[fic] Jealousy - Yugioh, YYxY, romance/humour, PG-13, theme 4
Title: Jealousy
Author: Chey (duelist_gurl163)
Theme: 4 - “A little jealousy in a relationship is healthy. It’s nice to know that someone is afraid to lose you.” for 50_lovequotes
Rating: PG-13
Genre: romance/humour
Parings: YamixYugi
Archive: You're lookin' at it
Warnings: Uh...Yugi bitch-slapping people? (Haha, got your interest now, didn't I?)
Spoilers: None
Summary: Yugi defends the honour of Yami...and his jeans.
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As Yami slowed to peruse a window display, Yugi noticed a small group of three kids, probably in their teens or twenties, lingering nearby. They looked vaguely familiar. Then he remembered, he’d seen them earlier in another store. They didn’t appear to be shopping. Just…lingering.
Yugi shrugged and hurried to catch up with Yami, who was looking over his shoulder, wondering where Yugi had gone.
“Sorry Yami,” Yugi jogged back to his side. Yami smiled at him.
“It’s alright. Find anything interesting?”
“No, I was just spacing out,” he replied vaguely, glancing from the corner of his eyes back at the group. Was it his imagination, or were they watching him go? No…
They were watching Yami.
There was no doubt, they were definitely watching Yami, Yugi noticed that their eyes followed him when he drifted a bit to one side. Yugi frowned slightly, puzzled, then ignored them and forgot all about it until twenty minutes later, when he was searching through a rack of jackets for one his size, and spotted the same group. Two girls and a guy, partially hidden behind a display and once again watching Yami. All three were giggling, their gazes focused like lasers on Yami’s denim-clad legs and rump. Yugi frowned again, not so puzzled this time. He was starting to put two and two together. He scowled, walked over to Yami, and took his hand in what he hoped was an obvious gesture.
“I didn’t find anything interesting, did you?”
“No, let’s go. I’m hungry anyway, want to get lunch?”
“Sure!” Yugi replied, smiling at him and forgetting his jealous flare-up over the other kids. But the peace wouldn’t last long, as almost right after they left the store, Yami suddenly jumped.
“Aibou!” He looked at Yugi in surprise. “You’re awfully bold today.”
“What?” Yugi asked, bewildered.
“You just pinched my ass!”
“No I didn’t,” Yugi replied. Without another thought he glanced around and there they were; the three teens had followed them from the store, and were now sprinting away down the mall causeway, one of the girls giggling even more furiously than the others. He glared after them.
Yami looked slightly disappointed. “Oh…it wasn’t you?”
“No…not me. Sorry.”
“Huh.” Yami shrugged, looking confused. “Oh well…every mall’s got a perv that gets their kicks in stupid ways. Let’s go get lunch.”
Yugi nodded and squeezed his hand. But he didn’t listen to anything else Yami said, he was too busy scanning the crowd. He doubted that these people had ‘gotten their kicks,’ after all, he’d seen them ogling Yami all afternoon.
Sure enough, about ten minutes after they sat down to eat, Yugi found them across the food court. They were still extraordinarily giggly, and still casting leers at Yami, who, (as his back was to them), was blissfully unaware. Yugi felt another stab of irritable jealousy and set down his sandwich.
“I’ll be right back, okay Yami?”
“Alright,” Yami looked at him curiously, and turned to watch Yugi weave his way through the crowd over to the table.
“Hey, excuse me,” Yugi said loudly, walking up to the group. The three exchanged amused glances, until Yugi cocked his hand back and whacked all three of them across the face, with special force on the girl who’d pinched Yami. They stared. Other patrons nearby turned to stare too. Yami, already staring, felt his jaw drop.
“You three are pathetic,” Yugi hissed, still holding up his hand threateningly. “Yami’s my boyfriend. And I realize he’s drop-dead gorgeous, but that still doesn’t give you any right to cop a feel or follow him around, staring at his ass like you’re stalkers. Yes, he's wearing tight jeans, get over it! Get lives and leave him alone!” He wheeled around and stalked back to his and Yami’s table.
Yami was still staring. “Aibou…what was tha- umph!” His words were cut off as Yugi suddenly pulled him forward and kissed him in a way that he rarely ever kissed him in public.
When Yugi finally released him, Yami was smiling and breathless. “Wow…what was that for?”
Yugi sat down, feeling smug as he noticed the three teens leaving the area as if scalded. “Oh, just because I’m glad you’re mine,” he replied with a victorious smile.
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Notes: Okay, we all know Yami secretly loved it that Yugi got all possessive of him. xD You don't see many fics involving possessive-Yugi, so here you go, Yugi's chance to bitch-slap some sense into fanpeople! (And yes, the idea of Yugi bitch-slapping anyone amuses me far too much.)
Originally it was going to be one fangirl, but a group sounded better and to not include a guy would just be pure ignorance, and as I live near KW and I know some stuff, alright. If you stuck Yami in those skimpy low-rise jeans of his out on Duval Street on, say, Saturday night...well let's say Yugi would have a lot more people to slap. xDD Point is, we all know he's got stalkers of all sexes and it was only fair to include the main two. v.v
...Yeah, I got nothing else. *hides*