Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Soak up the Sun ❯ Desert Rose ( Chapter 19 )
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By: Pharaohs Angel 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.26.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 320 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.26.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 320 | Status: Completed
Soak up the Sun
Chapter Nineteen
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Yugi's Hyper Little Moon Angel, Xamosy, and darkmetaldragonfangs.
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The day was now ending in that of the sunlight. Spongy orange, yellow, and pink tinged the once blue sky. The sun began to set within the barriers of the west, casting its final gaze upon the world until the next day.
People of many smiled. All of them happy with the oncoming changes in the weather patterns. The rainfall had finally ended in this portion of Japan.
While back at the Savage Garden apartment homes, up onto the fifth floor in apartment number “555” things were all but content.
Within the interior of this small home was that of great depression. Dull tear stained crimson eyes met that of a solid pearl white door. Wood laded with a glossy finish that shined within the pale light of the flickering TV.
Yami groaned, sniffing as he wiped the excess salty remains of tears from his exotic colored eyes. His back leaned on that of the hallway wall, feet drawn towards his chest. He sighed in worry as his arms draped themselves lazily around his knees.
Hours had passed since his last confrontation with Yugi. The young one had locked himself within their shared bedroom, doing only Ra knows what.
His thoughts drifted onto that of his last words to his young partner.
“I love you Yugi.”
A small sad smile crept along the corners of his usual stoic face. The faint tune of a rather new song fluttered through his ears.
The beat was quite fast, almost mimicking that of a famous opening that he had heard on some anime.
The words of “Ready Steady Go!” repeated in a low mantra, followed by a chorus of inaudible Japanese words soon followed.
His dusky hands tapped absently upon his knee. The beat was quite catchy. A moment passed as he then realized where he had heard that song.
'Full Metal Alchemist? Since when did he listen to this?' he thought, now pulling his attention towards the piece of wood that blocked him from his aibou.
His patience began to wear thin. He only wanted to help his aibou. He knew what it was like to lose a member of the family. All he could think of doing was ramming that door with his head, barging in and sweeping that sweet little Yugi off his feet.
Yami groaned yet again for the tenth time within the past two hours as he stood, raising a brow as an idea sparked his gaming and spy tactic mind.
“All I need is a screw driver, or a football helmet and a bottle of Advil gel caps and I will have accomplished my mission of busting down that damned door.”
Oh yes, the eighteen-year-old had gone somewhat insane without the presence of his little one.
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The sounds of an antique grandfather clock echoed as yet another new hour struck that of the Kame Game Shop. The current hour of eight pm caused that of its droning dinging.
Sugoroku swept the floor of his game shop. His broom lightly brushed away the remains of dust that now hovered through the air.
His aged plum eyes held that of a dull tone to them. The once practical sparkle emitted from his grandson's presence had long disappeared. A frown marred his face as he sighed half heartedly. He felt a new type of emotion fill his heart. He felt that of guilt.
Two weeks had flashed by since he had kicked Yugi out of the house. Only to call him earlier that evening of his father's passing. His hands tightened upon the grip of the broom stick. Eyes of stoic plum narrowing in agitation.
'Yugi is going to come back. He isn't one to live away from home, no matter the situation presented at hand.' Sugoroku thought, only to be driven back into reality as the game shops door opened, revealing that of a young girl with cerulean blue eyes.
The slender hour glass shaped Anzu Mazaki stood within the entrance of the shop. A tight fitting orange shirt that emphasized the size of her bosom, along with an ebony colored skirt that met at the higher regions of her thighs. Her cerulean blue eyes flickered with darker tones of navy, swirling together in terms of her unreadable expression of emotion.
Sugoroku's eyes locked onto the young girl's form. His grip upon the broom stick fell as he cocked his head to the side.
“Anzu? I haven't seen you in over a year. But if you came to see Yugi he doesn't live here anymore.” he attempted to sound calm, almost spitting with venom as he mentioned his grandson's name.
The brunette haired girl placed an arm on her curvy hip, slanting her stance as her blue orbs narrowed.
“Save it Mr. Mutou. I have heard the whole thing. That's why I thought that we should talk.” her voice sent chills down the man's back as he listened to her harsh, cold tone.
His plum eyes widened as he nodded feebly, now gesturing to have her sit behind the counter with him.
“Mr. Mutou, you might as well close the shop for the day. By the time we finishing talking it will be very late.”
“Alright then, let's take this to the living room.” he suggested, now walking up the stairs to the small apartment above the shop.
Anzu sighed as she headed up after him. This was going to be tougher than she had thought.
Both entered the room of the Mutou family living room. A simplistic room with a small TV and a blue couch, nothing special. Sugoroku sat down on the plush couch, gazing upwards at the teen in front of him.
His brows furrowed in curiosity as he blinked his plum colored eyes.
“This is about Yugi and that thing Yami isn't it?”
The blue eyed girl nodded as she sat down in a spare chair, arms folded neatly in her lap as she locked her eyes onto those of the aging man.
“Mr. Mutou, I have known Yugi since grade school. You and I both know that he is the sweetest kid in world and that he deserves everything great for his life. He was constantly bullied, shunned by his parents, along with his dreams of ever becoming what he desires most, an artist.”
Sugoroku groaned as he ran his hands through his unruly bangs of dark gray. “What does this have to do with that thing he calls his boyfriend?”
“You have to understand that Yugi isn't like most people. He is vulnerable in a sense of his emotional stability Mr. Mutou. He needs someone to protect him. He needs someone to love him and show him that he is needed for the first time in his life. I accepted his new found boyfriend Yami. I have been chasing Yugi for the last four years. I thought he was the man of my dreams. But I was mistaken. He had found that person in Yami.”
The aging man growled in anger as he slammed his fist down upon the arm rest.
“Dammit! Anzu! That is bull shit and you know it! Yugi is just a stuck up brat that is trying to get attention. His phase of loving this Yami will end soon enough. I will make sure of it myself. No grandson of mine will live to be homosexual !”
Anzu kicked the carpet beneath her feet as she decided to fight back. “You have no idea what the hell you are saying! You don't know one thing about Yugi or Yami. All you care about is what this damned society of Domino City frowns upon . You want to keep Yugi under the standards of society that cause him to be miserable.”
“Listen little girl! You are only a naive little brat that was in love with Yugi. You have no damned right to tell me that I do not know my grandson!”
Cerulean eyes blazed with fiery as the girl stood and marched over to her friend's grandfather.
“Listen here and now. I know this is true from what he tells me. You know Yugi was unhappy, and had hardly any friends other than I, Joey , and Seto. He felt left out without having someone to love, and now he has that. Yami is not a bad person. He is exactly what Yugi needs to be happy. In fact he is the reason that Yugi has smiled for the first time since his fourteenth birthday when his parents lied about showing up on his birthday!”
Plum eyes widened to that of dinner plates as said owner of eyes stared down at the floor.
“Anzu, I understand that Yugi has had a hard life. I should know, seeing as how I raised him his entire life. But you have to understand that I cannot accept his relationship with Yami. It's something that isn't in my judgment and morals as his grandfather.”
The young girl nodded as she she sat back down on the chair from earlier. Her fingers ran through the depths of her stringy brown hair. Tears welled in her eyes as she spoke.
“I understand your point of view in this Mr. Mutou, but you must also see Yugi's in this mantra. He is close to becoming an adult, graduating later this month. He now has the chance of becoming an artist with the help of Yami. Both of them hold a passion for it, and he encourages Yugi to strive his hardest. Both are teens with troubled pasts and are trying to learn to love again. Can you not understand that?”
The man stayed silent as tears welled in the corners of his eyes. He was close to realizing his mistakes.
“Please try and do this for Yugi and if not his best interest in life. This is the first time he hasn't tried to push himself away from a relationship after what happened with him so long ago. “ By now tears were falling down her cheeks as she stood, wiping them off. “ Besides Yami, you are all Yugi has now. Show him the respect and love that neither of his parents had shown him as a child.”
With that said, Anzu walked out of the room, soon following the trail out of the shop as she pulled out her cell phone, dialing a number unknown to anyone but herself.
“I talked to him, and hopefully I knocked some sense into that old fashioned brain of his. Don't worry yourself any more tenshi. Now go and let Yami in I think that he of all people is probably worried to death. Talk to you soon bud. Bye.” Anzu ended her call as she smiled to herself as she walked towards her dancing studio.
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“Thank you Anzu. You are the greatest. Hopefully it worked and he will stop being suck an ass hole. Okay I'll go check on Yami. You're right , he is probably freaking out by now. Talk to you later hun.” Yugi sighed as he hung up the phone.
The small teen yawned as he gazed at the half painted canvas that stood in front of his eye level. He smiled as he swirled his paint brush in a dark shade of yellow. His fingertips lightly swished the now full paint brush across the bottom portion of the matted canvas. Vast colors of brown and golden yellows intertwined, forming a mutated color that matched the exact tint of sand.
After a few minutes of painting the landscape of his work, he yawned once again. Now fully deciding to drop his work for the night as he placed the paint brush in the water, placing all of his paint back into a storage case as he hid the painting itself.
His eyes wandered over onto that of the radio that emitted the sounds a rather popular song by Sting.
'Wow I haven't heard that song in a long time.' he thought only to smile when he remembered its title.
'That will make an endearing pet name for Yami.'
With the thought of his boyfriend, sixteen year old Yugi unlocked the bedroom door. His small hands wrapped themselves around its knob as he twisted it open, only to be pulled into a tight embrace.
Dusky bronze colored arms wrapped themselves tightly around the smaller teen, pulling him remotely close to Yami's body as possible. Warm breath trickled down into the opening of his ear as the baritone voice of Yami spoke.
“Aibou I was so worried about you. What kept you in there so long? I was beginning to think that you had done something to mutilate yourself.”
Yugi nuzzled his face into the other's warm chest as he sighed in comfort.
“I'm sorry to have worried you. I was in a depressed state. But with the help of you and Anzu, I think that my grandfather will soon understand our way of life.”
Yami raised his head from Yugi's shoulder as he raised a brow in curiosity. “What exactly happened in there for the last six hours?”
Amethyst eyes glittered with mischief as Yugi snickered. “Oh nothing really. I just called Anzu and she talked to my grandfather as I hit inspiration for my painting. I spent the majority of time on it.” Yugi smiled as he watched a small devious smirk cross over the eighteen year olds face.
“You worked on the painting? That's great Aibou! Can I see it?”
“Sorry my Desert Rose, you will have to wait until it is judged at the competition.”
Yami attempted to pout as he then realized the newly given nickname.
“Did you just call me Desert Rose?”
Yugi squeaked as he felt Yami pick him up bridal style, walking over the bed as he deposited the small teen on top of the silk sheets.
“Yeah, I thought it was about time for you to have your own nickname. Desert Rose seemed to fit you quite well so it was settled.”
The crimson eyed teen rolled his eyes as he sat on the bed, soon hovering over Yugi as he straddled his hips. Their faces were only inches apart as the elder leaned down, kissing his aibou lightly on the lips. He savored the vanilla flavor that was of Yugi as he yawned.
“That works for me aibou. But you will have to show me that painting sooner than the competition. You know how nosy and impatient I am.”
Yugi laughed as he playfully hit Yami on the arm. “Heh, we'll see Desert Rose. We'll see.
The moment ended for both as sleep soon took them hostage as Yami slipped off of Yugi and laid down next to him,. He drew the sheets around their exhausted bodies as he smiled down at his aibou.
'Hopefully things will work out Aibou. I only wish to see you happy.'
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Well this chapter wasn't as long as the last but it managed to help the plot move along. Oh an note on Anzu.
I usually do not like to use her in stories as I did at one point bash her but I have over come that and now use her for a few things in the story. But she will not play a bigger role in a future chapter.
Thank you all for the reviews and sorry for the long wait.
Yami Yuugi
Chapter Nineteen
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Yugi's Hyper Little Moon Angel, Xamosy, and darkmetaldragonfangs.
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The day was now ending in that of the sunlight. Spongy orange, yellow, and pink tinged the once blue sky. The sun began to set within the barriers of the west, casting its final gaze upon the world until the next day.
People of many smiled. All of them happy with the oncoming changes in the weather patterns. The rainfall had finally ended in this portion of Japan.
While back at the Savage Garden apartment homes, up onto the fifth floor in apartment number “555” things were all but content.
Within the interior of this small home was that of great depression. Dull tear stained crimson eyes met that of a solid pearl white door. Wood laded with a glossy finish that shined within the pale light of the flickering TV.
Yami groaned, sniffing as he wiped the excess salty remains of tears from his exotic colored eyes. His back leaned on that of the hallway wall, feet drawn towards his chest. He sighed in worry as his arms draped themselves lazily around his knees.
Hours had passed since his last confrontation with Yugi. The young one had locked himself within their shared bedroom, doing only Ra knows what.
His thoughts drifted onto that of his last words to his young partner.
“I love you Yugi.”
A small sad smile crept along the corners of his usual stoic face. The faint tune of a rather new song fluttered through his ears.
The beat was quite fast, almost mimicking that of a famous opening that he had heard on some anime.
The words of “Ready Steady Go!” repeated in a low mantra, followed by a chorus of inaudible Japanese words soon followed.
His dusky hands tapped absently upon his knee. The beat was quite catchy. A moment passed as he then realized where he had heard that song.
'Full Metal Alchemist? Since when did he listen to this?' he thought, now pulling his attention towards the piece of wood that blocked him from his aibou.
His patience began to wear thin. He only wanted to help his aibou. He knew what it was like to lose a member of the family. All he could think of doing was ramming that door with his head, barging in and sweeping that sweet little Yugi off his feet.
Yami groaned yet again for the tenth time within the past two hours as he stood, raising a brow as an idea sparked his gaming and spy tactic mind.
“All I need is a screw driver, or a football helmet and a bottle of Advil gel caps and I will have accomplished my mission of busting down that damned door.”
Oh yes, the eighteen-year-old had gone somewhat insane without the presence of his little one.
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The sounds of an antique grandfather clock echoed as yet another new hour struck that of the Kame Game Shop. The current hour of eight pm caused that of its droning dinging.
Sugoroku swept the floor of his game shop. His broom lightly brushed away the remains of dust that now hovered through the air.
His aged plum eyes held that of a dull tone to them. The once practical sparkle emitted from his grandson's presence had long disappeared. A frown marred his face as he sighed half heartedly. He felt a new type of emotion fill his heart. He felt that of guilt.
Two weeks had flashed by since he had kicked Yugi out of the house. Only to call him earlier that evening of his father's passing. His hands tightened upon the grip of the broom stick. Eyes of stoic plum narrowing in agitation.
'Yugi is going to come back. He isn't one to live away from home, no matter the situation presented at hand.' Sugoroku thought, only to be driven back into reality as the game shops door opened, revealing that of a young girl with cerulean blue eyes.
The slender hour glass shaped Anzu Mazaki stood within the entrance of the shop. A tight fitting orange shirt that emphasized the size of her bosom, along with an ebony colored skirt that met at the higher regions of her thighs. Her cerulean blue eyes flickered with darker tones of navy, swirling together in terms of her unreadable expression of emotion.
Sugoroku's eyes locked onto the young girl's form. His grip upon the broom stick fell as he cocked his head to the side.
“Anzu? I haven't seen you in over a year. But if you came to see Yugi he doesn't live here anymore.” he attempted to sound calm, almost spitting with venom as he mentioned his grandson's name.
The brunette haired girl placed an arm on her curvy hip, slanting her stance as her blue orbs narrowed.
“Save it Mr. Mutou. I have heard the whole thing. That's why I thought that we should talk.” her voice sent chills down the man's back as he listened to her harsh, cold tone.
His plum eyes widened as he nodded feebly, now gesturing to have her sit behind the counter with him.
“Mr. Mutou, you might as well close the shop for the day. By the time we finishing talking it will be very late.”
“Alright then, let's take this to the living room.” he suggested, now walking up the stairs to the small apartment above the shop.
Anzu sighed as she headed up after him. This was going to be tougher than she had thought.
Both entered the room of the Mutou family living room. A simplistic room with a small TV and a blue couch, nothing special. Sugoroku sat down on the plush couch, gazing upwards at the teen in front of him.
His brows furrowed in curiosity as he blinked his plum colored eyes.
“This is about Yugi and that thing Yami isn't it?”
The blue eyed girl nodded as she sat down in a spare chair, arms folded neatly in her lap as she locked her eyes onto those of the aging man.
“Mr. Mutou, I have known Yugi since grade school. You and I both know that he is the sweetest kid in world and that he deserves everything great for his life. He was constantly bullied, shunned by his parents, along with his dreams of ever becoming what he desires most, an artist.”
Sugoroku groaned as he ran his hands through his unruly bangs of dark gray. “What does this have to do with that thing he calls his boyfriend?”
“You have to understand that Yugi isn't like most people. He is vulnerable in a sense of his emotional stability Mr. Mutou. He needs someone to protect him. He needs someone to love him and show him that he is needed for the first time in his life. I accepted his new found boyfriend Yami. I have been chasing Yugi for the last four years. I thought he was the man of my dreams. But I was mistaken. He had found that person in Yami.”
The aging man growled in anger as he slammed his fist down upon the arm rest.
“Dammit! Anzu! That is bull shit and you know it! Yugi is just a stuck up brat that is trying to get attention. His phase of loving this Yami will end soon enough. I will make sure of it myself. No grandson of mine will live to be homosexual !”
Anzu kicked the carpet beneath her feet as she decided to fight back. “You have no idea what the hell you are saying! You don't know one thing about Yugi or Yami. All you care about is what this damned society of Domino City frowns upon . You want to keep Yugi under the standards of society that cause him to be miserable.”
“Listen little girl! You are only a naive little brat that was in love with Yugi. You have no damned right to tell me that I do not know my grandson!”
Cerulean eyes blazed with fiery as the girl stood and marched over to her friend's grandfather.
“Listen here and now. I know this is true from what he tells me. You know Yugi was unhappy, and had hardly any friends other than I, Joey , and Seto. He felt left out without having someone to love, and now he has that. Yami is not a bad person. He is exactly what Yugi needs to be happy. In fact he is the reason that Yugi has smiled for the first time since his fourteenth birthday when his parents lied about showing up on his birthday!”
Plum eyes widened to that of dinner plates as said owner of eyes stared down at the floor.
“Anzu, I understand that Yugi has had a hard life. I should know, seeing as how I raised him his entire life. But you have to understand that I cannot accept his relationship with Yami. It's something that isn't in my judgment and morals as his grandfather.”
The young girl nodded as she she sat back down on the chair from earlier. Her fingers ran through the depths of her stringy brown hair. Tears welled in her eyes as she spoke.
“I understand your point of view in this Mr. Mutou, but you must also see Yugi's in this mantra. He is close to becoming an adult, graduating later this month. He now has the chance of becoming an artist with the help of Yami. Both of them hold a passion for it, and he encourages Yugi to strive his hardest. Both are teens with troubled pasts and are trying to learn to love again. Can you not understand that?”
The man stayed silent as tears welled in the corners of his eyes. He was close to realizing his mistakes.
“Please try and do this for Yugi and if not his best interest in life. This is the first time he hasn't tried to push himself away from a relationship after what happened with him so long ago. “ By now tears were falling down her cheeks as she stood, wiping them off. “ Besides Yami, you are all Yugi has now. Show him the respect and love that neither of his parents had shown him as a child.”
With that said, Anzu walked out of the room, soon following the trail out of the shop as she pulled out her cell phone, dialing a number unknown to anyone but herself.
“I talked to him, and hopefully I knocked some sense into that old fashioned brain of his. Don't worry yourself any more tenshi. Now go and let Yami in I think that he of all people is probably worried to death. Talk to you soon bud. Bye.” Anzu ended her call as she smiled to herself as she walked towards her dancing studio.
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“Thank you Anzu. You are the greatest. Hopefully it worked and he will stop being suck an ass hole. Okay I'll go check on Yami. You're right , he is probably freaking out by now. Talk to you later hun.” Yugi sighed as he hung up the phone.
The small teen yawned as he gazed at the half painted canvas that stood in front of his eye level. He smiled as he swirled his paint brush in a dark shade of yellow. His fingertips lightly swished the now full paint brush across the bottom portion of the matted canvas. Vast colors of brown and golden yellows intertwined, forming a mutated color that matched the exact tint of sand.
After a few minutes of painting the landscape of his work, he yawned once again. Now fully deciding to drop his work for the night as he placed the paint brush in the water, placing all of his paint back into a storage case as he hid the painting itself.
His eyes wandered over onto that of the radio that emitted the sounds a rather popular song by Sting.
'Wow I haven't heard that song in a long time.' he thought only to smile when he remembered its title.
'That will make an endearing pet name for Yami.'
With the thought of his boyfriend, sixteen year old Yugi unlocked the bedroom door. His small hands wrapped themselves around its knob as he twisted it open, only to be pulled into a tight embrace.
Dusky bronze colored arms wrapped themselves tightly around the smaller teen, pulling him remotely close to Yami's body as possible. Warm breath trickled down into the opening of his ear as the baritone voice of Yami spoke.
“Aibou I was so worried about you. What kept you in there so long? I was beginning to think that you had done something to mutilate yourself.”
Yugi nuzzled his face into the other's warm chest as he sighed in comfort.
“I'm sorry to have worried you. I was in a depressed state. But with the help of you and Anzu, I think that my grandfather will soon understand our way of life.”
Yami raised his head from Yugi's shoulder as he raised a brow in curiosity. “What exactly happened in there for the last six hours?”
Amethyst eyes glittered with mischief as Yugi snickered. “Oh nothing really. I just called Anzu and she talked to my grandfather as I hit inspiration for my painting. I spent the majority of time on it.” Yugi smiled as he watched a small devious smirk cross over the eighteen year olds face.
“You worked on the painting? That's great Aibou! Can I see it?”
“Sorry my Desert Rose, you will have to wait until it is judged at the competition.”
Yami attempted to pout as he then realized the newly given nickname.
“Did you just call me Desert Rose?”
Yugi squeaked as he felt Yami pick him up bridal style, walking over the bed as he deposited the small teen on top of the silk sheets.
“Yeah, I thought it was about time for you to have your own nickname. Desert Rose seemed to fit you quite well so it was settled.”
The crimson eyed teen rolled his eyes as he sat on the bed, soon hovering over Yugi as he straddled his hips. Their faces were only inches apart as the elder leaned down, kissing his aibou lightly on the lips. He savored the vanilla flavor that was of Yugi as he yawned.
“That works for me aibou. But you will have to show me that painting sooner than the competition. You know how nosy and impatient I am.”
Yugi laughed as he playfully hit Yami on the arm. “Heh, we'll see Desert Rose. We'll see.
The moment ended for both as sleep soon took them hostage as Yami slipped off of Yugi and laid down next to him,. He drew the sheets around their exhausted bodies as he smiled down at his aibou.
'Hopefully things will work out Aibou. I only wish to see you happy.'
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Well this chapter wasn't as long as the last but it managed to help the plot move along. Oh an note on Anzu.
I usually do not like to use her in stories as I did at one point bash her but I have over come that and now use her for a few things in the story. But she will not play a bigger role in a future chapter.
Thank you all for the reviews and sorry for the long wait.
Yami Yuugi