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Kimi ga Iru
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
7,687
Reviews:
73
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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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.
You go Your Way
Kimi ga Iru
Summary: Angry hikaris hurt hikaris and drivin’ on the sidewalk!
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: Implied
You Go Your Way
When Yugi reached the Kame game shop, he realized that walking home had been a poor choice. It seemed that Anzu had not only given his diary to the students of Domino, but other high schools as well. The whole time he’d been walking, there wasn’t a person between the ages of 21 and 14 who didn’t point and laugh or shake their head in his direction.
He clutched the straps on his backpack and entered the shop. He immediately saw that Yami had come home from his latest endorsement photo shoot. His dark had been gone for a week to Tokyo and was now talking to Otogi Ryuuji, the Dice King, about their mutual portfolios, which they both eagerly showed off to each other.
“Yami!” Otogi whistled appreciatively. “Where’d they find all these beautiful girls to pose with you?”
“I have no idea!” Yami grinned. “But they were quite eager to get autographs in several places if you know what I mean!”
He and Otogi shared a knowing laugh before the Pharaoh stopped, noticing Yugi.
“Aibou! Look at these! I’ve just –”
Yugi walked past both of them and disappeared upstairs. He could care what Yami had to show him. He went to his room and slammed the door, locking it. Walking over to his bed, he saw the remains of his diary. The pages had been crudely ripped out and stuffed back into the binding. On top of the damaged cover lay a handwritten note. He leaned over and read it.
Thanx a Bunch! Anzu!
He took the whole thing and dumped it in the waste basket. He was done. He threw down his things and prepared himself to take a bath.
Hopefully, the hot water would ease more than his bruises.
**
Marik and Malik cracked up as they watched Ryou scream and hit Bakura, crying his rage for all of them to see.
“And NOW he hates me!” Ryou hit Bakura with the millennium ring and kicked him repeatedly. “You’re going in the ring!” He cried more and continued to hit at his yami. “Every time I think you’ve made progress you do this! I hate you Bakura! I hate you!”
The white haired teen ran upstairs crying, forgetting to punish his yami, while Marik howled, doubling over. Malik went over to the bewildered thief, smiling and smoothing his mussed hair.
He cupped Bakura’s face. “Bakura-san! How could you? Now Yugi hates me!” He grinned as his own yami, rolling on the floor, began to tear up at his imitation.
Bakura snorted and knocked Malik’s hands away. “Hurting that midget will get under Pharaoh’s skin. He’ll find out that Yami showed us his secrets and he’ll hate the Pharaoh, not me!”
Malik grinned again and ran his hand over Bakura’s cheek, marveling at the smooth alabaster skin. He kissed him, wrapping his hands around the thief’s neck.
“Show me what you stole from that bitch as payment…”
The thief smiled and nibbled the blonde’s ear. “I’ll do more than that…” He dragged the hikari towards the stairs, leaving Marik on the floor.
After they disappeared, the Egyptian recovered. He sat up off the floor and ran a hand through his unruly spikes of blond. He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lighting it before he got up.
So, they revealed all of Yugi’s secret’s huh? That ought to take that wide eyed bitch down a notch. Maybe after this he’ll stop with that goodie two shoes friendship act. He went upstairs and rolled his eyes at the obscene noises coming from his hikari’s room.
For a hikari, he sure is a slut…
He went into his own room and recovered his keys from a pair of pants on the floor, making a mental note to tell Ryou to wash his clothes. He bounded down the stairs and left the house, mounting his motorcycle and roaring off down the street.
**
Yugi shuffled back to his room in his Scape Goat robe, the fluffy garment nearly touching the ground. During his bath, he’d noticed all the bruises on his body and was now extremely tired. He’d done his best with the cuts on his face and could probably depend on his body to take care of the rest.
He saw Yami outside of his down and frowned, setting his jaw. What was he doing.
When the spirit finally acknowledged him, he looked surprised to see Yugi outside his bedroom, and flushed, embarrassed.
“Aibou, I was knocking at your door! I didn’t realize –”
“Why didn’t you just go in without permission like you usually do?”
The Pharaoh waxed confusion. “What?”
Yugi went to his door and opened it. “Don’t act stupid Atemu!” The shorter teen looked down, feeling tears return to his eyes. “I trusted you…and you –”
“Aibou! What are you talking about?”
“Don’t call me ‘aibou’. I trusted you Yami! Pharaoh!” Yugi let the tears fall. “How could you let people in my room!?”
Yami clenched and unclenched his fists and tried to explain. “I was just showing our friends your new –”
“Your friends Pharaoh. Not mine!” He glared at the spirit’s face. “No friends of mine would sneak into my room, read my diary and spread my secrets all around school!”
“I never –”
“Liar! You let Bakura in here! You let Anzu in here! They stole my diary Yami! They stole it and copied for the whole world to see! How were you not apart of it?!”
Yugi was yelling now, the tears falling faster down his face as he accused Yami of betraying him. His robe was loosening and a shoulder fell, causing Yami to gasp. He’d caught sight of a bruise. It was a raging violet, deeper and darker than Yugi’s eyes.
“Yugi…” he reached forward. “Aibou, your shoulder –”
“Oh! And that’s a message from Anzu!” The petite teen wiped his eyes. “She wants you to know that under no terms does anyone else have the right to love you and that it was nice of me to try and spread rumors about us through you! What rumors Atemu?! What the hell is she talking about?”
Yami was at a loss. “I just –so no one would date you –Aibou, please listen –”
“For what you whore?!”
Yami was taken aback and Yugi continued. “Yeah! You heard me! I know how you are! I know what you do! I tried to ignore it, tried to believe you loved me when I had that little crush on you, but I know different!”
Yugi pushed the spirit back. “How dare you! You’re the biggest ass –” He stopped himself, becoming overwhelmed. He threw up his hands and went in his room, slamming the door in Yami’s face.
He leaned against the door and sobbed.
Why, why, why, why!
****
*Woot! Two chappies, one day! Enjoy!
*Does any one listen to Chemistry? If so…do those titles look familiar? *snickers* Yesh, I luff them! ^w^
*Schwarzwald says review or die! I love all ya’ll! *blows kiss*
Summary: Angry hikaris hurt hikaris and drivin’ on the sidewalk!
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: Implied
You Go Your Way
When Yugi reached the Kame game shop, he realized that walking home had been a poor choice. It seemed that Anzu had not only given his diary to the students of Domino, but other high schools as well. The whole time he’d been walking, there wasn’t a person between the ages of 21 and 14 who didn’t point and laugh or shake their head in his direction.
He clutched the straps on his backpack and entered the shop. He immediately saw that Yami had come home from his latest endorsement photo shoot. His dark had been gone for a week to Tokyo and was now talking to Otogi Ryuuji, the Dice King, about their mutual portfolios, which they both eagerly showed off to each other.
“Yami!” Otogi whistled appreciatively. “Where’d they find all these beautiful girls to pose with you?”
“I have no idea!” Yami grinned. “But they were quite eager to get autographs in several places if you know what I mean!”
He and Otogi shared a knowing laugh before the Pharaoh stopped, noticing Yugi.
“Aibou! Look at these! I’ve just –”
Yugi walked past both of them and disappeared upstairs. He could care what Yami had to show him. He went to his room and slammed the door, locking it. Walking over to his bed, he saw the remains of his diary. The pages had been crudely ripped out and stuffed back into the binding. On top of the damaged cover lay a handwritten note. He leaned over and read it.
Thanx a Bunch! Anzu!
He took the whole thing and dumped it in the waste basket. He was done. He threw down his things and prepared himself to take a bath.
Hopefully, the hot water would ease more than his bruises.
**
Marik and Malik cracked up as they watched Ryou scream and hit Bakura, crying his rage for all of them to see.
“And NOW he hates me!” Ryou hit Bakura with the millennium ring and kicked him repeatedly. “You’re going in the ring!” He cried more and continued to hit at his yami. “Every time I think you’ve made progress you do this! I hate you Bakura! I hate you!”
The white haired teen ran upstairs crying, forgetting to punish his yami, while Marik howled, doubling over. Malik went over to the bewildered thief, smiling and smoothing his mussed hair.
He cupped Bakura’s face. “Bakura-san! How could you? Now Yugi hates me!” He grinned as his own yami, rolling on the floor, began to tear up at his imitation.
Bakura snorted and knocked Malik’s hands away. “Hurting that midget will get under Pharaoh’s skin. He’ll find out that Yami showed us his secrets and he’ll hate the Pharaoh, not me!”
Malik grinned again and ran his hand over Bakura’s cheek, marveling at the smooth alabaster skin. He kissed him, wrapping his hands around the thief’s neck.
“Show me what you stole from that bitch as payment…”
The thief smiled and nibbled the blonde’s ear. “I’ll do more than that…” He dragged the hikari towards the stairs, leaving Marik on the floor.
After they disappeared, the Egyptian recovered. He sat up off the floor and ran a hand through his unruly spikes of blond. He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lighting it before he got up.
So, they revealed all of Yugi’s secret’s huh? That ought to take that wide eyed bitch down a notch. Maybe after this he’ll stop with that goodie two shoes friendship act. He went upstairs and rolled his eyes at the obscene noises coming from his hikari’s room.
For a hikari, he sure is a slut…
He went into his own room and recovered his keys from a pair of pants on the floor, making a mental note to tell Ryou to wash his clothes. He bounded down the stairs and left the house, mounting his motorcycle and roaring off down the street.
**
Yugi shuffled back to his room in his Scape Goat robe, the fluffy garment nearly touching the ground. During his bath, he’d noticed all the bruises on his body and was now extremely tired. He’d done his best with the cuts on his face and could probably depend on his body to take care of the rest.
He saw Yami outside of his down and frowned, setting his jaw. What was he doing.
When the spirit finally acknowledged him, he looked surprised to see Yugi outside his bedroom, and flushed, embarrassed.
“Aibou, I was knocking at your door! I didn’t realize –”
“Why didn’t you just go in without permission like you usually do?”
The Pharaoh waxed confusion. “What?”
Yugi went to his door and opened it. “Don’t act stupid Atemu!” The shorter teen looked down, feeling tears return to his eyes. “I trusted you…and you –”
“Aibou! What are you talking about?”
“Don’t call me ‘aibou’. I trusted you Yami! Pharaoh!” Yugi let the tears fall. “How could you let people in my room!?”
Yami clenched and unclenched his fists and tried to explain. “I was just showing our friends your new –”
“Your friends Pharaoh. Not mine!” He glared at the spirit’s face. “No friends of mine would sneak into my room, read my diary and spread my secrets all around school!”
“I never –”
“Liar! You let Bakura in here! You let Anzu in here! They stole my diary Yami! They stole it and copied for the whole world to see! How were you not apart of it?!”
Yugi was yelling now, the tears falling faster down his face as he accused Yami of betraying him. His robe was loosening and a shoulder fell, causing Yami to gasp. He’d caught sight of a bruise. It was a raging violet, deeper and darker than Yugi’s eyes.
“Yugi…” he reached forward. “Aibou, your shoulder –”
“Oh! And that’s a message from Anzu!” The petite teen wiped his eyes. “She wants you to know that under no terms does anyone else have the right to love you and that it was nice of me to try and spread rumors about us through you! What rumors Atemu?! What the hell is she talking about?”
Yami was at a loss. “I just –so no one would date you –Aibou, please listen –”
“For what you whore?!”
Yami was taken aback and Yugi continued. “Yeah! You heard me! I know how you are! I know what you do! I tried to ignore it, tried to believe you loved me when I had that little crush on you, but I know different!”
Yugi pushed the spirit back. “How dare you! You’re the biggest ass –” He stopped himself, becoming overwhelmed. He threw up his hands and went in his room, slamming the door in Yami’s face.
He leaned against the door and sobbed.
Why, why, why, why!
****
*Woot! Two chappies, one day! Enjoy!
*Does any one listen to Chemistry? If so…do those titles look familiar? *snickers* Yesh, I luff them! ^w^
*Schwarzwald says review or die! I love all ya’ll! *blows kiss*