[fic] Miscommunication - Yugioh, YamixYugi, serious/romance, PG, theme 047 (100_chances)
Theme: 047- Miscommunication; for 100_chances
Author: Chey (duelist_gurl163)
Rating: PG
Genre: Serious/romance
Pairings: YamixYugi
Archive: Here
Warnings: AU
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Secrecy, lying, coming home late...Yugi didn't want to face what Yami's actions might mean, but he couldn't avoid it forever.
Disclaimer: Takahashi hasn't handed it over yet.
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Jounouchi could tell something was wrong with Yugi. He waited through most of lunch, hoping he would come out with whatever was bothering him on his own, but Yugi remained silent as he picked at his food.
Sensing that he wasn’t going to get any information by remaining silent, Jounouchi drew in a deep breath and took the plunge. “Hey, Yugi?”
“Huh?”
He twirled the straw in his cup, hoping to sound offhand. “Is everything okay?”
“Why do you ask?”
“You just seem distracted.”
Yugi sighed and set down his chopsticks. “I guess I am.”
“Something on your mind?”
“Well…kind of. It’s no big deal though.”
“You sure I can’t help?”
Yugi sighed again, more of a huff, and shook his head. “I’m sure. It’s between me and Yami, there’s nothing you can do. Thanks though.”
“What could possibly be between you?" he asked. "Things have always been paradise with you two. Sometimes you practically make me nauseous with your sweetness.”
The humor didn’t have the effect he’d hoped for. Yugi simply looked even more miserable. Jounouchi put down his cup.
“Yugi, c’mon, what’s going on? I’ve never seen you act like this before.”
Eyes trained down at the countertop, Yugi propped his head in his hands. “I think…Yami might be cheating on me.”
“What?” Jounouchi said, his jaw dropping. “Why would you think that? Yami loves you. You guys have been together for years. He knows he’s found someone great in you, there’s no reason he’d go off with anybody else.”
“I know that.” He shifted, running one hand through his spiky hair and leaning into his palm. “It isn’t like I want to believe it. I never would have dreamed he would cheat on me either. But lately…he’s been acting so secretive. He comes home late, he’s nervous anytime I go on our computer, he’s become very shady about his bank account…just last week he told me he had to go into work on Saturday for a meeting, and I saw Meiko-san at the grocery store and mentioned it, and he didn’t know anything at all about a meeting.”
“Oh.” Jounouchi took a sip of his drink, not knowing what else to say.
“The signs aren’t good,” Yugi said, eyes still downcast. “I have to confront him, but…I don’t want to hear him tell me he’s found someone else. I don’t want him to leave me.”
“Maybe…maybe it isn’t what you think.”
“What could it be, then?” Yugi demanded, lifting his head. “What else would he ever hide from me? Why would he suddenly care if I check our joint e-mail account? Why would he suddenly be lying to me about going to a meeting? If it was something innocent, he’d have told me the truth!”
Helpless, Jounouchi just nodded and tried to look sympathetic. Yugi buried his face back in his hands.
“Why would he do this, Jounouchi? I love him…just last month we were talking about buying a real house together. We had one we really liked, we were going to buy it and have a commitment ceremony in our yard. We were going to legally change our names so we could have the same last name, even if it wasn’t a real marriage that the government recognized. We were going to…spend our lives together and now he’s found someone else!”
“Yugi…I know the signs are bad but you don’t know for a fact that he’s with someone else.”
“The other day I walked into the living room when he was listening to the messages on the phone. The minute I walked in he shut the message off and erased it. He told me it was just a telemarketer, but I heard a little of it. It was a man’s voice, saying something about coming over, or how Yami could meet him later…” Yugi bit his lip. “I can’t keep lying to myself. I want to believe this is all a misunderstanding, but…what if it isn’t? What will I do then?”
Jounouchi reached across the table and patted his shoulder. “You’ll be okay. If you’re right, then Yami isn’t the person we all thought he was, and you deserve better than him.”
It didn’t console Yugi, who murmured, “I love him. I never thought I’d say I loved someone, until I met him. And now…”
“Do you want me to talk to him? See if he’ll admit anything? Maybe give him a good punch in the face?” Jounouchi’s voice was slowly shifting into a protective growl.
“No. I decided this morning that I’m going to talk to him when he gets home later.” Yugi straightened up. “I can’t put it off and hope that it goes away on its own.”
“If it turns out he is cheating on you, then can I punch him in the face?”
He finally succeeded in getting a tiny laugh out of Yugi. “Okay, then you can.”
- - -
When Yugi heard the door open, he stiffened in his seat. Down the hall he heard the door click shut, the sound of shoes being kicked off, and then Yami’s voice calling out, “I’m home! Yugi, are you here?”
It was so unfair. Yami’s voice used to be the sound of comfort to him, the sound of safety and love. Now it only brought a painful sting to his heart. In just a few minutes he would know the truth, and then Yami’s voice would be only the sound of betrayal and broken dreams.
“Yugi?” Yami asked again as he walked into the room and spotted Yugi sitting at the table. He brightened. “Hey, I thought maybe you weren’t home.”
“No, I am.”
Setting down his attaché case, Yami leaned over to kiss him. Yugi, hating himself for it, automatically tilted his head up to kiss him back. The taste of his lips made his eyes grow wet. He squeezed them shut, trying not to cry openly. He couldn’t do that; he couldn’t give Yami the satisfaction of seeing him broken.
Yami, however, had noticed something was wrong.
“Hey, Yugi…are you alright?”
Yugi, struggling to keep tears at bay, hesitated before he shook his head. Yami pulled out the chair across the table from him, scooting in and staring worriedly. “What is it? Did something happen to Jounouchi? I know you were having lunch with him today.”
Again, Yugi shook his head. This time he managed speech. “No. Jounouchi’s fine.”
“Then what is it?”
Yugi grit his teeth. “Don’t say that like you don’t know!”
Yami, looking bewildered and scared: “Yugi, I don’t know. Please talk to me, tell me what’s making you so upset. Let me help.”
“I know you’ve been lying to me,” Yugi said, staring down at his lap. He drew in a long, shaky breath. “I know that there was no meeting last Saturday. I know that you don’t have to work such long hours. I know that man on the phone wasn’t a telemarketer. I know everything, okay? You don’t have to lie to me any more. I know what you’re hiding. I just…want to hear from you that it’s true.”
Yami’s face fell. Looking crushed, he asked, “Who told you?”
Despite his best attempts, the tears escaped. It was too much…the suspicions were bad enough, but to hear Yami admit that Yugi was right? To admit that everything Yugi had just said was true? And Yami couldn’t even have the decency to at least say it. Instead, all he cared about was who had told on him.
“Nobody told me, I found out on my own,” Yugi said loudly, speaking through sobs.
“Oh.”
Yugi couldn’t take it any longer. He couldn’t sit here at this table, in this tiny apartment kitchen they had shared for years, and stay calm. It felt like any second he would burst into tears too hard to speak around, and he had to get the conversation over with before that happened. “Look…I know, so you don’t have to give me any of the details. Just tell me…how long did you think lying to me would work? When were you planning on finally telling me?”
“Soon, I swear. I just needed a little more time, I was going to tell you this weekend. I had this big plan, how we would go out and I would tell you…”
Yugi just sat there with his eyes closed, feeling too sick to know what to say. A big plan? What, breaking his heart wasn’t going to be enough? Confessing was going to require humiliating him in public as well?
Yami broke the silence tentatively. “Um…Yugi…can I ask you something now?”
“Sure, whatever,” he mumbled.
“If you know…then why are you so upset? I guess I’m no good at keeping secrets, but now you know why I did, so…what’s with the tears? This wasn’t the way I’d planned for you to find out, but I’d still hoped that you’d be happy.”
Yugi’s eyes flew open. “Happy?!” he demanded. “You thought I would be happy?”
“Well…I had hoped.”
“You thought I would be happy about the man I love cheating on me?”
There was a heavy silence in the room. Yami just stared at him, looked utterly baffled, and finally said, “…What?”
“Don’t ‘what’ me! You just sat there and admitted everything! Don’t try to play innocent now!”
“Yugi, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not cheating on you.”
“But…the lies and the…the hiding things and that phone message…”
“You thought I was admitting to cheating?”
“Well, what else would you be admitting to?” Yugi asked, frustrated.
Yami stood up.
“Yami, what are you-”
“Just wait here,” he said.
Yugi, not knowing what else to do, waited. A few moments later Yami returned to the room carrying a thick file folder, and slid it across the table.
“What is this?” Yugi asked.
“It’s what I’ve been hiding.”
Yugi looked up at him and back down at the file and then gingerly opened it. He sifted through the papers, trying to make sense of what they were through the fog in his brain. Finally he shook his head. “Yami…what exactly is all this? I’m…having a hard time concentrating.”
“What I’ve been hiding is that I’ve been trying to get the house ready to show you. Those are the contracts, the correspondence, the receipts...everything I’ve been working on.”
“The house?” Yugi repeated. “What house?”
“The house," Yami said. "The one you fell in love with the minute the real estate agent showed it to us. I decided to secretly start the tear-out so we could decorate it however we wanted…however you wanted, really. I was going to get it ready and then tell you I would take you on a picnic this weekend, but instead of going to the park we’d go there, and…it was supposed to be a surprise.”
“You…bought a house?”
“Well, sort of. I’ve been working with the agent to let me send crews in to start the tear-out with the agreement that on Saturday we would go into his office and co-sign the final contract. It’s as much your house as mine.”
“You bought us a house?”
He smiled shyly. “Well, except when it comes to decorating, then it’s mostly yours. I know how much not being allowed to paint in here has driven you crazy.”
Way too many thoughts were flying around inside Yugi’s head. It was too much on his brain to go from angry and hurt to shocked and excited within a few minutes.
“Yugi?” Yami asked. “Yugi, say something.”
“So…the phone calls, the…staying late and the fake meeting…were all to work on this? This is why you’ve been so shady?”
“Yes. I couldn’t let you see the e-mails from the agent. Obviously I couldn’t tell you I was meeting with the agent, and if I told you my bank account balance you’d have seen the difference when I paid the deposit and construction crew. I knew you’d ask questions.”
“You weren’t cheating on me, then,” Yugi said, staring down at the papers.
“Yugi…” Yami reached out, took his hands, and gently pulled him to his feet. “Why would you think I ever would?”
Yugi couldn’t meet his eyes. Ashamed, he stared down at Yami’s feet. “All the signs seemed to point to it. The secrecy, the lies, hearing a strange man’s voice on the answering machine saying it would be okay to meet him later…I didn’t want to believe it, Yami. For weeks I refused to believe it. But I knew deep down I couldn’t be naïve, no matter how much I loved you. I had to accept that there might be a less-than-innocent reason for it all, and then once I started to worry, it just spiraled into panic. I was afraid to lose you, afraid to hear you say you loved someone else.”
“I see. I guess…all those things do sound like a spouse having an affair. But Yugi…” He tilted Yugi’s chin up with one hand, making him meet his eyes. “Yugi, I swear to you…you are and have always been the only one. I would rather spend the rest of my life alone than with someone who wasn’t you.”
Yugi’s eyes re-filled with tears, but these ones weren’t accompanied by heartache. “I always believed that deep down,” he whispered. “I didn’t want to believe anything else.”
“You’ll never have to.” Yami enfolded him in his arms and leaned in to meet and part Yugi’s lips in a long kiss. Yugi returned it, relieved that Yami’s touch once again brought comfort.
“You do like the house, right?” Yami asked as they finally broke apart, though remained entwined in a tight embrace. “I mean….this was a good surprise, wasn’t it?”
“Like it? I love it, Yami.” Yugi spontaneously kissed him again and beamed up at him. “I can’t wait to get started decorating.”
Yami smiled back. “That’s the reaction I was hoping to get.”
Yugi snuggled against his chest, smiling. All the anger and hurt was gone. He felt secure again, and he was already wondering why he ever could have thought Yami would leave him. Then he remembered he and Jounouchi’s conversation earlier.
“Um…Yami?”
“Yes?”
“If I don’t get a chance to talk to Jounouchi and you two see each other before I do and he punches you in the face…don’t be mad at him, okay?”
Yami furrowed his eyebrows. “Why would Jounouchi punch me?” Seconds later, he answered his own question at the sight of the guilt in Yugi’s eyes. “…You told him your suspicions.”
“Yeah.”
“Great…it’s probably all over Domino by now. I’ll have complete strangers punching me in the face.”
“I’ll call everyone later,” Yugi promised. “And I’ll tell them to spread the word about what was really happening.”
“Later? What’s wrong with right now? Your boyfriend’s safety is at stake!”
“I don’t feel like moving right now,” Yugi said, leaning up and capturing Yami’s lips this time. Yami’s eyes fluttered near-closed, so that when Yugi finally pulled away, the both of them breathing rather heavily, he gazed down at him through half-closed eyes and whispered, “Later sounds good,” before he leaned in to return the kiss.
X - X - X
Notes: This was originally written as a gift for a friend. In retrospect it was probably the worst possible plot I could have chosen for her gift, but only hindsight is twenty-twenty and all. X_x I decided it suited this theme pretty well.
Last night I was counting, and I've only got 16 and a half (I'm almost done with another) more themes to write for this challenge, and then I'll officially be done with the writing part. Then it'll just be a matter of tweaking and posting. It's so weird to think I've come so far with it. I'm really looking forward to sharing some of the future ones!
Happy birthday to my friend Crow!
Author: Chey (duelist_gurl163)
Rating: PG
Genre: Serious/romance
Pairings: YamixYugi
Archive: Here
Warnings: AU
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Secrecy, lying, coming home late...Yugi didn't want to face what Yami's actions might mean, but he couldn't avoid it forever.
Disclaimer: Takahashi hasn't handed it over yet.
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Jounouchi could tell something was wrong with Yugi. He waited through most of lunch, hoping he would come out with whatever was bothering him on his own, but Yugi remained silent as he picked at his food.
Sensing that he wasn’t going to get any information by remaining silent, Jounouchi drew in a deep breath and took the plunge. “Hey, Yugi?”
“Huh?”
He twirled the straw in his cup, hoping to sound offhand. “Is everything okay?”
“Why do you ask?”
“You just seem distracted.”
Yugi sighed and set down his chopsticks. “I guess I am.”
“Something on your mind?”
“Well…kind of. It’s no big deal though.”
“You sure I can’t help?”
Yugi sighed again, more of a huff, and shook his head. “I’m sure. It’s between me and Yami, there’s nothing you can do. Thanks though.”
“What could possibly be between you?" he asked. "Things have always been paradise with you two. Sometimes you practically make me nauseous with your sweetness.”
The humor didn’t have the effect he’d hoped for. Yugi simply looked even more miserable. Jounouchi put down his cup.
“Yugi, c’mon, what’s going on? I’ve never seen you act like this before.”
Eyes trained down at the countertop, Yugi propped his head in his hands. “I think…Yami might be cheating on me.”
“What?” Jounouchi said, his jaw dropping. “Why would you think that? Yami loves you. You guys have been together for years. He knows he’s found someone great in you, there’s no reason he’d go off with anybody else.”
“I know that.” He shifted, running one hand through his spiky hair and leaning into his palm. “It isn’t like I want to believe it. I never would have dreamed he would cheat on me either. But lately…he’s been acting so secretive. He comes home late, he’s nervous anytime I go on our computer, he’s become very shady about his bank account…just last week he told me he had to go into work on Saturday for a meeting, and I saw Meiko-san at the grocery store and mentioned it, and he didn’t know anything at all about a meeting.”
“Oh.” Jounouchi took a sip of his drink, not knowing what else to say.
“The signs aren’t good,” Yugi said, eyes still downcast. “I have to confront him, but…I don’t want to hear him tell me he’s found someone else. I don’t want him to leave me.”
“Maybe…maybe it isn’t what you think.”
“What could it be, then?” Yugi demanded, lifting his head. “What else would he ever hide from me? Why would he suddenly care if I check our joint e-mail account? Why would he suddenly be lying to me about going to a meeting? If it was something innocent, he’d have told me the truth!”
Helpless, Jounouchi just nodded and tried to look sympathetic. Yugi buried his face back in his hands.
“Why would he do this, Jounouchi? I love him…just last month we were talking about buying a real house together. We had one we really liked, we were going to buy it and have a commitment ceremony in our yard. We were going to legally change our names so we could have the same last name, even if it wasn’t a real marriage that the government recognized. We were going to…spend our lives together and now he’s found someone else!”
“Yugi…I know the signs are bad but you don’t know for a fact that he’s with someone else.”
“The other day I walked into the living room when he was listening to the messages on the phone. The minute I walked in he shut the message off and erased it. He told me it was just a telemarketer, but I heard a little of it. It was a man’s voice, saying something about coming over, or how Yami could meet him later…” Yugi bit his lip. “I can’t keep lying to myself. I want to believe this is all a misunderstanding, but…what if it isn’t? What will I do then?”
Jounouchi reached across the table and patted his shoulder. “You’ll be okay. If you’re right, then Yami isn’t the person we all thought he was, and you deserve better than him.”
It didn’t console Yugi, who murmured, “I love him. I never thought I’d say I loved someone, until I met him. And now…”
“Do you want me to talk to him? See if he’ll admit anything? Maybe give him a good punch in the face?” Jounouchi’s voice was slowly shifting into a protective growl.
“No. I decided this morning that I’m going to talk to him when he gets home later.” Yugi straightened up. “I can’t put it off and hope that it goes away on its own.”
“If it turns out he is cheating on you, then can I punch him in the face?”
He finally succeeded in getting a tiny laugh out of Yugi. “Okay, then you can.”
- - -
When Yugi heard the door open, he stiffened in his seat. Down the hall he heard the door click shut, the sound of shoes being kicked off, and then Yami’s voice calling out, “I’m home! Yugi, are you here?”
It was so unfair. Yami’s voice used to be the sound of comfort to him, the sound of safety and love. Now it only brought a painful sting to his heart. In just a few minutes he would know the truth, and then Yami’s voice would be only the sound of betrayal and broken dreams.
“Yugi?” Yami asked again as he walked into the room and spotted Yugi sitting at the table. He brightened. “Hey, I thought maybe you weren’t home.”
“No, I am.”
Setting down his attaché case, Yami leaned over to kiss him. Yugi, hating himself for it, automatically tilted his head up to kiss him back. The taste of his lips made his eyes grow wet. He squeezed them shut, trying not to cry openly. He couldn’t do that; he couldn’t give Yami the satisfaction of seeing him broken.
Yami, however, had noticed something was wrong.
“Hey, Yugi…are you alright?”
Yugi, struggling to keep tears at bay, hesitated before he shook his head. Yami pulled out the chair across the table from him, scooting in and staring worriedly. “What is it? Did something happen to Jounouchi? I know you were having lunch with him today.”
Again, Yugi shook his head. This time he managed speech. “No. Jounouchi’s fine.”
“Then what is it?”
Yugi grit his teeth. “Don’t say that like you don’t know!”
Yami, looking bewildered and scared: “Yugi, I don’t know. Please talk to me, tell me what’s making you so upset. Let me help.”
“I know you’ve been lying to me,” Yugi said, staring down at his lap. He drew in a long, shaky breath. “I know that there was no meeting last Saturday. I know that you don’t have to work such long hours. I know that man on the phone wasn’t a telemarketer. I know everything, okay? You don’t have to lie to me any more. I know what you’re hiding. I just…want to hear from you that it’s true.”
Yami’s face fell. Looking crushed, he asked, “Who told you?”
Despite his best attempts, the tears escaped. It was too much…the suspicions were bad enough, but to hear Yami admit that Yugi was right? To admit that everything Yugi had just said was true? And Yami couldn’t even have the decency to at least say it. Instead, all he cared about was who had told on him.
“Nobody told me, I found out on my own,” Yugi said loudly, speaking through sobs.
“Oh.”
Yugi couldn’t take it any longer. He couldn’t sit here at this table, in this tiny apartment kitchen they had shared for years, and stay calm. It felt like any second he would burst into tears too hard to speak around, and he had to get the conversation over with before that happened. “Look…I know, so you don’t have to give me any of the details. Just tell me…how long did you think lying to me would work? When were you planning on finally telling me?”
“Soon, I swear. I just needed a little more time, I was going to tell you this weekend. I had this big plan, how we would go out and I would tell you…”
Yugi just sat there with his eyes closed, feeling too sick to know what to say. A big plan? What, breaking his heart wasn’t going to be enough? Confessing was going to require humiliating him in public as well?
Yami broke the silence tentatively. “Um…Yugi…can I ask you something now?”
“Sure, whatever,” he mumbled.
“If you know…then why are you so upset? I guess I’m no good at keeping secrets, but now you know why I did, so…what’s with the tears? This wasn’t the way I’d planned for you to find out, but I’d still hoped that you’d be happy.”
Yugi’s eyes flew open. “Happy?!” he demanded. “You thought I would be happy?”
“Well…I had hoped.”
“You thought I would be happy about the man I love cheating on me?”
There was a heavy silence in the room. Yami just stared at him, looked utterly baffled, and finally said, “…What?”
“Don’t ‘what’ me! You just sat there and admitted everything! Don’t try to play innocent now!”
“Yugi, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not cheating on you.”
“But…the lies and the…the hiding things and that phone message…”
“You thought I was admitting to cheating?”
“Well, what else would you be admitting to?” Yugi asked, frustrated.
Yami stood up.
“Yami, what are you-”
“Just wait here,” he said.
Yugi, not knowing what else to do, waited. A few moments later Yami returned to the room carrying a thick file folder, and slid it across the table.
“What is this?” Yugi asked.
“It’s what I’ve been hiding.”
Yugi looked up at him and back down at the file and then gingerly opened it. He sifted through the papers, trying to make sense of what they were through the fog in his brain. Finally he shook his head. “Yami…what exactly is all this? I’m…having a hard time concentrating.”
“What I’ve been hiding is that I’ve been trying to get the house ready to show you. Those are the contracts, the correspondence, the receipts...everything I’ve been working on.”
“The house?” Yugi repeated. “What house?”
“The house," Yami said. "The one you fell in love with the minute the real estate agent showed it to us. I decided to secretly start the tear-out so we could decorate it however we wanted…however you wanted, really. I was going to get it ready and then tell you I would take you on a picnic this weekend, but instead of going to the park we’d go there, and…it was supposed to be a surprise.”
“You…bought a house?”
“Well, sort of. I’ve been working with the agent to let me send crews in to start the tear-out with the agreement that on Saturday we would go into his office and co-sign the final contract. It’s as much your house as mine.”
“You bought us a house?”
He smiled shyly. “Well, except when it comes to decorating, then it’s mostly yours. I know how much not being allowed to paint in here has driven you crazy.”
Way too many thoughts were flying around inside Yugi’s head. It was too much on his brain to go from angry and hurt to shocked and excited within a few minutes.
“Yugi?” Yami asked. “Yugi, say something.”
“So…the phone calls, the…staying late and the fake meeting…were all to work on this? This is why you’ve been so shady?”
“Yes. I couldn’t let you see the e-mails from the agent. Obviously I couldn’t tell you I was meeting with the agent, and if I told you my bank account balance you’d have seen the difference when I paid the deposit and construction crew. I knew you’d ask questions.”
“You weren’t cheating on me, then,” Yugi said, staring down at the papers.
“Yugi…” Yami reached out, took his hands, and gently pulled him to his feet. “Why would you think I ever would?”
Yugi couldn’t meet his eyes. Ashamed, he stared down at Yami’s feet. “All the signs seemed to point to it. The secrecy, the lies, hearing a strange man’s voice on the answering machine saying it would be okay to meet him later…I didn’t want to believe it, Yami. For weeks I refused to believe it. But I knew deep down I couldn’t be naïve, no matter how much I loved you. I had to accept that there might be a less-than-innocent reason for it all, and then once I started to worry, it just spiraled into panic. I was afraid to lose you, afraid to hear you say you loved someone else.”
“I see. I guess…all those things do sound like a spouse having an affair. But Yugi…” He tilted Yugi’s chin up with one hand, making him meet his eyes. “Yugi, I swear to you…you are and have always been the only one. I would rather spend the rest of my life alone than with someone who wasn’t you.”
Yugi’s eyes re-filled with tears, but these ones weren’t accompanied by heartache. “I always believed that deep down,” he whispered. “I didn’t want to believe anything else.”
“You’ll never have to.” Yami enfolded him in his arms and leaned in to meet and part Yugi’s lips in a long kiss. Yugi returned it, relieved that Yami’s touch once again brought comfort.
“You do like the house, right?” Yami asked as they finally broke apart, though remained entwined in a tight embrace. “I mean….this was a good surprise, wasn’t it?”
“Like it? I love it, Yami.” Yugi spontaneously kissed him again and beamed up at him. “I can’t wait to get started decorating.”
Yami smiled back. “That’s the reaction I was hoping to get.”
Yugi snuggled against his chest, smiling. All the anger and hurt was gone. He felt secure again, and he was already wondering why he ever could have thought Yami would leave him. Then he remembered he and Jounouchi’s conversation earlier.
“Um…Yami?”
“Yes?”
“If I don’t get a chance to talk to Jounouchi and you two see each other before I do and he punches you in the face…don’t be mad at him, okay?”
Yami furrowed his eyebrows. “Why would Jounouchi punch me?” Seconds later, he answered his own question at the sight of the guilt in Yugi’s eyes. “…You told him your suspicions.”
“Yeah.”
“Great…it’s probably all over Domino by now. I’ll have complete strangers punching me in the face.”
“I’ll call everyone later,” Yugi promised. “And I’ll tell them to spread the word about what was really happening.”
“Later? What’s wrong with right now? Your boyfriend’s safety is at stake!”
“I don’t feel like moving right now,” Yugi said, leaning up and capturing Yami’s lips this time. Yami’s eyes fluttered near-closed, so that when Yugi finally pulled away, the both of them breathing rather heavily, he gazed down at him through half-closed eyes and whispered, “Later sounds good,” before he leaned in to return the kiss.
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Notes: This was originally written as a gift for a friend. In retrospect it was probably the worst possible plot I could have chosen for her gift, but only hindsight is twenty-twenty and all. X_x I decided it suited this theme pretty well.
Last night I was counting, and I've only got 16 and a half (I'm almost done with another) more themes to write for this challenge, and then I'll officially be done with the writing part. Then it'll just be a matter of tweaking and posting. It's so weird to think I've come so far with it. I'm really looking forward to sharing some of the future ones!
Happy birthday to my friend Crow!