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Night Walk
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,976
Reviews:
40
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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.
Say What
Night Walk
Summary: *shrugs* Read it and See
Disclaimer: I don’t own YGO.
Warning:None
Author’s Note: BlacKat, I didn’t mean your real name. I meant I wanted people to put their user names. But thanx! ^w^ yami990 Welcome to the fold, however, you’ll need to write more than that! I’ll even take a little face like Chisisi! ^w^…onto the fic ne?
Say What
Varon and Jou sat in the shade, watching people go by and commenting on what was going on in each other’s lives. The Aussie’s motorcycle was standing neck to the tree as the brunette wasn’t about to let the expensive machine out of his site. It was very important to him as it was one of the few things he hadn’t had to steal.
“How’s life with Ryou?”
“Clean. Quiet. Orderly.”
The brunette scoffed. “British?”
“I guess…every time I talk to him, he’ll stop me and ask me questions to figure out what I want…”
“Bastard.”
“Eh?” Jou finished his fries and wiped them on his worn jeans. “What’s wrong with that?”
“’Member wot he’s always saying ‘bout yer English? He’s an ass!”
Jou shrugged. “Whatevva man. He cooks well and he cleans without ya askin’!”
Varon shook his head. “Oi couldn’t do it…though sometimes Oi wish Oi could ask Mai t’live wif me…but moi place is way too small…and Oi’m just a ‘ningen’.”
The blond sighed, lifting his soda. “Here’s to us Man. Two guys just tryin’ t’make it!”
They toasted soda cups and laughed, Jou looking at the sky through the trees. It was nearly four and he hadn’t found a single place to get hired all day. All this sun was making him tired anyway, so maybe he’d just head home.
“Hey V, I’m gonna go on home man. I have ta wash my work shirts and eat before Ryou arrives with Dartz and starts the fuck marathon.”
Varon clapped his hands over his ears. “Arful! Oi didn’t need t’hear all that!”
Jou laughed and stood up, shooting his trash into a nearby basket and scooping up his bag. “Catch ya later man!”
“Yeah…later.”
He watched Jou leave through tired eyes, realizing he had nothing to do for the rest of the day and probably most of the night. Maybe Mai was right. Maybe he did need to get a job.
****
When Jou got back to the apartment, it was nearly five. He’d forgotten he was farther away from the high rise penthouse than he’d thought. The evening doorman gave him a nasty look and he shook his head once he was inside.
He was really sick of it.
He took the elevator up, ignoring the man inside and trying to focus on his plan for tomorrow. He’d have no time to go walking around for the rest of the week, so maybe he could call and get some interviews set up for next Monday. When he left the elevator, he was relieved to put his key in the door and go in. He heard some chatter and smiled. Apparently people were over.
However, the chatter stopped as soon as he closed the door. He heard Ryou’s voice.
“It’s Jou.”
“Oh…” that was Yugi.
Then the sound of a soda can opening. “He’s living here?”
Malik.
“Yeah, he’s been here a week.”
Ryou.
“That’s great Ryou! I’d heard Jou had it pretty bad at home.”
Yugi.
“That’s an understatement. He was living in a real dump and don’t even get me started on his father. I think that’s why Jou sounds the way he does. The man was probably drunk during his developmental phase so many of the words he heard were slurred and grammatically incorrect.”
Jou felt as if he’d been smacked. It was one thing for him to talk about his home life, one thing for him to talk about his speaking, but no one talked about his father that way. No one.
A giggle was heard. “That could hurt his feelings Ryou!”
“Malik, please! He’s a tough guy right? Besides, it was truly despicable in there. I’m helping him. I’m setting an example everyday of how one should live and talk.”
He heard a sigh. Yugi.
“Jou’s a good person. He’s getting by the best way he knows how. Leave it alone.”
“Yes well…he eats like no tomorrow and the grocery budget is quite thin as it is…I’m going to start having Kaiba’s people feed him or else I won’t be able to feed myself. He’s really great and all…but he eats like Marik and Bakura put together.”
Malik giggled. “Growing boys need food!”
“Jou is six two Malik. God and have I told you how atrocious his Japanese is!? I can’t talk to him in either language really my ears are like ‘please stop’!”
They all laughed and Jou leaned against the door, his hair over his eyes.
No, really Ryou, tell me what you really think.
“And he even has fewer clothes than I used to! I did his laundry once and everything has seen better days, but he does have amazingly white work shirts!”
Another soda can opened. “You guys…”
“Oh please Yugi. Jou isn’t your friend anymore.”
“Yes he is…We just haven’t hung out…in like…a long, long time.”
Malik snickered. “Going to tell him about all the boy whore comments?”
“Shut up!”
Ryou gasped. “And I was forgetting his music! Rap music is awful! He has both American and Japanese and my goodness the bass –and the language! Then he turns on that rock stuff! Give me a good sonata any day…some violins, some flutes…perfect.”
“What does Dartz think?”
Yugi.
“Just between us…Dartz thinks he’s trash. He doesn’t like it when Jou’s here and we’re trying to…I mean, we’re in the bedroom and I don’t care, but Dartz is…pretty…”
“You’re saying he’s a snobbish jerk?”
They all laughed and began talking about other gossip.
Jou had heard enough. He went to his room and tossed his things down. Ryou had made his bed and folded the scratched up paper and put it on his bed.
The blond snorted and slipped on his house shoes. He walked to the kitchen, ignoring the silence that fell when he went in. He got some water and went back to his room.
So I’m a bother huh? Nice t’hear. Thought everyone was turning over new leaves. Guess not…
He opened the drawer and took out a small black binder. He opened it and looked at his account information and the figures he’d projected.
So far, he didn’t even have enough for the type of Varon lived in.
He dug out a calculator and began to run new numbers. He would make it work.
Jou rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock. It was now near seven. He’d been at it for hours and he still hadn’t come up with a solution.
He sighed, putting away all his papers and closed the binder, putting it back in the drawer.
I need a better job. I need my own place…I need to get out of here…
A knock on the door came and was opened slowly. Ryou peeked in, Yugi and Malik behind him.
“Yugi and Malik are staying over. We’re ordering some food. Do you want some?”
Jou snorted. “You want me to blink twice fer yes yer Highness? Sure it’s not too taxin’ on yer budget?”
Ryou blinked at him, face coloring. “I never meant it that way Jou –”
“How about, you and your friends just leave me alone. I’m nothing but a boy whore. Trash. Ain’t that right Yugi? Tell Dartz I said hello…”
The three hikari left the room feeling guilty. Malik elbowed Ryou.
“This is your fault Bambi! He totally heard us!”
“Bugger off…” the white haired boy mumbled, leading them away.
Inside, Jou shoved on his sneakers and put on a faded green t-shirt instead of the one he’d been wearing all day. He needed to get out of here.
He shut off the room light, made sure he had his keys and left, ignoring the three boys in the living room as he slammed the front door on the way out.
After walking for a long time and catching two buses, he came to an apartment complex and bounced up rusty metal grid stairs. He knocked once and stepped back, waiting.
A man answered the door, looking haggard and like he hadn’t slept for a while. He was unshaven and had dirty blond hair. His eyes widened when he saw who it was.
“Katsuya?”
“Hey Old Man…you mind if I cook us some dinner?”
The man nodded and let him inside, closing the door on the humid night air.
****
*Courtesy of Da Pump
*I’m not happy with this chapter….
Summary: *shrugs* Read it and See
Disclaimer: I don’t own YGO.
Warning:None
Author’s Note: BlacKat, I didn’t mean your real name. I meant I wanted people to put their user names. But thanx! ^w^ yami990 Welcome to the fold, however, you’ll need to write more than that! I’ll even take a little face like Chisisi! ^w^…onto the fic ne?
Say What
Varon and Jou sat in the shade, watching people go by and commenting on what was going on in each other’s lives. The Aussie’s motorcycle was standing neck to the tree as the brunette wasn’t about to let the expensive machine out of his site. It was very important to him as it was one of the few things he hadn’t had to steal.
“How’s life with Ryou?”
“Clean. Quiet. Orderly.”
The brunette scoffed. “British?”
“I guess…every time I talk to him, he’ll stop me and ask me questions to figure out what I want…”
“Bastard.”
“Eh?” Jou finished his fries and wiped them on his worn jeans. “What’s wrong with that?”
“’Member wot he’s always saying ‘bout yer English? He’s an ass!”
Jou shrugged. “Whatevva man. He cooks well and he cleans without ya askin’!”
Varon shook his head. “Oi couldn’t do it…though sometimes Oi wish Oi could ask Mai t’live wif me…but moi place is way too small…and Oi’m just a ‘ningen’.”
The blond sighed, lifting his soda. “Here’s to us Man. Two guys just tryin’ t’make it!”
They toasted soda cups and laughed, Jou looking at the sky through the trees. It was nearly four and he hadn’t found a single place to get hired all day. All this sun was making him tired anyway, so maybe he’d just head home.
“Hey V, I’m gonna go on home man. I have ta wash my work shirts and eat before Ryou arrives with Dartz and starts the fuck marathon.”
Varon clapped his hands over his ears. “Arful! Oi didn’t need t’hear all that!”
Jou laughed and stood up, shooting his trash into a nearby basket and scooping up his bag. “Catch ya later man!”
“Yeah…later.”
He watched Jou leave through tired eyes, realizing he had nothing to do for the rest of the day and probably most of the night. Maybe Mai was right. Maybe he did need to get a job.
****
When Jou got back to the apartment, it was nearly five. He’d forgotten he was farther away from the high rise penthouse than he’d thought. The evening doorman gave him a nasty look and he shook his head once he was inside.
He was really sick of it.
He took the elevator up, ignoring the man inside and trying to focus on his plan for tomorrow. He’d have no time to go walking around for the rest of the week, so maybe he could call and get some interviews set up for next Monday. When he left the elevator, he was relieved to put his key in the door and go in. He heard some chatter and smiled. Apparently people were over.
However, the chatter stopped as soon as he closed the door. He heard Ryou’s voice.
“It’s Jou.”
“Oh…” that was Yugi.
Then the sound of a soda can opening. “He’s living here?”
Malik.
“Yeah, he’s been here a week.”
Ryou.
“That’s great Ryou! I’d heard Jou had it pretty bad at home.”
Yugi.
“That’s an understatement. He was living in a real dump and don’t even get me started on his father. I think that’s why Jou sounds the way he does. The man was probably drunk during his developmental phase so many of the words he heard were slurred and grammatically incorrect.”
Jou felt as if he’d been smacked. It was one thing for him to talk about his home life, one thing for him to talk about his speaking, but no one talked about his father that way. No one.
A giggle was heard. “That could hurt his feelings Ryou!”
“Malik, please! He’s a tough guy right? Besides, it was truly despicable in there. I’m helping him. I’m setting an example everyday of how one should live and talk.”
He heard a sigh. Yugi.
“Jou’s a good person. He’s getting by the best way he knows how. Leave it alone.”
“Yes well…he eats like no tomorrow and the grocery budget is quite thin as it is…I’m going to start having Kaiba’s people feed him or else I won’t be able to feed myself. He’s really great and all…but he eats like Marik and Bakura put together.”
Malik giggled. “Growing boys need food!”
“Jou is six two Malik. God and have I told you how atrocious his Japanese is!? I can’t talk to him in either language really my ears are like ‘please stop’!”
They all laughed and Jou leaned against the door, his hair over his eyes.
No, really Ryou, tell me what you really think.
“And he even has fewer clothes than I used to! I did his laundry once and everything has seen better days, but he does have amazingly white work shirts!”
Another soda can opened. “You guys…”
“Oh please Yugi. Jou isn’t your friend anymore.”
“Yes he is…We just haven’t hung out…in like…a long, long time.”
Malik snickered. “Going to tell him about all the boy whore comments?”
“Shut up!”
Ryou gasped. “And I was forgetting his music! Rap music is awful! He has both American and Japanese and my goodness the bass –and the language! Then he turns on that rock stuff! Give me a good sonata any day…some violins, some flutes…perfect.”
“What does Dartz think?”
Yugi.
“Just between us…Dartz thinks he’s trash. He doesn’t like it when Jou’s here and we’re trying to…I mean, we’re in the bedroom and I don’t care, but Dartz is…pretty…”
“You’re saying he’s a snobbish jerk?”
They all laughed and began talking about other gossip.
Jou had heard enough. He went to his room and tossed his things down. Ryou had made his bed and folded the scratched up paper and put it on his bed.
The blond snorted and slipped on his house shoes. He walked to the kitchen, ignoring the silence that fell when he went in. He got some water and went back to his room.
So I’m a bother huh? Nice t’hear. Thought everyone was turning over new leaves. Guess not…
He opened the drawer and took out a small black binder. He opened it and looked at his account information and the figures he’d projected.
So far, he didn’t even have enough for the type of Varon lived in.
He dug out a calculator and began to run new numbers. He would make it work.
Jou rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock. It was now near seven. He’d been at it for hours and he still hadn’t come up with a solution.
He sighed, putting away all his papers and closed the binder, putting it back in the drawer.
I need a better job. I need my own place…I need to get out of here…
A knock on the door came and was opened slowly. Ryou peeked in, Yugi and Malik behind him.
“Yugi and Malik are staying over. We’re ordering some food. Do you want some?”
Jou snorted. “You want me to blink twice fer yes yer Highness? Sure it’s not too taxin’ on yer budget?”
Ryou blinked at him, face coloring. “I never meant it that way Jou –”
“How about, you and your friends just leave me alone. I’m nothing but a boy whore. Trash. Ain’t that right Yugi? Tell Dartz I said hello…”
The three hikari left the room feeling guilty. Malik elbowed Ryou.
“This is your fault Bambi! He totally heard us!”
“Bugger off…” the white haired boy mumbled, leading them away.
Inside, Jou shoved on his sneakers and put on a faded green t-shirt instead of the one he’d been wearing all day. He needed to get out of here.
He shut off the room light, made sure he had his keys and left, ignoring the three boys in the living room as he slammed the front door on the way out.
After walking for a long time and catching two buses, he came to an apartment complex and bounced up rusty metal grid stairs. He knocked once and stepped back, waiting.
A man answered the door, looking haggard and like he hadn’t slept for a while. He was unshaven and had dirty blond hair. His eyes widened when he saw who it was.
“Katsuya?”
“Hey Old Man…you mind if I cook us some dinner?”
The man nodded and let him inside, closing the door on the humid night air.
****
*Courtesy of Da Pump
*I’m not happy with this chapter….