Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Not a Kid ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3

 

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CRASH!

 

BANG!

 

A hand shot out and landed heavily on one of mankind's most evil of creations, otherwise known as an alarm clock. Predictably, said alarm clock was smashed to a pulp, its excruciatingly shrill ringing coming to an abrupt end. The slightly tanned hand that had brought about its demise plopped down from the nightstand where it had landed and lay limply on the side of the bed.

 

If one decided to follow that same arm, one would see that it was poking out of a black silk comforter, covering the rest of the person that was underneath it. After a few more seconds of blissful silence, the calm of the morning was shattered by a low groan, coming from the prone figure on the bed. Another tanned arm wormed its way out of the warmth of the black comforter and pushed it down to finally reveal the rest of the recently sleeping person.

 

Good thing there weren't any ladies (or men, for that matter) in the room at that moment, because death-by-nosebleed-induced-blood-loss would have been inevitable. A smooth, seemingly velvety soft bronze skin, covered a lithe, graceful figure that dancers would have been jealous of. The shape of the person was slim, but at the same time undeniably masculine. Strong, long legs joined together at a thin waist, leading up to a pair of shoulders, broad enough to be a man's, but in no way bulky. A slim, graceful neck was supporting the figure's head, which was still buried in the pillow. Unfortunately it was impossible to tell any more of the person's features, because he was still lying on his stomach, face down. But even that was enough to make anyone with an ounce of appreciation for all things beautiful drool. Soon enough though, the figure released a resigned sigh, as though even if it didn't want to, it'd still have to face a new day. Slowly, the person pushed himself into a sitting position and wearily opened his eyes. And if one thought he was beauty personified before, now…Long, thick bangs of pure silver fell in the person's face, hiding his features. The messy strands looked like liquid, smooth and shiny. The rest of his hair was pitch-black, rivaling the sky on a night with no moon or stars to brighten it. It wasn't very short, but it spiked out some, which was a bit peculiar, since it still looked soft as feathers. Long, slim fingers came to brush away the messy bangs, obscuring the man's face and revealed the rest of his facial features. High, proportionate cheekbones, a straight, proud nose, and petal-soft, full lips, all covered by the same lightly tanned, silky skin, that stretched down the rest of his nicely muscled body. But the most striking things about the figure's face were his eyes. Long, thick, black lashes framed a pair of almond-shaped gems. Slim, thin eyebrows arched above them. The eye color in itself though, was something totally unique. A vivid shade of greyish amethyst, tinted with silver specks. They had once been much lighter, but then again, the person behind those eyes had been in many ways lighter himself. All in all, with its aura of dark, seductive sensuality, the figure looked deliciously molestable. The fact that he was wearing nothing but a pair of black, silk boxers didn't help matters much either.

 

Swinging his legs over the edge of the king-sized bed, Kouga Uchiha cast one last longing look at his soft, warm cocoon of blankets and comforter and with a sigh, placed his feet on the floor. For once he was grateful, that he'd allowed his decorator's imagination freedom, instead of going for the idea of a hardwood floor he'd originally had. The soft, thick ivory rug felt nice under his still slightly numb from sleep limbs. He spent another moment enjoying the wonderful sensation and finally stood with a smooth, almost predatory in its nature grace. With a few confident strides, Kouga reached the master bathroom linked to his bedroom and, in a fluid motion, stripped of his boxers and entered the shower. The entire place was covered in black marble and silver. The massive bathtub with dozens of types of scented gels, shampoos and conditioners were all usually used in the evening, after a hard day's work. Turning the knob for the cold water, Kouga stepped under the icy stream and almost yelped, as he felt the last traces of sleep leave his body. After he made sure he was completely awake, he reached out and turned on the hot water, waiting for the stream to warm up. He washed his hair and body and, wrapping a fluffy white towel round his waist, exited the bathroom.

 

He soon stood before his massive closet, with the damp towel still on his shoulders, contemplating his choice of clothing for the day. Finally, he settled in a pair of skin tight, black jeans and a simple black wife beater. He donned the clothing over his customary black boxers and looked himself up in the full-sized mirror in the corner of the room. He smirked lightly as he took in his appearance. He loved black. One could say it was his obsession. When asked for the reason behind his love for dark colors and silver, he'd smile mysteriously, and change the topic. The truth was black reminded him of a certain person. Everything dark actually did. And silver was a reminder of the fact that even the lightest of precious minerals had a certain amount of taint in it in the form of a grayish tint, and still lost none of its luster and shine…Shaking his head to rid himself of the thought, Kouga reached out for his jewelry box with a frown. He put a simple silver earring with a delicate looking cross hanging at the end on his left ear, and a pair of black leather armbands to round up his look. Grabbing a pair of black running shoes and the denim jacket that went with his jeans, he exited the bedroom and crossed the large, ornately furnished penthouse, his destination- the elevator that would lead him to the lobby of the apartment complex.

 

Several minutes later found him revving up his bike, ready for a new day's worth of work. He was nothing but a black, shiny blur as he expertly dodged the morning traffic of Miami's busy streets. The wind played with the silver wisps of hair, mixing them with the shorter, darker strands. The wind blew harshly, as if trying to tear his jacket off his lithe form. He loved riding his bike without a helmet, it gave him a sense of freedom nothing could compare to.

 

Soon, though, sooner than he wanted to, he reached his destination. He pulled up in front of a massive building at least ninety storeys high, the glass windows shining in the morning sun. A large sign with the letters BAM was sitting proudly at the top of the building. It was located in the very heart of Miami, constantly surrounded by teaming, bustling life.

 

As he mounted off his bike, Kouga was unexpectedly glomped from behind, a shrill cry of “Kouga!” resonating painfully in his ears. Slim, tanned arms wove themselves around his torso, squeezing with surprising strength. Gasping for air, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted in shock, the young man tried desperately to catch his breath, while listening to his attacker's rapid talking.

 

“You idiot ! You never listen, do you? I've told you to always wear your helmet when you ride that…that monstrosity!” The voice continued, seemingly unaware of the person its owner was squeezing the life out of “How can you be so irresponsible?! What if something happened? What if you got in an accident with an ice-cream truck? Or swiveled off the road and hit a palm tree? Or even worse!” The voice was now frantic, histerically so, resulting in it raising to a higher pitch (how that was even possible he didn't know; then again, it may have been the lack of oxygen to his brain making him imagine things) “What if you got your head chopped off by a stop sign?!?!”

 

Kouga was sure his ear drums had busted by now. Fortunately, he was saved by another voice “Well, if his bike doesn't kill him, the lack of oxygen as indicated by his blue face will.” This voice was somber and serious. It was deep and definitely male unlike the higher, feminine one that still had Kouga in a death grip. “Let him have some air, Jojo, you'll suffocate him.”

 

There was a squeaked “Sorry!” and Kouga was promptly released and collapsed in a boneless heap on the floor, gasping for air. When he had more or less gathered his wits, he looked up and saw an outstretched arm in front of his face. Looking higher up still, he found himself face to face with the man who'd probably saved him from a slow (not to mention embarrassing) death-by-hugging.

 

He saw a tall, brown- haired young man, wearing a pair of sunglasses, and dressed in a simple dark blue T-shirt and faded jeans. The man's skin was pretty pale, considering they were in Miami, Florida. He wasn't anything special at first glance, but there was an aura of authority surrounding him, that made you subconsciously look twice in his direction if he passed down the street. His face and expression were solemn and serious, quite strange for someone who didn't look to be older than twenty one.

 

Kouga took the offered hand with a alight smirk and hoisted himself up. Dusting his jeans off, he turned towards the man and said in a slightly teasing tone “Why Mathew, darling! I didn't know you cared!”

 

That earned him a slight raise of an eyebrow and a response of “You know very well that even if I did care, the only reason I'd step in Jojo's way when she's on a sugar high is because otherwise Daniel would throw a hissy fit and nag at me `till the Apocalypse, should something happened to you.”

 

Kouga crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised his own eyebrow, smirking cockily, as if saying `You know you care! Silly!', but in the next moment Mathew's words registered in his mind and he paled drastically, eyes wide with something akin to horror.

 

“Jojo…Jojo's on…on a s-sugar h-h-high?!” He squeaked out in the end. Mathew's gravely nod was enough of an answer. There was a sniffle behind him and he turned slowly, seemingly dreading what he would find there. And what he found was a young girl, about his age. She had tanned, smooth skin and sun-bleached blonde hair, falling down in thick, shiny waves to her waist. The girl had a gorgeous, curvaceous figure worthy of every man's drool and wet dreams, and brilliant green eyes, framed by thick lashes. She was wearing a short denim skirt, a beige tank top that left her belly button open and a pair of heeled sandals. She looked like your typical, blonde Miami ditz, but there was innocence and purity in those big, bright green eyes if hers, that could melt even the coldest of hearts. And right now, there were barely noticeable tears in the corners of her lashes and her gloss covered bottom lip was trembling slightly. She looked crushed.

 

But Kouga knew better. Jojo's (for that was indeed the aforementioned Jojo) mood swings when the girl was left in the presence of sugar, in any form and shape, weren't scary, they were terrifying. And Kouga'd seen a lot of terrifying things in his life. A Jojo on a sugar high was one of the worse. And just like he'd feared, the next thing he knew, he was tackled and lying on the ground with the blonde girl comfortably straddling his waist and wailing (once again) in his poor, abused ears.

 

“Whaaaaaaaaaa! Poor Kouga! Jojo's sorryyyyyyyy! Are you OK? Forgive meeeeeee! Whaaaa!” And she wailed, and wailed, and wailed…

 

“No, no, no!” He hurried to reassure her “I'm fine, see? I'm fine, Jojo, really I am! Just don't cry, please!” Looking at Mathew for help, he received only another slightly lifted eyebrow as an answer, clearly saying `Save your own skin. I'm not about to let you drag me down with you.' Sending him his best glare, which looked a bit ridiculous, considering the situation he was in, Kouga continued soothing the distressed blonde. “I'm fine, Jojo, really!”

 

With a sudden, happy squeal of “OK!” he found himself free and blinking stupidly at the bright morning sky. Giving a resigned sigh, he got up, dusted himself off for the second time that day, and looked up the stairs leading to the entrance of BAM building. Jojo was already bounding up the stairs, humming a tune, all traces of her earlier tears forgotten. Kouga shuddered. Jojo's sugar-high-induced mood swings were terrifying.

 

Without turning his way, he murmered to Mathew, who was walking beside him “Where is Dan anyway? You know he's the only one who can tame her when she's like this!” It's not that he didn't love her, on the contrary. She was one of his first friends since he'd arrived here. It's just that when she was under the influence of sugar, she was kind of…Well, the earlier incident said it all.

 

Walking up the steps with Kouga, Mathew answered in a calm, collected voice “He's already in the boss' office. I told him and Jojo to wait for me there. She didn't listen.”

 

Kouga rolled his eyes “Obviously!” He muttered under his breath.

 

Passing through the finely decorated lobby and with a polite nod to the blushing receptionist, who was eyeing Kouga hungrily from behind her desk, the boys were finally able to catch up with Jojo (now in her hyperactive mode) at the elevators. The bouncing girl flashed them a smile and they returned it, one smiling softly, the other nodding her way with a slight twitch at the corners of his lips. They entered the elevator and pressed the top button.

 

Once out, the three made their way down the hallway, until they reached a pair of huge, mahogany doors. The secretary that greeted them, smiled warmly in recognition, and said “Hi, guys! He's waiting for you inside.”

 

Kouga returned the greeting “Thanks, Kattie. We'll be going in then.” And with a polite nod, he pushed the doors open, walking in the office on the other side.

 

The room was big, there was no doubt about that. There were huge windows covering the entire surface of one of the walls, giving the warm sun rays the opportunity to spread their light. The floor was covered in a deep red carpet, complimenting the cherry wood desk that was located just under the windows. Dozens of gold and platinum records hung in frames on the walls, and the bare corners were covered with potted palm trees and other plants.

 

Behind the desk sat a slightly smiling man in a light grey Armani business suit, though the neckline was slightly loosened due to the warm temperature. The man had the customary Miami tan skin, a mop of messy black hair and a pair of twinkling blue eyes.

 

His smile broadened at the sight of the trio and he beckoned them over “Ah, finally! Come in, come in! Now the meeting can commence.” His voice was just as friendly and carefree as his whole appearance suggested.

 

On one of the chairs opposite the man, stood another person. He looked almost identical to Mathew, who followed Kouga and Jojo further into the office. He turned and smiled, seeing the visitors. He had Mathew's pale skin and hair, but his eyes weren't covered by glasses. That left his twin orbs of bright amber open for the world to see. And whereas an aura of tense danger and authority seemed to constantly float about Mathew, this young man had a serene, peaceful air around him.

 

Giving a small wave, he spoke in a soft, warm voice “Hi, Mathew, guys!”

 

Grinning, the still hyperactive Jojo bounded over to his side, giving him a bone-crushing hug and an affectionate peck on the cheek “Dan, darling! How have you faired without me, sunshine?!” She squealed in delight.

 

Laughing nervously, Dan patted her on the head “Oh, I've been fine, Jojo, thanks for asking!” Peering at her worriedly, he added “Have you by some chance…err, I don't know, say, gotten your hands on the sugar supply? Again?”

 

Suddenly turning serious, Jojo stared into his face and spoke slowly, in a grave, solemn voice “Yes.”

 

Dan shuddered. That meant only one thing- mood swings.

 

That got a raised eyebrow and a slight chuckle from the man still seated behind the desk “Keep an eye on her, Dan, you're the only one that can control her when she gets like this.”

 

Kouga cleared his throat to hide an amused snicker at Dan's slightly paler complexion, while Mathew put a supporting hand on his brother's shoulder. Because yes, they were brothers. Twins, actually. And although they seemed identical in terms of physical appearance, in personality, they were complete opposites. While Mathew was calm, cool, and reserved, Dan was shy, kind and forgiving. They complemented each other, like yin and yang… `Like light and darkness…' Kouga mused silently, trying to shake the creeping melancholy off. Anyway, as the older of the two, Mathew was fiercely protective of his younger brother. Kouga was pretty sure that he would be willing to maim and kill without remorse before he let someone touch a hair on Dan's head. The younger twin returned his brother's protectiveness with unconditional trust and love.

 

Taking in a deep breath to clear his thoughts, Kouga turned his intense eyes on the man in whose office they were standing “Hey, Jonathan. How's it going?”

 

“Fine, fine” Was the response.

 

“So, can you tell us why you called us here right after the promise of time off?” Mathew glared through his glasses “That last tour lasted months. We were told we'd have at least a week to relax.”

 

“I know and I'm sorry.” Jonathan said, looking apologetic “But it really is important.” Flicking his gaze for a second in Kouga's direction, he continued “And I needed to tell you guys as soon as possible, so you'd be prepared. Some of you more than others.”

 

“What is this really about, Jonathan?” Kouga had noticed the fleeting glance and his curiosity was piqued as he was staring the man down.

 

Sighing, Jonathan got straight to the point. It was always better to get straight to the point when dealing with Kouga.

 

“You guys are the hottest band in the music world right now. Everyone wants a piece of `Darkness' Light'. Everyone wants a piece of you, Kouga. And although you've just come back from one, in all of your tours you've left out a certain country. And the studio is opening a branch there soon. The board can't thing of a better way of opening the new recording building than a live concert by our top band.” During the speech, Kouga's eyes had gotten harder and colder by the second, his face an impossible mask to read. The tension in the room had risen drastically. Still, Jonathan had to finish what he was saying “I'm sorry, Kouga, but `Darkness' Light is going to Domino, Japan. It's mandatory.” Seeing the concerned looks sent the young man's way by his friends and teammates, he added in a softer tone of voice “You know I wouldn't have agreed without asking you first, but the board didn't give me a choice.”

 

A moment of silence passed. Even Jojo was standing still, casting her dear friend a concerned look along with Mathew and Dan.

 

Getting worried, the younger of the twins spoke up “Kouga? You OK?”

 

With a shake of his head, Kouga turned to his boss and tried to smirk his usual cocky smirk. He failed miserably. Seeing that, his face slightly fell, but he answered nonetheless.

 

“I'm fine guys, don't worry. It's for the band, right? And we'll all benefit from this?” At Jonathan's hesitant nod, he brightened “Well then, what's the problem? We're going and that's that!”

 

Jojo spoke up, still worried “Are you sure, Kouga?” She and the others knew the reasons he'd left his hometown and was unsure as to whether he was feeling ready to return yet. Biting her lip, she continued to speak for all of them “You don't have to. If you don't feel that you're ready…”

 

He cu her off before she could continue “Of course I have to! Didn't you hear about the board's decision?” He was a bit harsher than he'd intended, but he couldn't help it. Memories of a kiss full of love and desperation, and wide, blood red eyes danced in his mind's eye. He groaned mentally, trying to push the memories away.

 

“Well, if you're sure…” Jojo trailed off, still unconvinced.

 

Kouga smiled reassuringly at her and his other friends “Yeah, I'm sure.”

 

Silently, so silently no one heard him, he added “At least…I hope I'm sure…”

 

 

Well, another chappie! Again, thanks to all my reviewers! I won't list them all, but they know who they are, so, yeah…Thanks, you guys! Thanks a lot! It means quite a bit that you like my writing. You inspire me! hugs and kisses the now highly disturbed reviewers

 

Now, for those who are confused about Kouga Uchiha…Remember last chapter? Yugi mentioned his new identity at its end. Plus, all the hints from this chapter should have helped you figure it out, but if you haven't. Kouga is Yugi after the 5 year time lapse I was talking about. Now in the next chapter, you'll find out how he came to be in a band and we'll take a peak in the lives of Yami and the gang, still through Yugi's eyes. I know that a Yugi-in-a-band plot is a bit overused, but bear with me. I've wanted to write one for a while now.

 

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