Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Author back from the dead! Sorry for the long wait but life got hectic. But you didn't come here to read about my personal life. However just in case you did last Tuesday marked my one year anniversary as an author on Fanfiction.net.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu gi oh
Private thoughts
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Catching a Break: We Were in Love
I had finally finished cleaning the apartment. It wasn't the Taj mahal or anything but, at least it was livable. Now came the really fun part of the day, studying. I sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day and made my way over to couch.
I leaned against the wall and felt my way across the room as everything seemed to have acquired a twin. Making the place look twice as ugly with double the bone white lamps. The spider plant was fast becoming a jungle; having acquired five new arms, and the book self now had extra copies of 'Couch Potato 101: Guide to being a Professional Bum'. Somehow I made through the Picasso style room and to the brown and orange plaid blob that was the couch. I pulled the books over to me and began to memorize the important facts. But the words kept blurring together, lines became one solid gray mass, and I my head started to drop to my chest. Can't sleep must study. Still the pillow looked so inviting. Before I knew it I was lying down and the room was starting to grow dark. I'll just rest for a few minutes I won't sleep I'll just…
- [Yami]-
"Now if you could just get this one other thing done for me and then-" The slam of the door cut off the rest of his sentence. I growled in frustration, do this, fix that it boggles the mind how he ever managed to get beyond the mailroom! An entire day spent in that room was enough to send my right off the edge.
I looked up to see the (un)official class clown of the office approaching. Oh the fun just never stops.
"Hey, if you spend anymore time in there, Motou, people are going to think you're a couple."
"Grow up, Mitchell!" I said and glared at him.
"Hey, it was just a joke."
"Not funny," I replied and continued to walk back to my desk. I glanced out the window and noticed that it had started snowing again. I came back to my desk picked up the phone and left a message for Yugi. Now if I could just get out of the office before Bob cornered me I'd be home free.
Doing an extremely bad impression of James Bond I worked my way towards my goal. I ducked behind the secretary's desk as a group of people walked by.
"Mr. Motou?"
"I'm not here," I said and continued my trek to the elevator. I bolted for it just as the doors started closing and ran smack into Bob. This just isn't my day! I thought despairingly.
"There you are, Motou, I was afraid I'd missed you. Now I need you to fill out this GIA forms and file them according to date and make sure all the number balance out perfectly."
"Yeah, Bob, whatever," I said, grabbed the briefcase and turned around as the elevator came to stop on the ground floor.
"Oh, yes and do try not to be long with it. I have to get to the gym early tomorrow morning."
I stopped short. Who does this guy think his is? After several seconds I regained my composure and walked out, muttering words not fit for virgin ears. While Bob remained forever in the dark about how close I came to shoving him right through the wall.
- [Yugi]-
I was jolted awake by the sound of a blaring horn and tires skidding on ice. As the world came into focus I saw the clock which blinked the time of 4:00 p.m. well so much for get half a day's worth of studying.
I went to get sit up and instantly regretted it as my head began to pound. "Ugh, I thought resting was supposed to make you feel better not worse." The tickle in my nose had spread to the back of my throat and body felt like it had been filled with lead.
Still I managed to sit up, I left the textbooks where they were and picked up the millennium puzzle from the table by its chain. It incidentally had been the item I had nearly broken my neck tripping over this morning. I ran my thumb across its surface and noticed several scuff marks. Strange how it mirrored Yami and I. Like our relationship it was still solid, but it showed signs of wear. This whole fight fiasco was really getting to me. I didn't hate Yami for what he said; I could never hate him for something so small. This was not our first petty argument and I knew it certainly wouldn't be our last. So why am I getting so worked up about it? Maybe it was because we were both stressed out. Maybe it was because life had gotten so complicated so quickly that we just lashed out at the first opportunity. The problem definitely came with the circumstances of the fight. It just seemed like we were two people who lived under the same roof. Just roommates rather than a couple, and I was really starting to have doubts about whether he still loved me like he use to.
When we first started dating he couldn't keep his hands off me. He made every effort to see that I was comfortable. He couldn't go a day without me. I use to get annoyed with those antics, now I realized how much I'd taken those things for granted. How I just assumed he would always do that. Now it seemed that I was nothing but a burden to him. Something he felt he had to support. I broke out of my berating stupor long enough to realize the phone was ringing. I should probably get that.
I stood up and promptly fell right back down again. The room continued to spin like clothes in a washing machine. Or maybe I'll just lay here very still on the couch and wait for death to take me.
"Hey, Yugi, the storm is picking up so I'm coming home, bye."
Oh shoot his coming home early! I jumped off of the couch much to the protes of my body picked up the box of tissues I dropped on the floor at some point. I used about five of them before I stopped needing to sniffle every ten seconds. I can't let him know that I'm sick.
I took the box with to the couch and made look like I had done some studying tried to look attentive when I heard the key scrape in the lock.
"Why is it so cold in here?" Was the first words out of his mouth as he came through the door.
"The heat is out" I stated simply.
He came over, sat down, and glanced at my textbooks and I quickly rubbed my finger under my nose trying to fight the urge to sneeze.
"Mrs. Crumpet didn't say when it was going to be fixed?"
"No," I answered. Yami looked at me quizzically.
"Yugi, are you still upset about yesterday?"
"Yes-I mean no I mean… I just…ah… Ah… AH… AHCHOO!"
The sneeze doubled me over and my head felt like it was going to explode,"excuse be," I mumbled into my lap. And flu: 1 Yugi: 0 is the score as we head into the finally round of 'Hide the Illness'. My eyes drifted to the floor too embarrassed to look at Yami.
"Yugi, are you sick?"
"It's nothing, Yami." I answered. My eyes stayed focused on the floor wishing it would open up and let me fall in.
"It certainly doesn't sound like nothing."
He brought his hand under my chin and tilted my head up so he could look at me. His red eyed gazed scrutinized my every feature.
"Yugi, why didn't you call me? I would have come home."
"I didn't want to bother you with something so trivial, you don't need me to burden you with more to do."
He appeared shocked and sat there mouth hanging open trying to figure out what to say to that. "…Yugi, I'm sorry about what I said yesterday I was just frustrated and I took it out on you. I'm so sorry and I didn't mean it."
"Just because you didn't mean it doesn't mean it isn't true."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the fact that you were right, Yami. I don't to anything to contribute to this relationship. I sit on my butt listening to some over the hill professor and read about French philosophers and for what? To have some piece of paper in a frame on the wall that will probably be useless five years from now."
"That's not true, Yugi, again I apologize for what I said, it was stupid and completely uncalled for. You should be very happy you're going to college. You worked hard in high school and had some goals. While I was more interested in video games and duel monsters, which is why I'm stuck in some third rate job I hate, working with a bunch of morons."
"But that third rate job pays the rent. I just want to be able to contribute. That's why I worked today-"
"Oh, Yugi, you haven't been doing anything strenuous have you?"
"Not really I just cleaned up, did laundry, and got chewed out by Mrs. Crumpet."
"Well I call anything to do with Mrs. Crumpet strenuous. Look, Yugi, I don't know what possessed me to say those things to you last night. I care about you more than anything in the world and it doesn't matter to me if you make a hundred thousand dollars a year or if we have to spend our lives shopping at thrift stores. What matters is that you're happy okay?"
I nodded and he sealed the deal by pushing his lips gently on my own. I slowly moved to deepen the kiss… and then the phone rang.
- [Yami] -
:It's not fair!:
:And you wonder why I hate that piece of technology.:
"If it's for me tell them I died."
I got up and walked over to the phone and I reached behind it to pull the cord that attached it to the wall.
"Wrong number."
"But, Yami, it might have been someone important."
I smiled at him, "Not possible, the only person who is important to me is you."
He grinned sheepishly, the first real sign that I was getting through to him. Not that I could blame him as he didn't appear to be in a great condition to concentrate. He was a living advertisement for the dead. He skin was flushed and pale, a contrast that did not suit my partner at all. Not to mention he was shivering. I came over and pulled him close so he sat in my lap his head against my chest.
"AHCHOO!"
I winced as he sneezed violently it sounded like it hurt.
"Sorry"
"Don't worry about it," I replied slightly bothered that he still felt a need to walk on eggshells around me. "Yugi, you know you don't need to worry about how to act around me."
"But I do worry. I worry about everything, not just you but simple stuff like how we're going to pay for next week's groceries."
"Not everything in the world is about money. You worry about things that have little measure in the big picture. You're right about one thing, Yugi, you could get a job and we could a better place than this hole in the wall and fill it with stuff that doesn't look it belongs on the antique road show, but then we wouldn't have any time for each other. We would be less of couple then we already are."
He mumbled something about how that would be worse.
"What did you say?""Nothing it's nothing, probably just the fever talking."
I placed my hand firmly against his forehead, "You are warm, Yugi." Very grateful for the change of subject.
"Probably the only thing in this place that is."
He does have a point "still you should be resting."
"I am, wallowing in self pity on the couch counts as resting."
I chuckled at his dry humour, "I meant in bed."
He lifted up his head and glanced up at our bedroom. "Too far," he said and let his drop back onto my chest.
I picked him up and brought him to the bed. I carefully tucked the covers around him. I pulled back to leave but he grabbed my wrist.
"Stay"
I bite my lip indecisively I did want to work on those forms for Bob get them out of the way and Yugi would be perfectly fine… What am I saying!? Bob and those stupid GIA forms can go to hell! Yugi needs me. I decided I must have really needed a vacation if I was having trouble making a decision about doing something I hated and being with the one I loved.
I slid into the bed beside him and wrapped my arms protectively around his waist, as he nuzzled his face in my neck; allowing me to place my chin in his hair.
"Thank you" He murmured.
"You're welcome and I'm sorry I've been such a jerk lately."
"It's all right. I'm use to it."
-End Chapter 3-