WAIT FOR YOU FOREVER (A.K.A. SLEEPLESS II)
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
1,960
Reviews:
26
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.
WAIT FOR YOU FOREVER, CH 5
WARNING/S: To be on the safe side, drugs and alcohol are mentioned in this chapter.
WAIT FOR YOU FOREVER
CHAPTER 5
In the taxi to the club, Mokuba calculated the percentage of red lights they struck (forty) and the percentage of those they ran (fifteen). Considering the distance they travelled, and the traffic conditions, Mokuba figured that breaking the law had got him to his destination about four minutes and twenty seconds faster. He was tempted to tell the cab driver, but found he just didn't care enough to explain the logistics and relevant equations. Instead he gave a tip that bordered on being insignificant and walked away. -He doesn't know who I am, so he can't think I'm a scrooge-, he thought. But as he passed into the club, his conscience squirmed a little. -It's not like you couldn't afford it-.
Inside, the party was well under way, and Mokuba experienced the strange disorientation of being the only sober person in a surging mass of drug-induced fever. The pulsing lights (which usually made him feel as though gravity was optional) cut through the dance floor like a huge bread-knife, and the air (which was usually perfect for dancing) was thick and dry and smelt like chemically altered armpits.
If he'd not just spent half an hour in the taxi, he would have turned and walked out. However, the night was still far from over, and he had a new look to test. Of course, he only saw these people once a week, and they weren't currently at their most observant, so he wouldn't know for sure if it was his haircut and outfit or their altered states of consciousness doing the work of disguise. On the other hand, if they did recognise him, they probably wouldn't remember him in the morning. Or the afternoon. Or whenever they woke up and started again.
Mokuba struggled to the bar and ordered a double shot of something very alcoholic and expensive. His conscience twinged again, but with a wink at the bartender, he ran the red light.
NOTE/S: Just a short chapter today... if anyone is still reading, please review! I like reviews, really!!!
WAIT FOR YOU FOREVER
CHAPTER 5
In the taxi to the club, Mokuba calculated the percentage of red lights they struck (forty) and the percentage of those they ran (fifteen). Considering the distance they travelled, and the traffic conditions, Mokuba figured that breaking the law had got him to his destination about four minutes and twenty seconds faster. He was tempted to tell the cab driver, but found he just didn't care enough to explain the logistics and relevant equations. Instead he gave a tip that bordered on being insignificant and walked away. -He doesn't know who I am, so he can't think I'm a scrooge-, he thought. But as he passed into the club, his conscience squirmed a little. -It's not like you couldn't afford it-.
Inside, the party was well under way, and Mokuba experienced the strange disorientation of being the only sober person in a surging mass of drug-induced fever. The pulsing lights (which usually made him feel as though gravity was optional) cut through the dance floor like a huge bread-knife, and the air (which was usually perfect for dancing) was thick and dry and smelt like chemically altered armpits.
If he'd not just spent half an hour in the taxi, he would have turned and walked out. However, the night was still far from over, and he had a new look to test. Of course, he only saw these people once a week, and they weren't currently at their most observant, so he wouldn't know for sure if it was his haircut and outfit or their altered states of consciousness doing the work of disguise. On the other hand, if they did recognise him, they probably wouldn't remember him in the morning. Or the afternoon. Or whenever they woke up and started again.
Mokuba struggled to the bar and ordered a double shot of something very alcoholic and expensive. His conscience twinged again, but with a wink at the bartender, he ran the red light.
NOTE/S: Just a short chapter today... if anyone is still reading, please review! I like reviews, really!!!