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Let me be with you	By : PixieDust291 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1709 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Let me be with you
Chapter Three

By Pixiedust291

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                Yami stopped walking, and took a seat on a park bench. He had just come from his last class. Attending labs was sometimes very time-consuming, and his mind felt like if it took in one more scrap of information, it would explode. He groaned, and tilted his aching head back. His mind was still boggling from what had previously happened with the persocom. After the persocom had hugged him, Jonouchi, having great timing as usual, had opened the door and proceeded to then point and call out triumphantly,

“Ha! I knew it! Aw, he looks like he likes you pal.”

Yami had immediately kicked him out. The persocom, after he returned to the room, wrapped his arms around Yami’s neck and smiled. Yami had blushed, and lightly pushed the persocom away, saying, “Look, um… I don’t know who you are, or even where you came from. I just found you in the trash.” The boy’s eyes turned from warm and loving to terrified in an instant. The boy’s eyes brimmed with tears as if he were about to cry. Yami had freaked “Wow! Hey don’t worry, I won’t throw you in the trash.” The boy sniffed. Gazing at that face, Yami felt as if all his organs had turned to jelly. He stepped forward and cupped the boy’s face in his palms “I’m not going to get rid of you. That I can promise you.” The persocom had made no objection or sound. The youth had merely stared at him for the longest time, then nodded and walked out of the room. Yami had worried that he may have hurt the boy’s feelings. Upon peeking around the corner, he saw him making himself a makeshift bed on the couch. He felt bad, and decided that if there was time, within the week he would see if he could get an extra futon.

                Yami looked around the park, in an attempt to concentrate on something else other than his problems. The park was beautiful and large, with a playground, and a field for sports. It was mid-fall, and the trees were beginning to turn their vibrant autumn colors. Crimson, gold, orange, and brown all melted together into a calming rainbow that rustled gently in the breeze. Children played on the monkey bars and swings. Yami could hear the laughter of both young and old as some of the kids drew up enough courage to go down the tall slide. The air was so cool that the children’s breaths came out in white puffs of steam. Yami smiled to himself, and reluctantly went back to his thoughts. He really didn’t know what to do with the persocom. He thought all persocoms were supposed to immediately, once activated, be able to perform all functions at their owner’s command; and if the owner requested it, then and only then would they show affectionate behaviors. His persocom seemed to be unable to even speak, and it was following him around like some newborn puppy. It was adorable in every sense of the word, but still.

The memory of how the boy had looked crawling across the floor before he embraced him flashed in Yami’s mind. It had been so cute! He blushed and shook his head. Why did that keep happening? He had never been attracted to young boys before so why was he now? Well, it wasn’t so much boys as it was just a boy. Yami sank his face in his hands. How did his life become so complicated?

                Yami was startled from his wondering and self-pity when a rather loud chiming noise came from under the bench. He rose, and leaned down. There, underneath, was a red cell phone, buzzing and screeching up a storm. Was that ring tone… Pokemon’s Battle Cry? Yami grabbed the phone, and flipped it open.

                “Hello?”

                “Hey! Thank heavens! Don‘t know what I’d have done if I’d lost it! Um… Oh, anyway, thanks for picking it up. Will you meet me?” The voice on the other end was male, and sounded young.

“Um, sure. Where would you like to meet?”

                “Do you know the pub, The Celtic Guardian?”

                “Sure I do. I work there.”

                “Really? Well, that’s awesome. I’ll meet you there in about an hour. Hey, can I get a free drink?”

                “I don’t work at the bar itself. I’m a waiter.”

                “Oh well, worth a try.”

                With that, the man hung up. Yami stared at the blue screen on the cell phone in utter confusion. How the hell had the guy called him if what Yami was holding in his hand was the guy’s cell? Yami shook his head, and looked at his watch. He really didn’t start work for another two hours. Oh well. He’d make a good impression, and come in early.

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                “And what would you like as a side, miss?” Yami asked with a bright smile. After taking the girls order, he bowed and dashed to the back. He linked the electronic touchpad to the main computer like Mai had shown him, and within a moment, the screen beeped with a message saying ‘The order has been submitted.’ Yami beamed to himself. He was absolutely enjoying this job. While he worked Mai kept a regular eye on him from her position at the bar, just to see if he needed any help. His uniform, much to his appreciation, was just plain blue jeans and a black t-shirt. He also had an earpiece in his ear that allowed Mai to warn him when new people arrived, when food was ready, and when customers were ready to leave. Yami was a little concerned, though. The man from the call had still not shown up, or at least made himself known. Yami grabbed a rag, and was bussing tables when he heard a chuckle from behind him. He stopped and looked over his shoulder. A boy in about his preteens with long black hair smiled up at him.

                “Can I help you?” Yami asked. Children were allowed in the bar but only with parent supervision.

The boy was dressed in jeans, and a tight-fitting yellow parka. “Yes, would you happen to have my cell phone?”

                Yami was surprised, but he grinned. “Y-yes, I do.” He fumbled in his pockets then offered the red machine.

                “Wow! This must be my lucky day!” the kid cheered. “Now my brother won’t have to scold me again.”

                Yami blinked “P-pardon me?”

                The boy gestured to one of the tables. “Take a seat.”

                Yami took a step back. “I’m sorry, but I’m not on break, and—”

                “Mai, I’m taking your worker for a minute!” the boy called to the bar, waving a hand in the air to get Mai’s attention.

                Mai just turned and raised an eyebrow at him. “Fine, Moki, but not to long.”

                Yami was shocked that his boss had seemed so unphased. Without a leg to stand on, Yami walked over to the table and took a seat. So this boy knew Mai and his name was Moki. Of that much Yami understood. “You’re name is Moki.”

                The boy frowned at him “No, Mokuba. Only Mai gets to call me Moki.” He grinned. “Thanks for my phone, by the way. Would you like something to eat? Mai! Menu please! You really saved me. I need this for my job.”

                “Your job at a cosplay café?” Yami asked, eyeing the boy’s wardrobe once more. It was so garish and bright that it seemed to Yami that was the only occupation that made sense.

                Mokuba burst out laughing. “Oh no, I’m just a boy, as you can see,” he said, waving his hand. He then reclined in his seat, and grinned when he saw Mai approach with one menu. “Thanks. By the way, how is Jaden?”

                Mai’s expression wasn’t exactly cold, but it wasn’t warm and loving either. “He’s fine. He’s out with his friends today.”

                Mokuba seemed to pout “I was hoping to talk to him.” His eyes were dark grayish blue and seemed guarded. The boy was unlike Yami’s persocom back at home. It was then that it occurred to Yami that he had not given his persocom a name. He just kept calling it his persocom. This sickened Yami. The persocom at least deserved a name.

                “Hey, you still in there?” Mokuba called. He waved a hand in front of Yami’s face.

                “Huh? Oh, sorry! What were you saying?”

                Mokuba grinned. “I believe we were talking about what I do for a living. I’m in sales. Now, you really deserve a reward…” The boy seemed to fumble in his coat for a bit, before retrieving a magazine and handing it to Yami. “Here, anything from the company is half-off.”

                Yami stared down in curiosity at the magazine. It had no cover, and when he opened it, he blushed a million shades of red. The advertisements all had to do with sexual appeal. There was lingerie, outfits, and other things Yami didn’t even know existed. He snapped the book shut, and handed it back to Mokuba.

                “W-what kind of stuff- What kind of salesman are you, to sell that stuff? What corporation do you belong to that would allow a boy to sell that!?”

                “Well I belong to the Kaiba Corporation, but that catalog was for Industrial Illusions.” Mokuba gave him an amused look “You do realize all the stuff in there is for persocoms, right?”

                Yami’s jaw nearly dropped to the ground. “What? No way!” Mokuba merely nodded. “That’s the company that has the Millennium Lover series.”

                “Yeah, but if you’re expecting to get our newest product half-off, then you’re sadly mistaken.”

                Yami shook his head “No, I just wanna ask some questions.”

                “Really?” Mokuba lifted an eyebrow. “Okay, then, shoot.”

                “Can they talk?”

                Mokuba’s expression was a cross between annoyance and confusion “Of course they can, unless the owner has specifically set it not to talk.”

                “Well, what if it is set at that? How do you change it?”

                “You just tell it you want it to talk. All persocoms recognizes voice commands as well.”

                “Oh! That’s good. Is it also set to be a certain way?”

                Mokuba look perplexed, and then understanding and amusement spread across his face. “Yes, they can be programmed to be homosexual, bisexual, or straight.”

                Yami cringed. That had not been what he meant. He was trying to ask about persocom actins and mannerisms. However, since they were now on this subject he might as well ask “Can you change that programming?”

                “Not without taking it to the actual corporation and shelling out booko bucks. Why do you think reprogramming or reformatting is only done by the rich. Because it takes time, and time means money.”

                “I see. What kind of functions can it do?”

                “Anything its programming allows.”

                “Can it think and… have emotions?”

                Mokuba seem to become very suspicious at this question. “It’s a machine,” he answered.

                Yami laughed awkwardly. “Of course, just checking.” Why was the boy acting so serious all of the sudden?

                Mokuba shrugged. “If you’re planning on buying the model, you’re going to have to wait.”

                That froze Yami right where he stood “Why? I saw a magazine saying they were already out.”

                “Then you must not have watched the news. That model was supposed to come out next month, but Industrial Illusions had some modifications to make. They wanted to make them as lifelike as possible.”

                Modifications? Now Yami was really interested. But he decided to leave the matter as it was. If what Mokuba said was true, then the persocom in his apartment shouldn’t even exist, and he didn’t want to know what Mokuba might do if he found out about it. Even if he was just a kid, Yami got the distinct impression that he was not to be taken lightly.

                Yami rose from the table as he said “I have to get back to work. Thanks for the information.”

                Mokuba regained his cheery composure, and smiled back. “No problem. By the way, I didn’t catch your name.”

                “It’s Yami. Now, what would you like to order?” He was reluctant to tell him his last name, because it would make it easier for the man to find him if he chose to start looking. It wasn’t that Yami felt that Mokuba couldn’t be trusted. It was just that the circumstances didn’t give Yami any assurance that he could be.

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:Additional Author Notes:

“Battle Cry” - (Stand Up!) is the opening theme song for the English dub of Pokemon Diamond and Perl.
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