Title: Girl Trouble
Author: Sean Wright
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh.



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Chapter Seven



He was not going to cry. He was not going to cry. Saying it didn't mean he could stop it from happening.

Yuugi wiped ineffectively at his still streaming eyes that were hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses.

He had come back to where all his troubles had started; the fountain in the mall. He had been there for awhile, watching Sunday afternoon shoppers stroll by, kids running around, and it's life as usual for the rest of the frigging world.

It would have been better had Yami just broken up with him. That was something he could have handled that or he would have after he had come to terms with it—Who the hell was he kidding? Yuugi knew he would have killed Yami if he had attempted to end their
relationship.

"Here, Yuugi." Ryou held out a sealed brown Styrofoam cup with the logo of his favorite coffee shop on it. "Mocha cappuccino with whole milk, no whipped cream or sprinkles."

Yuugi took the cup gratefully. Ryou had sat down beside him and ripped the lid off his own drink and blew on it. Yuugi dropped his elbows on his legs as he started morosely down at the titled floor.

Ryou took a long sip of his green tea, out of the corner of his left eye, he watched his small friend worriedly. He had been surprised when Yuugi showed up at him home that afternoon. He knew the Pharaoh was back and had naturally assumed that his would spend the day with his lover. One could only imagine his shock when Bakura opened the door to revealed a terrified Yuugi.

Yuugi had rushed into their house, frantically ordering Bakura to close the door while he moved away from the windows. He told them not to tell the Pharaoh he was there, Bakura could not lie to Pharaoh because he would kill him. Yuugi admitted that he had forgotten that and started to leave. He didn't want Ryou and Bakura to suffer because the Pharaoh
was angry with him. Ryou called out for Yuugi to wait. He rushed up to his room and pulled on a blue turtleneck sweater and a wool jacket and his wallet. Ryou told his yami that they were leaving but not where they going and for good measure, he left his Sennen Ring at home as well as his cell phone.

Yuugi had snuck out of his house through his bedroom window to avoid his yami. He had no money nor anywhere to go. He wanted sometime away from Anzu, he feared he was beginning to rely too much on the girl. And he was being evasive when Ryou asked about Jou. Yuugi didn't want to hang out with them, he claimed to have wanted some peace and Ryou calming presence offered that.

Ryou was flattered of course and honored to keep Yuugi company while he hid from the Pharaoh. Hours of wondering around Domino had finally found the intrepid pair at the mall.

Ryou had finished his tea and was now watching the crowd. A cute girl in a black mini skirt caught his eye. Had Yuugi not been as down as he was, Ryou would have defiantly been at the girl's side and taking her number. But he his friend was down and Ryou put his needs before his own libido.

"So what do you want to do, Yuugi?" He asked.

The boy shook his head. "If I survive going home tonight, I want to try to make things right with Yami."

"But this isn't all your fault. The Pharaoh has no right to place the blame on you."

"I know…"

"And you shouldn't have to take this crap from him. Where the hell are your balls, Yuugi?"
Yuugi glared at him over his shoulder; Ryou ignored that and went on unaffectedly. "Yuugi, you have changed over the last few years. You meet all of your challenges with bravery and stare down your worst offenders."

"This is different—"

"This is you making excuses for someone who is obviously mistreating you." Ryou cut him
off.

"I'm not making excuses for Yami. We are having a problem, all couples do."

Ryou shrugged, "Maybe your mistake was becoming a couple with your yami."

And they were back to this. Yuugi sat and ripped the lid off his cooled drink. "I don't question your relationship with Bakura. I know you both fuck whomever you want and each other. That's your life—"

"You're right, Yuugi, it is my life." Ryou reached out and touched Yuugi's shoulder.
"I'm not living for my yami. My happiness does not depend on wither he shows me
favour or not. I can toss that ring and let him fade out of existence and it wouldn't effect me the same way losing the Pharaoh would do to you."

"Look, I love him alright." Yuugi grumbled. "And it's not like he's beating on me or cursing
me out all the damn the time. We're just having a problem…"

"One that might be there for the rest of your life." He moved closer to Yuugi until his
arm had completely encircled the other boy's shoulder. "This must be very hard on you, hmm?"

A bitter sound escaped Yuugi. "That's the understatement of the century."

Ryou said nothing, he pulled Yuugi closer, gently forcing the boy to rest his head on his shoulder. It took some effort but eventually Yuugi allowed himself to relax in his friend's embrace. The two sat their for a while, watching the crowd. Soon after, the pair left the mall. They hung out at the park. As evening fell, Ryou decided that dinner was in order and after that, they went to a coffee house to listen to some up incoming spoken word artists. Yuugi allowed himself to relax that evening and just had a good time with Ryou.

Speaking of the young Englishman. Yuugi glanced around the darken den and spotted the familiar mop of long white hair at the bar. Ryou was chatting up some pretty little thing with violet hair that was dressed completely in brown. She slipped Ryou a slip of paper and then kissed his right cheek before she went back to her group of friends. Yuugi recognized
the smothering look in Ryou's eyes and the confident half smile on his face and Yuugi laughed. Ryou had most defiantly been spending too much time around Honda.

Ryou glanced at the number before pocketing it. He nodded at the guy behind the counter and ordered two coffees. Yuugi turned his attention to person on stage and his breath caught in his throat.

The new poet was truly one of the most beautiful male specimens Yuugi had ever seen in anywhere. He was tall, slim, but from beneath the plain grey tee shirt clung to his chest and strong shoulders, the guy had a well developed upper body and as the poem went on and his shirt came off, Yuugi noted the rest of the package was just as pleasing as the arms and shoulders promised. Yuugi knew he was drooling and it didn't help that Ryou had
decided to return and point that fact out to him.

Yuugi growled at his friend as Ryou continued to laugh at him.

"Why can't you shut the hell up you fucking hyena?" He grumbled as he sipped his drink.

"Oh come off it, Yuugi." Ryou said, with his eyes sparking with mischief. "This is the
first time I've ever seen you looking at another guy and actually showing some interest in them."

Yuugi pretended to ignore that and continued to sip his drink.

Of course this did not discourage his friend. No, Ryou's crafty mind had already come up with a plan to get his friend out of his slump and hopefully away from that asshole the Pharaoh or at least show Yuugi what he was missing.

And with Yuugi as a girl, it would so easy to do. Especially since Yuugi was hot, delectable girl. If he didn't look at Yuugi as a brother, Ryou knew he would have been tempted. It was only that and his fear of that bastard of the Pharaoh that had Ryou minding his p's and q's all afternoon.

He looked back at the stage and the poet was gathering his shirt and leaving, much to disappointment of the girls and couple of guys in the audience. Ryou excused himself, Yuugi told him to bring back another latté this time without the damned whipped cream.

Grumbling about ungrateful asshole friends and the like, Ryou caught the attention of the guy behind the counter and ordered another latté and pointed to Yuugi in the corner booth. Once that was taken care of, Ryou went off the congratulate the artist on his performance
and while he was at it, he would causally invite the guy to his booth for a drink and talk about the piece.

Yep, there where no ulterior motives here, folks. It was just going to be a discussion on the arts with two of his friends over a couple espressos.

Ryou got side tracked by a hottie in a tight red sweater. Naw, she was more Bakura's type. So back to his plan.

Yuugi was watching his friend suspiciously. The coffee came, with the hated whipped topping, but Ryou was not with it. Knowing that pimp, he was hitting on his next victim. Yuugi blew out a short breath before taking a long sip of his drink. He had finished his coffee by the time Ryou came back…With the Japanese Adonis with the gorgeous black
hair and dark brown eyes that fixed not on Yuugi's chest (thank Kami) but on his face. Had Yuugi though it was impossible for the guy look even better, his smile shut Yuugi's brain down.

Ryou was looked from between the two. Neither had spoken and both had stunned yet very pleased expressions on their faces.

Attraction was established now to get them talking.

"Yuugi, this is Hideyo Jin." Ryou dropped down beside Yuugi and waved his hand for him to sit down. "Jin-kun, this is my friend, Yuugi-chan."

Yuugi turned on him so fast, Ryou was surprised he did not have whiplash.

Jin sat down on Yuugi's right side, faraway not to close to be intimidating but close enough to show his interest.

"Yuugi?" He frowned lightly as he turned the name over in his mind. "That is not a very common name."

"My parents were not common either." Yuugi retorted. Under the table he pinched Ryou's closest arm when he wanted to pound the hell out his face.

"You know, Ryou-kun is a regular here," Jin said, drawing Yuugi's attention back to him. "But this is the first time I've ever seen you here, Yuugi-chan."

Yuugi felt a blush stain his cheeks and he wanted to curse his own head off. Damn it, he did not blush. He did not! Still, the light pink stain warmed his cheeks as he said, "Yeah, this is my first time." He bit his lower lip thoughtfully, "So you and Ryou know each
other?"

Jin laughed softly, "Sort of. His, umm—Bakura, you know him?"

Yuugi nodded.

Jin turned that half shy smile on Yuugi and once again, the boy's mind was turned to mush. "Ryou and I met through Bakura." He noticed the surprised look on Yuugi's face.

Yuugi looked at Ryou questioningly.

Ryou shrugged. "There are many sides to Bakura."

Yuugi could not stop the laughter from bubbling up in chest. "That's true."

"Anyway," he shoved Yuugi in the back, "Jin. You want something to drink? Espresso? Latte? My treat, man."

"Espresso, please." His eyes settled back on Yuugi's. There was defintly some interest there.

Ryou turned his face to cover his amusement. He slid out of the booth and asked, "Yuugi?"

"Latte." He told him. "And no more whipped cream. Or I swear—"

"But that's the best part of the drink." Jin reached out and touched Yuugi's right hand that rested on the tabletop. Their eyes met again and once again Yuugi was blushing. "It makes kisses so much sweeter after…"

Yuugi drew back quickly. "Umm, yeah. My—umm—my boyfriend—he, Yami! Ah, Yami, says the same thing." Was it hot in here? Maybe he should have cut back on the damned coffees. And why hadn't Jin let go of his hand.

"You're seeing someone?" He asked nonplussed.

Yuugi nodded. "Yeah." And that someone was crazy as well as possesive and would kill whomever had dared to touch Yuugi.

"Is it serious?" He coiled his larger hand around Yuugi's tiny one. "I mean—"

"Yami and I are very serious." His voice sounded odd even in his own ears. In a jolt of recognization, Yuugi realized that he liked this guy. Shit, shit, he silently cursed himself. This guy was a complete stranger. He didn't know one thing about him, but that didn't seem all that relevant as Jin continued to stare into his eyes.

"Yami?" Jin moved closer and at the same time he pulled Yuugi towards him until they were almost nose-to-nose.

"Who?Yuugi wanted to ask. Kami, Jin had the most beautiful eyes. Something about them seemed to capture the attention and burrow deep into the soul, looking for all of Yuugi's secrets. The boy swallowed hard when he felt Jin's other hand raise his chin slightly.
"You know, I never thought I would meet someone like you." Jin said quietly.

"Someone like me?"

A slight grin tipped the corners of Jin's lips as he searched Yuugi's face. "Hai, someone I knew I wanted to kiss even before I knew their name."

Kiss him? Kiss him. There was a reason why he couldn't do this, but for the life of him, Yuugi could not remember why? Nothing was important to him now, except that Jin kissed him. He wanted Jin to kiss him.

Jin read the willingness in Yuugi's eyes and moved he moved to close the small gap between them and...And all hell broke loose in the store.

Yuugi did know what happened, but he managed to catch himself on his forearms before before he could hit his head on the table. He looked up and could not believe his eyes.
Yami and Jin were going at it, the owner and the guy from behind the counter were trying to break up the fight which was quickly becoming a one sided thrashing as Yami, despite his slightly smaller size managed to quickly bring Jin down.

Yami was trying to inflict permanent damage, but the was pulled off Jin. It was the threat calling the police that had Yami backing off.

The former Pharaoh, stepped back, he jerked his arms away from two guys that were trying to hold him back. Yami turned away from them after growling a few threats at Jin before he marched over to where Yuugi still sat, thunderstruck even as Yami licked some blood off
the corner of his own mouth.

Yuugi felt his entire body go weak as those hard, anger tinted ruby eyes speared his own eyes. He was pulled to his feet, his knees buckled and he fell heavily against Yami. He felt the room begin to swim, his head felt to heavy for him to support.

//Sleep, hikari// Yami said into his mind.

Despite his best efforts, Yuugi surrendered to the darkness.



******



When Yuugi awoke, it was to the sound of his alarm clock beeping and the phone at his bedside ringing and sunlight hit him squarely in the face.

He groaned as he rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in pillows as he tried to find that warm spot in his bed. The phone stopped ring but the alarm would not stop sounding and the damn sun was there to stay. Grumbling, the boy threw his pillows from his head and pushed himself up to his knees to glare at the offending timepiece before he smashed it. Only to have his freaking phone ring again.

Well hell, he was awake now and there was no point him trying to go back to sleep. The clock read five-forty. Yuugi swung his legs over the side of the bed and stretched. He ran a hand through his loose hair and swore when he came across a couple tangles.

He tossed the covers off his body and stood up and headed to the bathroom. On the way he grabbed the phone and snarled out a rough, "What the hell do you want?"

The was gasp on the other end before a familiar voice hesitantly inquired, "Are you alright, Yuugi?"

It was Anzu. He switched the phone to his left ear as he dropped his sleeping pants. "Yeah," he started to yawn, but it was cut off with a startled yelp when his right hand groped the air. With a curse he remembered that he had no dick. Still cursing under his breath, Yuugi turned sat down to pee.

"Ryou told me about last night." Anzu was saying. "I tried call you, but Yami said that you had fainted."

He snorted in discontent. "That bastard put me under a freaking spell is more like it."

The was a pause then she asked the predictable. "Yami can do that?"

On the other end, Yuugi mimicked her question. He wanted to tell her, 'Hell, yeah, the psycho can do that and more when he's fucking pissed off at me.' Instead he asked, "What there something else you wanted to ask me, Anzu. Cause if not, I need to take a shit—"

She knew it was a mistake to have telephone Yuugi that early in the morning. The boy was half asleep and that made him ill tempted and crude. Anzu deliberately chose to ignore that last comment and asked Yuugi if he was coming to make it to school that day. He said there was no reason for him not to. Anzu reminded him of the change over in gym class and that they had a verbal test in English. He mumbled something, clearly telling her that he was not listening and then Yuugi hung up.

Yuugi went for his usual run, he came back, showered, dried his hair and got dressed. He thanked his foresight to have ordered a larger blazers before the term started but nothing could be done for his uniform trousers. They were just too long and waist and hips were a too small even for his once narrow waist paints. Growling in frustration, Yuugi had to sneak into Yami's room, which was thankfully empty, to borrow a belt that was long enough for Yuugi to tie around his waist. He went back to his room with his purloined tie and completed his preparations. He had spotted his car keys and wallet on his desk when he returned from his run, but no other sign that Yami had been there. While he was dressing, he had heard Yami go down stairs; A quick, fleeting pain stabbed through Yuugi's heart when Yami did not stop at his door or even called out a good-bye to him.

Yuugi raised his eyes to look at the girl in mirror. Her expression was troubled and he could see the worry in her clear lavender eyes. She was scared, that much was easy to read from her body language, fear and dismay.

She reached up and adjusted the plain dark blue tie that rested on her chest before moving her small hands to the collar of her new crisp white dress shirt. She reached for a simple black hair tie on the desk beside her, with her free hand, she caught her hair at her
nape, and before she pulled her hair into a stark ponytail. A few unruly golden strains fell about her face ethereal face. Her eyes moved down to her own chest, a self-conscious gesture. She bit her lower lip as she regarded her obscured breast. Even with two sports bras and tape, she felt like they were sticking out. As a last resort, she reached for a scarf and threw it around her neck and breast.

There that had to work. Yuugi though as he grabbed his overly large school pack. He grabbed his wallet and keys and headed down stairs. Yuugi left his bag beside the staircase and he bounded into kitchen to grab a breakfast bar only to come up short.

There, seated at the kitchen table with his notebook computer sat Yami.

The former Pharaoh was the picture of the modern academic. In his black v-neck sweater and dark gray cords and reading glasses with two of his textbooks open at his left elbow, Yami was simply a gorgeous and unexpected sight for Yuugi. And down when the boy's brain
again. He was really begin to hate that crazy bitch (like he didn't already) but this was the last straw. Hot guys, not just hot guys, gorgeous, completely do able guys were turning his brain to mush. As if yesterday wasn't bad enough.

Sighing in defeat, Yuugi walked past the silent Yami to hunt up some breakfast. He opened the fridge and grabbed an apple and a bottle of juice. He went back to the cupboards over the stove and took the last oatmeal cereal bar before he dropped down in the empty chair across from Yami.

The two sat in what could only be call an awkward silence. Yami's fingers skimming over his keyboard was the only sound to be heard.

Yuugi finished off his breakfast quickly only to realize that he was still hungry. He raided the breadbox for a bagel. While that was in the toaster, Yuugi devoured the last of the cookie dough.

Yuugi nibbled on the raw dough, watching Yami through worried eyes. This was not a normal morning for them. Yuugi was still fully clothed and not pressed up against a wall or down on the floor having something licked off his body by a ravenous Yami. Hell, he hadn't
been kissed in a full week and he was damned near crazy with wanting Yami. But there was nothing he could do, nothing he came to mind that could ease this tension between them and hell, it was starting to piss him off.

Damn it, when he walked out of the door today everything was going to be different. He did not want to go out there without a sense of normalcy here. He needed Yami to tell him everything was going to be alright. He wanted that sense of security that he could only
have with Yami. He wanted…

A spasm of nerves rushed through him. Yuugi tried to swallow only to have his mouth water and his stomach muscles clench. He slapped a hand to his mouth and raced for the downstairs' bathroom.

When Yuugi returned to the kitchen, he found the place empty. He darted out to the living room and found Yami's boots and favorite leather over coat missing. Yuugi sighed as he wearily trooped back to kitchen for his bagel. His stomach knotted when the scent of the onion roll hit his nostrils. He would have to grab something on the way. As of that moment, he had enough to brush his teeth again before he went to pick up Honda and the others.


*******


"Hey, Yuugi, let me drive this morning." Honda opened the driver's side door.

"Hell no, man." Jou was complaining as he went around to the back seat. "Yuugi never let's anyone drives his baby."

Wordlessly, Yuugi moved over to the vacated passenger side. "Thanks, man." He said tiredly. He pulled on his seat belt while Honda fidgeted with the driver's seat. "I've been feeling like shit all morning."

Honda glanced at Ryou in the back seat and nodded once, "What's up, man?"

"Nothing much. But I gotta tell you, Yuugi is a great chick magnet."

Honda shot a breath, "I could have told you that years ago."

"But not like this—" Ryou said with a devilish gleam in his dark brown eyes as he glanced meaningfully at his petite friend. "Last night I took Yuugi to Hitomi's, because my boy Jin was doing his thing on stage."

"Yeah?" Honda asked interestedly. He easily manueved Yuugi's car into traffic.

"I went up to bar to get us a drinks and to find out when Jin was coming out. While I was there, I noticed the bitch eyes that were directed at our 'little friend'…" He smirked paying his homage to Al Pacino and Scarface.

Yuugi honored Mr. Pacino in another manner.

Ryou ignored him and went on with his tale, occasioning being interrupted by Yuugi who promised to kick his ass for using him.

Jou paid the entire conversation no mind until Ryou started talking about the Jin-guy flirting with Yuugi. Yuugi was quick to deny that anything had happened between himself and the other guy, but Ryou kept on insisting and went on talking about a kiss Yuugi shared with the guy. Yuugi of course denied that as well, but Jou had caught sight of the
telltale little blush that stained Yuugi's delicate face.

At Yuugi's request, Honda pulled in at one of their favorite fast food places and the group ordered breakfast. At the window, Honda and Ryou held up the line by flirting the girl handing them their orders. When someone blew at them, the two yelled out their windows, cursing out the jerks from a prep school around town. That could have led to a brawl but it the tension died down when Yuugi yelled they were going to be late.

Fifteen minutes later, Yuugi was cursing his best friends for the state of his car. Both Jou and Honda promised to help him clean it out and Ryou only after Yuugi threaten to kick his ass.

On the way from the student parking lot, Yuugi heard a shrill whistle; he turned around and saw Kaiba leaning against his latest expensive toy. His eyes raked over Yuugi from head to toe, before slowly rising up inch by agonizing inch until they rested on Yuugi angry mottled face.

Yuugi threw off his bag and ready to let that snake have it, but Ryou caught him by the arm and drew him back even as Honda moved to block Yuugi from Kaiba's sight.

Honda had learned that knocking heads was not always the best answer and in a crowded courtyard, it would only get one of them a suspension.

With a cool, calculating look in his eyes, Honda did the last thing anyone would have expected from him.

"Damn, Kaiba." He said loudly, his tone projected wonderment as he watched the arrogant ass. "I though Yuugi was joking when he said you wanted to hook up with him. Damn, I was the last to think you would swing that way, but hey. What's a better way to come out of the closet than having Yami Moto kick you ass for moving on his boyfriend, eh?"

And that was all it took.

A self-satisfied smirk danced across Honda's features as he scooped up Yuugi's bag and handed to the stunned youth.

Yuugi was speechless. Honda had rescued him from the ass whooping and possible suspension. He took his bag from his friend and with malicious glee he could not help but called out. "I told you, Kaiba. You're not my type, even if you are the richest school. You just don't do anything for me." Honda gave him a shove to get him moving.

Yuugi smiled to himself as he took his seat for homeroom. He caught the tail end of one rumor that was already going around. He was the one that rejected the 'Oh-my—no, he's gay' Kaiba.

Yuugi pulled out his English book after part of his conversation with Anzu returned to his mind. She had something about gym, but he had forgotten…Holy mother, crap!

Yuugi's hand flew to his tapered chest. He had been excused from gym since being scheduled that rotten class. He had projects and assisted in the library and had been doing in school tutoring and peer mediation…He had never had to go to gym and had been receiving credit, but all that was over because of his fucking illness. He had to go to gym class until he was rescheduled and that meant today…

He stared wide-eyed and in horror at his opened textbook as all the blood drained from his face. As his right hand clutched convulsively at the front of his shirt. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that Yuugi did not hear the teacher calling his name or see him standing over him.

Panic had set in and when Yuugi came out of it, the school nurse was on the phone with Yuugi's grandfather. The Principle had been informed and everyone wanted answers.

Sugoroku came and gave some bull shit explanation about why he allowed his granddaughter to masquerade as a boy. Yuugi had felt comfortable dressed as a boy, blah, blah. Yes, yes, yes, to whatever else was said. No, there was nothing psychologically wrong with the girl. More, yadda, yadda. Yuugi had bearly heard anything after his grandfather had asked him if he were alright. He occasionally he would tune in, but the shock would set in and he was back to la-la land.

When the questions were directed to him, Yuugi told them that he was a girl, yes, he knew it was wrong to have lied, but he ashamed about being a girl because, someone had touched him inappropriately as child and felt that hiding his gender would protect him and after that, pretending to be a boy only became second nature.

The principle bought it. They even contacted the doctor who gave Yuugi his last check-up and yes Yuugi was a healthy, normal girl.





Yuugi went home that afternoon with a girl's uniform and schedule change for gym.

He threw the clothes on to his bed and stripped out of his uniform and fell on his bed. Honda and Jou stopped to check on him. Anzu had rehearsals that afternoon and Ryou and Bakura went to Tokyo to catch play.

Yami had come home changed and left for something. Yuugi didn't know what.

Yuugi had gotten dressed and went down to shop to help out his grandfather.

His grandfather wanted to close up early. He was going to have dinner with an old friend. Yuugi, with no plans of his own, told him that he would close up for him and the kept the shop open another hour.

Nothing was happening. It was a slow Monday and Yuugi caught himself nodding off at the counter. He decided to call it a night. He went around the counter, stretching and yawning broadly as he turned the sign around. When he reached for the lock, the door opened, and
Yuugi jumped back fright.

He looked up quickly at the stranger in dark clothes, ball cap, and sunglasses.

"What the—" He cried out.

The stranger reached up and quickly removed his glasses to reveal a slightly bruised face.

Yuugi started up the once handsome face, his lavender eyes soften as they took in every injury. He clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and sighed.

"What the hell are you doing here?"





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