[fic] Theme 051 "Impulse", for 100_wangsts {遊☆戯☆王: Yami/Yuugi, Vivian/Yuugi; PG-13}
Happy birthday to firedraygon97 and lonelyblkviolet, whose birthdays were/are yesterday and today, respectively. Also, happy Mother’s Day - so I’m updating to honour all the females? Haha.
I am also hopelessly and ridiculously obsessed with two other fandoms, so any Yuugiou output may be delayed. xD
Written for 100_wangsts. This is theme 051.
Genre: General/Romance
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Yami/Yuugi, mention of Vivian/Yuugi
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: In the grand scheme of things, it really wasn’t an absolute necessity for him to ask this question now, but he was being his usual adamant-Pharaoh-self. Yuugi could only try and worm his way out of it...without tripping on his words first.
Disclaimer: Don’t you think after 50 ‘chapters’ this would’ve sunk in by now? You’d think that the lawyers would get that through their money-oriented skulls...
Spoilers: KC Grand Prix arc. Familiar enough with it?
Warnings: Hmm...I wish I know what I can warn you about, other than a more-playful-than-usual Yami, and a more-shy-than-usual Yuugi.
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“If I did not know better, I would have thought you possessed her for a minute there, aibou,” he smirked.
Yuugi’s head was turned and half-bowed, but Yami caught the sudden flush on his partner’s face nonetheless; it was a nice hue of darker-than-normal pink.
“Come now, aibou, there is no reason to be shy.”
He chanced a peek at his other self’s face from under his blond bangs, and to his despair the smirk was still there.
“Mou hitori no boku,” he started, on the verge of wailing, waving his arms around, looking anywhere but at him. “What are you doing here? You should be focusing on your duel with Vivian, you shouldn’t be here, we need to win; Jii-chan needs her to-”
“I just want to make sure of something,” he interrupted, looking at his aibou like Yuugi must know why he was standing in his soul-room.
“What is it then?” He squeaked when Yami approached him slowly, and he himself edged back to keep the distance, until he couldn’t do so anymore.
“Just one question...okay, maybe two.” He was grinning rather predatorily again, and Yuugi would have fainted at the look had he not gripped his soul-room’s bedpost tightly in order to stand straight with his buckling knees. Dammit!
“Language, aibou, language,”(1) he scolded mildly as he took another step closer still. “So... Why did I feel a sudden spike of anger from your side of the link when Vivian challenged us to the duel? If I recall correctly...the rush came when she told us of the...consequences, shall we lose.”
His face flushed another shade darker, remembering Vivian’s silly, cheerful, hoping words: “Yuugi, if you lose...you have to become my slave; my slave of love.”
“If I also recall correctly, you had no objections when she...nearly choked you in her overenthusiastic hug.”
At that, his face heated up dramatically, fuelled more by the need to explain the situation (before it got any worse) than his discomfiture. “But that’s because I was taken entirely by surprise!”
“She was clasping your hand in hers before that. Was it not enough of a sign?”
“Well, I don’t know...” Yuugi admitted miserably, still determinedly not meeting his other’s eyes. Suddenly his face brightened. “That’s two questions, mou hitori no boku, now get back to your duel.”
Yami planted himself firmly before his other. “You never answered my question. And you should know by now that if I am bothered enough by something, I cannot concentrate.”
“Mou hitori no boku...” he squeaked again.
He shook his head. “Please do not make me force it out of you, aibou.”
“...all right, all right. I didn’t possess Anzu, she just stole my words before I could tell Vivian off myself.”
“And?” Yami prompted.
“And?”
“Should there not be more to the story?”
“...no!”
“Judging by your hesitation, I am guessing there should be.”
“Not at all! You should get back to the duel now, mou hitori no boku... She’ll get angry again...”
Deciding that Yuugi was resolutely withholding the information he wanted with an iron fist, he attacked with a different approach. “All right, aibou, if you are sure.” He sighed. “I hope when I step out of your soul-room I can still focus on the cards. If not...it is not my fault we lose.”
“Hua...wha? No, we can’t lose! We need Vivian to cure Jii-chan’s back problem... This isn’t even the official finals! I don’t want to lose to her here! And I most certainly don’t want to become her love slave... That would be a disgrace to both of us!” He gave a brief shiver at the thought, voice strong despite his shudder, finally looking up...
To meet Yami’s amused expression.
...Oh rats.
“That is all I wanted to hear, aibou. That was not so hard, was it?” The smirk made its way back to his lips, and the blush came back at full force on to Yuugi’s face.
“You...!” He was about to shout at him, for making him say such an embarrassing thing at a time like this, but the feeling of his other’s lips on his had all but chased away any coherent thoughts left.
Satisfied and looking very much like the cat that got the cream, Yami tapped his aibou on the nose. “Her defeat will be so much sweeter now. See if she will ever go around making such ridiculous demands... Later tonight?”
He didn’t wait for a response. He already knew the answer.
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 748
Authoress Notes: I have a really nasty habit of borrowing the episodes, don’t I?
(1) Remember they’re in Yuugi’s soul-room. They’re capable of hearing each other’s thoughts...as it is technically thoughts in there.