Post by Tangie on Aug 9, 2007 20:37:02 GMT -5
Butterfly
Summary: Atemu is a part of a strict family full of fighters. He is the first to be born as a sacrifice. He is looked down upon by others due to this. He finds himself in a bind once he discovers his fighter is male. In a world where fighter and sacrifices are male and female teams, Atemu stands up to society and his family with a fighter who knows nothing about ‘their’ world. Yuugi finds himself a part of a world of destined fighting teams only with no knowledge of any fighting ability. His partner loathes his very existence. Can they overcome their differences and find a balance?
Main pairing: Yuugi x Yami
Because I don’t want people complaining this is definitely an Alternate Universe fanfic. There will be shounen ai and yaoi relationships mentioned throughout this story. Excessive language, depression, and death will be a part of this as well.
The idea for the story is inspired mostly by the super special awesome manga and anime ‘Loveless,” and the Dance Dance Revolution song “Butterfly.”
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh!, Loveless, or the song, Butterfly.
I’ve been working on this idea and story for over a month. Due to management training at work, summer school, family issues, and birthday, I’ve been only able to just now post this.
This story is dedicated to my boyfriend Corey and my best friend Kathy. Thank you both for being there when I needed support and ideas.
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Chapter One
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“Alright class, break down into groups of four. We will begin defensive spell training. Remember fighters, obey your sacrifice and attack!”
A horde of young adults grouped together in a typical high school gymnasium. Bleaches lined the centered walls, shining hardwood floor covering every inch of a basketball court. Cries of defensive charms echoed through the amphitheatre stylized gym. Delighted smiles graced young faces, couples of men and their female counterparts, clasping hands engaged in battle. However, one lone teen sat among backpacks stacked lazily in the bleachers. He held a Nintendo DS in hand, fingers punching button after button. Bright maroon eyes focused upon the screen. Gravity defying spikes of tricolor hair covered his head, blond dangled within his face. He paid little attention towards the spell practice and his bumbling professor.
Said man cocked his head sideways, finding sight of his diverted attention. His eyes rolled in agitation in response.
“Atemu! What the heck are you doing, boy?” Solomon Paravelle shouted, observing the teen’s actions.
“Playing Final Fantasy on my PSP.”
Stated blandly by Atemu, the professor narrowed his eyes in usual fashion. Atemu’s bored antics were not unusual. He came up with any type of excuse in order to play some sort of video game.
“Atemu, you’re breaking the rules of this class, again. How many times must I tell you to pay attention?”
Red eyes shifted from the video game, meeting those of the elder man.
“Plenty, what does it matter? I don’t have a fighter and I’m a sacrifice.”
Paravelle listened to Atemu’s excuse again. Everyday the teen came up with some reason for ignoring the teachings of Professor Paravelle. However, everything returned to topic of Atemu’s non-existent fighter.
“Mutou, we’ve had this conversation last week. It is your responsibility to find your destined fighter. I cannot track her down for you.”
“I know you can’t, Professor. It’s just- I’m tired of waiting for her.
Paravelle sighed heavily. He knew exactly what Atemu desired. Every week the teen pulled this act. He received the same answer no matter how many times he asked.
“If fighter’s appeared out of thin air, there wouldn’t be any reasoning for this school, Atemu. Fate has its own methods pertaining fighters and their sacrifices. Your fighter will reveal herself sooner or later.”
Annoyance buzzed at the back of the student’s mind. He attended this secret society of his college due to his family heritage. Atemu descended from countless fighters. Yet, for the first time in over a century, The ‘Mutou’ family found themselves with a sacrifice. His mother didn’t mind the sudden change in status for their family. However, his father was different.
As the only male and heir to the Mutou family, he was expected to honor the bloodline with an heir qualified as a fighter.
Impatience and annoyance took firm control over his father as classes became mandatory in his college days.
‘The interaction between fighter teams speeds up the process in enables a sacrifice the knowledge capable of locating their fighter.’
‘That stupid fact has been smashed into my mind since childhood.’
Atemu cocked his head to the side, observing his professor with curiosity.
“I understand, Professor. There isn’t relevance to my continuous presence in this school. I don’t fight nor do I wish to.”
“That’s true, Atemu. As your father wishes, it is best for you to learn in case of emergency. After all, you will enjoy the presence of your fighter more than ever if you hold some sort of understanding of their fighting style.”
“Whatever you state, Professor Paravelle.” It’s rare that a male is the sacrifice, isn’t it?”
Paravelle chose to ignore the statement, turning his attention elsewhere.
“All right, everyone! That is enough for today!” Eyes drifted towards Atemu, expressions mixed amongst disgust and pity floated through the room, leaving Atemu as the center aspect for attention.
Silently, he gathered his things, jumping down from the bleachers in complete haste. Apparently, even down the oven teenaged boys suffer from sudden mood changes.
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“Great job today! I think we’ll actually be able to take down the other teams this year, Shizuka!”
A ten with large unusually styled hair leaned against a wall, smiling fondly at his sacrifice. A girl with auburn hair blushed, pushing hair behind her ears.
“Honda, you’re too headstrong. You know what happened last year when we fought in the annual battle. It’s impossible for us to battle until we are full-fledged fighting teams.”
“Always the voice of reason, darling.” Honda stepped away from his perch, wrapping his arms around her waist. “No wonder you’re the love of my life.”
Atemu scowled from his point of view. Barely edging into the school’s courtyard and he managed to find this display of affection. He held a grudge against love due to his lack of fighter, love from his family. His mother was his caregiver. No one else cared.
‘Why the hell can’t I find my fighter?’ He thought sadly.
Silently he proceeded from the courtyard, dragging his feet across the pavement. His emotions flared at the thought. His father wondered if the boy simply enjoyed being alone or if he was gay.
‘Gods, I’m not gay. I know that much. But at the least, I know some forms of magic and fighting.’
Rolling his shoulders, the teen walked away, eyes downcast. Everyday consisted amongst this exact ritual. Eyes downcast, mind split from reality. His senses widened, allowing the aura of fighting teams to flow through. Few traces amongst crowds consisted with anything alluring. Rarely fighters showed themselves or allowed others to greet their presence. Territory and possessiveness bound the fighter’s direct personality down to DNA. Many found these traits common. However, Atemu simply wondered if his fighter realized the truth behind her identity and chose to conceal it from others. Along with these thoughts, he gazed into his memories, reliving the words of his professor claimed to expose one’s fighter.
“The attraction is instant. You will love the person at first sight. Your heart will pound fiercely and you will fall captive to this person’s appearance. That is how it affects a fighter and sacrifice. Love is already bound between the couple.”
Blinking, Atemu sighed softly, continuing his trek home. Another day passed without a fighter. He truly understood what others felt when living alone in the world. Solitary confinement wasn’t meant for him.
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Soft melodious music floated peacefully through the room, track lighting reflected across sparkling champagne glasses, adding depth to the fancy appeal. Dozens of tables lined the walls, each full of guests. Soft bouts of chatter echoed through the tables, glasses of imported wine poured. A young man smiled thoughtfully, passing each table in complete rounds. Thankful comments met his appearance with colorful profanity. Little affected his attitude. After all, the hospitality business often ran into bouts of trouble concerning the general public.
Quickly the man walked away, heading towards the office. The day droned onward, causing utter boredom for this manager. Yuugi fell into his hair, eyes closed in exhaustion. Another customer complained over the newly hired trainee. The man didn’t understand the meaning of quick service. He’d have to find another replacement amongst the stacks of resumes and applications.
“Another bratty teenager. Another mistake on my part.”
Yuugi’s voice, hoarse, in futile attempts of apologies cracked suddenly. A burning sensation flowed through his eyes. Bright lighting tampered with his contacts.
“Damn it. I’m going to need glasses again.” He muttered, glancing quickly through a stack of inventory forms.
“You sure you want to drag out those dated spectacles of yours?”
A voice broke the silence, grabbing the manager’s attention.
Violet eyes rose, meeting those of amber. A blond stood confidently in Yuugi’s office, smirking silently.
“Shut up, Joey. You know I’ve always been a geek. Glasses fit the role even better.”
“Yeah, yeah, Yuge’.” He leaned against the wall. “I came to check on ya. I wanted to know if ya were okay. You’ve been here all day long without a moment of peace. I think ya need a night on the town, buddy.”
Yuugi ignored his friend’s suggestive hints behind his comments. The blond always crushed over Yuugi in their high school days.
“Jou, why do you always attempt to hit on me? You know I don’t find you attractive in THAT way!”
Eyes rolled in annoyance. The playful demeanor fell, revealing a disappointed man.
“Why do you always assume that I want to hit on you every chance I can? Hell, I just want to take ya clubbing tonight.”
The manager felt little guilt concerning Jou’s accusations.
“Maybe, that’s because you felt me up in the store room during shift change? Seriously, I just need some rest. Partying isn’t my cup of tea anyways.”
Jou shot his friend an incredulous stare. Yuugi managed to remember everything. Apparently, this was seen as an excellent quality amongst his past girlfriends and even Jou himself.
“I’m not asking for ya to give up your job or hatred of wanting to date me. All I want to do is take my friend out for a few drinks.”
Yuugi scrunched up his face, eyes narrowed deep in thought.
“One condition. We don’t go clubbing. We go to the beach bar down on Ocean Avenue for a few drinks and some live music.”
‘Heh, my charm always pays off.’
He managed a sigh, ruffling his friend’s untidy hair. “Alright, you win. Da beach bar it is, Yuge’.”
“Okay, Jou. I’ll see you there tonight at eleven okay?”
“Okay, see ya buddy.”
Jou left the office, towel thrown into his hands by a bus boy.
“What da hell was dat for, Peter?”
“Shut up, Jou, I’ll slap you.” A thin teen stated, hands on his hips.
“Whatever.”
“Table 55 wants their check. They complained to me, again.”
“Did ya play the ‘No comprende’ act?”
“Yeah, but Shizuka caught me.”
“Heh, guess my sis got the family charm.”
Peter shook his head, black hair falling into his eyes.
“Sure, Jou, sure.”
Silently the friends parted ways, Jou flinging the staff door open. He walked to his tablet, a man angered from the horribly slow service.
“I want to speak to your manager, now!”
Jou sighed under his breath, walking towards the staff holding again. Yuugi surely wouldn’t fire him for another complaint. Or would he?
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Atemu walked into his condo, shared with his mother and father. Silently, he toed off his boots, edging towards his bedroom. His mind raced with thoughts amongst fear. He wanted to avoid ‘him’ at all costs.
‘Let the goods be with me today.’
Sadly, said deities ignored his futile needs.
“Atemu.”
He froze in mid-step. His eyes closed quickly, hands clenched into fists.
He didn’t need a lecture from ‘him.’
“Home alone, again?”
The voice echoed through the drums of his ears, sinking coldly into his icy heart.
“Yes,” he replied.
Atemu’s father shook his head, arms crossed defensively.
“Are you even trying? Or are you acting homosexual again?”
Everyday, the man pulled this act. Alcohol clung to his father’s breath, proving the man’s drunken state.
‘It’s barely seven in the evening and he already dove into the vodka.’
“Look, I don’t have time for this, father. I’m going to do my homework.”
Atemu shut his bedroom door, locking it behind himself.
Tears clung to his sooty black lashes. Another day of disappointing his father.
“No one likes me at all.”
He sunk down onto his knees fighting the fear and depression of being alone and ruining his outlook upon his father.
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Eleven struck instantly. Yuugi found himself locking the doors at ‘Twilight Grill.’ Sweat clung to his body, the early summer heat plaguing his exhausted boy and mind. Wiping perspiration from his brow, Yuugi walked towards his car, mace settling in his back pocket. After a few run-ins with muggers, some desiring more than money or expensive possessions. Yuugi, despite Jou’s futile attempts of body guard service decided to carry a can of mace permanently. So far, the defensive weapon had yet to be used despite drunken fun involving tequila drunk Jou and Honda. It was quite amusing. To Yuugi at least.
He slipped into the comfort of a red Ford Ranger pick-up. Needless of his paychecks, the man insisted upon driving this aged raggedy vehicle. Everyone wondered why Yuugi held such an attachment to this rust bucket.
Undeniably, Yuugi’s truck held great memories. He had gotten the truck during his teenaged years. It simply held sentimental value.
Yawning suddenly, the twenty-one-year-old pulled through the roads, merging onto a refurbished highway. Quickly he sped through the fast lane, dodging cars endlessly. Time quickened in speed. Hour of eleven dissipating into midnight.
“He’s going to think that I turned him down again.”
Minutes late on the outskirts of Newport Beach, Yuugi found himself present in the glory of the ‘Beach Bar.’ A place for all beach goers and their surfboards. Drinks of every variety, bar-top games containing NC-17 images and live music. These were the various things Yuugi found entertaining.
Whistles echoed through the building upon entrance. Being Friday, there were more people than usual. Cat calls followed Yuugi to a vacant table.
Apparently he wasn’t later after all. Situating himself in the chair, the man ruffled his untamable hair, smiling softly in retreat from cranky customers. Yuugi waved down a waitress, a woman less than twenty-four. Blonde hair hung in her face, curling endlessly. Her bosom enhanced by flashy tight clothing. Dark amethyst eyes completed her seductive appearance.
Smiling in complete boredom, the woman stepped by Yuugi’s table, pad and pen in hand.
“Hey there, Hon. what can I get for you tonight?”
Her voice was smoother than velvet, gliding across her tongue in less than innocent matters of meaning. This woman could seduce a frog if she tried hard enough.
“Have any drink specials for today?”
“Yes we have-” She halted in mid-sentence, face reddening and filling with glee from the man’s voice.
“Yuugi Paravelle. When the hell is the last time you’ve shown your face in this place?”
She smirked, dropping the polite façade. Her seductive, playful nature took form, voice heightening to a low purr.
“Probably six months. Work has been hell lately.”
“Come off it, little man. Jou tells me you have turned down every opportunity to relax here.”
The term ‘little man’ appeased Yuugi greatly. His genetics faulted in the height department. In his mind, five feet wasn’t short. It was considered ‘vertically challenged.’
“You try maintaining one of the finest restaurants in town.”
“Whatever, Yuugi. I just wish you would give Jou a chance. He would take great care of you.”
Once again, the woman angered him. He and the waitress knew each other for years. She constantly mocked him over Jou’s obsession with himself.
“Mai, I’m not gay. Stop insisting on this madness. Can you please bring me a drink?”
Mai ruffled the man’s wild hair. “You know grandpa believes me on your preferences of dating. Hell he already believes that you’re a hermit. You haven’t been the same since Anzu left for New York last year.”
He wasn’t able to take this. Mai knew everything about him. She knew his every weakness. Family and the past never settled well.
“Can I have a monster with Grenadine and Limoncello?”
A smirk crossed her graceful features. “I thought you would never ask. She snapped her fingers, signaling a younger waitress over, carrying a beverage in hand.
“Monster mixed with grenadine and Limoncello?”
“Hum, thanks.” Yuugi took the drink, tipping the lady as she smiled and departed. He drained the contents of his glass instantly. Mai shook her head, blonde curls flinging in motion.
“Enjoy your exotic drink, Yuugi. I’m sure grandpa wants you home at a decent time.”
The man fell back against his seat, eyes narrowed in insult.
“Mai, don’t start this crap again. I’m here to relax. Grandpa knows I am responsible.” He sat his empty bucket glass onto the tabletop. “Besides, he can’t order me around. I’m an adult for freaking sake.”
“Sure, Yuugi. So are you going to hang out with Jou? I think he wants a night on the town with you.”
Rolling his eyes, Yuugi retorted in a clipped voice. “Jou isn’t my type. Even if I wasn’t straight, Jou wouldn’t be my lover.”
“So you aren’t into Jou’s type?” She cocked her head to the side, observing said blond. “Personally I wouldn’t date him either. However, he still adores you, Yuugi.”
Yuugi didn’t reply, eyes squinting into the distance. Something captivated his dormant desires. His heart pounded heavily in his chest, mind buzzing from the light content of alcohol.
‘It has to be the lighting. I’ve never felt this insane surge of desire.’
His vision focused, locking onto a pair of vibrant ruby eyes.
Infatuation forced an undesirable bond between these two people. Butterflies fluttered in Yuugi’s stomach. Captivated by an unusual set of eyes boggled his mind.
He fell limp in his chair, legs retaining the consistency of jelly. Nothing other than the person with ruby eyes mattered.
Mail noticed her friend’s ignorant claim of staring. She turned to the side, gazing at the person of Yuugi’s sudden desire.
‘And he claims he’s completely straight.’
Silently she abandoned her friend, heading towards the bar.
Jou took notice of his friend’s presence. A smile crossed his features as he ruffled his friend’s hair.
“Yuge’ ya made it!”
“Yeah.”
He continued to stare, a small smile gracing his features. Jou wasn’t in his current thoughts. His body heated itself upon lust for those crimson ruby eyes.
Noticing Yuugi’s lack of conversation, the blond met Yuugi’s point of view, finding said eyes.
“Uhm, Yuugi, it’s considered rude to stare.”
“Shut up, Jou. I don’t care if I am.”
‘This isn’t how Yuugi acts. Even with alcohol in his system.’
Yuugi smiled contently at the person’s confident stare. Moment’s later ruby irises locked onto those of innocent violet.
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Atemu sat idly in the center of ’Beach Bar.’ His friend dragged him to the damn Re forsaken bar.
His birthday inched closer by the day. He would be twenty the day after tomorrow.
His friend insisted upon celebrating two days in advance. Bakura was very, very persuasive.
A man with spiky white hair leaned against the table, brown eyes narrowed. A smirk crossed his demonically pale face.
“Relax, Atemu. This is your birthday celebration.”
Said teen rolled his eyes. “How is this entertaining? I can’t even drink legally.”
Would you shut the fuck up? You can easily pass off as twenty-one.”
The Egyptian teen crossed his arms. “I can’t. I will not become what my father has.”
It’s statements such as these that make me hate you so fucking much, Atemu.”
A smirked crossed Atemu’s face as he replied, “And I you, Bakura.”
Playful banter ceased as warmth coursed through Atemu’s body. His mind filled with haze, scattering through his thoughts. His heart pounded, blood pulsing through his body and ears. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, heightening every sense. A faint desire plagued his mind in direction of vibrant violet pools of light.
The emotions increased, desire rushed. This feeling, recognized, instantly brought fear and joy to Atemu.
‘It will be an immediate attraction towards one another.’
A smile crossed his features as he stood up.
‘I’ve finally found my fighter.’
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To be continued….
Limoncello: Italian liquor that tastes like lemon. It tastes better if mixed with another drink.
There is chapter one. Sorry it’s so long. I’ve realized that this story will be long in chapters.
Summary: Atemu is a part of a strict family full of fighters. He is the first to be born as a sacrifice. He is looked down upon by others due to this. He finds himself in a bind once he discovers his fighter is male. In a world where fighter and sacrifices are male and female teams, Atemu stands up to society and his family with a fighter who knows nothing about ‘their’ world. Yuugi finds himself a part of a world of destined fighting teams only with no knowledge of any fighting ability. His partner loathes his very existence. Can they overcome their differences and find a balance?
Main pairing: Yuugi x Yami
Because I don’t want people complaining this is definitely an Alternate Universe fanfic. There will be shounen ai and yaoi relationships mentioned throughout this story. Excessive language, depression, and death will be a part of this as well.
The idea for the story is inspired mostly by the super special awesome manga and anime ‘Loveless,” and the Dance Dance Revolution song “Butterfly.”
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh!, Loveless, or the song, Butterfly.
I’ve been working on this idea and story for over a month. Due to management training at work, summer school, family issues, and birthday, I’ve been only able to just now post this.
This story is dedicated to my boyfriend Corey and my best friend Kathy. Thank you both for being there when I needed support and ideas.
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Chapter One
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“Alright class, break down into groups of four. We will begin defensive spell training. Remember fighters, obey your sacrifice and attack!”
A horde of young adults grouped together in a typical high school gymnasium. Bleaches lined the centered walls, shining hardwood floor covering every inch of a basketball court. Cries of defensive charms echoed through the amphitheatre stylized gym. Delighted smiles graced young faces, couples of men and their female counterparts, clasping hands engaged in battle. However, one lone teen sat among backpacks stacked lazily in the bleachers. He held a Nintendo DS in hand, fingers punching button after button. Bright maroon eyes focused upon the screen. Gravity defying spikes of tricolor hair covered his head, blond dangled within his face. He paid little attention towards the spell practice and his bumbling professor.
Said man cocked his head sideways, finding sight of his diverted attention. His eyes rolled in agitation in response.
“Atemu! What the heck are you doing, boy?” Solomon Paravelle shouted, observing the teen’s actions.
“Playing Final Fantasy on my PSP.”
Stated blandly by Atemu, the professor narrowed his eyes in usual fashion. Atemu’s bored antics were not unusual. He came up with any type of excuse in order to play some sort of video game.
“Atemu, you’re breaking the rules of this class, again. How many times must I tell you to pay attention?”
Red eyes shifted from the video game, meeting those of the elder man.
“Plenty, what does it matter? I don’t have a fighter and I’m a sacrifice.”
Paravelle listened to Atemu’s excuse again. Everyday the teen came up with some reason for ignoring the teachings of Professor Paravelle. However, everything returned to topic of Atemu’s non-existent fighter.
“Mutou, we’ve had this conversation last week. It is your responsibility to find your destined fighter. I cannot track her down for you.”
“I know you can’t, Professor. It’s just- I’m tired of waiting for her.
Paravelle sighed heavily. He knew exactly what Atemu desired. Every week the teen pulled this act. He received the same answer no matter how many times he asked.
“If fighter’s appeared out of thin air, there wouldn’t be any reasoning for this school, Atemu. Fate has its own methods pertaining fighters and their sacrifices. Your fighter will reveal herself sooner or later.”
Annoyance buzzed at the back of the student’s mind. He attended this secret society of his college due to his family heritage. Atemu descended from countless fighters. Yet, for the first time in over a century, The ‘Mutou’ family found themselves with a sacrifice. His mother didn’t mind the sudden change in status for their family. However, his father was different.
As the only male and heir to the Mutou family, he was expected to honor the bloodline with an heir qualified as a fighter.
Impatience and annoyance took firm control over his father as classes became mandatory in his college days.
‘The interaction between fighter teams speeds up the process in enables a sacrifice the knowledge capable of locating their fighter.’
‘That stupid fact has been smashed into my mind since childhood.’
Atemu cocked his head to the side, observing his professor with curiosity.
“I understand, Professor. There isn’t relevance to my continuous presence in this school. I don’t fight nor do I wish to.”
“That’s true, Atemu. As your father wishes, it is best for you to learn in case of emergency. After all, you will enjoy the presence of your fighter more than ever if you hold some sort of understanding of their fighting style.”
“Whatever you state, Professor Paravelle.” It’s rare that a male is the sacrifice, isn’t it?”
Paravelle chose to ignore the statement, turning his attention elsewhere.
“All right, everyone! That is enough for today!” Eyes drifted towards Atemu, expressions mixed amongst disgust and pity floated through the room, leaving Atemu as the center aspect for attention.
Silently, he gathered his things, jumping down from the bleachers in complete haste. Apparently, even down the oven teenaged boys suffer from sudden mood changes.
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“Great job today! I think we’ll actually be able to take down the other teams this year, Shizuka!”
A ten with large unusually styled hair leaned against a wall, smiling fondly at his sacrifice. A girl with auburn hair blushed, pushing hair behind her ears.
“Honda, you’re too headstrong. You know what happened last year when we fought in the annual battle. It’s impossible for us to battle until we are full-fledged fighting teams.”
“Always the voice of reason, darling.” Honda stepped away from his perch, wrapping his arms around her waist. “No wonder you’re the love of my life.”
Atemu scowled from his point of view. Barely edging into the school’s courtyard and he managed to find this display of affection. He held a grudge against love due to his lack of fighter, love from his family. His mother was his caregiver. No one else cared.
‘Why the hell can’t I find my fighter?’ He thought sadly.
Silently he proceeded from the courtyard, dragging his feet across the pavement. His emotions flared at the thought. His father wondered if the boy simply enjoyed being alone or if he was gay.
‘Gods, I’m not gay. I know that much. But at the least, I know some forms of magic and fighting.’
Rolling his shoulders, the teen walked away, eyes downcast. Everyday consisted amongst this exact ritual. Eyes downcast, mind split from reality. His senses widened, allowing the aura of fighting teams to flow through. Few traces amongst crowds consisted with anything alluring. Rarely fighters showed themselves or allowed others to greet their presence. Territory and possessiveness bound the fighter’s direct personality down to DNA. Many found these traits common. However, Atemu simply wondered if his fighter realized the truth behind her identity and chose to conceal it from others. Along with these thoughts, he gazed into his memories, reliving the words of his professor claimed to expose one’s fighter.
“The attraction is instant. You will love the person at first sight. Your heart will pound fiercely and you will fall captive to this person’s appearance. That is how it affects a fighter and sacrifice. Love is already bound between the couple.”
Blinking, Atemu sighed softly, continuing his trek home. Another day passed without a fighter. He truly understood what others felt when living alone in the world. Solitary confinement wasn’t meant for him.
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Soft melodious music floated peacefully through the room, track lighting reflected across sparkling champagne glasses, adding depth to the fancy appeal. Dozens of tables lined the walls, each full of guests. Soft bouts of chatter echoed through the tables, glasses of imported wine poured. A young man smiled thoughtfully, passing each table in complete rounds. Thankful comments met his appearance with colorful profanity. Little affected his attitude. After all, the hospitality business often ran into bouts of trouble concerning the general public.
Quickly the man walked away, heading towards the office. The day droned onward, causing utter boredom for this manager. Yuugi fell into his hair, eyes closed in exhaustion. Another customer complained over the newly hired trainee. The man didn’t understand the meaning of quick service. He’d have to find another replacement amongst the stacks of resumes and applications.
“Another bratty teenager. Another mistake on my part.”
Yuugi’s voice, hoarse, in futile attempts of apologies cracked suddenly. A burning sensation flowed through his eyes. Bright lighting tampered with his contacts.
“Damn it. I’m going to need glasses again.” He muttered, glancing quickly through a stack of inventory forms.
“You sure you want to drag out those dated spectacles of yours?”
A voice broke the silence, grabbing the manager’s attention.
Violet eyes rose, meeting those of amber. A blond stood confidently in Yuugi’s office, smirking silently.
“Shut up, Joey. You know I’ve always been a geek. Glasses fit the role even better.”
“Yeah, yeah, Yuge’.” He leaned against the wall. “I came to check on ya. I wanted to know if ya were okay. You’ve been here all day long without a moment of peace. I think ya need a night on the town, buddy.”
Yuugi ignored his friend’s suggestive hints behind his comments. The blond always crushed over Yuugi in their high school days.
“Jou, why do you always attempt to hit on me? You know I don’t find you attractive in THAT way!”
Eyes rolled in annoyance. The playful demeanor fell, revealing a disappointed man.
“Why do you always assume that I want to hit on you every chance I can? Hell, I just want to take ya clubbing tonight.”
The manager felt little guilt concerning Jou’s accusations.
“Maybe, that’s because you felt me up in the store room during shift change? Seriously, I just need some rest. Partying isn’t my cup of tea anyways.”
Jou shot his friend an incredulous stare. Yuugi managed to remember everything. Apparently, this was seen as an excellent quality amongst his past girlfriends and even Jou himself.
“I’m not asking for ya to give up your job or hatred of wanting to date me. All I want to do is take my friend out for a few drinks.”
Yuugi scrunched up his face, eyes narrowed deep in thought.
“One condition. We don’t go clubbing. We go to the beach bar down on Ocean Avenue for a few drinks and some live music.”
‘Heh, my charm always pays off.’
He managed a sigh, ruffling his friend’s untidy hair. “Alright, you win. Da beach bar it is, Yuge’.”
“Okay, Jou. I’ll see you there tonight at eleven okay?”
“Okay, see ya buddy.”
Jou left the office, towel thrown into his hands by a bus boy.
“What da hell was dat for, Peter?”
“Shut up, Jou, I’ll slap you.” A thin teen stated, hands on his hips.
“Whatever.”
“Table 55 wants their check. They complained to me, again.”
“Did ya play the ‘No comprende’ act?”
“Yeah, but Shizuka caught me.”
“Heh, guess my sis got the family charm.”
Peter shook his head, black hair falling into his eyes.
“Sure, Jou, sure.”
Silently the friends parted ways, Jou flinging the staff door open. He walked to his tablet, a man angered from the horribly slow service.
“I want to speak to your manager, now!”
Jou sighed under his breath, walking towards the staff holding again. Yuugi surely wouldn’t fire him for another complaint. Or would he?
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Atemu walked into his condo, shared with his mother and father. Silently, he toed off his boots, edging towards his bedroom. His mind raced with thoughts amongst fear. He wanted to avoid ‘him’ at all costs.
‘Let the goods be with me today.’
Sadly, said deities ignored his futile needs.
“Atemu.”
He froze in mid-step. His eyes closed quickly, hands clenched into fists.
He didn’t need a lecture from ‘him.’
“Home alone, again?”
The voice echoed through the drums of his ears, sinking coldly into his icy heart.
“Yes,” he replied.
Atemu’s father shook his head, arms crossed defensively.
“Are you even trying? Or are you acting homosexual again?”
Everyday, the man pulled this act. Alcohol clung to his father’s breath, proving the man’s drunken state.
‘It’s barely seven in the evening and he already dove into the vodka.’
“Look, I don’t have time for this, father. I’m going to do my homework.”
Atemu shut his bedroom door, locking it behind himself.
Tears clung to his sooty black lashes. Another day of disappointing his father.
“No one likes me at all.”
He sunk down onto his knees fighting the fear and depression of being alone and ruining his outlook upon his father.
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Eleven struck instantly. Yuugi found himself locking the doors at ‘Twilight Grill.’ Sweat clung to his body, the early summer heat plaguing his exhausted boy and mind. Wiping perspiration from his brow, Yuugi walked towards his car, mace settling in his back pocket. After a few run-ins with muggers, some desiring more than money or expensive possessions. Yuugi, despite Jou’s futile attempts of body guard service decided to carry a can of mace permanently. So far, the defensive weapon had yet to be used despite drunken fun involving tequila drunk Jou and Honda. It was quite amusing. To Yuugi at least.
He slipped into the comfort of a red Ford Ranger pick-up. Needless of his paychecks, the man insisted upon driving this aged raggedy vehicle. Everyone wondered why Yuugi held such an attachment to this rust bucket.
Undeniably, Yuugi’s truck held great memories. He had gotten the truck during his teenaged years. It simply held sentimental value.
Yawning suddenly, the twenty-one-year-old pulled through the roads, merging onto a refurbished highway. Quickly he sped through the fast lane, dodging cars endlessly. Time quickened in speed. Hour of eleven dissipating into midnight.
“He’s going to think that I turned him down again.”
Minutes late on the outskirts of Newport Beach, Yuugi found himself present in the glory of the ‘Beach Bar.’ A place for all beach goers and their surfboards. Drinks of every variety, bar-top games containing NC-17 images and live music. These were the various things Yuugi found entertaining.
Whistles echoed through the building upon entrance. Being Friday, there were more people than usual. Cat calls followed Yuugi to a vacant table.
Apparently he wasn’t later after all. Situating himself in the chair, the man ruffled his untamable hair, smiling softly in retreat from cranky customers. Yuugi waved down a waitress, a woman less than twenty-four. Blonde hair hung in her face, curling endlessly. Her bosom enhanced by flashy tight clothing. Dark amethyst eyes completed her seductive appearance.
Smiling in complete boredom, the woman stepped by Yuugi’s table, pad and pen in hand.
“Hey there, Hon. what can I get for you tonight?”
Her voice was smoother than velvet, gliding across her tongue in less than innocent matters of meaning. This woman could seduce a frog if she tried hard enough.
“Have any drink specials for today?”
“Yes we have-” She halted in mid-sentence, face reddening and filling with glee from the man’s voice.
“Yuugi Paravelle. When the hell is the last time you’ve shown your face in this place?”
She smirked, dropping the polite façade. Her seductive, playful nature took form, voice heightening to a low purr.
“Probably six months. Work has been hell lately.”
“Come off it, little man. Jou tells me you have turned down every opportunity to relax here.”
The term ‘little man’ appeased Yuugi greatly. His genetics faulted in the height department. In his mind, five feet wasn’t short. It was considered ‘vertically challenged.’
“You try maintaining one of the finest restaurants in town.”
“Whatever, Yuugi. I just wish you would give Jou a chance. He would take great care of you.”
Once again, the woman angered him. He and the waitress knew each other for years. She constantly mocked him over Jou’s obsession with himself.
“Mai, I’m not gay. Stop insisting on this madness. Can you please bring me a drink?”
Mai ruffled the man’s wild hair. “You know grandpa believes me on your preferences of dating. Hell he already believes that you’re a hermit. You haven’t been the same since Anzu left for New York last year.”
He wasn’t able to take this. Mai knew everything about him. She knew his every weakness. Family and the past never settled well.
“Can I have a monster with Grenadine and Limoncello?”
A smirk crossed her graceful features. “I thought you would never ask. She snapped her fingers, signaling a younger waitress over, carrying a beverage in hand.
“Monster mixed with grenadine and Limoncello?”
“Hum, thanks.” Yuugi took the drink, tipping the lady as she smiled and departed. He drained the contents of his glass instantly. Mai shook her head, blonde curls flinging in motion.
“Enjoy your exotic drink, Yuugi. I’m sure grandpa wants you home at a decent time.”
The man fell back against his seat, eyes narrowed in insult.
“Mai, don’t start this crap again. I’m here to relax. Grandpa knows I am responsible.” He sat his empty bucket glass onto the tabletop. “Besides, he can’t order me around. I’m an adult for freaking sake.”
“Sure, Yuugi. So are you going to hang out with Jou? I think he wants a night on the town with you.”
Rolling his eyes, Yuugi retorted in a clipped voice. “Jou isn’t my type. Even if I wasn’t straight, Jou wouldn’t be my lover.”
“So you aren’t into Jou’s type?” She cocked her head to the side, observing said blond. “Personally I wouldn’t date him either. However, he still adores you, Yuugi.”
Yuugi didn’t reply, eyes squinting into the distance. Something captivated his dormant desires. His heart pounded heavily in his chest, mind buzzing from the light content of alcohol.
‘It has to be the lighting. I’ve never felt this insane surge of desire.’
His vision focused, locking onto a pair of vibrant ruby eyes.
Infatuation forced an undesirable bond between these two people. Butterflies fluttered in Yuugi’s stomach. Captivated by an unusual set of eyes boggled his mind.
He fell limp in his chair, legs retaining the consistency of jelly. Nothing other than the person with ruby eyes mattered.
Mail noticed her friend’s ignorant claim of staring. She turned to the side, gazing at the person of Yuugi’s sudden desire.
‘And he claims he’s completely straight.’
Silently she abandoned her friend, heading towards the bar.
Jou took notice of his friend’s presence. A smile crossed his features as he ruffled his friend’s hair.
“Yuge’ ya made it!”
“Yeah.”
He continued to stare, a small smile gracing his features. Jou wasn’t in his current thoughts. His body heated itself upon lust for those crimson ruby eyes.
Noticing Yuugi’s lack of conversation, the blond met Yuugi’s point of view, finding said eyes.
“Uhm, Yuugi, it’s considered rude to stare.”
“Shut up, Jou. I don’t care if I am.”
‘This isn’t how Yuugi acts. Even with alcohol in his system.’
Yuugi smiled contently at the person’s confident stare. Moment’s later ruby irises locked onto those of innocent violet.
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Atemu sat idly in the center of ’Beach Bar.’ His friend dragged him to the damn Re forsaken bar.
His birthday inched closer by the day. He would be twenty the day after tomorrow.
His friend insisted upon celebrating two days in advance. Bakura was very, very persuasive.
A man with spiky white hair leaned against the table, brown eyes narrowed. A smirk crossed his demonically pale face.
“Relax, Atemu. This is your birthday celebration.”
Said teen rolled his eyes. “How is this entertaining? I can’t even drink legally.”
Would you shut the fuck up? You can easily pass off as twenty-one.”
The Egyptian teen crossed his arms. “I can’t. I will not become what my father has.”
It’s statements such as these that make me hate you so fucking much, Atemu.”
A smirked crossed Atemu’s face as he replied, “And I you, Bakura.”
Playful banter ceased as warmth coursed through Atemu’s body. His mind filled with haze, scattering through his thoughts. His heart pounded, blood pulsing through his body and ears. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, heightening every sense. A faint desire plagued his mind in direction of vibrant violet pools of light.
The emotions increased, desire rushed. This feeling, recognized, instantly brought fear and joy to Atemu.
‘It will be an immediate attraction towards one another.’
A smile crossed his features as he stood up.
‘I’ve finally found my fighter.’
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To be continued….
Limoncello: Italian liquor that tastes like lemon. It tastes better if mixed with another drink.
There is chapter one. Sorry it’s so long. I’ve realized that this story will be long in chapters.