Disclaimer: Don’t own them.

Summary: 1st chap

Warnings: Yaoi Cussing

Couple: YamiYugi

Written By: Shino (AKA Demonluvr or Bitch Slap Love)

Inspired By: Fufufu . . . wouldn’t you like to know

Is ganna be really long cuz I’m trying to end this quickly cuz my fandom migrated from Yu-Gi-Oh to Naruto ;-; I’m never writing :counts on fingers: 6 . . no 7 multi-chap fics at a time. Thank god I’m down to 5 though.

Noise- is, well, a noise in the story.

Lyrics (centered) – people in story are listening/can hear it.

Lyrics (centered) - put in fer moi amusement. (AKA they can’t hear it)

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In The End

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Yami pressed a finger to his lips, signifying for Yugi to be quiet. As if the boy had been speaking in the first place. They had, successfully, hidden in the cave for about 5 hours before Yami spotted some of the royal army coming after them. It was two hours later and both were trying not to be found. Then again, Yugi kinda did want to be found.

The voices grew fainter when suddenly Yami’s phone went off.

Yami cursed loudly before Seto stepped before him glaring darkly. “Eh, heh, heh. Hi, Seto, dear.”

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Yami’s face was set in a firm pout, his arms were crossed, and he was sitting in his throne room. All of his chief advisors and such and such were sitting quietly in front of him, waiting for their king to start the meeting.

He took turns and glared at all of them. “Bastards.”

Thus, the meeting commenced.

Meetings, in this court, meant, shouting, cursing, throwing and the more-than-occasional fight, were always present. This one was no different.

In a matter of minuets, Marik had tackled one of his subordinates because he had insulted one of his ideas. No one moved to stop the fight and continued on. Yami stared at them blankly; he never really participated in these. Eventually someone would be the last one standing or talking and every time it would be Seto.

More people were bloodied by time the meeting wound down and Seto started talking in term less than half could understand. It sounded like he wanted to raise food prices and lower trading taxes. Suddenly everyone stopped talking and they once again turned to their king.

“Fine, whatever.” Yami spat still glaring.

Partying and drinking would ensue, now. Why? Because the hardest part of the year was now behind them –Then again they party after every meeting- and because the only sensible person in Yami’s court was Seto.

Finally, Yami slipped from the room and scurried to his room, closely followed by Yugi, who had been waiting outside the meeting.

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“Yami-sama? Nán warúi ka?” Yugi asked speaking his native tongue. (What’s wrong?)

“Eh? Nothing.” Yami replied burying his face in his pillows.

“Are you sure?” Yugi pressed, leaning forward slightly. Yami raised his hand and flicked his wrist.

Yugi sighed and stood, figuring his master wanted space.

Yami lifted his head. “Where are you going?” Yugi turned and looked over his shoulder. “To leave you alone?”

“Was that a question?” Yami quirked a brow.

Yugi paused and shifted uneasily. “Maybe?”

Yami chuckled lightly. “What’s with the questions?”

“I . . . Don’t know?” Yugi blushed and cast his gaze down.

Yami smiled softly and patted the spot next to him. Yugi sat down timidly. “You know what?” Yugi lifted his gaze and cocked his head to the side. “I like you, I think I’ll keep you around.”

Yugi’s blush intensified and he looked back at the ground. “Ah. Ah. I-I l-l-like you, t-too.”

Yami grinned. “Good.”

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. . . . :tries not to laugh: Yesh, welllllzz this is the last chap. :chuckle: Yea, hunting down a killing BAD. Yesh, despite how much I deserve it. It’s just that I figured that since my muses won’t talk to me, my fandom has changed, and it’s rude to just not ever update again, I leave you with this.

:cough:cough:

:awkward silence:

GAY BABBEH!

:sqeaks:runs away:

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