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Yu-Gi-Oh › Het - Male/Female
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,950
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Delivery Boy's a girl?
As Yami opened the door, he noticed that delivery boy, was in fact a girl. And a quite attractive one at that. [Wow] Yami thought.
“Hi, I have an order here for Atemu Mutou? You him?” She asked. Yami couldn’t help but stare at her full lips as she spoke. “Hello?”
Yami snapped out his trance to nod and invite the girl in. Normally the girl would refuse, but she was going to be off of work after this delivery so she walked in.
Yami watched the sway in her slightly larger hips, almost hidden underneath her long, thick-like hair. She took off her jacket, which resembled the Italian flag. Its removal revealed smooth caramel skin and a somewhat small waist. When Yami took a better look at her, from the front she seemed like a slightly off hourglass, and on the small of her back, there was a hieroglyph of a phoenix that looked like it had been branded on her. As she set everything up on the kitchen table, Yami snapped back to conciouness after he recigized her speaking in egyptain to him in a soft, fluid-like voice.
“That’ll be 50 even.” She spoke softly. She looked up at him violet eyes hoping for a response. But unfortunately, the eyes Yami saw reminded him so much of his hikari.
“What?” Yami spoke as he slightly leaned forward. It looked as though he was about to kiss her when all of a sudden it felt like his hand was burnt. “What the fuck?” He shouted.
“That will be 50 even.” The girl said again. Yami quickly paid her while trying to figure out how his hand was burnt. “I’m sorry about that,” she spoke again, “usually it’s my brother that gets all the people that want to screw the delivery person.”
“It’s okay, you reminded me of my ex. He left me a couple of weeks ago.” Yami said as he hung his head low.
“What’s your point?” Yami looked at the girl confused. “Look, I know you’re probably still hurting, but that doesn’t mean that you will have to live your life as a hermit because one little breakup. NO matter how serious the relationship is, it wasn’t meant to be if it ends suddenly. I learned that with my last relationship.”
“Oh”
An with that, Yami and the delivery girl carried out their conversation. It helped Yami a lot, and he knew that his heart would heal. Then he would find someone else who could handle being in a relationship with him.
“Hi, I have an order here for Atemu Mutou? You him?” She asked. Yami couldn’t help but stare at her full lips as she spoke. “Hello?”
Yami snapped out his trance to nod and invite the girl in. Normally the girl would refuse, but she was going to be off of work after this delivery so she walked in.
Yami watched the sway in her slightly larger hips, almost hidden underneath her long, thick-like hair. She took off her jacket, which resembled the Italian flag. Its removal revealed smooth caramel skin and a somewhat small waist. When Yami took a better look at her, from the front she seemed like a slightly off hourglass, and on the small of her back, there was a hieroglyph of a phoenix that looked like it had been branded on her. As she set everything up on the kitchen table, Yami snapped back to conciouness after he recigized her speaking in egyptain to him in a soft, fluid-like voice.
“That’ll be 50 even.” She spoke softly. She looked up at him violet eyes hoping for a response. But unfortunately, the eyes Yami saw reminded him so much of his hikari.
“What?” Yami spoke as he slightly leaned forward. It looked as though he was about to kiss her when all of a sudden it felt like his hand was burnt. “What the fuck?” He shouted.
“That will be 50 even.” The girl said again. Yami quickly paid her while trying to figure out how his hand was burnt. “I’m sorry about that,” she spoke again, “usually it’s my brother that gets all the people that want to screw the delivery person.”
“It’s okay, you reminded me of my ex. He left me a couple of weeks ago.” Yami said as he hung his head low.
“What’s your point?” Yami looked at the girl confused. “Look, I know you’re probably still hurting, but that doesn’t mean that you will have to live your life as a hermit because one little breakup. NO matter how serious the relationship is, it wasn’t meant to be if it ends suddenly. I learned that with my last relationship.”
“Oh”
An with that, Yami and the delivery girl carried out their conversation. It helped Yami a lot, and he knew that his heart would heal. Then he would find someone else who could handle being in a relationship with him.