To Love You More
Title: To Love You More
Author: xXSimpleLove/Ve
Rating: T
Summary: Let me tell you a story about how music became more than just my job. It became my life, my love and my heart. It all started when I met a boy named Yugi.
Warning: Yaoi~ Yami/Yugi! Boy loves boy~ Don't read if you don't like~
Chapter One: xxsimplelove.livejournal.com/9832.html#cutid1
To Love You More
Chapter Two
To say I didn't panic would be an outright lie. The moment the boy became lifeless in my arms I had quickly began to fumble with his body looking around for anyone who could possibly help him. I knew the rain would have made it impossible for people to even see me on the side of the street but it didn't stop me from trying to get a car to halt. The boy's fever felt like it was getting worse and worse. I noticed the signal change so I had to make quick decisions. The plan was this:
Her name was Anzu. I knew she had a crush on me since the day I moved in. But then again, what girl in the world didn't gawk at the sight of me?
… Did that sound as cocky as I think it did?
Regardless, she hurried over to my side and stared at the boy in my arms with worry.
"I'll call an ambulance! He's burning up!" She said while feeling the boy's forehead. I had no idea why but I felt like tearing her arms off. I shook off the feeling. As she moved away I quickly grabbed her arm, shaking my head. I didn't have the breath to speak. I didn't realize until now how fast I was running.
"There's... no need... Just call... Ishizu..." I said in between breaths trying to fill my lungs with the very useful oxygen. She looked at the hand on her arm seeming a little dazed. I let go almost immediately. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Ishizu's number, tossing the phone to Anzu.
"Tell her... to come to Atemu's place." Anzu looked confused, but nodded quickly making her way back to her front desk.
I heard the elevator ding and I made my way up to my floor hoping that the boy would stay alive until Ishizu got here.
---
The boy was currently in my bedroom with Ishizu and a cold towel on his face. As awkward as it was I had to remove his clothes and replace them with dry ones. While I was changing him into my spare, silk pajamas I had gotten a good view of his body. He wasn't just fragile. He looked like a skeleton. I could see each and every one of his ribs. It was a little unnerving. Perhaps his parents starved him? Or maybe he was a runaway kid? I looked over to the boy's clothes hanging over a chair. He was wearing a white, worn-out hoodie along with a pair of simple, thin jeans. They couldn't have possible kept him warm in such weather. His shoes were also worn-out while the shoe-laces were tattered and he didn't even have socks. I frowned. It was either this boy was really poor or he was a complete idiot.
"Atemu," Ishizu called out, drawing me out of my thoughts.
"Is the boy alright?" I asked immediately.
"He's just exhausted. His body was tired and from the condition of his body, he's been out in the rain for... at least 4 to 5 hours. I'm surprised he only has a fever." I listened to Ishizu's diagnoses. What could the boy possible have been doing out in the rain for 4-5 hours?
Suddenly, the boy moaned and opened his eyes. They were just as empty as before. They seemed to have no destination whatsoever. But even though that was the case, the amethyst color of his eyes were so pretty. They were like two precious jewels just thrown onto his face. Suddenly his eyes opened wide and sat up quickly, only to grab his head in pain and lie back down again. Ishizu began to speak.
"Hello," she said in her calm, gentle voice. The boy's eyes widened and looked at Ishizu. He seemed to hesitate for a moment. After a few awkward seconds, he opened his mouth... and I heard his voice for the very first time.
"Hello... Where am I?" he asked his beautiful, angelic yet worried voice reaching my ears. Ishizu turned to face me yet my eyes did not leave his face. He was truly beautiful. His pale complexion and fragile form just... attracted my eyes so easily.
"Atemu... I must ask you to leave the room for a while. You know, doctor-patient confidentiality." She spoke like a true professional. I nodded.
"Sure, just come out when your done." I said. I saw the boy stiffen up at the sound of my voice. I decided to disregard his strange reaction and left the room.
---
After about 30 minutes Ishizu silently made her way out of the room and approached me with a rather distressed look on her face. I could tell she was fighting with herself. Her mind was probably thinking something along the lines of, 'Should I do the right thing? Or the smart thing?' Before she could stress about it more I decided to relieve her of her dilemma.
"What is it? You might as well just tell me," she looked at me with a blank stare at first before smiling and laughing gently.
"Should I be a professional doctor or should I be the gossipy friend?" I smirked.
"You should know what my answer is going to be." I replied. She nodded, amusement shining in her eyes. But that amusement didn't last long. Her concerned face was back almost immediately and it seemed she was still fighting with herself.
"The boy..." she started. I raised an eyebrow. I leaned closer to her.
"Is something wrong with him?" I asked in a curious, quiet whisper. She looked at me as if I asked a strange question. Her face soon turned into an amused one again. Talk about bi-polar.
"Why do you care? It's not like you, Atemu." My eye twitched and I stood up straight. She was right. Why did I care so much? I didn't know the boy. It would have been smarter to just call an ambulance and let him sign into the hospital. No, that would attract negative media attention to me. People would also know where I live. That'll be a drag. Yes... that's why I decided he should just rest at my place. Hospitals are too public. Yes, that's the reason! At that moment in time I had ignored it, but I knew my brain would have been slapping itself silly if it could. It knew I was lying to myself.
"Don't answer that question." she interrupted, "I don't need to know." She stopped for a moment, her eyes flashing with hesitation, "The boy..." I waited impatiently for her to continue.
"He's blind." My brain came to a halt. She continued.
"Even in his sleep his eyes should react to light. But it seems his pupils don't dilate nor do they retract." Even with this new information, as shocking as it was, I couldn't bring myself to react.
He was blind?
He couldn't see anything?
Maybe that was why he was about to cross the street. He couldn't see. But then... why would he be out on the streets if he was blind to begin with? According to Ishizu, he was out in the rain for 4-5 hours. If that was the case, how was it he DIDN'T get into an accident before he bumped into me?
I sighed.
It seemed this problem was getting bigger and bigger by the second. More and more factors were making it impossible to help the boy.
"What is he doing now?" I asked. Ishizu looked back towards the door she only just came out of.
"I told him to rest, but something tells me he's a very restless boy. He won't be staying in that bed for long." She sat down on the white grand piano bench that I had in the middle of the living room. Remember how I said I didn't have any interest in music? Well, I hold true to that. The piano technically isn't mine. It was my mothers. I had kept it for her sake even though I didn't have many memories of her. I knew she wouldn't have wanted me to throw it away. It was sort of a waste of space since I had no knowledge of how to play the piano. However, just because I never played it, I didn't forget to keep it dust free and tuned.
"So what are you going to do?" she asked. Ishizu seemed to be constantly pulling me from my thoughts.
"Well I can't kick him out in this weather. He'll have to stay here until I know where to return him to." I replied logically.
"You make him sound like some item Atemu." I frowned and glowered at her. She laughed at my poor attempts to scare her, "I'm just saying. No need to take offense to it." I huffed and looked back towards the room with the boy.
"Well, whatever you do, if you need my help again just call me. Oh, and here's your cell phone. The girl Anzu seemed to be treasuring this like it was some god. I still think she has a secret obsession with you." I glared at her again as she made her way out the main door and into the hall.
"Take care of the boy Atemu. I know your hardly human enough for that, but you know... you just need to give him the basics. Like... food? Water? Maybe a bit of hygiene would help him as well." She teased. I slammed the door in her face.
"Your welcome Atemu!" she said cheerfully.
I glared at the door until I heard a crash in the other room. I ran and burst through the doors to see the stranger on the floor rubbing his shin. I sighed. There were parts of the shattered bowl all around the boy, not to mention water. The bowl of water was there for Ishizu. She insisted that we had to keep replacing the wet towel on his forehead to bring down his fever. I really liked that bowl.
"Ah! I'm sorry! I d-d-didn't mean to break it! I-I-I'll clean it up!" He was about to reach for the shattered glass but I had quickly grabbed his hand and pulled his body towards me. I gently wrapped my arm around his waist and picked up his legs with the other.
"Obviously you didn't meant to break it. Just... Don't touch it..." I muttered, placing him on the bed. You can't blame me for being a little pissed off. The boy was being a hindrance to me. All this trouble and for what?
At that moment, it was a mistake to look at the boy's face. I wanted to be angry at him but he was making that an impossible feat with a face like that. He looked so ashamed and guilty. I sighed again.
"You'll... get hurt trying to pick up the pieces of glass. Just let me do it." I attempted to comfort. I inwardly sighed in relief as I saw the boy release that guilty, puppy-face. He looked down his cheels gaining a tint of red. I was wondering if his fever was coming back. I pushed his body back down on the bed and put the blankets over him.
"Stay in bed while I clean up the mess." He nodded quickly while looking at me. No... not looking at me. He was facing me. He couldn't possible be looking at me.
He was blind.
That fact kept slipping my mind. The boy seemed like he could tell exactly where I was. His eyes seemed to see more of me than most people do in their entire lifetime.
I picked up the glass pieces and walked back towards the kitchen to throw it away in the trash. As I walked into the kitchen Ishizu's words came floating back to me.
"Take care of the boy Atemu. I know your hardly human enough for that, but you know... you just need to give him the basics. Like... food? Water?"
I unconsciously looked in the cupboards for food. I had found a can of Campbell's chili soup. I sighed again. I seemed to be doing that a lot lately.
---
After having given him the chili, the boy and I had got to talking. He seemed very secretive as to where he came from. But I had gotten one bit of useful information out of him. His name. It wasn't a very common name. Yugi. His name was Yugi. Although I had not admitted it at the time, I thought it was a very unique and... beautiful name.
After he had finished eating, I had gotten a call from Kaiba insisting that I had to return to the office. He had already prepared an escort and I was to come immediately. Yugi had told me not to worry about him and that he would be fine. I was slightly worried about leaving him alone. What if he broke something again or... he slipped and banged his head on something? Yugi seemed to have been able to read my mind and insisted that he won't break anything again and that he would be "making himself familiar to his surroundings", whatever that meant.
When I reached the company's headquarters again, it turned out that Seto had found another suitable recruit for our company. Her name was Anzu Mazaki. I sighed as I came face to face with her. Her bright, blue eyes were shining as they came in contact with my own red ones. Seto began the introduction and said he had recruited her for dancing purposes. He said he had never seen a dancer quite like her and that we could really make use of her talent.
"You called me here for this?" I said irritated. Seto glared at me.
"Was it not you who said that every recruit must go through you before we make a contract with them?" I sighed. Anzu's eyes full of 'love' dimmed slightly.
"I'm sorry Atemu... I didn't mean to cause you any trouble." The moment I heard the name I felt my entire body freeze over. Seto turned to look at the girl with wide eyes, he then looked back at me with a questioning look. I didn't take heed of Seto's shock.
"Who... said you call me that?" I asked calmly.
"Oh... Well you told me that... I should tell the girl on the phone to come to your place. And... you said, your name was Atemu back at the condominium. I thought that would be your name so..." Before she could finish I grabbed the lamp on my desk and threw it against the wall while turning around to look at her straight in the eyes. My breathing became uneven. The room became silent. No... it didn't. I could hear the girl trembling. I could hear her suck in her breath.
"Nobody told you... I never gave you permission to call me that name..." I replied calmly. I took a deep breath and tried to relax myself.
"Call me that again and I assure you this contract," I began, while shoving the contract in her arms, "Is as good as gone."
I picked up the phone on my desk and dialed Mokuba's, Seto's younger brother, number.
"Mokuba, come here and take the new recruit. Make sure you make the terms of the contract clear to her."
---
After Mokuba had led the new recruit out of the room, I quickly made a grab for my keys and coat. I wanted to get back home and just get Anzu's image out of my mind. I had wanted to rip out her tongue and feed it to the fucking dogs. How dare she say my name? How dare she?
"And where do you think you're going?" Seto interrogated. Seto was hardly afraid of my rampaging moments anymore. He had seen it happen too many times. In fact, he was the victim of one of my rampages back in the day.
"I'm going home," I said calmly.
"How did she know?" He asked curiously, "And why was she at your place, Yami?"
"She knows because she had to call Ishizu. She wasn't at my place. She works at the front desk in my condominium. Thankfully, she doesn't anymore since she's going to be working at our company. Now I don't have to deal with her love sick eyes everyday." I spat. I put on my black leather jacket and shoved my keys into my jean pockets.
"Hmmm... I'll be sure to call you if we need you at the company again." He said.
Right as I was leaving I turned around.
"Don't call me. I won't pick up."
Author: xXSimpleLove/Ve
Rating: T
Summary: Let me tell you a story about how music became more than just my job. It became my life, my love and my heart. It all started when I met a boy named Yugi.
Warning: Yaoi~ Yami/Yugi! Boy loves boy~ Don't read if you don't like~
Chapter One: xxsimplelove.livejournal.com/9832.html#cutid1
To Love You More
Chapter Two
To say I didn't panic would be an outright lie. The moment the boy became lifeless in my arms I had quickly began to fumble with his body looking around for anyone who could possibly help him. I knew the rain would have made it impossible for people to even see me on the side of the street but it didn't stop me from trying to get a car to halt. The boy's fever felt like it was getting worse and worse. I noticed the signal change so I had to make quick decisions. The plan was this:
- Bring him to my condo and try to get his fever down.
- Call Ishizu and ask her to get her ass to my place as quickly as she could and heal the damn kid
- Find out who the kid was.
- Try not to panic and remain calm.
Her name was Anzu. I knew she had a crush on me since the day I moved in. But then again, what girl in the world didn't gawk at the sight of me?
… Did that sound as cocky as I think it did?
Regardless, she hurried over to my side and stared at the boy in my arms with worry.
"I'll call an ambulance! He's burning up!" She said while feeling the boy's forehead. I had no idea why but I felt like tearing her arms off. I shook off the feeling. As she moved away I quickly grabbed her arm, shaking my head. I didn't have the breath to speak. I didn't realize until now how fast I was running.
"There's... no need... Just call... Ishizu..." I said in between breaths trying to fill my lungs with the very useful oxygen. She looked at the hand on her arm seeming a little dazed. I let go almost immediately. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Ishizu's number, tossing the phone to Anzu.
"Tell her... to come to Atemu's place." Anzu looked confused, but nodded quickly making her way back to her front desk.
I heard the elevator ding and I made my way up to my floor hoping that the boy would stay alive until Ishizu got here.
---
The boy was currently in my bedroom with Ishizu and a cold towel on his face. As awkward as it was I had to remove his clothes and replace them with dry ones. While I was changing him into my spare, silk pajamas I had gotten a good view of his body. He wasn't just fragile. He looked like a skeleton. I could see each and every one of his ribs. It was a little unnerving. Perhaps his parents starved him? Or maybe he was a runaway kid? I looked over to the boy's clothes hanging over a chair. He was wearing a white, worn-out hoodie along with a pair of simple, thin jeans. They couldn't have possible kept him warm in such weather. His shoes were also worn-out while the shoe-laces were tattered and he didn't even have socks. I frowned. It was either this boy was really poor or he was a complete idiot.
"Atemu," Ishizu called out, drawing me out of my thoughts.
"Is the boy alright?" I asked immediately.
"He's just exhausted. His body was tired and from the condition of his body, he's been out in the rain for... at least 4 to 5 hours. I'm surprised he only has a fever." I listened to Ishizu's diagnoses. What could the boy possible have been doing out in the rain for 4-5 hours?
Suddenly, the boy moaned and opened his eyes. They were just as empty as before. They seemed to have no destination whatsoever. But even though that was the case, the amethyst color of his eyes were so pretty. They were like two precious jewels just thrown onto his face. Suddenly his eyes opened wide and sat up quickly, only to grab his head in pain and lie back down again. Ishizu began to speak.
"Hello," she said in her calm, gentle voice. The boy's eyes widened and looked at Ishizu. He seemed to hesitate for a moment. After a few awkward seconds, he opened his mouth... and I heard his voice for the very first time.
"Hello... Where am I?" he asked his beautiful, angelic yet worried voice reaching my ears. Ishizu turned to face me yet my eyes did not leave his face. He was truly beautiful. His pale complexion and fragile form just... attracted my eyes so easily.
"Atemu... I must ask you to leave the room for a while. You know, doctor-patient confidentiality." She spoke like a true professional. I nodded.
"Sure, just come out when your done." I said. I saw the boy stiffen up at the sound of my voice. I decided to disregard his strange reaction and left the room.
---
After about 30 minutes Ishizu silently made her way out of the room and approached me with a rather distressed look on her face. I could tell she was fighting with herself. Her mind was probably thinking something along the lines of, 'Should I do the right thing? Or the smart thing?' Before she could stress about it more I decided to relieve her of her dilemma.
"What is it? You might as well just tell me," she looked at me with a blank stare at first before smiling and laughing gently.
"Should I be a professional doctor or should I be the gossipy friend?" I smirked.
"You should know what my answer is going to be." I replied. She nodded, amusement shining in her eyes. But that amusement didn't last long. Her concerned face was back almost immediately and it seemed she was still fighting with herself.
"The boy..." she started. I raised an eyebrow. I leaned closer to her.
"Is something wrong with him?" I asked in a curious, quiet whisper. She looked at me as if I asked a strange question. Her face soon turned into an amused one again. Talk about bi-polar.
"Why do you care? It's not like you, Atemu." My eye twitched and I stood up straight. She was right. Why did I care so much? I didn't know the boy. It would have been smarter to just call an ambulance and let him sign into the hospital. No, that would attract negative media attention to me. People would also know where I live. That'll be a drag. Yes... that's why I decided he should just rest at my place. Hospitals are too public. Yes, that's the reason! At that moment in time I had ignored it, but I knew my brain would have been slapping itself silly if it could. It knew I was lying to myself.
"Don't answer that question." she interrupted, "I don't need to know." She stopped for a moment, her eyes flashing with hesitation, "The boy..." I waited impatiently for her to continue.
"He's blind." My brain came to a halt. She continued.
"Even in his sleep his eyes should react to light. But it seems his pupils don't dilate nor do they retract." Even with this new information, as shocking as it was, I couldn't bring myself to react.
He was blind?
He couldn't see anything?
Maybe that was why he was about to cross the street. He couldn't see. But then... why would he be out on the streets if he was blind to begin with? According to Ishizu, he was out in the rain for 4-5 hours. If that was the case, how was it he DIDN'T get into an accident before he bumped into me?
I sighed.
It seemed this problem was getting bigger and bigger by the second. More and more factors were making it impossible to help the boy.
"What is he doing now?" I asked. Ishizu looked back towards the door she only just came out of.
"I told him to rest, but something tells me he's a very restless boy. He won't be staying in that bed for long." She sat down on the white grand piano bench that I had in the middle of the living room. Remember how I said I didn't have any interest in music? Well, I hold true to that. The piano technically isn't mine. It was my mothers. I had kept it for her sake even though I didn't have many memories of her. I knew she wouldn't have wanted me to throw it away. It was sort of a waste of space since I had no knowledge of how to play the piano. However, just because I never played it, I didn't forget to keep it dust free and tuned.
"So what are you going to do?" she asked. Ishizu seemed to be constantly pulling me from my thoughts.
"Well I can't kick him out in this weather. He'll have to stay here until I know where to return him to." I replied logically.
"You make him sound like some item Atemu." I frowned and glowered at her. She laughed at my poor attempts to scare her, "I'm just saying. No need to take offense to it." I huffed and looked back towards the room with the boy.
"Well, whatever you do, if you need my help again just call me. Oh, and here's your cell phone. The girl Anzu seemed to be treasuring this like it was some god. I still think she has a secret obsession with you." I glared at her again as she made her way out the main door and into the hall.
"Take care of the boy Atemu. I know your hardly human enough for that, but you know... you just need to give him the basics. Like... food? Water? Maybe a bit of hygiene would help him as well." She teased. I slammed the door in her face.
"Your welcome Atemu!" she said cheerfully.
I glared at the door until I heard a crash in the other room. I ran and burst through the doors to see the stranger on the floor rubbing his shin. I sighed. There were parts of the shattered bowl all around the boy, not to mention water. The bowl of water was there for Ishizu. She insisted that we had to keep replacing the wet towel on his forehead to bring down his fever. I really liked that bowl.
"Ah! I'm sorry! I d-d-didn't mean to break it! I-I-I'll clean it up!" He was about to reach for the shattered glass but I had quickly grabbed his hand and pulled his body towards me. I gently wrapped my arm around his waist and picked up his legs with the other.
"Obviously you didn't meant to break it. Just... Don't touch it..." I muttered, placing him on the bed. You can't blame me for being a little pissed off. The boy was being a hindrance to me. All this trouble and for what?
At that moment, it was a mistake to look at the boy's face. I wanted to be angry at him but he was making that an impossible feat with a face like that. He looked so ashamed and guilty. I sighed again.
"You'll... get hurt trying to pick up the pieces of glass. Just let me do it." I attempted to comfort. I inwardly sighed in relief as I saw the boy release that guilty, puppy-face. He looked down his cheels gaining a tint of red. I was wondering if his fever was coming back. I pushed his body back down on the bed and put the blankets over him.
"Stay in bed while I clean up the mess." He nodded quickly while looking at me. No... not looking at me. He was facing me. He couldn't possible be looking at me.
He was blind.
That fact kept slipping my mind. The boy seemed like he could tell exactly where I was. His eyes seemed to see more of me than most people do in their entire lifetime.
I picked up the glass pieces and walked back towards the kitchen to throw it away in the trash. As I walked into the kitchen Ishizu's words came floating back to me.
"Take care of the boy Atemu. I know your hardly human enough for that, but you know... you just need to give him the basics. Like... food? Water?"
I unconsciously looked in the cupboards for food. I had found a can of Campbell's chili soup. I sighed again. I seemed to be doing that a lot lately.
---
After having given him the chili, the boy and I had got to talking. He seemed very secretive as to where he came from. But I had gotten one bit of useful information out of him. His name. It wasn't a very common name. Yugi. His name was Yugi. Although I had not admitted it at the time, I thought it was a very unique and... beautiful name.
After he had finished eating, I had gotten a call from Kaiba insisting that I had to return to the office. He had already prepared an escort and I was to come immediately. Yugi had told me not to worry about him and that he would be fine. I was slightly worried about leaving him alone. What if he broke something again or... he slipped and banged his head on something? Yugi seemed to have been able to read my mind and insisted that he won't break anything again and that he would be "making himself familiar to his surroundings", whatever that meant.
When I reached the company's headquarters again, it turned out that Seto had found another suitable recruit for our company. Her name was Anzu Mazaki. I sighed as I came face to face with her. Her bright, blue eyes were shining as they came in contact with my own red ones. Seto began the introduction and said he had recruited her for dancing purposes. He said he had never seen a dancer quite like her and that we could really make use of her talent.
"You called me here for this?" I said irritated. Seto glared at me.
"Was it not you who said that every recruit must go through you before we make a contract with them?" I sighed. Anzu's eyes full of 'love' dimmed slightly.
"I'm sorry Atemu... I didn't mean to cause you any trouble." The moment I heard the name I felt my entire body freeze over. Seto turned to look at the girl with wide eyes, he then looked back at me with a questioning look. I didn't take heed of Seto's shock.
"Who... said you call me that?" I asked calmly.
"Oh... Well you told me that... I should tell the girl on the phone to come to your place. And... you said, your name was Atemu back at the condominium. I thought that would be your name so..." Before she could finish I grabbed the lamp on my desk and threw it against the wall while turning around to look at her straight in the eyes. My breathing became uneven. The room became silent. No... it didn't. I could hear the girl trembling. I could hear her suck in her breath.
"Nobody told you... I never gave you permission to call me that name..." I replied calmly. I took a deep breath and tried to relax myself.
"Call me that again and I assure you this contract," I began, while shoving the contract in her arms, "Is as good as gone."
I picked up the phone on my desk and dialed Mokuba's, Seto's younger brother, number.
"Mokuba, come here and take the new recruit. Make sure you make the terms of the contract clear to her."
---
After Mokuba had led the new recruit out of the room, I quickly made a grab for my keys and coat. I wanted to get back home and just get Anzu's image out of my mind. I had wanted to rip out her tongue and feed it to the fucking dogs. How dare she say my name? How dare she?
"And where do you think you're going?" Seto interrogated. Seto was hardly afraid of my rampaging moments anymore. He had seen it happen too many times. In fact, he was the victim of one of my rampages back in the day.
"I'm going home," I said calmly.
"How did she know?" He asked curiously, "And why was she at your place, Yami?"
"She knows because she had to call Ishizu. She wasn't at my place. She works at the front desk in my condominium. Thankfully, she doesn't anymore since she's going to be working at our company. Now I don't have to deal with her love sick eyes everyday." I spat. I put on my black leather jacket and shoved my keys into my jean pockets.
"Hmmm... I'll be sure to call you if we need you at the company again." He said.
Right as I was leaving I turned around.
"Don't call me. I won't pick up."