Oh, and I'd like to thank Molly-chan the Anime/Game fan, and Karimaru (I do the same thing! XD) specifically. Molly-chan for pointing out a type-o ("...Ryou doesn't like with his dad," I mean LIVE. XD I've fixed it now, but I'm so sorry if I confused anyone!), and Karimaru-chan for giving me an idea! XD Thank you both so much!
.:Chapter five - A Very Showery Night :.
Yami was sitting on soft, worn-out old couch, looking around at the small, homey room. The air was warm and cozy, and he was quite thankful they'd gotten there in time to avoid the shower, though Yami stayed at the window, watching it for a while. An old man hobbled into the room, smiling and holding two glass cups in his hands. There was a pleasant smell that wafted up from them, and it made Yami cock his head. Sugoroku set the mugs down, letting out a sound as he straightened up and popped his back. "There you go -- some nice warm cocoa." he said, sighing and plopping down into a comfortable looking armchair.
"Co...coa?" the prince asked, tilting his head. He leaned forward and saw the steaming brown liquid, and inhaled, smiling at the smell of it. "I've never heard of such a thing, though it smells wonderful."
The older man laughed, smiling, and aged eyes crinkling. "Such a strange one, you are...Where did you say you were from?"
Yami glanced up, holding the cup now. He blinked; "I didn't say, but it's a long story..." he trailed off, leaning in to sniff the drink once more. It seemed far too warm to gulp down just yet.
Yuugi suddenly burst into the room, having changed into his nightclothes, consisting of baby blue, long-sleeved, long-panted pajamas, with little yellow moons and stars on them. He bounced up onto the couch next to his grandfather, and greeted him with a hug, and wave to Yami. He suddenly gasped. "Cocoa!" and got up, making his way to the kitchen. Yami laughed, as did the older man, both finding the small teen's antics cute.
"You're grandson's very energetic," he commented, finally chancing a sip of the chocolately substance. His eyes lit up in delight and he swallowed down the rest of it fairly quick. "This is delicious!" he chimed, reliving those three wondrous seconds of pure bliss before he'd drunk it all.
Yuugi came back in, smiling and holding his very own cup, with some lines drawn on it. Yami frowned. "What is that?" he asked, pointing to the markings. Yuugi blinked and then lifted the mug so he could see it.
"Oh, that's kanji... it says 'Mutou Yuugi'." he explained, sitting back down next to his only grandfather. "Jounouchi-kun made it for me, though he has horrible handwriting..." with this, he laughed. "But he meant well...and he's a good friend." With this, Yuugi began to lift the cup to his mouth, inches away from experiencing his favorite cold-whether drink.
"Yuugi!" came a shout from downstairs. In a millisecond, the small boy groaned and looked mournfully at his drink, before setting it down and getting up, darting to the stairs.
"What is it, mom!" he called back, making his way downstairs and into the Kame Game Shop. As he disappeared from sight, Sugoroku turned to Yami and shifted to get more comfortable.
"So, that long story you were talking about..."
The prince got the hint and shook his head. "I think it'll have to wait for a time when we know each other better, if you don't mind,"
The old man nodded, getting the hint. "Ah, I understand." and with that, the subject was closed. "Would you like some more cocoa?"
Yami nodded, smiling gratefully at the other. "That I would, sir,"
And from there, Sugoroku taught Yami how to make his own cup, rather than letting someone else do it for him. Yami was elated at the new information, and the old Mutou was glad he didn't have to get up as much.
Several moments later, Yuugi came bounding back up the stairs, panting as if he'd had a workout. Happy, he sighed and grabbed his cup, about to finally get a taste of that wondrous drink he so loved... when suddenly, he blinked. Frowning, he held his hand over the tip of the mug, and then made quite a mournful noise. "Grampa!" he called, whining. "My chocolate's not hot anymore..." And with this, he sniffled, pouting.
Sugoroku laughed at his grandson, and told him to get up and come into the kitchen. "We'll fix that problem," he told him. Yuugi blinked again as he saw Yami having way too much fun putting the chocolate powder into the mug.
"Um..."
Yami looked up curiously. "What?" he asked, completely clueless.
Yuugi looked back at his grandfather who only shrugged and patted the small boy's shoulder. "I'll leave you to tell him, Yuugi,"
The smaller boy blinked up at his counterpart, the said being doing the same. "Um..." he muttered again, looking around. He finally walked forward, mug and all. "Yami, that's a lot of powder," he commented, looking down into the other's cup. It was almost completely full!
The prince just looked confused. "Is that a bad thing?" he asked, tilting his head.
Yuugi looked up at him, frowning, before he laughed slightly. "Oh, no... Not bad, to say...but just... That'll be really chocolately." And once more, he looked completely innocent, smiling up at his guest, large gray eyes shining.
Yami, in turn, couldn't help but smile back. "Well, if that's what makes this taste so divinely, then I think this should be plenty." Just as he said this, the teakettle began whistling, hot steam spraying out of the top.
The taller male gently turned the knob, which the old man had showed him turned off the... stove, was it called? Not that it mattered much, but... He lifted up the kettle and poured the scalding liquid into his mug, the powder soaking up most of it, and making it become quite clumpy. Grabbing a spoon, Yami started poking at the lumps, trying to get them to dissolve. He frowned, having no such luck. Yuugi watched all this, and then giggled, moving over to help the older boy, taking the spoon from his hands, and smacking at the lumps, smiling all the time.
Just then, a young woman walked in, magenta hair pooling around her face, and lively gray eyes taking in the scene before her. "Oh, hello you two. Hot chocolate, I presume?"
Both boys turned at the new voice, Yuugi smiling brighter. "Yup!" he replied, turning back to helping Yami, while the said male blinked and then bowed slightly. "Good evening Miss Mutou," he said respectfully.
The woman smiled and waved this off. "Oh, no need to be so formal, Yami, you make me feel old!" she laughed heartily at this, eyes twinkling. "Well, anyway," she continued, turned and looking her shoulder at the two. "I'm going to shower and then go to bed. Thanks for helping me with those boxes, Yuugi, by the way." And with this, she winked and then left the room completely.
Yami blushed slightly, blinking in slight confusion, while Yuugi snickered at him. "My mom's always been weird..." And once again, he returned to plopping the silverware down onto the chocolate.
The prince just nodded and turned back to watching him.
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Ryou sighed, pulling at him hair slightly. "...Ew." Blinking at his hand, he frowned and felt his hair again. He cringed. "Oily..." he observed. "I need a shower," With this said and done, he sighed again, looking over the couch, at Mariku who was raiding the refrigerator.
The pale boy shook his head, not having a clue where Bakura had gone... And this fact worried him. "I'm going to go take a shower, alright, Mariku?" he asked, making sure the tanned male heard him.
The blonde looked up, something indecipherable hanging from his mouth. After mumbling something, the violet-eyes Althasian went back to whatever he'd been doing.
Ryou just shrugged and got up, walking down the hallway, and making a turn at the bathroom. He was about to start undressing, when he realized he'd have to walk out in nothing but a towel right now... Se he turned right back around and continued down the hall, until he got to his room, which was dark, thanks to the lights not being on, and grabbed a set of bedclothes.
After he succeeded this, he pranced right back to the room he was in, and shut and locked the door. Hey, you could never be too careful!
Quickly, he began undressing, setting his clothes on the toilet seat, before stepping into the bathtub, and turning on the water to hot. He liked hot showers. They always soothed him so well...
Pulling up on the knob, causing the showerhead to turn on, Ryou stepped into the warm spray. Oh, it felt so good... Sighing for the third time, he began lathering his hair with his favorite strawberry shampoo.
'Okay, so maybe tonight isn't so bad...'
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Meanwhile, Mariku was looking for his lil' buddy--Princess. He'd looked everywhere! Well, all except for that one room, which Ryou had disappeared in... Blinking, he decided that would be a good place to look next.
He slunk up to the door, shaking the door handle, but having no success in opening it. A frown crosses his face and he looked around, finding a funny-looking silver-metal twirly thingy lying on the ground. This caused the insane one to grin, and pick it up, pulling at it, and then, out of his spur-of-the-moment decision, he jabbed it in-between the doorframe and door. Suddenly, there was a click, and he blinked, twisting the knob once more, this time gaining access to the 'forbidden room.'
He peeked his head in, face scrunching up at the steam, which caused his nose to begin to run. He sneezed, which in turn, gained a scream from behind the curtain. Ryou's head shot out from behind the said thing, face incredibly red. "Get out!" he shrieked, throwing a white, solid object, aimed at Mariku's head. The tanned male ducked the soap and looked mournfully at the smaller boy.
"What has Mariku done wrong?" he asked, looking hurt.
This made Ryou falter, and gawk. "I...I'm taking a shower!" he gasped, like it was common knowledge, face now much more scarlet than before. "You--You don't just...come in when someone's taking a shower! That's why the door was locked,--" He trailed off from there, eyes widening. "How did you get the door open?" he asked, looking irritated now.
Mariku smiled happily, and held up the thin metal swirl he'd distorted. "Mariku found this! He just stuck it in, and the door came open!"
The pale boy's left eye started twitching up, seeing the paperclip in the other's grasp. "Just get out, before I hurt you," he glared, then threw the curtain closed once more.
The taller male whined deep in his throat and continued to do so, until he was completely out of the room. The green-eyed boy had been waiting until he heard the door click before letting out his breath and going back to rinsing out his hair, his face still glowing a faint pink. "How embarrassing..."
It was then he wondered how he'd ever get through the night, if one was bad enough. He had two on his hands, plus the cat, made three!
'Oh, whatever deity out there that's listening, please save me...!'
.:Chapter end:.
Well, I almost hit 2,000 words there... heh... Anyways... Hope you enjoyed this chapter! But I do wanna say... the relationships prolly won't be happening for a while... heh... I'm trying not to make this move TOO awful fast... And thanks again to everyone who reviewed! Those are what inspire me to write! I love you all! XD
-Cecilia