Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Voglia Di Dance All Night ❯ Unwelcomed By Welcoming Arms ( Chapter 10 )

Voglia Di Dance All Night

Chapter Ten: Unwelcome By Welcoming Arms

OOOO

Yami waited patiently in terminal B15 of the Domino City Airport. The plane from Cairo had landed a few minutes ago, and Isis, the kids, and Mariku and Malik would be coming through the gates at any point. Yami was very excited to see everyone...well, he could do without seeing Isis's brothers, but he knew that she wanted them to be there for Christmas.

A grin spread across the Egyptian's face as he noticed a familiar black haired woman waving her arms to catch his attention. Walking over calmly, he embraced Isis, telling her truthfully that he had missed her and everyone else. Letting go, he then kneeled down to greet Sagira.

"Hey, Sagira. How have you been?"

The blonde haired little girl giggled, allowing her father to ruffle her hair. Then, lifting her arms up, she wrapped them around his neck. "Waiting to see you!" She bounced up and down excitedly, and then pointed to the large windows of the airport. "Look daddy! It's snowing outside! It's actually snowing!"

Yami chuckled and nodded, and then saw Malik and Mariku approach, Mosi being perched on the shoulders of the older of the two brothers. Malik grinned, coming forth and slapping the tri-haired man on the back. "Hey, hey, fern-head! How's it going?!"

The fashion designer glared at Malik and then turned to Mariku who wore nothing more than a pair of khaki pants and a black muscle T-shirt. Quirking an eyebrow, he smirked. "Mariku, you're going to need more clothing than that."

Mariku snorted. "I don't mind the cold. Plus, this time of year everyone is so bundled up they all look like snowballs...I'm simply giving deprived women something to look at!" He smirked as a young woman walked by staring at him. "See? Working like a charm."

"Wow Mariku, as you're brother I must admit that that's pretty desperate of you," Malik exclaimed, narrowly dodging the punch sent his way because of the comment.

"Come on," Yami said, taking Sagira's hand. "Baggage claim is this way."

The family followed behind him.

OOOO

Yugi was sitting with Rebecca on the couch. The blonde was curled up by his side and they were watching an old black-and-white Christmas movie together. The fire was cackling in the fireplace, efficiently doing its job of heating the room.

`Look, daddy! Teacher says, every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings!"

The doorbell suddenly rang. Yugi blinked tiredly and looked at the clock on the wall. Running his hands through Rebecca's hair, he leaned down and placed a kiss on her cheek. Then he told her that he needed to get up and answer the door. The blonde nodded; pausing the movie and sitting up straight.

Yugi stretched for a moment and then made his way over to the front door. Undoing the two locks, he opened it and greeted his cousin and the Ishtar family with a characteristic sunny smile. "Come in, come in! You all must be freezing!" he exclaimed, moving aside to allow clear passage for all the guests.

Once everyone was inside, Yami took it upon himself to properly introduce himself. By this time, Rebecca had come out to the foyer to see what all the commotion was. Rubbing his hands together, the crimson-eyed man began the introductions. "Yugi, this is Isis Ishtar, my house-mate and best friend," he gestured to the black-haired woman who bowed politely in greeting. "And these are our children, Sagira," he pointed to the small girl, "and Mosi," he motioned to the young boy.

Yugi smiled, shaking both the children's hands. Rebecca's lip curled slightly. Yami lastly introduced Mariku and Malik. Rebecca wasn't too thrilled with meeting them, either. She seemed disappointed with all of the Ishtars, really. Yami guessed it was because the Ishtars were important to him...and Rebecca just didn't seem to like anything having to do with him.

After everyone was acquainted with one another, Yugi decided it would be best to give everyone a little tour of his home.

"Lets bring the luggage with us, and you all can just drop it off in your rooms when you get there."

The Ishtars agreed, taking their bags and following the twenty-six-year-old male down the hallway. Yugi pointed out things, like the kitchen and the sitting room, and told his guests that they were welcome to use anything they liked and didn't need to ask permission to raid the fridge or anything like that.

Yami walked in the middle of Isis and Rebecca, carrying Sagira's pink suitcase in his left hand and following his cousin throughout the tour. Rebecca stared at the two Egyptian adults, and then to the two small children who were each holding on to one of the woman's hands. "So, Yami," she began conversationally, her upper lip twitching upward slightly, "Are you planning on ever getting married or did the kids just happen by accident?"

The fashion designer blushed fiercely. "Well no, we aren't really planning on getting married." This wasn't going well already. He tugged at the collar of his green shirt, feeling uncomfortable under the stern gaze of the blonde woman.

"Oh I see...not big on the whole commitment deal?"

Yami looked down to the floor, the top of his ears tinged pink with embarrassment. Isis glared at Rebecca. She hated when people had to be so rude. Yes, the children were an accident and she and Yami probably weren't ever going to get married even though they had them, but Sagira and Mosi meant more to her and Yami than anything.

They were still raising the kids together in a good environment. They were doing rather well, too. There was no need for anyone to be making snide comments about them, just because they had had an affair. She and Yami still did love each other, even though the Egyptian male felt it as a more friendship or brother-sister type of love, whereas Isis actually was in love with him.

Yugi cleared his throat, feeling the tension between his cousin, Isis, and Rebecca thickening. Laughing nervously, he took his girlfriend by the hand and led her out of the room. "Listen, Rebecca...I know you don't like Yami, but can you please stop making such rude comments about him? I mean, he is my first cousin and I love him dearly. It really hurts me when you say such things about him, because I know you're better than that."

Rebecca sighed. "He just seems like a reject to me, Yugi. Honestly I don't know why you're housing a grown man for all this time! And now you're letting practically his whole family stay here? He and that woman aren't even married!"

Yugi raised his hands up in the air. "This is my house, and if I want the Ishtars to stay here, then they'll stay here. God, Rebecca, I don't know why you're making this so difficult. Yami and the Ishtars are trying to get along with you, but you're just acting as though you're too good for them!"

"In a way, I am!"

"What?! How can you say that? They're just as respectable as you are."

The blonde woman laughed. "Okay, take your cousin for example. He's a complete moocher! He's not married, yet he's living with his girlfriend or whatever Isis is to him, and he is always out of town on his little fashion shows while she takes care of the children he has and the house they live in! And she even puts up with him while he's chasing some other girl and trying to make some other girl fall in love with him!"

Yugi turned pink with anger. "That is not true! Yami loves his children and Isis very much. He's not mooching off her and he's not mooching off me! I'm happy to let him stay with me." He sighed and ran a hand through his silky, tri-colored hair. "You know what? Maybe you should go home. If all you're going to do is talk crap about my cousins and his friends, then I don't really want you here."

Rebecca sputtered for a moment and then her emerald eyes hardened. "Fine," she hissed. Marching into the living room, she snatched her white trench coat off from the back of the couch she had been laying on earlier with Yugi. Not even looking back, she made her way over to the door and exited, not even pausing to say goodbye.

Back in the house, Yugi slapped his forehead. He felt absolutely terrible for telling his girlfriend to leave like that. He hated sounding rude, but she had been acting like such a spoiled brat. It made him sick, and he didn't particularly like how she was degrading his family. Nobody was perfect, so she shouldn't have been judging.

Feeling a hand on his shoulder, the young man jumped. His amethyst eyes softened when he saw Yami standing over him.

"Sorry, Yugi. This is my fault. Maybe I should have went back home for Christmas," Yami whispered, staring sadly at his cousin.

Yugi shook his head, brushing the apology aside. "Don't worry about it." Putting a smile on his face, he walked towards the stairs. "Isis, I hope you don't mind sharing a room with Yami. There's limited space. The guest room is going to Mariku and Malik and I'm letting Sagira and Mosi have my room. Yami already said it would be okay when I asked him earlier, so I was just wondering if it was all right with you too."

Isis blushed slightly. Yami was okay with the idea of them sleeping in the same bed?! Well then it was most certainly okay with her. "It's not a problem."

The twenty-six-year-old nodded. "Great. I'll show you the upstairs where the rooms are."

OOOO

That night, Yami sat in Yugi's room. Yugi himself was staying on the pullout bed downstairs, and his bed was occupied by his cousin's children who were all tucked in, excitedly waiting to be told a bedtime story. Being the time of year that it was, Yami had decided to recite Dr. Seuss', The Grinch. However, before he could even finish the book, the twins had fallen asleep.

Chuckling to himself, the Egyptian stood from the desk chair and placed the book on the bedside table. Removing his glasses, he folded them and placed them in his shirt pocket. Then he leaned down and pulled the covers over the young kids, just so they wouldn't get cold later in the night. Reaching down, he slowly brushed his hands through each of their hair.

"I'm glad you're here," he whispered, crimson eyes softening as he gazed on the faces of his sleeping children. It was funny, and he had never noticed before, that when they slept, they looked so innocent. So...peaceful. He wondered why he had never just sat down and watched them sleep before. He wondered how this could have been the first time he had ever read them a bedtime story.

Was he really that bad of a father...?

Shrugging his shoulders, Yami kissed Mosi's forehead, and then Sagira's. Turning from the bed, he closed the light and the door of the bedroom and walked down the hall into his room that he was sharing with Isis.

When he entered, she was already dressed in her nightwear. She wore a simple pink nightgown that came down almost to her ankles. Though she already had the comforter of his bed wrapped around her, he noticed that she was still shivering. So he paused, halfway through removing his shirt to change, and smiled.

"I'll go turn the heater on."

Isis smiled gratefully at him and her eyes watched him leave the room and re-enter a minute later. Then he proceeded to change into his pajamas, embarrassedly asking her to turn around while he switched to his PJ bottoms. The Egyptian woman laughed, turning her head away. "Nothing I haven't seen before," she said sarcastically.

Yami didn't answer. Throwing his dirty clothes into the hamper, he climbed over into the bed. "Scoot over," he demanded jokingly, pushing her slightly. They both laughed and, after a while, settled down comfortably in the bed. It was...weird. To be in the same bed as Isis like this. It wasn't awkward, like he had imagined it would be. It was just like...staying with his best friend. And there really wasn't anything wrong with that.

Isis rolled over onto her side, a smile forming on her lips as she faced Yami. A light blush sprinkled itself across her dark cheeks, and she suddenly felt shy. She wanted to get up, yet at the same time she wanted to bury her face in the other's neck and never let go of him. Settling for wrapping the covers further around the two of them, she looked up at him again. "Atemu..."

Yami didn't open his eyes. "Hmm..?" he answered, voice laced with tiredness.

"...I'm still cold."

This time the fashion designer blinked his scarlet orbs open. "There are no more blankets, Isis. Yugi's using them all downstairs for the pullout."

She didn't answer for a few minutes. And then, "oh, that's okay then."

Smiling gently, Yami inched forward slightly. Tentatively, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body closer to his. Isis's face heated up because of the action. To feel his arms around her...was something she thought she would never again get to experience. It was amazing, to be wrapped up in the strong, comforting embrace his warm arms offered. Closing her eyes she imagined that, just for a moment, they were a real married couple, and that this was how they spent every night together...wrapped up in each other's arms. Isis knew she could get used to that easily.

But...Yami would never want that with her.