So, this is something that's turning out quite longer than I expected initially. ^^; It isn't my main story idea, but it's something "shorter" I thought of doing, more of a …dirty-fluff fic if you will. I just wanted to write something where I could make it plausible that Y/YY were together, still stick to the characterization of the show, and make it, well, hot at the same time. (Ooo-HoOoH I'm so naughty naughty naughtyyy!) XD

Never written a yaoi fic before, will be honest.

& Obviously, I don't own Yugioh, or I'd be screwing the rules and making this canon by now with my money. XP

Anyway enough of me rambling. ^^

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Concealed

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The night struck cold, the full moon piercing bright in the black above. The serenity, the absolute silence of the atmosphere struck him with such profound quiet that he found himself standing there, the faint silouhette he was, for what could have been whole minutes tied together on end. But he didn't mind. With matchingly fierce eyes, he sparked his gaze back up at the orb in the sky, its twinkling neighbors, the even brighter city that seemed somehow further away on the horizon. He could see streetlights and thought he heard what they called "cars" rushing by, if he closed his eyes. He remembered his experiences in such vehicles, remembered all the sights these modern places had to offer. The buzzing technology, the stunning noise. Truthfully, it was almost too much to take in at times; if he were not so busy focusing on the subject at hand, facing whatever opponent he was, surely he would have been overwhelmed by it all. As "normal" as he may have appeared, as much as he seemed to fit in, and people seemed to widely accept him...he knew he was a total anachronism to this place. He knew if he belonged, he should understand this new world, but found much more solace and peace when he looked to the ancient and eternal heavens instead.

A noise quietly rang somewhere in the distance. Yugi had gotten home from school hours before, and had been studying in the next room for some time now. The pharaoh blinked, then finally turned from his place at the windowsill to face the boy's semi-organized room. He walked over to where the Puzzle lay, on the nightstand adjacent the bed, and attempted to take it up in his hands.

Though…he knew he could not feel it on his ghostly fingers. The loss of touch was what made "appearing" in the outside world rather useless. Still, rarely, he would project himself into Yugi's world, and watch the scenes around him...when all was calm, when there was no battle to fight...

Only then, in the silence, he allowed for a new type of battle to take place: the battles in his mind. Perhaps…they even overcame in magnitude the physical ones he faced.

Another soft noise, sounding like a book dropped on the floor, followed by a slight moan of irritation. He could see the slit of light coming from the next room, but had dictated it best to let his partner study for his upcoming exams alone. Sighing, the pharaoh made up for his lack of communication with him, instead, by sitting down at the edge of his partner's bed, still glancing at the Item beside him.

It was strange, to war within himself. He had been sealed inside that piece so long, so desolate, so alone, that his soul had naturally habituated to the solitude, and only dealt with it as normal. But now that he had Yugi, and had Yugi's friends....he could not imagine being forced away yet again.

He felt his tongue trace subconsciously over his dry lips, felt the little presses of air through his teeth that barely filled his lungs enough to sustain him. He felt his fingers softly digging into the sheet below him, though this sense of touch was all but imagined on his part, his eyes closing in the process. There was something there, burning dangerously inside him...He didn't understand it, yet feared he did if he let himself analyze it.

So most every moment, he pushed and buried it far away, as though hiding a body in a closet.

He felt his heart beginning to soak heavily in his chest, and almost began to feel sick…

"Pharaoh?"

Immediately, his head spun around. His hands let go of the linen beneath him. Shoved back into its hiding place, the rush departed.

"Yugi!" He cleared his throat, standing. "How was your studying?"

The boy shrugged and dropped his backpack on the floor once again, walking over and turning on the light. "Eh, I dunno. I give up for tonight, though. Joey was supposed to come and study with me, but then he ended up with detention again..."

"What for this time?" the pharaoh inquired.

Yugi couldn't help but chuckle. "Playing Duel Monsters in class, and getting too into it that he disturbed the teacher's lesson. It's either that or sleeping." He smiled good-naturedly. "But you know how he is."

Yami smiled a little and nodded his response.

"So, what're you doing? You don't normally just come out of the Puzzle just because...What's up? Did you need me?" Yugi asked, going over to his dresser and getting out a change of clothes for the night. The pharaoh watched this, noting the juxtaposition of his light's nonchalance to the strained knots of his own insides.

"Um...No, and I did not wish to disturb you. I noticed you had put the Puzzle down. I just wanted to...look around, I suppose." He glanced back towards the moon, still shining softly on him through the open window.

Yugi looked over curiously. "Well, you're definitely more than welcome to." He smiled, picking up his clothes he had laid out. "I'm gonna go take a shower. Just make yourself at home, as I always say."

Another of these modern colloquialisms. This one, he had heard before and filed away.

"Ah, yes," he nodded. The boy turned, still smiling, and the pharaoh watched as he shut the door behind him.

Now alone once more, Yami pressed his lips together. Now, the dark became a source of discontent for him, just like the times alone in his Item had become now that he once again remembered what it was like to have someone. And yet...the sky pulsed through the whites of his amythest eyes, the stone quiet of the evening as though they were frozen in time...

If only they were...if only he were real...He looked down at his transparent palms...

If only he could tell him...

CRASH

Yami started, the subtle sound of something from downstairs vibrating through the floor. Quickly, he had run literally straight through Yugi's bedroom door to the hall, then faced protectively over the stairs, looming into the darkness.

He opened his mouth to demand who was there, but remembered he had none except to Yugi.

With one last glance back towards his partner's direction, he ran down the narrow stairs to the entrance of the Game Shop area. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, or at least how he'd seen it as ordinary through Yugi's eyes while in the Puzzle. The only reason he even knew his direction around the small house was through second-hand observation.

Carefully, he eyed around him, stepping closer to the door of the Shop. He slipped through it, half of his image on the other side.

But the dark, locked shop seemed perfectly safe and untouched. It was obvious no one had broken in, or even entered it. Slipping back into the house, he began into the downstairs hallway instead. His fists strained as he readied himself for the commodity of danger about to leap out at him...

But then, the sound of a familiar voice came from the living room to his right. In reflex, Yami was immediately out of sight around the side of the entrance, once again forgetting his invisibility. He peered inside. Immediately, relief washed over him: it was only Grandpa, who was griping to himself for knocking over the coffee table.

Yami couldn't help but shake his head slightly and smile.

After fixing things back to their proper place, Solomon put his hands on his hips.

"And after I'm already late for to meet Arthur! It would figure!" He dusted himself off and began to pick up his bag, staddling it over his shoulders are he headed towards Yami's direction.

The pharaoh watched Solomon walk right past him. He himself started towards the upstairs from where he'd come, waiting until Grandpa had left through the back door of the house. That was right! He had forgotten Solomon had told Yugi about leaving for a week's trip to the Middle East for another excavation trip with his long-time companion. Yami had to admit, the man surely did not let his age get in the way of his passions.

Rather ironic, he noted, how someone like Yugi's grandfather could show theirs, and yet there Yami was, disguising his taboo ones as nonexistent. ...Again, the thoughts were shoved down as a wave of excitement threatened to carry him away yet again. Perhaps that meant there could be an opportunity for…No, no...with his grandpa gone for a week, that only meant Yugi would be busier then. Going to spend more time with his friends to compensate. Surely...that made most sense. And Yami was going to force himself to contemplate that understanding until he acknowledged it as reality.

But suddenly, he sensed something else from the stairway, yet also from himself...A dark energy, a sparking. Not foreign, yet not comprehensible. It pulled at his image, as though needing him to come to it, summoning him with a dangerous power...Much like how he felt his Puzzle had been feeling inside when he inhabited it recently...

The Puzzle! But if something was wrong with it, dangerous about it, it was upstairs with...

Yugi!

Twice as fast as he had rushed downstairs, he darted back towards his counterpart's room.

"Yugi!!"

"Y-Yami!"

The pharaoh slammed into an invisible glass wall upon the first wide step inside, his feet suddenly as perfectly cemented as his stunned face.

It was as though he was the one seeing the ghost.

The other in front of him was almost equally shocked, a pink flushing his cheeks that he quickly attempted to brush away. A green towel hung loosely around the boy's small waist, droplets of water still glistening all over his bare chest and arms, and sparkling in his hair. As much as he forced himself not to let his gaze linger, the pharaoh could only mutter some strand of incoherent words.

"I-I....apologize...! The Puzzle, I thought it-"

Yami quickly eyed the object in question, still sitting in its same place, as harmless as it had apparently been only minutes ago when he'd left it. Perhaps he'd been imagining things. Perhaps it was just an excuse to come back up...? Suddenly he felt more than ashamed of himself. Now what would Yugi think of him, making things exponentially awkward like that?

"...S...sorry."

The spirit swallowed nervously, and said nothing more as he panicked into a dissolve, his image quickly fading into the Puzzle in some strange mixture of courtesy and sheer embarrassment.

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**Ok so Ch. 1 over. Pretty boring so far, I know. But one must set the stage, of course. XP Well...if youre OCD me anyway...-.-; Anyway hope you continue!**