A/N: Yea, I'm still alive… Kinda… Anyway, don't come after me with rusty sporks for not updating "Anti-Hero". I am working on it. I hope to have it up by the end of the month. Either way, I'm gonna shut up and let you read the drabble.
Just so you all know, I don't own anything!
Aibou
Partner
Lover
Helper
Keeper
Confidante
Aibou meant all of these things, Yami mused, gazing down at the slumbering form of Yugi. His aibou; his other half. Settling himself on the edge of the bed, Yami brushed ghostly fingers over the cheek of his younger counterpart. The old Spirit was uncertain. He knew in his heart that being a part of Yugi would lead him to the secret of his origins, but Yami balked at the chance that the search could lead his Yugi into danger.
As if sensing the Spirit's turbulent thoughts, Yugi reached out and took Yami's hand in his own. Yami tensed briefly before relaxing into his hikari's touch, smiling slightly.
"Mou hitori no boku," Yugi murmured sleepily. Bleary violet eyes blinked open, locking onto Yami's face. Yugi sat up quickly, a worried frown settling in between his thin eyebrows.
"What are you doing up? You should be sleeping," he scolded softly, his voice hoarse with sleep. Yami's smile widened, eyes dancing.
"Couldn't sleep," he said quickly, leaning in close to Yugi and rubbing one long finger between his brows. "And if you keep frowning like that, you will have wrinkles before you turn thirty."
Yugi yelped scooting back and swatting his yami's hand away.
"Don't dodge the question!" he squeaked, glaring half-heartedly at his darker half.
"I didn't. I told you I couldn't sleep, didn't I? Besides, I am not the one who must get up at some ungodly hour tomorrow morning, am I?" the Pharaoh countered calmly, gently pushing his hikari back into bed. "So, sleep."
Yugi grumbled unhappily about Yami still not answering his questions, but complied by lying down and rolling over. Yami chuckled good-naturedly as Yugi began snoring almost immediately.
With a sigh, the Pharaoh drew his legs close, curling up by Yugi's head. He favored the younger with fond eyes. What was Yugi anyways? What did he mean to the old Pharaoh. A friend? No, Yugi was different. More. A love interest? While Yami admitted he had cultivated a few choice scenarios that included Yugi, himself, and a chaise lounge, he also knew that the young man sleeping next to him was more, so much more, than a mere infatuation. Yami shook his head ruefully. What was he breaking his brain in half over? He snuggled closer to Yugi, placing a hand on the spiking head, stroking it.
"Why am I even worrying about this? You are aibou. That's all. Just aibou."