Kimi ga Iru
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
7,690
Reviews:
73
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Mirage in Blue
Kimi ga Iru
Summary: Yugi's private rant
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, Kura-chan and Slut Malik
Mirage in Blue
Yugi pushed himself up off of his bed with a slight groan. Somewhere, his fuzzy mind was registering the fact that he’d gone to sleep and that he also hadn’t moved during that whole time. His side felt slightly numb and he turned on his back to stare at the ceiling while he went over the day’s events.
That’s right…I was beaten up by a bunch of girls… As much as the bruises on his body hurt, he couldn’t help but be struck by the hilarity of it. Sure he could throw down in a card game, but in real life, he was nothing.
He slowly lifted his arm and grimaced at the patch work of purple and blue he saw. He nearly matched his own hair. Glancing at the clock he realized it was a little after two a.m. and sighed. He’d been asleep since five or six and –
His stomach lurched and grumbled. I haven’t eaten a damn thing… He ran his hand through his hair and frowned again. The tri-color haired boy had neglected to brush out his spikes before crying himself to sleep and now had to deal with the knots. He sighed and slowly got up, his entire body protesting as he took steps towards his dresser.
I’ll brush my hair…get out of this damn robe, then get some food. I hope Grandpa made something good.
Yugi forced his body into motion and began to brush his hair. After he was done, he slipped into his satin purple pajama pants and slipped his feet into his Kuriboh slippers. It was time to get something to eat.
He remembered the day he’d bought the pajamas. When he saw them, he’d told his Grandpa that they reminded him of the Dark Magician and just had to have them.
Of course now, everyone knows that… He’d written that in his journal as well as a few other things, like how he thought it was weird that Yami’s clothes seemed to float away from him by an unseen force and how it looked tacky.
He giggled, and then sobered as he remembered the Pharaoh’s betrayal. Everyone he’d considered friends had betrayed him. Yugi opened the fridge and poked around. There was a plate with tin foil over it, with his name written in big bold letters. He snorted and took it out. Atemu wasn’t going to gain his favor by saving him food!
He unwrapped the food and would have jumped for joy had he not been injured. It was lasagna, one of his favorites. He grabbed a fork and took a bite before heading back to his room.
Atemu. What a joke. Everyone thought the Pharaoh was this paragon of goodness and light, but Yugi knew better. He was an asshole.
When he’d first discovered the puzzle and the spirit that lay inside, he was overjoyed. He felt like for the first time in years that he was complete, like he’d found his soul mate. And soon after, all sorts of things began happening for him. He’d gained more friends, he’d gained some popularity, he’d won duels. And to top it all, he had his other half with him constantly. He use to admire Yami. The spirit was confident, articulate, tall –everything he wasn’t. His admiration had even turned into a crush at some point, but it all came crashing down after Yami and the other spirits regained their bodies.
That’s when he’d met the real Yami. The arrogant know it all that craved attention –and got it –from anyone and everyone around him. In what seemed like a second, all of Yugi’s friends were now Yami’s friends. All the duels he had won were now credited to Yami. The Pharaoh got endorsement deals, a following, hell; Grandpa had even kicked Yugi out of his room for Yami. Saying that the “older” boy needed more space than Yugi.
It all seemed to go to Yami’s head. He thought he could do anything.
He thinks he’s still Pharaoh here! But he’s not! Yugi figured that was why Yami had read his diary. Just because he could. After all, what was the privacy of someone else to a “Pharaoh” who supposedly ruled all?
Yugi went back to his room and shut the door carefully, not wanting to wake his grandfather. He plopped on his bed, and regretted it as pain shot through his body.
Aw damn it…damn you Anzu! I hope…I hope…I hope you have a miscarriage!
The out of place curse caused the boy to snicker over a mouthful of lasagna. And I hope your legs grow together Yami!
How dare the spirit try to act like he didn’t know about him sleeping with her? Her and anything that moved!
In public, Yami “Aiboued” and “Little Oned” him to death, making his choices for him, asking his friends to look out for him. He did everything to treat Yugi like a child. Even in private, where everyone believed they had some “great” bond, Yami treated him even worse. He would “gently” order Yugi around, and if Yugi asked him about his private life or what was going on, he’d tell Yugi it was none of his concern.
But he knew better.
How many calls had he listened in on from frantic girls saying they were pregnant or broken hearted boys who were about to commit suicide only to hear the Pharaoh tell them it wasn’t his problem? There were things about Yami that no one knew and he was damn luck y he hadn’t written those things in his diary.
What really pissed him off the most was that his Grandfather treated Yami like a permanent guest. Like he didn’t have to do chores or watch the game shop. Oh no, Yugi could do those things.
Yugi stabbed his lasagna savagely then, his anger boiling. I can’t believe I ever liked that creep! He’s so fake and egotistical it’s pathetic! He’s like a fucking mirage! All you see is dirt when you finally think you’ve reached the oasis!
The short teen gave a growl before he finished off his food and glared out of his window into the night.
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*Another two chapters in one day! I have this stuff written out, but no real breaks where chapters should be and I’m like actively revising as I type so, it’s like..last chapter was really only a few written paragraphs and even this chapter was originally like, only a page and a half. I’m gonna run out of Chemistry songs to title these with…
*-thinks- Well…I really like Soul’d Out, M-Flo, and Se7en
*Schwarzwald loves ya’ll, so please review! If you read my other ifcs, don’t despair, updates coming soon!
*Updates may taper off soon as I will be starting summer work and the availabilty of a computer may fly out the window. I'll try the weekend thing, i promise.
Summary: Yugi's private rant
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, Kura-chan and Slut Malik
Mirage in Blue
Yugi pushed himself up off of his bed with a slight groan. Somewhere, his fuzzy mind was registering the fact that he’d gone to sleep and that he also hadn’t moved during that whole time. His side felt slightly numb and he turned on his back to stare at the ceiling while he went over the day’s events.
That’s right…I was beaten up by a bunch of girls… As much as the bruises on his body hurt, he couldn’t help but be struck by the hilarity of it. Sure he could throw down in a card game, but in real life, he was nothing.
He slowly lifted his arm and grimaced at the patch work of purple and blue he saw. He nearly matched his own hair. Glancing at the clock he realized it was a little after two a.m. and sighed. He’d been asleep since five or six and –
His stomach lurched and grumbled. I haven’t eaten a damn thing… He ran his hand through his hair and frowned again. The tri-color haired boy had neglected to brush out his spikes before crying himself to sleep and now had to deal with the knots. He sighed and slowly got up, his entire body protesting as he took steps towards his dresser.
I’ll brush my hair…get out of this damn robe, then get some food. I hope Grandpa made something good.
Yugi forced his body into motion and began to brush his hair. After he was done, he slipped into his satin purple pajama pants and slipped his feet into his Kuriboh slippers. It was time to get something to eat.
He remembered the day he’d bought the pajamas. When he saw them, he’d told his Grandpa that they reminded him of the Dark Magician and just had to have them.
Of course now, everyone knows that… He’d written that in his journal as well as a few other things, like how he thought it was weird that Yami’s clothes seemed to float away from him by an unseen force and how it looked tacky.
He giggled, and then sobered as he remembered the Pharaoh’s betrayal. Everyone he’d considered friends had betrayed him. Yugi opened the fridge and poked around. There was a plate with tin foil over it, with his name written in big bold letters. He snorted and took it out. Atemu wasn’t going to gain his favor by saving him food!
He unwrapped the food and would have jumped for joy had he not been injured. It was lasagna, one of his favorites. He grabbed a fork and took a bite before heading back to his room.
Atemu. What a joke. Everyone thought the Pharaoh was this paragon of goodness and light, but Yugi knew better. He was an asshole.
When he’d first discovered the puzzle and the spirit that lay inside, he was overjoyed. He felt like for the first time in years that he was complete, like he’d found his soul mate. And soon after, all sorts of things began happening for him. He’d gained more friends, he’d gained some popularity, he’d won duels. And to top it all, he had his other half with him constantly. He use to admire Yami. The spirit was confident, articulate, tall –everything he wasn’t. His admiration had even turned into a crush at some point, but it all came crashing down after Yami and the other spirits regained their bodies.
That’s when he’d met the real Yami. The arrogant know it all that craved attention –and got it –from anyone and everyone around him. In what seemed like a second, all of Yugi’s friends were now Yami’s friends. All the duels he had won were now credited to Yami. The Pharaoh got endorsement deals, a following, hell; Grandpa had even kicked Yugi out of his room for Yami. Saying that the “older” boy needed more space than Yugi.
It all seemed to go to Yami’s head. He thought he could do anything.
He thinks he’s still Pharaoh here! But he’s not! Yugi figured that was why Yami had read his diary. Just because he could. After all, what was the privacy of someone else to a “Pharaoh” who supposedly ruled all?
Yugi went back to his room and shut the door carefully, not wanting to wake his grandfather. He plopped on his bed, and regretted it as pain shot through his body.
Aw damn it…damn you Anzu! I hope…I hope…I hope you have a miscarriage!
The out of place curse caused the boy to snicker over a mouthful of lasagna. And I hope your legs grow together Yami!
How dare the spirit try to act like he didn’t know about him sleeping with her? Her and anything that moved!
In public, Yami “Aiboued” and “Little Oned” him to death, making his choices for him, asking his friends to look out for him. He did everything to treat Yugi like a child. Even in private, where everyone believed they had some “great” bond, Yami treated him even worse. He would “gently” order Yugi around, and if Yugi asked him about his private life or what was going on, he’d tell Yugi it was none of his concern.
But he knew better.
How many calls had he listened in on from frantic girls saying they were pregnant or broken hearted boys who were about to commit suicide only to hear the Pharaoh tell them it wasn’t his problem? There were things about Yami that no one knew and he was damn luck y he hadn’t written those things in his diary.
What really pissed him off the most was that his Grandfather treated Yami like a permanent guest. Like he didn’t have to do chores or watch the game shop. Oh no, Yugi could do those things.
Yugi stabbed his lasagna savagely then, his anger boiling. I can’t believe I ever liked that creep! He’s so fake and egotistical it’s pathetic! He’s like a fucking mirage! All you see is dirt when you finally think you’ve reached the oasis!
The short teen gave a growl before he finished off his food and glared out of his window into the night.
****
*Another two chapters in one day! I have this stuff written out, but no real breaks where chapters should be and I’m like actively revising as I type so, it’s like..last chapter was really only a few written paragraphs and even this chapter was originally like, only a page and a half. I’m gonna run out of Chemistry songs to title these with…
*-thinks- Well…I really like Soul’d Out, M-Flo, and Se7en
*Schwarzwald loves ya’ll, so please review! If you read my other ifcs, don’t despair, updates coming soon!
*Updates may taper off soon as I will be starting summer work and the availabilty of a computer may fly out the window. I'll try the weekend thing, i promise.