[fic] Ouch! - Yugioh, 'Atemu'xYugi, humor/general, PG-15, theme 024 (100_chances)
Theme: 024- Ouch!; for 100_chances
Author: Chey (duelist_gurl163)
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Humor/general
Pairings: 'Atemu'xYugi
Archive: Here
Warnings: Slightly dirty humor
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Jounouchi had no idea what he was overhearing, but he suspected it was something he shouldn't.
Disclaimer: *eyes birth certificate* This doesn't say I'm Takahashi.
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“Sugoroku Jii-san!” Jounouchi burst into the store, asking with his usual zest for life, “How are you?”
“Jounouchi, one day you’ll break that door coming in like that. Do you have the money to pay for it?”
Jounouchi faltered. “Um…”
Sugoroku smiled. “That was a joke. Are you looking for Yugi?”
“Yeah.”
“He’s upstairs with Atemu…or Yami, I never know which name I’m supposed to use. They’ve been holed up in his room all morning. Feel free to go on up.”
“Thanks Jii-san.” He bounded up the stairs. The door to Yugi’s room was closed, but he could hear voices from inside, and a light slapping noise.
“Ow! Aibou!” He heard Atemu’s voice yelp.
“Oh stop being a baby,” Yugi’s voice admonished back.
“I just don’t think that’s the way you’re supposed to- owch! Okay, isn’t this supposed to be fun?”
“This is part of the fun!”
“In case you didn’t know, I’m not a masochist.”
Jounouchi felt his face grow hot and he took a step back. This didn’t sound like a good moment to interrupt…
He heard an odd shuffling noise, the same slapping sound from before, a grunt, and then Atemu’s voice again: “Aibou, I’m sure that this isn’t how-”
“Yami, I know what I’m doing.”
“Are you sure?”
“I think I have more experience than you do.”
“I’m three thousand years old!”
“And you spent most of those years stuck inside a puzzle doing absolutely nothing.”
Atemu didn’t say anything, but there was a sharp intake of breath before Yugi continued, “Point is, I have more experience. And you know, it wouldn’t hurt if you moved faster.”
“Well I don’t know what I’m doing. You’re supposed to - ow - you’re supposed to be teaching me.”
“I can only teach you so much, the rest you need to learn on your own.”
“You’re evil.”
There was a definite grin in Yugi’s voice. “But you love me anyway.”
Atemu didn’t say anything, but seconds later Yugi released a small yelp.
“Better?” Atemu asked slyly.
“You’re getting the hang of it now…”
Jounouchi, blushing furiously, flattened himself against the far wall, too afraid to interrupt and too shy to go downstairs and possibly have to explain to Sugoroku exactly why he was leaving so quickly. Then Sugoroku might come up to check on them…and what could be more embarrassing than being caught by your own grandfather? He could hardly believe what he was hearing - he knew they were dating and he supposed they’d known each other long enough to have advanced to this stage, but he had never guessed Yugi could be so forceful. Perhaps he had never given his friend enough credit…
A few more light slapping noises and disjointed grunts later, the dialogue had shifted back into monosyllables and mumbles. Finally, as he heard Atemu gasp “Aibou!”, Jounouchi moved. He couldn’t bear to stand there any longer and betray their privacy - and furthermore, had no desire to hear the ‘ending’ of this scene. Racing downstairs, he hollered, “Good bye Jii-san!” over his shoulder and sprinted down the sidewalk.
Sugoroku, confused, walked upstairs and knocked on the bedroom door before letting himself in. “Yugi? Atemu?”
The two looked up from where they sat on the floor, a messy pile of playing cards between them, each with a smaller stack in front of them. Atemu was holding a three of spades in the air, having been about to throw it down, Yugi’s hand held poised to slap the pile of cards if necessary.
“Yes Jii-chan?”
“Jounouchi just rushed out of here with the strangest expression, what happened?”
“Jounouchi was here?” Yugi asked, as Atemu set his card down.
“Yes, he just came by a few minutes ago.”
“Weird, he didn’t say anything to us, he didn’t even knock on the door,” Atemu said, his expression the same puzzled look Yugi had.
“Huh. That boy can be very odd sometimes.” Sugoroku shrugged. “Well, carry on with your game.”
“Ah ha, that’s right, because I’m finally winning!” Atemu said, shooting a victorious grin at Yugi.
“For now. This is only your first game.”
“Yeah, but I have a good teacher.”
Yugi’s cheeks flushed pleasurably. “Sweet-talking me isn’t going to make you win. Just put down the next card.”
Sugoroku walked away, shaking his head in amusement, and behind him he heard the sound of Yugi slapping Atemu’s hand away from the pile of cards, and a disappointed grunt from Atemu.
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Notes: I know, another update so soon?? Hey, it’s my Lexi-sis-in-law’s birthday and I decree that warrants a post!
*evil grin* Poor Jounouchi, he had no idea what was going on. xD The game they’re playing is called Rat Slap. It involves dividing the deck up so each person gets a stack and one at a time turning the top card over and adding it to the middle pile. You slap the cards when you see a matching pair, and if you slap them first you get to pick up the cards and add them to your stack. Whoever gets the most cards in their stack wins. Technically you’re only supposed to lightly slap the cards, so that way nobody’s hands get hurt, (since everyone is lunging for the cards at the same time, and hands invariably get slapped all the time) but Yami and Yugi are both competitive players and subscribe to the “punch everyone’s hands that get in the way!” theory. Also they’re playing the more extreme version, where even if someone slaps the cards first, if you hit their hand hard enough to make them take their hand off the cards, you get the cards instead. Those were the rules we played by at my school, and hence the reason I never joined in. xD
Don’t get too attached to this fluffy, flirty, slightly-naughty humor, angst will return. And very soon at that.