Can I Have You On A Platter?

"Happy birthday, Yugi!"

Yugi Motou, now seventeen-years old, stared in shock at all the familiar faces of family and friends. He and his mother had driven all the way downtown of Domino to the five-star restraunt, the Sennen Bistro. It was well known and took months to just get a reservation.

Yugi grinned as his friends, Tea, Malik, Ryou and Joey, all rushed out of the crowd and glomped him. Laughing loudly, the five tumbled to the ground with the rest of the party guests chuckling at their youngers.

"You're finally seventeen!" Malik wiggled over the rest of them and wrapped his arms around Yugi's petite figure, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug. "I love you!" He cried loudly.

Yugi giggled, "Who gave Malik sugar before the party?"

Ryou sheepishly raised his hand. "He wouldn't shut up. . ."

They all laughed again. When they were all standing up, Ryou dragged Yugi to a centre table. He pushed the tri-colour haired teen onto a chair, where Yugi stood uncomfortably in view of everyone.

Chuckling evilly, Joey started singing, "For he's a jolly good fellow! For he's a jolly good fellow!"

Yugi hid his face behind his hands, his cheeks turning beet red. As soon as the song was over, he jumped off the chair and was immediatly surrounded by his party guests. By the time everyone was sitting down for their dinner to arrive, Yugi's shoulder was aching from getting claps on the back.

"Joey, I am so gonna kill you later." Yugi growled.

Joey grinned and pushed him into a seat at the head of the table. Just as the last person was sitting down, the kitchen doors swung open and servers hurried inside. The waitresses held trays of drinks, while the waiters balanced trays laden with the appetizer.

A blonde young woman bent next to Yugi, "Wanna drink, hon?"

"I'll just take a soda, please. I'm Yugi."

"Oh, so you must be the birthday boy. I'm Mai. I hope you enjoy the food." Mai straightened her back and stared hard at Yugi's face. "Hey, were you adopted or something?"

Yugi shook his head, "No. They're my real parents. Why?" He cocked his head to the side curiously.

Mai put a finger to her chin with a thoughtful expression on her face. "You look just like my boss. But, he is darker than you. My mistake, I guess. Have a good evening." With a final wink, Mai left with her empty tray.

Ryou glanced at the others then back at Yugi, "You think she was serious?"

"Well, I know that I've never seen anyone as wierd as Yugi." Malik said with pride.

Everyone gave him withering looks, and he glared, "What?"

Joey turned back to his shortest friend, grinning.

"Maybe you're parents had a fling before they had you, and now you've got a long lost brother or something?" His honey eyes gleaming.

Yugi shook his head, "Nope. They only wanted one kid, so they kept me." Everyone laughed loudly.

A waiter placed a steaming dish in front of Yugi and lifted the silver lid to present the first course meal. It was a single baked potato, with cheese sauce dribbled over it with a bright orange, steamed carrot on the side with green and red spices sifted over it.

As soon as everyone had their appetizer, the chatter increased as everyone dug in. About two hours passed and dessert was being served, when the owner of the restraunt walked out of the kitchen. As the man approached the tables, Yugi turned in his seat to thank him for the terrific evening.

But, instead, Yugi found himself frozen and staring at the owner. He wore tight, black, leather pants and a crimson, silk shirt that had the two top buttons undone. His skin had a dark, egyptian tan and his eyes were a shining scarlet. But, the thing that caught Yugi's eye, was that they both had similar hairstyles. Except the owner's streaks were red instead of amethyst and there were long, jagged bolts that went upwards in his hair.

The man walked past Yugi's table, barely glancing at him, and made his way straight to Yugi's parents. He leaned down and said something to his father, who nodded and pointed at Yugi. The man looked up and straight at Yugi. He smiled and winked at him, then pushed himself up and made his way back to Yugi.

Ryou elbowed Joey's stomach, "That guy looks like Yugi."

"Yeah, he does. But. . ."

Malik piped up, "But he's hot!"

Tea, Joey and Ryou threw glares at the hyped up teenager, then back at Yugi who was still gaping at the owner as he walked back.

~Yami~

Yami Sennen strided quickly through the kitchen giving orders. As he passed a waiter who was having difficulty in balancing his tray, he stopped and readjusted the metal. The waiter threw him a grateful glance and hurried out of the swinging kitchen doors.

"Hey, boss. There's a birthday boy out there that looks like he could be your clone." Mai flounced into the cooking area, bouncing her curls off her shoulders.

"What are you talking about, Mai?" Yami couldn't help but give her a wary look.

Him and Mai had been friends since school. When he'd opened the Sennen Bistro, Mai had applied for a job and he'd given it immediatly. She was a brilliant waitress and she was very friendly with the customers. But recently, the blonde woman had been trying to hook him up with random people.

Mai caught Yami's arm and pushed him into the wide, walk-in fridge. "I'm talking about a little you. A cute, sweet, innocent kid who I think you would like."

"Yeah, that's what you said when you first met Bakura. You said I'd love him." Yami chuckled as Mai's face went red slightly.

"That was a mistake. I didn't know he one of your gay friends."

"What about Marik? Or Duke?" Yami raised an elegant eyebrow at her.

"All mistakes. But, this time I'm positive." Mai said determinedly. "Just get your skinny, tanned butt out there and take a look at him."

Yami folded his arms across his chest, sighing, "Fine, but then you have to stop finding me dates anymore. It's getting really annoying."

"Okay, whatever. Just get out there." Mai pointed her finger sternly at the kitchen doors.

Yami jogged through the kitchen again, fixing up a few dirty cloths and plates, then slowed his jog to a casual walk. Swinging the door open, he walked towards the party tables. As he neared the loud guests, he stared at the back of someone's head. But, not anyone's head. Someone who had the same hairstyle as his. The person turned in his seat and Yami's breath caught in his throat.

The boy looked so young. His skin was a creamy, smooth pale and his eyes were like beautiful, sparkling amethyst jewels. Yami tore his gaze away from the boy and walked straight past him. He leaned down to one of the people who'd made reservations and whispered, "I heard there was a birthday person here? I would like to congratulate him, a routine we have here."

The man gave a polite nod and pointed across the table, to where the breathtaking boy was sitting. Yami nodded, swallowing, then pushed himself up and walked back up the table to the boy.

As he approached him, he saw the boy's friends talk between themselves. Yami narrowed his eyes briefly. Was it just him or did those guys look like Marik and Bakura? Shrugging it off, Yami stood next to his centre of attention. The boy. Putting his hand and on his shoulder, Yami leaned close to his ear.

"Congratulations on your birthday. I'm Yami Sennen, the owner of this restraunt." Yami mentally grinned when he saw the boy blush. "On behalf of it and it's staff I hope you enjoyed your meal and feel free to come back any time. No cost."

Then, letting his fingers ghost over the boy's neck, Yami turned and left. Walking gracefully back into the kitchen. As soon as he closed the door, though, he gazed out of the round, porthole window in the door and watched the boy as he ate his deesert.

"So, you like him?"

Yami jumped, whirling around to glare at Mai. She smirked, "You like him."

Yami shrugged, turning his eyes back onto the angel sitting in his restraunt, "He's. . . interesting."

"I'm sure I could think of a way to get him to come back." Before Yami could stop her, Mai hopped out of the door and sidled next to the boy. She said something to him, nodded, then almost ran back to her boss.

"What did you say to him?" Yami asked, worried that his childhood friend had done something wrong.

Mai beamed, "He'll be back everyday, I think." She declared happily.

Walking off, Yamistumbled after her, grabbing her by the shoulders, "Why? What did you do?"

"I think I should get a raise for doing this."

"Fine, fine."

"And an extra day off?"

"Yes. Now, tell me." Yami tightened his hands on her shoulders, impatient for the answer.

Mai slapped his cheek playfully, "I offered him free ice-cream everyday for a month. He just has to sit at the bar and order what kind he likes."

Yami gave her a confused look, "The bar? He's not old enough to drink."

"I know that!" Mai exclaimed, annoyance evident on her face. "But, you work there during the afternoon. You'd be able to get to know Yugi a little more."

"Yugi? That's his name?"

"Yeah. A lot better than Yami, I say." With a final bounce of her curls, Mai took off.

"Yugi. I like that name. Yugi. . ." Yami said the name over and over in his head as he went around the kitchen, making adjustments here and there.

Well, what do you think? Should I continue or scrap this? The only reason I'm writing this is because I NEED to write a story that is HAPPY! So, please review and tell me your thoughs. And don't worry, those that are reading my other stories, I won't forget them. :) :) :)