ack.....when i uploaded chapter 5...it crapped out on me....hopefully, it'll work this time...and gomen ne for the post, but....i'd been busy with my other fics, then right now my life has currently turned into the depths of hell....i hate my family is all i gotta say......
now, here it is, untouched.....
oi.....this has been a long wait, ne? nearly two months _ still, that's not my worst.....i've got fics i haven't updated in about 5 or 7 months.....*sighs * life and laziness tend to get in the way. -_- that, and i lost my inspiration for this one, but i threw this together tonight.
and....ack....omg....when did i have 100+ reviews for this? *faints * geez, ya forget aobut a fic, and the reviews multiply like lil fluffy, cuddly bunnies! but, since i like bunnies, i'm not complaining *giggles * seriously, tho, it shocked me! last time i checked this one, i had like 60 something. next i look, about 130. ack! *faints *
yam and yug: zzzzzzz *are curled up, snuggled against each other *
chibi yug: zzzz *is nestled in oni's arms *
^________^ well, i've kept ya waiting long enough. enjoy this chappie ^^
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chapter four: grounded
Yami twirled his combination lock and flung open his locker, the metal door banging off of the one next to it and putting yet another dent in it. Detention had been slow, boring, and tedious. Yami still didn't know how he'd survived that torture chamber. Yami hadn't done any of his homework, like he was supposed to be doing; he'd merely opened up his Chemistry book to make it look like he was doing work, took out a pen, and preceded to add to many of the obscene pictures and offensive words scribbled and carved onto the desk. He'd recognized a few of the more colorful ones as works of Bakura and Marik.
Then, once the teacher monitoring them had pulled out a large book, slipped a Play Boy magazine into it, and delved it, never once looking up, Yami had eaten his supper. The rest of the time had been spent thinking about Yugi.
Yami sighed, almost wishing that he would've done his homework, but, knowing that he was going to be grounded for the rest of eternity, he figured he'd just do it at home. Hopefully, he could sneak into Yugi's room, and the two could do their homework together. Speaking of Yugi.......in a rush to get home and see the little one, to finally get to talk to him without Anzu's interference and find out what was bothering him, comfort the little angel, he bent down and went to grab the rest of his books.
He blinked when he saw the small, crumpled napkin laying on top of his books. He picked it up along with the note, his heart instantly melting. 'Yugi'. He thought. Only his little one would do something like that for him, and it deeply touched him. That was only one of the many reasons he loved the petite boy. Yugi was beautiful, sweet, shy, caring, innocent, and a thousand other things. It was little things like this that Yugi did, in the small ways that he showed he cared, that made Yami love him all the more.
Yes, Anzu had given him more food, but she'd merely bought it with some extra pocket cash, he was sure, where as Yugi, sweet, caring Yugi, had taken it from his own lunch, a small sacrifice, and given it to him. He'd shared with Yami. And that meant a lot to Yami. That small, crumbly, and now hard cake was more precious to him than the fruit cup, big piece of cake, and pretzel Anzu'd bought him.
Yami carefully unwrapped the small square of cake. It had hardened from the stale air of his locker; it was a spice cake with a thin layer of white icing on it. Gulping a bit, Yami took one tentative bite, and nearly spit it back out. It was dry and brittle. Cafeteria food was always bad, but stale cafeteria food was ten times worse. Yet, Yami forced himself to eat it, determined to cherish the gift the small hikari had lovingly given him.
After choking it down, slinging his black Jansport book bag over one shoulder, and rushing to the water fountain and swallowing some water to get the dry taste out of his mouth, Yami headed down the hall and out the door, on his way home.
Yami practically ran home. He'd been on pins and needles all day, worried about his sweet aibou. He wanted to talk, alone and uninterrupted, with the sweet angel. Yugi had been acting so strange lately, and he was really worried about him. He loved him more than life itself, and it was a dagger in his heart to see the little one so upset. Over what, he didn't know, and couldn't fathom.
They'd been so happy, so close for a while, when it was just the two of them. Then, suddenly, Yugi's heart broken and avoiding him. Yami wanted nothing more than to take Yugi into his arms and protect him from whatever was upsetting him so much.
Yami sighed, thinking of Yugi the entire way home. What had gone wrong between them? He didn't know, and he wanted to find out. Too soon, lost in his thoughts, Yami reached the house and opened the door.
"You. Straight up to your room, and don't come down for the rest of the night. I'm so mad at you, Yami. You know better than to stay out late on a school night. Further more, you're get a tardy and a detention! What's come over you, boy? You're usually much better behaved than that." Sugoroku stood with his arms crossed by the kitchen table, which was near the door.
Yami looked steadily back at him, knowing from past experience it was best to keep his mouth shut. He said nothing, merely gazed at the man. 'My aibou's upset, that's why'. He thought to himself.
Speaking of his aibou.......Yugi stood, already in his baggy night shirt, which came all the way down to his knees, by the fridge, a plate filled with two cold pork chops, corn, and mashed potatoes and gravy in his hands. He was behind his grandfather; apparently, the small one had crept downstairs and ducked behind his grandfather's back while the old man was waiting, infuriated, glaring at the door as Yami'd come up the walk.
Yugi looked Yami straight in the eye, his rich plum orbs full of apology and a tinge of fear, then he looked down at the plate, then up at the ceiling. Knowing what his hikari was trying to say, Yami nodded mutely and wished he could take away that upset, fearful look on his sweet hikari.
"What was that for?" Sugoroku snapped, and Yami, whose attention was on Yugi as the little one slunk along the wall, warily watching his grandfather, and carried the plate upstairs, jumped a mile high.
Yami blinked and turned his attention back on Sugoroku. "You're absolutely right, I had no business doing what I did and deserve whatever punishment I get." He said quickly without a hint of truth in his words.
Sugoroku nodded, chewed his fat lower lip, causing his gray mustache to twitch, then he said, still glaring, but his tone was much calmer. "You're grounded for the rest of the week. Go upstairs and go straight to bed; there'll be no supper for boys who can't behave themselves. That's what my father did with me, and that's what I'm doing with you. Now, go get ready for bed, do your homework, then lights out immediately. No TV, videogames, computer, radio or phone tonight."
Yami nodded and headed up the stairs, only allowing the smile to creep over his face when he'd shut his bedroom door, tossed his book bag into a corner, and sat down at his desk, on which his cold, smuggled supper had been sat.
this should've been longer, i could've written more, but i dun have time- it's saturday night, and i gotta go pick my friend carrie up- sleepover ^^
that, and this was a good place to leave off- i'll have a good place to pick up, so starting the next chappie should be easier ^^
now, here it is, untouched.....
oi.....this has been a long wait, ne? nearly two months _ still, that's not my worst.....i've got fics i haven't updated in about 5 or 7 months.....*sighs * life and laziness tend to get in the way. -_- that, and i lost my inspiration for this one, but i threw this together tonight.
and....ack....omg....when did i have 100+ reviews for this? *faints * geez, ya forget aobut a fic, and the reviews multiply like lil fluffy, cuddly bunnies! but, since i like bunnies, i'm not complaining *giggles * seriously, tho, it shocked me! last time i checked this one, i had like 60 something. next i look, about 130. ack! *faints *
yam and yug: zzzzzzz *are curled up, snuggled against each other *
chibi yug: zzzz *is nestled in oni's arms *
^________^ well, i've kept ya waiting long enough. enjoy this chappie ^^
&&&&&&&&&
chapter four: grounded
Yami twirled his combination lock and flung open his locker, the metal door banging off of the one next to it and putting yet another dent in it. Detention had been slow, boring, and tedious. Yami still didn't know how he'd survived that torture chamber. Yami hadn't done any of his homework, like he was supposed to be doing; he'd merely opened up his Chemistry book to make it look like he was doing work, took out a pen, and preceded to add to many of the obscene pictures and offensive words scribbled and carved onto the desk. He'd recognized a few of the more colorful ones as works of Bakura and Marik.
Then, once the teacher monitoring them had pulled out a large book, slipped a Play Boy magazine into it, and delved it, never once looking up, Yami had eaten his supper. The rest of the time had been spent thinking about Yugi.
Yami sighed, almost wishing that he would've done his homework, but, knowing that he was going to be grounded for the rest of eternity, he figured he'd just do it at home. Hopefully, he could sneak into Yugi's room, and the two could do their homework together. Speaking of Yugi.......in a rush to get home and see the little one, to finally get to talk to him without Anzu's interference and find out what was bothering him, comfort the little angel, he bent down and went to grab the rest of his books.
He blinked when he saw the small, crumpled napkin laying on top of his books. He picked it up along with the note, his heart instantly melting. 'Yugi'. He thought. Only his little one would do something like that for him, and it deeply touched him. That was only one of the many reasons he loved the petite boy. Yugi was beautiful, sweet, shy, caring, innocent, and a thousand other things. It was little things like this that Yugi did, in the small ways that he showed he cared, that made Yami love him all the more.
Yes, Anzu had given him more food, but she'd merely bought it with some extra pocket cash, he was sure, where as Yugi, sweet, caring Yugi, had taken it from his own lunch, a small sacrifice, and given it to him. He'd shared with Yami. And that meant a lot to Yami. That small, crumbly, and now hard cake was more precious to him than the fruit cup, big piece of cake, and pretzel Anzu'd bought him.
Yami carefully unwrapped the small square of cake. It had hardened from the stale air of his locker; it was a spice cake with a thin layer of white icing on it. Gulping a bit, Yami took one tentative bite, and nearly spit it back out. It was dry and brittle. Cafeteria food was always bad, but stale cafeteria food was ten times worse. Yet, Yami forced himself to eat it, determined to cherish the gift the small hikari had lovingly given him.
After choking it down, slinging his black Jansport book bag over one shoulder, and rushing to the water fountain and swallowing some water to get the dry taste out of his mouth, Yami headed down the hall and out the door, on his way home.
Yami practically ran home. He'd been on pins and needles all day, worried about his sweet aibou. He wanted to talk, alone and uninterrupted, with the sweet angel. Yugi had been acting so strange lately, and he was really worried about him. He loved him more than life itself, and it was a dagger in his heart to see the little one so upset. Over what, he didn't know, and couldn't fathom.
They'd been so happy, so close for a while, when it was just the two of them. Then, suddenly, Yugi's heart broken and avoiding him. Yami wanted nothing more than to take Yugi into his arms and protect him from whatever was upsetting him so much.
Yami sighed, thinking of Yugi the entire way home. What had gone wrong between them? He didn't know, and he wanted to find out. Too soon, lost in his thoughts, Yami reached the house and opened the door.
"You. Straight up to your room, and don't come down for the rest of the night. I'm so mad at you, Yami. You know better than to stay out late on a school night. Further more, you're get a tardy and a detention! What's come over you, boy? You're usually much better behaved than that." Sugoroku stood with his arms crossed by the kitchen table, which was near the door.
Yami looked steadily back at him, knowing from past experience it was best to keep his mouth shut. He said nothing, merely gazed at the man. 'My aibou's upset, that's why'. He thought to himself.
Speaking of his aibou.......Yugi stood, already in his baggy night shirt, which came all the way down to his knees, by the fridge, a plate filled with two cold pork chops, corn, and mashed potatoes and gravy in his hands. He was behind his grandfather; apparently, the small one had crept downstairs and ducked behind his grandfather's back while the old man was waiting, infuriated, glaring at the door as Yami'd come up the walk.
Yugi looked Yami straight in the eye, his rich plum orbs full of apology and a tinge of fear, then he looked down at the plate, then up at the ceiling. Knowing what his hikari was trying to say, Yami nodded mutely and wished he could take away that upset, fearful look on his sweet hikari.
"What was that for?" Sugoroku snapped, and Yami, whose attention was on Yugi as the little one slunk along the wall, warily watching his grandfather, and carried the plate upstairs, jumped a mile high.
Yami blinked and turned his attention back on Sugoroku. "You're absolutely right, I had no business doing what I did and deserve whatever punishment I get." He said quickly without a hint of truth in his words.
Sugoroku nodded, chewed his fat lower lip, causing his gray mustache to twitch, then he said, still glaring, but his tone was much calmer. "You're grounded for the rest of the week. Go upstairs and go straight to bed; there'll be no supper for boys who can't behave themselves. That's what my father did with me, and that's what I'm doing with you. Now, go get ready for bed, do your homework, then lights out immediately. No TV, videogames, computer, radio or phone tonight."
Yami nodded and headed up the stairs, only allowing the smile to creep over his face when he'd shut his bedroom door, tossed his book bag into a corner, and sat down at his desk, on which his cold, smuggled supper had been sat.
this should've been longer, i could've written more, but i dun have time- it's saturday night, and i gotta go pick my friend carrie up- sleepover ^^
that, and this was a good place to leave off- i'll have a good place to pick up, so starting the next chappie should be easier ^^