A/N A drabble exploring Yami's attitude towards the people surrounding him. He resembles the character from the Manga and Season 0 more. Exactly 400 words.
Disclaimer: I'm not a male Japanese manga-ka obsessed with games nor do I posses the skill or talent to pretend that I am.
I'm much more accustomed to silence than anything else.
After all those years I spent trapped in the Puzzle I find it increasingly difficult to walk about on the bustling streets of Domino. Not only because of the noise but because of the people. I don't remember people; there obviously weren't any in the Puzzle. I don't recall how to interact with them or how to read their faces. So I do my best to ignore them when I'm in control of Aibou's body.
He's gotten mad at me for it before. I treated Anzu too harshly or said something inconsiderate to Jounouchi. But can I be blamed for such trivial crimes? After all, they aren't my friends, they're his. I don't understand the importance of human contact, of maintaining good relationships with those Yugi interacts with on a daily basis.
I've told Yugi that they know I exist, they know I inhabit his body when I need to. They just think he's… What was the term? Schizophrenic. I'm not certain what the word means but it can't be all that bad. Our relationship is purely mutualistic. He is protected and I am allowed to live, if only in short bursts.
Yugi cares too much about what others think. I've told him that but he doesn't agree. Not at all. His words are much more important than his actions, he tells me. To me, words mean little. They, like friends, are trivial and insubstantial. Actions reveal the true motives of a person. A man may say that he loves his wife, but what significance do those words have after he beats her?
He still insists that he must use his words cautiously, his society dictates it. I suppose I can concur. In Egypt, there was no law code, Pharaoh was law. Back then I probably held words to a higher value than now. However this is not Egypt and I am no longer Pharaoh. I cannot be held accountable for the words I utter in this strange language to people of a strange race in a country I do not know.
After five thousand years in a dark, silent prison, where not even I, its only inhabitant, could converse with myself, I feel justified in my words and actions. The bitterness of my words is warranted, even towards my precious Anzu.
I'm so much more accustomed to silence these days.
A/N Tell me how it was, it's my first story in this fandom.