[fic] The usual spot - Yugioh, 'Atemu'xYugi, G, general, theme 069 (100_chances)
All right, let's try posting this again...*glares at LJ*
Theme: 069 - The usual spot; for 100_chances
Author: Chey (duelist_gurl163)
Genre: General
Rating: G
Pairings: 'Atemu'/Yugi implied
Archive: Here
Warnings: AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: The stranger probably wasn't any of the things Yugi imagined him to be, but even if he was nothing more than a shy fan who came to listen to him sing, Yugi was still always happy to see him.
Disclaimer: Takahashi writes much cooler stuff, trust me.
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As Yugi took the stage he heard a roar go up around the bar. He smiled at the crowd a moment, using their cheers to energize himself. He always remembered the first night he’d gotten up there - how different it had been; the half-hearted applause, the skeptical grumbling of the regular singers who resented that a moment when they might be up had been taken by some newbie. The fact that his whole body had frozen was probably all that stopped Yugi from sprinting off the stage in terror at his boldness. And only the knowledge of the chances he might lose, (and the laughter he’d face if he’d just stood there silently), had forced him to open his mouth when the music started.
Their grumbling had faded to silence after one song. By the end of a second, even the most jealous among the other singers were clapping for the young man. By the end of two weeks, the owners of the bar asked him to become a regular performer - he’d almost doubled their business, and they didn’t want him leaving.
Even now, however, he still felt a twinge of that old nervousness. So he relaxed, took in the praise, and waved. As his eyes swept the dimmed room, he noticed him again.
The stranger had appeared a week or so before, Yugi hadn’t noticed him right away because newcomers entered the bar everyday. One night, finally, he had realized that the person sitting at the corner table was the same person as he had seen for a few days. But, unlike the regulars, he didn’t seem to have friends among the crowd. He sat alone, sipping a fizzy drink with extra cherries. He always looked far too focused to have been drinking hard alcohol, but Yugi couldn’t understand why someone would frequent a bar just to order a single cocktail.
Tonight the young man sat in his usual spot, leaning back in his chair. His eyes were trained toward the stage, the crimson irises a hue just slightly darker than the cherries he was fishing out of his glass one at a time and popping in his mouth. While his expression was withdrawn, his lips seemed to turn up at the corners when Yugi looked his direction.
As always, for the last few days, Yugi’s heart sped up in excitement at the sight of him. The only explanation he could come up with for the man’s presence and sobriety was that he was a talent scout. Yugi glowed at the thought and let his imagination run unchecked, imagining that tonight would be the night that the handsome - What? Handsome? Had he really just referred to the man that way?! - stranger approached him and offered him a chance to audition for a record label.
Of course he knew it was ridiculous. Talent scouts didn’t frequent small town bars. The more likely reason was that he was just a shy fan who came to listen to Yugi’s singing; which, strangely, filled Yugi with just as much warmth as the talent scout possibility. He only wished he could catch up with him and ask his name. But every night, by the time he broke away from the throng of inebriated fans grouped around the stage door, the table would be empty.
Tonight, Yugi consoled himself that he would soon learn the truth. Before the show he had asked one of the waitresses to deliver the man his drink on the house, and to give him a note Yugi had written hastily backstage. He had peered out in time to see the stranger reading it, his eyebrows raised, a slight flush to his cheeks. He hadn’t left and Yugi hoped that tonight…maybe tonight the mystery would be solved.
He signaled for the music and took one last deep breath. He prayed that when his set was over the man would still be there. But for now he would enjoy his moment of modest fame and sing his heart out, a song of questions and feelings and truth, as he unconsciously directed his words toward the shadowy corner table.
X - X - X
Notes: Everybody has to write about Yugi as a singer at some point. Everybody. OTL Better stuff coming up in the next themes.
Super-belated happy Spring post!
Theme: 069 - The usual spot; for 100_chances
Author: Chey (duelist_gurl163)
Genre: General
Rating: G
Pairings: 'Atemu'/Yugi implied
Archive: Here
Warnings: AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: The stranger probably wasn't any of the things Yugi imagined him to be, but even if he was nothing more than a shy fan who came to listen to him sing, Yugi was still always happy to see him.
Disclaimer: Takahashi writes much cooler stuff, trust me.
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As Yugi took the stage he heard a roar go up around the bar. He smiled at the crowd a moment, using their cheers to energize himself. He always remembered the first night he’d gotten up there - how different it had been; the half-hearted applause, the skeptical grumbling of the regular singers who resented that a moment when they might be up had been taken by some newbie. The fact that his whole body had frozen was probably all that stopped Yugi from sprinting off the stage in terror at his boldness. And only the knowledge of the chances he might lose, (and the laughter he’d face if he’d just stood there silently), had forced him to open his mouth when the music started.
Their grumbling had faded to silence after one song. By the end of a second, even the most jealous among the other singers were clapping for the young man. By the end of two weeks, the owners of the bar asked him to become a regular performer - he’d almost doubled their business, and they didn’t want him leaving.
Even now, however, he still felt a twinge of that old nervousness. So he relaxed, took in the praise, and waved. As his eyes swept the dimmed room, he noticed him again.
The stranger had appeared a week or so before, Yugi hadn’t noticed him right away because newcomers entered the bar everyday. One night, finally, he had realized that the person sitting at the corner table was the same person as he had seen for a few days. But, unlike the regulars, he didn’t seem to have friends among the crowd. He sat alone, sipping a fizzy drink with extra cherries. He always looked far too focused to have been drinking hard alcohol, but Yugi couldn’t understand why someone would frequent a bar just to order a single cocktail.
Tonight the young man sat in his usual spot, leaning back in his chair. His eyes were trained toward the stage, the crimson irises a hue just slightly darker than the cherries he was fishing out of his glass one at a time and popping in his mouth. While his expression was withdrawn, his lips seemed to turn up at the corners when Yugi looked his direction.
As always, for the last few days, Yugi’s heart sped up in excitement at the sight of him. The only explanation he could come up with for the man’s presence and sobriety was that he was a talent scout. Yugi glowed at the thought and let his imagination run unchecked, imagining that tonight would be the night that the handsome - What? Handsome? Had he really just referred to the man that way?! - stranger approached him and offered him a chance to audition for a record label.
Of course he knew it was ridiculous. Talent scouts didn’t frequent small town bars. The more likely reason was that he was just a shy fan who came to listen to Yugi’s singing; which, strangely, filled Yugi with just as much warmth as the talent scout possibility. He only wished he could catch up with him and ask his name. But every night, by the time he broke away from the throng of inebriated fans grouped around the stage door, the table would be empty.
Tonight, Yugi consoled himself that he would soon learn the truth. Before the show he had asked one of the waitresses to deliver the man his drink on the house, and to give him a note Yugi had written hastily backstage. He had peered out in time to see the stranger reading it, his eyebrows raised, a slight flush to his cheeks. He hadn’t left and Yugi hoped that tonight…maybe tonight the mystery would be solved.
He signaled for the music and took one last deep breath. He prayed that when his set was over the man would still be there. But for now he would enjoy his moment of modest fame and sing his heart out, a song of questions and feelings and truth, as he unconsciously directed his words toward the shadowy corner table.
X - X - X
Notes: Everybody has to write about Yugi as a singer at some point. Everybody. OTL Better stuff coming up in the next themes.
Super-belated happy Spring post!