"Hello?" Yugi answered the gray flip phone hesitantly, not recognizing the number.
"Hello Yugi, it is Ishizu. May I speak with Yami?"
Taken aback, Yugi simply nodded, "One moment."
Yugi called for Yami, but it seemed the spirit was somewhere deep in the recesses of the Millenium Puzzle.
"He seems distracted, it may be a moment," Yugi told Ishizu before retreating into the Puzzle to find his other half.
Leaving his comfortably messy soul room for Yami's, Yugi took a deep breath before stepping into the labyrinth. The spirit was not in the main entrance, so the younger boy called out to him, "Yami? Ishizu called us looking for you."
When more than a few moments passed by with no answer, Yugi determined to look for the distracted Pharaoh on his own. Choosing a random door, Yugi took a deep breath and walked into the stone passageway that awaited him. He continued calling Yami's name, but as he continued to receive no answer, he fell silent, walking through the twisting corridors and opening random doors.
Most rooms were empty, save the torches lighting barren stone walls. Sometimes the empty rooms were disorienting. Yugi wouldn't easily forget the door that led him to be walking on the ceiling of an empty room.
Yugi was getting frustrated. Where was Yami hiding? He came across yet another door and opened it dishearteningly, expecting yet another vacant room. He blinked when instead he found a warmly lit room with a wooden desk and chair. An oil lamp illuminated a quill and ink perched next to some scattered papers, and Yugi took a step forward into the room, hopeful that the objects indicated the Pharaoh's whereabouts.
"Yami?" Yugi hesitantly called as he stepped further into the room, trying not to be too disappointed when only silence answered. Taking a step closer to the desk to ascertain if it held any clues of Yami's whereabouts, Yugi was stunned at what he saw on the top page of the desk. A crudely drawn picture of Kaiba took up half the first page, proportions wrong but with the unmistakeable blue eyes and long, white trenchcoat. What was most striking about the sketch was the unmistakeable fact that the portrait was enclosed in a heart.
Yugi knew he shouldn't snoop, but curiosity got the better of him and he moved the sketch over to reveal the pages below.
Oh! Blue Eyes White Dragon!
How fitting be thy name-
Lo! When he summons thee
Intense, piercing gaze
Fill my heart with joy-
Yet jealous reigns
"Go my Blue Eyes,
White Lightning Attack"
Aware posessives to you belonging-
Never to me.
Statick fills emptiness,
Darkness, loneliness momentarily
Arousing guilt-
My life points reach zero,
Mine lips smile,
Staring into cobalt eyes.
Yugi was surprised at the content. Had the Pharaoh lost a duel to Kaiba? And why was it all so... lovey? He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"What are you doing here," Yami asked his aibou, a flash of anger in his crimson eyes.
Yugi looked down uncomfortably. "Ishizu called you on the telephone, I've been wandering around looking for you."
Yami stared at him for a second knowing the less than pure reasons he had locked himself in the room he'd discovered with the large steam bath. He supposed it was fortunate that Yugi had only walked into this room.
"I … I didn't mean..." Yugi stumbled.
Yami's gaze softented a little. "I suppose the Puzzle has its reasons for showing you this," he coalesced. It didn't mean he had to like it, but there was nothing he could do about it now.
"Wait," Yami thought aloud, annoyance returning to his voice, "why are you wandering the labyrinth to find me at all? Why didn't you just call out for me as usual?"
"I did," Yugi explained, "You didn't hear me for some reason."
Yami took in the information and realized that he had tried very hard to keep his aibou from knowing what was transpiring over the last several minutes.
"Is she still on the phone?" Yami's eyes widened with sudden understanding. This wouldn't have happened if... he clamped down on the thought as Yugi said in a somewhat startled voice, "Oh shoot! Yes!"
Sighing, Yami showed his aibou out of the room and switched places as soon as they found their way out of the labyrinth.
A/N: Thank you very much for reading! I hope you enjoyed my first attempt at a pridefic, although it's not done yet. I started writing it as a oneshot, based on the idea there'd be a series of poems, but the prose to set it up was interesting me more. Plus it's really hard to figure out how a 5000 year old spirit would write love poetry. Probably waaaayyyy beyond my capabilities.