Hey guys! I know I haven't posted a Yu-Gi-Oh fic in quite a while, but I got this little idea in my head and only Puzzleshipping fit the bill. So I dug up my favorite doppelgangers and wrote some fluff.

Here we have a little Yugi POV, and what I did was I just started typing and kind of rambled a little. I hope I captured the essence of a normal teen's "train of thought" style of thinking and speaking.

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I don't know when it happened, really. Just, all of a sudden... I knew. It was him. He was the one. The one.

And it all made sense. Our souls were entwined; our hearts were connected. Of course this would happen. It hit me like a sack of bricks with how obvious it was. Had it really taken me two years to realize it? Had it really taken me this long to finally see why it felt so natural to talk to him, to share a body with him, to let him into my thoughts?

I finally gathered my courage one day. I approached him in our Soul's Room and just blurted it out before I could change my mind. I didn't know how he felt about me, but that didn't matter. I had to tell him. It was tearing me apart inside.

"I... I'm falling in love with you."

I was so afraid. There I stood before a proud and mighty Pharaoh - me, the simple, humble Yugi Mutou. I almost laughed at the absurdity of it. In his time, I'm sure I would've equated to nothing more than the lowliest of servants - and yet, here I was, confessing my love for him. I felt so ridiculous, I couldn't even bring myself to look at him.

A long silence passed, during which I grew more and more certain that I was going to be rejected. Finally, he spoke.

"It's a beautiful feeling, isn't it?" he murmured. "Falling in love..." His voice always had the uncanny ability to soothe me. It was my voice, somehow, but still... It was his.

"It's... a little scary, actually," I replied with a nervous laugh, still staring down at my feet.

"It is, yes," he said, and I could hear the smile in his soft voice as he drew closer. "But you have an advantage that I didn't, Little One."

I finally mustered the courage to look up into his face, and as I lifted my head, he brought a hand up to cup my cheek.

"I have already fallen, aibou, and endured the hard landing before you..." He placed his hands on my shoulders, pulling me closer, our noses barely touching. His voice was little more than a gentle breath. "So that when your descent finally ends, you will fall straight into my arms, without having to fear uncertainty."

His metaphors made so much sense it numbed my brain. We leaned in for what was only the first in a long history of kisses, and as our lips touched, I crashed into the bottom of that fall. I hit the figurative floor so hard that if I'd literally had that much momentum, all of my bones would have shattered with the force of impact. I slammed into the end of the abyss, wrapped in his arms, clutching tightly to him for security.

And I landed as lightly as a feather, because he'd been holding me the entire time.

It all made sense.

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i don't even know what that was it's like 12:00 in the morning and i'm sleep deprived leave me alone.