Disclaimer: I don't own Yu gi oh; there now don't you feel better?
Note: This is the sequel to Rainy Day Weekend it isn't essential that you read that one first if you really don't want to, but it will give you a better starting point for this story.
Catching a Break: The Worst of Times
'A Tale of Two Cities' by Charles Dickens, the opening remarks of "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times" implied that there were always good things that offset all those rotten and depressing moments in life.
One bad thing snowballs into another bad thing and the next thing you know you're sitting in a musty library corner chair wondering what happened to your life. At least that's what I do.
I threw the book into my backpack grabbed my jacket off the back of the chair and stocked out of the library, ignoring the gaze of a trio at a table near the exit.
I walked along the sidewalk lost in my on dreary thoughts. Yami and I had been together for almost two years now and besides our relationship everything had gone downhill. Concerned for how people would react we had held off telling anyone about us. It wasn't until a few days after high school graduation when we finally broke the news to Grandpa, and he couldn't have taken it any worse. He screamed, cursed and said we were nothing short of back alley scum for acting in such a way towards each other. We left at the first opportunity, neither of us had seen or heard from him since.
After that crash and burn episode we didn't have any public displays of affection all summer. Scared out of our wits about repeating the experience it was the first week of college before we finally got up the courage to tell the gang. Thankfully they took it better then Grandpa. They said they were happy for us and that they were comfortable with us being together, but I soon learned they weren't. Ever hug, ever kiss, ever "I love you" shared between us anytime anywhere was met with a roll of the eyes, a sudden interest in the floor or a cleared throat. The breaking point for all that came about a month ago:
Sitting at a booth Yami's hand
slid into my own over the tabletop. "Yugi, Yami, wouldn't
you two be more comfortable doing that somewhere else?" That does
it! I slammed my other hand on the table and stood up, several
heads looked over, but I didn't care that I was attracting
attention. "No we would not, but it would obviously make
you more comfortable!" "Yugi, I didn't mean it like
that-" "Of course you did or you wouldn't have said
it you backstabber!" "All right, Yugi, now that was
uncalled for!" Tristan retorted. "You're right,
Tristan" Yami injected. "He should have added an 's' to
betrayer because that includes you two!" he shouted, pointing at
Joey and Tristan. "What?" "Friends are
supposed to be honest with each other about relationships!" I
continued. "We have been honest we said we're comfortable
with you two being gay." "And that is an outright
lie! Any blind idiot can see you three would be more comfortable in a
pit of rattlesnakes!" "You want us to be honest,
Yugi, than fine we think you being homosexual is sick, disgusting and
immoral!" Joey shouted. "Then consider this
friendship null and void!" I screamed and Yami and I stormed
We hadn't spoken since that incident but what was strange was that they didn't avoid me; in fact they seemed to go out of their way to be near me. They were always stealing glances at me in the lecture hall, at lunch they could be found staring at me from the next table over, and they always popped up in the hallways blocking my path, it was getting ridiculous. I jumped at a sudden noise before realizing it was cat that had leaped onto a garbage can. I shook my head Yugi, you are getting paranoid.
"Yugi, Yami, wouldn't you two be more comfortable doing that somewhere else?"Téa questioned.
That does it! I slammed my other hand on the table and stood up, several heads looked over, but I didn't care that I was attracting attention.
"No we would not, but it would obviously make you more comfortable!"
"Yugi, I didn't mean it like that-"
"Of course you did or you wouldn't have said it you backstabber!"
"All right, Yugi, now that was uncalled for!" Tristan retorted.
"You're right, Tristan" Yami injected. "He should have added an 's' to betrayer because that includes you two!" he shouted, pointing at Joey and Tristan.
"Friends are supposed to be honest with each other about relationships!" I continued.
"We have been honest we said we're comfortable with you two being gay."
"And that is an outright lie! Any blind idiot can see you three would be more comfortable in a pit of rattlesnakes!"
"You want us to be honest, Yugi, than fine we think you being homosexual is sick, disgusting and immoral!" Joey shouted.
"Then consider this friendship null and void!" I screamed and Yami and I stormed out.
I guess I shouldn't be so surprised with all the strain of everything it was amazing the men in white coats hadn't picked me up and locked me in a padded room. The loss of my friends hadn't just been painful emotional, but mentally as well. College turned out to be a lot more demanding then high school and we had had a study group going to help each other deal with the load. When that fell through I was reduced to many late nights at the library studying until my eyes hurt. I didn't want to study at home in case I bothered Yami; he had taken a job with a small company whose only job seemed to be to run to the beck and call of its CEO. Yami would always bring work home, spread it over the coffee table, and proceed to stare at it so intensely I was afraid to disturb him. Naturally this had made time for just me and him to spend together as a couple a very rare commodity. If he wasn't gone by the time I woke up, then I was a blur running out the door at seven in the morning with a quick "Bye Yami" and a piece of toast hanging from my mouth.
The weather seems to be in accordance. I thought, and pulled my jacket tighter around myself as the cold wind whipped on all sides. A cold frost glittered over everything, the sky was a constant shade of drab grey darkening on the horizon as the sun set giving the town a deadpan and frigid look, exactly the way my life felt.
But not tonight, tonight it was going to be just the two of us I didn't have any classes tomorrow and planned to spend it studying for a test the day after that. Yami promised no work tonight, just the two of us doing whatever we could think of without disrupting the neighbours. I couldn't help but smile as I went into the apartment complex. I met Yami half way up the second flight of stairs.
"Hey, Yugi, how was your day?"
"Hard, I swear the teachers had a meeting and declared it 'destroy Yugi day' if I wasn't being yelled at I was being giving another textbook to read, and those three are still at it, it's really starting to creep me out."
"Uh-huh," he answered with this far away look in his eyes.
:Earth to, Yami.:
"Oh sorry, Yugi, I was just thinking."
"Apparently, but I bet I can get your mind on something else."
"You have my undivided attention."
I grabbed him firmly by the arms, parted my lips and tilted my head to kiss him… and was caught by Mrs. Crumpet our wound up tighter than a rubber band in a model airplane landlady.
"No intimate displays of affection in the hallways!" She yelled before aiming her purse at us.
We jumped back from each other dodging the beaded bag of death, and threw our arms up in a signal of surrender.
"That's better," she said before stalking off to look for other offenders.
:How does she do that?:
:Simple,: I answered opening the door to our apartment:she's nuts.:
I dropped my backpack to the floor in living room with a loud thud and wandered into the kitchen looking for something editable that wasn't expired. I was stopped as Yami slunk in front of me and pushed me back so I was bent over the counter top.
"Now where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?"
"Hmm, refresh my memory."
Just then the phone rang, I growled in frustration as Yami got off me to answer it.
"Hello...yeah...of course...sure I'll be right there."
"Who was that?"
"It was Bob he needs me right away for some emergency that just can't wait until morning." Yami answered distractedly as he went to the closet.
"But why tonight, Yami?" I asked trying to keep the hurt out of my voice.
"It's just one night, Yugi, not an important occasion. I'll make it up to you, Yugi, I promise," he said curtly.
"Yeah sure," I replied sarcastically.
He turned around glaring at me suspiciously "what is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that I am sick and tired of you dropping everything to run to that self-centered, arrogant, brat of a boss. Since when do you take orders from anyone, Yami?"
"Since it gets food on the table," that stone look on his features told me I was skating on thin ice.
I took a deep breath trying to calm down I did not want this to develop into a full-blown argument, "please, Yami, I need you tonight."
"And you know what I need, Yugi, for you to quit being so needy!"
I was shocked into silence and Yami continued his tirade.
"I mean my Ra, Yugi, you are twenty years old and you still want me to hold your hand through everything!"
"I do not! I just want to spend some time with you, to help our relationship and I'm sorry if that's not a big priority for you!"
"Help?" He laughed harshly and it sent shivers down my spine. "You want to help? You know what you can do to help, you can actually invest in this backwater hole that we live in!"
"You spend all your time at that college working for a lousy piece of paper and doing whatever else at night!"
"For your information I spend my nights in the library studying! Something you wouldn't know anything about!"
He snorted "Yeah right. Yugi, that's what they all say." The door slammed behind him cutting off any hope of explanation.
The dam I had built up all day against my emotions broke; I slumped against the wall and slid to the floor letting the tears fall from my eyes.
After about an hour and a half of downing my sorrows until my throat was sore I went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed that I looked slightly pale. I hope I'm not coming down with something, the last thing Yami needs is for me to drag him down even further for a week or more.
I sat down on the couch hearing another spring pop out; I looked around our broom closet of an apartment with its paint chipped walls, squeaky floorboards and furniture all bought at yard sales for fewer than thirty dollars. We couldn't afford anything better on Yami's pay check. Yami's right I am just leaching on him, if he didn't have me to support he could do so much more for himself. I sighed as I pulled my textbooks out of my bag set them up of the wobbly coffee table and got ready for another all nighter, in the cold and empty room.
(End chapter 1)
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