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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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Chapter Four

By Pixiedust291

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                Yami was thoroughly exhausted as he walked up the two flights of stairs to his apartment. He stared blankly at the door for a moment, before realizing he needed his keys. Fumbling in his pocket, he produced the clanking metal, and inserted it into the lock. The minute he opened that door and called out “I’m ho—” he was embraced. Yami was startled and about to start punching when he turned his head and looked into the smiling, bright face of his persocom. Those beautiful violet eyes sparkled up at him. Had his computer been waiting for him to come home ever since he left? The persocom’s eyes were so full of contentment that Yami felt his chest tighten. He pushed away from the hug, and smiled back at his persocom. The boy looked confused at being pushed away, but still said nothing. Yami finally noticed what the persocom was wearing, faded blue jeans, and a white t-shirt that read ‘super special awesome’ Yami couldn’t help but grin. So, the persocom had found his clothes. The garments were a little big for him, after all the kid was an inch or two shorter then him.

                “Well, hello to you too. I hope you weren’t bored today. What have you been—” The smell of spices and warmth wafted past him. His mouth immediately began to water. “Did you… cook?” Yami stuttered. The persocom smiled again, taking Yami’s hand and leading him to the small living room. There, on the table, was what looked to be teriyaki chicken yakisoba, steamed rice, and miso soup. Not a grandiose dinner, but a satisfying and tasty one. Yami blinked in awe, and turned to the persocom. “Y-you made this?! You made this for… me?” he asked. The persocom looked down at the floor. His cheeks tinted to an adorable shade of rose pink. Yami laughed, his smile encouraging. “Thanks, I really appreciate it.” The boy lifted his face to look it him as if in surprise, but then his features softened as a smile gracing his lips. Yami sat down, and the persocom hastily took a seat on the other side of the table. He lifted his soup bowl and inhaled the delicious scent. “Itadakimasu!” he called, before taking a sip. The warm liquid was slightly thin, and tasted of chicken broth and boiled eggs as it ran over his palate. It was one of the best soups he had ever tasted. He sighed, and looked across the table to thank the persocom again but gasped outright. On the other side of the table the persocom was… eating!

“Wait, stop!” Yami shrieked. The persocom immediately ceased, and stared at Yami in horror. He visibly cowered. It reminded Yami of the reaction one would see from an abused dog. Yami, realizing he had probably just scared the poor boy to death, gave an awkward laugh. “Oh, sorry, I… I just… aren’t you a computer? Can computers eat?” The persocom didn’t say a word, though his eyes became watery as he nodded. A tightening in Yami’s gut told him he had said the wrong thing, even though his logical mind screamed that a persocom could not get offended. He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. I was just surprised.” He looked at the boy for some form of acceptance, but the persocom only went back to his eating. His eye carefully stayed on the table and no once looked up at Yami. Yami tried to quickly think of anything that could possibly dissolve the tension currently between them. Any subject at all would do. He had it! “Hey, I know I keep calling you a computer and a persocom whenever I’m talking to you. It just seems to me that you need a name. Do you have a preference?” The persocom stopped in mid bite and looked at him with interest.

                Yami waited a few minutes for a response, but didn’t receive one. Obviously, the ‘no talk’ program the persocom must be set on was extremely well-made. He wondered what kind of owner the boy had had before. What asshole would be so dominating as to forbid even his computer to make a noise? His persocom had had dinner ready for him when he got home. Was that another function left over from his previous owner? Yami inwardly growled. No one deserved to be a slave, even if they were a machine. But then again, did he only feel that way because the persocom looked human? It was true he had never thought of not yelling or being demanding with his Mp3 player or cell phone. Perhaps it was because the persocom looked human. Just because something looked human, did that mean you should treat it like a human? Maybe. If an alien race was discovered that looked and acted pretty much human but they had tails, should they be treated as human? What defined something as ‘human’ anyway? Yami rubbed his head. All this thinking was giving him a headache. He looked back across the table to find the boy still staring at him expectantly. Yami smiled. “You can talk, you know. I rather like a guy who can speak his thoughts.”

                The persocom blinked at him some more, then set down his soup. He tilted his head to one side. Those eyes were so calculating, expressive and deep. They portrayed every emotion the persocom was feeling. Those amethyst spheres were fixed only on Yami, as if they were seeking conformation that he told the truth. Then, suddenly, the persocom was normal again, calm and staring around the room. Yami sighed and shook his head, accepting defeat. He watched as the persocom got up and left the room. Then, a moment later, the boy returned holding one of Yami’s many Duel Monsters figurines. The boy sat back down and placed the figure of the Dark Magician in the middle of the table before pointing at it. Yami blinked and after a moment’s pause asked “You want to be named Dark Magician.” The boy’s expression read ‘are you an idiot’. “Alright…um, duel? Monster?” The boy’s expression turned to annoyance. “Um…” Yami tried to think of anything else that stature might mean.

                “I would like to be named Yugi,” came a soft voice.

                Yami’s head shot up, “What?”

                “…I would like to be named Yugi,” the boy repeated, his pink lips forming the words.

                Yami nearly fell backwards. He talked! His persocom talked! Yami was about to laugh in delight, but held it in. After all, his persocom seemed nervous about talking. If he laughed, that might make the boy never talk again. Not to mention, he’d lose trust in Yami.

Yami nodded. “Yugi? That means game, or friendship doesn’t it?” He smiled “Do you like Duel Monsters?” The boy nodded eagerly. Yami grinned “Then I think it suits you.”

                Yugi’s beamed “Really?”

                “Yeah. Besides if that’s the name you want, have it,” Yami chuckled. He was not expecting what happened next. The boy cheered and jumped over the table, tackling Yami to the floor. Yami lay there as his persocom smiled on top of him, his arms wrapped around Yami’s chest. Yami was reminded of a rather well-known anime term called glomping. Do to the boy’s closeness his heart began beating faster. He laughed nervously. “Well, I didn’t know it was going to make you this happy.” The arms around Yami’s chest tightened, and Yugi smiled down at him. His eyes were half-lidded and possibly the sexiest thing Yami had ever seen.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his head drawing ever closer to Yami’s, his legs parting as they touched. Yami blushed, and his eyes went wide. His body felt heated and tingly, as if he had butterflies fluttering against his skin. The feeling of desire enveloped him, as Yugi closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together. Yami’s body seemed to act of its own accord, or maybe he just lost his mind. His eyes suddenly closed, and he found himself kissing the boy back and enjoying it. Hands fisted in Yugi’s hair, as he moved his head to deepen the kiss. Lips molded to one another, feeling hot and wondrously soft.

                Yugi broke the kiss, and giggled down at Yami. “Do you want to continue?”

                Yami’s breath was heavy, his eyes were nearly closed, and his mind boggled. He had just… He had just nearly made out with a teenager! What was wrong with him. Surprise flooded through him in waves, but he was more shocked at the fact that he was left wanting more, as if his body was screaming for it. God, the boy was like his kryptonite! “I… I don’t…” Yami began.

                “Well, sorry to interrupt, but—” came a cocky voice from the door.

                Yami jumped up, flipping Yugi off of him, and gawked at Jonouchi, who was standing in the doorway with Dark Magician Girl on his shoulder. “Jonouchi! How many times do I have to tell you not to do that? How long have you been there?”

                “Long enough to see you get your first kiss.” He raised a brow as his eyes flicked downward “Among other things.” Yami’s face reddened from embarrassment and anger. Jonouchi laughed heartily. “I came over to see if you needed help, due to your limited experience with persocoms, but I see you’re getting your hump on just fine without me.” Yami cringed, and stared down at the floor, making little circles in the carpet with his finger. He could just never catch a break.

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                Yami looked around the store. Hardly anyone was there, probably due to everyone being at work. He was waiting outside the changing station. Jonouchi had seen fit to make Yugi give Yami a fashion show. Many times Yami wonder just which of them was really the gay one, him or Jonouchi. Yami leaned back against the couch. They had come here to buy some clothes for Yugi, though Yami couldn’t see why the boy couldn’t wear some of his clothes. He liked the way Yugi looked in his clothes. All adorable and massy as if he has just had a session of rough sex. He closed his eyes, and imagined how Yugi had looked last night, just in his white t-shirt and jeans. Yami smiled to himself, then shook his head and ran a hand over his face. He couldn’t seem to get Yugi out of his head, which was really aggravating. He had enjoyed kissing Yugi, and when Yugi had asked if he wanted to continue, he had nearly said “I… I don’t know.”

Yami touched his fingers to his lips. He was not one to pretend or deny what he felt and knew to be true. He had kissed Yugi and liked it. He accepted that. But what boggled him was… why? Age had always been a factor for Yami because he had always wanted their relationship to have something in common besides sex. Usually having someone the same age ensures at least a little common interest. Until now he had never had fantasized about anyone significantly younger then himself. So why now, all of the sudden, did his body seem to just switch attractions? It was as if his brain had just flipped a light switch overnight. He shook his head. Did it really matter? The boy was a computer and therefore had no age and thus there was no law against it. Even if he did look to be around 16 years old.

                “Would you like anything, sir?” asked a girl as she walked by with a handful of pants.

                “Oh! No, thank you,” Yami smiled up at her. Jonouchi then emerged from behind the curtain, a wide grin on his face. Yami was immediately suspicious.

“May I present,” the blonde announced, “your persocom!”

                Yugi slowly drew back the curtain and emerged. He wore a knee-length pink dress, with white lace and long-buttoned sleeves. He also had on fishnet stockings, pink and black shoes, and a pink bow tied in his hair just behind his bangs. Yami literally fell out of his seat. His mouth hung open like a fish. He couldn’t form words or phrases. He didn’t really even know what he would say if he tried. He was flabbergasted that a man could even wear those clothes, let alone look almost like a china doll in them. The girl holding the pants squeaked and dropped the clothing she was holding. A grin spread across her face. Yami glanced at her, and rolled his eyes. An excited fangirl was just what they needed.

                The girl looked like she was reliving a delightful fantasy when she ran up to Yugi and hugged him. “Oh my God, you are soooooooo cute!” she chimed. Yami’s fists clenched and his eyes narrowed as she giggled and bounced against Yugi. Well, wasn’t she friendly. He then caught himself, and face palmed. Now he was getting jealous. What was next? He looked at Yugi, and frowned. Why was he getting jealous? It wasn’t like he had feelings for the persocom. It wasn’t like he and the persocom were a couple. The persocom didn’t even have emotions. The kiss and invitation was just a program, not actual affection. For some reason, that thought made Yami feel even worse.

                “Rabecca!” came a loud yell, and the giggling girl straightened and bowed as a black haired man walked up to her. He looked to be in about his early twenties, and wore a red vest over a black shirt and had a black and red diamond headband on his forehead. “Rabecca, what do you think you’re—” The man’s gaze then landed on Yugi. His eyes bulged, and blood started trailing down his nose. He quickly covered it, and looked away. “What are you guys playing at?”

                “Nothing, Duke, just getting some clothes for my new friend.” Jonouchi was grinning from ear to ear.

                Duke glared at the blonde. “I can see that. But I’ve already told you Joey, we don’t cater to furries here.” Jonouchi looked as if he were about to explode. “Might I suggest the kid might look better in some trendy boy’s clothes.” Yami’s eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them. Did they… know each other?

                Jonouchi nodded got control of his anger “Maybe…” he said flatly.

                The man named Duke seemed satisfied with this, and walked off “I’ll go see if I can find anything.” He glanced over his shoulder at Yugi “I think I have just the thing in the back.”

The girl named Rabecca sighed in relief, and turned to Yami. “Wow, that was a close one.”

                Yami stared at Rabecca in confusion. “Your name is Rabecca?” he asked stupidly.

                “Yes.”

                Where had Yami heard her name before? Had it been… The bar! He had overheard Mai talking about a Rebecca to some boy named Jaden. “Do you know a woman named Mai?”

                Rabecca looked shocked. “Sure, why?”

                “Rabecca! Get back to work!” came a loud, booming voice from behind a door. Rabecca jolted then groaned, and walked off without a word.

                Yami wanted to stop her, but Jonouchi grabbed his shoulder. “How about, after Yugi changes, we all go get a bite to eat? My treat.”

                “Wha—?! Oh, Okay!” Yami answer. With his college student budget, he would never turn up a chance at free food. Jonouchi then leaned close to Yami’s ear, and whispered “There’s something you’re not telling me. You haven’t been yourself since we left the apartment.”

                “I just have a lot of things on my mind,” Yami grudgingly confessed.

                “Anything you wanna talk to someone about? Anything I can do to help?” Jonouchi asked.

                Yami was about to reply “no” when what Mokuba had said crossed his mind. “As a matter of fact, yes, but not here. Someplace safe.”

                Jonouchi leaned back and gazed at Yami, his eyes furrowed and contemplating. Then he smiled, and winked. “Alright, double-oh-seven, I’ll be briefed on the mission later.” Yami couldn’t help but laugh, which was good, because he needed it.

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:Additional Author Notes:

Itadakimasu - A traditional Japanese, and sometimes Chinese, phrase that gives praise for the food. An equivalent of this in America would be giving grace, or the term "Let's eat."

Glomp - A hug in the manner of a small child, similar to a bear hug, but often including one or both legs, as well as the arms. Also a hug in which the hugger jumps and catches the victim by surprise, or off-guard. Basically, it's a violent hug with a running start.
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