lbs after all. Could be easy to steal.
I close the garage door and turn into my house. Yuugi said he had to get the invitation to Duke...
I grab the cordless as I pat Blankey on the head and toss the ball he's holding. Don't have much time for fetch, sorry buddy. I dial Yuugi's number and wait for him to pick up.
"Kame Game Shop. Can I help you?" Yuugi answered, sounding rushed.
"Hey Yug, its Tristan. Did I call at a bad time?" I guess I could always try back later.
"Oh! Hi Tristan! No, what's up?" he asks.
"Well I just wanted to offer to get the invitation to Duke if you needed me to. I'm sure you'll be busy at the shop, and I don't really have anything to do over the break," I explained. I wonder if he'll see through that...
"That's great! Thanks Tristan... What sir? Hey Tristan, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later!" and with that he hung up.
Great! Now not only will I be dropping by for gift buying, I'll have the other excu- reason of giving him the invitation!
Hmm.... gifts.... I wonder if I should get Duke something... I know!
(1) I want this bike really bad. It's awesome.
(2) www.ducati.com It is a majorly sexy bike, like Kaiba, but if you sit on it for too long you butt begins to hurt. It's not very comfortable. I wonder if Kaiba's like that...
Okay, that's it for now. I'm trying to write them to the party, but that might have to wait for a few more sections. I'm really sorry this is taking so long but I'm getting to the stressful time in college now. Once December 14th comes, everything will be nice and relaxed. Anyway, thanks again to my reviewers last time, and Review Again!!! I like to know what you think of my progress. And I also like looking in my inbox and finding a review. ^__^ makes me feel special ^^;; Who's up for cookies this time?