Still

Still

Summary: Sometimes it helps to simply be and feel your life.
Disclaimer: I don’t own YGO.
Warning:


Haga laughed into his ice cream. “Yes…it was pretty stupid of me…but I just went ahead and catalogued the bug like it had been there the whole time!”

Rikuo laughed and sighed, watching Haga wistfully. “It must be so amazing to do work like that. I mean forensics! You help solve crimes!”

“I don’t know about that…but the pay is good. I never thought I’d get anything as a minor, but they were impressed by my skills.”

The black haired boy nodded, waving the waitress for the check. “So, what are you doing later?”

“I go to work at six. I have to get ready.”

Rikuo nodded. “Can I at least walk you back to your place?”

The insector froze, his mind running over a million possibilities before his thumping heart answered for him.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Great.” Rikuo paid the check and the two left, hurrying as the sky began to darken.

**

Ryuzaki walked the side walk, realizing he’d have to get his smokes before it started pouring. He hit the store up then left, thinking he’d make a circle and go home instead of going all the way around. He looked down to check the scraping noise he heard on his shoe and bumped into someone.

“Watch it!”

“Watch it yourself!”

Ryuzaki blinked. He knew this person. “What the hell?! Honda? What the fuck are you doing in this part of town?”

“Looking for you! None of your damn business Dino-brain! Get lost!”

“Where’s your friendship cult?”

Honda shrugged. “On vacation. Who cares, they’re all kissing Kaiba’s ass and are in the Caribbean.”

Ryuzaki shook his head and passed Honda up. That guy was a bigger loser than him.

He continued down the sidewalk when heard a boom. Just that quickly, the sky opened up and let down its wrath.

Holy fuck! Throwing his shirt over his head, Ryuzaki ran for it.

**

“This is me.”

Rikuo gazed at the building. “Okay. I’ll see you –”

It began to rain and Rikuo gave a fast wave. “We’ll talk tomorrow alright! Please, do call me! I’m in the student directory!”

Haga waved back, watching Rikuo run off. Why did I just wave back? Why is my heart thumping? I don’t like this guy do I –

Someone ran under the shelter of the apartment stairs, nearly knocking the insector down. Haga saw who it was and became infuriated.

“RYUZAKI! What the fuck are you doing over here pushing me out of the way of my front door!?”

“It’s raining bug boy! Shut up or put up!”

“One of these days…”

Ryuzaki squeezed out his hat and glared at Haga. “One of these days what? Just shut up and let me in! I’m soaked!”

“No fucking way!”

They glared at each other and Haga got out his keys knowing that if Ryuzaki did get sick because of him he’d never hear the end of it.

“Fine! Don’t touch anything you perv.”

They went upstairs, both Haga and Ryuzaki cursing all the way. When they got to Haga’s apartment, Ryuzaki sneezed.

“Just great…Now I have to burn the towel I let you use!”

“Shut up! I’m surprised this place isn’t crawlin’ in roaches ya love ‘em so much!”

“You’re disgusting.” Haga indicated he sit on a wooden kitchen chair and left to go to the linen drawer in his room. He came back into the kitchen and gave Ryuzaki a towel.

“I actually have a job, so I have to get ready now. There’s a dryer in the building’s basement where you can dry your filth infested clothes. Have a nice life!”

The lilac banged brunette sneezed again and Haga’s eyebrow twitched. His conscious, little that it was, was tugging at him.

He sighed. “Would you like something warm to change in to?”

“Oh gee, I can tell you’re real enthusiastic about that!”

They stared at each other and Ryuzaki sneezed again. The insector rolled his eyes and left the room, with dry clothes. He gave Ryuzaki some sweats and a t-shirt.

“You can wear these, I have to get ready. There’s a tv. No stealing, no eating my food!”

Haga left the room and Ryuzaki dried his hair, muttering about Haga’s food was probably full of maggots but liking the idea of being in the boy’s home. He blushed hard, thinking of Haga in the shower just now and let out a small giggle.

Think he has lady bug decorations in there? Butterfly boxers? He blushed crimson and looked around the corner before stripping off his clothes and changing. He dried his skin again. It sure was nice of him to lend me his clothes…

He looked at the clock and wandered over to the couch, turning on the tv.

“Awesome…anime’s on…”


When Haga came out of the shower, he heard the tv on and figured Ryuzaki was still there. He dried his hair and thought about what he was going to wear, fully aware that the dirty clothes were piling up. He had some clothes stored in the hall closet, so he’d go look there.

Slipping into faded blue jeans and a black belt with a beetle on the buckle, Haga left his room and strolled through his living room, intent on the closet.

Ryuzaki sat up from the couch pillow and stared at Haga.

When the hell did he work out…wait, are those bruises?

“Haga…your back man, who got to you?”

“Plenty of people…” he replied quietly, grabbing a soft yellow button up and a light green tank top. “Nerds aren’t very popular Ryuzaki. You can beat up for not keeping your mouth shut in class.”

Ryuzaki watched him dress silently, licking his bottom lip as Haga undid his pants to tuck in his shirt. Pink splashed his cheeks and he quickly stared at the television as Haga looked his way.

“Why? There a crack you want to make?”

“No. Just wish you woulda told me or something man.”

Haga sneered. “Whatever. So you could throw it in my face? I know how you are.”

Ryuzaki frowned, nearly growling. “You have no idea about me Haga! No idea! Don’t you ever –” He stopped and took a breath. “Look, I’ll go down and dry my clothes. Does it take money?”

“No. It’s free.”

Haga watched Ryuzaki gather his wet things and leave the apartment bad feelings coiling in the pit of his stomach.

Why should I feel bad about this…this is Ryuzaki we’re talking about…

He watched the tv for a moment as Ryuzaki came back in. “It’s going to take an hour.”

Haga shrugged. “Just close my door and don’t steal anything…and no smoking!”

“Sheesh! Sorry mom!”

The insector ran his hands through his hair, trying to dry it out more. He tossed it and pushed up his glasses when he was done. He grabbed up his messenger bag and gave a curt wave to Ryuzaki.

“I’m going.” He walked away, still fluffing some of his hair, cursing his hair dryer. The Dinosaur master watched him, eyes glazed over in dream. He replayed Haga tossing his hair over and over, combining it with a swift removal of the shirt, both hands, revealing Haga’s smooth and oddly well chiseled chest.

And he’s taller too…so hot… Ryuzaki fell back on the couch, sighing. “And I’m too much of a coward to even make a move…”



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*So…who still thinks Ryuzaki’s going to be the aggressor? And what of this Rikuo? I think he’s cute, and sweet, but with two guys after him, what’s a Bug Boy to do? Bite the head off one like a praying Mantis? Le Bwa Le ha Le bwa ha ha!
*I would like to thank Muzaki_Goddess for inspiring this fic.