Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Untouched ❯ Mirror Images ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Warnings: AU. Adult language. Suggestive material.

Chapter 2: Mirror Images

Yugi stretched in his bed in an attempt to wake up his muscles and get his blood flowing. A yawn escaped his lips and, with a small incoherent whine, Yugi forced himself out of bed. His eyes still half-lidded and drowsy, Yugi grabbed a towel and a change of clothes and headed off to the bathroom. On his way out of his room, he passed a mirror, glanced at it for a second, and then exited his room. Approximately five seconds later, he came running back in, wide-eyed and completely awake, only to stare in disbelief at his reflection.
"AAAHHHHH!"
Yugi instantly closed his eyes and counted to ten. Slowly, he peeked one eye open.
"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
And that's when he remembered. It wasn't a dream. He and Yami really did switch bodies! But how? That's impossible! Oh, wait! That item. At the museum. This all has something to do with that forsaken item! After about a half hour of discussing this predicament with himself, Yugi heaved depressingly and trudged his way to the bathroom. As he turned on the water for the shower, his face flushed a dark scarlet.
How could he forget so quickly? There had to be some way to shower without seeing Yami naked. Yugi turned over about a dozen solutions in his head but, in the end, he just grabbed some swimming trunks, and with his eyes closed tight, stripped Yami's body completely and tossed the trunks on before stepping in the shower. The refreshing droplets of warm water did wonders for his aching muscles. Or...wait, these would be Yami's muscles. Yugi made a confused frown. What could possibly stress Yami out so much that his body was this tense?
Deciding not to dwell on it, Yugi hopped out of the shower and threw on a pair of blue jeans (that were a little too long for him so they had wound up fitting perfectly on Yami's body) and a white short-sleeved shirt. Walking back over to the mirror, Yugi peered into the glass and couldn't help the smile that graced his features.
Yami looked…nice in these clothes. Yugi didn’t think that he had ever seen Yami in anything besides leather before. Not that Yami looked unappealing in this usual attire but it was still nice to see him dressed in just everyday clothes. Without realizing it, Yugi let his eyes wander down to his bare arms which were exquisitely defined and perfectly tan. A dark blush came to his cheeks when he realized that he was fawning over Yami’s body.
He snorted in a sad attempt to cover up his embarrassment. Yami wasn’t all that good-looking…
Okay, so maybe that was a lie but it didn’t matter. Yami was cocky and selfish anyways. To avoid talking to himself any longer in fear that more thoughts of Yami that he really didn’t want to think about would surface, Yugi quickly picked up his book bag from the ground and headed towards the door. Right before leaving, however, he tossed one more glance at his reflection and rolled his eyes. Prick.

...Untouched...

Entering the institution of education that he enjoyed but that Yami probably referred to as hell, Yugi headed towards his locker only to see Kaiba leaning back against the wall, obviously waiting for Jou. “Good morning, Kaiba,” Yugi greeted with a bright smile.
The brunette in question raised an elegant eyebrow before asking in a completely serious tone: “Who are you, and what have you done with my cousin?”
Yugi waved the comment off with a nervous laugh. "Don't be silly, Kaiba," he replied sweetly before walking away, leaving a very bemused Kaiba staring after him.
'Phew, that was a close one,' Yugi said to himself after a minute. He really needed to be more careful around Yami's friends. He didn't want anyone to suspect anything. He needed to lay low.
"Yo!"
Yugi looked up to see one of Yami's friends walking up to him. Bakura; that was his name. When Bakura was a few meters away, he came to an abrupt halt. Yugi shivered at the intense brown eyes that scanned his body. He felt violated. Even though it wasn't really his body.
"You look...different," Bakura greeted awkwardly.
"Um...thank you?" Yugi replied not entirely sure he if the other's comment was an insult or not.
His reply seemed to confuse Bakura even more. Luckily, the white-haired youth wasn't really interested in his friend's odd behavior. This became evident when Bakura said casually: "Anyways, the guys are thinking about going out after school. Interested?"
Bakura furrowed his eyebrows when he noticed his friend's crimson eyes, which were as wide as plates, casted off to something behind him. His jaw, Bakura observed, was hanging open in utter shock. "Yami? Hello! Are you even listening?" He called out to the other, annoyed that he was being completely ignored. Bakura turned to find out what Yami was gaping at and was startled when he spotted a familiar figure currently striding confidently down the school hallway.
"No. He. Didn't." Yugi breathed out, each word emphasized with incredulous disbelief.
Yugi watched with horrified ruby eyes as Yami, in his body mind you, walked down the hall, black leather hugging his body on his legs and torso though his arms were completely void of any clothing with the exception of a few wrist bands. Yugi covered his face with his hands the moment he saw Yami toss a group of giggling girls a small gesture, pressing his hand to the side of his face like it was a telephone and mouthing what looked like a 'Call me.'
Completely mortified, Yugi watched through the cracks in his fingers as Yami finally stopped at a large group of both girls and boys. He could practically hear his flirtatious comments from his spot next to Bakura. "Hmm, it’s almost like you two exchanged wardrobes or something," Bakura muttered and looked to the side only to realize that his crimson-eyed friend had already begun to make his way across the hallway.
The second Yugi had arrived at the group where Yami was, he snatched the other's attention away from the crowd. "Oh, Yugi," he hissed, stressing the other's name. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
Yami turned to Yugi with a smirk and the latter could clearly see the amusement written on the other's face. "Well, I'm kind of busy--OW!"
Completely ignoring the other's yell when he had grabbed his ear, Yugi forcefully dragged Yami to a secluded corner of the hall. For once, he was grateful that Yami's body was stronger than his own. Otherwise, he would have never been able to accomplish this feat. Yami didn't even have time to complain when Yugi went off.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" Yugi shouted, demanding a logical and reasonable answer but knowing very well that he was unlikely to get one. In the background, Yugi heard the school bell give off a shriek, signaling the beginning of classes. In a matter of seconds, the hall was completely void of any other students.
Yami, who had not noticed that they were alone now, smirked playfully. "Why, Yugi dear, whatever are you talking about?"
Yugi's eyes twitched at the sarcastic endearment. "You know very damn well what I'm talking about! I'm talking about you dressing me like I'm some type of bondage slave!?"
Yami gave a mock scowl. "You say that like it’s a bad thing."
Yugi groaned in annoyance. "Whatever happened to laying low! Do you want people to suspect that something's up with us!"
Yami narrowed his eyes at the other's tone. "No! What I want is my body back! How am I supposed to attract people looking like this? I mean, I can only do so much!"
Yugi gasped and, in a millisecond, he felt his face heat up. "You! You little--I can't--you're so--"
"Will you be completing any of these sentences?" Yami inquired indifferently.
Fuming with anger, Yugi quickly dug in his book bag and whipped out a pair of scissors. Before Yami could ask what he was doing, Yugi grabbed a thick section of his blond bangs and brought the scissors up to meet the hair.
"Don't you dare!" Yami hissed dangerously.
“Try me.” Yugi retorted with equal disdain.
In a blink of an eye, Yami tackled Yugi to the ground and the fight quickly erupted into a wrestling match. "Give me those damn scissors, Yugi!" Yami threatened as he reached out to try to grab the sharp item that the other was holding over his head. However, Yugi's arms were so damn short that Yami was having trouble taking the scissors from the other.
"What's the meaning of this!?"
Both Yugi and Yami turned their heads to see a furious teacher with her glasses on the bridge of her nose towering above them like some kind of crazed maniac.
"Both of you! Detention! Tomorrow!" She ordered angrily.
“What?!” Yugi gasped. “I’ve never gotten detention in my life!”
The teacher snorted. “You, Mr. Atemu, have been in detention more times than I care to count. It’s Mr. Motou that surprises me. Now by the time I get back here, both of you better be in your classes,” she said before disappearing behind the next corridor.
As soon as the teacher was out of sight, they instantly snapped their heads back to meet each other. Both of their legs were still intertwined and their faces were so close that they could feel the other's hot breath. Due to the earlier struggle, both of them were panting heavily and their faces were still flushed red with anger. They stared at each other through narrowed eyes but neither of them made any motion of moving.
That was until Jou's voice pierced through the air like a bullet.
"Yug, what are you doing?" The blond asked, his face twisted with confusion.
"Oh, I--" Yugi started but Yami quickly placed a hand over the other's mouth and gave him a look that said: 'He's talking to me, you idiot.'
"Um, nothing," Yami spoke innocently. “Yami and I were just having a little...conversation."
Yugi snorted before flashing Yami a glare. “Get off of me,” Yugi warned wearily.
Realizing that he was still on top of Yugi, Yami quickly rolled off of the other. “Brat,” Yami mumbled harshly as he straightened out his outfit.
“Prick,” came the inevitable reply and Yami watched through glaring amethyst eyes as Yugi got to his feet.
“Umm, anyways," Jou said, sensing the tension-filled atmosphere. “Shouldn’t you two be in class?"
Yugi quickly nodded. "That's exactly where I'm going," he said before scurrying off into a nearby classroom. Not before sticking his tongue out at Yami though. The gesture caused a deep growl to escape Yami's lips.
"Ahh, we should get back to class," Jou spoke, still slightly puzzled with seeing his best friend on top of someone that he 'supposedly' hated in the middle of the school hallway. Yami nodded and reluctantly followed the blond but not without vowing that he would get his revenge. Somehow...

...Untouched...

After taking a seat beside Kaiba in the back of the class, Yugi began thinking of all the ways he could make Yami's life a living hell. He chose to ignore all of the strange looks that he was getting. It was either because they were surprised by the clothes that he dressed Yami in or the fact that he was still beat red. What they didn't know is that he was actually blushing.
In all honesty, having Yami pinning him down on the floor did wierd things to him. He quickly recoiled at his thoughts. It wasn't like it was even Yami's body on top of him...it was his own body...which was just plain odd.
Yugi folded his arms on his desk and groaned. 'Stupid Yami and his stupid body. Bastard.'
"So, who can solve this for me?"
The teacher's voice caught his attention and Yugi glanced up to read a problem that was written on the white board.
‘Sec = (1/cos)(tanxcot) ‘
'That's easy,' Yugi thought to himself.
“Anybody?” The teacher asked, searching his sea of students for a willing participant. Yugi felt a movement come from beside him and the teacher immediately let out a small sigh.
“Anybody besides Mr. Kaiba?” He asked.
Hesitantly, Yugi raised his hand, much to the teacher’s, and the entire classroom’s, surprise. “Mr. Atemu?” The teacher questioned unsurely.
Yugi gulped down the lump in his throat that was cutting off his air passages before replying nervously: “Well, tangent equals sine/cosine while cotangent equals cosine/sine, thus those two immediately cancel each other out. As for secant, its inverse is 1/cosine and if you simplify that then the problem comes out to sec=sec.”
The entire room grew silent. In fact, the only thing Yugi could hear was a few gasps. It was very unnerving, to say the least.
“That’s…correct,” the teacher uttered in amazement.
Suddenly, the room did a 360 and everyone began to whisper fervently.
"Alright, seriously, who are you?" Kaiba asked from beside him.
"Settle down. Settle down, class," the teacher instructed. "I know you are all very...surprised but please lets--"
The sharp ring of the bell interrupted him and Yugi almost shrieked when a flood of students surrounded him.
"We didn't know you were so smart, Yami!" A brunette giggled.
"Yeah, smart and gorgeous! Wow!" Someone else praised.
As indiscreetly as possible, Yugi began to back up slowly and make his way to the classroom door. When he saw his opportunity, he made a run for it. Unfortunately some students decided to chase him. Frantically looking around for a place to hide, Yugi found an empty classroom and jumped inside just in time to see about a dozen students round the corner. It didn't take long for them to disappear around another corner and Yugi immediately retreated back to the main hallway, out of breath and flushed.
The rest of the day flew by without a problem. Luckily, he was only chased by one more mob. He really didn't know how Yami did it. It wasn't easy being the center of attention all the time. Even though he was sure Yami liked it. When the last bell for the day rung, Yugi instantly jumped to his feet and rushed out of the classroom. However, when Yugi found his way to his locker, he was suddenly thrown against the wall. It wasn't hard. Just enough to spin him around so that his back was now against the wall.
"What the hell did you do!?" Yami questioned.
Yugi blinked. "What do you mean? I didn't do anything."
"Oh really?" Yami said crossing his arms. "Then how come people are running around saying how smart I was today?"
Yugi shook his head in confusion. "What does that have to do with anything?"
Yami rolled his eyes. "Do you think in that small little brain of yours that I want people to label me as a loser who goes home and studies all night?"
Yugi gasped at this. He knew Yami was shallow but this...This was--
“You’re unbelievable!” Yugi yelled, mimicking Yami's actions and crossing his arms over his chest as well. He glared so intensely that he was sure his eyes were more like slits now.
"We're leaving! Now!" Yami said, stalking out of the school doors with Yugi hot on his trail. The former walked up to a silver Mercedes but was stopped by Yugi's protests.
"I'm not going anywhere with you," Yugi mumbled stubbornly.
Yami pivoted on his heel and fired a heated glare at the other. “Just get in the damn car, Yugi!” He ordered angrily while ripping open the passenger door to his car and pointing towards the seat.
“Why should I?” Yugi challenged confidently.
Yami clenched his fists at his sides to keep from punching his car window. Damnit, why was Yugi so goddamn infuriating!?
A thought crossed his mind making a smirk creep onto his face. “Because if you don’t then I’ll just take a ride over to the tattoo parlor on my way home,” Yami threatened, accepting the other's challenge.
Yugi gasped. “You wouldn’t?!” He responded, standing his ground.
“You don’t think so?!?!” Yami raged infuriated. “I’ll get a heart right here saying ‘I LOVE Yami!’ Shit, I’ll get a damn four-leaf clover tattooed onto your forehead if you don’t get in this fucking car!”
Yugi immediately stepped down and, biting his lip to keep from saying anything else, he stomped up to the car and hopped in only to have Yami slam the door shut after him. Yami quickly walked to the other side of the car and jumped into the driver's seat before turning on the car and pulling out of the parking lot. Ten minutes passed and neither of them had said a word even though there was something lingering on both of their minds. It wasn't until about fifteen minutes into the drive when Yami decided to end their foolish game.
“You have to go to my house for tonight,” Yami said calmly suddenly making Yugi jump a little in surprise.
“What? Why?” Yugi practically whined.
“Because my parents are home,” Yami answered without taking his eyes off the road. “But it’s only for a few days, I think. Then they’re off again.”
Yugi immediately sunk into his chair and pouted. To anyone else, they would have fainted at the sight of such a cute expression. However, Yami would have much rather liked to see that pout on Yugi’s face instead of his own. Yami quickly shook his head when he realized what exactly it was he was thinking and, to keep from letting his mind wander over that topic again, he asked casually: “Is there anyone at your house?”
“No,” came Yugi’s harsh reply.
Yami frowned in confusion. “Where are your parents–“
“They’re dead,” Yugi responded stiffly. "They died when I was ten."
“Oh…” Yami said quietly in utter surprise. He tried to ignore the sharp pain in his chest at this confession. There was something that bothered him knowing that Yugi had gone through something so painful all alone. Part of him, the part that he never paid attention to, wished that he would have been there at that point in Yugi's life. “Who do you live with then?” Yami said trying to change the topic.
“My grandfather but he’s off on another dig in Egypt,” Yugi replied briskly while exchanging house keys with the other. Neither of them seemed to mind that only minutes ago they were ready to kill each other and now they were having a calm conversation.
No one said anything after that and, soon enough, Yami pulled up in front of his extremely large house which didn't surprise Yugi that much. Everyone knew about Yami's father and the kind of money he made. Yami turned off the car and leaned back against his seat. Yugi, on the other hand, just kept staring out the window at nothing in particular. Instead they just let the silence fill up the space between them that consisted of unspoken thoughts and latent feelings. They were confused. And scared. But neither would admit it. Not even to themselves.
“Listen to me, Yugi," Yami said abruptly. "Don’t do anything that would cause my parents to think that something’s up with me. All they need is an excuse to send me away."
When Yugi raised an eyebrow, Yami continued. “I don’t have the time or the attention span to explain but just follow these rules. First, don’t initiate conversation. Don’t ask why, just don’t do it. Second, don’t let them talk you into doing anything with them, especially going out to business dinners. And most importantly, whatever you do, please don’t be your usual clumsy self. The last thing I need is my parents thinking that I started doing drugs just because you can’t help but run into walls and trip over air.”
Yugi cheeks immediately flushed with embarrassment and anger. “I am not a klutz, Yami! I think I can handle myself for one night, thank you very much!” Yugi yelled before stepping out of the car and slamming the door shut. In two long strides, Yugi had gotten to the bottom of the stairs and the other watched intently to make sure that everything went smoothly. Yami instantly slapped a hand over his eyes when Yugi tripped up the stairs.
“Oh, God. We’re doomed,” Yami groaned, sinking further and further into the driver seat.
After Yugi had wiped his hands off on his jeans, he shot Yami one last look before walking inside the house. Yami listened carefully for any sound of a disturbance coming from his house. A scream, the sound of priceless vases breaking, anything that would signal that Yugi was a complete screw up. However, after a few minutes off uninterrupted silence, Yami turned the car back on and slowly drove away.
He had gotten to Yugi’s house soon enough and was slightly surprised when he realized that the other’s house was behind a game shop. Using the key that the Yugi had given him, he opened the door and let his eyes scan the room before stepping in completely. The room, which was apparently a living room, was quiet and small but nice nonetheless. Yami explored several of the other rooms before finding what he was sure was Yugi’s room.
The walls were an off-white color while the bed was made neatly with purple satin blankets. The room was relatively clean except for a few board games that were thrown carelessly in a pile in the corner of the room. Leaving the room with the intent on returning, Yami made his way to the bathroom, which was about half the size smaller than his. His back muscles tense with stress and his mind throbbing with confusion, Yami turned on the shower and had begun to strip when he suddenly realized just what he was doing.
"Oh. Hell. No." Yami stated with no room left for argument.
Quickly, he scanned all the possible alternatives to replace stripping Yugi’s body of all it’s clothing since surely Yugi would freak tomorrow when he found out. Eventually, Yami just wound up doing the exact same thing that Yugi had done this morning, making sure that he didn’t wash Yugi’s body longer than necessary. After taking the quickest shower that he had ever taken in his life and throwing on some loose pajamas, he found himself some food in the kitchen and sat down on the couch as he watched a few shows. Yami had never sat down like this in his own house, or rather, he never felt so comfortable doing it. There was just something about Yugi’s house. It was so…cozy.
A few hours passed before Yami actually headed upstairs to bed. However, before he actually got a chance to lie down, he caught his reflection in the mirror that hung over Yugi’s nightstand. Giving in to temptation, Yami slid a small hand down his arm, or rather Yugi’s arm, and shivered at the feathery soft skin that brushed against the tip of his fingers. The feeling brought him back to earlier that day, when he had straddled Yugi to the floor in an attempt to stop the other from signing his death wish. The way they were panting, the flushed look on their faces, the–
Yami blinked. What was he saying? The only reason that they were even in that position was because the annoying little devil almost chopped half of his hair off today.
Yami exhaled a deep sigh before turning back to the mirror. He couldn’t help but notice the way the blond bangs hugged Yugi’s perfectly round face. Or the way the amethyst eyes shined with so much emotion and passion that they appeared tempting the way they taunted with blind innocence. And while Yugi was no where near muscular, he wasn’t sickly skinny either. In fact, the smaller’s body was very slender and appealing. All the way from the defined collarbone to the curve of his hips, Yugi was truly beautiful.
Once that thought crossed his mind, Yami immediately broke into a coughing hysteria. Where the hell did that come from? He must have been very tired because he was obviously not in his right mind. With a slight shake of his head, Yami turned to the purple-covered bed and slowly made himself comfortable. Once within the warmth of the blankets, Yami glanced at the clock which read 9:45 and then turned to stare at the ceiling.
“Yugi…” His mind repeated like a broken record and Yami quickly buried his head in his pillows. He stayed like that for what felt like forever. For some reason beyond his imagination, he couldn’t get to sleep. He didn’t know why…
Or maybe he did and that was the problem. Maybe…he had been too hard on Yugi. After all, Yugi did lose his parents. Yami never would have guessed in a million years that the bright, optimistic boy that always had a smile plastered on his face would have gone through something so difficult as to lose both parents. On a daily basis, Yugi was left to himself, with his parents dead and his grandfather out of the country. He must be...so lonely.
If Yami had known that…then maybe he wouldn’t have been so inconsiderate.
Letting a deep sigh escape his parted lips, Yami let his eyes glance over at the clock and nearly toppled out of bed at the time. 12:35! What the hell!? He had been up feeling guilty for almost three hours!
With a distressed groan, Yami turned over in the sheets for about the millionth time that night. “Brat.” Yami muttered under his breath before falling into a long, restless sleep.