A/N: Okay, first fic posted here. This little diddy just kinda came to me while staring at my hand...Anyways, this is a yaoi, boy/boy, slash, however you what to say it oneshot. Short, bittersweet, almost cried while writing...almost. Rated a little high just in case.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its wonderful characters.
Enjoy and remember to leave some creative criticism on your way out~
He's doing it again. It happens sometimes, most times it's not even serious. But today seems different. The way his face is contorted into a way that would seem like he's been eating lemons. The way his fingers tap against his thigh in irritation. The way his toes curl and uncurl against the wood flooring. Like he is more confused than ever.
"Yami?" His tentative voice calls out. It echoes throughout our shared apartment like soft bells.
I'm immediately by his side. "Yes, Yuugi?"
Yuugi hesitantly points one of his small, delicate fingers at the object in front of him. "What's that?"
He wavers for a second in that usual sense of fear that always grabs him whenever he forgets. I know not to chide him over it, but it's hard not to laugh. For sitting innocently on the table in front of him is a bright yellow pencil. The point had just been sharpened, the gray lead glinting in the sun's setting rays. I can tell it's one of the newer ones, for the eraser has yet to be smudged in mistakes.
"It's a pencil, Yuugi." I keep my voice calm, understanding. It hurts me when he gets like this. The way he shakes at the unknown object in front of him. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep my emotions in check.
"A pencil?" He murmurs. His hand reached towards it, but then pulls back when a sudden gust from the window gently nudges it toward him.
Sighing silently, I move to pick up the offending object. A small hand stops me.
"It could be dangerous."
I know it could be. Sharp pencils do have the hidden danger of stabbing someone if they got careless. However, there's no way in hell that I'm going to voice that small detail.
"It's alright." I reassure him softly. "It won't hurt us."
Gently taking his hand off of my wrist, I move the rest of the way and firmly grip the pencil. Yuugi's wide, amethyst eyes never leave it, treating the stiff wood like one would with a snake.
"You draw things with it." I remind him gently. I take a piece of scratch paper from the other side of the table, positioning the pencil accordingly. Yuugi watches in fascination, his fear slowly dying into awe.
With a steady hand, I sketch a small flower. It's petals are big and stretch up to where the sun should be. The stalk is straight and bends at the top, where the bud weighs it down.
I hand the finished sketch to Yuugi, carefully gauging his expression. Soft features glowing in wonder, he loosely takes the parchment and stares at the picture I drew for him.
"It's…" He's unsure as his thoughts try to click the puzzle pieces together. "It's...a flower?"
I smile warmly at him. "That's right. A flower."
"What kind?"
"A rose. A red rose."
His nose scrunches up. "I don't see any red."
Chuckling softly, I calmly take the paper back. I glance around, then spot what I need. Snatching the red colored pencil - slowly so Yuugi won't freak out - I run the sharp tip over the petals. Once finished, I hand the paper back to him. He grabs it like he did before; with deep caution.
His eyes soften at the picture. "A red rose."
Yuugi looks up at me, a watery smile taking over his face. "Thank you, Yami."
Setting the paper down for him, I gently wrap him up into a warm embrace. "I love you, Yuugi."
We rock back and forth for a while and I sense his eyelids drooping. Just as he falls into sleep's soothing grasp, I hear those faint words that mean the world to me.
"I love you, too, Yami."