Hey there everyone! It's summer and I hope Yugi had a great birthday. I may update after this sometime over the weekend, I may not. I'm going to camp in four days so we'll see. Writing camp! Anywho, thanks a lot for your patience and here's chapter two! Ooh, I'm watching Rent. ...Focus! lol

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"That's great! Stay right there!"

A quick bright light flashed through the room and Yugi lowered his camera. He smiled at the woman on the red couch infront of the blackground. She wore a blue striped bikini and had short brown, wavy hair.

"Okay, you wanna sit on the floor, rest your arms on the couch and throw your hair back. Maybe we can get a picture from the top of that ladder," Yugi directed.

The woman did as she was told.

"You want my mouth open?" she asked.

Yugi shook his head. "No, not this time."

Yugi walked over to his briefcase and rustled through his equipment.

He'd been a photographer since getting out of college. Though his town was small, it had enough good jobs to keep many people around. Mostly, it was a bohemia, especially the humble internet photographer. Yugi was the head of that department due to his education. Most of the people in his little hometown didn't bother to go to college unless they were truly dedicated to their art. Sure, it wasn't Vienna, Austria for the artists around, but it was home to Yugi.

He'd grown up here. And that was enough to keep him there. His parents had been writers themselves. Yugi had grown up doing the visual art with his parents backing him up by making sure that he had a place at the local newspaper his father worked for. Photography became his life as he carried a camera to school every. He eventually made a slide show of high school life when he was 17. He sent it to a national contest and ended up getting second place. A year later, one of the young judges called him and met him at Yugi's favorite restrant. The man, Seto, was very kind and loving and Yugi soon found himself on a plane to New York with him.

They lived together for a year. Yugi had never told his parents where he was. They had always believed in finding the inner meaning of things and experimenting with the world to find your place. To Yugi, the year went by quickly, then it dragged on.

Seto had started out in his loving way, showing Yugi around the city and keeping him company at night. But eventually, he ignored Yugi and snapped at him anytime he wanted anything. Eventually, his yelling became light smacking, then all out hitting. Yugi quickly gathered up his things and returned home.

Things had changed when he got back. The town was smaller as far as population. And to his horror, he found that his parents had died in a car crash. A childhood friend, Joey, took him in and they became roomates. Joey was a painter and a drawer. He considered his girlfriend, Mai, to be his muse. Yugi's only muse was anyone who happened to come in and pose for his website which consisted mainly of nude photos and some landscapes. Yugi got his income from the site and any magazines he sent his work to.

Yugi didn't mind not having a significant other for a muse. Hell, he was through with love. After his first boyfriend betrayed him, he figured trying girls would be useless. Girls wanted men with money and looks. Sure, Yugi was adorable with his petite figure and gorgeous amethyst eyes, but he had the looks of a gay man more with his childish looks. He didn't mind that, because he was. It was part of the free expression he believed in. His looks were a part of that. And that newcomer, Yami...

Yugi frowned when his thoughts turned to him. How dare he look like him and act as if they were automatically an object. He didn't even know him! To Yugi, he was a nusance who was hopefully only passing by on a ride to wherever. A...hot nusance actually. Okay, so they didn't look exactly alike. Yami had crimson eyes that were more narrow than Yugi's. He was also taller and had a pretty buff body. Yugi shook the images out of his head. It was next to impossible though. As a visual artist, taking mental pictures was a habit that was automatic.

And the more Yugi pictured the stranger, the more he mentally drooled. He growled out of frustration and he wiped off his lens.

Stop that Muto! You're in out of your head! This is stupid thinking about a troublemaker who could be worse than Seto! he yelled to himself in his head.

He smiled at his client and put aside his daydreams of the stranger. He climbed the ladder and angled the camera in just the right way.

"Mr. Muto?"

Yugi grunted. "What?"

The man at the door paused. "I"m sorry to disturb you, but there's a visitor for you who won't go away."

"Couldn't you tell him I'm busy?" Yugi asked as the clicking of the camera persisted.

"I did, but he still refuses to leave."

"Got a name?"

"I think he said, Yami?"

Yugi's eyes shot open and he looked up from his camera.

Good Lord, what's he thinking? Yugi screamed in his head. Then he found himself decending the ladder. What the Hell am I thinking...?

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There it is! I actually have a plot in mind now! At first, I had no clue how to go on past chapter 3. Now I do! Hopefully I'll get more inspiration at camp. Please review! Thanks as always! Here's some of Yugi's b-day cake for the reviewers!