Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Coffee Shop: Love in the Strangest Places ❯ A Little Too Serene ( Chapter 8 )

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Um . . . eh . . . it's been such a long while since I've updated this story. I had a writer's block period for a while so I moved on to other stories. But now I know what direction I want to go with this so it won't take me months to update! I was reading over my first few chapters and I couldn't believe you guys actually continued reading my story. Haha. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this chapter and the next one will be up soon!

Seto couldn't stop smiling to himself as he walked back to where his black Ferrari was parked. When he reached the sleek car, he unlocked the driver's door and entered. The smell of leather mixed with the faint smell of cocoa filled his nostrils. He inhaled the sweet aroma, and started his car.

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After apologizing for the umpteenth time to Juri for breaking the mug, Yami opened the door to the café and breathed in the warm night air. It was half past midnight. He needed to be at work in seven and a half hours, which meant he'd only get about five hours of sleep. Sigh. He still didn't know what to base his next column on.

As he walked along the sidewalk towards his apartment building that was only a few blocks away, Yami's mind drifted to Seto and Himura. There was something oddly similar about the two of them. Every time he had stared at Himura's eyes, he saw Seto. The only difference between the two of them was their hair. Each man was very polite and seemed interesting enough to be with.

HONK. HONK.

Yami turned his head and found a red sedan driving next to him.

"Hey Yami!" Tea yelled out the open passenger window. "Do you need a ride home?"

"No, it's okay. My apartment is only a few blocks away," Yami shouted back. Truthfully, he didn't feel like listening to Tea ramble on about how fun the club was or asking him if he met anyone.

"Okay, well see you at work!" With those words, the female sped off down the road and turned left at the corner.

Yami smiled to himself as he thought about how he used to spend every day hanging out with his friends. He wondered what the others were doing right now; if Tristan was lying in bed with Serenity, if Duke was working on his latest game creation, if Bakura was in Egypt studying the ancient tombs, and if Joey was walking his dogs.

Each vision was strange to think about. Each one of his friends had interesting lives that they probably enjoyed every day of. But Yami for some reason, felt incomplete. Sure he enjoyed writing columns and watching people's reactions as they read them, but there was something that he was missing. Tea was also right. He always spent his time either at work or at The Coffee Shop.

Suddenly Yami felt his head begin to spin and his vision begin to blur. He stopped his tracks and tried to steady himself from falling over. His eyes squinted as he tried to see what was ahead of him. All he could make out was a mirage of different colors.

A few seconds passed before his head stopped spinning and he could see again. Confused and a little dazed, Yami began to walk again. He hadn't noticed before, but there wasn't anyone else on the streets. It was as if everyone had gone in for the night to rest until tomorrow.

Ignoring the creeping feeling of being alone, Yami sped up his walk, but before he could take three steps the same feeling rose in him. This time it was worse. His head was doing cartwheels while his eyes tried to focus on the blurring world. Before he could stop himself, Yami lost his balance and fell onto the hard pavement.

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Seto was driving his car back down the street of the café. He wasn't sure why he was driving this way since it was the opposite direction of his mansion. His eyes occasionally glanced to the sidewalks, maybe hoping to catch a glimpse of . . . tri-colored spiky hair?

There on the paved ground was a small form dressed in leather pants and a black shirt.

Seto quickly pulled the car over and got out. Worry stirred inside of him as he ran to the limp body. A knot formed in his throat as the familiar sight of blonde, red, and black hair loosely framed pale skin and closed lids.

"Yami?" Seto addressed, kneeling on his knees. He hesitantly reached out and brushed a few blonde strands out the male's serene face. A little too serene. Seto gently pushed the figure onto its back, and he pressed two figures to a slender neck. He sighed in relief when he found out Yami was still alive, but the pulse was faintly beating.

Deciding that he couldn't leave Yami like this, Seto picked the light male up and quickly carried him over to his car. He skillfully opened the passenger door and laid the limp form on the seat. After buckling Yami's seatbelt, Seto closed the door and hurried into the driver's side. What was wrong with him? All Seto could think of to do was get him to a hospital.

TBC . . .

Please review! I want to know if you were expecting this to happen or not, especially since that bartender at the Forbidden Fruit had a mischievous grin on her face. EVIL LADY! Well, please review my latest chapter!