yami: another fic? onna, you are insane. or stupid. *hesitates a moment
* you're both.
^____^ yupp, i know!! and i don't have anything particular to say, so...on with the fic!!
yami: what about the disclaimer, warnings, etc?
*shrugs * don't know, don't care
yugi: *sighs * i'll do them.
yugi: disclaimer: oni does NOT own ygo nor anything associated with it. some brilliant Japanese guy who is rolling in the dough does. not her. will repeat; she does NOT own. this disclaimer stands for the entire story.
warnings: contains shounen-ai!! yes, boyz lovin boiz. so, as oni says, don't like; get lost. pairings: yami /yugi and the other usual ones. maybe some violence and swear words, and the rating just to be safe.
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KISS OF A ROSE
chapter one: Shattered Dreams
Yugi stood on his tip toes, reaching up with his small fingers to hang his coat up. Why did the lockers have to be so big? Or him so small? Finally succeeding, he leaned against his locker, resting for a moment with his eyes closed before he gathered his books. They were supposed to go on the top shelf, but there was no way in hell he could reach that far up without a stepstool.
He sighed, glad it was Friday. He was hoping to try and convince Yami to take him to the movies. Although he knew it wouldn't be an official date, he could at least pretend it was. He had fallen head over heels in love with the dark spirit, but he was too afraid to tell him. He was afraid to damage the relationship he had with him. He was the only one Yugi had left; all of their other friends had been extremely busy and preoccupied. If Yugi drove Yami away, then he'd be alone again. He shuddered; having known friendship and love, Yugi could never go back to the way it had been just a year ago, before Yami. He knew he'd never survive that hell again, not when he knew what it was like to have people who cared about you. Even if they didn't have time for you anymore.
Tristan had recently bought a new motorcycle, this one imported from Japan. The motorcycle was brand new, just out on the market, and with the importing expenses, the bill was through the roof. Why Tristan just didn't buy a good, American made Harley Davidson was beyond him, although Yugi didn't know much about bikes. He supposed it was because an American made hog would be too heavy for him to hold up. Yami had a Japanese bike as well, but his was not imported, nor brand new, yet it was still sleek and shiny, well cared for. (Yes, it's true; Harley Davidsons are bigger, louder and heavier then the foreign ones. A lot better, too! ^_^) Tristan was working two jobs to cover the humongous bill; one at an underage nightclub as a bouncer in addition to his old one at the arcade.
Joey had been busy with problems in his family. His father was finally in court for child neglect, not paying child support for Serenity, and a few other problems caused by his drinking. His mother and Serenity had moved back to Japan, Serenity had undergone her eye operation and was recovering, and their mother was fighting their father for legal custody of Joey. She had set up a job for herself, but her budget was stretched thin trying to cover all the expenses of moving, buying a new house, the lawyers, and the hospital bill. Joey took an after school job to help out, but he was bouncing between homes, trying to sneak his stuff into his mother's house, occasionally staying there, but also still being held back by the legal system in his father's house. All in all, his life was a mess.
Yugi hadn't seen Seto since he'd broken up with Joey, which was a while ago. The young CEO was busy with his company and expanding markets, and any little, rare free time he had was spent under the sheets with Isis, Joey's replacement. How the two, with their busy schedules, ever found any over lapping free time was a mystery to Yugi, but, well, for sex, they pretty much made their free time. Seto, knowing how neglectful he'd been of Mokuba and wanting his brother to have the best, had sent him away to a boarding school.
Mai was away in Paris; her modeling career had finally taken off. She was the bad girl of Vogue and Playboy. She occasionally did write to keep in touch, but her spare time was few and far between; she was living the lime life, and she loved it.
Ryou's life was dictated by Bakura. The yami was never abusive toward the frail boy, but he shared mutual hatred with the pharaoh, and he was always busy scheming with Malik. They hadn't had any run-ins with the local law enforcement, but they weren't exactly squeaky clean, either. Ryou, shy and submissive as he was, merely went along with his yami's vindictive nature. He didn't participate, but he wasn't overly objecting, either. He was usually either at his house, alone as Bakura and Malik went about their nocturnal escapades, or at the Ishtar house, with Bakura and Malik as they plotted. Staying next to his yami's side protected him from bullies, when they were on the street, and it also saved him from his yami's wrath, if he consorted with the "pharaoh's friends." It was rare for him to see his father, and the sensitive boy clung to family wherever he could get it. Which was at his yami's side.
And Tea......she was practicing her dancing nightly, after work and school for hours on end. She was in a competition for a dancing scholarship at a private, expensive dancing school in New York. If she won this, and got her dream, she could end up in Europe, in Vienna, dancing ballet in some of the finest, upscale theaters in the world, catering to the rich. She could become a ballet star if she got the opportunity to study at that school.
Yugi was getting used to, and enjoying, it just being him and his Yami. Yami seemed content as well, which made Yugi's heart flutter and butterflies dance in his stomach. He loved Yami; he really, truly did. And he was hoping that Yami really did return his feelings, and it wasn't just his imagination playing tricks on him. They had grown far more intimate in the past months spent solely in each other's company. There was an upcoming school dance, the semi-formal, and Yugi was silently hoping that Yami would ask him.
Yugi had never been to a dance before, even though he had asked a few people out, and had been met with rejection, which had been delivered with cruel malice. A simple no thank you, I'm not interested was alright. But to be given a very long list of all his short comings (no pun intended.....well......*snickers* yeah, there is!! yugi: *crying * you're mean) just tore his big, delicate heart apart. Which was why he would not ask Yami. The look of disgust on Yami's face would shatter him completely; he'd never loved anyone as he did Yami, and they were so close already. Not only would he be met with a sneer of disgust, he would drive away the only person he had left.
Brushing away two stray tears, Yugi reminded himself of how he'd caught Yami staring at him intently numerous times, how Yami always sat closer to him than usual, close enough to invade his private space, and how Yami was always 'accidentally' bumping or brushing up against him.
Yugi blushed and smiled to himself. If he was ever going to get asked to a dance, if he ever had a chance at finding love, this was it. He wished and prayed that Yami felt the same, that it was finally *his * turn to be loved.
The little one bent down and picked up his pile of thick books for his afternoon classes. Why did schools use such thick books when they only got through about half of the material in them? He shut his locker with his foot and turned to go to class when he heard his name called. Looking over his shoulder, he nearly dropped his books in surprise. "T-tea?" He whispered, his gorgeous lavender eyes going wide in shock.
Tea looked down at Yugi with a fake smile on her face. She had been extremely busy, but she had seen the few times at work, when Yami had taken Yugi to Burger World, and always managed to sit in the area she wasn't waitressing, how the pharaoh would lean in close over the table, staring down with darkened ruby eyes at his hikari. Yugi was always looking down in his lap or at his food, nervous and unsure of himself with a blush staining his soft white cheeks, so he missed the passionate looks sent his way.
It burned her to no end. She may have her heart set on her dream, but she was also a young teenage girl, with young, teenage hormones. Hormones that wanted Yami. He was dark, dangerous and sexy; just seeing the looks he sent Yugi sent shivers up and down her spine. She wanted Yami, and, in order to get him, she had to act fast to prevent Yugi from getting him first.
"Yugi." She smiled, trying to make her voice sweet. "Can I have a word with you?"
Yugi glanced nervously at the clock; they had five minutes before class. "S-sure" He smiled up at Tea, warmth in his eyes.
She bit back her lunch. "Yugi, I've seen the way you've been watching Yami lately, and I hope you're not getting any ideas. I know you like him, and I don't want you to get hurt, but......I talked to Yami in study hall today, and....well.....I think it would be better if you left Yami alone....."
Yugi's soft mouth fell open in shock, and his eyes shone with hurt. "W-what did Yami say?"
Tea smiled to herself; she just had to get Yugi out of the way, and Yami would be all hers. She could fully concentrate on winning over Yami's heart once Yugi was out of the picture. "That's not important. I just want you to know that.....well......I like Yami, Yugi, and I am planning on asking him to the dance."
Tears of betrayal shimmered in his expressive eyes. "But....Tea.....you know I liked Yami first!! I really like him, Tea, please!"
Tea shook her head, looking in feigned sympathy down at him. "Yugi, Yugi, Yugi. Think about it; is it truly fair to ask that of Yami? Look at you." She looked Yugi straight in the eye, going in for the kill. "What could you possibly offer Yami? He is always having to save you from a bully, always fighting your battles for you. What have you to offer Yami? Nothing, Yugi, nothing. Look at me, Yugi. I am stronger; I would not be a burden on Yami, but a companion. You would drag him down more than you do now."
Tears were coursing down Yugi's cheeks, his heart breaking in his chest, but he couldn't run away; Tea had bent low, both her arms on either side of his head, pinning him against the lockers. He was trapped. "I drag Yami down?"
She nodded. "You do all of us. Why do you think no one ever bothers with you anymore? We've always had other things to do, yet we've made time for you. But we can't any more, Yugi. You're just too much of a burden to carry. I wasn't supposed to tell you that, we all agreed on it, but.......I think you deserve to know the truth, Yugi."
Yugi whimpered, lowering his eyes and turning his head away. Tea moved in for the kill. "Yami feels the same way, but, given his circumstances, he just can't walk away from you. Infact, he even wishes you weren't his hikari."
Yugi's head shot up, his eyes full of hurt, tears running in torrents down his face and dripping into two small puddles on the floor. His little body shook, his heart fully and finally shattered. Tea had hit the bulls eye.
She tightened her hands on his shoulders, pressing his small back into the knob of the locker, causing the metal to dig into his soft flesh and him to cry out, looking up at her with pain. "Look at you, Yugi, you're doing it again. No, don't look at me like that; it's what made all of us turn our backs on you. Especially Yami. The only thing you can do for Yami is to let him go, Yugi. Let him go; let him be happy. Let him be free of you."
She shoved Yugi sideways, so that he fell, his books scattering along the empty hall, his cheekbone banging off of a book's hard edge, the corner digging into his cheek and almost going through it. Tea went into her classroom, which was close to Yugi's locker, just as the bell buzzed for class to begin.
Yugi trembled there for a few minutes before getting up and running out the school, his books in a forgotten, scattered heap on the floor.
tbc.........
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if u want this to continue, u'd better review!! no reviews, it's getting trashed!! ^_^
^____^ yupp, i know!! and i don't have anything particular to say, so...on with the fic!!
yami: what about the disclaimer, warnings, etc?
*shrugs * don't know, don't care
yugi: *sighs * i'll do them.
yugi: disclaimer: oni does NOT own ygo nor anything associated with it. some brilliant Japanese guy who is rolling in the dough does. not her. will repeat; she does NOT own. this disclaimer stands for the entire story.
warnings: contains shounen-ai!! yes, boyz lovin boiz. so, as oni says, don't like; get lost. pairings: yami /yugi and the other usual ones. maybe some violence and swear words, and the rating just to be safe.
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KISS OF A ROSE
chapter one: Shattered Dreams
Yugi stood on his tip toes, reaching up with his small fingers to hang his coat up. Why did the lockers have to be so big? Or him so small? Finally succeeding, he leaned against his locker, resting for a moment with his eyes closed before he gathered his books. They were supposed to go on the top shelf, but there was no way in hell he could reach that far up without a stepstool.
He sighed, glad it was Friday. He was hoping to try and convince Yami to take him to the movies. Although he knew it wouldn't be an official date, he could at least pretend it was. He had fallen head over heels in love with the dark spirit, but he was too afraid to tell him. He was afraid to damage the relationship he had with him. He was the only one Yugi had left; all of their other friends had been extremely busy and preoccupied. If Yugi drove Yami away, then he'd be alone again. He shuddered; having known friendship and love, Yugi could never go back to the way it had been just a year ago, before Yami. He knew he'd never survive that hell again, not when he knew what it was like to have people who cared about you. Even if they didn't have time for you anymore.
Tristan had recently bought a new motorcycle, this one imported from Japan. The motorcycle was brand new, just out on the market, and with the importing expenses, the bill was through the roof. Why Tristan just didn't buy a good, American made Harley Davidson was beyond him, although Yugi didn't know much about bikes. He supposed it was because an American made hog would be too heavy for him to hold up. Yami had a Japanese bike as well, but his was not imported, nor brand new, yet it was still sleek and shiny, well cared for. (Yes, it's true; Harley Davidsons are bigger, louder and heavier then the foreign ones. A lot better, too! ^_^) Tristan was working two jobs to cover the humongous bill; one at an underage nightclub as a bouncer in addition to his old one at the arcade.
Joey had been busy with problems in his family. His father was finally in court for child neglect, not paying child support for Serenity, and a few other problems caused by his drinking. His mother and Serenity had moved back to Japan, Serenity had undergone her eye operation and was recovering, and their mother was fighting their father for legal custody of Joey. She had set up a job for herself, but her budget was stretched thin trying to cover all the expenses of moving, buying a new house, the lawyers, and the hospital bill. Joey took an after school job to help out, but he was bouncing between homes, trying to sneak his stuff into his mother's house, occasionally staying there, but also still being held back by the legal system in his father's house. All in all, his life was a mess.
Yugi hadn't seen Seto since he'd broken up with Joey, which was a while ago. The young CEO was busy with his company and expanding markets, and any little, rare free time he had was spent under the sheets with Isis, Joey's replacement. How the two, with their busy schedules, ever found any over lapping free time was a mystery to Yugi, but, well, for sex, they pretty much made their free time. Seto, knowing how neglectful he'd been of Mokuba and wanting his brother to have the best, had sent him away to a boarding school.
Mai was away in Paris; her modeling career had finally taken off. She was the bad girl of Vogue and Playboy. She occasionally did write to keep in touch, but her spare time was few and far between; she was living the lime life, and she loved it.
Ryou's life was dictated by Bakura. The yami was never abusive toward the frail boy, but he shared mutual hatred with the pharaoh, and he was always busy scheming with Malik. They hadn't had any run-ins with the local law enforcement, but they weren't exactly squeaky clean, either. Ryou, shy and submissive as he was, merely went along with his yami's vindictive nature. He didn't participate, but he wasn't overly objecting, either. He was usually either at his house, alone as Bakura and Malik went about their nocturnal escapades, or at the Ishtar house, with Bakura and Malik as they plotted. Staying next to his yami's side protected him from bullies, when they were on the street, and it also saved him from his yami's wrath, if he consorted with the "pharaoh's friends." It was rare for him to see his father, and the sensitive boy clung to family wherever he could get it. Which was at his yami's side.
And Tea......she was practicing her dancing nightly, after work and school for hours on end. She was in a competition for a dancing scholarship at a private, expensive dancing school in New York. If she won this, and got her dream, she could end up in Europe, in Vienna, dancing ballet in some of the finest, upscale theaters in the world, catering to the rich. She could become a ballet star if she got the opportunity to study at that school.
Yugi was getting used to, and enjoying, it just being him and his Yami. Yami seemed content as well, which made Yugi's heart flutter and butterflies dance in his stomach. He loved Yami; he really, truly did. And he was hoping that Yami really did return his feelings, and it wasn't just his imagination playing tricks on him. They had grown far more intimate in the past months spent solely in each other's company. There was an upcoming school dance, the semi-formal, and Yugi was silently hoping that Yami would ask him.
Yugi had never been to a dance before, even though he had asked a few people out, and had been met with rejection, which had been delivered with cruel malice. A simple no thank you, I'm not interested was alright. But to be given a very long list of all his short comings (no pun intended.....well......*snickers* yeah, there is!! yugi: *crying * you're mean) just tore his big, delicate heart apart. Which was why he would not ask Yami. The look of disgust on Yami's face would shatter him completely; he'd never loved anyone as he did Yami, and they were so close already. Not only would he be met with a sneer of disgust, he would drive away the only person he had left.
Brushing away two stray tears, Yugi reminded himself of how he'd caught Yami staring at him intently numerous times, how Yami always sat closer to him than usual, close enough to invade his private space, and how Yami was always 'accidentally' bumping or brushing up against him.
Yugi blushed and smiled to himself. If he was ever going to get asked to a dance, if he ever had a chance at finding love, this was it. He wished and prayed that Yami felt the same, that it was finally *his * turn to be loved.
The little one bent down and picked up his pile of thick books for his afternoon classes. Why did schools use such thick books when they only got through about half of the material in them? He shut his locker with his foot and turned to go to class when he heard his name called. Looking over his shoulder, he nearly dropped his books in surprise. "T-tea?" He whispered, his gorgeous lavender eyes going wide in shock.
Tea looked down at Yugi with a fake smile on her face. She had been extremely busy, but she had seen the few times at work, when Yami had taken Yugi to Burger World, and always managed to sit in the area she wasn't waitressing, how the pharaoh would lean in close over the table, staring down with darkened ruby eyes at his hikari. Yugi was always looking down in his lap or at his food, nervous and unsure of himself with a blush staining his soft white cheeks, so he missed the passionate looks sent his way.
It burned her to no end. She may have her heart set on her dream, but she was also a young teenage girl, with young, teenage hormones. Hormones that wanted Yami. He was dark, dangerous and sexy; just seeing the looks he sent Yugi sent shivers up and down her spine. She wanted Yami, and, in order to get him, she had to act fast to prevent Yugi from getting him first.
"Yugi." She smiled, trying to make her voice sweet. "Can I have a word with you?"
Yugi glanced nervously at the clock; they had five minutes before class. "S-sure" He smiled up at Tea, warmth in his eyes.
She bit back her lunch. "Yugi, I've seen the way you've been watching Yami lately, and I hope you're not getting any ideas. I know you like him, and I don't want you to get hurt, but......I talked to Yami in study hall today, and....well.....I think it would be better if you left Yami alone....."
Yugi's soft mouth fell open in shock, and his eyes shone with hurt. "W-what did Yami say?"
Tea smiled to herself; she just had to get Yugi out of the way, and Yami would be all hers. She could fully concentrate on winning over Yami's heart once Yugi was out of the picture. "That's not important. I just want you to know that.....well......I like Yami, Yugi, and I am planning on asking him to the dance."
Tears of betrayal shimmered in his expressive eyes. "But....Tea.....you know I liked Yami first!! I really like him, Tea, please!"
Tea shook her head, looking in feigned sympathy down at him. "Yugi, Yugi, Yugi. Think about it; is it truly fair to ask that of Yami? Look at you." She looked Yugi straight in the eye, going in for the kill. "What could you possibly offer Yami? He is always having to save you from a bully, always fighting your battles for you. What have you to offer Yami? Nothing, Yugi, nothing. Look at me, Yugi. I am stronger; I would not be a burden on Yami, but a companion. You would drag him down more than you do now."
Tears were coursing down Yugi's cheeks, his heart breaking in his chest, but he couldn't run away; Tea had bent low, both her arms on either side of his head, pinning him against the lockers. He was trapped. "I drag Yami down?"
She nodded. "You do all of us. Why do you think no one ever bothers with you anymore? We've always had other things to do, yet we've made time for you. But we can't any more, Yugi. You're just too much of a burden to carry. I wasn't supposed to tell you that, we all agreed on it, but.......I think you deserve to know the truth, Yugi."
Yugi whimpered, lowering his eyes and turning his head away. Tea moved in for the kill. "Yami feels the same way, but, given his circumstances, he just can't walk away from you. Infact, he even wishes you weren't his hikari."
Yugi's head shot up, his eyes full of hurt, tears running in torrents down his face and dripping into two small puddles on the floor. His little body shook, his heart fully and finally shattered. Tea had hit the bulls eye.
She tightened her hands on his shoulders, pressing his small back into the knob of the locker, causing the metal to dig into his soft flesh and him to cry out, looking up at her with pain. "Look at you, Yugi, you're doing it again. No, don't look at me like that; it's what made all of us turn our backs on you. Especially Yami. The only thing you can do for Yami is to let him go, Yugi. Let him go; let him be happy. Let him be free of you."
She shoved Yugi sideways, so that he fell, his books scattering along the empty hall, his cheekbone banging off of a book's hard edge, the corner digging into his cheek and almost going through it. Tea went into her classroom, which was close to Yugi's locker, just as the bell buzzed for class to begin.
Yugi trembled there for a few minutes before getting up and running out the school, his books in a forgotten, scattered heap on the floor.
tbc.........
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if u want this to continue, u'd better review!! no reviews, it's getting trashed!! ^_^