I DO NOT OWN YUGIOH
A few hours and they were still inside the club. Malik and Joey had long passed disappeared into the noisy crowd and Bakura stayed at his seat on the one of the couches, only moving to refill his drink. As for Yami, he stayed standing next to the couch Bakura was on with no conversation passing between them. People would look over at Yami with a wanting look in their eyes, some even came over and asked if he wanted to dance, but he turned down all of them. He really wanted to leave this place. The pounding music was starting to give him a headache and anxiety grew in his stomach every minute longer they stayed. The feeling wasn't too bad but he felt out of place and the looming feeling that something might happen was contently crossing his mind.
Bakura glanced over at his stiff stance.
"Yami relax. I would offer you a drink to help but..."
"It's fine, but thanks for trying."
"I know you don't have to, but would it kill you to walk from one side of the club and back? You've been in that same stance the entire time!"
Yami looked over the moving crowd to the opposite wall. Maybe he should. It's just going over and coming back, nothing bad could- scratch that. Something bad always happens. A voice in his head was screaming at him to stay and not risk anything happening. So why was a small voice telling him that he should? It was small and almost drowned out by the other but he could hear it telling him to go.
Yami sighed "Fine."
Walking away from his spot felt like walking into the line of fire in a war. His eyes kept darting from left to fight as he journeyed into the sea of people. Some bumped into him as he made his way past and other tried to engage him in the dance. Over the years he did think that he was overreacting to that one night but he decided that was wasn't. He had let himself get drunk and he passed his boundaries with a stranger. Many of his personal rules were broken all because he made a stupid decision. He was halfway through the crowd when all the lights went out and a booming voice stopped him from moving.
"Aaaaalright. You know what time!" the DJ announced making the crowd go wild.
"Yeah you know. Time for the spotlight to pick our first lucky someone!"
A spotlight flickered on in the dark room. It illuminated the people it passed over as it moved over the crowd, search for that one person. Yami felt the anxiousness roll off everyone and build in the air making it harder to breath. That one voice in his head told him to run and get out of the crowd but his legs suddenly turned to lead. Why couldn't he move? Was he waiting for the light to stop? Soon the light slowed and slowed and slowed until it stopped. The light glaring Yami in the eyes.
"Looks like we've got ourselves a newcomer!" The DJ announced as the crowd pushed Yami onto the stage.
"Let me explain what you were so lucky to get chosen for. This is our way of getting people to get to know each other in our version of Seven Minutes In Heaven. The only thing that's different is that we extended it to 15 minutes."
Yamis stomach dropped as the DJ lead him into a back room beside the stage. Looking over his shoulder, he caught a glimpse of Bakura who looked like he was being yelled at by Malik and Joey. Once inside, the DJ left the room and closed the door.
The medium sized room held a floor-to-ceiling tall, pink and purple lava lamp the only light in dim lighting made the room cozier and gave the illusion that is was smaller then it really was. The floor was still black with dark glass embedded in it so they can reflect the light. The walls were a deep red that carried onto the ceiling. Around the walls was about a foot or so of floor before it stepped down in the middle where the furniture sat. A dark purple love seat sat in the back left corner of the step down and a long maroon colored couch with only one armrest sat along the right side of the step down. A glass table fit in the center and a black draw fit at the end of the couch. Yami could only guess what was in it's one draw by the stains that they tried to hid on the couch. A lingering smell or cinnamon tried to cover up what would normally happen in this room.
"Now it's time for our second pick!"
Once again, the room went silent as the spot light searched for it's next victim. When it stopped for the second time, many gasped at the pick and the air changed.
"Well uh... you know the rules... no backing out once you've been chosen" The DJ tried to lighten the mood but the uneasiness in his voiced failed the task.
Yami could hear the crowd shuffle out of the way so the person could walk to the stage.
"Did you see the first person picked?"
"No."
From the small voice, Yami could tell that it was a male but it was the voice that made him listen closer. It sounded familiar but he couldn't tell from where. In a way, that one word put a spell on him. He felt like he could listen to the voice for hours and not get enough.
"Great! Now the other person has a chance to live!" the crowd laughed at the comment, "Before you go in, let's put on this blindfold just in case."
Footsteps came closer and the door opened. A blindfolded person took a step forward so the door could close behind him. The two stood there, unmoving, even as the music and clatter of the club kicked up again.
"Hello." the person greeted
"Hey."
"Do you mind if I ask if your drunk?"
"No, I'm not." Yami answered as he stepped closer
"Good because I've had my fair share of drunks and- what are you doing?"
Yami had taken a hold of the figures wrist and lead him down the steps without taking his eyes off him. He hadn't noticed what he was doing as his mind was somewhere else, completely focused on this new person. The new person had hair similar to his minus the extra blonde and had amethyst tips instead of crimson. Their skins were both pale but the others was softer to his touch. This made his mind wander to what his eyes were so they matched his looks.
"Hey!" the other shouted
"S-sorry." Yami apologized as he was brought out of his trance.
"Any particular reason why your still holding my wrist?"
Yami looked down and noticed that he was still holding the others wrist but the man wasn't pulling away. He noticed that the purple love seat was just a step away and smirked. Something in Yamis mind switched off letting his mind fog under a different control. He closed the remaining steps and sat down in the small couch, dragging the other down into his lap. It felt as if a puzzle piece clicked together as he wrapped an arm around the strangers waist.
"You better not try anything." the other growled in warning
"Don't worry, I won't" Just thought that we should probably sit down instead of stand for the 15 minutes."
"I can sit by myself." he mumbled but made no move to leave. In truth, it felt nice for this man to hold him. Almost... right.
Yami laughed "Any reason why you have a blind fold on?"
"It's mainly so I don't rat you out."
"To who?"
"Let's just say... I have connections with people that you don't want to mess with."
Yami smirked and held the body closer. He could fell the others chest as it rose and fell with his even breathing. The others head rested on his chest and he listened to Yamis heart beat underneath him. Past the feeling that their bodies fit perfectly, they both felt as if this happened before. Yami let his hands wander up the clothed back and into the soft hair. His figures combed through the locks a bit before stopping at the not of the blind fold.
"Can I take this off?"
"Considering that you are already in trouble for touching me, I wouldn't."
"I'm guessing that you're part of a gang?"
"It's not like I want to."
He let his hand fall back to it's place on the others back.
"Everyone can choose if they want to be in one."
A laugh,"Not me. I can't leave, no matter how badly I want to." He mumbled the last part and snuggled closer into Yamis chest.
"Do we want to tell each other our names?" Yami suggested
"Ha! Why don't we give each other names? I'll base yours off your voice. How about... Sexy?"
"Beautiful?" The others face turned red making Yami smirk.
"M-maybe not."
"Ooooh, but you look cute when you blush." the blush darkened
"Yugi."
"What?"
"My names Yugi." Yugi explained as he tried to hide his blush in Yamis shoulder.
Yugi? As in Yugi Motou? So this was who Bakura was taking about.
"My name is-"
"Don't" Yugi cut in quickly,"Don't tell me."
The two stayed there in silence. Minutes passed without a word being spoken with the sounds on the other side of the door the only filler to the silence. Yami starred down at Yugi. He couldn't shake the feeling that he knew him and the answer eluded him every time he thought he knew from where. He was actually enjoying holding Yugi. It made him feel happy and complete in a way. Yugi had similar thoughts to Yamis. He remembered this smooth, baritone voice but it was so lost in his memory that he could pin point the why it was familiar. None the less, he was enjoying being in this mans arms. Wait.
Yugi pushed off Yami but no off his lap. He didn't know Yami and he was getting too close for comfort. He was already going to kill Yugi for coming to the club and he most definitely didn't need another reason to-
A knock on the door made both jump.
"Hey guys, 15 minutes are up. You can leave when ever you guys are finished." the DJ's voice carried over the music and into the room before he walked away from the door.
Yugi crawled off of Yamis lap and stood next to the love seat so Yami could get refused to take his blindfold off and allowed Yami to lead him to the door.
"You leave first and after awhile I'll take off the blindfold and leave." Yugi explained as Yami let go
Yami nodded and when he remembered that Yugi couldn't see it said okay. Why Yugi wouldn't just take off the blindfold confused him but he knew it was for a good cause. He opened the door and looked back at Yugi. Yami knew he more then likely wasn't going to see him again and that made him sad. Looking forward again, he closed the door and made his way to the crowd. As soon as he was consumed in the crowd of people something switched back on in Yamis head and that strong voiced yelled at him. What had just happened back there finally caught up with Yami and his eyes widened. Again, again, he had crossed over lines with a stranger and this time he wasn't drunk! Bleary images of that one night filled Yamis mind and his body went to auto-pilot.
"Yami! Are ya okay?"Joey asked when he got close to them. Joey noted the distant look in Yamis eyes.
"Can we go now?" Yami shot at them
The three looked at each other before nodding.
(Koobre: Sorry for skipping an update. The internet was being mean and I couldn't upload. BY THE WAY, I need your help. Can you tell me some things that you want Yugi and Yami to do or things that you want to see. If I use your idea, I will give you credit, so don't worry. Thank you. Please Review)