Title: Hair
Pairing/s: YYxY.
Disclaimer: im so glad im not in the tenth grade anymore
Summary: Yugi gets a haircut. Yami is not impressed.
/You look like a girl, aibou./
The young duelist ignored the insult and continued to battle with the rough tangles of his hair. "Anzu likes it," he countered with a pointed look. Yami scowled.
/Anzu likes many things she probably shouldn't if she knows what's good for her,/ Yami muttered darkly, earning an annoyed elbow from his other half.
"It's easier to take care of this way," Yugi insisted.
A snort. /Which is why you've spent the last fifteen minutes trying to beat that thing into submission./
Yugi glared, but otherwise said nothing, turning back to the mirror with an irritated huff.
Yugi's hair, once so exotic it stood out even in the most crowded of places, now hung limply along his jaw, only the most stubborn strands still rising to defy gravity. The crimson tips had faded to a more natural black, while the blond forelocks had been tossed to the side and greased back.
It had taken the barbor two hours to thin the wild hair out enough that is stayed down without gel, and both the spirit and the boy knew that if the strands had been any shorter, even that wouldn't have worked. Yugi's hair was a thing to be feared.
Yami inwardly groaned as a horrifying thought occurred to him. /You do realize I'm going to have to make that look intimidating the next time we duel? We'll be laughed out of the arena! Oh, Ra,/ he shuddered. /What if we duel Kaiba? Oh… oh, no, no…/
Yugi raised his eyebrows, watching his other half sink to his knees with an anguished moan. "Mou hitori no boku?" he questioned, struggling to sound sympathetic but failing miserably. Yami just continued to mumble to himself.
/Or what if it's Weevil? Or that other pet of his, who…. I don't even know who he is./
Concerned amusement bubbled up in Yugi. "Don't worry, mou hitori no boku, you can make anything look good," he comforted, then blushed. Thankfully, Yami was too busy bemoaning the apparent end of their dueling career to notice.
/And the tomb-robber! Dear lord, he will never let us live this down…/
Yugi rolled his eyes. "Drama queen," he teased, but the words were lost in a yawn. He rubbed his face wearily. "I think I'm going to bed."
/Or Pegasus- what? Not with that hair you're not!/ Yami snapped, coming back to himself in an instant. /You must go back to the bastard who did this to you and make him repair this… this abomination!/
Yugi laughed and slid into his printed pajama bottoms. "I'm pretty sure that's impossible, Pharaoh."
/Then we'll challenge him to a dark game./ Red eyes glinted in anticipation.
"Goodnight, spirit," Yugi chuckled, landing on his mattress with a soft thump. Stubby fingers danced absently along the puzzle before guiding the chain over his new hairdo. A few stray strands caught in the links, tugging a little and then falling to his neck. Yugi closed his eyes.
Yami gawked. /What? Aib- Yugi, wake up! This is a crisis! How are we supposed to…/ He trailed off as he felt a surge of tired affection glide through the link, surrounding him. Yami sighed and attempted to continue scowling, but the soft smile quirking his lips really didn't help much.
Ghost-hands ran through his hikari's now-silky hair with infinite gentleness, the heady scent of shampoo filling the air around him. /Goodnight, aibou,/ he whispered back, and gave into the contented smile.
He still didn't like the hair.
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