Lady Luck | By : Amarin Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Het - Male/Female Views: 2207 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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No matter how crazy it got trying to keep their relationship – and Dara’s gender – a secret, Tristan wouldn’t have had it any other way. The only one for him was Dara.
And he was pretty sure she felt the same way.
All in all, they were extremely happy together.
Now, if only things could stay that way.
Yeah, right.
People were starting to suspect. Their friends especially.
Dara was, to Tristan’s surprise, a very demonstrative, affectionate person, when she was allowed to be. Constrained by her deception for almost a decade, she had never allowed herself to get close to people, but now that Tristan knew, she felt more comfortable being herself around him.
Unfortunately, she’d become so comfortable around Tristan in the past two months of them ‘dating’ that she occasionally forgot to be circumspect around other people.
Which, occasionally, caused problems like the one that had happened today.
Yugi, Joey, Téa, and the others had all gotten used to Tristan’s new friendship with the dice duelist. Yugi had been trying for some time to get Duke to open up to them; he seemed to like taking in stray dogs.
No pun intended, considering Joey was the first.
The spiky-haired duelist had extended invitations of friendship to Wheeler, Tristan, and Seto Kaiba. Granted, the CEO had yet to accept the invite, but…
Anyway, back to the matter at hand. Yes, the others had gotten used to including ‘Duke’ as part of their group. But even Téa was starting to comment on how close ‘he’ and Tristan were.
They sat together – too close, at times, though neither of them really noticed unless it was brought to their attention – they talked about things only they knew about – which could be excused as just a ‘friend thing’; Kami knew Tristan done much the same with Joey, and the blond with Yugi – and they were very affectionate with each other.
Or, rather, ‘Duke’ was very affectionate with Tristan.
And today, the effects of that had almost blown their cover.
They’d been in the park, running around and having fun like a bunch of little kids. And Joey, the biggest kid, had been the cause of the whole thing. Joey had started a game of keep-away with ‘Duke’s’ ponytail holder. Dara had been pissed, of course – she looked even more feminine with her hair partly down, and that was not good – and had given chase while simultaneously trying to hold her hair out of her face.
Joey had tossed the elastic band to Yugi, who, not wanting to get involved – but still in good enough spirits to enjoy the joke – tossed it to Téa, who, much for the same reasons as Yugi, tossed it Ryou. Ryou would have given the band back to ‘Duke’, but his yami decided to get in on the fun and appeared outside of the Ring in spirit form, grabbed the band and tossed it back to Joey. Yami, having seen Bakura come out, naturally wanted to be around to divert any problems that might arise from the other dark spirit’s appearance, so he’d also come out of the Puzzle and coalesced into spirit form. Joey had then tossed the elastic band to Yami, and the former Pharaoh, having no clue what was going on, took the blond’s words to ‘throw it ta anyone besides Duke’ seriously.
He threw the band to Tristan, who, no fool he, turned right around and gave the band to ‘Duke.’
‘Duke’ let out a relieved breath and snatched the band up, quickly putting ‘his’ hair back to rights. “Thank you, Tristan,” ‘he’ said, quickly combing through the tangled strands to get them back into some semblance of order.
Dara was extremely appreciative, and her thanks were maybe a tad bit too profuse. But no one commented on it, chalking it up to ‘Duke’s’ slightly eccentric nature. ‘He’ was extremely sensitive regarding comments on ‘his’ hairstyle and clothing choices.
And who could understand that better than they, who hung out with Yugi Moto?
“No problem, Dev,” Tristan said, using the nickname he’d gifted Dara with only a week after they’d gotten together. He’d been afraid he’d call her ‘Dara’ in public, so had wanted something he could use without worrying about letting out her secret. A shorter version of her last name was okay to be overheard.
The others were okay with Tristan giving ‘Duke’ back ‘his’ hairband. That needed no explanation – after all, Joey had done the same thing when the Bruce Lee wannabe had taken away Yugi’s Puzzle a few years back.
However, the fact that Tristan ended up helping ‘him’ get ‘his’ hair back into order…
Well, that was a little harder to pass off as ‘just friends.’
“Y’know,” Joey piped up. “You two are actin’ awfully gay.”
Dara’s eyes went wide as saucers and Tristan froze in the act of pushing one stray lock of raven hair behind her ear. The brunet was absolutely terrified that his indiscreet actions had brought Dara’s secret closer to the surface. But Dara, for all that she was equally as afraid of such, had been dealing with the possibility for far longer than Tristan had.
When in doubt, snap out a witty comeback. It always worked.
“Ne, Wheeler, since when is calling someone gay an insult?” ‘Duke’ asked innocently. “I mean, I wouldn’t think you’d think so.”
Joey frowned. “Whaddya mean?” His expression clearly said, ‘Ya aren’t about to call me gay if ya know what’s good for ya.’
Affecting an innocent air, ‘Duke’ said, mock-surprised, “You mean you didn’t know?”
“Know what?” Joey asked testily.
“Yugi and Ryou – and consequently Yami and Bakura – are gay,” ‘Duke’ said slowly, as if afraid that Joey was going to be completely boggled by this information.
Of course, Joey already knew about his friends’ sexual preferences…
Which is what made it so funny when the blond noticed Yugi and Ryou glaring at him. Yami and Bakura were, as well – for once they agreed on something: Joey was a baka! – but the two hikaris’ glowers were much more scary for the fact that they rarely ever got angry.
Especially this angry.
So angry that the combined rage Yami and Bakura both were expressing paled in comparison.
Joey gulped. “I…ano…er…”
Yugi and Ryou both advanced on their ‘friend’, causing Joey to do the smartest thing he’d done all afternoon.
Turn tail and run.
The two hikaris gave chase, all the while screaming at their blond friend. The two yamis, on the other hand, both burst out laughing and disappeared, presumably back into their respective Millennium Items to keep their other halves company.
Or, in Bakura’s case, to give Ryou insults to shout.
Téa followed, most likely wanting to try and calm her friends down.
Dara and Tristan, for their part, both breathed huge sighs of relief. By tomorrow this whole thing about them being gay would have been purposely forgotten in the wake of Joey not wanting to remember his idiocy.
“That was a close one,” Tristan said.
“Very,” Dara agreed.
Without saying anything else, they both started walking back to the Black Crown. Their afternoon of playing Frisbee in the park had been cut short, and they each figured they might as well make the most of their time together.
“I’m sorry,” Tristan said at length, but Dara cut him off before he could continue.
“Don’t be,” she said. “It was bound to happen sooner or later. And it wasn’t as bad as it could have been, either.”
“I’ll try to be more careful,” Tristan promised.
“I know.” Dara smiled softly at him. Then she ducked her head and sighed. “But eventually…they’re going to find out. At least that we’re dating. We can’t keep it a secret forever.”
“I told you I don’t mind if they think we’re gay,” Tristan said softly, wary of prying ears. He was glad they were nearing the shop now; Tristan knew they’d be able to talk privately inside.
Pulling her keys out from her pocket, Dara sighed. “But I do,” she said, and from her tone of voice, Tristan knew it bothered her more because it was another lie in her life and less because she didn’t want people thinking she was homosexual.
It always came down to this, Tristan mused. She was afraid to tell anyone, but she desperately wanted to. All he could hope was that he was doing the right thing by assuring her it would be okay no matter what she chose to tell them.
“Despite how much of an idiot Joey can be at times, they’re a pretty accepting bunch,” Tristan said blandly. “They’d accept us if they thought we were gay…and they’d accept us if you told them the truth, Dara.” He shut the door behind them softly, twisting the lock before turning back around to face his girlfriend.
“I’d like to think so,” she replied, maneuvering over to the couch and sprawling on it with her characteristic grace.
Well, that’s progress, of a sort, Tristan mused wryly. Normally she denies it.
Tristan walked over behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders and starting to massage them. She was tense, almost as tense as she’d been when he had first found out. “Hey,” Tristan whispered in her ear. “It’ll be okay.”
“It will?” she asked, moaning slightly as she leaned back into his touch. “Mmm…”
“Whatever happens, you’ll always have me,” Tristan promised.
Dara smiled, a genuine smile this time. “Thanks, Tristan,” she said.
“No problem, babe.” Tristan smiled back.
After all, what were boyfriends for?
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