Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! is property of Takahashi Kazuki, who isn't me. I claim no rights to the franchise, nor to any profit. This is a fan-made work and if you paid for it... yeesh. Did you ever get ripped off!
A/N: This little would-be stream of conscience is my entry to the newest season of Computerfreak101's fanfiction contest and very much not my 'ship. I wasted most of the time limit trying to lure plot bunnies, and when I finally caught one I had to wrack my brains over properly nourishing it. Not a hardy creature, believe you me. It's too bad that I had to use this bit on this couple; it might have come out reasonably well if I could have put my heart into it... Anyway, enough of my whining
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It's a strange feeling, to say the least— the feeling he's not alone, even when he is. Not that it's a bad feeling, like paranoia. Quite the opposite, he feels safe. Looked after. Like he has a card hidden up his sleeve— a secret weapon.
As he gives in to sleep, he feels… something, like another blanket being drawn just tightly enough around him...
(... he's going...)
There are times when, confronted yet again with what he would once have labeled The Impossible, Yugi wonders if he's crazy, or if he maybe hit his upon completing the Puzzle. After all, if something seems too good to be true, doesn't that usually mean it is?
And yet… surely what he feels when he locks eyes with the other one must be real…
(... and he's going...)
It's time.
Yugi knew it was coming, was prepared for it, yet every part of him is screaming that this can't be happening now. Later is bad enough, but now is unthinkable. There are so many things to say to the other— Atemu — so many that he's just aware of them teasing the farthest corners of his mind.
But still he smiles back bravely…
(... and he's gone...)
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Praise appreciated, concrit treasured, flames raspberried