Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Soak up the Sun ❯ Soak up the Sun ( Chapter 21 )
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By: Pharaohs Angel 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.01.2005 | Pages: 5 | Words: 4.3K | Visits: 295 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.01.2005 | Pages: 5 | Words: 4.3K | Visits: 295 | Status: Completed
Soak up the Sun
Thanks for the reviews and to the reviewer who asked, Yup I am the author of the YxYY fic Arranged. Which will be worked on a lot more after I finish this story.
Chapter 21
Soak up the Sun
Four days, a long amount of time in the eyes of teenagers around Domino City. All of them awaited that of summer vacation, or in terms of the seniors, graduation.
Mutou Yugi sighed in desperate disdain. His once vibrant amethyst eyes dulled down to that of darkened plum. Shadows formed beneath his large eyes, falling down his cheeks. He blinked suddenly as he stretched his back.
“Damn painting. Why the hell won't you cooperate with me today?”
Yugi groaned as he threw a wet paintbrush across the room. Seconds later he watched the said item sail across the bed, thumping onto the wall. Though this wasn't the end of his torture. The gods had definitely been pissed off at him as the bristles of the horse haired brush met the pearl white surface of Yami's bedroom wall.
The bright hue of reddish-orange mad itself known. Droplets of the color dripped down the wall into that of a straight line.
Amethyst eyes followed the color, soon widening as the brush fell onto the carpet.
Yugi cursed to himself as he stood from his leather bounded computer desk chair. His small feet bounded down upon the beige carpet, soon ending in front of the bloody red painted mess.
“Damn! Desert Rose is going to kick my ass if he sees this mess. What am I going to do?”
As if a light bulb had lit up above his head, Yugi was struck with an idea.
“All I need is a large paint brush and a crap load of white paint!”
The sixteen year old smirked as he went through his collection of tubed acrylics. His eyes scanned across the exotic names from aqua marine to burnt sienna. A few moments had passed by as he had thrown the tubes of many varieties across the room, desperately trying to find that of his apparent non-existent white paint.
Yugi slammed his fists onto that of the floor, pounding continuously until he heard the all familiar pounding of their downstairs resident. She had grown accustomed to banging her old broom handle upon the ceiling, which was that of Yugi's floor.
His eyes narrowed as he then grabbed his car keys.
“There has to be some paint in my trunk.”
With that said, Yugi bounded out of the room, passing by the oblivious duo of Yami and Mokuba.
Crimson and sapphire eyes blinked expectantly. Both boys stared at the front door as Yami sighed.
“Cus', is your main squeeze always that crazy?” Mokuba questioned, fiddling with his hand of Duel Monster cards.
“No, Yugi is never crazy. A little eccentric every now and then. Though I think its the painting deadline that is getting the best of him.”
Mokuba rolled his eyes as he placed a card down on the table.
“Spear Dragon in attack mode, and I'll end my turn.”
Yami smirked as he pulled two of his monster's from the table's surface.
“Very good move little grasshopper, but not good enough. I sacrifice Kuriboh and my Celtic Guardian to summon the all powerful Dark Magician. Now I will attack and I believe that is the last of your life points Mokie.”
The small raven-haired boy gazed down at his calculator as he subtracted the damage costs, only to groan as the numbers of negative one hundred appeared.
“Dang it! That's the fifth time tonight Cus' Atemu. What the hell do you do in terms of winning every freaking match?”
Yami's brows rose as he shuffled his deck skillfully. “First off watch your language. I don't feel like having your brother kick my butt again. Second it is all pure strategy and experience with dueling.”
The heir to Kaiba Corp. huffed as he placed his deck to the side. “I'll be right back, I have to use the bathroom.”
The Egyptian waved the boy off as he gazed at his front door.
“Where the hell did you go Yugi?”
- -
The trunk of a blue Dodge Neon stood open, jiggling in the slight summer breeze.
The hunched form of chibi artist Yugi dug through the car's trunk. His small hands pushed through a mound of clothes and mixed art supplies.
His eyes scanned through the assorted paint as he growled.
“Do the gods just naturally hate me?”
Around twenty minutes had passed since his search had begun.
He had found twenty dollars in cash, an old set of Prisma Colors, a Snickers candy bar, and an industrial sized container of crimson red paint.
“Stupid red paint. It's almost like it will be the downfall of my art career.”
If only Yugi knew how right he was.
- -
Mokuba stepped out of the bathroom, heading towards the living room as he noticed the half-opened door of Yami/Yugi's bedroom.
His sapphire eyes sparkled in mischief as he pushed the door open fully as it exposed that of Yugi's frantic search.
His curiosity took full toll upon his young mind as he fully stepped in.
He gazed across the interior of the room as his eyes fell onto that of Yugi's painting.
The need to view the whole work of art caused the young ten-year-old to step slowly, almost walking in the formation of baby steps that matched that of baby Bambi.
Attraction of light and color, the intensity of emphasis and harmony intertwined upon the vast canvas of Yugi's.
A new array of light and shadowed tints made themselves known in the depth of color.
Twisting verses of goldenrod and light orange mixed into that of a deep aqua marine.
Two figures stood far into the perspective. Skin tones of pale alabaster and dusty bronze held the bases of the figures.
Splotches of color mixed finely lined that of a small half-painted dwelling to the side, almost glistening in that of the apparent sunset.
Mokuba gazed with definite awe. He was mesmerized by this paintings beauty.
His small form continued to lurk closer, eventually finding himself a few more inches away from its indescribable nature.
Along the way his small feet met a clumpy object. His large innocent eyes fell down onto that of the carpet, meeting the presence of his baby-blue cross trainers.
Mentally he shrugged, continuing his mission from before hand. Though unluckily for him, something that was beneath his foot squished, flinging that of a white cap towards the painting.
The small piece of plastic held that of a punch as the unsteady easel shifted unevenly. The screws within its frame squeaked upon intrusion of the force exerted from the painting.
Mokuba could only watch with glazed eyes as the canvas collided with the floor, falling face up onto the carpet.
Relief flooded through his youthful mind as he slowly approached the work.
The prey of the gods had been caught. A deafening squeal erupted from the young Kaiba's mouth as the remainder of crimson paint squirted itself upon the canvas.
Blood red acrylic paint dropped down the center of the sunset, hitting that of the shadowed forms.
Almost matching that of bloodied tear tracks, the paint continued to taint Yugi's work.
Tears of worry, fear, and guilt flooded through Mokuba's sapphire eyes. His body fell rigid, shaking uncontrollably as fear consumed his soul.
“W-what have I done?” his knees buckled as he collapsed onto the floor, gazing at the once gorgeous painting.
- -
While back with Yugi, the small teen had almost given up on his quest.
His large amethyst eyes narrowed, glaring deeply into the Dodge Neon's trunk as the shade of metallic pearl caught his eye.
Desperate small hands plunged into the unexplored portions of the trunk, pushing and pulling past the objects that no longer held any importance. Finally his search had ended, meeting the view with the white paint.
“Finally! Now I can meet my deadline!”
Yugi clutched the jug of paint as he slammed the tank closed, now racing back upstairs.
Though he was held back by the persistent ringing of his cell phone.
The faint tone of “Blind Ambition” flooded through his ears as he groaned.
Hesitantly, he pulled the ringing device from his pocket, reading through the caller I.D. As it read ANZU in bold letters.
His eyes softened as he pressed the green shaped telephone button his Nokia.
“Hello, this is Mutou Yugi, tenshi of the art world. How may I help you?” he teased, pausing as an amused giggle made itself known.
“Hey Angel. Heh Yugi, you do this every time I call. Don't you think it's getting a bit old?”
Yugi laughed as he spoke. “Nah. What's another four years of an old nickname?” So what's up Anzu? Why did you call?”
The line suddenly fell silent for the moment as Yugi heard the girl whisper.
“Well I had heard from a reliable source that your competition has been rescheduled.”
“Yeah, they called around two days ago. I now have a little less than two days to have the painting finished.”
Anzu sighed in understanding. “Wow, well I thought I should let you know that I will be there rooting for you. I know you will win Yugi.”
Yugi replied sheepishly. “Anzu, I know that I have talent, but seriously, I have no chance for this contest.”
The brunette huffed as she laughed slightly.
“Yugi, when I tell you that a chicken can pull a wagon, you bet get the harness.”
Yugi blinked as he rolled his eyes. Anzu always had these freaking weird sayings. Sometimes he wondered where the hell she came up with them.
“What the hell does that mean?”
The teen's eldest friend laughed as she explained.
“Yugi, all it means it that whatever I say to you is true. Even If I said something as bazaar as a chicken pulling a wagon......”
Yugi rolled his eyes as he shifted the phone in his grasp.
'This is going to take a while.'
Yugi groaned inwardly, unlocking his car as he sat in the front seat, listening to his friend babble on over Ra knows what.
He only prayed to every god he knew that Yami or Mokuba wouldn't find the paint induced mess.
- -
A scream echoed through the small apartment of “555.”
Yami blinked almost perplexed, brows rising in worry and concern. His natural gaming reactions kicked in, sending his think body into over drive. His legs sprung into action, carrying him towards his bedroom.
Adrenaline ran through his veins as he bolted into the bedroom. His crimson eyes widened upon the state of its interior as he halted in stance.
There within the center of his once gorgeous Egyptian themed bedroom sat Mokuba, with paint strewn about. The facades of color covered the small boy from the waist down. As it did the wall opposite of the room strangely enough. Though this isn't what had caught his attention. It was that of the soiled canvas that laid only mere inches away from the ten-year-old's kneeling body.
Yami groaned inwardly as he took a gaze at the tainted red that covered the majority of the work, soon filling the barriers of the untouched work of art.
Mokuba shook uncontrollably. His large sapphire eyes laded themselves with red rims as tears cascaded down his baby face. His small arms wrapped themselves around his chest, shaking continuously as he muttered the incoherent words of “what have I done?”
Yami slowly bent down next to his younger cousin, placing a hand on his shoulder as he rubbed it affectionately.
“Sssh. It's okay Mokie. It was just an accident.”
The small Kaiba sniffed as he turned around, wrapping his arms around his cousin in desperate need.
“Atemu, Yugi is going to kill me. I ruined his painting. He is going to hate me!” he choked on his sobs, burying his face within the folds of Yami's black T-shirt.
The Egyptian rubbed circles on the ten-year old's back as he attempted to end his sobbing.
“Sssh. Yugi will do no such thing. He is a very understanding person, trust me Mokie. This is coming from someone that has been dating him for a while now.”
The boy's bright eyes continued to water as Yami wiped them away, only to then hear the front door opening.
“Well I guess It's time to face the music isn't it little buddy?”
Mokuba sniffed as he wiped at his eyes. “Yeah, I think it's about time I apologize.”
Yugi stood in the living room, gazing around as he noticed the lack of Yami and Mokuba. His eyes wandered around as they met that of the now wide-open bedroom.
His nerves fell on edge as he gulped. “Well I guess it's time to face the music with Desert Rose and the kid.”
Yugi breathed in deeply as he lifted his legs, slowly walking into the hallway. His steps inched himself closer towards the door, the weight of lead met that of his feet.
He groaned inwardly as he realized that his mind was screwing with him again. Guilt had taken toll on his heart.
A moment had passed as he found himself entering his and Yami's bedroom,gazing at the site before him.
Yami and Mokuba both stood with nervous smiles on their faces as they blocked something behind their backs.
Something was suspicious, something that caused Yugi to cock his head to the side.
The small teen blinked as he noticed the mess of paint that covered the floor and the wall.
Something had happened while he was gone for that hour and now he was curious as to what the hell had happened.
Yugi's brows knitted as he gave the duo an expectant gaze.
“What the heck is going on? Why are you both in here with paint all over the place?”
Yami scratched his head sheepishly as he laughed nervously.
“Well you see Aibou, I heard Mokuba scream and I came in here and found him.”
“Found him in here doing what? Tell me Yami, I don't have all day.” Yugi stated in apparent annoyance.
Mokuba gazed at the babbling duo as he sighed.
“I had gone off to use the bathroom and then when I left, I noticed the door was half-open and since you have been so secretive of your painting I felt very curious to take a sneak peek. But that didn't really go well. I ended up stepping onto one of your red tubes of paint and it squirted all over the floor and your canvas.”
Yugi's amethyst eyes widened to that of dinner plates. A strange sense of emotion flooded through them as was unreadable. He simply stood there as the ceiling fan's light burned into his eyes, showing off his soon to fall tears.
His small hands began to shake somewhat as Yugi's feet buckled, thus causing him to collapse onto the beige carpeting.
Yami could only watch as he abandoned his stance next to Mokuba, now walking over to his distressed partner. He sat down on the floor, pulling the smaller teen into his lap as he held him close.
Yugi whimpered as tears trailed down his face. His small arms wrapped themselves around Yami's waist as he cried into his boyfriend's shirt.
Yugi was quite different from most teenage boys. He never had a temper tantrum. He was never angry that often, most of the time he cried his heart out. Just like this moment.
Yami rubbed Yugi's back as he rocked Yugi back and fourth, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
By now Mokuba had tiptoed out of the room, giving the couple their space as he decided to play Yami's Xbox.
Both spiky haired teen's sat there for over two hours, neither speaking as Yugi sniffed.
Yugi shifted in Yami's lap, now sitting with his back facing Yami's chest. His eyes fell onto the form of his soiled painting.
Blobs of still wet paint covered the once magnificent sea scape of the local beach. The forms of Yami and himself within the background looked as though they were bleeding to death.
He was soon distracted from his trance from his boyfriend. Yami silently nuzzled his face within Yugi's tri-colored hair. His fingers held those of Yugi's, both intertwining as if it was natural.
Yugi sighed as he rested his head on the somewhat built chest of Yami, gazing up as his pools of amethyst locked onto those of crimson.
Both stared at one another, neither speaking as Yami broke the unnatural silence.
“I'm so sorry Aibou. I can't believe this happened to you of all people. You don't deserve to face this. You were meant to win this scholarship.”
Yugi closed his eyes as he continued to hold onto Yami's tanned hands. “Yami, it's okay. I think that everything will be just fine. I learned long ago that things are never easy in life. Things will go wrong or break away without reason. You must look on the bright side of the world and allow mistakes and bad omens to be those of good fortune or positive feedbacks from the original problem. So this one painting was partially destroyed. It doesn't bother me all that much anymore. I plan to fix it with no problems this time.”
Yami smiled as he kissed Yugi's forehead. Such a simple philosophy given to him in the matter of minutes. Yugi was a lot more mature and understanding of the world than given credit for.
“Aibou, I like your views on this. I am glad that you still hold the passion to finish this painting. I will help you in anyway possible to have it ready for the competition.”
“No.”
Crimson eyes bore into those of his aibou's.
“No? No what?”
Yugi pulled himself free from Yami's grasp as he stood, walking over to his painting as he lifted it back onto the easel.
“No, there is no time limit for this work. It will be finished when you and I both think it is.”
Yami cocked his head to the side as he blinked perplexed. “Yugi! That's impossible, the contest is in less than forty-eight hours from now. You will never meet the deadline if you work as slow as molasses on it!”
Amethyst eyes glittered in the pale light emitted from the ceiling fan as Yugi smiled.
“There is no deadline any longer. I had dropped out of the competition.”
“What?! Why the hell did you do that?”
Yugi shifted in stance as he replied. “Because, I am tired of living by deadlines and the rules of the world. I want to do something just for me, for us. This is something I enjoy and I alone. The competition can go to hell for all I care. I just want to finish this painting, taking as long as I want. This is for you Yami. I planned on giving this to you for graduation and as a token of my true feelings for you.”
The elder teen gasped as Yugi smirked, pulling him onto his feet or so he thought. A moment had passed as he was pushed onto the bed, back resting against the silk sheets.
The small shadowed form of Yugi straddled his hips as Yugi's hands found themselves within the vast depths of Yami's tri-colored hair.
“Yami for a while now, I have ever doubted my chances of ever loving someone, much less the fates of our dark pasts and the belief of love at first site.”
The eighteen year old blinked as he felt Yugi's hands leave his hair, trailed along the side of his jaw, gently caressing it with soft petal-like touches.
“You have helped me put my past behind me and distinguished my futile attempts to discredit the theory of love at first sight. For you My Desert Rose, have proved that since the day of your car accident months ago.”
“Y, Yugi.”
“What I am trying to say is I have come to terms with my feelings and have found the spot for the one person just for me filled. I love you with the depths of my body, mind, heart, and soul.”
Yami smiled happily as he pulled Yugi on top of himself, crashing his lips onto those red supple ones of his small love.
Both fought for dominance as Yami licked Yugi's bottom lip, begging for entrance that was greatly given. His muscle explored the inner depths of Yugi's sugar flavored cavern, soon to meet that of the younger's tongue.
Feeling that of his other's tongue, Yugi wrapped his own around Yami's, engaging it into a duel of dominance.
The battle commenced, soon ended with Yami as the victor due to the terms of needing air.
Both broke away from the searing kiss, each breathing deeply as their gazes bore onto each other.
“I love you to Yugi. I have since the moment you asked me my name at the hospital. You are the only person that has shown me love, along with the acceptance of my past.”
Yugi smiled as he rested his head on Yami's chest, drawing circular patterns in his wake.
“So Aibou, for this painting of yours, do you have a title for it yet?”
Amethyst orbs danced with amusement as Yugi nodded wearily.
“Well? What is it?”
“Soak up the Sun.”
Crimson eyes blinked thoughtfully as Yami ran his fingers across pale alabaster skin.
“Where did you come up with that?”
“The song, along with the metaphorical terms of our relationship. We both soak up the problems of our pasts. Both learning that the future and learning to again as we soak up the love for each other.”
“You got all of that from a song?”
Yugi smirked as he swatted Yami's hands from the depths of his pale thin stomach.
“Yeah, I did. So when I tell you a chicken can pull a wagon, you better grab the harness.”
The Egyptian cocked his head to the side as he gave Yugi a look that stated 'what the hell?'
“Where in the seven hells did you come up with that interesting expression?”
Yugi simply rolled his eyes as he pulled himself off of Yami's tanned body.
“A very wise friend of mine. Now let's go check on Mokuba. He is probably worried sick or is beating all of your high scores on Dead or Alive 2.”
Yami gasped as he stood up, dragging Yugi along with him.
This was something that he had grown to love. He had was still falling madly in love with the sixteen- year old. He had the perfect idea for an after graduation gift for him and Yugi. Something that would prove their love beyond the borders of sex and dating.
He smiled as he and Yugi ran into the living room.
Oh yes, this little one had soaked up all the darkness within his past and heart.
- -
Another long chapter. One chapter left, and then the epilogue that is only on adult fanfiction, mediaminer, and pharaohatemuxyugimutou due to the lemony content. Oh and before it's asked, NO SEQUEL.
The chicken and the harness saying is an actual one that my dad has been saying to me for years. It's an old Texan expression according to him so I thought it fit in well in this chapter.
Had gotten this chapter out heck of a lot sooner than I intended. It practically wrote itself in two days. Now I should have the other out next week no later than Saturday on my eighteenth birthday.
Thank you all for the reviews.
-Yami Yuugi
Thanks for the reviews and to the reviewer who asked, Yup I am the author of the YxYY fic Arranged. Which will be worked on a lot more after I finish this story.
Chapter 21
Soak up the Sun
Four days, a long amount of time in the eyes of teenagers around Domino City. All of them awaited that of summer vacation, or in terms of the seniors, graduation.
Mutou Yugi sighed in desperate disdain. His once vibrant amethyst eyes dulled down to that of darkened plum. Shadows formed beneath his large eyes, falling down his cheeks. He blinked suddenly as he stretched his back.
“Damn painting. Why the hell won't you cooperate with me today?”
Yugi groaned as he threw a wet paintbrush across the room. Seconds later he watched the said item sail across the bed, thumping onto the wall. Though this wasn't the end of his torture. The gods had definitely been pissed off at him as the bristles of the horse haired brush met the pearl white surface of Yami's bedroom wall.
The bright hue of reddish-orange mad itself known. Droplets of the color dripped down the wall into that of a straight line.
Amethyst eyes followed the color, soon widening as the brush fell onto the carpet.
Yugi cursed to himself as he stood from his leather bounded computer desk chair. His small feet bounded down upon the beige carpet, soon ending in front of the bloody red painted mess.
“Damn! Desert Rose is going to kick my ass if he sees this mess. What am I going to do?”
As if a light bulb had lit up above his head, Yugi was struck with an idea.
“All I need is a large paint brush and a crap load of white paint!”
The sixteen year old smirked as he went through his collection of tubed acrylics. His eyes scanned across the exotic names from aqua marine to burnt sienna. A few moments had passed by as he had thrown the tubes of many varieties across the room, desperately trying to find that of his apparent non-existent white paint.
Yugi slammed his fists onto that of the floor, pounding continuously until he heard the all familiar pounding of their downstairs resident. She had grown accustomed to banging her old broom handle upon the ceiling, which was that of Yugi's floor.
His eyes narrowed as he then grabbed his car keys.
“There has to be some paint in my trunk.”
With that said, Yugi bounded out of the room, passing by the oblivious duo of Yami and Mokuba.
Crimson and sapphire eyes blinked expectantly. Both boys stared at the front door as Yami sighed.
“Cus', is your main squeeze always that crazy?” Mokuba questioned, fiddling with his hand of Duel Monster cards.
“No, Yugi is never crazy. A little eccentric every now and then. Though I think its the painting deadline that is getting the best of him.”
Mokuba rolled his eyes as he placed a card down on the table.
“Spear Dragon in attack mode, and I'll end my turn.”
Yami smirked as he pulled two of his monster's from the table's surface.
“Very good move little grasshopper, but not good enough. I sacrifice Kuriboh and my Celtic Guardian to summon the all powerful Dark Magician. Now I will attack and I believe that is the last of your life points Mokie.”
The small raven-haired boy gazed down at his calculator as he subtracted the damage costs, only to groan as the numbers of negative one hundred appeared.
“Dang it! That's the fifth time tonight Cus' Atemu. What the hell do you do in terms of winning every freaking match?”
Yami's brows rose as he shuffled his deck skillfully. “First off watch your language. I don't feel like having your brother kick my butt again. Second it is all pure strategy and experience with dueling.”
The heir to Kaiba Corp. huffed as he placed his deck to the side. “I'll be right back, I have to use the bathroom.”
The Egyptian waved the boy off as he gazed at his front door.
“Where the hell did you go Yugi?”
- -
The trunk of a blue Dodge Neon stood open, jiggling in the slight summer breeze.
The hunched form of chibi artist Yugi dug through the car's trunk. His small hands pushed through a mound of clothes and mixed art supplies.
His eyes scanned through the assorted paint as he growled.
“Do the gods just naturally hate me?”
Around twenty minutes had passed since his search had begun.
He had found twenty dollars in cash, an old set of Prisma Colors, a Snickers candy bar, and an industrial sized container of crimson red paint.
“Stupid red paint. It's almost like it will be the downfall of my art career.”
If only Yugi knew how right he was.
- -
Mokuba stepped out of the bathroom, heading towards the living room as he noticed the half-opened door of Yami/Yugi's bedroom.
His sapphire eyes sparkled in mischief as he pushed the door open fully as it exposed that of Yugi's frantic search.
His curiosity took full toll upon his young mind as he fully stepped in.
He gazed across the interior of the room as his eyes fell onto that of Yugi's painting.
The need to view the whole work of art caused the young ten-year-old to step slowly, almost walking in the formation of baby steps that matched that of baby Bambi.
Attraction of light and color, the intensity of emphasis and harmony intertwined upon the vast canvas of Yugi's.
A new array of light and shadowed tints made themselves known in the depth of color.
Twisting verses of goldenrod and light orange mixed into that of a deep aqua marine.
Two figures stood far into the perspective. Skin tones of pale alabaster and dusty bronze held the bases of the figures.
Splotches of color mixed finely lined that of a small half-painted dwelling to the side, almost glistening in that of the apparent sunset.
Mokuba gazed with definite awe. He was mesmerized by this paintings beauty.
His small form continued to lurk closer, eventually finding himself a few more inches away from its indescribable nature.
Along the way his small feet met a clumpy object. His large innocent eyes fell down onto that of the carpet, meeting the presence of his baby-blue cross trainers.
Mentally he shrugged, continuing his mission from before hand. Though unluckily for him, something that was beneath his foot squished, flinging that of a white cap towards the painting.
The small piece of plastic held that of a punch as the unsteady easel shifted unevenly. The screws within its frame squeaked upon intrusion of the force exerted from the painting.
Mokuba could only watch with glazed eyes as the canvas collided with the floor, falling face up onto the carpet.
Relief flooded through his youthful mind as he slowly approached the work.
The prey of the gods had been caught. A deafening squeal erupted from the young Kaiba's mouth as the remainder of crimson paint squirted itself upon the canvas.
Blood red acrylic paint dropped down the center of the sunset, hitting that of the shadowed forms.
Almost matching that of bloodied tear tracks, the paint continued to taint Yugi's work.
Tears of worry, fear, and guilt flooded through Mokuba's sapphire eyes. His body fell rigid, shaking uncontrollably as fear consumed his soul.
“W-what have I done?” his knees buckled as he collapsed onto the floor, gazing at the once gorgeous painting.
- -
While back with Yugi, the small teen had almost given up on his quest.
His large amethyst eyes narrowed, glaring deeply into the Dodge Neon's trunk as the shade of metallic pearl caught his eye.
Desperate small hands plunged into the unexplored portions of the trunk, pushing and pulling past the objects that no longer held any importance. Finally his search had ended, meeting the view with the white paint.
“Finally! Now I can meet my deadline!”
Yugi clutched the jug of paint as he slammed the tank closed, now racing back upstairs.
Though he was held back by the persistent ringing of his cell phone.
The faint tone of “Blind Ambition” flooded through his ears as he groaned.
Hesitantly, he pulled the ringing device from his pocket, reading through the caller I.D. As it read ANZU in bold letters.
His eyes softened as he pressed the green shaped telephone button his Nokia.
“Hello, this is Mutou Yugi, tenshi of the art world. How may I help you?” he teased, pausing as an amused giggle made itself known.
“Hey Angel. Heh Yugi, you do this every time I call. Don't you think it's getting a bit old?”
Yugi laughed as he spoke. “Nah. What's another four years of an old nickname?” So what's up Anzu? Why did you call?”
The line suddenly fell silent for the moment as Yugi heard the girl whisper.
“Well I had heard from a reliable source that your competition has been rescheduled.”
“Yeah, they called around two days ago. I now have a little less than two days to have the painting finished.”
Anzu sighed in understanding. “Wow, well I thought I should let you know that I will be there rooting for you. I know you will win Yugi.”
Yugi replied sheepishly. “Anzu, I know that I have talent, but seriously, I have no chance for this contest.”
The brunette huffed as she laughed slightly.
“Yugi, when I tell you that a chicken can pull a wagon, you bet get the harness.”
Yugi blinked as he rolled his eyes. Anzu always had these freaking weird sayings. Sometimes he wondered where the hell she came up with them.
“What the hell does that mean?”
The teen's eldest friend laughed as she explained.
“Yugi, all it means it that whatever I say to you is true. Even If I said something as bazaar as a chicken pulling a wagon......”
Yugi rolled his eyes as he shifted the phone in his grasp.
'This is going to take a while.'
Yugi groaned inwardly, unlocking his car as he sat in the front seat, listening to his friend babble on over Ra knows what.
He only prayed to every god he knew that Yami or Mokuba wouldn't find the paint induced mess.
- -
A scream echoed through the small apartment of “555.”
Yami blinked almost perplexed, brows rising in worry and concern. His natural gaming reactions kicked in, sending his think body into over drive. His legs sprung into action, carrying him towards his bedroom.
Adrenaline ran through his veins as he bolted into the bedroom. His crimson eyes widened upon the state of its interior as he halted in stance.
There within the center of his once gorgeous Egyptian themed bedroom sat Mokuba, with paint strewn about. The facades of color covered the small boy from the waist down. As it did the wall opposite of the room strangely enough. Though this isn't what had caught his attention. It was that of the soiled canvas that laid only mere inches away from the ten-year-old's kneeling body.
Yami groaned inwardly as he took a gaze at the tainted red that covered the majority of the work, soon filling the barriers of the untouched work of art.
Mokuba shook uncontrollably. His large sapphire eyes laded themselves with red rims as tears cascaded down his baby face. His small arms wrapped themselves around his chest, shaking continuously as he muttered the incoherent words of “what have I done?”
Yami slowly bent down next to his younger cousin, placing a hand on his shoulder as he rubbed it affectionately.
“Sssh. It's okay Mokie. It was just an accident.”
The small Kaiba sniffed as he turned around, wrapping his arms around his cousin in desperate need.
“Atemu, Yugi is going to kill me. I ruined his painting. He is going to hate me!” he choked on his sobs, burying his face within the folds of Yami's black T-shirt.
The Egyptian rubbed circles on the ten-year old's back as he attempted to end his sobbing.
“Sssh. Yugi will do no such thing. He is a very understanding person, trust me Mokie. This is coming from someone that has been dating him for a while now.”
The boy's bright eyes continued to water as Yami wiped them away, only to then hear the front door opening.
“Well I guess It's time to face the music isn't it little buddy?”
Mokuba sniffed as he wiped at his eyes. “Yeah, I think it's about time I apologize.”
Yugi stood in the living room, gazing around as he noticed the lack of Yami and Mokuba. His eyes wandered around as they met that of the now wide-open bedroom.
His nerves fell on edge as he gulped. “Well I guess it's time to face the music with Desert Rose and the kid.”
Yugi breathed in deeply as he lifted his legs, slowly walking into the hallway. His steps inched himself closer towards the door, the weight of lead met that of his feet.
He groaned inwardly as he realized that his mind was screwing with him again. Guilt had taken toll on his heart.
A moment had passed as he found himself entering his and Yami's bedroom,gazing at the site before him.
Yami and Mokuba both stood with nervous smiles on their faces as they blocked something behind their backs.
Something was suspicious, something that caused Yugi to cock his head to the side.
The small teen blinked as he noticed the mess of paint that covered the floor and the wall.
Something had happened while he was gone for that hour and now he was curious as to what the hell had happened.
Yugi's brows knitted as he gave the duo an expectant gaze.
“What the heck is going on? Why are you both in here with paint all over the place?”
Yami scratched his head sheepishly as he laughed nervously.
“Well you see Aibou, I heard Mokuba scream and I came in here and found him.”
“Found him in here doing what? Tell me Yami, I don't have all day.” Yugi stated in apparent annoyance.
Mokuba gazed at the babbling duo as he sighed.
“I had gone off to use the bathroom and then when I left, I noticed the door was half-open and since you have been so secretive of your painting I felt very curious to take a sneak peek. But that didn't really go well. I ended up stepping onto one of your red tubes of paint and it squirted all over the floor and your canvas.”
Yugi's amethyst eyes widened to that of dinner plates. A strange sense of emotion flooded through them as was unreadable. He simply stood there as the ceiling fan's light burned into his eyes, showing off his soon to fall tears.
His small hands began to shake somewhat as Yugi's feet buckled, thus causing him to collapse onto the beige carpeting.
Yami could only watch as he abandoned his stance next to Mokuba, now walking over to his distressed partner. He sat down on the floor, pulling the smaller teen into his lap as he held him close.
Yugi whimpered as tears trailed down his face. His small arms wrapped themselves around Yami's waist as he cried into his boyfriend's shirt.
Yugi was quite different from most teenage boys. He never had a temper tantrum. He was never angry that often, most of the time he cried his heart out. Just like this moment.
Yami rubbed Yugi's back as he rocked Yugi back and fourth, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
By now Mokuba had tiptoed out of the room, giving the couple their space as he decided to play Yami's Xbox.
Both spiky haired teen's sat there for over two hours, neither speaking as Yugi sniffed.
Yugi shifted in Yami's lap, now sitting with his back facing Yami's chest. His eyes fell onto the form of his soiled painting.
Blobs of still wet paint covered the once magnificent sea scape of the local beach. The forms of Yami and himself within the background looked as though they were bleeding to death.
He was soon distracted from his trance from his boyfriend. Yami silently nuzzled his face within Yugi's tri-colored hair. His fingers held those of Yugi's, both intertwining as if it was natural.
Yugi sighed as he rested his head on the somewhat built chest of Yami, gazing up as his pools of amethyst locked onto those of crimson.
Both stared at one another, neither speaking as Yami broke the unnatural silence.
“I'm so sorry Aibou. I can't believe this happened to you of all people. You don't deserve to face this. You were meant to win this scholarship.”
Yugi closed his eyes as he continued to hold onto Yami's tanned hands. “Yami, it's okay. I think that everything will be just fine. I learned long ago that things are never easy in life. Things will go wrong or break away without reason. You must look on the bright side of the world and allow mistakes and bad omens to be those of good fortune or positive feedbacks from the original problem. So this one painting was partially destroyed. It doesn't bother me all that much anymore. I plan to fix it with no problems this time.”
Yami smiled as he kissed Yugi's forehead. Such a simple philosophy given to him in the matter of minutes. Yugi was a lot more mature and understanding of the world than given credit for.
“Aibou, I like your views on this. I am glad that you still hold the passion to finish this painting. I will help you in anyway possible to have it ready for the competition.”
“No.”
Crimson eyes bore into those of his aibou's.
“No? No what?”
Yugi pulled himself free from Yami's grasp as he stood, walking over to his painting as he lifted it back onto the easel.
“No, there is no time limit for this work. It will be finished when you and I both think it is.”
Yami cocked his head to the side as he blinked perplexed. “Yugi! That's impossible, the contest is in less than forty-eight hours from now. You will never meet the deadline if you work as slow as molasses on it!”
Amethyst eyes glittered in the pale light emitted from the ceiling fan as Yugi smiled.
“There is no deadline any longer. I had dropped out of the competition.”
“What?! Why the hell did you do that?”
Yugi shifted in stance as he replied. “Because, I am tired of living by deadlines and the rules of the world. I want to do something just for me, for us. This is something I enjoy and I alone. The competition can go to hell for all I care. I just want to finish this painting, taking as long as I want. This is for you Yami. I planned on giving this to you for graduation and as a token of my true feelings for you.”
The elder teen gasped as Yugi smirked, pulling him onto his feet or so he thought. A moment had passed as he was pushed onto the bed, back resting against the silk sheets.
The small shadowed form of Yugi straddled his hips as Yugi's hands found themselves within the vast depths of Yami's tri-colored hair.
“Yami for a while now, I have ever doubted my chances of ever loving someone, much less the fates of our dark pasts and the belief of love at first site.”
The eighteen year old blinked as he felt Yugi's hands leave his hair, trailed along the side of his jaw, gently caressing it with soft petal-like touches.
“You have helped me put my past behind me and distinguished my futile attempts to discredit the theory of love at first sight. For you My Desert Rose, have proved that since the day of your car accident months ago.”
“Y, Yugi.”
“What I am trying to say is I have come to terms with my feelings and have found the spot for the one person just for me filled. I love you with the depths of my body, mind, heart, and soul.”
Yami smiled happily as he pulled Yugi on top of himself, crashing his lips onto those red supple ones of his small love.
Both fought for dominance as Yami licked Yugi's bottom lip, begging for entrance that was greatly given. His muscle explored the inner depths of Yugi's sugar flavored cavern, soon to meet that of the younger's tongue.
Feeling that of his other's tongue, Yugi wrapped his own around Yami's, engaging it into a duel of dominance.
The battle commenced, soon ended with Yami as the victor due to the terms of needing air.
Both broke away from the searing kiss, each breathing deeply as their gazes bore onto each other.
“I love you to Yugi. I have since the moment you asked me my name at the hospital. You are the only person that has shown me love, along with the acceptance of my past.”
Yugi smiled as he rested his head on Yami's chest, drawing circular patterns in his wake.
“So Aibou, for this painting of yours, do you have a title for it yet?”
Amethyst orbs danced with amusement as Yugi nodded wearily.
“Well? What is it?”
“Soak up the Sun.”
Crimson eyes blinked thoughtfully as Yami ran his fingers across pale alabaster skin.
“Where did you come up with that?”
“The song, along with the metaphorical terms of our relationship. We both soak up the problems of our pasts. Both learning that the future and learning to again as we soak up the love for each other.”
“You got all of that from a song?”
Yugi smirked as he swatted Yami's hands from the depths of his pale thin stomach.
“Yeah, I did. So when I tell you a chicken can pull a wagon, you better grab the harness.”
The Egyptian cocked his head to the side as he gave Yugi a look that stated 'what the hell?'
“Where in the seven hells did you come up with that interesting expression?”
Yugi simply rolled his eyes as he pulled himself off of Yami's tanned body.
“A very wise friend of mine. Now let's go check on Mokuba. He is probably worried sick or is beating all of your high scores on Dead or Alive 2.”
Yami gasped as he stood up, dragging Yugi along with him.
This was something that he had grown to love. He had was still falling madly in love with the sixteen- year old. He had the perfect idea for an after graduation gift for him and Yugi. Something that would prove their love beyond the borders of sex and dating.
He smiled as he and Yugi ran into the living room.
Oh yes, this little one had soaked up all the darkness within his past and heart.
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Another long chapter. One chapter left, and then the epilogue that is only on adult fanfiction, mediaminer, and pharaohatemuxyugimutou due to the lemony content. Oh and before it's asked, NO SEQUEL.
The chicken and the harness saying is an actual one that my dad has been saying to me for years. It's an old Texan expression according to him so I thought it fit in well in this chapter.
Had gotten this chapter out heck of a lot sooner than I intended. It practically wrote itself in two days. Now I should have the other out next week no later than Saturday on my eighteenth birthday.
Thank you all for the reviews.
-Yami Yuugi