Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Coffee Shop: Love in the Strangest Places ❯ First Time at The Coffee Shop ( Chapter 7 )

Usual Disclaimer: In a monotonous tone "I do not own any Yugioh characters or anything else that is already copyrighted."

Warning: Now in a cheerful voice, "This chapter contains fluff!" Voice converts to a sinister one, "Enjoy while you still can . . ."

As they approached the destination, Seto read the words above the window. `The Coffee Shop'. His eyes widened in surprise as realization dawned on him. This was the same small café that he had offered to take Yami to earlier today.

Looking back at his date, Yami flashed a warm smile and pulled open the glass door. As soon as they entered the warm place, the spiky haired man was pulled into a big, bear hug.

"Yami! How are you? And who is this lovely creature?" greeted a cheerful voice.

Unable to respond from the lack of air entering his lungs, Yami just grunted and tried to say, "Can't breathe," but it ended up sounding like "Damn freak."

"What'd you say, bud?" asked the attacker who pulled away to stare at his friend.

"I said `I'm good and how are you?'" the shorter boy responded.

During this happy little reunion, Seto felt a pang of jealousy. No one should be able to touch Yami but him. Wait a second! What was he thinking? He and Yami weren't even going out! They had only known each other since this morning. Wait another second! Jealousy? He wasn't feeling envious. No, of course not. It was just that seeing these two acting so comfortable around each other sickened him. He didn't understand how people could lower themselves to such happy and cheerful fools . . . Right after Seto had thought that, Yami gave him another warm smile. Opposing his earlier thoughts, Seto smiled back and felt his cheeks heat up.

"Himura, I would like you to meet my good friend, Joey," Yami introduced.

"He means best friend." This so-called Joey held his hand out. While staring intently at this blonde haired, brown-eyed man, Seto firmly took the outstretched hand and shook it with a tight grip. "Woo! Nice hand shake, man. You must be one of those important people; always shaking old rich men's hands . . ." Joey trailed off as he saw the glare he was shot from Seto.

"Well, enough with the introductions," Yami spoke up, seeing the hostile tension between the two. "Joey, I'm glad you are here and everything, but . . ." he signaled that Seto and him were on a date by giving Joey `the look'.

"Oh! Um, I was just leaving anyway. I have to go, um, I have to go and walk my dogs," he explained, a nervous air about him.

"You walk your dogs this late at night?" Seto queried Joey's honesty.

"Yeah! See, they're `special' dogs. If you put them in the sunlight, they tend to burn and turn into a pile of ash," he tried to confirm his story by drawing up some scenes he saw in an American vampire movie. Seto didn't believe a word of this; he only stood there shooting arrows at the slightly shorter male.

"Have fun, Joey! I'll see you later," Yami once again interrupted. Without another word - afraid he'll mess up whatever relationship he had with Himura - Joey flashed his infamous V-sign with a cheesy grin and was off into the night to walk his vampire dogs.

Seto stopped himself from making any rude comment about this, hmmm . . . Chihuahua, afraid he would offend his date and ruin any chance he had with him. Not that it would matter since Seto could date Yami as his true self; but of course Seto would never think like that.

"Let's find a table to sit at," Yami suggested. Since they were the only ones in there due to the late hours, it wasn't very hard to find a seat. The pair ended up choosing a small booth by the shop's window. Passersby gave no notice to the small place; they just walked by with the vision of a nightclub on their minds.

"What may I get for you two handsome gentlemen?" a perky voice offered.

Turning his gaze towards the source, Seto focused on the woman he always saw when he came here. She was quite pretty - fair skin, ebony hair that slightly shielded her emerald eyes, and round cheeks that were slightly pink. Seto's eyes grew as he discovered what had made her cheeks that color.

"I would like the Cookies `n' Cream Cocoa, please," Yami ordered, a slight twitch on his upper lip as he stifled in a laugh.

"I would like the same," Seto put in his own order. With one last glance at the auburn haired man, Juri briskly walked away to disappear behind some door.

"Well that was interesting," Yami stated, a complete smirk on his face.

"Now what could be so interesting?" feigned Seto, imitating innocence.

The other chuckled at the false naivete. "Making Juri blush like that," he giggled. "The poor girl didn't know what to do with such beauty," he said more seriously, gazing into those peaceful ocean eyes. A prick of familiarity entered Yami as he beamed into those azure orbs.

Before he could contemplate more on why those eyes looked so familiar, the distraught woman returned with their drinks. "A Cookies `n' Cream Cocoa for you, and another Cookies `n' Cream Cocoa for you," she announced, handing the deuce their mugs.

"Thank you, Juri," Seto simpered, looking up into her forest green eyes.

"Y-You're w-welcome," she stuttered. "I-If you need ANYthing, just call me," she informed with another blush creeping across her pale skin.

As soon as the abashed woman walked away, Yami began to snicker. "I think you have a new admirer, Himura."

"I think I am the new admirer," Seto countered, smiling coyly at Yami.

A deeper color than the flattered woman's cheeks tinted Yami's. Noticing the new color upon his date's face, Seto felt a jolt inside of him. He hadn't realized how seducing and forward his words were. The reactions from the other two and the excitement he was gaining from this, shocked him. Never had he been like this before. What was coming over him?

"You better drink up before it gets cold," Yami advised, avoiding the other's gaze, not wanting to become more lustful for this man. It had only been an hour; two hours at the most, that Yami had known him. Rushing into anything could cause both of them pain and regrets. The tri-colored hair man had already experienced feelings such as those.

Lifting the warm mug up to his lips, Seto admired the view. Although The Coffee Shop was a speck compared to the KaibaCorp building, it still had a great sight. Looking out the café's window gave you the spectacle of another avenue. The shop was the head of the street, creating a three-way intersection of the two roadways.

Stores and restaurants lined the boulevard they were able to speculate at. Bright hues of yellow, red, oranges, and a few blues brightened up the road. Groups of excited teens, content couples, and enraptured tourists meandered along the pavement, adoring the city's glory.

Wondering what his companion was doing, Seto slowly shifted his ogle across from him. His mouth suddenly became dry as the angelic sight was captured. The outside lights were brilliantly giving a fascinating luster to the faultless skin. The normal amethyst eyes were glimmering a radiant red. Long lashes unfurled and lustrous lips were all a part of the miracle they call Yami.

Staring at this anomalous man always left Seto drifting into a world of euphoria. This wonderful place had made him go moments before he realized his cocoa was gone.

He softly set the empty mug back onto the wooden table when he heard that captivating voice whisper, "Isn't it beautiful?"

Seto glanced up at the inattentive male and casted a small uplift of the lips. "Yes, you are very beautiful."

Those five words brought Yami back from his small revelry. He turned his gaze towards Seto and gave him a questioning look. The analytic expression soon converted into roseate cheeks when Yami had fully registered what the other had remarked.

Speechless as to what to respond, Yami just placed his hands on the table. The boy's brows furrowed as he concentrated on his fidgeting hands. A mischievous grin came across Seto's pink lips. With a small breath of encouragement, the CEO moved his own hands and cupped the smaller pair.

"I would be honored if you met me here tomorrow at 7 p.m.," Seto offered another engagement.

The movement of the nervous boy's Adam's apple told Seto that he gulped. Eyebrows softened and Yami slowly raised his lids to reveal erotic, amorous depths. Taken aback by this sudden transformation, `Himura' quickly inhaled and felt heat rush down away from his cheeks.

"I would be the honored one," Yami responded, his own eyes staring into the familiar cerulean ones.

Relieved at Yami's answer, Seto acknowledged his understanding, "It is getting late so I must go. See you tomorrow night."

The now flustered boy let go of the small pair of hands and stood up from his side of the booth. With one last look and smile, Seto left The Coffee Shop. A drift of air brushed against his heated body. Summer nights in Domino were like daytime in spring, warm with a nice breeze. Scents of the nighttime city life was a huge contrast to the aromas of a cozy café.

Walking down the crowded street, the proud older brother smirked. "Who knew Mokuba's ideas would actually turn out good?"

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Back at The Coffee Shop, Yami was smiling in a goofy manner. His line of eyesight was upon the spot where Himura once was standing.

A curious voice sounded from across the small shop. "I thought you liked Seto."

With a smirk, Yami simply replied, "I like them both."

TBC . . .

Thank you to all of my reviewers! I'm surprised that people actually like this story. Well, I hope you don't think this story was too full of fluff and it disgusted you. Please review so I know your thoughts on this chapter and where I'm going in this story! *^_o*~~~

Oh yeah! In case you were wondering, Juri did not forget about Yami taking her mug . . .