[fic] Theme 012 "Cocktail Weiners", for 100_wangsts {遊☆戯☆王: Yami/Yuugi; PG-14}
I haven't done a personal entry since my last one...and that was to post a fic up as a Christmas present. Huh. *is so lazy*
Admittedly, this isn't one of the best ones I've come up with... >__>;
Written for 100_wangsts. This is theme 012.
Genre: Humour/Romance
Rating: PG-14
Pairings: Yami/Yuugi, mention of Seto/Jou and Bakura/Ryou
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: Yami learns the delight of a certain food.
Disclaimer: Takahashi-san owns Yuugiou.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Yami somehow gains a body again.
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He was sulking in a corner.
It was...unintentional, per se, and only natural that his partner hung out with his friends, but he did feel a little lonely...
In a party, no less.
“Yami,” a voice intruded his brooding private thoughts. He frowned at the newcomer; what was he doing here?
“Kaiba,” Yami acknowledged, nodding.
“Shouldn’t you be...out there?” They were past formalities and Yami was glad they didn’t have to resort to small talk.
“I know I should be with Yuugi at this moment, but I can’t bring myself to mingle in the crowd,” he ran a hand through his wild and untameable hair, letting his frustration escape.
Seto nodded in an understanding sort of way, again surprising Yami at the change in behaviour. Ever since he had successfully gotten past his ego and personal walls and let Jounouchi Katsuya into his life, Seto seemed like a different person. Mokuba was ecstatic, in finally seeing his big brother settle down with such a nice boy and not working overtime as often anymore; to him, Jounouchi was another big brother he could pester when Seto wasn’t available.
“I can relate,” he said slowly, also running a hand through his own brown strands. “I don’t know how they talked me into this, but in the end I caved in and gave them what they want...even though I never wanted it in the first place. Why do people make such a big fuss out of the holidays? What’s wrong with just celebrating with your family?”
Yami chuckled. “When you have Jou in your family, it’s kind of hard to not string along everyone else. You know how big he is on friendship...even though he doesn’t talk about it constantly.”
“I guessed as much, but I was hoping otherwise anyway,” Seto sighed. Beckoning two of the many servers over, he was pleased that one tray held Jounouchi’s favourite, and the other sported wines. He plucked up two of the glasses and offered one of them to his companion.
“What is that?” He stared at the multiple wooden sticks that stood erect on the plate as he accepted the wineglass.
Seto took a sip of his red wine before answering. “This, Yami,” he smirked, glad that he could teach the ex-Pharaoh something new (and then rub it in his face later), “is food-”
“I know that,” he snapped, irritated at the other’s tone.
“I wasn’t finished. The yellow part’s pineapple and the reddish part’s the sausage. People often prepare this dish for parties, because it’s easy to make and quite...enjoyable.”
“Why would you know so much?” Yami asked quizzically. It never struck him that Seto Kaiba was a kitchen person.
“Because this,” he replied haughtily, “is Jou’s favourite dish and he practically threw a temper tantrum when I almost forgot about it.” He rolled his eyes at the memory, but the slight hint of a smile was there. “That, and Mokuba would also kill me if I didn’t order the chefs to prepare this.”
Yami raised an eyebrow.
“Come to think of it, I think a lot of people really like eating this. I’d better have another dish ready in case everyone else ate all of it... I’d hate to have a cold bed tonight.”
“Kaiba, leave your bedroom tales to yourself, I don’t want to hear them,” Yami groaned, shaking his head.
“Suit yourself,” Seto smirked and turned to leave, but not before giving his last piece of advice: “Offer some to Yuugi. You’ll get smothered in love.”
Yami wisely put down the glass and made a note to not drink anything in this house tonight.
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“There you are, mou hitori no boku!”
He smiled at the energetic voice that accompanied the fierce hug. “Sorry I wasn’t with you earlier, aibou.”
“Well, you’re here now, so it’s all good,” Yuugi smiled cheekily and was rewarded with a chuckle. “Bakura almost cornered me when he found out Ryou and I had to kiss-”
“You had to what?”
“It was the mistletoe, mou hitori no boku, we couldn’t avoid it.”
Yami was silent, mind already floating, wondering to how he could put this ‘mistletoe’ to his advantage.
“-and Jou won’t leave me alone,” he pouted.
“Oh? I thought you enjoy Jou’s company?” Yami cocked his head to one side.
“I do, but it’s either Seto-this or Seto-that, and he was going on about his ‘good times’, and argh-” Yuugi groaned, a light blush dusting his cheeks. “I thought these things stay behind doors? Or better yet, locked?”
Yami laughed at how easily his partner was embarrassed. “Knowing them...they don’t abide by the rules.”
He was still shaking his head, slightly traumatized - probably too much detail, Yami mused.
“Offer some to Yuugi. You’ll get smothered in love.” Seto’s words came drifting into Yami’s mind.
He couldn’t think of any other way to distract his distressing aibou, so acting on impulse, he waved over an attendant and was delighted in finding those wooden sticks poking into the air.
“Aibou, would you like one?”
“Hmm?” Yuugi’s head snapped up, then a bright smile came over his face. “Ooh, yeah, I love this stuff!” He grabbed a few off the tray, and Yami was about to take some himself when he felt the entire package being stuffed into his mouth. His eyes widened as sweet pineapple juice squirted all over his mouth mixed with the not-as-sweet flavour of meat. Yuugi was grinning up at him.
Swallowing the food and the growl that threatened to escape, he plucked one from Yuugi’s hands and planted it smoothly on his lips. His mouth formed a ‘o’ at the suddenness, but the gesture was appreciated nonetheless. Eyes slipping close, he gently sucked on the sausage first (rather loudly, Yami noted in despair), then soaked the pineapple dry with a resounding smack of his lips.
“Mm!”
Yami twitched.
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 979
Authoress Notes: And I leave that to you to fill in the blanks. ;) Happy New Year, y’all!