QE: I wanted to write a fanfic and I ask Escaping Earth for help.
E.S.P: So here's a small hopefully fluffy story.
QE: We own nothing. Annoyingly
There was a dead echo in the silence. As if the quietness was echoing itself. The house was a mirror of what was meant to be a warm loving home.
The short male standing in the door way knew why. He had been told how the house was void of all life except one singular soul that hated being here so much he was often found at the church at nights praying.
A single a hand ran through the tri coloured hair. His partner who he shared this body with had managed to obtain a set of keys off the occupant. This was under the guise of hiding a present for Grampa. The plastic bag in his other hand felt incredible heavy. He had no idea how his plan was going to work. The house felt more dead than he realised. Somewhere in the back of his mind he likened it to a crypt. He walked in and closed the carefully painted front door.
The white haired male stood staring at the blue door his mother had painstakenly painted before she vanished. He had received a text off Yami or Yugi it was hard to tell but the main telltale sign was the horribly misspelled words. Yugi was secretly a grammar nazi. He sighed. He didn't want to walk into the house his parents brought to raise their children. Shame an accident happened to take his sister and his mother vanished not long after. He never got answer because his father vanishedto eygpt.
He shook his head. One of them needed a present in the bottom of his wadrobe. Why would they want to hide it at his house?
He pushed the front door open. It was different. Someone had done something go the house. Brown eyes looked suspiciously around the hallway. He sniffed and could smell vanilla.
He grumbled to himself.
Taking a deep breath he walked forwards towards the kitchen. On the breafast table was a candle in a glass jar happy burning awat fill the kitchen with light and joys. Warm colours splashed everywhere. He raised an eyebrow. It made no sense.
Fearing what Yami could have done next, an image of a semi naked Yami wearing nothing but his leather trousers filled his mind and that was a valentines day he'd never forget, he hadn't even known Yami liked him until then, he walked towards his bedroom terrified. There were odd and new ornaments all over the place. A picture of the two if them at the fair, a random white ceramic cat, candles lighting the way to his room.
He stopped, the crazy ass expharoah had done the impossible there was life in the house. He didn't know whether to hit him ot hug him. He stared at his bedroom door and tripidation filled his heart. He didn't really want any more memories to do with this place but at the same time he was wondering what the hell he could have done this time.
Pushing the door open he tried not to feel sad there was no one there. However there was a deep red candle dancing away happily in the dull white of his never finished room. He normally crashed In the living room when he had to spend time here.
Feeling that maybe there was a present for Yugi's Grampa in his wardrobe he opened the door.
At the bottom was a letter and a small package, both adddressed to him. He opened the present first because that's what it indicated that he should. Inside was a simple necklase with two charms, one a heart and the other a white rose. He smiled and opened the letter;
'Ryou-Chan
Put on the shirt on the bed and go to the kitchen,
Don't hurry.'
He blinked and turned around. A simple deep ice blue shirt lay across his bed.
He grabbed it and ran to the kitchen.
His violet eyed knight stood there looking at him like a deer in headlighys holding two ready meals.
Foregoing words Ryou walked forwards and kissed the other male.