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What The Hell?	By : YuugiMutou Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1479 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! It is owned by Kazuki Takahashi. I am writing this for entertainment purposes only.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, Heavy Rain, Playstation 3, Nintendo 3DS.

Chapter 4 of 22.

Chapter 4
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It was an early morning, light peeking through the slats of the blinds covering Yuugi's window. A loud "bark" echoed through the room, alerting a small huddled form in the bed. Yuugi groaned, uncurling from his sheets. He sat up, yawning, running a hand through his hair. He opened his eyes blurrily, reaching for his iPhone on the nightstand. He turned off the barking alarm clock, realizing why it was set in the first place.

'Shit, it's the first day of classes.' He thought his mind still fuzzy with sleep. He looked at the time on his phone, seeing the early hour of nine thirty. He set the phone back onto the nightstand, pulling himself out of the bed. It was going to be a long day. After all, he had to wake up his roommate otherwise known as the godly pharaoh.

Yuugi padded out of his room, yawning. He knocked on Yami's door, waiting for a reply. After five minutes of inactivity, the teen rolled his eyes.

'Figures. He could sleep through a tornado.' The small teen tried once more, deciding upon a different method. 'Looks like I'll have to do this the old fashioned way.'

Yuugi opened the door with ease, spying the sleeping form of his best friend. Smiling deviously, he tiptoed into Yami's room, dodging stray articles of clothing. He stood a few feet away from the bed, deciding it was time to make his move.

'Operation, waking the lazy pharaoh is in action.'

Yuugi backed up a few paces, using this to his advantage as he ran towards the bed, jumping onto it and its occupier. He landed on top of Yami, laughing as the elder teen bolted up, crimson eyes wide.

The Egyptian teen looked up; spying the small form of his best friend perched on top of him. He held back a slight blush, choosing to glare playfully at his Aibou.

"What in the name of Ra are you doing on top of me Yuugi? I thought you wouldn't do that to me again after Atemu made those comments."

Yuugi straightened up, straddling Yami's hips as he poked the elder's nose. "How else am I supposed to wake up the lazy king of Egypt? He can sleep through anything."

"You could bang on my door like a normal person."

Yuugi crossed his arms, gazing at his friend with a frown. "I did that this morning. You never moved an inch in your sleep."

"Fine, so you caught me there. Can you at least get up now? I need to get up for school."

"You and I both, Yami."

The elder teen sighed. He had chosen to take the same courses as Yuugi in order to stay with his best friend, but to make sure he would make it to class on time. Without Yuugi, he would still be snoring his life away.

"Well, I'm up. Can you get off me now?"

Yuugi looked down, blushing. He had forgotten his position. "Sorry. I'll get up." Yuugi scrambled off Yami, jumping onto the carpeted floor. He tilted his head to the side. "So are you going to get up and get ready? Or am I going to leave you here?"

Yami was out of the bed, standing adjacent to his Aibou. "Wait for me, Aibou. We have the same schedule remember. Plus you have the car."

"You still can't pass that driver's test of yours can you?"

Yami did not have a car because he simply hated driving. Yuugi preferred driving which in tow fell into place with him carting around his best friend.

"Shut up, kiddo! You know I hate driving."

Yuugi rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Alright, I'm going to shower. You do the same. We're out of here in twenty minutes."

"Fine."

Yuugi walked out of the room and headed towards his bathroom. It was going to be a long day.

The day was passing slowly. Each class the duo attended lasted a total of twenty minutes for the first day. Going over the course plans, and the curriculum simply held little interest for Yuugi or Yami.

Yuugi sat in their art history classroom, looking around. He spied various prints of famous art decorating the walls. He loved these prints, finding them intriguing. However, his attention shifted to the empty seat next to him. Yami had disappeared, whining about lack of caffeine. Yuugi could not help the roll of his eyes at this comment. Lack of caffeine with Yami often equaled Monster energy drink. The elder teen would be bouncing off the walls.

The room was empty minus himself. Their art history course did not start for another twenty minutes. Yet, the previous professor who was in this classroom left the door unlocked so that Yuugi could wait for his next class. He had a charm that often granted him anything he desired. With the bat of his eyes, Yuugi could rule even the toughest of opponents. All except for Yami. He had long ago become adverse to the effects of Yuugi's innocent act.

The door opened, revealing a shadowed form. Yuugi's hearing perked up upon the sound. He turned around, expecting to see Yami. His eyes widened at the sight of his apartment friend, Jou. The teen was standoffish and rude to most people, all except a selective few. They had not spoken since Yuugi declined in his invitation to hang out at the local arcade. It seemed that now they would have a talk of sorts.

Yuugi blinked, staring at the lanky blond. He waited for the other to approach, unsure of what to say. After a few minutes, Jou made the first move, breaking the ice in this tense scene.

"Hey Yug'. How have ya been?"

Yuugi shrugged his shoulders. "I've been alright. And yourself?"

The blond sighed, noticing that they were alone. He smiled a little, realizing that this was his chance. It was not often that Yami was not around.

"I've been okay. Missed ya this weekend. Why haven't ya been around?"

Yuugi looked skeptically at Jou. The teen had not made any effort to contact him and he had been busy with Yami and Heavy Rain. Plus not to mention getting everything ready for school.

"You didn't contact me, Jou. How was I supposed to know that you missed me? I'm sorry I've been busy. I mean, this is my first day at college and all." Yuugi said.

Jou raised a brow at Yuugi's remark. The teen had a little snark in his personality and it was beginning to become a nuisance. He simply wanted to spend time with the spiky-haired freshman. Why was it next to impossible to do just that?

"Well, I wanna hang out with ya. I know you were busy in the past, but what do ya say about going to the arcade with me later today?"

Yuugi looked thoughtful for a moment. He knew he could not say no again. It was bad enough that the blond did not get the hint.

Smiling, Yuugi looked down at his watch, noting the time. "Well, I'm going to be here for a while. Same with Yami. We're waiting for this class to start. After this, we might be able to hang out with you at the arcade."

At the mention of Yami, Jou frowned, crestfallen. Of course, Yuugi wanted to bring his best friend. He needed a plan to change that quickly.

"Well, I just wanted us to hang out, Yug'. I don't think Yami likes me. Besides, it's not like you two are dating or anything right?"

Yami chose that moment to walk in, two Monsters in hand. He had a smile on his face has he headed towards Yuugi, barely noting Jou's appearance.

"Aibou, sorry it took so long. I got lost and….." He stopped speaking, finally noticing Jou.

The smile disappeared in an instant, a glare taking its place. Yami set the drinks on the table Yuugi occupied. He crossed his arms in defiance.

"What are you doing here?"

Jou scoffed at the question, turning towards the shorter teen. He gazed down at Yami, annoyed.

"I'm talking with Yug'. What difference does that make?"

"He's my best friend. That's why. You're making him uncomfortable. Have you not noticed?"

Jou looked over at Yuugi, vaguely noting his hunched shoulders, and his head resting on his arms. He looked less than enthused.

"I didn't do anything. We were just talking. I asked him to hang out with me this afternoon. Just the two of us." He spoke boldly.

Yami shook his head, blond bangs swaying with the movement. Yuugi's anxiety was acting up, this much he realized. Yuugi did not like confrontation. This situation alone was probably ripping apart his carefully perfected demeanor. Taking in a deep breath, the Egyptian calmed himself, gazing at the inferior blond.

"Yuugi and I already have things to do later. Why don't you go see my brother? He was looking for you earlier. He said something about our cousin coming into town."

Mentioning their cousin seemed to interest Jou. For he blinked and turned, heading towards the exit. He looked at Yuugi once more and then left fully.

Yuugi slumped in his seat, his shoulders sagging. Yami frowned and then sat down next to Yuugi, rubbing his shoulders.

"Aibou, are you okay?"

"…"

"Aibou, relax. Jou is gone now. I think he will leave you alone for a while. My cousin Seto is coming into town today. Atemu set him and Jou up in the past and they manage to "get along" somehow.

Yuugi looked up at Yami, amethyst eyes soft.

"I don't understand why he doesn't leave me alone. I've tried to make it clear that I do not want to be alone with him."

Yami ran a hand through Yuugi's hair, straightening his blond bangs. "Not everyone picks up on your subtle hints, Yuugi. Jou is very outspoken. He acts without thinking. He's too clueless to realize the truth."

Yuugi smiled lightly, taking one of Yami's hands into his own. He held it tightly, gazing at the desk.

The action caused Yami to blush slightly. This tactile approach of comfort was nothing new to the pair. Although, something was different from this touch. Yami caught this, and felt odd. This soft touch from his best friend was never given to another. Yuugi did not enjoy contact with others minus Yami. It was a part of his anxiety. He needed to think this through. For now, he would simply cheer up his best friend.

"Aibou, would you care for some of my Monster?"

Said teen scrunched up his nose, shaking his head. "No, I'm alright. I think I'll stick with some orange soda later."

"You and your orange soda."

Yuugi pouted, sitting up in his seat. He crossed his arms and then glared playfully. "More like you and your diet soda and low sugar Monster energy drinks."

"I need the caffeine, not the sugar!"

Yuugi ended his argument with Yami, sighing. He gazed at his watch again and raised a brow.

"Why is no one in class today?"

Yami looked around noting the silence and the emptiness of the classroom.

"Because this is a boring subject?"

"Please, there are twenty other students enrolled in this class. I figured someone would have made it here by now."

Moments later, a few students walked into the classroom, followed by an older man who smiled at his small class.

"Welcome to Art History!"

Yami groaned at hearing the excitement in this professor's voice. He would not enjoy this class. He sat down and prepared to deal with this subject and instructor.

Hours later, Yuugi and Yami sat within their apartment, going through their course syllabi. They finished quickly, both finding something of interest. Yuugi played his Nintendo 3DS and Yami played their Playstation 3.

Yuugi looked up from his game, rolling his eyes at the characters moving across the television screen. Yami hated his love for Heavy Rain and Yuugi hated Yami's love for Bayonetta. Their bickering between these games never ended.

"Enjoying your perverted hooker looking pole dancing character there?"

Yami smirked, pausing the game. He looked at Yuugi and winked. "Maybe so. This game is a more entertaining than Heavy Rain."

"Whatever." Yuugi paused his game, setting the small portable system down. He stretched his arms, yawning.

"So is there anything you wanted to do or talk about? I'm bored of these games."

Yami abandoned his controller, pulling himself off the floor. "Not really anything to do at the moment. We've done our homework, organized games, and did laundry. Is there something on your mind?"

The smaller of the two muttered under his breath in Japanese. Something he always did when he was nervous.

"You know how everyone assumes we're dating and I always tell them no."

Yami looked at Yuugi, his body stiff. This was a surprising topic.

"Yes?"

Yuugi blushed and fiddled with the hem of his shirt. "Why do you never say anything about it? I feel like I'm the only one who ever answers that question. Cause it's not like we're a couple or interested in each other LIKE that are we?"

The Egyptian gulped, his body frozen. Approaching this question was odd. He had never expected Yuugi to come out and ask him this. Sure, their families always teased them about their "relationship." Nevertheless, this was odd.

"Uhm, no. Why would you think that, Aibou? You're my best friend. Hell, you're practically my other half. We've known each other since we were toddlers."

"Oh, okay." Yuugi said, turning away from the other. He had an unreadable face. He masked his emotions, smiling faintly at Yami.

"Yuugi, is everything okay?"

"Huh? Oh yeah! I am okay!" Yuugi said. He feigned exhaustion. "I think I'm going to get some rest. It has been a long day."

Crimson eyes surveyed the smaller teen's actions and expressions. "If you desire to, go ahead. I'll be here playing games."

Yuugi nodded, padding across the hall to his bedroom. He closed the door and sighed heavily. The conversation with Yami had his heart beating loudly. He felt down. After all the years that they were picked on for their "close" friendship, Yami always found it amusing. Now it was more to Yuugi than he believed. Just why did it bother him that Yami seemed negative about their supposed relationship.

Hell, why did it bother Yuugi in the first place?
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