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Chapter List
- 1-Trance
- 1
Disclaimer:
When I�m a rich and famous writer, people will come back to this and say,
�Why didn�t we think of this before?!� Until then, I don�t own it.

Notes:
Welcome to Trance, an AU I
thought up one day after listening to Matchbox
20�s Disease. This used to be on FF.net before I got shunned, and I
know there are a lot of people who still want to read it. So, I did a complete
re-edit, tried to fix all my errors from the first time around, and reposted
again. So, enjoy and review? We need reviews to live!

Special thanks to elsalhir
erestar, my beta and partner in crime for our
story, Keys of Equinox, and lediz, who is not only my biggest critic/kick-ass
friend, but she gave me the idea for my disclaimer, and reminds me on why the
hell I write to begin with. Without these two, I would have been screwed ages
ago.

Enjoy!

Inebriation

Feels like you made a mistake�
The city of Takara, as it name applied, was a
treasure among the thick tropical jungle and sapphire gem of an ocean bordering
the brightly lit skyscrapers and streets. It was a paradise from the normal
cities to the North, a haven for the rich, where people could come to just
relax and party. The entire city was marketed for that one essence, with its
memorizing colors and lights, drawing people to release themselves
in a primitive form of pleasure. The rich came for the popular beaches and
world famous cuisine, spending money leisurely and often. The city adapted to
this type of tourism, building that thought of playfulness as its central theme.
It created a false illusion of a world where nothing wrong ever happened,
emphasizing it with the lights and sounds, making a false reality for any who
entered.
And that was his job.
"What can I get you
lovely ladies tonight?" The said women giggled and blushed, patting their
hair for the handsome stranger.
He was a stunning beauty,
with his long nicely tanned limbs and well-muscled chest; his long maroon ebony
hair gliding easily away from his long blond bangs. With piercing crimson eyes,
and sexy smirk; he was in essence born of the theme of the city. It was his job
to help create this reality, help create the illusion. Dressed to kill in his
sleeveless black shirt decorated with a chain that supported a flashy gold
pyramid shaped item, long baggy jeans and green apron around his waist; the
young man twirled a bottle of imported vodka expertly in the air, his smirk
highlighting his face, and promptly poured three small cups for the three
ladies in front of him. They applauded happily, giggling at the emotions the
young man had given them. The sounds of dancing and drunkenness could be heard
from his position, the music set high to banish any thought, thumping into
one's very soul. It was dark to allow people to hide themselves, but random
flashes of color decorated the walls, revealing people lost in the dance of
lust and passion. The bar itself was lit up, showing people the choices of
their intoxication. And the fine specimen that was willing to serve them. With
another causal smirk, he accepted the ladies money and promptly went to the
next customer.
This one was different,
and the young bartender instantly noticed. It was his job to discover the
locals and pick them out of the rich -- treat them slightly differently. They
were part of the system after all and they weren't meant to be treated the
same. But - with his crimson eyes widening at the thought - this one was
definitely strange, and didn't look like he belonged in the bar.
This one, with his pale
alabaster skin and glittering amethyst violet eyes, sat hunched over his bar
stool, watching the crowd dance. He had hair very similar to the bartender�s,
with his long golden bangs highlighting his face and lifting up to ebony and
maroon spikes, caressing against his slender neck and frame. He was adorned
with a sleeveless navy blue shirt that hugged his frame and revealed each curve
and twist, baggy blue jeans over his black boots. The young bartender frowned
thoughtfully - he could easily tell the similarities between him and the new
customer, but just as easily tell the differences. Replacing the frown with his
infamous smirk, he sauntered over to the new one.
"What can I get ya�, Slick?"
The 'Slick' blinked at
being addressed, his violet eyes turning to face the other's crimson ones. They
were raised in annoyance and smugness, and the bartender was quite taken aback.
The 'Slick' had devilish lips that were long and supple, with a cute pert up
nose and slim cheeks. Everything about him radiated a calm, relaxed
appearance and an interest to explore. The bartender blinked in surprise - he
had been correct when he assumed this one wasn't a tourist. Hell he wasn't even
a local. This one was somewhere in between. And goddamn he was beautiful!
This thought surprised the bartender too - he was always complemented for his
good looks and handsomeness, and he had never ever really found beauty in
another. Then again, he had never really looked�he shook his head violently at
all his emotions.
'Slick' let his eyes
drift lazily over the bartender's nametag, and smiled. Raising his amethyst
eyes to absorb the crimson ones, he spoke, his voice smooth and calm,
"I'll take a Diet Coke, Yami."
Yami was taken aback by the sarcasm in
the comment, and was slightly flustered. It wasn't very often he was put in his
place - usually he was treated more like a person than a tool for the system.
It was a reward for his looks and attitude. He wasn't the cookie cutter example
like his fellow workers�he had meaning! But this causal young man with his
beautiful lips and glittering eyes had taken that away with one simple
sentence.
The new stranger
intrigued Yami.
Intrigued
enough that he made no comment while he pulled out a can of soda for his new
attraction.
The young man before him took it quietly, the hiss of air barely heard over the
music as he opened it. Taking a long swing from the drink, and allowing Yami to glance at his long creamy white neck, the stranger
downed the liquid quickly and effectively.
Smiling and raising
himself from the stool, the mysterious stranger slapped a dollar on the bar
table. "Thanks for the drink Yami."
The man turned with a quick flick, and headed for the nearest exit,
disappearing into the darkness. Yami watched him go,
letting his crimson eyes travel down the other's long and slim back and legs.
He breathed quietly, trying to calm his raging emotions and responses to the
said man, fighting the urge to claim him for his own. His stranger walked up to
a taller male with long blond hair and honey colored eyes in the middle of
dance. The blond nodded at his stranger and they left the bar.
Yami blinked thoughtfully, and slowly
looked down at the dollar the other had left him. He reached up to touch the
glittering golden pyramid item at his neck and frowned. Fingering the dollar,
he took one last look at the direction his stranger went, and stuffed it in his
apron.
With another song
thumping into the souls of the people around him, the young bartender went to
the next customer, a smirk replacing his frown.
Intrigued
indeed.
~*~
The sky was a radiant
blue, small puffy clouds billowing around, and the sun shone on the earth,
giving off its warmth. The green grass flowed around in the breeze, rustling
the trees that lifted their branches upward. The wind traveled across to the
massive old brick building, decorated in the style of a Roman cathedral,
reddish in color, with copper blue roofing. The building opened up to a massive
courtyard, with tan pathways and oak trees dotting inside. The courtyard led to
many other building, designed very similarly to the church style, massive
windows decorating its surface. Many people walked around in the courtyard,
some sitting on benches and tables, others standing under the shade of the oak
trees.
Takara City, well known for the clubs and
food, was also famous for something else. The St. Catherine's College was one
of the best biotech schools in the world, renown for
the discovery of DNA cloning. People flocked for the chance to be part of the
roll, and very rarely did one get that wonderful opportunity. It was a much-celebrated
event for the students and parents, who could easily claim they went to one of
the best schools in the world.
Even as the people walked
around, nothing seemed to bother the young man who had taken refuge under one
of the biggest trees, holding a guitar in his hands, staring intently at the
book in front of him. He was chewing a pencil in his mouth thoughtfully, his
brilliantly colored amethyst eyes glimmering under the reflecting sun. At first
glance, the man was handsome enough; he had tri-colored hair that spiked in
different directions on his head, a blend of purple and black, with blond bangs
that circled his face. He was very thin, and not to tall, had pale skin that
was a creamy white color, blending into his brown t-shirt and baggy blue jeans.
Around his ears was a pair of headphones, the wire traveling down to his pants
pocket, where his C.D. player was safely hidden. The music throbbed gently into
his ears, and in response, his hands, decorated with three silver rings, gently strummed the guitar. The guitar itself was old, black
in color, with silver strings that tweaked when the young man stroked them.
With a light shift of his body, the man leaned forward, pulling the pencil out
of his mouth to write something down on his book in front of him. Sighing,
content, the man placed the pencil down on the ground, smiling. A shadow
covered his book, and the young man looked up curiously into honey-colored
eyes.
"Yuugi!!! Yuugi!!! Yuuuuuuuuuuuu-gggggggggggggiiiiiii!!!"
The honey-eyed man above the violet-eyed one smiled, his blond hair falling
into his face. Using one hand to push it out of the way, the blond let out a
grin. Dressed in an orange sweater with green cargo pants, the other man was
tall, lanky and thin. His grin lit up his face, revealing massive dimples,
creating a sparkle in his eyes. The other man blinked at the strange noise, and
he pulled off his headphones, letting them slide down to his neck.
"Hey Jounouchi," murmured the young man, his voice soft,
"How was class?"
Jounouchi sighed hard, his hair falling
into face as he sat facing the other man. "I don no if I cen finish dat class Yuugi�" He looked up, sticking out his lip. "I
don dink I was meant to be a vet�" His English was sparse and loose,
hinted with the accent of his hometown.
Yuugi smiled lightly, trying to cheer
his friend up, "Aw, come on Jounouchi�it's just
the first week. I'm sure with a little studying you'll be just fine. After all,
this is your dream - expect some speed bumps." He looked sadly down at his
music. "I know for a fact I'm hitting some right now."
Curious, Jounouchi looked at his friend. "Whaadya
mean Yuug?"
Yuugi sighed, "My counselor says I
have a lot of work to do before I can get my degree. He says I should take some
classes on bio-chemistry." There was a small shudder and Jounouchi laughed. Yuugi smiled
at his friend, "I would do that�except I already have. Kind of defeats the purpose.� He shook his head, using one
had to gesture at the pieces of paper in front of his lap, �I�ve been doing
some more work on my music since I have all this free time though.�
Jounouchi picked up the sheet music,
looking it over. He hummed it to himself, raising an eyebrow as the music
progressed into a hard anthem that flowed for three pages. Looking up, he
grinned. "Damn Yuug�You wrote an entire song!
What's it called?"
Yuugi blinked thoughtfully. "I
don't know. I haven't thought of a name yet or any lyrics.� He picked up his
pencil, and began to chew on it, indicating he was lost in his thoughts again.
One hand strummed at his guitar.
The blond smiled at his
friend, shaking his head. He pulled out a couple books from the bag he was
carrying - one book labeled biology, and began flipping through it. Looking up
at his friend, he smiled. "Hey! How �bout hitting da
clubs with me again tonight? Honda and Anzu want to
go, since they�re goin� back to Japan in a couple days � it�ll be our
last time we hang out till next summer. We can go to that club we went to last
week, ne?"
Yuugi raised an eyebrow,
"Shouldn't you study for your 'oh-so hard' classes, instead of clubbing?"
He leaned back, letting his arms support him. "It would seem like the more
logical idea�"
Jounouchi shrugged. "Hey - its da first week like ya� said. And
it's a Friday too. This is college, man! Let's party!" Yuugi
could hear the pleading in his voice, and he shook his head.
Thinking it over, Yuugi lost himself to his thoughts. He really didn't want
to study anyway�and he did like that bar. Yuugi
smiled to himself, straightening up so he could let one hand trail down his
guitar. The memory of the bartender was still fresh on his mind�he had liked
the surprised look he had received when he had stuck Yami in his place. It had been quite gratifying too.
Call me 'Slick' will he?
Yuugi frowned now. It had been a week
since that incident - but he still thought about it. He wasn't sure why he had
taken offense to being called 'Slick' - at least it wasn't half as bad as some
of the nicknames he had received in high school. He guessed it was because of
the way the bartender had said it. So�causal�Yuugi
frowned, looking at his music.
"Earth to Yuug?" called Jounouchi,
bonking his fist into Yuugi's head. "Yuuuu-ggggiii!!!" The
said man snapped out of his thoughts and smacked Jounouchi's
hand away. The blond grinned and laughed. "So do ya�
wanna come? It'd be fun!" he said coaxingly, and
Yuugi found his resistance wearing thin.
He nodded, and Jounouchi whooped, "Alright Yuug!
I'll pick ya� up at eight, k?"
Yuugi nodded and smiled at his friend's
antics. He wanted to see the bartender again -- maybe tease him about his apron
this time -- it'd be a lot of fun�
Smirking, he turned back
to his song, Jounouchi turning back to his book.
~*~
"I'm home!"
Yuugi opened the door to his apartment,
and walked inside, yawning. He pulled off his guitar, leaning it against the
wall. There was a soft purr near his legs; looking down, Yuugi
smiled at his gray cat that encircled his legs. He leaned down to pet the
feline, its yellow eyes closing in happiness. "Hey Rei!"
the cat purred, "How was your day?"
He picked up the feline,
and walked to his room, throwing his school bag on his bed. The cat curled into
his arms, purring some more. Yuugi grabbed his towel,
placing Rei on his bed, the lithe creature stretching
and cuddling into the sheets. Yuugi headed out his
room again, in the direction of the bathroom.
He lived alone in his own
one room apartment; the rent was cheap, and it was in the bad part of town. But
it was home - a home he had taken a liking too. It represented his freedom, his
first step out in the world. He was paying for his cheap car too, a small
little thing that puttered when it was started. He worked diligently on it,
trying to make it run a little better. And it did - if one ignored when the
engine blew up that one day�
His living room/kitchen
was decorated with two guitars, one acoustic and the other an electric, a dinky
couch no bigger than his bed, and a small television. He did have a nice porch
that he gave him a nice view of the nearby ocean. The curtains around the
sliding glass door were a blue color, slightly scratched up. His kitchen was
filled with a toaster oven, small fridge, and a round table, which was
loaded with schoolwork. The floor had a litter box and a bowl filled with cat
food atop its surface, complete with a cat bed that was seldom � if ever �
used. Yuugi walked down the living room from the
bathroom, his wet hair draped around his shoulders, one towel wrapped around
his waist. Walking into his room, Yuugi pulled out
some clothes from his dresser, and he placed a gray shirt and pants on.
Wrapping his towel around his shoulders so his hair could drip water onto it,
he flopped on his bed, disrupting the snoozing feline.
The bed creaked under his
weight, causing his school bag to fall onto the floor with a crash. Placing his
headphones on his ears and turning on his music, he glanced around his room.
His desk, loaded to the brim with homework and music, was messy and untidy. His
dresser, clothes hanging out of his drawers and socks piling on the floor
before it, was crammed with figures of miniature guitars. Walls were covered
with posters of movies he liked, and pictures of his friends.
Damn�my room is a
dump. Maybe I should clean it. A different song came on, and Yuugi
closed his eyes to listen. Nah�maybe tomorrow�One hand tapped on his
knee to the beat of the music, and he sang the song to himself. A smile lit his
face, and he sighed, content. Rei hopped onto him,
cuddling into his lap.
Someone rang the
doorbell.
Rei perked up, and Yuugi opened his eyes, barely hearing the noise. Standing
up from the bed and leaving the cat, he walked to the door, pulling his
headphones off his ears. Glancing at his clock, he mentally smacked himself in
annoyance - he was supposed to go out with Jounouchi
tonight! Racing out of his bedroom and to the door, he opened it quickly.
Predictably, it was the
said blond, dressed in an oversized black jacket over his baggy tan cargo
pants. He grinned at Yuugi, who smiled back in
greeting. "Hey Jounouchi�come on in!" Yuugi slightly turned his head, noticing the two others who
were behind his friend.
Yuugi grinned, "Hey, Anzu. Hello, Honda. Come on in too!"
"Hi Yuugi!" said Anzu
cheerfully. She was a pretty thin brunette, with flashy blue eyes, adorned with
a red sleeveless shirt that emphasized her bosom and a yellow mini-skirt that
traveled suggestively up her long legs. She was a dancer, evident in the way
she gracefully walked up to her shorter friend. Giving him a hug, she smirked
in his ear. "Looking good as always, Yuugi."
"You too,
doll." He returned the hug, and smiled back. �You�re always looking drop
dead gorgeous every time I see you.�
Anzu giggled as she pulled away,
taking time to run her hand through Yuugi's wet hair.
It was a seductive gesture, but Yuugi paid no heed.
The movement implied nothing; it was more of a symbol of their friendship. The
two had been friends since they had met in high school, and had been through so
many ups and downs, creating a friendship that was strong as any. But, no
matter how seductive the gesture was, Yuugi and Anzu knew they would never ever get together. It was her
way of showing affection, using touch and soft inviting tones. And Yuugi accepted it.
Anzu was a dancer, yes�but her
job title did not say that. Anzu was a stripper. And
a damn good one too�who knew how often she had danced for her friends, allowing
Jounouchi and Honda to drool at her while Yuugi absently played his guitar. She worked for a club,
earning good money to support herself and her young child. It was a life she
loved�and it was doing something she loved. None of her friends judged her for
that; it was just the way she was. They adored her and her child, and supported
her when no one else would. She liked that feeling�something that didn't come
from the sensual contact of touch, and kept it buried in her, rarely letting
anyone notice it. Except Yuugi, who was often the one
who gave her that feeling. And that was why they were
good friends.
Honda and Yuugi nodded to each other, probably their only form of
friendship for the rest of the night. Honda was very tall, lanky like his
friend Jounouchi, with brown hair that slicked up in
the oddest of ways. Yuugi and him
weren't the best of friends, more of acquaintances through Jounouchi.
Probably the strongest of the group, Honda had a tough hide where he kept
himself in, and left it there. With a small smile, he slid his hands into the
long brown trench coat which trailed over the black leather suit he had
adorned.
Jounouchi rubbed Yuugi's
hair affectionately. "Hey Yuug!
Why aren't ya� ready? We wanna
get to da club tanite ya know!" Yuugi smiled at
his other friend and nodded, "Sorry Jounouchi�I
had to stay late at school and talk to my counselor again." He turned to
his other friends. "Let me get ready�I'll be out in ten minutes."
"Ten minutes? What Yuug? Are ya�
a girl?" asked Honda, laughing, earning him a good smack from Anzu. Yuugi shook his head, and
headed toward his room.
True to his word, Yuugi appeared ten minutes later, dressed in a blue jean
jacket over a maroon shirt and baggy blue cargo pants, his long hair now
dry and in its usual form of randomness. His long blond bangs encircled his
face, emphasizing the violet orbs that glittered from him. He casually walked
over to Anzu, curling an arm around hers. She
giggled, and leaned down to whisper in his ear again. "Very sexy once
again Yuugi�"
He smirked, turning to
his other friends, who both gave him thumbs-up for his appearance. "Let's
go!" yelled Jounouchi, who dashed quickly for
the door. "I call shotgun!"
Honda let out a yell.
"I called shotgun! No way are you getting it!" He ran after Jounouchi, clambering down the hall. Yuugi
sighed and Anzu shook her head in annoyance.
"Kids�" she muttered under her breath, and Yuugi
smiled.
It's going to be a fun
night�he thought
to himself, following the trail of the two boys, his best friend tagging along
close to him. A really fun night�
~*~
The bar was packed with
sweaty bodies and a hint of lust was in the air again, the music pounding in
the souls as the massive group of people swayed in time with the beats.
Brightly colored lights swirled around them, trailing lightly over their
features, before turning quickly to decorate the walls. The floor thumped again
as the music changed, and the people slowed down, waiting for the new beat.
It was unusually slow for
Yami, who was currently cleaning and stocking the
bar. He was quiet, his crimson eyes half lidded to watch for potential
customers, wiping down the glass and mirrors around him. They reflected his
features back at him, tempting people to come over and address the said man.
Moving to add some more peanuts to the bowl, his crimson eyes trailed up to
study the room around him.
And was instantly glad he
did.
His stranger was back,
his long hair like a beacon in the crowd of sweaty bodies. He held a girl at her
waist, and was dancing to the beat of the music, swaying gracefully. Moving
like he owned the world, he twirled the girl around, her brown hair spinning
around her face, while she matched him move for move. She slid up and around
him, running her hands seductively up his body, and he responded by snaking a
long slim leg between hers. Yami watched them with
interest�or just plain watching his stranger anyway. He took no notice of a
couple of men who waved for his attention, letting his eyes drift over the body
of his stranger.
He had nice long limbs,
hidden under his baggy clothes, with small pale creamy white hands that were
decorated with three silver rings; he was thin all around, but was sleek and lithe
all the way down. Yami let his eyes travel upward,
absorbing the face before him, starting to sweat from dancing. The young man's
body moved seductively against the girl's, causing other people to stop and
watch them. The people circled the two, and the dancers smirked from the
audience. It meant a challenge was starting. On cue, other couples started
dancing in the circle. Yami paused from washing a
couple leftover glasses, and watched them. His stranger had beautiful eyes - in
fact everything about him was beautiful�
Yami shook his head again, trying to
ignore his body's reactions. When did
he get off on watching somebody he didn�t even know? Even if they were
remarkably handsome and then some�
"Hello??? Wha does it take to ged
service 'round heres???"
Yami turned his eyes to his side,
noticing the two men sitting at the barstools, waving impatiently at him. Yami recognized the blond; it was his stranger's friend.
The other man with his funny spiked brown hair and brown eyes tapped a finger
on the bar impatiently. With his usual smirk, the crimson eyed one sauntered
over, acting like nothing had happened. These people were locals�so on cue�
"What can I get
you?"
Jounouchi grinned and thought it over.
"I'd like a Bloody Mary." Yami nodded and
began getting his ingredients. "Baka here,"
Honda scowled and smacked Jounouchi's head, "Ow! Anyway, he wants a margarita, Anzu wants a beer�and Yuug�he
wants a Diet Coke." Yami finished the first
drink, and perked up at the mention of the last one. Yuug? Was that his
stranger's name?
Almost along with the
thought, Yuugi and Anzu
walked over, laughing. Both were sweating from fatigue, but with the massive
grins on their faces, it was hard to tell. Anzu
smiled. "Did you see that man and his girlfriend? She tripped over her own
feet trying to flip around him. That was great!" Anzu
giggled, and Yuugi grinned. "I hate it when
people to try to pass us up. When will they learn?"
Yuugi grinned and sat at the barstool,
sitting next to Jounouchi. "I don't think people
will ever learn�" He turned his eyes to address Jounouchi,
as Anzu took a seat next to him, eyes settling on Yami.
For a moment the two
stared at each other, and Yami felt his smirk failing
him as he gazed into the other's eyes. Yuugi frowned,
not noticing the soda that was plopped in front of him, or the fact that Jounouchi was talking. The bartender kept up the stare,
making the last drink for the small group, bits of alcohol falling to the
counter. Honda snarled, and yelled at Yami,
"Hey! Watch what you're doing!"
Yami turned toward Honda and frowned.
Looking down at the dripping drink, he raised an eyebrow in confusion. Well -
that was never good - he reached up and cleaned the mess with a towel, and
handed the drink to Honda. The brown-haired man took it with a huff, and Yami frowned again. Jounouchi slammed
some money down; Yami took it and walked down further
to a couple of other people.
Anzu frowned, and turned to Yuugi. "Did you see how that guy was looking at you, Yuugi? He was practically staring!"
Jounouchi frowned, "He was staring Anzu. How rude is that? It's not like we were staring at
him, right, Yuug?" Jounouchi
looked down at his younger friend, who was still staring at Yami.
Frowning, Anzu and Jounouchi
exchanged a glance, and he waved a hand in front of Yuugi's
face. Blinking, the violet-eyed man turned his head slightly to look at the
blond, finding everyone staring at him.
"What?" he
asked innocently, finding a drink before him. He
picked it up and took a sip.
Jounouchi, Honda and Anzu
all shared a glance, and then turned back to their drinks. Yuugi
frowned and lifted up his shoulders in confusion. "What?"
The others said nothing.
The four friends got into
a conversation about life and school and drank their drinks, giving time for Yami to study his stranger. So his stranger was named Yuugi. He set a couple bottles of vodka on the bar, pouring
them into a cup and handing them to a lady. He was given a nice tip from
her�she was a rich one. The locals never tipped�
Yuugi's friends went back to the dance
floor, and he quietly drank his soda, watching everything. He let his elbows
rest on the bar table, holding out his soda. Violet eyes flashed to each color
and light, capturing his attention. Yami noticed
this, and hesitantly walked over. He wondered if he could get 'Slick' to talk�
"Hey�" Yami paused. What was he supposed to call Yuugi? Wouldn't be a little disturbing if he called him by
his real name? And Yami was more interested in
getting the kid's attention than that�frowning, he
decided 'Slick' was going have to work. "Hey Slick. Want anything
else?"
Yuugi turned his eyes to Yami, raising it in irritation. 'Slick' again, huh?
Yami didn't get the hint the first time? Yuugi turned to face the bartender, the chair spinning
slightly as he did so. With a flashy smirk, he shook his head. "Nope�Yami�I'm just fine."
And once again, Yami was put in his place.
Yami groaned to himself, and thought
of what he could say next. At least the kid was talking to him - even if he had
gotten burned - again. "Don't
like alcohol? Got something against it?" Well�it was a question, and Yami was curious to hear the answer. People didn't
just come to clubs to dance after all. They came to drink too.
Yuugi took another sip of his drink.
"I have nothing against alcohol. I just don't drink."
Yami blinked, totally surprised.
Yuugi frowned at the look before
turning away. Why am I talking to this guy again? This bartender was
really starting to annoy him. Even though he wasn't sure why he was staring at
the other - but Yuugi could easily admit the truth to
himself. The bartender was handsome enough, probably
the reason he was working in this profession. His hair was fascinating, so much
like his own, and his eyes�they were like looking into pools of blood. Deep pools that rippled with the music around them. And he
had some nice limbs that were well
toned and muscular. Not to mention, the man radiated the essence of lust. Pure
lust - that was probably why each girl winked and waved at him. Hey, who liked
an ugly bartender anyway? But why was he staring?
Yuugi wasn't one to go around looking
at other people and study their looks. He found it demeaning somewhat�strange
as the thought was. It wasn't his way though. He'd rather get to know the
person than just judge them by their looks. Yet, he couldn't help but stare at
the handsome bartender�
Shrugging it off, Yuugi took another drink of his soda, lightly tapping his
fingers to the beat of the music. It was a good song, thumping into the beat of
his soul. Yuugi found himself lost in the music,
relaxing in the stool, swaying with the beat. His eyes drifted shut, his body
hunching so that his arms rested on his knees, Yuugi
lightly tapping the bar counter with his index finger.
Yami watched him curiously, smiling at
the young man's antics. It wasn't the only reason he was smiling - the kid
didn't drink did he? That was almost� refreshing�and SO intriguing! He had to
learn more about this stranger�NOW!
Finally giving up, Yami walked over and held out his hand. "Name's
Yami Hitmitsu."
Yuugi opened his brilliantly colored
orbs and looked thoughtfully down at the hand. The gesture was strange and Yuugi raised an eyebrow at the other. Yami
smiled, coaxing him to take the hand. Yuugi lazily
let his eyes drift over to the limb again, before slowly reaching up to place
his own in the others.
"My name is Yuugi Mutou."
The two shook, Yami grinning at the sensation. The hand was warm and soft,
the coldness steel of his rings contrasting highly against the natural heat. Yami liked how the hand felt�and he squeezed it gently. Yuugi raised an eyebrow, but didn't pull away.
Somewhat reluctantly, Yami released the hand, and smiled at the other. "Nice
to meet you�Slick."
Yuugi frowned and shook his head.
"You too Yami�"
To be
continued�
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