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Title: An Artisans Craft
Chapter: 3

Ch. 3 Hero Worship

Amethyst eyes blinked in shock. Once. Twice. Three times. He could faintly hear Yami and his friend bantering playfully in the background, but all he could concentrate on was this stranger before him... Well... He didn't look like a stranger. But what did Yami say his name was? He was sure that he heard it being mentioned... 'Starts with a B... Ba-... Ba-... Bakura? Yah, his name is Bakura... No one I know then...'

He was tall. Probably close to 6 feet. Lightly tanned skin, strong arms, and a lean torso was hidden by a white oxford shirt that was rolled up to the elbows. Grubby looking jeans covered lean legs, and a dirty white apron, with a notebook stuck in one of the pockets, hung around his trim waist. But the most shocking thing was his hair. White hair, with black streaks, was tied messily back in a pony tail, with a few strands framing his angular face. Brown eyes, narrowed in annoyance at the moment, were hard, but had a slight mischievous glint in them. He couldn't help but feel confused. 'Why did he-'

His thoughts were abruptly cut off when he felt Yami drag him towards a booth by the windows. Sitting down, Yuugi tore his thoughts away from the strangely familiar looking waiter and surveyed his surroundings. They were sitting in a booth that was right next to the entrance. While they were sitting slightly in the corner, they still had a nice view of several tables, the kitchen, and an old-fashion juke box that sat slightly away from everything. Outside the window, he could make out the local park, which was filled with families, couples, and some kids running around. He could feel himself relax, as the stress of his several projects seeped away, and the good company he was having un-knotted the tension that was bunched up in his shoulders.

"Feel better?"

Snapping his head up, Yuugi bashfully met the eyes of his 'savior'. Chuckling, he couldn't help but relax more, as he sat in this unknown diner with his client. "Yes actually. I was getting really stressed with all of these projects due in a few months." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, peering at his companion through lowered eyelashes.

Grinning, Yami couldn't stop thinking about how adorable Yuugi was. Waving away the gratitude spilling out of the little one's mouth, he picked up one of the menu's instead and passed it across the table. "Welcome to Stardust. My favorite diner, only because it's close to home and it has all-day breakfasts," he said cheekily and winked. "I recommend either the burger and fries, or something from the breakfast section. I, myself, almost always get the same thing."

Opening the menu, Yuugi couldn't help but smile too. "What do you always get then?" he asked lightly.

Resting his face on his propped up hand, he watched the other man skim through the plastic book. "Either the Traditional Eggs Benedict, or the cheeseburger with fries. For today, I think I'll choose the cheeseburger."

Nodding to himself, Yuugi mentally marveled at the wide selection of food. Although he was typical to hamburgers himself, he couldn't help but look through the salads, soups, breakfast foods, and desserts too. Tapping his bottom lip in thought, he finally decided out loud that he was going to get the same thing.

Ordering their burgers and strawberry milkshakes, they both settled down comfortably, starting a light-hearted conversation.

"So Yami, how do you know that other guy? His name was... Uhh... Bakura? Wasn't it?"

"Hmm? Oh, him? Yah, I've known him for a while now. Met up in high school. When I decided to go to university, he decided to work instead. I believe his exact words were: 'I already went to school. I fucking don't want to go again.'" Chuckling in mirth, Yami stealthily looked around, making sure the subject of their conversation wasn't in site.

Yuugi giggled, but then stopped. "Wait. University? How old are you? And what are you taking?" Blushing instantly, he hastened to add, "I- I mean. Y-You d-don't have to an-answer that i-if you don't w-want to!"

Surprised melted into a warm smile, as Yami shook his head and chuckled. "It's okay little one. In order of your questions: yes. 20. Art, Photography, and next semester I'm thinking of taking Ancient Egyptian History," he answered with a wink.

Yuugi grinned too, and quipped, "Aww, you don't like my history lessons?"

Raising an eyebrow, Yami smirked and resisted the urge to say anything dirty. "Well, I don't need a lesson in history. I might need a lesson in French though," he said, saucily winking. 'Damn, no self-control. Hmm... I didn't know people could blush that shade of red...' Laughing out loud, he couldn't help but laugh harder when Yuugi stuck his tongue out childishly, in answer. "Sorry. That's the effect of hanging out with my friends too long. Dirty minds," he grinned innocently.

Rolling his eyes, Yuugi couldn't help but laugh. They were still chuckling when a female waiter placed their food and drinks on the table.

Inhaling the smell of delicious hamburgers, Yuugi was about to dig in, when he heard someone cough subtly to his right. Lifting his eyes in confusion, all he saw was a young boy clutching a notebook and pen to his chest. Taking in the nervous glint in his eyes, the notebook, and the young roundness of the boys face, Yuugi sighed and awkwardly put a smile on his face.

"Can I help you?" he asked politely.

"Are you Yuugi Motou?" the little boy ask, nervously twisting his fingers together.

"Yes... And you are?"

"Oh my god! You're really him!" Jumping in excitement, he kept staring, which was slightly unnerving... And drawing everyone else's attention. "Oh man, I can't believe I would run into you here! Oh my god!" Getting over his excitement, the boy grinned widely and stuck out his notebook and pen. "My name is Kiyoshi McAdams. I'm your number one fan! Can I have your autograph?"

Blushing in embarrassment, Yuugi quickly took the offered materials, scribbled his name, and handed it back. Staring down at the table in mortification, he faintly heard Kiyoshi run off, thanking him. 'Oh man... Why me?'

Hearing a faint snort, he raised his amethyst eyes to look at Yami... Who was vainly trying not to laugh. Looking shocked, then pouting, Yuugi couldn't help but blush – again.

"What was that... that... Hero worship?" Yami got out, before he started laughing uproariously.

Rolling his eyes, Yuugi internally sighed and got ready for a long explanation. 'Like I said. Why me?'

Tbc...
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