[fic] Lilies - Yugioh, YYxY, romance, PG
Yeah so this is being posted one day too late to be a "Valentine's Day Post"...I had the IDEA on V-Day, that's what counts!
Title: Lilies
Author: Chey (duelist_gurl163)
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/fluff
Parings: YamixYugi
Archive: You're lookin' at it
Warnings: AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: A search for the perfect flower turns into the discovery of a perfect chance.
Disclaimer: Yugioh is owned by Takahashi. And there's a bunch of links in the notes at the bottom for other credits. xD
Before going in, Yugi glanced around furtively to make sure nobody he knew was nearby. If his friends caught him going into a flower shop it wouldn’t matter what innocent excuse he had, they would never let him hear the end of it. Spying nobody he knew, he pulled the door open and stepped inside.
Although the building had looked large from the outside, the inside of the Hanagara flower store was surprisingly cramped. Vases, baskets, and pots of every imaginable flower lined the walls. Gift paper and ribbons were stacked wherever there was open room. Carefully he navigated to the center of the room and looked around, overwhelmed.
I didn’t know there would be so many choices…
There was nobody behind the desk. He saw a bell, but didn’t ring it, feeling shy. Someone would have to show up eventually, they couldn’t just leave the place unattended for long.
Walking to the nearest vase of blossoms, he saw a small card on a clamp.
“Orange Blossom,” he read aloud. “Innocence. Eternal love. Marriage.”
This must be what the flower means.
Instantly his plans looked even more difficult. He’d assumed the challenge would be finding flowers the right colour or ones that looked the prettiest. Now he had to consider the possible meaning of the flowers too?
Turning away from the Orange Blossoms, he bumped into another arrangement. Before he could search for a card, he found himself sneezing violently, stumbling backwards.
“Oh no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” In the background he heard the sound of a door opening, and someone’s voice, frantic. “Here, I have tissues…”
Yugi sneezed again, wiping his eyes with a tissue that had been pressed into his hand, and blew his nose. He was still sniffling, but at least the sneeze attack had stopped.
“Thanks,” he finally replied, looking up to meet a pair of concerned-looking violet eyes.
He froze. The young man with the tissue box froze too.
“…I know you,” Yugi blurted.
“…I know you too!”
“You go to Domino Community College!”
“Yeah.”
“Right, you’re in my economics class!” Yugi saw no reason to elaborate and include the fact that the reason he recognized him so easily was because he spent most of that class stealing longing glances at him.
“Ah…of course, I remember you! Yugi…Yugi Mutou isn’t it?”
“Yeah. And you’re Yami Atemu.”
“Yes.”
Silent again, they stared for another long moment. Yami cleared his throat, setting the box of tissues awkwardly on the counter. “Anyway, sorry…I was in the back, the workroom, doing corsages for a wedding tomorrow…why didn’t you ring the bell?”
“I um…just wanted to look around. I think I’m allergic to those though,” gesturing at the vase he’d just sneezed at.
“Oh, Narcissus. Yeah, some people do have allergies with those. It’s alright, they traditionally mean egotism, or ‘you love yourself too well.’ Not really the kind of flower you want to be friendly with.”
Startled, Yugi asked, “…You know the flower without having to read the card? The meaning and everything?”
“Of course I do.”
“For all of these?”
“Well…yes.”
“That’s amazing.”
“Not really, I mean…I own the place, I ought to be familiar with what I’m selling…and I guess I’m a bit of a geek.”
“You own this store?” Yugi had never heard of anyone in college owning their own store.
“Own it and run it. Except when I’m in class of course, then there’s a girl that comes in to watch things.”
“Wow.”
Yami’s cheeks reddened. “Hey, it’s not like I’m doing anything crazy. I got a good deal on the lease, I get to live upstairs for free as long as I provide upkeep and security…there’s only one other florist in town, all the way across the city, so I get plenty of business...nothing exciting.”
“Is it fun?”
“Until tax time, yeah.” Yami paused. “So…Yugi…you came in here looking for something, anything I can help you with?”
“Ah!” Yugi had completely forgotten his purpose in coming in. “Yeah…I uh…I’m looking for flowers to get someone for their birthday.”
“Oh…girlfriend?” Yami asked, turning away as if to survey the flowers, but really so that Yugi wouldn’t see the sting of disappointment in his eyes.
Yugi blushed. “Ack, no, no…nothing like that. They’re for my mom. Her birthday is soon, and…well I’m actually just price comparing and trying to get an idea of what kind of flowers to get, I’m not buying any right now…”
“Fair enough. Maybe I can steal you away from my competitor…” Yami turned back to the walls again, two fingers pressed against his lips as he mused. “Birthday, birthday…”
“There’s a flower called an anemone?” Yugi asked abruptly, having just spotted the card. “I thought an anemone was an English word for a sea creature.”
“Oh, no, they’re also a flower. They’re also called windflowers.” Yami was reciting, looking through other arrangements at the same time. “There’s a legend that they grew on Mount Olympus, where winds would blow them open when they bloomed, hence the name. It was used a lot in domestic medicine…”
As Yami spoke, Yugi found himself blanking out and staring at the leather workbelt Yami was wearing. It looked like a tool belt, except was more apron-like and held scissors, ribbons, and a tube of what looked like super glue, probably used for making those corsages he’d mentioned. It was cinched securely over his low-rise jeans with a thick leather strap. His eyes drifted down…
God, his legs were long.
“They’re a symbol of love, but also of fading hope, so probably not the kind of meaning you want to send to your mother,” Yami was finishing.
Yugi suddenly realized he’d just spent the last three minutes staring at…and, admittedly, admiring…Yami’s legs and hearing nothing he had said.
However as Yami turned around, he didn’t seem suspicious about his legs being ogled. Instead he took one look at the glassy-eyed expression on Yugi’s face and blushed deeply. “Oh no…not again!”
“What?” Yugi snapped to attention.
“Information overload…I’m sorry, I’m always doing this to people!”
“Information…what?”
“Overload. People come in, they ask about a certain plant, and then I just go off on this explanation…and nobody actually cares about where the plant got its name or what it was used for…they just want to know if their husband or wife or whoever will like it.” He sighed. “I’m sorry, I’ve probably bored you to death. Why didn’t you stop me?”
“No, no…I think it’s interesting, all the information you know.”
“Really?” Yami perked up. “Well…thanks Yugi. Now about those flowers for your mom, I’d suggest Chrysanthemum or maybe Zinnias. The first means cheerfulness and happiness, the other suggests lasting remembrance and affection.”
Yugi nodded, trying to pretend like he knew what Yami was talking about.
“You know it’s okay to not worry about the hidden meaning,” Yami offered, noticing his lost look. “Most people don’t know them. It’s perfectly okay to get her a bouquet of her favourite flower regardless of the meaning.”
“I don’t know her favourite flower.”
“Well, what’s your favourite?”
“Um…lilies I guess.”
Yami appeared to falter. “There’s a lot of different types.”
“Tiger lilies. I’ve always liked those.”
“No, those won’t work for a bouquet for a mother.” He hurried ahead. “Does she like gardening? Perhaps you could buy her a potted plant-“
“Why, what do Tiger lilies mean?”
Yami winced. So much for changing the subject. Now Yugi was staring curiously at him and he was torn between his conscience as a florist to tell a customer the truth, and his shyness at saying the words to Yugi.
“Tiger lilies mean…” his eyes met Yugi’s. “…‘I dare you to love me.’”
Yugi was quiet, though he didn’t look away for a long moment. Then, averting his eyes suddenly as his cheeks grew hot, “Oh…okay. I guess I’d be better with the Zinnias or those…whatever you called the other ones.”
“Chrysanthemums.”
“Yeah.”
Yami fidgeted. “Well…listen, I’ve got to finish those corsages, and the last thing a wedding needs is a homicidal bride because the florist failed in his duties. Feel free to look around, just holler if you need anything.” He waved, walking back and disappearing through the door.
To his disappointment, Yugi never called him back out. But about an hour later, just as he was putting the finishing touches on the final corsage, he heard the bell on the desk ring.
“Coming!” He called, storing the arrangements in a preserving cooler that would keep them fresh and bright for the next day, dusting bits of ribbon off his jeans as he hurried to the door. “Good afternoon, how can I help…” He trailed off. The store was empty.
“Okay…” he said aloud to the room, turning back with a shrug. Then he spotted the vase on the counter, a single Tiger lily bloom resting in the water. An envelope was propped against it.
Bemused, he opened the envelope and pulled out the card. A few bills fell out onto the counter.
“Yami,” he read. “I bought the vase and card myself but the lily is one of yours. Here’s the money for it, pretend like I bought it. Thanks for your help, I promise not to go to your competitor. See you in class.”
Yami smiled, pleased though somewhat puzzled, and placed the vase and flower on the corner of the table. He was setting the card against it, when he noticed words written on the back, scribbled untidily, as if Yugi added them as an afterthought and had written in haste before he had a chance to change his mind.
P.S. I accept your dare. Will you accept mine?
His smile growing into a wide stupid grin, he turned the card around so that the P.S. message was the one facing him, and propped himself against the counter, his chin resting in his hands happily.
On Monday, he would have to bring Yugi some Ambrosia. Sure, the rest of the class would be a bit confused about why he was giving Yugi a bunch of what looked like weeds, but Yami didn’t care.
Yugi was the only one who had to know that it meant “I love you too.”
X - X - X
Notes: Yami's definitely never gonna let me live down the fact that I made him be a florist and a plant-knowledge geek. xD;;; I think he's stalking me with a shotgun as we speak. *stocks up on food and supplies and goes down to hide in my bomb shelter for the next five years*
Once again I have to credit Imagine Me and You for the inspiration about the lilies.
The amusing thing is that Ambrosia, (AKA ragweed) is EXTREMELY allergenic. Loads of people, (most likely including me) are allergic to it. Yami's gonna have the whole class sneezing. ^^;; And technically it means something like "your love is reciprocated" but seriously...who says "your love is reciprocated" when they're trying to say "I love you too."
Here's a place you can find most of the flower meanings I used.
Here's the place that said that "hanagara" means "flower pattern." Yes okay I'm lazy on shop name inspiration. xD
Here's a place to find out more about the abovementioned Anemone, and here's a place to see some pretty Tiger lilies. I like lilies a lot. And Tiger lilies are very purdy. <3
I'm sure all those species of plants have Japanese names. I'm sure I don't know, want to know, or really care what their Japanese names are. Sooo...we're gonna pretend like Yami is verrryyyy good at English! There, that's my loophole, now don't get nitpicky. v.v
x-posted to my journal and
yami_no_hikari
Title: Lilies
Author: Chey (duelist_gurl163)
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/fluff
Parings: YamixYugi
Archive: You're lookin' at it
Warnings: AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: A search for the perfect flower turns into the discovery of a perfect chance.
Disclaimer: Yugioh is owned by Takahashi. And there's a bunch of links in the notes at the bottom for other credits. xD
Before going in, Yugi glanced around furtively to make sure nobody he knew was nearby. If his friends caught him going into a flower shop it wouldn’t matter what innocent excuse he had, they would never let him hear the end of it. Spying nobody he knew, he pulled the door open and stepped inside.
Although the building had looked large from the outside, the inside of the Hanagara flower store was surprisingly cramped. Vases, baskets, and pots of every imaginable flower lined the walls. Gift paper and ribbons were stacked wherever there was open room. Carefully he navigated to the center of the room and looked around, overwhelmed.
I didn’t know there would be so many choices…
There was nobody behind the desk. He saw a bell, but didn’t ring it, feeling shy. Someone would have to show up eventually, they couldn’t just leave the place unattended for long.
Walking to the nearest vase of blossoms, he saw a small card on a clamp.
“Orange Blossom,” he read aloud. “Innocence. Eternal love. Marriage.”
This must be what the flower means.
Instantly his plans looked even more difficult. He’d assumed the challenge would be finding flowers the right colour or ones that looked the prettiest. Now he had to consider the possible meaning of the flowers too?
Turning away from the Orange Blossoms, he bumped into another arrangement. Before he could search for a card, he found himself sneezing violently, stumbling backwards.
“Oh no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” In the background he heard the sound of a door opening, and someone’s voice, frantic. “Here, I have tissues…”
Yugi sneezed again, wiping his eyes with a tissue that had been pressed into his hand, and blew his nose. He was still sniffling, but at least the sneeze attack had stopped.
“Thanks,” he finally replied, looking up to meet a pair of concerned-looking violet eyes.
He froze. The young man with the tissue box froze too.
“…I know you,” Yugi blurted.
“…I know you too!”
“You go to Domino Community College!”
“Yeah.”
“Right, you’re in my economics class!” Yugi saw no reason to elaborate and include the fact that the reason he recognized him so easily was because he spent most of that class stealing longing glances at him.
“Ah…of course, I remember you! Yugi…Yugi Mutou isn’t it?”
“Yeah. And you’re Yami Atemu.”
“Yes.”
Silent again, they stared for another long moment. Yami cleared his throat, setting the box of tissues awkwardly on the counter. “Anyway, sorry…I was in the back, the workroom, doing corsages for a wedding tomorrow…why didn’t you ring the bell?”
“I um…just wanted to look around. I think I’m allergic to those though,” gesturing at the vase he’d just sneezed at.
“Oh, Narcissus. Yeah, some people do have allergies with those. It’s alright, they traditionally mean egotism, or ‘you love yourself too well.’ Not really the kind of flower you want to be friendly with.”
Startled, Yugi asked, “…You know the flower without having to read the card? The meaning and everything?”
“Of course I do.”
“For all of these?”
“Well…yes.”
“That’s amazing.”
“Not really, I mean…I own the place, I ought to be familiar with what I’m selling…and I guess I’m a bit of a geek.”
“You own this store?” Yugi had never heard of anyone in college owning their own store.
“Own it and run it. Except when I’m in class of course, then there’s a girl that comes in to watch things.”
“Wow.”
Yami’s cheeks reddened. “Hey, it’s not like I’m doing anything crazy. I got a good deal on the lease, I get to live upstairs for free as long as I provide upkeep and security…there’s only one other florist in town, all the way across the city, so I get plenty of business...nothing exciting.”
“Is it fun?”
“Until tax time, yeah.” Yami paused. “So…Yugi…you came in here looking for something, anything I can help you with?”
“Ah!” Yugi had completely forgotten his purpose in coming in. “Yeah…I uh…I’m looking for flowers to get someone for their birthday.”
“Oh…girlfriend?” Yami asked, turning away as if to survey the flowers, but really so that Yugi wouldn’t see the sting of disappointment in his eyes.
Yugi blushed. “Ack, no, no…nothing like that. They’re for my mom. Her birthday is soon, and…well I’m actually just price comparing and trying to get an idea of what kind of flowers to get, I’m not buying any right now…”
“Fair enough. Maybe I can steal you away from my competitor…” Yami turned back to the walls again, two fingers pressed against his lips as he mused. “Birthday, birthday…”
“There’s a flower called an anemone?” Yugi asked abruptly, having just spotted the card. “I thought an anemone was an English word for a sea creature.”
“Oh, no, they’re also a flower. They’re also called windflowers.” Yami was reciting, looking through other arrangements at the same time. “There’s a legend that they grew on Mount Olympus, where winds would blow them open when they bloomed, hence the name. It was used a lot in domestic medicine…”
As Yami spoke, Yugi found himself blanking out and staring at the leather workbelt Yami was wearing. It looked like a tool belt, except was more apron-like and held scissors, ribbons, and a tube of what looked like super glue, probably used for making those corsages he’d mentioned. It was cinched securely over his low-rise jeans with a thick leather strap. His eyes drifted down…
God, his legs were long.
“They’re a symbol of love, but also of fading hope, so probably not the kind of meaning you want to send to your mother,” Yami was finishing.
Yugi suddenly realized he’d just spent the last three minutes staring at…and, admittedly, admiring…Yami’s legs and hearing nothing he had said.
However as Yami turned around, he didn’t seem suspicious about his legs being ogled. Instead he took one look at the glassy-eyed expression on Yugi’s face and blushed deeply. “Oh no…not again!”
“What?” Yugi snapped to attention.
“Information overload…I’m sorry, I’m always doing this to people!”
“Information…what?”
“Overload. People come in, they ask about a certain plant, and then I just go off on this explanation…and nobody actually cares about where the plant got its name or what it was used for…they just want to know if their husband or wife or whoever will like it.” He sighed. “I’m sorry, I’ve probably bored you to death. Why didn’t you stop me?”
“No, no…I think it’s interesting, all the information you know.”
“Really?” Yami perked up. “Well…thanks Yugi. Now about those flowers for your mom, I’d suggest Chrysanthemum or maybe Zinnias. The first means cheerfulness and happiness, the other suggests lasting remembrance and affection.”
Yugi nodded, trying to pretend like he knew what Yami was talking about.
“You know it’s okay to not worry about the hidden meaning,” Yami offered, noticing his lost look. “Most people don’t know them. It’s perfectly okay to get her a bouquet of her favourite flower regardless of the meaning.”
“I don’t know her favourite flower.”
“Well, what’s your favourite?”
“Um…lilies I guess.”
Yami appeared to falter. “There’s a lot of different types.”
“Tiger lilies. I’ve always liked those.”
“No, those won’t work for a bouquet for a mother.” He hurried ahead. “Does she like gardening? Perhaps you could buy her a potted plant-“
“Why, what do Tiger lilies mean?”
Yami winced. So much for changing the subject. Now Yugi was staring curiously at him and he was torn between his conscience as a florist to tell a customer the truth, and his shyness at saying the words to Yugi.
“Tiger lilies mean…” his eyes met Yugi’s. “…‘I dare you to love me.’”
Yugi was quiet, though he didn’t look away for a long moment. Then, averting his eyes suddenly as his cheeks grew hot, “Oh…okay. I guess I’d be better with the Zinnias or those…whatever you called the other ones.”
“Chrysanthemums.”
“Yeah.”
Yami fidgeted. “Well…listen, I’ve got to finish those corsages, and the last thing a wedding needs is a homicidal bride because the florist failed in his duties. Feel free to look around, just holler if you need anything.” He waved, walking back and disappearing through the door.
To his disappointment, Yugi never called him back out. But about an hour later, just as he was putting the finishing touches on the final corsage, he heard the bell on the desk ring.
“Coming!” He called, storing the arrangements in a preserving cooler that would keep them fresh and bright for the next day, dusting bits of ribbon off his jeans as he hurried to the door. “Good afternoon, how can I help…” He trailed off. The store was empty.
“Okay…” he said aloud to the room, turning back with a shrug. Then he spotted the vase on the counter, a single Tiger lily bloom resting in the water. An envelope was propped against it.
Bemused, he opened the envelope and pulled out the card. A few bills fell out onto the counter.
“Yami,” he read. “I bought the vase and card myself but the lily is one of yours. Here’s the money for it, pretend like I bought it. Thanks for your help, I promise not to go to your competitor. See you in class.”
Yami smiled, pleased though somewhat puzzled, and placed the vase and flower on the corner of the table. He was setting the card against it, when he noticed words written on the back, scribbled untidily, as if Yugi added them as an afterthought and had written in haste before he had a chance to change his mind.
P.S. I accept your dare. Will you accept mine?
His smile growing into a wide stupid grin, he turned the card around so that the P.S. message was the one facing him, and propped himself against the counter, his chin resting in his hands happily.
On Monday, he would have to bring Yugi some Ambrosia. Sure, the rest of the class would be a bit confused about why he was giving Yugi a bunch of what looked like weeds, but Yami didn’t care.
Yugi was the only one who had to know that it meant “I love you too.”
X - X - X
Notes: Yami's definitely never gonna let me live down the fact that I made him be a florist and a plant-knowledge geek. xD;;; I think he's stalking me with a shotgun as we speak. *stocks up on food and supplies and goes down to hide in my bomb shelter for the next five years*
Once again I have to credit Imagine Me and You for the inspiration about the lilies.
The amusing thing is that Ambrosia, (AKA ragweed) is EXTREMELY allergenic. Loads of people, (most likely including me) are allergic to it. Yami's gonna have the whole class sneezing. ^^;; And technically it means something like "your love is reciprocated" but seriously...who says "your love is reciprocated" when they're trying to say "I love you too."
Here's a place you can find most of the flower meanings I used.
Here's the place that said that "hanagara" means "flower pattern." Yes okay I'm lazy on shop name inspiration. xD
Here's a place to find out more about the abovementioned Anemone, and here's a place to see some pretty Tiger lilies. I like lilies a lot. And Tiger lilies are very purdy. <3
I'm sure all those species of plants have Japanese names. I'm sure I don't know, want to know, or really care what their Japanese names are. Sooo...we're gonna pretend like Yami is verrryyyy good at English! There, that's my loophole, now don't get nitpicky. v.v
x-posted to my journal and
yami_no_hikari