Kimi ga Iru

Kimi ga Iru

Summary: a Sunday morning
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh…If I did, Anzu would have never existed and it’d be so smutty and innuendo filled it wouldn’t even be fit for European television.
Warnings: pancake abuse


Sunday*


Yugi curled into the warmth of his bed and sighed contently. It was Sunday, his favorite day. Today meant no work, no homework, just sleeping in and plenty of good things to eat.

He uncurled and rubbed his eyes before yawning widely and stretching. He had no idea what time it was and smirked as he regarded the remains of yet another alarm clock on the floor. He’d apologize to Grandpa later.

Yugi got up, brushed his spikes a little so they didn’t look too wild, and shuffled downstairs in his Kuriboh slippers. He hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt and so was making his rounds in his flying ankh pajama pants.

He stomped downstairs, his feet still heavy with sleep and meandered into the kitchen where he found Yami making breakfast. The spirit was making pancakes, one of his favorites.

“Oh wow!” he went over and leaned close to the spirit. “Can I have some?”

Yami was slightly taken aback by the teen’s attitude but smiled and scooped one up and put it on a nearby plate. “Of course. It’s Sunday after all Aibou.”

Yugi stood up straighter at this and looked Yami in the eyes. He could see the bruise on the older boy’s face and began to feel guilty. He leaned forward and hugged his yami, burying his face in his chest.

“’M sowwy I hit yew Yami…”

The Pharaoh stroked Yugi’s back. “It’s my fault. I’m sorry. I should have never done…anything I did. I what wrong and I’ve lost your trust Aibou.”

Yugi looked up with his wide hikari eyes and Yami felt more guilt surge over him.

“Aibou, I’m sorry! I really am I –”

“Yami?” he whined.

“Aibou? Are you still upset I –”

“Can I have…strawberry syrup on my pancakes?”

Yami blinked then blinked again before he burst into laughter, hugging the boy tightly. “Oh course!”

“Good!” Yugi chirped and fled the teen’s arms to take his plate. He went into the living room and plopped down on the couch next to a very startled Ryou. The boy nearly spilled his cereal and frowned at Yugi.

“Yugi! You almost made me spill my cereal!”

The boy stuck his tongue out at the doe eyed brit and stabbed his pancake viciously with his fork. He looked at Ryou.

“Why are you here anyway?”

Ryou looked down into his cereal. “Bakura and I had another fight.”

Yugi wanted to be sympathetic but he was still feeling some anger towards the boy so he said nothing. He grabbed the remote and changed the channel to cartoons.

Soon enough, Yami came in with more pancakes and syrup and they all settled into quiet morning camaraderie. After awhile, Yugi grew uncomfortable and got up to leave, but Yami stopped him.

“Aibou, we still…need to talk about things. I’m glad you’ve forgiven me, but Ryou –”

Yugi turned, frowning. “I never said I forgave you Yami. All I did was say sorry for decking you. And yes, I accepted your apology for being an ass, but that’s not forgiveness.” He looked the teen right in his amethyst eyes. “I don’t think I’ll ever forgive you or Ryou. And if Grandpa doesn’t know he’s here, you’d better tell him. It’s bad enough you’re here, but to have two betrayers in the house isn’t good for the atmosphere.”

He left the room and put his dishes in the sink.

****

Marik tried to pry Malik off of him as he attempted to leave the bed, but it was clear that wasn’t happening. Not only had the pouting hikari been waiting for him when he returned home, the youth had refused to leave his side for the rest of the night.

It’s not like Marik didn’t love the boy, he was great. He just didn’t love all the crying and the whining and the clinging and the cover hogging. It wasn’t his fault that Bakura didn’t want him.

Finally, Marik leaned down and bit the boy on the knuckles, causing Malik to shriek and wake up, knocking their heads together. When Marik recovered enough, he glared down at his body double pissed.

“Malik! Out!”

“But Yami-chan –”

“No! I have to take a shower and I’m leaving! Go cry on someone else’s shoulder!”

Malik sat there and looked down at the bed, tears threatening to escape. “Where were you? Didn’t you hear me calling? I needed you.”

“Your ‘needs’ cost me half my night.” Marik walked over to the dresser and picked up his pack of cigarettes. Finding it empty, he cursed and tossed the pack at Malik’s head.

“You got any smokes?”

“No.”

Marik rolled his eyes. He didn’t want to put up with this shit. He knew he would regret it later, but he asked anyway.

“Do you want to come with me to get more?”

“You don’t want me to go. I can feel it. Take me to Ishizu’s!”

The bronze boy shrugged and pulled fresh boxers out. “Whatever. Go shower. You smell like booze and smoke.”

Malik shuffled out of the room, muttering. “You mean I smell like you.”

“I heard that you bitch! Don’t back talk me unless you want to keep your tongue!”

“Go fuck yourself!” is all he heard before a door slammed down the hall.

After Marik was done washing the night away, he got dressed, thinking fondly of the night before.

Chibi’s got an interesting mind. I wonder what else I can make him do?

Visions of a naked Yugi danced in his head even as he made his way down stairs to find Bakura scowling at the microwave. He looked inside and saw a cheap looking microwave breakfast.

“Ryou not back?”

“No.” came a growl. The white haired thief looked at Marik and raised an eyebrow. “Where you going?”

“Takin’ my bitch to see the bitch.” He looked at Bakura. “Just stop it okay? It’s bad enough he calls me ‘Yami-chan’, I don’t want to deal with his clinging and crying.”

“Not my problem.”

“I think it is.” Marik stood in front Bakura, staring him down. “You hurt him anymore, and you’ll find a new meaning to the word pain.”

Bakura stared right back. “You don’t scare me ‘Tomb Keeper’.”

Marik growled and flicked out his knife. “Say that again!”

Bakura grinned. “Aren’t you in a mood today? Couldn’t get laid?”

“Shut up.” Marik put his knife away and hopped up on the counter. “When will that be done.”

“I dunno. I need to steal a better one.”

They heard a thump and some giggles and just shook their heads. The next thing they knew, Malik bounded into the kitchen right into Bakura’s arms. The Egyptian laid his head on the thief’s shoulder and looked at his yami.

“Do we have to leave right now?”

“Malik, I don’t have time for this shit! Do you want to go to Ishizu’s or not?”

Malik stuck his tongue out and looked up at Bakura. “Do you like it? I’m wearing ‘boy’ clothes today.”

“Barely.” Bakura ran his hands over Malik’s blue jean clad ass and up his shirt. “Why are in a tank top? It’s not so hot out.”

“You seem to like it.”

“Bakura!” Marik growled, yanking his hikari away. “Stop playing games! Either you don’t want him anymore or you do!” He yanked Malik close to him and pointed in his face. “And you need to stop fucking around! I got places to be!”

Malik tried to push him off but it quickly became a game of tug-o-war with Malik’s arm, ending with the boy on the floor, crying.

“OW MARIK! You can’t treat me this way! Ishizu says you’re not to treat me this way –ow!”

Marik kicked him in the leg. “Get up bitch.” He shoved Bakura’s shoulder playfully. “See you in about twenty. Need anything?”

Bakura retrieved his pancakes from the microwave. “Cigarettes, booze, condoms.”

“Gee, you’re a complicated kinda guy Bakura!”

“I know…” the thief took out his pocket knife and began slicing up the pancakes.

Marik saw Malik crawling away and gave him a swift kick in the butt.

“OW!”

“Get going!”

“I HATE YOU!”

“GET!”

Another yelp and then, “Yami-chan, can I drive?”

As the door slammed, Bakura could only laugh.

Yamis

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*Courtesy of The BabyStars
*Couldn’t get a chapter out yesterday, I was moving from dorm to dorm and boy it was hard work! God damn I was tired yesterday.
*Good things come to those who wait!
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