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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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88
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Nector of fools
That afternoon Yuugi was awoken about a half hour later by the sound of Yami
and his hung over father coming through the door.
"Real smart Aki, don't you know the pretty ones are cops?" Yami asked.
"What ever, I'm going to bed." Yuugi heard an unfamiliar older man's voice
followed by heavy low foot steps going upstairs. Yami walked back into the
parlor with Yugi and chills for a moment as Yuugi was waking up.
"Good afternoon little one." Yami said before Malik came into the parlor. "You
pric, you were supposed to stop over last night." Yami turned to him.
"I was buisy ass hole!" Malik threw a baggie at him. Yami picked it up from the floor
and gave it a wiff.
"Ah, fresh." Yami said when he got up off the couch.
"Rayou here?" Malik asked as Yami noticed Marik by his side.
"Who's your girlfriend?" Yami laughed at the small blonde hiding behind Malik.
"Fuck you." Malik pushed Yami.
"Chill out, you may need this all to yourself Mr. Anger Management. " Yami pushed him
back. Then the three in the parlor doorway disapeared upstairs. Yuugi sat on the couch and
pulled a deck of cards out of his back pack and played 'solitair' with his duel monster cards.
He was feeling down and a little board, and a little lonely until an hour later when Yami came
back down stairs smelling like a sweet smelling smoke and malt liquor on his breath as he spoke.
Yami smiled at him when he saw what he was doing. Yuugi thought he was gonna make fun of him
until he spoke.
"Hey cool, I used to play that game along time ago. Yuugi felt a wave of relief when his big friend
sat on the oposite end of the couch were his second player deck was. "Can I play or will your imaginary
friend get jealous?"
"I would rather play a game with you." Yuugi said low toned.
After a few minutes when they started playing heavy slow foot steps sounded down the stairs nearing the
parlor. Yami stopped playing and got up and walked to the doorway. His dad was walking wobbly through
the door. Yami was blocking him from getting through.
"Get out of my way." He said.
"Aki how many did you have?" Yami asked.
"Get away, POT HEAD!" He threw an almost emty beer bottle at Yami, nailiing him in his shoulder.
"Go back to bed your drunk." Yami lead him back into the kitchen. Yuugi could still hear them through
the door way.
"You think your better than me, I'm ......I'm not drunk, your drunk, and high!" His voice was low toned but
loud and scary to hear. "Get a job you fuckin' loser." Yuugi heard stuff being thrown around. He peeked off the
couch toward the doorway and saw Yami thrown against the trashcan. garbage exploded all over the place. Yami
got back up and fought back with Aki. Yuugi sat back hearing the sounds of body falls and felt the house shake.
"I AM NOT DRUNK!" One final blow against the wall. Yuugi could of sworn Aki bashed the wall with his voice. "I'M
OUT OF HERE!" Aki slams the kitchen door and leaves. Yami limps back into the parlor with a black eye, fat lip, and
bruises all over. He limped over to the parlor window and looked out and spoke with muffled words as if his jaw was
broken.
"MOTHER FUCKER!" He spat blood as he talked. "He's passed out on the lawn." He said then spit blood on the dirty
rug. "Don't go outside." He limped slowy toward the couch. Before he collapsed on the couch his kicked the tiny coffe
table into the tv, the phone went through the screen and the magazines were covering the floor. Yami turned his head so Yugi
wouldn't see him cry but he noticed anyway. He leaned over his lap to spit blood on the floor. "Ass hole." Yami was talking about
aki.
"Yami......" Yuugi scooted over when he didn't answere. "Hey." Yami still payed him no mind. Yuugi put his hand on his
back and rubbed circles on it. Yami realizing Yuugi was just making sure he was alright, put an arm around the adorable
little teen.
"You deal with this too." Yami stated.
"Yes...but not this bad." He said feeling like his problems were petty compared to this.
"I'm going upstairs." Yami went upstairs. Yuugi was sure he was going to get high again. "I need a hit."
TBC..........
**********************************
I guess I'm doing fine, I think I improved since I first got here.....
and his hung over father coming through the door.
"Real smart Aki, don't you know the pretty ones are cops?" Yami asked.
"What ever, I'm going to bed." Yuugi heard an unfamiliar older man's voice
followed by heavy low foot steps going upstairs. Yami walked back into the
parlor with Yugi and chills for a moment as Yuugi was waking up.
"Good afternoon little one." Yami said before Malik came into the parlor. "You
pric, you were supposed to stop over last night." Yami turned to him.
"I was buisy ass hole!" Malik threw a baggie at him. Yami picked it up from the floor
and gave it a wiff.
"Ah, fresh." Yami said when he got up off the couch.
"Rayou here?" Malik asked as Yami noticed Marik by his side.
"Who's your girlfriend?" Yami laughed at the small blonde hiding behind Malik.
"Fuck you." Malik pushed Yami.
"Chill out, you may need this all to yourself Mr. Anger Management. " Yami pushed him
back. Then the three in the parlor doorway disapeared upstairs. Yuugi sat on the couch and
pulled a deck of cards out of his back pack and played 'solitair' with his duel monster cards.
He was feeling down and a little board, and a little lonely until an hour later when Yami came
back down stairs smelling like a sweet smelling smoke and malt liquor on his breath as he spoke.
Yami smiled at him when he saw what he was doing. Yuugi thought he was gonna make fun of him
until he spoke.
"Hey cool, I used to play that game along time ago. Yuugi felt a wave of relief when his big friend
sat on the oposite end of the couch were his second player deck was. "Can I play or will your imaginary
friend get jealous?"
"I would rather play a game with you." Yuugi said low toned.
After a few minutes when they started playing heavy slow foot steps sounded down the stairs nearing the
parlor. Yami stopped playing and got up and walked to the doorway. His dad was walking wobbly through
the door. Yami was blocking him from getting through.
"Get out of my way." He said.
"Aki how many did you have?" Yami asked.
"Get away, POT HEAD!" He threw an almost emty beer bottle at Yami, nailiing him in his shoulder.
"Go back to bed your drunk." Yami lead him back into the kitchen. Yuugi could still hear them through
the door way.
"You think your better than me, I'm ......I'm not drunk, your drunk, and high!" His voice was low toned but
loud and scary to hear. "Get a job you fuckin' loser." Yuugi heard stuff being thrown around. He peeked off the
couch toward the doorway and saw Yami thrown against the trashcan. garbage exploded all over the place. Yami
got back up and fought back with Aki. Yuugi sat back hearing the sounds of body falls and felt the house shake.
"I AM NOT DRUNK!" One final blow against the wall. Yuugi could of sworn Aki bashed the wall with his voice. "I'M
OUT OF HERE!" Aki slams the kitchen door and leaves. Yami limps back into the parlor with a black eye, fat lip, and
bruises all over. He limped over to the parlor window and looked out and spoke with muffled words as if his jaw was
broken.
"MOTHER FUCKER!" He spat blood as he talked. "He's passed out on the lawn." He said then spit blood on the dirty
rug. "Don't go outside." He limped slowy toward the couch. Before he collapsed on the couch his kicked the tiny coffe
table into the tv, the phone went through the screen and the magazines were covering the floor. Yami turned his head so Yugi
wouldn't see him cry but he noticed anyway. He leaned over his lap to spit blood on the floor. "Ass hole." Yami was talking about
aki.
"Yami......" Yuugi scooted over when he didn't answere. "Hey." Yami still payed him no mind. Yuugi put his hand on his
back and rubbed circles on it. Yami realizing Yuugi was just making sure he was alright, put an arm around the adorable
little teen.
"You deal with this too." Yami stated.
"Yes...but not this bad." He said feeling like his problems were petty compared to this.
"I'm going upstairs." Yami went upstairs. Yuugi was sure he was going to get high again. "I need a hit."
TBC..........
**********************************
I guess I'm doing fine, I think I improved since I first got here.....