Hello, My Name's Kamijo Tatsuhisa, and I'll Be Your Waiter (or "My Waiter Is Yashiro Taku")
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Yu-Gi-Oh! SEVENS series.
Pairings: Pre-slash Yuga x Luke. Referenced past Luke x Swirls.
Summary:
Where Yuga is the one who's well-off, just trying to get by unnoticed, and Luke is the one working to make a living on a pizza and pasta joint salary.
"Hello! My name's Kamijo Tatsuhisa, and I'll be your waiter this evening!"
His customer ducked and scratched his hair, apparently attempting to shrink and not be seen. A rather impossible undertaking in his waiter's eyes, considering the customer was covering his with a thick set of sunglasses that did the opposite. In a minimally lit restaurant and bar, no less!
Oh. Another weirdo. Why do I always get 'em? Why doesn't Romin?
"The pizza's very good," he suggested. "The pizza's very good."
"That good?"
"There's a reason I said it twice."
"I'll take it. And can I get a screwdriver?"
"I'm gonna have to see some ID."
"Is that a knock at me being short?"
"Not at all, sir. I have to ask."
The customer beeped his Duel Disk on the scanner, copying the exact face and pose he had in his ID card's photo.
Ohdo Yuga… His waiter turned red like Yuga's jacket.
Yuga didn't blink.
He's cute...and he's my age!
"Ahem."
"I'll be back with your screwdriver!" The waiter shuffled off in a rush.
When the waiter returned, Yuga was scribbling a picture on his napkin. The waiter got a little snoopy and peeked at what Yuga was drawing, hunching forward over the table.
"These are top secret."
"S-sorry, sir. Here's your drink." His waiter stiffened up.
Yuga eyed him, his sunglasses dropping under the ridge of his nose.
No tip was the least of Tatsuhisa's worries.
"It's my Road."
"Your Road?"
"What I call my inventions."
"You're an inventor, uh, sir?"
Yuga removed his sunglasses. "You really don't know who I am, do you?"
"You're a stranger to me!" his waiter blurted out.
"Thanks." Yuga took it as a compliment. "Tatsuhisa?"
"Luke's fine."
"Pardon?"
"Luke's fine."
There was a reason he said it twice.
"Psst! Luke! Hey, Luke!" Romin waved.
"I think your co-worker wants you."
"Wants to chew me up and spit me out like Dogoran, maybe! Excuse me."
Romin tapped a finger on her elbow, unimpressed at Luke's behaviour and quiet all of a sudden.
"What is it, Romin? I don't know if it's your temper melting the ice in the ice water, or if you're trying to freeze me out!"
"No unprofessional conduct with the customers, Luke! Gakuto's already wrapped himself in knots disputing the notice we received from the health department after Nanahoshi Nanaho planted a ladybug in her side dish and called the health inspector on us! We're one complaint from Goha shutting us down!"
"Tell the boss he can calm down. If it comes to that, I'll visit Swirls."
"Gakuto? Calm down? And your bright idea is to go begging to Swirls? You two didn't exactly split up on the friendliest of terms! Refresh my memory: Didn't he say he wishes he could erase you from his memory?"
"Enough of the past! That guy over there? His name is Yuga too! It's a sign! I'm destined to obtain happiness with a Yuga!"
"It's a coincidence, Luke! Plenty of guys are named Yuga!"
"The souvenir shop at Goha Land begs to differ! They don't even stock refrigerator magnets with their owner's name on them! How crazy is that?"
Luke was back later with Yuga's pizza.
"Are you famous or something?"
"My family is."
"Your family?"
"Ohdo Gear Company."
"Ohdo Gear Company? THE ULTRA FAMOUS OGC?"
Normally, Yuga wouldn't get candid regarding his upbringing. But the comical expressions Luke was churning out had Yuga giggling in response. Especially since the name Ohdo didn't ring a bell for Luke until Yuga spelled out his relation.
"What's the son of OGC doing in a place like this?"
"I ran away."
"Y-you ran away? Gimme a solemn warning! Is OGC going to put a hit out on me for talking to you?"
"Okay, 'ran away' was too strong. 'Snuck off,' more like. But please stop."
"Stop what?"
"Treat me how you treated me before. Like I'm any other customer!"
"But you're NOT any other customer!" Luke said, perhaps too loudly, as Romin immediately grrarred at him to shut it because he was upsetting said other customers around him.
"Crunching numbers somewhere while machines produce endless copies of company-approved gears coming off an assembly line…OGC isn't for me! I'm concentrating on my passion! Creating and building Roads!"
"That's…amazing."
"Amazing?"
"Yeah! You're amazing for not letting anyone control you and telling you what's what!"
A plate of spaghetti arrabbiata, two forks, and a knife flew by Luke's head, courtesy of Romin.
Now who was making a racket?
"I better get outta your hair. Otherwise, I have a feeling tomato paste isn't the only thing red that'll be spilled tonight." Yuga finished his pizza as fast as he could, drank half his screwdriver, and held out his Duel Disk again.
"Your money's no good here."
"Huh?"
"I mean I'll pay for your meal! It's on the house!"
"No, you won't! I don't want you to starve, Luke!" Yuga paid in full plus tip.
Luke walked Yuga to the front.
"H-how do you –?" Yuga was hopeless with the umbrella rack. He'd rotated the mechanism to match the number combination he chose prior to sitting down, but the lock wasn't unlocking.
"Here. Allow me." Luke pulled the umbrella strap through the lock. "You just have to pull it through."
Yuga coughed, punching himself the inventor in him couldn't handle an umbrella rack.
It was the wealth gap.
It was the wealth gap.
"Nice inventorial skills, Yuga!"
"That's not what 'inventorial' means."
"Hahaha, when can I see you again?"
Yuga tilted his head sideways. "Uh…"
"Uh…Sorry. That sounded stalker-y."
"I'll come by tomorrow, Luke."
"YOU WILL? T-tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow."
"YOU PROMISE?"
"I said it twice, Luke."