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Yuuya cocks his head to the side, looking politely puzzled at Shouri’s disbelief (although that damnable glint in his eyes doesn’t exactly hide the fact that he is only moments away from laughing at him.)

“Well, it is Italian,” he says with an irresponsible sort of shrug, before he turns a dazzling smile at the sharply dressed hostess.  “Table for two?”

The hostess’ eyes momentarily turn glassy before she hastily responds with a bow and a slightly breathless, “O-Of course, sir.  Right this way!”

Yuuya turns that same smile on his companion and holds out his arm.  “Coming?”

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This is a bad idea, he’s supposed to lay low. This is only drawing attention to himself and to Sakaki - but refusing will only make a bigger scene, won’t it?

“It’s still not what you were implying–” Shouri cuts himself off when he watches the hostess seem to be mesmerized by Yuuya’s words. He hesitantly follows behind the other, suspicion plain on his face. “… What the hell was that?” He’s not taking that arm, nope, no sir.

This is way out of his comfort zone.

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Yuuya’s face is impeccably innocent as he turns to Shouri with just the smallest hint of polite confusion.  “What the hell was what?” he asks, tilting his head slightly to the side.  His façade would have been perfectly convincing if his laughing eyes didn’t give it away.

The proffered arm is still outstretched and Yuuya’s smile is endlessly patient as he continues to beam at Shouri. “Why don’t we go to our table, hm? We don’t want to keep our lovely host waiting.”

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“Yes, yes, very funny.” Yuuri rolls his eyes. He doesn’t let his grip on his duplicate’s wrist falter - he doesn’t know if the casual behavior is an act or not, and he can’t let someone interesting like this leave.

“Dealing with Sakaki-san and Yuugou-kun constantly sounds like a headache.” And he doesn’t have an opinion on the last one, but from what he’s seen and heard of Yuuya… He probably takes up the irritability for both of them.

“So you and the others’ all share this body. Great, fantastic. What about Academia? Or hell, what about the Bracelet Girls - there’s no way they’re in the same boat…” Right?

Forget the other counterparts, dealing with just himself is headache inducing.

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If Yuuri’s ears ring from a chorus of protests (‘It’s Yuugo, not Yuugou!!’) that rip through his head, he shows no signs of it and merely continues to smile with a sweetness that is utterly false.  

Yuuri, what are you doing? Do you even have a plan?

“Even Yuugou-kun has his moments,” Yuuri laughs, waving a hand to dismiss the voices in his head. The plan was always just one: enjoy the chaos. “At least it’s never dull.”

“Though, I’m not familiar with this ‘Academia’,” he says, carelessly shrugging, like he’s not aware that he’s potentially dropping an earth-shattering bomb on his doppelganger. 

 “And I never expected a double of mine would ever been so concerned over women and jewelry.  Tut, tut. How the mighty have fallen.”

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Yuuya briefly debates whether he can get away with pressing a gentlemanly kiss to Shouri’s hand but ultimately decides that that may be pushing it. Instead, he gives him his best smile, a blindingly sunny grin that makes it seem like Shouri is his unquestionably his favourite person in the world.

He skips ahead, just shy of dragging Shouri along with him, humming a merry little tune under his breath. They stop at the entrance of what is definitely not a normal person’s definition of ‘a lovely little diner’.  Once across the threshold, it is clear that there is nothing little about it with its wide, sweeping arches and deep, velvet drapes and crystal chandeliers–

“What do you think?” Yuuya asks against the elegant backdrop of live piano music, sounding utterly flippant about casually just strolling into a place that looks like the reservation line is four months long.

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“Wha–?!” Shouri doesn’t really have time to protest, and instead he just stumbles behind Yuuya, eyes wide in confusion and awe.

“You– You said little Italian diner, not one of the fanciest places in Maiami!” This is what he gets for going along with what seems to be a criminal version of his ‘role model’. He’s just staring at Yuuya, flabbergasted. What can he even say?

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Yuuya cocks his head to the side, looking politely puzzled at Shouri’s disbelief (although that damnable glint in his eyes doesn’t exactly hide the fact that he is only moments away from laughing at him.)

“Well, it is Italian,” he says with an irresponsible sort of shrug, before he turns a dazzling smile at the sharply dressed hostess.  “Table for two?”

The hostess’ eyes momentarily turn glassy before she hastily responds with a bow and a slightly breathless, “O-Of course, sir.  Right this way!”

Yuuya turns that same smile on his companion and holds out his arm.  “Coming?”

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Why, Yuuya laments to himself as he does his best to shake Yuuri off his tail, does everyone feel a need to chase me around?

He supposes he only has himself to blame, what with the whole hacking LDS and becoming a wanted criminal and making an enemy out of the either state—

Ever since then, he’s been having particular troubles with doing mundane things like go grocery shopping without triggering a city-wide alert to apprehend him.   (The worse part, perhaps, is that he rather enjoys the thrill of being chased and actually looks forward to it.)

But this is one chase he would really rather not have.

Yuuya abruptly pivots on his heel and dashes off, weaving erratically through the streets, but Yuuri keeps up rather well, much to his chagrin.  A shiver runs up his spine as he marvels at how he has never quite heard anyone say ‘hello’ with such menace.

“I suppose, ‘nice to meet you’, won’t suffice here, would it?” he asks sheepishly.

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The second Yuuya rushes off in order to leave him behind, Yuuri is ready. He keeps within distance of his newly found prey and playmate, positively loving the other boy’s erratic movement in the streets as he attempts to lose him.

He closes in on him when Yuuya actually takes the time to respond. Yuuri narrows his eyes at the answer, and his smile sharpenes into a baring of his teeth. “But you’ve already met me, so no, it does not. Try again.” 

“This could all be over if you told me how, you know?” That’s an absolute lie. He won’t stop unless he knows everything inside and out, until all of the information he wants is his alone. “Don’t keep it to yourself, Yuuya. I’ve heard secrets can be particularly stressful as time passes, and I would hate to see you in pain.”

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There is absolutely nothing ominous about that.  Nope, not at all.

Yuuya definitely does not feel a cold, bone-chilling shiver run down his spine. Little beads of perspiration dot his forehead as his overly gifted imagination begins to play out exactly what kind of pain he could find himself in. Vividly.

“I appreciate the concern, really,” he says, keeping his tone deliberately light, conversational even as he is doing his utmost to run for his life and sanity.

(Well, he could always just tell the truth, but nowadays he is finding himself rather allergic to truths.  Some things are just better off unknown.)

“But it’s entirely unnecessary!”

He puts on a burst of speed, running full tilt at a solid brick wall and kicking off against it, his body twisting into a graceful arch as he lifted himself up onto a nearby ledge, hoping to gain enough distance to escape.  

His heart is beating a nearly painful tattoo against his rib cage and his lungs are starting to protest.

But for some reason... he finds himself grinning.

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Signs of Insanity

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Yuuri doesn’t flinch at the vines slowly moving around them. He doesn’t care. Vines and thorns as he play things after all. He closes his eyes a little, content to be close to Yuuya right now. He had called him here, after all. They do need to spend time together. Since it will just be them soon.

“Neither am I,” Yuuri replies, just as quiet and calm. “But you kept me so nonetheless. I do hope you’re not asking for mercy or understanding. You gave me no understanding despite claims of love.”

It’s all to obvious how much Yuuya loves the others compared to him. That’s why they need to be gone. They need to vanish so he can see the light. He wants to be free now. Yuuto and Yuugo are allowed out so much and Yuuri is trapped. But no more. He will drag Yuuya to hell with him if he has to. 

“Tearing them from you is your punishment.” He smiles and closes his eyes. His precious Yuuya. All he wanted was to see the light like the others. Like Yuuya. It never had to come to this. “You’ll understand just how cold and alone I’ve been for so long. How it hurts every time you ignore me.”

Their white room is cracking and crumbling around them. Wanting to tear them apart, put barriers between them. Force them away from each other once more but Yuuri has been forced once too often. Never again. Not anymore. The vines tighten around them, still coiling around them, keeping them together against the will of their room. 

“I won’t let you ignore me any longer, dear Yuuya.”

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Yuuya continues to smile too, but it is far from the confident, showy grins that he bestows upon his audiences; all glam and glitz and entirely lacking substance.

This one is sad and gentle.  Regretful. And for Yuuri’s eyes only.

He should have seen it before.  In hindsight it is obvious, how the seeds of discontent sprouted and twisted inside of his counterpart’s heart.  How the shadow grew darker and darker with each time he was ignored in favour of one of the others.

Because even the creatures of the dark craved the warmth of the light…

…or perhaps that isn’t the truth.

Perhaps Yuuya had been wrong to think of Yuuri as their shadow, as their opposite. Perhaps Yuuri is softer, perhaps his heart is just as tender and breakable as Yuugo’s, just as prone to doubt as Yuuto’s.

Perhaps he just wants to be loved as Yuuya does.

“My Yuuri,” he whispers, his soft, possessive voice carrying easily over the deafening roar of the world as it finally shatters around them. Falling to pieces at their feet, one lie at a time, the white littering it like shards of glass and freshly fallen snow.  

“I see you now.”

And what is seen can never be undone.

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Yuuya actually pouts, crossing his arms in a way that is almost reminiscent of a child about to throw a tantrum. “What’s wrong with splurging once in a while?” he laments with a rather dramatic sigh as he puts his hand on his intangible chest. “I just wanted to spend a bit of quality time with my favorite counterpart. It’s tough, you know? Always being on the run, always looking over our shoulders. Never knowing when our past will finally catch up with us.”

He continues to gaze beseechingly at Yuuto, in a manner that would do any stage actor proud. “Please give me this, Yuuto. Give me one night… of eating premium wagyu beef starting at ¥30,590 per bowl.”

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Yuto actually growled at Yuya, eyes flashing. “Then eat it on your own time,” he snapped, crossing his arms. “What happened to this being my night of choices? I feel like what you just said made this all a sucker ploy to get me in control, talked into splurging, and then using it to cover your own ass when the others get upset.”

He turned away and started walking again, leaving Yuya to catch up. “And stop playing favorites. I don’t like when you do that and who knows if Yugo and Yuri really are sleeping or not? I said i’d go for something cheaper but if you want to eat there, then wait until you’re the one in control so you can actually taste it.”

There was a deep scowl on Yuto’s face as he stormed down the street, reaching up to tug the hood even lower to shade his eyes. The good mood that he had was ruined and he knew itd be a little before he burned off the churning anger and could even think about having fun. Heading to the park, Yuto passed into the trees and climbed up one, using it like a set of bars to swing around to burn off some energy before settling on a thick branch fairly high up in the tree.

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Yuuya’s exaggerated pout is replaced with a subtle frown that looks much more genuine for it.  This is not exactly the reaction he had been hoping for.

“Hey, hey, Yuuto. Yuuto,” he calls out, trailing after him like a lost soul—puppy.  Lost puppy. Yuuya heaves a sigh, rubbing his neck as he gives a helpless shrug, looking up at the night sky like it held all the answers.

Obviously, it doesn’t.

He’s not quite used to things not going his way, or to have Yuuto blow up at him either (spectacularly, Yuuri might have said).  Although this time, he admits that he might be a little bit at fault.  But all he really wanted to do was to cheer his grumpiest counterpart up.  Was it too much to ask just to see a smile on his face for once?

Yuugo was all guileless smiles and grins while Yuuri certainly did smile, even though it tended to give onlookers frissons of fear.

But Yuuto?

Ever-serious Yuuto who was always concerned with duty and responsibility and boring stuff.

Yuuya gingerly parks his body next to Yuuto, his expression helplessly apologetic.

“Yuuto, I didn’t. Uhm,” he mumbles, brokenly, for once not having all the right words. “Well...”

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Start The Circus

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Dennis laughs and leans back against the dressed. Yuuya is getting a little close wasn’t he? Not that Dennis has any problem with getting a bit close. He has no problems getting into personal bubbles. Yuuya is getting a little close for comfort, and with an obvious purpose in mind, but not enough that Dennis would take issue. Yet

“I might not say that,” Dennis says with a shrug. “Who knows who’s more my type and who’s not? Perhaps I don’t have a type. Maybe I’m just no interested at all. Don’t you think it’s possible I find something more important than a cute face?”

Or maybe Dennis just doesn’t believe Yuuya, or any other soul inside him, could ever be what Dennis wants. He doesn’t seem like the type to offer Dennis forever. 

“But you are very cute,” Dennis teases, leaning in a little, letting himself get dangerously close. “I will give you points for that. You remind me of Shiunin. You’re cute and pretty, but I’m pretty sure you’re a little devil too, hmm?” He smirks a little and tilts his head. “Probably just as keen to always have a terribly big lollipop in your mouth all the time.” 

He sighs and moves away again, gazing passed Yuuya at shadows. His silly Shadow Maker didn’t seem keen either. Poor Yuuya just wasn’t right.

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Although he’s obviously pleased with the compliment (cute is something that he can work with) Yuuya wrinkles his nose almost childishly at the comparison. At any comparison, really; he’s unique.  There isn’t anyone like him in the world, quite literally. (Except for the three others camping out in his cranium, perhaps.)

“There’s really nothing little about me,” he says instead, his voice suddenly low and the easy charm in his eyes darkening into something smouldering and intense.  He leans in, closing the gap that Dennis’ retreat opens up, ruby eyes locked tightly with blue in a way that demanded attention, demanded to be noticed.

“Maybe I am keen,” he says, soft and deliberate like a lover’s whisper, tilting his head up so their lips are practically touching.  “Maybe I just want to have something terribly big occupying my mouth?”

But in the next moment, the spell breaks, and he pulls back with a careless laugh, a teasing smile on his face like it had never left.  He moves away, crossing back to the other side of the room and plops himself into the chair that he is already thinking of as ‘his’ and crosses his legs primly at the ankle.

“Thirty-two minutes and twenty-nine seconds left,” he says without missing a beat.  “Why don’t we pass the time with a game?”

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Yuuri, on the other hand, looks utterly unperturbed (in fact, his eyes shine with wicked amusement and his grin only widens when his double smacks away his hand).  He’s never quite seen such an expression on his own face before, unused to being anything but impeccably in control.

“Did you know,” he says breezily, an almost musical quality in his voice as he carelessly blows past all of Yuuri’s questions, “That talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity?”

He leans in closer, drawing the other in with the hand that is still gripping his wrist.  When he was Yuuya, that vice-like grip had been an unshakable shackle, holding him prisoner to Yuuri’s interrogation.  But now, he has no intensions of escape.  Quite the opposite, in fact.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asks, deliberately pitching his voice to sound condescending. “Tut, tut. I never thought I would be so slow on the uptake. Are you sure your name isn’t Yuugo?”

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“…” Yuuri keeps his grip on his doppelganger’s wrist - perhaps it’s even tighter now. “Did you just compare me to that idiotic D-Wheeler?” If his double knows of Yuugo, and bothers getting the guy’s name right, then that means -

“So he and the Xyz one are in there too, hm?” He asks, ignoring that condescending tone in the other’s voice. “Forgive me for being skeptical - there’s only one soul here.” His expression is stoic as he gives his “captive” a once over. Aside from that white cape replacing his red one, they’re completely identical in appearance… It’s a bit unnerving. No kidding about insane, though. I don’t think I could handle three other people in my head, much less one.

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Yuuri smiles and it spreads across his face like the curve of a blade.  “Hm, maybe not as slow on the update as I thought,” he laughs and like the rest of his counterparts, absently ignores the indignant shrieking echoing through his head.  

“I would applaud, but,” Yuuri laughs carelessly as he gestures towards his entrapped wrist, looking far too pleased with himself than prisoner has any right to. “I seem to be a little caught up at the moment.”

He leans in, curiosity shining in his own eyes as he takes advantage of their closeness to examine his double’s face up close, peering almost unnervingly into his violet eyes.  “Only one of you in there?” he parrots with an eye roll.  “Sounds dull.”

After all, what could be better than having playmates that you can torment play with 24/7?

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Yuuya claps his hands together, beaming.  “Excellent. I know a lovely little diner, not too far from here, actually.” 

Of course he isn’t purposefully trying to keep Shouri as off-balance as he can. Of course not.   And if he is, hypothetically, he definitely isn’t cruel enough to enjoy the poor lad’s discomfort, or find the particular shade of red on his face rather fetching.

“Shall we?” Yuuya says smoothly, holding out an arm for Shouri to take.  As much as he tries, he can’t quite keep the glitter of mischief from his eyes.

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What an asshole. Shouri internally groans. He’s being played like a fiddle by this weird Sakaki Yuuya, and he’s falling for it and he’s unable to recover. Even still, he finds himself genuinely wanting this ‘date’ as much as he needs to act for it - it’s all an act, right? There’s no way that Yuuya would actually be interested in a weird guy like him who keeps saying things that would ring all kinds of alarms to other people.

“I suppose we shall,” Shouri forces a sheepish grin and takes the duelist’s arm. There’s not much else to say on that, huh?

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Yuuya briefly debates whether he can get away with pressing a gentlemanly kiss to Shouri’s hand but ultimately decides that that may be pushing it. Instead, he gives him his best smile, a blindingly sunny grin that makes it seem like Shouri is his unquestionably his favourite person in the world.

He skips ahead, just shy of dragging Shouri along with him, humming a merry little tune under his breath. They stop at the entrance of what is definitely not a normal person’s definition of ‘a lovely little diner’.  Once across the threshold, it is clear that there is nothing little about it with its wide, sweeping arches and deep, velvet drapes and crystal chandeliers--

“What do you think?” Yuuya asks against the elegant backdrop of live piano music, sounding utterly flippant about casually just strolling into a place that looks like the reservation line is four months long.

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Insatiable

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His back hits the cold of the concrete with a thud, heart pounding in his chest and adrenaline still rushing through his veins.  It feels like his heart is in his throat, trying to crawl out of his mouth, and there’s a high still singing in his body.  

Phantom had beaten him.  When Shun thought he had gotten a come back, had been close to the edge of defeat and struck back twice as hard, Phantom still came back.  He came back, knocked Shun down, and sent a thrill through his spine.  It’s still there, still coiling through his body, and Shun doesn’t even care that the Hiiragi girl has her father back or anything else about their deal.

There’s still an unanswered desire in his body.

“Phantom!” he shouts, getting up and duel disk still at the ready,  “One more time!”

He’s not done yet–no, he’s far from done.  He hasn’t gotten his fill, he’s only become more starved.  It’s itching at his body, and he’s not going to rest until he gets what he had pursued.

He’ll keep dueling until he gets it.

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Yuuya heaves a subtle sigh of relief and focuses on taking slow, shallow breaths to give the illusion that his heart isn’t still beating a mile a minute. That his hands aren’t trembling from their battle. Trembling.  That is definitely new.

Calm down, he reminds himself between each inhale and the next.  But it’s easier said than done; something about dueling Kurosaki had called to him, touched upon desires he had never allowed himself to explore.

 Yuuya duels to entertain and lives to see the smiles on his audience’s faces and that fleeting warmth eases the emptiness in his own heart.  But something about Kurosaki, something about the sheer intensity that rolls of his skin had him captivated and for one damning moment, all other thoughts (like Yuzu and her father) faded away from importance. All that mattered was the duel; the fierce clash between them, trading and matching blow after blow.  A game of equals.  Of kinship.

 But above all, that coiled power, that deep, insatiable hunger had him transfixed. Nothing quite makes you feel as alive as staring into a predator’s golden eyes.  

And it was exhilarating; the enchanter enchanted.

Desire wells up inside him, an overwhelming curiosity to explore and understand—but something stops him.  Duty, responsibility, his conscience (actually Yuuto) telling him to stay away. As much as he wants and yearns… now is not the time.

 Yuuya straightens up, lips curling almost sweetly back at his former opponent even as he seamlessly forces down those tumultuous thoughts.

“Maybe next time,” he says with a laugh, blithe and careless like he isn’t aching with a painfully similar need. “And you look like you could use a little break.”

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Yuuya casually waves off his counterpart’s concerns. “Don’t worry about the prices,” he says with an irresponsible shrug. “You deserve a treat once in a while. In any case, Yuugo and Yuuri are both asleep so what they won’t know won’t hurt them.”

Yuuya leans in with a conspiratorial wink. “And I won’t tell if you won’t! What do you say, Yuuto?”

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“You suck at keeping secrets from them,” Yuto bluntly replied, “And i know if Yugo finds out, he’ll whine to Yuri and then Yuri will be on both of our asses.” With that, he turned away from the restaurant. “Come on, I will agree to eating somewhere thats not fast food, but not that upscale.”

He had almost no problem with Yugo. Sure the two liked to bicker and squabble over non important things, but Yuri was a whole different can of worms.

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Yuuya actually pouts, crossing his arms in a way that is almost reminiscent of a child about to throw a tantrum. “What’s wrong with splurging once in a while?” he laments with a rather dramatic sigh as he puts his hand on his intangible chest. “I just wanted to spend a bit of quality time with my favorite counterpart. It’s tough, you know? Always being on the run, always looking over our shoulders. Never knowing when our past will finally catch up with us.”

He continues to gaze beseechingly at Yuuto, in a manner that would do any stage actor proud. “Please give me this, Yuuto. Give me one night… of eating premium wagyu beef starting at ¥30,590 per bowl.”

[predatoryplants]

His lips purse into a frown once he gets over the initial shock of the whole scenario. This… This is fine. He can work with this, he can figure this out. It is so not fine. “You… You have a lot of explaining to do, you–”

Wait, now his own duplicate is talking to himself like a lunatic. There’s a reason for that, there has to be. Who is he talking to – Yuuya? But where is he?!

“Surprised, maybe. Confused, definitely. But not scared,” Yuuri scoffs. He smacks the other’s hand away when he tries to touch his face. “Don’t be absurd.”

“Where the Hell did the other one go?” His voice is trembling ever so slightly, betraying his uncertainty and confusion. No - he refuses to show fear around himself, that’s just ridiculous.

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Yuuri, on the other hand, looks utterly unperturbed (in fact, his eyes shine with wicked amusement and his grin only widens when his double smacks away his hand).  He’s never quite seen such an expression on his own face before, unused to being anything but impeccably in control.

“Did you know,” he says breezily, an almost musical quality in his voice as he carelessly blows past all of Yuuri’s questions, “That talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity?”

He leans in closer, drawing the other in with the hand that is still gripping his wrist.  When he was Yuuya, that vice-like grip had been an unshakable shackle, holding him prisoner to Yuuri’s interrogation.  But now, he has no intensions of escape.  Quite the opposite, in fact.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asks, deliberately pitching his voice to sound condescending. “Tut, tut. I never thought I would be so slow on the uptake. Are you sure your name isn’t Yuugo?”

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Yuuri clenched his hand into a fist too late; by then, Yuuya had jerked away, dancing out of his reach to act as teasing as possible.

“Goodbye…?” he echoed, dropping his arm. Funny. Very funny. His lips twitched up into a smile as he stepped forward yet again, eyes locked completely on Yuuya. “Sorry, but no. Let’s start at ‘hello’ again, shall we?”

His duel disk blinked on the moment he noticed Yuuya’s own, but Yuuri paid it no attention as he was already dashing to Yuuya’s side. He was not going to disappear on him, not if Yuuri could stop him. And he would, time after time.

“Hello, Yuuya. Now, what do you say?”

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Why, Yuuya laments to himself as he does his best to shake Yuuri off his tail, does everyone feel a need to chase me around?

He supposes he only has himself to blame, what with the whole hacking LDS and becoming a wanted criminal and making an enemy out of the either state—

Ever since then, he’s been having particular troubles with doing mundane things like go grocery shopping without triggering a city-wide alert to apprehend him.   (The worse part, perhaps, is that he rather enjoys the thrill of being chased and actually looks forward to it.)

But this is one chase he would really rather not have.

Yuuya abruptly pivots on his heel and dashes off, weaving erratically through the streets, but Yuuri keeps up rather well, much to his chagrin.  A shiver runs up his spine as he marvels at how he has never quite heard anyone say ‘hello’ with such menace.

“I suppose, ‘nice to meet you’, won’t suffice here, would it?” he asks sheepishly.

[miracleillusionist]

Start The Circus

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Yuuya seems to take compliments much better than Yuugo did, smiling slyly.  Where Yuugo had spluttered and blushed, Yuuya is more than aware of his own appeal and looks absolutely delighted that Dennis is flirting back.

You assholes deserve each other, Yuugo grouses but it only adds to Yuuya’s amusement.

“Well, apparently redheads have more fun,” he laughs, twirling a lock of hair around his fingers. “You’re pretty interesting yourself, Mr. Dennis. I’ve never seen anyone with such a connection to their Duel Monsters.”

He is definitely a man after his own heart; mercurial temperament, a diva-like love of theatrics.  It doesn’t hurt that he’s also gorgeous.

Yuuya smoothly glides across the room, keeping their eyes locked together, an impish smile on his face.  “What about you? Do you have a thing for redheads? Or do you prefer blonds?”

Wait, really? Yuugo whines. Really? Did you seriously just use me to get you a booty call?

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Oh? Little Yuuya really must be keen on him, mustn’t he? Dennis is almost flattered, but then he knows how irresistible his charm is. He chuckles, hands going to his hips as he watches Yuuya approach. He’s very bold.

“My monsters are my closest friends and companions,” Dennis replies, leaning back against the dresser behind him. “They stick with me. Normal people are so… fleeting. Fickle.” He smirks and tilts his head back to gaze up at the ceiling. “Disloyal.”

He can’t stand people who leave him. Dennis wants someone who’ll stick around. Who’ll stay with him forever. Isn’t that love? That’s why Dennis longs for. Still… 

He smiles and returns his gaze to Yuuya with a small smirk. “I was under the impression it was blonds they said had more fun. You’re obviously not paying enough attention. Blonds have more fun. Redheads are fiery and temperamental.”

He laughs and tilts his head a little. “In all honesty, I’m not one for noticing the hair colour so much. There are far more interesting things to notice.”

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That, Yuuya disagrees with; sometimes, it’s the fleetingness that makes one realize just how precious the people around them are.

But he only continues to smile that bewitching smile, a smile that seems to impart secrets that only the two of them will ever share. Near silent footsteps brings him to Dennis, his movements as swift and graceful as a nymph’s.  Ruby red meets blue as he tilts his head up and gazes up at him and slowly presses his palms against the dresser, on either side of him.  He’s close enough that Dennis can’t move without leaning into his body, close enough that he can feel his warmth emanating from his skin.  But not close enough to touch.

“So is Yuugo more your type then?” he teases with a light giggle, peering up at Dennis beneath thick red lashes (and staunchly ignoring the indignant shrieks that erupt in his head).  “Blond, fun… a little bit clueless?”

Fiery and temperamental seems to fit Dennis to a T; although Yuuya wonders if that holds through for himself.  It’s a weird exercise for him to try to fit himself into these molds, especially when there technically four of him.  

“So what is it that catches the eye of the great Dennis?”