Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, nor do I make any money for writing this piece of fanfiction.
AN: This is an entry I wrote for the Yu-Gi-Oh Drabble Challenge community over on livejournal. Figured I'd post it here for others to enjoy as well.
Challenge Name and Number: Hair Care, #042
Drabble Title: Reflection
Word Count: 333
Warnings (if applicable): None
Pairings (if applicable): Puzzleshipping.
Author's Note: Post-canon.
Summary: Ever since that day, Yuugi held a weekly ritual.
Hairspray, check.
Hair gel, check.
Brush, check.
Bobby pins, check.
Eyeliner, check.
Mascara, check.
Satisfied, he meticulously began his weekly ritual.
He carefully sculpted his hair, using mass quantities of hair gel to make sure each point held together. Taking a piece of his blond fringe, he carefully clipped it into place onto the middle point using the bobby pins, then doused it in hairspray and gel once he was pleased with its arrangement on the red-outlined point. Convinced it would maintain its position without support, he pulled out the pins, and grabbed another blond lock, repeating the same process. One last repetition, and the top part of his hair was done. Taking the brush into his hands, he got it wet, and began brushing the lower portion of his blond forelocks on the right. Once they were wet enough, he carefully curled them inwards, towards his neck, using hairspray to hold it in place. Hairstyling now completed, he checked over his reflection in the mirror. Perfect.
Next up, the eyes. Carefully, he applied the eyeliner, then set to accenting his lashes with mascara. Looking in the mirror, he squinted as hard as he could, narrowing his (in his opinion, anyway) abnormally large eyes. As he locked gazes with his reflection in the mirror, he smirked, just the way his other used to, and reached out with one hand to touch the reflection's face, pretending, for a moment, that it was not cold hard glass he was feeling, but warm smooth skin.
And he realized, with a twisted sense of irony, that the only time they had ever truly touched each other as two people in two separate bodies in the real world was during their farewells. But it was far too late now for him to change his mind.
"Hello, mou hitori no boku," he whispered. "I miss you."
And somewhere, in the echoes of his memory, he thought heard a "Hello, aibou. I miss you too." in return.
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