[fic] Friendly Competition - Yugioh, YYxY, fluff/humour, PG, theme 26
I do not know WHY the fuck my Word program and LJ decided to conspire against me again today, but anyway...the reason certain bits of the text are the wrong colour is because apparently the colour it was in Word carried over...and I really do not feel like trying to make it work. So take it as it is and ignore the weird colours please. *kicks computer over a cliff*
Title: Friendly Competition
Author: Chey (duelist_gurl163)
Theme: 26 - “Kiss, a lovely trick designed by nature for when words become unnecessary.” for 50_lovequotes
Rating: PG
Genre: fluff/humour
Parings: YamixYugi
Archive: You're lookin' at it
Warnings: none
Spoilers: It's post-series so Yami's real name...and he's solid.
Summary: Jounouchi, Anzu, and Honda find Yami and Yugi in the middle of a fight, but appearances can be deceiving...
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh hurrah.
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After twenty minutes, Honda had to do something. Jounouchi and Anzu knew the reservations were on a time limit, and they still had people to pick up…what was taking them so long?!
Turning the van off, he got out and headed up the sidewalk to the Mutou’s private entrance, knocking once and then letting himself in. The moment he opened the door, voices burst out.
“Oh, you’re saying I’m wrong?!”
“Yes, yes I am!”
“Well I’ll tell you something, you’ve been saying I’m wrong all afternoon and I will tell you Atemu, I may be many things, but wrong is not one of them!”
“Oh? Oh so it’s full-name time? Fine, Yugi, you had better make room amongst all those other labels because hon, you are adding ‘wrong’ to it right now!” The taller of the two turned and headed for the stairs.
“Where do you think you’re going?!”
“I’m getting a pen and paper so I can make a list of everything you are, and guess what I’m putting at the top in big capital letters? ‘WRONG!’”
“You will do no such thing!” Yugi shot up the stairs after him.
Honda’s jaw dropped. Spotting Anzu and Jounouchi, he slid over and asked, “…did that really just happen?”
They nodded.
“Yami and Yugi…are fighting?”
“Looks like it.” Jounouchi sounded concerned. “They were like this when we came in, I don’t think they’ve even noticed us.”
“And the Apocalypse is…when now?”
“Soon, by the looks of it,” Anzu muttered.
“So…what does this mean for the dinner tonight? Are they coming?”
“We’re not sure, we’ve been trying to figure it out.”
Upstairs another burst of shouting erupted, though no words were intelligible. All three cringed.
Yugi’s mother, glancing over her shoulder, came downstairs. She spotted them and smiled ruefully. “Don’t worry, this’ll be over soon.”
The three exchanged puzzled glances.
“HEY! THAT ISN’T FAIR!”
“All's fair in love and war!”
“You don’t even know what that saying means, you just read it someplace!”
Yami came racing back downstairs, a piece of paper held high over his head. Yugi was right behind, leaping for it. “Atemu, you give me that paper right now!”
Yami raised himself onto his toes, waving it higher. “Not until you agree that I’m right and you’re wrong!”
“NEVER!”
“Then get used to leaping fruitlessly at my hand because I’m not giving it back!” He pranced away victoriously into the kitchen, Yugi on his heels.
Sugoroku peered in from the opposite room. “Ah, so they’re at the paper bit now?”
“Yes, looks like it.” Yugi’s mother nodded.
Honda, Jounouchi, and Anzu just watched, flummoxed.
“Er…Mrs. Mutou…should we be concerned about this?” Anzu finally ventured. “I mean…they’re our friends and this looks like a nasty fight…”
“Fight?” Yugi’s mother and grandfather started laughing.
Anzu glanced at the two boys. Honda shook his head. Jounouchi shrugged.
“Admit it! Just admit it and we can call the whole thing off!”
“Why don’t you just admit it and then we’ll call the whole thing off- HEY!”
Yugi darted into the room with the paper clutched to his chest. Yami skidded in moments later, circling.
“Okay, okay, so you got the paper…that doesn’t prove anything!”
“So? I don’t have to prove anything, I know I’m right.”
“Yugi, this isn’t going to end until you agree once and for all that I love you more.”
“What?!” Jounouchi, Anuz, and Honda all yelped in unison.
“Yeah right, I- hey! Yami, our friends are here. How long have you guys been waiting?”
Yami looked down at his watch. “Wow…Aibou, did you realize how late it was getting?”
“No, I didn’t…but we’d better hurry and get to the restaurant before they give our table away, huh?” Yugi crumpled up the paper and tossed it in the bin. “Sorry about that guys, just let us get our jackets and-“
“Alright…what the hell was that?!” Jounouchi finally exploded.
“What?” Yami and Yugi turned, confused.
“That! All that…that fighting and…”
“Fighting...? What are you talking about, we never fight.”
“But…but that…! The yelling and…”
“We were just having a discussion again about who loves who more.” Yugi explained.
“Yes, I’ve been trying to convince Aibou for ages that I love him more, but he always claims he loves me more, so it never gets resolved.” He smiled at his lighter half fondly. Yugi smiled back.
“Hey, so how are we going to call this one, anyway?” Yami asked.
“I don’t know…”
“Well because I love you the most-“
“You do not! I love you more!”
“I love you times a million!”
“Well I love you times a billion!”
“Infinity!”
“Double-infinity!”
“Triple-infinity!”
“Come on you guys, can’t you just-“ Honda’s words trailed off as they suddenly threw themselves into each other’s embrace, kissing tenderly. “Oo-kay…”
“Er, what just happened?”
“...I think they ran out of numbers.”
x-x-x
Notes: Once in our RP, me and Gina made Yami and Yugi play the "I love you more" game at work, which was cut short when they were subsequently caught and fired. ^^; But...what would happen if they were able to play all the way till the end? I suspect it would end something like that. xD Who needs numbers when you could just kiss and both win, right?
The sudden switch to Yami was intentional, BTW. Yugi only uses "Atemu" when he's being serious, otherwise he always calls him Yami. At least in this fic's universe.
Not even I know if they ever made it to dinner. This was originally going to have a bit more of a conclusion but it wanted to be ended right there, and I couldn't think of anything else to add, so there you go.
Enjoy the title, it very nearly was "Friday Night's Alright for a Fight", because I got that stuck in my head, and the only reason this fic sits before you today with a respectable title and not a farce is because when I went to Google it to see if it was 'Friday Night' or 'Saturday Night', my computer flipped out. As I type this I have no menu bar nor icons. ~_~;