Kimi ga Iru
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
7,693
Reviews:
73
Recommended:
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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.
My Way
Kimi ga Iru
Summary: Out late; Marik-sama! *super heart*
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: hm…innuendo maybe? Cussing.
My Way*
Yami dialed another number, nearly desperate as the clock approached eleven o’ clock. He looked into Sugoroku’s and saw the worry there. It was clearly reflected in his own amethyst orbs. The phone rang twice before he picked up and a cheerful voice chirped into the other end.
“Hello?!”
“Ah…Anzu! Have you –”
The girl squealed and giggled. “Hi~i Yami! What’s up!? It’s pretty late you know? If you wanted to talk you should have –”
The spirit rolled his eyes. He knew he was risking it calling the obsessed fan girl, but he was really worried. He could just imagine the girl twirling the phone cord and hopping up and down.
“Have you seen Yugi?”
“Hmph! I thought you wanted to talk to me!”
“Anzu, Yugi is missing right now. He’s very late coming home and –”
The girl whined and growled like an angry bitch. “Why is always about him! I have needs too! Wouldn’t you rather have a beautiful young woman like me rather than some scrawny half pint like Yugi?”
Yami winced and held the phone away from his face. “Um, Anzu, I gotta go –”
“Come on Yami-san,” she breathed hotly into the phone. “Just give me a chance to make you feel goo –”
And with that the spirit hung up on her, shaking his head. He regained his composure and looked at the elder Moutou. “I’m sorry Sugoroku. None of Yugi’s friends have seen him since school.”
The man gazed out of the living room window, his face a mask of concern. “Oh Yugi…”
Yami left to go upstairs, feeling guilt wind in the pit of his stomach.
It’s all my fault…
He’d tried contacting all of his hikari’s friends and even sent messages through their link, but everything had met with a wall. He’d never taught Yugi how to properly block him so he knew that the boy was still fiercely angry with him. Usually, he could just take a peek anytime he wanted.
Maybe that was the problem.
He went into his room and passed up all the medals and trophies that lined his shelves and walls. Instead he went to his most precious item and gazed at it longingly.
The Swords of Revealing light picture frame held a collage of pictures that all contained both he and Yugi after the spirit had regained his physical form. He smiled at the various photos in which his aibou had glomped him enthusiastically for the camera, but his favorite was the heart shaped pictures he’d stuck into the frame’s edge.
They’d gone to a photo booth that day, one of his aibou’s ideas, and taken pictures. In the first and last pictures, he and his hikari made goofy faces, but in the middle picture, the two of them were cheek to cheek, the younger duelist giving the victory sign, flashing his pearly whites.
Oh Yugi…
He’d never meant to read the boy’s diary, but lately he’d been away so much and his aibou had been so distant and when he’d discovered from the book that Yugi harbored feelings for him –
But not anymore…I sure fucked that up didn’t I?
**
Yugi collapsed onto a nearby bench and sighed with relief as he stretched hi legs in front of him. He’d never walked so much in his life! He let his head loll back and gazed at the bus stop sign. Apparently, bus 23 would be by sometime in the near future, so the hikari decided to close his eyes against the street lamp light and try to release the tension from his legs.
He’d been walking around the southside since the afternoon and when the sun had gone down, he’d merely continued, heading downtown to see what there was to see. He’d never been allowed to wander too much on his own before. Yami and Grandpa saw to that.
Gotta protect Yugi-chan!
“yeah…” he muttered. “What a bunch of bullshit…”
The violet eyed chibi had no desire to go home, no desire to see familiar faces and places, so he’d window shopped the whole time and had a dinner of his own choice: Ice cream from a vendor and what ever was hot and good smelling from the corner.
He’d never been so satisfied in his life and he’d even taken the opportunity to venture into some art galleries.
Yugi knew it was late. The last time he’d looked at his watch it was nearly eleven thirty, but he didn’t really care. Grandpa would worry, but the old man wouldn’t wait up. Even though he was sitting at the bus stop he knew would take him home, he still didn’t want to go. Tonight had been incredible, he didn’t want to lose that by having to go home and hear Yami’s whining.
Luckily, tomorrow was just Saturday. He might miss some math problems, but skipping school would probably be alright. He sighed contently and listened to the sounds of cars passing by.
He listened to the heartbeat of the city, the cars going off to clubs, the freedom loving teens hanging out of their windows screaming, the thumping bass of the local badasses. It was like nothing else.
However, when he heard a roar rush up and slow to a lazy rumble, he opened his eyes. His vision was somewhat blurred, but he recognized the scantily clad Marik straddling his chopper, grinning like the devil.
“Marik?” He blinked and rubbed his eyes. “I didn’t know you and Malik lived down here.”
“I don’t.” Marik kept giving him that devil’s grin and Yugi sat up. He briefly wondered why he wasn’t being cussed out or threatened and absently reached into his pocket. He drew the golden chain out, the object trying to slip through his fingers like water, and held it out.
“I don’t want this. I wasn’t planning on –” he interrupted himself with a yawn and thrust the chain forward.
Marik snorted and glowered at the shorter teen. “Past your bedtime Midget?” He indicated the chain with the nod of his head. “You seemed interested enough last night Bitch. Can’t you take a fuckin’ gift or are you too good? Yami tell you it’s tainted? Well that cunt can kiss my bronze ass!”
Yugi shook his head and watched Marik. The Egyptian had long since turned off his vehicle and was staring back at Yugi, pissed as all get out. He was in low slung black jeans and a shimmering, sleeveless top that seemed to stop right below his pectorals. It was nearly a second skin on the blond and as Yugi continued to stare, a light blush dusted his cheeks.
He retracted his arm and grinned cheekily. “Someone run off with the rest of your clothes?”
“Shut up you Bitch!”
Yugi laughed then sobered, a light smile still ghosting his lips. “Where are you going Yami Marik?”
“None of your damn business! Pharaoh forget to pick you up? What’d he do? Trade his car keys for a blow job?” Marik barked out a laugh and Yugi had to stop himself from laughing as well. He could picture Yami doing that if it meant he got attention.
The Egyptian stopped laughing and smirked. “He dump you for Anzu?”
A hard slap answered the blonde’s question and was followed up by a chain in the face.
“Shut your mouth Marik! I was never with Yami! Don’t you ever say that again! Anzu is –Anzu is a terrible person! I hope she rots in hell!”
All Marik did was laugh louder and took the chain from his face before it slipped to the pavement. He ran a hand through his wild, spiked locks and listened to the music the golden bangles on his arm made.
“Touched a nerve did I?” His grin widened as Yugi seethed. He liked this side of the chibi. “Get on the bike Midget –”
“I am not a midget! Grandpa says I haven’t hit my growth yet! My father was tall and I will be too!”
The Egyptian nodded. “Whatever. Get on Chibi.”
Yugi stomped back to the bench and retrieved his book bag. He gingerly got on behind Marik and clung to his waist. He barely had time to relax before the yami tore off into the night, Yugi screaming bloody murder.
****
*THIS WEEK’S TITLE PROVIDED MY LOVE OF DEF TECH! Enjoy!
*RD-san, I meant, your long comments need to be paragraphed and spaced properly. I want to read your graphic scenes of horror without hurting my eyes. Schwarzwald already has glasses.
*HOW”D YA LIKE THAT? COME ON MARI YUGI FANS LEMME HEAR IT! Is this not the great beginning to the best revenge love story ever?
*More Marik coming up, a little more pharaoh bashing, another night visit I think…or I could skip to the new day and do some Anzu bashing. Yeah, Anzu bashing.
*REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! I LOVE YOU IF YOU DO!
Summary: Out late; Marik-sama! *super heart*
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: hm…innuendo maybe? Cussing.
My Way*
Yami dialed another number, nearly desperate as the clock approached eleven o’ clock. He looked into Sugoroku’s and saw the worry there. It was clearly reflected in his own amethyst orbs. The phone rang twice before he picked up and a cheerful voice chirped into the other end.
“Hello?!”
“Ah…Anzu! Have you –”
The girl squealed and giggled. “Hi~i Yami! What’s up!? It’s pretty late you know? If you wanted to talk you should have –”
The spirit rolled his eyes. He knew he was risking it calling the obsessed fan girl, but he was really worried. He could just imagine the girl twirling the phone cord and hopping up and down.
“Have you seen Yugi?”
“Hmph! I thought you wanted to talk to me!”
“Anzu, Yugi is missing right now. He’s very late coming home and –”
The girl whined and growled like an angry bitch. “Why is always about him! I have needs too! Wouldn’t you rather have a beautiful young woman like me rather than some scrawny half pint like Yugi?”
Yami winced and held the phone away from his face. “Um, Anzu, I gotta go –”
“Come on Yami-san,” she breathed hotly into the phone. “Just give me a chance to make you feel goo –”
And with that the spirit hung up on her, shaking his head. He regained his composure and looked at the elder Moutou. “I’m sorry Sugoroku. None of Yugi’s friends have seen him since school.”
The man gazed out of the living room window, his face a mask of concern. “Oh Yugi…”
Yami left to go upstairs, feeling guilt wind in the pit of his stomach.
It’s all my fault…
He’d tried contacting all of his hikari’s friends and even sent messages through their link, but everything had met with a wall. He’d never taught Yugi how to properly block him so he knew that the boy was still fiercely angry with him. Usually, he could just take a peek anytime he wanted.
Maybe that was the problem.
He went into his room and passed up all the medals and trophies that lined his shelves and walls. Instead he went to his most precious item and gazed at it longingly.
The Swords of Revealing light picture frame held a collage of pictures that all contained both he and Yugi after the spirit had regained his physical form. He smiled at the various photos in which his aibou had glomped him enthusiastically for the camera, but his favorite was the heart shaped pictures he’d stuck into the frame’s edge.
They’d gone to a photo booth that day, one of his aibou’s ideas, and taken pictures. In the first and last pictures, he and his hikari made goofy faces, but in the middle picture, the two of them were cheek to cheek, the younger duelist giving the victory sign, flashing his pearly whites.
Oh Yugi…
He’d never meant to read the boy’s diary, but lately he’d been away so much and his aibou had been so distant and when he’d discovered from the book that Yugi harbored feelings for him –
But not anymore…I sure fucked that up didn’t I?
**
Yugi collapsed onto a nearby bench and sighed with relief as he stretched hi legs in front of him. He’d never walked so much in his life! He let his head loll back and gazed at the bus stop sign. Apparently, bus 23 would be by sometime in the near future, so the hikari decided to close his eyes against the street lamp light and try to release the tension from his legs.
He’d been walking around the southside since the afternoon and when the sun had gone down, he’d merely continued, heading downtown to see what there was to see. He’d never been allowed to wander too much on his own before. Yami and Grandpa saw to that.
Gotta protect Yugi-chan!
“yeah…” he muttered. “What a bunch of bullshit…”
The violet eyed chibi had no desire to go home, no desire to see familiar faces and places, so he’d window shopped the whole time and had a dinner of his own choice: Ice cream from a vendor and what ever was hot and good smelling from the corner.
He’d never been so satisfied in his life and he’d even taken the opportunity to venture into some art galleries.
Yugi knew it was late. The last time he’d looked at his watch it was nearly eleven thirty, but he didn’t really care. Grandpa would worry, but the old man wouldn’t wait up. Even though he was sitting at the bus stop he knew would take him home, he still didn’t want to go. Tonight had been incredible, he didn’t want to lose that by having to go home and hear Yami’s whining.
Luckily, tomorrow was just Saturday. He might miss some math problems, but skipping school would probably be alright. He sighed contently and listened to the sounds of cars passing by.
He listened to the heartbeat of the city, the cars going off to clubs, the freedom loving teens hanging out of their windows screaming, the thumping bass of the local badasses. It was like nothing else.
However, when he heard a roar rush up and slow to a lazy rumble, he opened his eyes. His vision was somewhat blurred, but he recognized the scantily clad Marik straddling his chopper, grinning like the devil.
“Marik?” He blinked and rubbed his eyes. “I didn’t know you and Malik lived down here.”
“I don’t.” Marik kept giving him that devil’s grin and Yugi sat up. He briefly wondered why he wasn’t being cussed out or threatened and absently reached into his pocket. He drew the golden chain out, the object trying to slip through his fingers like water, and held it out.
“I don’t want this. I wasn’t planning on –” he interrupted himself with a yawn and thrust the chain forward.
Marik snorted and glowered at the shorter teen. “Past your bedtime Midget?” He indicated the chain with the nod of his head. “You seemed interested enough last night Bitch. Can’t you take a fuckin’ gift or are you too good? Yami tell you it’s tainted? Well that cunt can kiss my bronze ass!”
Yugi shook his head and watched Marik. The Egyptian had long since turned off his vehicle and was staring back at Yugi, pissed as all get out. He was in low slung black jeans and a shimmering, sleeveless top that seemed to stop right below his pectorals. It was nearly a second skin on the blond and as Yugi continued to stare, a light blush dusted his cheeks.
He retracted his arm and grinned cheekily. “Someone run off with the rest of your clothes?”
“Shut up you Bitch!”
Yugi laughed then sobered, a light smile still ghosting his lips. “Where are you going Yami Marik?”
“None of your damn business! Pharaoh forget to pick you up? What’d he do? Trade his car keys for a blow job?” Marik barked out a laugh and Yugi had to stop himself from laughing as well. He could picture Yami doing that if it meant he got attention.
The Egyptian stopped laughing and smirked. “He dump you for Anzu?”
A hard slap answered the blonde’s question and was followed up by a chain in the face.
“Shut your mouth Marik! I was never with Yami! Don’t you ever say that again! Anzu is –Anzu is a terrible person! I hope she rots in hell!”
All Marik did was laugh louder and took the chain from his face before it slipped to the pavement. He ran a hand through his wild, spiked locks and listened to the music the golden bangles on his arm made.
“Touched a nerve did I?” His grin widened as Yugi seethed. He liked this side of the chibi. “Get on the bike Midget –”
“I am not a midget! Grandpa says I haven’t hit my growth yet! My father was tall and I will be too!”
The Egyptian nodded. “Whatever. Get on Chibi.”
Yugi stomped back to the bench and retrieved his book bag. He gingerly got on behind Marik and clung to his waist. He barely had time to relax before the yami tore off into the night, Yugi screaming bloody murder.
****
*THIS WEEK’S TITLE PROVIDED MY LOVE OF DEF TECH! Enjoy!
*RD-san, I meant, your long comments need to be paragraphed and spaced properly. I want to read your graphic scenes of horror without hurting my eyes. Schwarzwald already has glasses.
*HOW”D YA LIKE THAT? COME ON MARI YUGI FANS LEMME HEAR IT! Is this not the great beginning to the best revenge love story ever?
*More Marik coming up, a little more pharaoh bashing, another night visit I think…or I could skip to the new day and do some Anzu bashing. Yeah, Anzu bashing.
*REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! I LOVE YOU IF YOU DO!