Three Days Grace
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,837
Reviews:
27
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Epilogue
The human brain protects us from our senses. It allows us to see what it wants to see, hear what it wants to hear. It doesn’t like defied expectations. But then…how do we ever know what’s real?
“Well, I guess that’s the last box.” Figures.
Yuugi nodded. “I still can’t believe we’re moving in with Kaiba-kun.”
Yami shook his head slightly. “It was the mansion or the streets,” he felt compelled to point out.
A small laugh greeted his words. “I don’t mind, mou hitori no boku,” the smaller male exclaimed. “I just…didn’t think you two got along that well.”
Yami watched as his aibou finished chasing dust bunnies back to their respective corners. It hadn’t taken that long to pack…and thank god, because it was almost quarter of eight. He hefted one of the three boxes and Yuugi lifted another. The third one was keeping the door propped open.
“After you, aibou.’ Yuugi snorted slightly, but led the way down the hall, down the stairs and outside.
“Do you want me to get the other box?” the violet eyed duelist inquired.
Yami gave a short nod, partially distracted by the limo pulling into the back lot. Once the thing stopped, one of the side doors opened and Kaiba stepped out. Yami gave a curt bob of his head to acknowledge the other’s presence. Kaiba did likewise.
Yuugi reappeared, bearing the final box.
“Is this it?” Kaiba inquired, an eyebrow raised. Yami glared a bit.
Yuugi seemed completely oblivious to the tension. “Yeah, that’s all,” he answered, eyeing the limo with an appraising look. “Kaiba-kun, are we really going to ride in that?”
Kaiba’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he offered a wordless assent. Yuugi made a gleeful sound. “You can get in,” the CEO offered. At least, it was phrased as an offer. Yami recognized the command behind it. He opened his mouth to rebuke the brunet…but Yuugi had already joyfully clambered in.
“Kaiba, this changes nothing.” Yami wasn’t sure exactly what wasn’t changing, but he wanted to affirm t hat belief now, while they could still walk away.
The brunet smirked. “Of course it doesn’t.”
Yami tried again, desperate to gain the upper hand before climbing into Kaiba’s black hearse. “You will leave Yuugi alone.”
“It’s not Yuugi I’m concerned with.”
“This whole idea is insanity,” Yami grumbled.
“Agreeing to love – to trust love’s object unconditionally – that too, is insanity.” Kaiba’s eyes were sharp, cutting.
Yami was ready to try again, but Yuugi chose that moment to lean out the door. “Yami! Come look – Kaiba-kun has a refrigerator in here!”
The moment was gone then, and mutely, the red-eyed duelist headed into the limo, taking a seat next to his aibou. Kaiba sat next to him.
On the journey over, they were silent, except for Yuugi who occasionally made little “ooh-ings” and “aah-ings” of excitement over various objects in the vehicle.
Kaiba never took his eyes off Yami. Yami never took his eyes off Kaiba. When they stopped in the driveway of the mansion, the swift deceleration pushed Yami a touch closer than he wanted to be.
Kaiba climbed out. Yami and Yuugi followed suit. “Welcome home.”
Yuugi began a delighted exploration at once. Yami watched from the driveway, face set into a grim expression.
Is this really home, then? Or just another chapter in a life of hellish lies?
“Well, I guess that’s the last box.” Figures.
Yuugi nodded. “I still can’t believe we’re moving in with Kaiba-kun.”
Yami shook his head slightly. “It was the mansion or the streets,” he felt compelled to point out.
A small laugh greeted his words. “I don’t mind, mou hitori no boku,” the smaller male exclaimed. “I just…didn’t think you two got along that well.”
Yami watched as his aibou finished chasing dust bunnies back to their respective corners. It hadn’t taken that long to pack…and thank god, because it was almost quarter of eight. He hefted one of the three boxes and Yuugi lifted another. The third one was keeping the door propped open.
“After you, aibou.’ Yuugi snorted slightly, but led the way down the hall, down the stairs and outside.
“Do you want me to get the other box?” the violet eyed duelist inquired.
Yami gave a short nod, partially distracted by the limo pulling into the back lot. Once the thing stopped, one of the side doors opened and Kaiba stepped out. Yami gave a curt bob of his head to acknowledge the other’s presence. Kaiba did likewise.
Yuugi reappeared, bearing the final box.
“Is this it?” Kaiba inquired, an eyebrow raised. Yami glared a bit.
Yuugi seemed completely oblivious to the tension. “Yeah, that’s all,” he answered, eyeing the limo with an appraising look. “Kaiba-kun, are we really going to ride in that?”
Kaiba’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he offered a wordless assent. Yuugi made a gleeful sound. “You can get in,” the CEO offered. At least, it was phrased as an offer. Yami recognized the command behind it. He opened his mouth to rebuke the brunet…but Yuugi had already joyfully clambered in.
“Kaiba, this changes nothing.” Yami wasn’t sure exactly what wasn’t changing, but he wanted to affirm t hat belief now, while they could still walk away.
The brunet smirked. “Of course it doesn’t.”
Yami tried again, desperate to gain the upper hand before climbing into Kaiba’s black hearse. “You will leave Yuugi alone.”
“It’s not Yuugi I’m concerned with.”
“This whole idea is insanity,” Yami grumbled.
“Agreeing to love – to trust love’s object unconditionally – that too, is insanity.” Kaiba’s eyes were sharp, cutting.
Yami was ready to try again, but Yuugi chose that moment to lean out the door. “Yami! Come look – Kaiba-kun has a refrigerator in here!”
The moment was gone then, and mutely, the red-eyed duelist headed into the limo, taking a seat next to his aibou. Kaiba sat next to him.
On the journey over, they were silent, except for Yuugi who occasionally made little “ooh-ings” and “aah-ings” of excitement over various objects in the vehicle.
Kaiba never took his eyes off Yami. Yami never took his eyes off Kaiba. When they stopped in the driveway of the mansion, the swift deceleration pushed Yami a touch closer than he wanted to be.
Kaiba climbed out. Yami and Yuugi followed suit. “Welcome home.”
Yuugi began a delighted exploration at once. Yami watched from the driveway, face set into a grim expression.
Is this really home, then? Or just another chapter in a life of hellish lies?