A Means of Communication

Chapter 11: Touch

"Can you handle all those clothes by yourself?" Atemu questioned slyly, planting the sizable pile of expensive garments in Yugi's changing closet. The rock star's magnificent eyes were studying Yugi meaningfully.

Yugi nearly choked. "Y-yes, I think I can handle changing clothes by myself, thank you," he expressed, voice quaking.

Atemu exhaled a sigh of mock disappointment, eyes still dancing mischievously as Yugi shut the door. The average teenage boy's stomach was writhing excitedly.

For their date this time, Atemu insisted on buying Yugi new, "hot" outfits, and before Yugi could resist, they had found themselves in the middle of a large, very public, clothing store. Other shoppers wandered aimlessly between rows and racks of various expensive garments, unsuspecting that a world famous rock star was in their midst. Amazing what a large black hat, dark glasses and a long high collared trench coat could accomplish.

Yugi pulled on outfits one by one, stepping out of the cubicle to look at his horribly lanky body in the mirror and to let Atemu scrutinize him, which he did, very enthusiastically.

"It's a little tight..." Yugi observed, noticing how the clothing clung to him.

Atemu seemed to have caught onto this too. "It looks great."

Yugi felt the temperature rise in his face. His heart, it seemed, had gotten permanently stuck in between his ears. "I can't wear this in public, I look like you!" Yugi exclaimed, currently wearing a tight pair of jeans and black shirt.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Atemu commented, pouting.

"Its not but you can't want to date someone who looks exactly like you, do you?" Yugi asked.

"Please, Yugi," Atemu claimed, "Just because you're wearing a pair of pants that are similar to mine doesn't mean you look exactly like me."

He turned Yugi's head toward him and placed a hand under his date's chin. Even behind those glasses, the rock star's stare made Yugi's senses spin in dizzy circles.

"I could never have beautiful purple eyes like you do, and I certainly wouldn't want you to have my eyes. I like that you're different."

"Uh..." Yugi gulped. Their faces were once again very close together.

This was the date Atemu had been talking about. What had he said over the phone the other day?

"Your first kiss will be amazing. I'll make sure of it."

Yugi stopped breathing. Was this it? Was this the moment he would remember for rest of his life? Here in this clothing store changing room?

Atemu grinned and let go of Yugi's chin. "Perhaps a little later."

Yugi felt cheated. Atemu chuckled and gently guided him back into the cubicle again. "Try the black pants with that red shirt and that vest thing. I'll find something you'll wear if it's the last thing I do."

Hiding behind the protective walls of the changing cubicle, Yugi wiggled his way down into the pants and threw on the shirt and vest. When he emerged, he was horrified to find Atemu's the hat and glasses discarded on the floor and the rock star studying himself in the three-way mirror, playing with his hair.

"At- I mean, Yami!" Yugi cried, grabbing Atemu's arm and shoving him into a nearby changing room. "What are you doing?"

"What? The hat was itchy and it was only for a moment," Atemu said, scratching his head. "Sweet outfit, by the way."

"What if someone saw you?" Yugi questioned, anxiety catching up with him.

"Yugi," Atemu interrupted his date's panic soothingly. "It was very brief, I'm sure no one noticed and if they did they didn't get a very good look."