He was smiling, giggling, and holding Bakura's hand. Everything felt right.
"Alright, Bakura. I got to go in; Grandpa's given me a curfew, and he said no company tonight," he rolled his eyes as he told Bakura this, thinking his grandfather a bit silly for being so overprotective. He's surprised that he didn't send Yami to spy on the pair.
The silver-haired man laughed and shook his head. "Okay, little Yugi. Sweet dreams," he murmured, bringing the youth's hand up to his mouth, peppering his knuckles with butterfly kisses. Yugi felt his cheeks grow heated and flush a pink tone. He stood on his toes so his own lips could meet with Bakura's, and he savored the moment, and despite it being short-lived, he could still feel the warmth on his lips still.
Glowing purple met with chocolate brown, and he smiled before opening the door and stepping in.
"Goodnight," he bid farewell, and Bakura returned his parting word.
As he closed the door, he was smiling from ear to ear, happier than ever. "Grandpa, I'm home!" He called cheerily, knowing his grandpa would be waiting for him to return. He heard no response, though. "Grandpa, it's Yugi." Still, no reply came. Maybe he fell asleep.
He headed for the kitchen; Grandpa often fell asleep reading at the table with a snack beside him, so maybe he did the same again. He only wished that maybe he could have snuck Bakura into the house, to maybe cuddle on the couch as Grandpa napped.
Except, when he entered the kitchen, his smile fell instantly, and his whole world came tumbling down.
Alright. So this is the prologue introduction kind of thing.
Next chapter is longer. I swear. :D