Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A Different Kind of You ❯ Troubles with the Home-Life ( Chapter 21 )

Yugi stared aimlessly into the now empty room Joey moved out of. He'd been gone for almost a week and the amethyst-eyed teen still found himself at Joey's door, missing the blonde even more than the last day. He felt barren inside without his best friend there with him, but he was grateful he still had at least one of them.

 

“Malik told me the good news,” a familiar English accent of Ryou noted from behind him.

 

“Yeah,” Yugi noted dully.

 

“You don't sound very happy about getting out of here. What's wrong?”

 

“Nothing,” the younger sighed, “just the big change and wondering what will happen next.”

 

“If it makes you feel better, I feel the same way.”

 

“What do you mean,” Yugi asked, turning around to look at his albino-haired friend.

 

“I'm leaving too,” Ryou stated with a soft smile on his face.

 

“You paid off you debts,” he exclaimed incredulously.

 

“Yugi,” Ryou said calmly, looking away with a look of shame covering his face, “my debts have been paid off for almost five months now.”

 

“What,” Yugi squeaked, eyes widening with disbelief, “Why didn't you tell me? Why haven't you left yet?”

 

“I was worried for you so I asked Marik if I could stick around for a while longer, just until I was sure you were going to be okay. I also managed to convince Bakura to let me stay as well and he was agreeable as long as there weren't any more customers. I knew Joey would be leaving soon, sometime this year, and I didn't want you to be by yourself with only Malik when he's only got a few weeks left himself.”

 

“I didn't even notice you weren't getting any customers,” Yugi admitted, looking at the floor. “I didn't pay any attention to you at all and I was wound up in my own problems.”

 

“It's not your fault, Yugi. You've had a lot of things happening all at once lately, but you can finally settle down and live happily and normally.”

 

Yugi turned back to the empty room, a hand resting gently on his heart, “I love him, Ryou; I do. I just hope I'm doing the right thing going to live with him.”

 

He heard Ryou step up behind him and the next thing he knew he was wrapped up tightly in the older teen's arms and he rested comfortably against his chest. “Don't worry, Yugi, I can tell that Yami is good for you. He's got a job and he wouldn't let anyone or thing hurt you as long as he can help you. He'll be everything you need in your life and more and he'll listen to you if you don't like something or want something.”

 

“Yeah,” Yugi breathed, his chest lightening slightly, “You're right. This is such a big change; it seems like this place is the only thing I know…but now, with Yami, I'm scared.”

 

“Scared,” Ryou questioned, holding on tighter for comfort.

 

“Yes, this place is all I've known besides hatred and pain and I'm scared of being with Yami because it won't be the same. It's the complete opposite.”

 

“Have you talked about that with him, yet? Told him that you might not feel ready to…be with him in that way?”

 

“It's been somewhat mentioned.”

 

“Somewhat?”

 

“We talked about doing it sort of, but I didn't say I was scared about it, just that I felt bad he couldn't be my first and give him what most lovers do.”

 

“I see; Bakura and I were the same way when we were ready to be together.”

 

“You were,” Yugi asked, looking up at him the best he could. “What happened; you're obviously happy with him.”

 

“Yes, happier than I've ever been,” Ryou admitted, a glazed look passing over his features. “We didn't do anything for a while, he waited for me to be ready to confront all I've known and now every time I'm with him I can feel free and happy. He knows that with my customers they liked me to be submissive and just lay there like a helpless girl because of my feminine appearance so Bakura makes sure to give me space in case I wanted to take over a lot of the times, He's always sure to tell me when it's not okay to be with him though because of his health problems because he doesn't want to hurt me.”

 

“Do you think Yami would mind waiting for me? I don't think I could start having an…an intimate relation with him like that yet, not with being at this place for so long.”

 

“The only one who could answer that is Yami himself,” Ryou answered sadly, “I wish I could help you more.” A sudden, low beeping noise sounded from the albino's wrist and he pushed back his sleep and looked at it for a second before untangling himself from Yugi. “I got to go now, got to make sure Bakura takes his medication before things get bad and I need to finish packing too.”

 

“Yeah, I still need to finish up some things too,” Yugi waved him off. He watched his friend go before turning the other way for his room.

 

Yami was sitting on the bed, reading a magazine with a strange look on his face. When he noticed Yugi in the doorway he looked up, “Hey.” He waved the magazine at him, “You read interesting material.”

 

A blush on the younger's face and he crossed the room quickly, all but running, and grabbed the magazine from him and hid it from Yami's eyes. “Malik gave to me when I first came here,” he explained, “for some pointers.”

 

“Is that why you don't like sex toys,” he asked seriously.

 

Yugi looked away embarrassedly, admitting in a quiet voice, “Yes. I probably wouldn't have been so bad with them if I had tried them first rather than reading about them. The things they say just make it sound horrible and painful, but Malik said they don't hurt at all. I'm just not in a hurry to find out for myself after that.” After a second he stared at Yami curiously, “How did you know I don't like toys? I never told you.”

 

The older smirked and glanced casually around the room, “I heard some people talking about it when I was walking here one down, somewhere down the hall.”

 

Another blush rose on the amethyst-eyed teen's cheeks and he refused to meet Yami's eyes. “Can we not talk about this?”

 

“Of course,” Yami stood up, wrapping his arms around the teen and held him gently. “I picked up the last few things while you were talking with Ryou. It looked like you needed some personal time; I hope you don't mind.” Yugi shook his head. “So are you ready to go now or did you need to say goodbye to anyone else?” Another shake from the teen and he led them out the door, closing the cracked and worn wood behind them.

 

~~

 

Entering the apartment and stepping in caused shivers to course through Yugi slightly, looking around cautiously like something was about to jump out at any second.

 

“Can I get you anything,” Yami asked suddenly, startling the young man.

 

“Something to drink,” Yugi asked quietly.

 

No problem, anything particular. I made sure I stocked up as best as I could because I didn't know all that you liked.”

 

A blush covered Yugi's cheeks and he muttered, “You didn't have to do that.”

 

Yami came over and wrapped his arms around Yugi tightly, resting his cheek against the other's. “I wanted to,” he admitted, “I wanted to make sure you were comfortable here, this is your home now.” He pulled away and startled looking through some cupboards, “Tell you what, I'll get us some hot chocolate and we can hang out in my room and fest out on movies.”

 

Yugi nodded, even though Yami didn't see it, and glanced around. “Where's your dad?”

 

“I don't know, some big city or something,” Yami answered, putting two mugs into an old-looking microwave. “He said it was for work, but I think he just wanted to have a drink without me buggering him about it.”

 

“How long will he be gone?”

 

“Never can tell when he decides to take random trips like that. It's better this way though because you'll have time to get settled without worrying about him.”

 

Yugi smiled, going over to Yami and resting his head against his back as he stirred chocolate into the warm water. When he was handed a glass he tapped it against Yami's jokingly. “I think,” he said before taking a small sip, “That I'm glad I came here with you.”

 

~~

 

Yugi had been living with Yami for almost three months now when he found himself staring out the window one late evening. Three months and you'd think a lot would've happened, but nothing has.

 

There'd only been one word from Yami's father since he'd been there and it was surprise the two had gotten a call at all. It turned out Yami's father met a girl in one of the bars and he decided to stay with her rather than going back to the apartment. Yami had said only one thing to him besides hello before hanging up and that was, “That's real responsible of you dad.” They had watched horror movies the rest of the day, nothing said between them except for goodnight when they started falling asleep.

 

The next day wasn't as tense and Yami took Yugi out to ice-cream as an apology for acting weird the day before; that had been a couple months ago.

 

Now Yugi sighed as he stared out the apartment window, not sure what to do until Yami came back home from his job. He usually watched movies for the five lonely hours, but today he just didn't feel like it. He hadn't been feeling very together for a week and he was glad Yami hadn't noticed it.

 

Yami Yugi thought, sighing and creating a large foggy puff on the glass. He's why I feel like this. He slumped down on the floor and knocked his head against the wall a few times, groaning with frustration. I want to be with him, but I can't bring myself to get over my time at the whorehouse. I feel weird being here and, at the same time, I'm happy. I know he wants it too but I just can't yet.

 

The door opened and he sat up lazily, watching put a bag on the floor and go down the hall. He heard his name called and he waited for Yami to come back down the hall.

 

“There you are,” he said as the crimson-eyed teen when he saw Yugi on the floor. “What are you doing down there?”

 

“Thinking,” Yugi answered, making swirling, random designs on the floor.

 

“About what,” Yami questioned, sitting down on the floor next to the amethyst-eyed teen.

 

“Yami, are you disappointed with me?”

 

“What,” the older breathed, eyes swirling with designs.

 

“It's been three months since I left…since I came here and nothing's happened.”

 

“What did you expect to happen, Yugi? I don't understand what you're trying to say.”

 

“I mean between us,” Yugi cried embarrassedly, “haven't you wanted anything to happen between up!”

 

Yami moved away as Yugi went into hysterics, not sure what to do. Isn't Yugi happy here with me? “I still don't understand,” he admitted.

 

“Sex, Yami,” Yugi blatantly shouted, not seeming embarrassed at all except for the small pink that covered his cheeks. “Haven't you wanted to do it with me at all?”

 

Yami settled back down, resting against Yugi comfortably, “I would love to be with you more than anything. Malik called the a few days after we left and mentioned that he found something that you might want so I went to get it while you were sleeping a couple months ago. I ran into Ryou who was finishing a few things still and he admitted to what you two were talking about the day we left.”

 

Yugi's eyes widened with realization and he turned away embarrassedly, tearing brimming his eyes. “You were waiting for me,” he choked out.

 

“Yes, I didn't want to do anything unless you were ready.”

 

The younger glanced at Yami shyly, slowly moving forward slightly and, before the older could do anything, pressed his lips to the other's, moving so close he was sitting in his lap with his arms wrapped around his neck tightly to deepen the kiss further. It wasn't until his hands started wandering down his shirt and his hips wiggled suggestively that Yami pushed him away.

 

“You don't want to,” Yugi asked, hurt filling his eyes.

 

“Not like this, Yugi, I won't do it with you acting like this. That's going to be a special time for us whether or not either of us has already done it hundreds of times with someone else or not. You're only doing this because you feel you have to,” Yami accused, looking away.

 

“It's not fair to you to have to wait so long for me to get over something so stupid!”

 

“I'm going to wait for you, Yugi, whether you believe it's fair to me or not.”

 

“What if I am ready now,” the younger insisted, wanting to make Yami happy.

 

“You don't sound like you are, you sound just like you're trying to satisfy everyone else and not yourself; I won't let you do that to yourself.” He stood up and walked into the kitchen, leaving Yugi sitting on the floor. He hadn't walked away, but he knew Yugi was only going to argue more and he wasn't sure he would be able to hold out if the younger kept insisting he was ready when he knew he wasn't. It's going to be special for our first time and not some random event Yami promised himself.

 

Yugi sat on the floor long after Yami had left him there, tears streaming down his red cheeks with frustration. He stood, wiped his face roughly, and stalked out the door.

 

~~

 

The amethyst-eyed teen stood in front of Marik's office not twenty minutes later. He was opting whether to knock or just turn around and go back to Yami's apartment (unable to think of it as his too just yet). He didn't have much of a choice when the door suddenly opened and Marik stood staring at him with one eyebrow raised.

 

“I could feel you standing there, Yugi,” he smirked. “Can I help you with something?”

 

“I need to…I mean, that is…there's something I need to talk with you about. Do you have a while?”

 

Marik smiled and nodded, stepping aside for Yugi to walk into the office. He closed the door and locked it so no one would bother them, sensing it was something important, at least to Yugi, and wanted to make him feel comfortable. The sat down, Marik behind his desk and Yugi in a stiff, wooden chair with a moth-eaten cushion facing him.

 

“Why did I come here,” Yugi asked, getting straight to the point. “When I first came here, what did I say to you?”

 

“You said you needed a place to stay with a good pay and this place was recommended.”

 

“Anything else,” Yugi pressed on urgently.

 

“You did mention that you weren't going to come out of your room for anything and that you wouldn't get along with anybody here since you didn't want to be here, but it was your last option. Also, that you weren't going to be polite to any of your customers or anybody else that stayed here,” he joked, remembering that one-sided conversation well.

 

Yugi flushed and looked away embarrassedly. “I didn't have any want to be a prostitute and have sex every night then,” he continued quietly. “I didn't want to have anything to do with it?”

 

“Yes, you're the only person who made sure I knew that well; it's partly the reason you didn't have any customers for a while,” he smirked again.

 

Yugi took this in for a while before softly asking, “What happened after that?”

 

“You stalked in, upset, and asking why nobody was coming in. I explained that you were new and that you blatant announcement that you're weren't going to agreeable with the customers tended to make customers steer clear from you. So you said you were going to try.”

 

“Try,” Yugi looked up.

 

“Yes, and it worked quite well. You became used to situation and calmed down after getting used to your new lifestyle.”

 

“Try,” Yugi repeated to himself, feeling lighter inside somewhere and knowing what it meant somehow. He stood up, nodding his head at Marik, and walked out the door. He spent the rest of the day out, wandering around until it became too dark out. Heading home, finally being able to call it that after the short conversation with Marik, and felt better than he had been in the three months his `profession' ended.

 

~~

 

“Yami,” Yugi called out throughout the apartment. He heard someone in the kitchen and he saw Yami sitting at the table, sitting completely still except for the slight tremors in his shoulders. His head was laying on his arms, face hidden from view.

 

“What's wrong, Yami,” Yugi asked, sitting next to him.

 

Crimson eyes looked up, red rimming the rare irises. Their owner stared at him for a second before clutching him tightly, mumbling into Yugi's shirt that he was scared he wouldn't come back.

 

Yugi smiled softly, holding Yami and rubbing comforting circles into his back. “I'm here, Yami,” he whispered, “I'm not going anywhere.”

 

“I wasn't sure how you'd react when I refused you after being used to people coming to you for just that reason. I thought you were mad and I tried looking for you and I couldn't find you anywhere.”

 

“I went to talk to Marik about something.”

 

“You aren't going back, are you,” Yami's eyes widened frightenly, scared he might lose Yugi.

 

“No, no, I'm not going to become what I was again. I just needed to discuss a few things from him. Things are going to be better from now on; I promise.”