Miniature Modesty (A Yu-Gi-Oh...

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One day while collecting wild flowers for Mothers' Day, Yami and Atem come across the strangest thing: a Bant... More

The Bantam with the Puppy Dog Eyes
Mama Day Pt. 1

Miniature Modesty (A Yu-Gi-Oh! Yaoi Fanfiction)

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By LandofFandoms

A/N-Secrets: Here's something's entirely different. Yu-Gi-Oh! yaoi.
But it is different because I am joined by the beautiful, talented, super-kawaii ShatteredPrism! *applause* She's here to assist me in completing this new Mobiumshipping story! With our combined intelligence, vocabulary, and ability to conduct sexual scenarios, we shall deliver hot, sexy and fluffy Mobiumshipping!
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"Atem, this is about the gayest thing we have ever done. And we've done a lot of homo crap together."

"This isn't for us. It's for our moms. We agreed on that, remember?"

"Still. Don't you think we could get them something better than flowers?"

"From what I know, every mother wouldn't mind a few flowers. It'll make the house pretty. And besides, we don't have enough money to buy them anything."

"Yeah we do."

"Eight bucks won't do us any good, dear."

"Says who?"

Atem Cuisinier chuckled at his fiancé - Yami Nakagomi - and handed him the woven basket of gardening tools. Then, looking from left to right, he pointed to an open field of yellow and violet wildflowers, dancing in the Spring wind. Yellow and black striped dots floated around and settled on the plants, buzzing mildly.

Oh yes. This is a perfect patch.

"Ugh," Yami's face scrunched up, "I hate bees."

"Alright, Monsieur Buzzkill. You can stand over there in the shade while I actually contribute to gathering the presents for our mothers. I wouldn't want you to get your hands dirty."

Smirking contently, Yami strolled under a fairly large cedar tree and leaned against the trunk, his smirk growing as he began to "examine" his future-husband in his thirty-five dollar Old Navy jeans.

"Tell me somethin', babe."

"Hm?" Atem grunted as he crouched down and inspected the patch of flowers that he desired.

"How come you got enough money for those jeans but not enough for a present for Mom?"

Atem looked up from the flowers and - for the longest time - didn't speak. Then he turned his head and answered straight-forwardly, "These are old."

"Yeah but they still hug that ass marvelously."

Atem couldn't help but laugh, "Is that what you think?"

"I don't need to think nothin' when I got proof right in front of me." Yami landed a hard slap on his fiancé's rear, earning an unnatural squeak from his throat.

Atem didn't even realize that Yami was behind him.

"Could you not do that?"

"Oh, I'm sorry for interrupting your botanist session."

"Shut up and help me dig up these flowers or I will tell your mother about the handcuff incident."

Yami's ruby pupils grew immensely at the mentioning. Groaning in defeat, he crouched beside his lover. "What do I do?"

"Take the shovel and find the patch you want. Make sure it's big enough, but not too big. We're sharing this basket."

Atem's fiancé groaned again and stood up, peering around for a decent patch of wee--er..flowers.

The milk-chocolate-skinned man smiled at a beautiful bunch of bright orange posies surrounded by lush, green grasses. "Perfect." He took the miniature shovel and began to poke at the base of the plants, delicately scooping them up from the Earth and placing them in the basket carefully. "Well, I'm done."

"Can you dig up these I found?" Yami called from about five yards away.

"Of course, darling." With a slightly annoyed roll of his eyes, Atem grabbed the shovel that Yami was supposed to get with one hand and the basket with the other. He made his way over to Yami and stared down at the patch. "Oh, Yami, it's beautiful."

"Yeah, thanks. Can you dig it up?"

"Don't say it like that." Atem crouched down and inspected the flowers thoroughly, "these are truly beautiful, dear. Your mother will definitely love these."

"Mom likes anything I give her."

Atem flashes a look of skepticism at his future husband before responding in a tone that was unclear to crack, "What is that supposed to mean? She'll take anything you give her?"

"No. She believes in that the thought that counts thing. So anything I give her is good because it's the thought that counts." That's what Misses Nakagomi believed for a long time. In fact, Atem found out about her philosophy a few months into their dating phrase.

Ah, baked ziti with a cauliflower and broccoli salad. That's when Atem truly found his passion for cooking. Misses Nakagomi definitely had the magic touch. She knew any kitchen like it was the back of her hand. And though Atem didn't exactly have a taste for cauliflower, Misses Nakagomi's made it savor like the richest of wines. Absolutely divine.

"I don't think I'll be able to accept this year's gift." Yami started, interrupting Atem's thoughts, "last year she gave us that peach cobbler that we--"

"Never even touched," Atem let out a heavy breath, "I know, and I feel terrible about it. You're going to have to decline her offer this time."

"Whoa, whoa. Why the hell do I have to do it?"

"Because she's not my mom."

"She might as well be."

"What's that supposed to mean? My mom's still alive."

"She's your Mother-in-law."

"Going to be. You forgot that part."

"Atem, please don't make me tell her myself."

"I'm sorry; how old are you again?"

"Twenty-eight."

"Riiiight. You see, I thought a twenty-eight year old proposed to me. Not a newborn infant."

"Damn, Até, that's cold."

"Damn straight. Now, why don't you stand over there and get your shit together while I gather the present that YOU were supposed to get for YOUR mother, you lazy ass."

With a petulant grumble, Yami trudged back to the shade of the cedar tree.

"What was that?"

"Nothing! Nothing.."

"Mhm." Turning his focus back to the patch of flowers, Atem attempted to measure how much he would have to cut off. It was a fairly large bundle, and if he started digging right away, it wouldn't look good.

Now that he thought about it, Atem was happy that Yami didn't do it. His fiancé might be handy with a wrench, but when it came down to gentler and more fragile projects, it might as well been done by his nephew.

Holding the tool at an angle, he placed the tip of the shovel to touch the soft soil. He pushed down a good few inches and repeated the method on the other side of the patch, successfully creating an plan to unearth the rest of the flowers. He would mark it into a rounded square. Sure, Yami's would be bigger than his, but Atem's mother wasn't really a plant person herself.

Following his game plan, Atem scooped the patch of wildflowers and transported them to the basket. "Alright!" He called, "time to go, crybaby!"

"Am not!" Yami retorted as he approached the side of his lover. It always reminded him of how short he was compared to him. "And that took too long."

"I'm glad it did. If you did it, those poor flowers would've been destroyed."

"I can be light-handed when I want to."

"That's not what you proved last week."

"Oh, don't pretend like you didn't like it." Yami smirked as Atem rolled his ruby eyes, "I still remember what happened. You wouldn't stop screaming. I swear, you could've gotten the police to come over and get us arrested for disturbing the peace."

"So you can remember sexual positions but you can't take care of a stove?"

"That was just once!"

"That stove costed one thousand-five hundred dollars, Yami."

"And I apologized more than that!"

"That stove was like a son."

"And I got you another son, damn!"

"It's not the same."

"I cannot believe we are having a conversation over a stove."

"Because that stove was family."

"It was an appliance!"

"An appliance that was dear to me."

And so, this irrelevant argument continued until they returned to the house, where they made up with a makeout session that lasted longer than it needed to.
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"Do we even have pots for these?"

"You don't think I was prepared?"

"I didn't say that. I was asking if we had pots to put them in."

"Yeah, they're in the garage. Stacked by the freezer. Can you get them for me?"

Yami rolled his eyes at his fiancé's laziness. "Sure, love. Anything for you." Getting up from one of the dining room chairs, he sluggishly walked to the garage door and entered into the hell-like containment room of the car. He huffed at the stuffiness and heat before making his way to the freezer. He did notice the medium sized pots that were stacked in each other, but that could wait, right? Lifting the lid on the freezer, he stuck his head in and carefully let the lid settle on his head.

Oh dear god yes.

The cold atmosphere of the freezer was like an icepack on a scrapped knee. Yami let out a sigh of contentment.

"Yami! It doesn't take that long!"

Yami grumbled. The only relief of the day and it can't even be enough.

"Comin'!" He pulled the lid up and removed his head from the chilly paradise. Then he scooped up the pots and dropped the lid, starting back inside.

"Geez, what took so long?"

"It's hot as hell, Até." Yami whined, placing the pots on the counter.

"I can't fix that."

"But I can."

"No."

"Até, please."

"No. You don't have time for that. Go shower."

"They won't be here for another two hours, Até. I can fix it."

Atem considered this. Two hours wasn't that long, but Yami was a wiz with wrench. Two hours was nothing.
He nodded after huffing out a exasperated breath, "Make it quick. Then go shower."

Yami smiled, excited that his future husband gave him permission to perform his passion. He smooched Atem's bronze cheek before taking off to the garage again.

"Thanks, babe!"

"Yeah, yeah. Get outta here." Atem rolled his eyes for about the eighteenth time today. Maybe he wasn't a mechanic, but he as hell knew a lot about decoration and interior design. Being the prepared man that he is, Atem had already painted the pots their mothers' favorite colors. All he had to do now was place the flowers in the correct pots, water them, and take a shower.

Atem took the bundle of Yami's flowers and cautiously let it slide into his mother' spot. Smiling at the way the flowers brightened the pot, he reached over and picked up his own flowers, placing them is his mother' spot.

Step one: done.

Then, he turned on the faucet and grabbed a small cup from inside one of the cabinets, filling it up all the way before pouring it out on his mother's. He filled the cup up again and dumped the contents on Yami's flowers.

Step two: through.

He sighed once he caught a glimpse of his now black fingernails. The feeling of dirt under your nails is worse than anything to Atem, and having it in there too long was just unclean. He turned the faucet back on and desperately scrubbed his hands and dug under his nails, watching with satisfaction as the soil spiraled around the bowl of the sink before being sucked into the drain.

Suddenly, loud coughing hit his eardrums. He rolled his eyes. "Yami, try not to inhale anymore dust!"

No reply. Idiot.

The hacking and wheezing went on, and it was starting to get irritating. He threw away the paper towel he used to dry his hands and walked towards the garage door. He opened it and sighed once again, sticking his head out, "Do you need an inhaler or something?!"

Yami turned around from large heater in the counter with a perplexed expression, "Huh?"

"Do you need an inhaler?"

"No."

"Then stop with all the coughing."

"I wasn't coughing."

"Very funny, dearest."

"What're you talking about?"

"You were coughing; I heard you."

"Baby, I wasn't coughing. And even if I was, you wouldn't be able to hear it from the isolation of the door and the ruckus of the heater." Yami chuckles and turned back to the appliance, bending down and picking up a hammer, "loud ass piece of junk..."

"Then who's coughing did I hear..?" He turned back and headed inside when the coughing erupted again. Yami's eyebrows shot up as he gripped the tool and exchanged looks with his fiancé. They both slowly entered into the kitchen and looked around.

"Where--"

More hacking near the sink. Standing in front of Atem, Yami lifted the hammer up slightly as he looked into the sink. Nothing. Then he looked around the pots. Nothing.

Then he looked into the pot.

"Yami, what're you--"

Yami quickly shushed Atem as he reached into the pot and moved the flowers slightly. He jumped back at what he saw.

A small alabaster form was hunched over, coughing violently, clothed by a skin-tight gray uniform. Messy, tri- colored hair and golden bangs bounced as the coughs continued to roll.

Yami dropped the hammer.

"Ah..Aha.."

"Yami..?"

"HUAAAAAAAAAAA!"

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