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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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5
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40
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Daylight Hours
Night Walk
Summary: Um…this happens is the day. Please don’t let the title fool you, although most of the stuff will be going on at night…I dunno…I’ll think of something…
Disclaimer: I don’t own YGO.
Warning:None
Author’s Note: I will no longer tolerate Anonymous reviews, good or bad. I want to know who you are! It takes five seconds to fill in a name! I do appreciate reviews, but Anon really gets to me! It’s Hikari grins suspicious…*shifty eyes* And to the regulars…*cracks whips at Velvetina and Shadow of Light* You will read when you aren’t tired so I can have long reviews or I’ll burn these! *holds up Chibi Yugi and Ryou dolls* MWA HA HA HA…okay, maybe just poke them a little…*tosses Anzu doll in the fire*
Daylight Hours
A groan was heard as a broom handle struck again and again, becoming more insistent as the seconds went by. Blond hair appeared from beneath the comforter, a scowl on the owners face.
“Whaddaya want Ryou? Jeez! Can’t a guy get some sleep?”
“It’s almost ten! Come get breakfast and after that you can do what you want.”
Katsuya Jounouchi rubbed his face and scratched under his chin. Looked like it was shaving day. Not that he had much facial hair to speak of. His Japanese roots came through pretty clear on that. He was as hairless as a mole rat when it came to his face and that was the way he liked it, unless days like this happened.
“Alright…alright…god, do ya haft ta talk t’me in Japanese? Y’kin talk in English wit me.”
Ryou’s eyes widened. “I think not. It’s bad enough you have that…atrocious Japanese accent but your English makes my ears bleed.” The white haired boy sighed and lowered the broom. “I made omelets and pancakes. Sausage and I gave you a small bowl of cereal. Just leave the dishes when you’re done.”
“Cool…”
The British teen left the room and Jou promptly fell back on the bed, yawning.
My English sucks huh? Then Ryou should nevva go to New York…
Eventually the wiry blond got up and showered, chasing out Ryou’s pet cat with water sprinkles from his hand. Akefia was the devil in blue fur and Jou knew enough now to chase him off before he did real damage.
After dressing in faded jeans and a t-shirt that had seen better days, he went to the kitchen barefoot. He plopped down and began scarfing his food down, thankful to have a meal this early in the morning.
If he’d still lived with his father…
He shivered, thinking of the day he’d gone to get his things. The man had been home, as usual, but for once without a whore and not exactly drunk. He’d told his father that he was leaving and might not have escaped if Kaiba’s goons and Ryou hadn’t been there to ensure his safe passage.
He ate a spoonful of a frosted, flaky cereal and watched Ryou flit about the kitchen.
“Ya goin’ out wit Dartz t’day?”
The hikari nodded, putting another sandwich in a basket. “We’re off to the botanical gardens!”
“That’ll be awesome.” He ate some of his eggs and ran a hand through his hair.
“And you?”
“Goin’ out to find another job…”
Ryou kept his sigh to himself. Jou was off today, but the boy didn’t like the fact that Jou worked two jobs even though now he had a place to stay and didn’t have to worry about expenses. The blond told the hikari that he was no “freeloader” and would definitely do his part. The problem was, he just wasn’t making enough.
Ryou finished packing the picnic basket and shook his head. He’d thought he was bad off with his few pairs of clothes and possessions, but Jou didn’t have anything and when you tried to offer him charity, he was worse than Bakura.
He turned around, smiling. “I’ll be gone for most of the day. There’s stuff to cook if you want to and of course, you can always make Kaiba’s ‘help’ feed you. You’ll be okay?”
Jou nodded, looking at the want ads. The British teen sighed and took the basket, leaving the kitchen.
When he’d gone, Jou put the paper down, looking behind him to make sure the white haired boy was gone.
No offens to Ryou, but he was still saving for his own place. Being in Kaiba’s house on Ryou’s charity was eating at him like a parasite. He’d only been living here a week or so and it was nearly August. He wanted to find a place of his own before the school year. But in order to do that he’d need a better job.
To date, Katsuya Jounouchi had done everything. He’d cleaned, cooked, waited, painted, roved, tutored (yes, tutored, the blond was amazing good at math), and babysitted. The last one had been his least favorite as it payed low.
He sighed and ran his hands through his hair again, looking down with a scowl as he felt something against his leg.
Akefia meowed, trying to look sweet but the blond wasn’t buying it.
“Ryou ain’t here! Beat it Lucifer!”
The cat waltzed away, tail in the air, its nose a close second.
Stupid cat’s got more attitude than Atemu and Kaiba put together with Bakura’s personality…
Once he was done with breakfast he put on his sneakers, thinking that soon he would really need new ones as these were past ratty. He slipped his back pack over one shoulder and headed out into the blazing after noon sun.
****
“Look, I’ve got better things to do than run the streets with you right now Varon.” Blond hair was fluffed and tossed, bracelets jangling haughtily. “Go hang out with your friends…”
“Yea…Oi guess…” Varon got up from Mai Valentine’s bed, shoving his pants back on and grabbing his shirt. “Oi just wanted to take ya out around.”
“Oh please, it’s sweltering out there! Being on that bike will kill me!” She turned to look at him, diamond ring glittering on her finger. “Some of us have jobs you know.”
The coppery brunette closed his eyes, quite pleased his back was to the woman. She said things like that everyday. Telling him that he needed to grow up and that he was too old to be running around like a high school delinquent and that it was bad enough he had to repeat a semester before he was legally graduated.
He ruffled his chunky spikes and sat down to put on his boots. “Oi’ll see ya later Mai.”
“Why? Are you taking me to dinner or something? I’ll just eat at the casino.”
He let out a sigh. “Oi’ll come pick you up then.”
“Don’t bother. Look, I’ll call you.”
Boots secure, the Australian stood up and nodded, going over to the woman and kissing her lightly on the cheek.
“Ya look good today. Don’t push yourself and watch out for cheats…”
The woman gave a laugh. “Oh please. I maybe young but no one cheats a Valentine!”
Varon left the room, but not before he heard Mai comment something about lazy “Ningens”. He left the apartment and put on his t-shirt before he got on his bike.
That’s roight…Oi’m a dirty foreigner. A lazy stupid foreigner that apparently isn’t good enough to be seen wif ya unless Oi’m buyin’ ya sumthin’…
He started up his machine and went speeding down the street, wondering why he ever bothered.
He soon came to an intersection and cross walk, taking a breath and shoving up his goggles.
Aw it’s so hot. Mai was roight about that…
He saw someone waving at him and tentatively waved back before he recognized who it was and waved in earnest.
“Hey! Jou!”
The blond walked over grinning. “Ya got turned out early?”
“You know it! Say, let me get out of traffic! Wot are ya doin’?”
“I was looking fer a job man. It’s killer. I already have two, but I’d like more cash ya know?”
“Oi ‘aven’t got a job t’ speak of mate!” he laughed. “Bit loike that Bakura in a way! Just real lucky to get away y’know?”
They both laughed and Jou waited while Varon pulled out of traffic. He parked on the sidewalk and crossed his arms, gesturing to Jou’s t-shirt.
“Where’s that thing been?”
“Ev’ry where man. It’s like, one of five shirts! Don’t dis it!”
Varon nodded. “You kiddin’? I know how ya feel!” He tapped his chest. “Shirt numba three roight ‘ere. Add in my crummy apartment, Japanese style, and you’re in broke city!”
They laughed and Jou pulled up his pack. “Well, I’m takin’ a bit of break now, been at it since this mornin’. Wanna get burgers or somethin’?”
“Oi’ve got no cash man. Maybe another toime?”
“I got it man. It’s good to have a meal sometimes…”
“Cool. Where are we goin’? Hop on!”
“Head up town near where I’m stayin’ now a days. They got some good places over there.”
Varon nodded and told Jou to hang on. “Just go north?”
“North east!”
“Alroight! Food, ‘ere we come!”
****
*Courtesy of Da Pump
*Wow, how ordinary was that? This was done after getting three hours of sleep then laying around in the dark. It’s six am, no I’m not tired. There’s a Yugi Marik one shot, a Raph Peg one shot, a look in on Mokie and Noa, and a Haga Ryuzaki fic coming…probably all one shots, but I’ll make ‘em long cause I love ya!
Summary: Um…this happens is the day. Please don’t let the title fool you, although most of the stuff will be going on at night…I dunno…I’ll think of something…
Disclaimer: I don’t own YGO.
Warning:None
Author’s Note: I will no longer tolerate Anonymous reviews, good or bad. I want to know who you are! It takes five seconds to fill in a name! I do appreciate reviews, but Anon really gets to me! It’s Hikari grins suspicious…*shifty eyes* And to the regulars…*cracks whips at Velvetina and Shadow of Light* You will read when you aren’t tired so I can have long reviews or I’ll burn these! *holds up Chibi Yugi and Ryou dolls* MWA HA HA HA…okay, maybe just poke them a little…*tosses Anzu doll in the fire*
Daylight Hours
A groan was heard as a broom handle struck again and again, becoming more insistent as the seconds went by. Blond hair appeared from beneath the comforter, a scowl on the owners face.
“Whaddaya want Ryou? Jeez! Can’t a guy get some sleep?”
“It’s almost ten! Come get breakfast and after that you can do what you want.”
Katsuya Jounouchi rubbed his face and scratched under his chin. Looked like it was shaving day. Not that he had much facial hair to speak of. His Japanese roots came through pretty clear on that. He was as hairless as a mole rat when it came to his face and that was the way he liked it, unless days like this happened.
“Alright…alright…god, do ya haft ta talk t’me in Japanese? Y’kin talk in English wit me.”
Ryou’s eyes widened. “I think not. It’s bad enough you have that…atrocious Japanese accent but your English makes my ears bleed.” The white haired boy sighed and lowered the broom. “I made omelets and pancakes. Sausage and I gave you a small bowl of cereal. Just leave the dishes when you’re done.”
“Cool…”
The British teen left the room and Jou promptly fell back on the bed, yawning.
My English sucks huh? Then Ryou should nevva go to New York…
Eventually the wiry blond got up and showered, chasing out Ryou’s pet cat with water sprinkles from his hand. Akefia was the devil in blue fur and Jou knew enough now to chase him off before he did real damage.
After dressing in faded jeans and a t-shirt that had seen better days, he went to the kitchen barefoot. He plopped down and began scarfing his food down, thankful to have a meal this early in the morning.
If he’d still lived with his father…
He shivered, thinking of the day he’d gone to get his things. The man had been home, as usual, but for once without a whore and not exactly drunk. He’d told his father that he was leaving and might not have escaped if Kaiba’s goons and Ryou hadn’t been there to ensure his safe passage.
He ate a spoonful of a frosted, flaky cereal and watched Ryou flit about the kitchen.
“Ya goin’ out wit Dartz t’day?”
The hikari nodded, putting another sandwich in a basket. “We’re off to the botanical gardens!”
“That’ll be awesome.” He ate some of his eggs and ran a hand through his hair.
“And you?”
“Goin’ out to find another job…”
Ryou kept his sigh to himself. Jou was off today, but the boy didn’t like the fact that Jou worked two jobs even though now he had a place to stay and didn’t have to worry about expenses. The blond told the hikari that he was no “freeloader” and would definitely do his part. The problem was, he just wasn’t making enough.
Ryou finished packing the picnic basket and shook his head. He’d thought he was bad off with his few pairs of clothes and possessions, but Jou didn’t have anything and when you tried to offer him charity, he was worse than Bakura.
He turned around, smiling. “I’ll be gone for most of the day. There’s stuff to cook if you want to and of course, you can always make Kaiba’s ‘help’ feed you. You’ll be okay?”
Jou nodded, looking at the want ads. The British teen sighed and took the basket, leaving the kitchen.
When he’d gone, Jou put the paper down, looking behind him to make sure the white haired boy was gone.
No offens to Ryou, but he was still saving for his own place. Being in Kaiba’s house on Ryou’s charity was eating at him like a parasite. He’d only been living here a week or so and it was nearly August. He wanted to find a place of his own before the school year. But in order to do that he’d need a better job.
To date, Katsuya Jounouchi had done everything. He’d cleaned, cooked, waited, painted, roved, tutored (yes, tutored, the blond was amazing good at math), and babysitted. The last one had been his least favorite as it payed low.
He sighed and ran his hands through his hair again, looking down with a scowl as he felt something against his leg.
Akefia meowed, trying to look sweet but the blond wasn’t buying it.
“Ryou ain’t here! Beat it Lucifer!”
The cat waltzed away, tail in the air, its nose a close second.
Stupid cat’s got more attitude than Atemu and Kaiba put together with Bakura’s personality…
Once he was done with breakfast he put on his sneakers, thinking that soon he would really need new ones as these were past ratty. He slipped his back pack over one shoulder and headed out into the blazing after noon sun.
****
“Look, I’ve got better things to do than run the streets with you right now Varon.” Blond hair was fluffed and tossed, bracelets jangling haughtily. “Go hang out with your friends…”
“Yea…Oi guess…” Varon got up from Mai Valentine’s bed, shoving his pants back on and grabbing his shirt. “Oi just wanted to take ya out around.”
“Oh please, it’s sweltering out there! Being on that bike will kill me!” She turned to look at him, diamond ring glittering on her finger. “Some of us have jobs you know.”
The coppery brunette closed his eyes, quite pleased his back was to the woman. She said things like that everyday. Telling him that he needed to grow up and that he was too old to be running around like a high school delinquent and that it was bad enough he had to repeat a semester before he was legally graduated.
He ruffled his chunky spikes and sat down to put on his boots. “Oi’ll see ya later Mai.”
“Why? Are you taking me to dinner or something? I’ll just eat at the casino.”
He let out a sigh. “Oi’ll come pick you up then.”
“Don’t bother. Look, I’ll call you.”
Boots secure, the Australian stood up and nodded, going over to the woman and kissing her lightly on the cheek.
“Ya look good today. Don’t push yourself and watch out for cheats…”
The woman gave a laugh. “Oh please. I maybe young but no one cheats a Valentine!”
Varon left the room, but not before he heard Mai comment something about lazy “Ningens”. He left the apartment and put on his t-shirt before he got on his bike.
That’s roight…Oi’m a dirty foreigner. A lazy stupid foreigner that apparently isn’t good enough to be seen wif ya unless Oi’m buyin’ ya sumthin’…
He started up his machine and went speeding down the street, wondering why he ever bothered.
He soon came to an intersection and cross walk, taking a breath and shoving up his goggles.
Aw it’s so hot. Mai was roight about that…
He saw someone waving at him and tentatively waved back before he recognized who it was and waved in earnest.
“Hey! Jou!”
The blond walked over grinning. “Ya got turned out early?”
“You know it! Say, let me get out of traffic! Wot are ya doin’?”
“I was looking fer a job man. It’s killer. I already have two, but I’d like more cash ya know?”
“Oi ‘aven’t got a job t’ speak of mate!” he laughed. “Bit loike that Bakura in a way! Just real lucky to get away y’know?”
They both laughed and Jou waited while Varon pulled out of traffic. He parked on the sidewalk and crossed his arms, gesturing to Jou’s t-shirt.
“Where’s that thing been?”
“Ev’ry where man. It’s like, one of five shirts! Don’t dis it!”
Varon nodded. “You kiddin’? I know how ya feel!” He tapped his chest. “Shirt numba three roight ‘ere. Add in my crummy apartment, Japanese style, and you’re in broke city!”
They laughed and Jou pulled up his pack. “Well, I’m takin’ a bit of break now, been at it since this mornin’. Wanna get burgers or somethin’?”
“Oi’ve got no cash man. Maybe another toime?”
“I got it man. It’s good to have a meal sometimes…”
“Cool. Where are we goin’? Hop on!”
“Head up town near where I’m stayin’ now a days. They got some good places over there.”
Varon nodded and told Jou to hang on. “Just go north?”
“North east!”
“Alroight! Food, ‘ere we come!”
****
*Courtesy of Da Pump
*Wow, how ordinary was that? This was done after getting three hours of sleep then laying around in the dark. It’s six am, no I’m not tired. There’s a Yugi Marik one shot, a Raph Peg one shot, a look in on Mokie and Noa, and a Haga Ryuzaki fic coming…probably all one shots, but I’ll make ‘em long cause I love ya!