AN: I just really like the thought of Yami being completely clueless about dating. This is kind of a twist of the blanket scenario. I own nothing. There is no fic for day 2, I did a fan art.

Day 3: Winter

Winter Storm

Another shiver rocketed Anzu's body. Her teeth chattered loudly and she could no longer feel her toes, or fingers for that matter.

"You need to take those wet clothes off," his voice droned from the corner of the room. Anzu narrowed her eyes at him and he held his hands up in a gestured that said he was innocent. "I swear, I won't look. I'll look for another towel in the supply closet down the hall."

The dark youth stood and retreated towards the only door in the room. "Tell Yugi he can't look either!" She snapped as the door closed behind him. She shivered again before stripping her winter coat off. When Yami had opened that dumb door, he had let out what little warmth had been in the tiny dressing area.

Numbly, Anzu peeled the clothes from her body, laying them out neatly so as to not wrinkle any further. The events leading up to their dilemma ran through her mind as she repressed the need to hit Yugi when she saw him again. Her violent thoughts surprised her. Yugi had always been a dear friend to her and it was not his fault they got stuck in the sleet.

She stood nude near the closed door as she waited for Yami to return. She folded her arms over her breasts in a feeble attempt to cover herself. Droplets of water dripped from her soaked hair and rolled down her spine. The sensation felt odd, almost dreamlike. Her skin was numb and yet, she could feel the cold of the drops. "Everything's so cold…"

"And it's going to get colder," Yami's voice called from the other side of the wooden door.

"Did you bring my towel?" She managed through frozen lips.

Yami opened the door a crack and held the white material out for her. "I tried to find the largest one."

She thanked him as she took it and quickly wrapped it around herself. She opened the door fully and Yami stepped inside, his arms full of towels and tiki torches. With a blush, Anzu noted that he had replaced the towel around his hips with one that was thicker. "It's not much," he admitted, dragging her attention back to his face. "But, for now, it will have to work."

"Work?" She questioned, watching him as he removed the torches from their bases.

Yami pulled a box of matches from where he had stashed it between his skin and the towel covering his hips. Lighting the first torch he answered, "The storm is getting worse, Anzu. We won't be able to leave until it lets up or someone finds us. We'll need heat and light in the event we loose power."

"But Yami," she began as she kneeled beside him, her eyes intent on the small candle flame of the torch he sat on the ground. "No one knows we're here. My cell has no signal. How do you expect anyone to know we're here? It's winter, Pharaoh. This place is supposed to be closed. If anything, the police will find us and arrest us for trespassing."

"Have faith, Anzu. Don't give up hope. And someone does know we're here. This is one of Kaiba's businesses. He owed me a favor so I asked if I could use it this weekend."

"I guess that explains why it's Blue Eyes themed," she offered as a joke to lighten the mood.

The pair sat in silence as Yami readied the last two torches. Yami reached for two towels from the pile and handed one to Anzu. "Your hair," he explained. "It's wet."

"Thanks," she murmured absentmindedly as she attempted to dry the tangled mass of locks. She watched Yami work his own matted mess. His usually spiky tresses hung down to his shoulders. "Why did you bring me here?" Yami's hands stilled at her sudden question and he glanced at her. "It's not that I don't really like hanging out with you..either of you for that matter. But this," she motioned around herself. "Tiki candles, a closed pool, meeting in a storm…none of this is you."

Yami tossed his hair towel down and breathed in through his nose. "You're right. I…" He glanced down at his lap as if the stale towel could give him answers. "I didn't think the storm would be this bad. Yugi said that you wanted to ice skate. Mokuba pulled some strings and had the pool here filled before the storm set in so it would ice over. You've done so much for me and I wanted to thank you. I didn't know that the storm would move in this fast…"

Anzu laughed. Yami hung his head lower in shame. Giggling, the dancer leaned closer to him and pulled him into an embrace. "Yami, you didn't have to go through all of this to thank me! A simple thanks would have worked!" Pulling away, she winked. "Or, you could have taken me to the arcade and dueled me on DDR. Loser buys milkshakes."

"But, Yugi said you wanted to go ice skating…"

"Yami, I said I wanted to skate in New York. I don't like the rinks here. Everyone is so competitive. And a pool really isn't the safest place." She thought about scolding him again for dragging her out there, but decided against it. "You feel pretty bad about this, don't you?"

Yami nodded sheepishly. "Truthfully, I have no clue about any of this. I've never…" He trailed off and turned his gaze back to the makeshift fire. "In any case, we should start planning a way out. Our clothes are too wet to wear and these towels aren't enough to keep us warm out there."

Her brows knitted together as she watched him grasp his puzzle. It was a habit of his that she didn't like. It reminded her of how limited their time truly was. She never forgot, not really, but seeing him communicate with Yugi…

She wiggled closer to him and placed her head on his shoulder. She felt him tense beside her and she closed her eyes. "I don't have a clue about this either. I don't understand anything about us. I've never really felt this way about a guy before and well, you're complicated, Yami. I like spending time with you. And maybe…I overreacted. Let's just hang out. We can leave in the morning unless someone comes for us."

"Anzu, we can't-"

"Yes we can. Now hush and put your arms around me. I'm freezing."

End. Sorry if I missed any errors. I was working all day and got home late.