Let the story resume.
While Yusei went about his morning routine, he could still hear Akiza's playful words buzzing around inside his head. With Jack already out for who knows how long and Crow earning his "9 to 5," it was just the two of them.
"And maybe I'll do the same," her words chimed in his mind while prepping a pile of egg-based poppers for breakfast. While the microwave whirred in the background, the mechanic turned his head to where Akiza grabbed part of his butt. Was she just flirting with him or perhaps passing forth sexual advances?
"She is tempting, I'll give her that," Yusei thought silently while the microwave signaled it was done. He set the steaming plate on the table to cool, lightly seasoned the poppers, and went back to see if Akiza was ready. When he looked down at her, the dancer was back in her loosely-fitting Hard Rock t-shirt and straightening her hair out with one of those of curling irons. Plus, she was whistling an unrecognizable but upbeat tune.
"Um, Akiza?" the guy knocked to grab her attention.
"Hey, you," she flirted back, batting her eyelashes at him. "Just straightening out the mess that is my hair…" She shook her head in order to cool down and fluff the ironed hair.
"So I see," Yusei confirmed, scratching the back of his head to hide his gazing at her. "If you're hungry, I made us some egg poppers."
"Ooh, marvelous," the dancer tittered. "What are they?" She set her iron down and hopped up to join Yusei.
"They're bits of scrambled eggs rolled up, filled with different bits of meat and vegetables, breaded and deep-fried."
"Delicious," Akiza commented as she and Yusei treaded up the stairs, side-by-side, to get their fill. "Where are the other guys, by the way?"
"Jack's off wreaking havoc somewhere and Crow's most likely working," the mechanic spelled out. "So it's just you and me today, barring a work order coming my way."
"I like the sound of that," she lightly cackled, not seeing that Yusei had pulled a chair for her. "How 'bout that: good looking and a gentleman. I'm impressed."
"I don't know about good looking," Yusei tried to deny while pushing Akiza close to the table. "And as for the gentleman thing, I'm just trying to the ever-helping guy my foster mother pegs me to be."
"Foster mother?" the dancer repeated as a question.
"What Jack never told you was that the three of us were raised in an orphanage as kids," Yusei explained.
"That's so sad," she sympathized, taking a bite of an egg popper. "What's your story?"
"There isn't much to tell," the mechanic lamented deeply. "What there is to tell just hurts thinking about."
"You can tell me," Akiza offered, reaching across the table and covering Yusei's hands with hers. "It's just us here."
"Very well," he sighed. "I don't know much about my parents right off the bat. I don't even know what they look like. Martha told me she found me on her doorstep as an infant."
"Were you able to find anything about them?" the dancer inquired eager to know.
"I have an indirect connection to the Zero Reverse accident that separated the city and Satellite ages ago," the marked duelist revealed. "The first Ener-D reactor my father designed and chartered had a meltdown. I can only imagine he did all he could in order to prevent it from happening."
"Who would've thought that under that kind and handsome exterior would be a boy that wants nothing more than to learn about where he came from," Akiza mentally compiled.
"That's all I know," Yusei sighed, looking down. The dancer got up, walked behind him, hugged him from behind, and laid her head on his left shoulder.
"You are undoubtedly one of the strongest, if not the strongest, souls I've ever known," she confessed. "I always thought the girls and I at the club had it hard, having to turn our backs on our family and values in order to make a living, but then this comes up. I'm not going to forget what you told me just now. You're giving me a home and I should give you the moral support you never got as a kid."
"Well, I'm not sure if that—hang on," Yusei derailed, looking down at his beeper. "Looks like I have a job to do."
"You go out there and make a living," Akiza urged him. "I'll be here when you get back." The mechanic stood up and strolled down to set out wherever he was needed.
"He's doing all he can to make sure others have an emotionally satisfying life, including me," the dancer pondered. "He's also nice to look at." She came to a sudden conclusion that she hadn't showered yet and bounced off to scrub herself clean. (Male readers, imagine it how you want.)
While Yusei was out completing his work order and Akiza showered, Crow rolled in through the garage, having got off work early.
"Yo guys, I'm h—where's Yusei's ride?" the multi-marked duelist wondered aloud before hearing the sound of running water. Crow hypothesized (correctly) that it must be Akiza in the shower when he got back.
"This is perfect," the Blackwing duelist said through his teeth while retrieving a nearby video camera and rushing to find Akiza. When he came up to the closed bathroom door, Crow quietly kneeled down, turned the camera on, and popped part of the lock off the door so that he could see inside. The display screen showed Akiza's silhouette against the shower curtain.
"That's it baby, that's the stuff," the amateur camera guy whispered, trying to hold a perfect shot. Suddenly, the water stopped running and the dancer stepped in all her natural glory, fully nude, unaware she was being watched.
"Money, money, money," he sang quietly, heightening the pitch at the end. Akiza thoroughly ran a towel over her hair and shaking it dry when there wasn't any water dripping down. She dried the rest of her body in the same style; while Crow made sure she remained in focus and in the shot.
"Those things are bigger than I thought," he wondered to himself before the dancer wrapped herself in her robe and tended to her makeup.
"I got what I need," Crow snickered, turning the camera off and slinking away.
How's that for a twist: video voyeurism by Crow? I hope it threw you all for a loop and satisfied those looking for something erotic in this story. As for what Yusei told Akiza, we'll just say she assumes that his parents are no longer living. Spread the word on this story: more readers are always welcome. Review if you choose.