Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Leftover Love ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Leftover Love

Disclaimer: Things I don’t own: Yu-gi-oh! and the movie “Excess Baggage.” Things I do own: Um…insert stuff here?
Oh- Warning from chapter one still applies. Yugi and Yami sitting in a tree…K-I-S-S-I-N-G


I am so happy with all the pretty sparkly reviews from last chapter. Thank you so much Yana5, Sansi, rin-almighty-yaoi-lover, ladywolf(Terri, pharohs-slave, Kaworu85, Millie Ishtar Motou, Queenoftheskies16, and Haru Tortoise. I’m glad to see that new people are enjoying my story and that others are brave enough to stick through my crazy ramblings.


Sansi once again you bring up a good point. Yes, I’m pretty sure you have heard of a movie with the same plot. The movie “Excess Baggage” that I put in my disclaimer every chapter is indeed where I got the idea for this story. It’s very funny and I recommend it to anyone interested. If you have heard of a different movie with this plot, I would love to hear about it.


Ok on with the new chapter. Unfortunately I can tell you right now, next chapter will come slower- school’s starting up again- evil school. Anyways enjoy reading this chapter and tell me what you think afterwards.


Chapter 3


Yugi was whining while he was walking. Actually, there wasn’t much walking so much as whining. And complaining. That part was fun. He had already insulted Yami’s ancestors up to his great great great great grandpa. The not-fun part was the dark. Yugi was a city boy and the lack of artificial light fixtures was scaring him. That and the fact that his boots were top-of-the-line, latest fashion, fresh from Paris. However they were not made for hiking. Making a statement, yes. Making one while walking, no. Unless that statement was look at the trendy loser who lost the heel to one boot maybe.

A car’s headlight slowly drove up to him and Yugi got hopeful. Maybe the car would stop and give him a lift home. He just wanted tonight’s disaster to be over. Then he realized the car coming towards him was familiar. Like his car familiar. Quickly he turned his head towards the woods and started walking. The car stopped besides him and Yami stuck his head out the window. “You got me in a lot of trouble you little brat. Your cigarette burned up my home.” He yelled.

“Good.” Yugi declared, sticking out his tongue.

“And now you’re gonna get in the car with me and call your grandpa and tell him that I did not kidnap you.” Yami continued.

“Nope.” Yugi said with a smirk.

“You little brat. Come on, I’m only asking you to tell the truth.” Yami whined.

“Nope.” Yugi repeated happily, glad to see Yami squirm for once.

“Please. I don’t want to go to jail for life.” Yami begged. Yugi stared at him for a moment before slamming into the passenger seat.

“Ok but you’re buying me a pixie stick.”

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Yugi insisted on the jumbo-sized pixie stick and Yami personally prayed that he’d choke on the fairy dust. He walked out to the side of the building where Yugi was leaning on the payphone and tossed the candy at him.

“Here. Now call dear grandpa and tell him you’re fine, no worries- no burned spots.”

“Okay.” Yugi said cheerfully and dialed up a number, smiling at Yami as the phone rang. Yami could hear the grandfather pick up and call Yugi’s name.

“Grandpa.” Yugi said with a sudden sob.

“Yugi are you alright?” the man demanded.

“Grandpa he hurt me-” Yugi cried before Yami came to his senses and disconnected the call.

“What the hell was that about? I never touched you!” Yami yelled.

Yugi shrugged, swallowing more pure sugar. “Take me some place to stay tonight and I’ll call him again with the right words.” He offered.

“I’m not taking you anywhere kid.” Yami fumed, heading back for the car.

“Suit yourself.” Yugi shrugged again, holding up the car keys.

“Fine. But tomorrow, I never want to see you again, ever.” Yami declared, somehow sad at this thought.

“Fine.” Yugi agreed, confident Yami was all talk.

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They had paid for two separate rooms, on Yami of course because when Yugi pulled out his credit card it was obviously a bad idea. Neither one saw each other the entire night, and neither one slept at all. The minute the clock struck 7 Yami was banging on Yugi’s door, demanding he open up. He was hopeful that the boy would still be asleep but on his second knock, Yugi threw open the door with a large smile. “Breakfast time Yami?” he asked pleasantly, closing the door behind him. Yami stared with a wide-open mouth until he came to his senses.

“Wait a minute. Breakfast was not part of the deal. You’re supposed to call your grandpa now.” Yami fumed.

“Can’t.” Yugi declared. “In my hunger I’ve forgotten grandpa’s number.”

“Great. Just great.” Yami said.

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Breakfast was a silent affair. Yami was too busy glaring at the boy across from him to talk and Yugi was too focused on his pancakes. It wasn’t until Yugi started licking syrup off his fork before either of them spoke.

“You must get a lot of cavities kid.” Yami finally said. Yugi grinned widely.

“Not one.”

“Don’t you think it’s time we parted ways Yugi?” Yami asked frustrated.

“But we’re still getting to know each other.” Yugi whined. “What’s your favorite color? Mine’s black.”

“Look kid I don’t want to play twenty questions with you. I have things to do. I have to deliver this bag to some associates of mine.” Yami explained, heaving the backpack Joey had given him. Yugi immediately reached over and tried to grab the bag.

“What’s in there?” Yugi asked curiously.

“None of your business.” Yami declared, pulling the bag away.

Yugi sniffled for a moment before smiling again. “I just think I could help you better if you told me what was in the bag we’re carrying.”

“You’re not carrying it. This is my bag and my mission. You need to go home.” Yami hissed.

“Quite right Mister Sands.” A voice called from behind them, one who didn’t sound like the waitress. Both Yugi and Yami turned slowly to see a tall brunette in a white trench coat glaring at the two of them, metal briefcase in hand, and a duel card necklace around his throat.

“Seto.” Yugi whined unhappily. “Why did you have to find me?”

“Your grandfather’s concerned about you Yugi. He worries about the type of crowd you’ve connected with lately. He wants you to come home.” Seto lectured, sneering at Yami.

“Hey he’s free to leave-” Yami started but Yugi cut him off quickly.

“I’m not going home. Grandpa doesn’t care about me. He never will. You’re only looking for me because you’re paid to.”

“That’s not true Yugi.” Seto said and for a moment his harsh face softened. “Mokuba misses you. He’s scared you were hurt. And your grandpa paid a lot of money to see you safe.”

“Well I’m safe so it worked.” Yugi declared. “Tell your brother I miss him but I’m on an important mission. I’ll send him a postcard.”

Seto scowled again. “I can’t let you leave again Yugi. My orders were to find you and bring you back. Period.” Seto reached out and grabbed the boy’s arm in a tight hold, unwilling to let go.

“Let me go!” Yugi screamed, pulling on his arm and causing a commotion, which disturbed the other diners. They turned to stare at them and Yugi played right up to them. “He’s hurting me. I never saw this guy before in my life. He’s trying to take me somewhere. I don’t want to leave my brother.” Yugi yelled, crying real tears. He gestured to Yami, who had been sitting confused at the table.

“This isn’t funny Yugi.” Seto fumed. “This boy is my charge. I’m supposed to watch over him.” He announced to the truckers who were getting up. They didn’t listen to him but instead picked him up and threw him through a diner window.

Yugi beamed at the men and grabbed Yami’s hand, pulling him with him. “Thank you gentlemen. You’ve saved my life.” Then they were out the door. Unfortunately so was Seto and he had a gun, which he demonstrated by firing at them.

“Guess Seto’s a little mad at me.” Yugi said with a shrug. Yami tried hard to resist the urge to strangle him.

“Why is Ra punishing me?” Yami yelled as Yugi dragged him away from the diner and towards the woods. “Wait kid, the car’s in the other direction. And I left my bag back in the diner.” Yami protested, pulling away from the boy. A bullet whizzed past his ear, and Yugi grabbed hold of his arm again, tighter this time.
“Look I’m sorry but if you go back to the car or diner right now you won’t live to enjoy the money. Besides, how do you think I feel? I loved that car.” Yugi pouted. Yami growled at the spoiled brat and allowed himself to be dragged away. If Joey was still alive, he was going to kill Yami.

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Seto Kaiba closed the door of the sports car and flung the backpack over his shoulder. With a smirk he dialed Motou’s number on his cell phone. “Motou-san? It’s Kaiba. Unfortunately your grandson is still off with that greasy punk but I’ve recovered the car along with something I think might bring both Yugi and our thief come running right back to us.” Seto reached down to pull open the backpack then, and reveal the stack of bills.


Tbc…


Ok and the chapter’s done. Hope you liked it. If you had any trouble following the bag of money around I understand completely. Let’s see it started with Joey- he gave it to Yami and he put it in the car until he took it with him into the diner and left it there- and now darling Seto has it. Next chapter Yami and Yugi look for a new form of transportation and Joey makes a comeback- he’s too cute to kill off.




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