[fic] Musically inclined - Yugioh, YYxY, fluff/general, PG, theme 015 (100_chances)
Theme: 015- Musically inclined; for 100_chances
Author: Chey (duelist_gurl163)
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff/general
Pairings: YamixYugi
Archive: You're lookin' at it
Warnings: AU
Spoilers: Yami's real name.
Summary: Perhaps music class wouldn't be so terrible after all...
Disclaimer: The takeover is not yet complete. Yugioh's still not mine. u_u
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“I cannot believe the school instated music class.”
“It wouldn’t be so bad if we got to learn cool instruments. Instead it’s these traditional ones.” Jounouchi fidgeted with the strings of the shamisen he was holding.
“I’ll swap you, yours is cooler than the shakuhachi any day,” Yugi said and held up the vertical flute-like instrument, eyeing it with distaste. “Do you know how old this thing is? My grandfather got it when he was in high school.”
The teacher, who had been talking, glanced at the seating chart and called, “Mutou-san, Jounouchi-san, I’m sure your conversation can wait till after class.”
“Sorry Yanita-sensei,” they both answered.
She fixed them with a look and continued, “Now as I was saying, this first class is just to become familiar with the instrument you have chosen…”
Beside him Jounouchi was grumbling under his breath again, but Yugi’s attention had been taken by someone he hadn’t noticed earlier; a striking young man, standing to the right and back a little of the teacher. Nobody had entered the room late so he must have been there all along, but Yugi hadn’t bothered to look up till now.
Who is he?
Yugi found himself staring, until the young man turned and their gazes met. The stranger offered a friendly smile. Yugi’s heart thumped and he quickly looked away at the floor shyly, but felt himself smiling too.
“…including the proper construction, handling, and storage of it,” the music teacher concluded. “Now we will get acquainted with holding the instrument the correct way. I will assist this half of the class,” she motioned with her hand, “and Atemu-san will take the other half. He is my senior intern, and I expect you to give him the same respect you give me.” She nodded to the person beside her.
As the other students picked up their instruments, Yugi used the temporary flurry of activity to sneak another glance at the older student, only to find that he had vanished from the front of the room.
“Hey, Yugi.” Jounouchi broke into his thoughts. “What’re you looking at?”
“Nothing. I just can’t hold this stupid instrument correctly. I was trying to get the intern’s attention,” Yugi said and put on the most frustrated look that he could. A few moments later, his effort paid off.
“Need some help?” Atemu asked, walking up beside him. A pleasant warmth entered Yugi’s chest as they met eyes again. Unfortunately, all his communication skills seemed to vanish at the same moment.
“Ah…I…um…”
Atemu looked slightly puzzled.
“Y-yeah, actually, I do,” Yugi finally said. “I can’t figure out the right way to hold this, I think I’m doing it wrong.”
“You’re actually very close. Here, just move this hand a little…” Atemu reached around from behind him, arranging his hand over Yugi’s and guiding his fingers at an angle so that Yugi could see them. Yugi swallowed heavily, his body going rigid.
“Got it?” Atemu asked.
Yugi nodded, before saying tentatively, “Er…but I’m not sure about my left, is it okay?”
“Again, you’re close,” he replied, reaching for his other hand so that he was now standing behind Yugi, his arms partially around him and both hands resting on top of Yugi’s. Yugi sniffed interestedly at the air. The most delicious scent was wafting from Atemu’s clothing, and he could feel soft puffs of warm breath on his left ear as Atemu leaned in to explain. The voices of the class faded into the background. Yugi blissfully wondered how he ever could have thought instating music class was a bad idea.
“Mutou-san? Are you listening?” Atemu’s voice broke in.
The fog vanished from Yugi’s brain as he came back to the present, blushing. “Um, yes, sorry…and you don’t have to be so formal, ‘Yugi’ is fine.”
“Alright, Yugi-kun,” he said cheerfully, causing another pleasant stir in Yugi’s chest. “Have you got the hang of this?”
“Oh yes…thank you.”
“Not a problem.” Atemu smiled and moved on to help the next person.
“So what was that all about?” Jounouchi asked slyly, nudging him. Yugi, about to retort, was distracted as he saw Atemu helping a girl down the row, and noted that he was guiding her fingers just as gently as he had done his. Yugi frowned, allowed the shakuhachi in his hands to slip, and called,
“Atemu-senpai? I need you to show me the right way again!”
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Notes: A bright spot of fluff in the midst of angst. xD It was the only appropriate thing I had for Valentine’s Day. Also, that shakuhachi will be seen again when I get around to posting the next chapter fic. x3 (Which will be sometime far in the future, I want to focus on this challenge for awhile before posting a new chapter story. Maybe in the summer or fall.)
…So…many…euphemisms. None intentional this time, but it was hard to write this without giggling. ._. Oh English language, why do you torment me so? (Or perhaps I should be asking my gutter mind that.)
Yugi, you're so silly, getting jealous already. And you need to flirt more often. u_u *prods him*