Yuugi moaned, and sat up. His grandfather stood over him, looking impressed.
"See? I told you that you're a Verngeo." Grandpa nearly crowed. Yuugi looked up at him incredulously. There was no way he was a Verngeo, one of the 'new people' who were showing up in mass groups around the world, who could gain animal characteristics by simply kissing someone else.
"So you're the one who paid off Bakura to kiss me…," Yuugi muttered, smoothing down his hair as an excuse to brush the animalistic ears back.
"But I was right!" Grandpa chimed.
"This doesn't prove anything!" Yuugi retorted, causing his grandfather winced, taken aback by the acid tone. Yuugi turned away. He didn't look back when a hand came to rest on his shoulder, but he did allow the contact.
"Yuugi… come on. See the light." Grandpa Solomon whispered. He gathered his grandson into his chest, hugging the insecure youth close.
'Fine…," Yuugi sniffled, keeping his voice low. "I'll go…."
"Thank you."
"But I never said I'd like it."
"I never said you had to. I just want you to be around other kinds of your age, and 'possible' type." Grandpa finally released his grandson so that Yuugi could pack his bags. The bus to the Verngeo Boarding School would arrive within the next couple of hours to take Yuugi to the airport, then the actual school itself.
Yami kicked up his feet, bored. The person in front of him voiced disproval of having bare feet on their headrest, but Yami gave them no chance to do further. Pulling down his sleeping mask for the fourth or fifth time that flight, he missed the look Malik gave him.
"Ya know, if your Dad wasn't my Dad's boss, I'd have come back there and punched you by now." Malik growled in Arabic. Suddenly the less controlled Marik loomed over Yami.
"But I'll do it." Marik exclaimed cheerfully. Yami sat up slightly, removing the sleeping mask. He knew it would be amusing to inform the unknowing other just how high they were, but the hysterics would hurt his ears. For that alone, Yami decided to keep the spiky-haired one amused.
Finally, the stewardess came on the speaker, and informed them all that they were beginning their decent into Japan. A sudden wave of curiosity overwhelmed Yami, and he peered out the dinner-plate sized window. He watched as the airport finally came into view and the deep blue buses that would finish their trip from sandy Egypt.