-to commemorate my fleeting obsession with a book so expensive when so thin-

Yuugi found himself contemplating which arm he was to swing first, next, and next again. He swore that it was more than once that he had swung his right arm forward in unison with his right leg. For a man that has been walking for more than twenty five years, normally this would not be a laughing matter. However, Yuugi found comfort in the way the reason for his sudden inability was loudly asserting its presence in jingles and jangles.

Covering the duel king's arms were several silver accessories.

"These are really heavier than I thought I don't know how you do it really." Yuugi's lips curled into a smile as he shook them over a pile of colorful boxes and wrapping paper. Even though Yuugi hadn't been wearing any silver, or any accessories since he had left, (save the belt that encompassed his thin neck and the studded belt he used as his deck holster from way back when) his fans still liked to send him silver as presents.

"If you ask me your still a bit underdressed, why don't you wrap your arms in silver or…"

"Like this?" a giggle escaped his lips as he thought back to the other him. "I've grown a bit but still I don't think I'll have enough room for more…"

"Ten years and still Mutou Yuugi is…" he gave his arms a jingle, smiling into a full view mirror.

"….The other me."

He couldn't think of happier news.


AN: I wrote this after rolling around in agony after just finding sample pages for a doujinshi that has long since been sold out. The art, the idea and the raw un-fulfillment, the utter uninterest toward my perverse hunger drove me to writing this…. So if you've read the doujinshi somewhere, and are thinking: "WOAH THIS LADY'S A PLAGIARISING YUCKTARD!" I have not only fulfilled my purpose I have done so while saving quite a bit of money.

Real short, as is most brain fart.