[fic] Theme 009 "Dirty Socks", for 100_wangsts {遊☆戯☆王: Yami/Yuugi; PG-13}
Right, so finals are coming up...
But luckily I have the next two themes all typed up and ready to go... I'll have to space out my updating in this one. :3 In the meantime, enjoy this one!
Written for 100_wangsts. This is theme 009.
Genre: Humour
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Yami/Yuugi (could be looked at from a friendship/sibling angle), mention of Seto/Jounouchi
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: Jounouchi runs into a regular Sunday routine.
Disclaimer: No, I don’t own Yuugiou.
Spoilers: None. Yami has his own body, yay?
Warnings/Notes: None...unless you count that one tiny innuendo in the beginning there. XD This is written from Jounouchi’s POV, because I want to try something different...again. Hopefully it’ll turn out the way I want it to.
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By the time Sunday rolled around, I was so tired that I actually had to drag myself to the Turtle Game Shop in order to fulfill my promise of visiting Yuugi’s grandfather that morning. Sure, the weather was great and everything, but dammit, I was still sore from my rendezvous with Seto yesterday night.
Trying not to appear too tired, I ignored the ‘Closed’ sign and opened the door, knowing that the dear old man was probably already up at the crack of dawn preparing for the day.
"Morning, Gramps,” I greeted, still relishing over the fact that all of Yuugi’s friends got the privilege of calling his grandfather so dearly. I leaned over the counter to see him crouching and... What is he doing?
“Good morning, Jounouchi,” he replied, voice somewhat muffled and not looking up.
“Uh, Gramps? What’re you doing?”
“Hiding.”
“Whatever for?”
“You’ll see in a couple of minutes, if my senses are correct...”
I looked at him, bewildered and at a loss. What am I missing here?
“You lost me, Gramps.”
He opened his mouth and started to speak, but the words never got out.
“AIBOU!”
...well, so much for Sunday morning tranquility.
There was a squeal, a heavy thud (I winced, that must have hurt a lot), the sound of running feet banging loudly against the floorboard, then the door that connected the Game Shop to the House swung open (it was a miracle it didn’t hit him back in the face, the force that rebounded was pretty darn strong), revealing a dishevelled looking Yuugi, still in his pyjamas.
He must not have had the chance to brush or gel his hair this morning yet.
“Yuugi?” I asked. “What’s-”
“Grandpa, hide me, please!”
“Quick, here!”
Still feeling out of the loop, I looked on as both Motous cowered behind the counter. “Jounouchi,” came the sudden urgent whisper that I recognized as my best buddy’s voice. “Whatever you do, you haven’t seen me this morning, all right?”
“Wouldn’t I look out of place-?”
The door flew open for the second time in less than two minutes. I blinked.
Apparently Yami hadn’t had the chance to brush or gel his hair this morning yet either.
“Hey Yams.”
“Huh? Oh, hey, Jou,” he answered distractedly, eyes roving around the Shop. “Have you seen Yuugi? Or Grandfather, for that matter?”
“Nope.”
“All righ-wait a minute, why are you here?”
“I was looking for Gramps myself too.”
Yami’s eyes, for the first time, settled on me and actually focused. “You mean to say that the door is somehow unlocked and Grandfather is nowhere to be found?”
Uh-oh, there comes the interrogatory tone. “Well...”
“Jou, are you lying to me?”
I was torn between keeping Yuugi’s hiding place a secret and give a good reason in my defence. On the one hand my best friend seemed to be in danger, but wasn’t Yami considered as ‘my best friend’ as well, as they had once shared a body?
I shook my head but didn’t say anything; Yami narrowed his eyes and, from what I could tell from his facial expression after all this time, his suspicions were growing. I watched worriedly as he began circling the Shop.
“AHA!”
There was another squeal as Yami leaned over the counter and pulled Yuugi up by the ear none-too-gently. I winced.
“Yami, don’t you think-”
“Aibou, you are not escaping laundry duty today.”
“But-”
“No buts. Your pile of clothes is steadily blooming and I think it is time you start the washing machine.”
Yuugi was whining at this point. “Let go of my ear and maybe I’ll do it.”
“Maybe?”
“Fine, I will!”
I watched as Yami’s face fell to a satisfactory smirk and sauntered back into the house. Yuugi was rubbing his left ear and pouting.
“What he meant to say,” Yuugi emphasized, “is that his pile of clothes is getting out of hand and he doesn’t have any more socks and needs someone to operate the machine for him, seeing as how last time there were soap suds everywhere. I swear, that Pharaoh streak in him hasn’t died yet...”
“Yuugi, bud, you are such a housewife.”
“Jounouchi, how can you say that?” He half wailed, aghast that I could say something like that to him.
I held up my hands in an ‘I-surrender’ position, but that grin never left.
He made a face and shook his index finger at me before disappearing through the door as well.
Feeling a small tap on my shoulder, I looked up to see a sympathetic smile. “Maybe next time...I should ask you to come on a Saturday afternoon.”
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 777
Authoress Notes: (snorts) I think I’m going to hide now, someone’s out to get my blood, namely Yuugi.