[fic] Umbrella - Yugioh, YamixYugi, serious, PG-13, theme 059 (100_chances)
Theme: 059 - Umbrella; for 100_chances
Author: Chey (duelist_gurl163)
Genre: Serious
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Implied future Yami/Yugi
Archive: Here
Warnings: AU, prostitution
Spoilers: None
Summary: Here was someone who was being nice to him...and Yami repaid him by making him headline news.
Disclaimer: I'm a broke-ass college student, Yugioh will never be mine. xD
Note: Sequel to theme 038 - Wishing fountain.
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Yami was standing at the street corner, waiting on the light to change, when something hit him in the head. Jumping, he turned to his side and saw a man, short, slender, and well-dressed, yanking an umbrella away from him. Between the rain and busy sounds of the road, Yami had never heard him approach.
“Oh, I'm sorry!" the stranger said, struggling to keep the wind from catch the umbrella again, a large one that seemed almost comically huge considering the petite person holding it. “I didn't mean to hit you, the wind just caught it..."
"It's okay," Yami said, not sure how else to respond. After a moment, he went back to staring at the light, acutely aware that the stranger was still standing beside him and even more aware that, either by accident or design, the stranger was now holding the umbrella in a way that shielded both of them from the rain. Yami didn't know what to do. Surely it was impolite to tell someone to stop holding their umbrella over you...
Feeling too uncomfortable to stand in silence, he lowered the hood of his raincoat and decided to make conversation.
“So, are you from around here?” he asked.
“No, I’m from up north. I’ve got a business meeting here, but sneaked out to do a little sight seeing.”
“Not a very good day for it.”
“No,” the man admitted, “not really. But it’s the only day left, I leave this evening. Hey, do you live here?”
“Yeah.”
“Great! Could you tell me how to get to the historic wishing fountain? I was told it was in the park, but I haven’t been able to locate that, either.”
Yami’s thoughts raced. He was heading over to the fountain right now, and he’d been counting on using the walk to relax and block off the pesky parts of his mind that still took issue with his choice of career. He needed that alone time to switch personalities. Part of him was tempted to send the stranger off a completely wrong direction. But another part of him prodded at him to be polite.
“Well…I’m actually going there right now,” he said.
“You are? Perfect! We can walk together.”
“Sure…okay.”
The light finally changed and they both stepped forward, and Yami silently put his hood back up, strode ahead and led the way, praying the rain would have driven away anybody who might recognize him. He kept his arms tightly folded, holding his raincoat shut, lest a rogue gust of wind blow it open and reveal his work outfit. Tight, chrome-studded leather was not something he wished to explain to an innocent tourist.
To his dismay, as they approached the fountain, he spotted Kyoko standing under a tree, trying to hold her cigarette out of the rain. He slouched, tucking his face down below the top of his collar, walking faster and hoping in vain not to be recognized.
“Yami!” Kyoko waved and stepped forward. Yami sighed, lifted his head, and waved back.
“Hi Kyoko.”
His dull tone didn’t discourage her. “I know, shitty day, isn’t it? Not going to get much business in this weather.” She exhaled, blowing smoke over her shoulder, and then spotted the young man following him. “Ah…I suppose I should only speak for myself.”
“Huh?” Yami noticed that the spiky-haired stranger had caught up with him and lowered his voice. “Oh, no, I’m just showing him the way to the wishing fountain. He’s a tourist.”
She eyed the man with approval. “Tourists still have money, Yami. And he’s cuter than your usual customers. Cuter than mine, too, if you’re saying no.”
Yami scowled at her and hissed, “Kyoko, please. He’s not here for that.”
“Hey, I’m just saying.” She held her hands up. “So, going to introduce us?”
“I um…don’t know his name.”
“I’m Yugi,” the young man said, stepping in, giving her non-weather-appropriate outfit something more than a passing glance. All the same, he kept his eyes focused above her shoulders as he said, “Yugi Mutou. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Mutou?” Her eyes widened. “Related to the business titan Kazuki Mutou?”
“Yes, my father.” His cheeks flushed.
“So you own the business now, don’t you? I read in the paper that he stepped down.”
“Yes, you heard right,” Yugi said in the tone of someone who had answered that question too many times.
“He owns the biggest company in the north,” Kyoko said, staring pointedly at Yami.
Yami averted his eyes, praying she wouldn’t volunteer her rather colorful term for exactly what that would qualify Yugi as in terms of customers. “Yeah, that’s very exciting. The rain’s put your cigarette out.”
“Idiot,” she muttered, shaking her head at him and returning her attention to Yugi. “Well Yugi, nice to meet you.” She stepped back into the safety of the trees with a wave.
“Come on, the fountain’s just down this path,” Yami said, turning away before Yugi could catch his eyes.
“That girl, Kyoko?” Yugi said, jogging to catch up.
“What about her?”
“Is she a friend of yours?”
“Acquaintance.” Yugi’s silence seemed to indicate that his answer wasn’t adequate, so he babbled on, “We um…graduated together, still talk now and then. She’s…you know- Hey, look, the fountain.” He pointed, relieved to put an end to the conversation.
Yugi smiled. “It’s gorgeous.”
“It is pretty,” Yami agreed as they stepped up to the edge of it.
“Supposedly it grants wishes, huh?”
“The myth goes that hundreds of years ago the town was plagued with a terrible disease," Yami said. "This used to be the center of town, and one night everyone gathered here to beg the Gods for a cure. Supposedly, the next day the sickness was gone. Ever since, this part of the town was considered lucky. As the city grew up and took over, they put up the fountain to lure tourists to come and make wishes.”
“You know a lot about it.”
“Well, I spend a lot of time around here. Maybe I should give tours.” Yami reached into his pocket, pulling out two coins. He held one out to Yugi. “Here, make a wish.”
“No, it’s okay, I have my own coins,” Yugi said.
“Go on, take it. Maybe it’ll be good luck.”
“Why would it be good luck? Did your wishes here come true?”
“No. But maybe that’s because I’ve been using my own coins. Maybe the trick is to use someone else’s. Just go ahead, you’re a guest in my town.”
“Okay.” Yugi accepted the coin, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He fished through its change pouch and held out a coin back.
“What’s this for?” Yami asked. “I have my own coin.”
“You said yours weren’t working, maybe the secret was to share coins. So here. Make your wish come true, too.”
Yami studied him for a moment, then smiled and held out his hand. “Okay. Thanks.”
“No problem.” Yugi smiled back, then closed his eyes, took a breath, and tossed his coin in. Yami followed suit. They stood quietly by the edge, watching the ripples.
“So your name is Yami?” Yugi finally asked, looking up.
“Yeah.”
“Well, thanks for showing me the way here, Yami.”
“It was no trouble.” He paused, about to ask if Yugi would be returning to their city anytime soon, when he spotted something several meters away in the bushes. Something shiny was pointed toward them, something round and reflective, like a lens of some sort…the moment Yami looked closer, the bushes rustled, the lens vanished, and he heard the sound of footsteps running away on the other side.
“Yami? What are you looking at?” Yugi turned around.
“There’s…I think there was someone in that bush taking pictures of us.”
Oddly, Yugi just shrugged. “The press. They’ve been trying to get something on me ever since I took the company over. I suppose they’ll be disappointed that me taking some time off my trip to see a fountain isn’t newsworthy.” He smiled, but when he looked up the smile faded. “Yami? What’s wrong, you look sick…”
“I need to go,” he said, stepped backwards. “You shouldn’t be here with me.”
“What?”
“I have to go, I’m sorry.” He turned away, only to feel Yugi’s fingers close on his wrist and pull him back.
“Yami, what’s going on? Are you all right?”
“Get away from me!” he snapped, yanking free and running, leaving Yugi standing there looking confused and slightly hurt. And as Yami ran he knew it was too late…the damage had already been done. Who knew how long that photographer had been following them? It would be easy to find someone to identify him, and the press would have all the information they needed.
Yugi would understand tomorrow, anyway. When he picked up the paper to see his name in the headlines. When he read the article to discover he had been seen fraternizing with a male prostitute on his most recent business trip, and saw the color photo of them standing beside the fountain, Yugi with his wallet in hand, smiling at each other. When he discovered Yami’s true identity and learned that Yami was responsible for ruining his comfortable existence.
Yes, Yami knew, plagued with cold guilt as he ran. Yugi would understand then.
X - X - X
Notes: Lulz, Kazuki. xD I never know what else to name AU-Yugi’s dad. You might’ve noticed I took the same easy route out in Just Don’t Look Back.
I was going to give theme 038 a happy sequel, but decided to go for angst instead. There’s a sequel to this theme though, so, y’know, maybe there’s hope. xD
Tomorrow's my eight-year Yugioh anniversary. ^^ Posting today in honor of Lynn Flewelling's birthday and Remembrance/Spirit Day.
Author: Chey (duelist_gurl163)
Genre: Serious
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Implied future Yami/Yugi
Archive: Here
Warnings: AU, prostitution
Spoilers: None
Summary: Here was someone who was being nice to him...and Yami repaid him by making him headline news.
Disclaimer: I'm a broke-ass college student, Yugioh will never be mine. xD
Note: Sequel to theme 038 - Wishing fountain.
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Yami was standing at the street corner, waiting on the light to change, when something hit him in the head. Jumping, he turned to his side and saw a man, short, slender, and well-dressed, yanking an umbrella away from him. Between the rain and busy sounds of the road, Yami had never heard him approach.
“Oh, I'm sorry!" the stranger said, struggling to keep the wind from catch the umbrella again, a large one that seemed almost comically huge considering the petite person holding it. “I didn't mean to hit you, the wind just caught it..."
"It's okay," Yami said, not sure how else to respond. After a moment, he went back to staring at the light, acutely aware that the stranger was still standing beside him and even more aware that, either by accident or design, the stranger was now holding the umbrella in a way that shielded both of them from the rain. Yami didn't know what to do. Surely it was impolite to tell someone to stop holding their umbrella over you...
Feeling too uncomfortable to stand in silence, he lowered the hood of his raincoat and decided to make conversation.
“So, are you from around here?” he asked.
“No, I’m from up north. I’ve got a business meeting here, but sneaked out to do a little sight seeing.”
“Not a very good day for it.”
“No,” the man admitted, “not really. But it’s the only day left, I leave this evening. Hey, do you live here?”
“Yeah.”
“Great! Could you tell me how to get to the historic wishing fountain? I was told it was in the park, but I haven’t been able to locate that, either.”
Yami’s thoughts raced. He was heading over to the fountain right now, and he’d been counting on using the walk to relax and block off the pesky parts of his mind that still took issue with his choice of career. He needed that alone time to switch personalities. Part of him was tempted to send the stranger off a completely wrong direction. But another part of him prodded at him to be polite.
“Well…I’m actually going there right now,” he said.
“You are? Perfect! We can walk together.”
“Sure…okay.”
The light finally changed and they both stepped forward, and Yami silently put his hood back up, strode ahead and led the way, praying the rain would have driven away anybody who might recognize him. He kept his arms tightly folded, holding his raincoat shut, lest a rogue gust of wind blow it open and reveal his work outfit. Tight, chrome-studded leather was not something he wished to explain to an innocent tourist.
To his dismay, as they approached the fountain, he spotted Kyoko standing under a tree, trying to hold her cigarette out of the rain. He slouched, tucking his face down below the top of his collar, walking faster and hoping in vain not to be recognized.
“Yami!” Kyoko waved and stepped forward. Yami sighed, lifted his head, and waved back.
“Hi Kyoko.”
His dull tone didn’t discourage her. “I know, shitty day, isn’t it? Not going to get much business in this weather.” She exhaled, blowing smoke over her shoulder, and then spotted the young man following him. “Ah…I suppose I should only speak for myself.”
“Huh?” Yami noticed that the spiky-haired stranger had caught up with him and lowered his voice. “Oh, no, I’m just showing him the way to the wishing fountain. He’s a tourist.”
She eyed the man with approval. “Tourists still have money, Yami. And he’s cuter than your usual customers. Cuter than mine, too, if you’re saying no.”
Yami scowled at her and hissed, “Kyoko, please. He’s not here for that.”
“Hey, I’m just saying.” She held her hands up. “So, going to introduce us?”
“I um…don’t know his name.”
“I’m Yugi,” the young man said, stepping in, giving her non-weather-appropriate outfit something more than a passing glance. All the same, he kept his eyes focused above her shoulders as he said, “Yugi Mutou. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Mutou?” Her eyes widened. “Related to the business titan Kazuki Mutou?”
“Yes, my father.” His cheeks flushed.
“So you own the business now, don’t you? I read in the paper that he stepped down.”
“Yes, you heard right,” Yugi said in the tone of someone who had answered that question too many times.
“He owns the biggest company in the north,” Kyoko said, staring pointedly at Yami.
Yami averted his eyes, praying she wouldn’t volunteer her rather colorful term for exactly what that would qualify Yugi as in terms of customers. “Yeah, that’s very exciting. The rain’s put your cigarette out.”
“Idiot,” she muttered, shaking her head at him and returning her attention to Yugi. “Well Yugi, nice to meet you.” She stepped back into the safety of the trees with a wave.
“Come on, the fountain’s just down this path,” Yami said, turning away before Yugi could catch his eyes.
“That girl, Kyoko?” Yugi said, jogging to catch up.
“What about her?”
“Is she a friend of yours?”
“Acquaintance.” Yugi’s silence seemed to indicate that his answer wasn’t adequate, so he babbled on, “We um…graduated together, still talk now and then. She’s…you know- Hey, look, the fountain.” He pointed, relieved to put an end to the conversation.
Yugi smiled. “It’s gorgeous.”
“It is pretty,” Yami agreed as they stepped up to the edge of it.
“Supposedly it grants wishes, huh?”
“The myth goes that hundreds of years ago the town was plagued with a terrible disease," Yami said. "This used to be the center of town, and one night everyone gathered here to beg the Gods for a cure. Supposedly, the next day the sickness was gone. Ever since, this part of the town was considered lucky. As the city grew up and took over, they put up the fountain to lure tourists to come and make wishes.”
“You know a lot about it.”
“Well, I spend a lot of time around here. Maybe I should give tours.” Yami reached into his pocket, pulling out two coins. He held one out to Yugi. “Here, make a wish.”
“No, it’s okay, I have my own coins,” Yugi said.
“Go on, take it. Maybe it’ll be good luck.”
“Why would it be good luck? Did your wishes here come true?”
“No. But maybe that’s because I’ve been using my own coins. Maybe the trick is to use someone else’s. Just go ahead, you’re a guest in my town.”
“Okay.” Yugi accepted the coin, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He fished through its change pouch and held out a coin back.
“What’s this for?” Yami asked. “I have my own coin.”
“You said yours weren’t working, maybe the secret was to share coins. So here. Make your wish come true, too.”
Yami studied him for a moment, then smiled and held out his hand. “Okay. Thanks.”
“No problem.” Yugi smiled back, then closed his eyes, took a breath, and tossed his coin in. Yami followed suit. They stood quietly by the edge, watching the ripples.
“So your name is Yami?” Yugi finally asked, looking up.
“Yeah.”
“Well, thanks for showing me the way here, Yami.”
“It was no trouble.” He paused, about to ask if Yugi would be returning to their city anytime soon, when he spotted something several meters away in the bushes. Something shiny was pointed toward them, something round and reflective, like a lens of some sort…the moment Yami looked closer, the bushes rustled, the lens vanished, and he heard the sound of footsteps running away on the other side.
“Yami? What are you looking at?” Yugi turned around.
“There’s…I think there was someone in that bush taking pictures of us.”
Oddly, Yugi just shrugged. “The press. They’ve been trying to get something on me ever since I took the company over. I suppose they’ll be disappointed that me taking some time off my trip to see a fountain isn’t newsworthy.” He smiled, but when he looked up the smile faded. “Yami? What’s wrong, you look sick…”
“I need to go,” he said, stepped backwards. “You shouldn’t be here with me.”
“What?”
“I have to go, I’m sorry.” He turned away, only to feel Yugi’s fingers close on his wrist and pull him back.
“Yami, what’s going on? Are you all right?”
“Get away from me!” he snapped, yanking free and running, leaving Yugi standing there looking confused and slightly hurt. And as Yami ran he knew it was too late…the damage had already been done. Who knew how long that photographer had been following them? It would be easy to find someone to identify him, and the press would have all the information they needed.
Yugi would understand tomorrow, anyway. When he picked up the paper to see his name in the headlines. When he read the article to discover he had been seen fraternizing with a male prostitute on his most recent business trip, and saw the color photo of them standing beside the fountain, Yugi with his wallet in hand, smiling at each other. When he discovered Yami’s true identity and learned that Yami was responsible for ruining his comfortable existence.
Yes, Yami knew, plagued with cold guilt as he ran. Yugi would understand then.
X - X - X
Notes: Lulz, Kazuki. xD I never know what else to name AU-Yugi’s dad. You might’ve noticed I took the same easy route out in Just Don’t Look Back.
I was going to give theme 038 a happy sequel, but decided to go for angst instead. There’s a sequel to this theme though, so, y’know, maybe there’s hope. xD
Tomorrow's my eight-year Yugioh anniversary. ^^ Posting today in honor of Lynn Flewelling's birthday and Remembrance/Spirit Day.