This time, I decided to take a slightly more serious approach. As much as I love the humour, I have plans for angsty/dramatic drabbles too. If I get round to them.

Without further ado, here's the much less comedic D...~

Daffodil

Two pairs of booted feet crunched through the snow, accompanied by two sets of legs; one short, one long. Apart from the rhythmic thrum of their footsteps, all was quiet; and all was still.

Hands wrapped in gloves and stuffed into the pockets of the coat Yugi had bought him, Yami reflected on how the scene reminded him of a very sweet Christmas card, as his aibou had called them. Except for the tall, scowling CEO walking alongside him, that was. Everywhere the former Pharaoh glanced, the ground was white; the trees were white; and the sky, too, was almost white. For someone surrounded by oceans of sand, it was awe-inspiring.

Seto didn't seem to think so, the tri-haired teen noted. Forced into spending some 'bonding time' with the older Mutou ever since his brother had befriended Yugi, the brunette had reluctantly donned a warm, winter coat and Blue Eyes White Dragon scarf. Yami had decided not to comment on the latter, seeing as Seto was already frustrated at being torn away from his warm desk in a multi-story building, far away from the cold clutches of the snow.

Yami sighed softly, watching as his breath misted in the air. He was fascinated by how it seemed to fade outwards by itself, and thus the former Pharaoh repeated himself, studying the mist. His reverie was broken, however by the irritated 'ahem' of the person next to him.

"Mutou," Seto spoke, his voice coated with boredom. "I fail to see how amusing a sign of low temperature can be. Especially when it comes with the risk of pneumonia."

"I've never seen so much white before," Yami replied, half-evading the brunette's question out of pride. "Only orange. It's amazing." The tri-haired teen's breath caught in his throat as he noticed something quite unordinary, a disturber of the eternal white coating the park.

The CEO apparently replied, for the former Pharaoh heard him saying something; but Yami wasn't listening. He moved from the path they walked on – though it was hard to tell such a path existed, when it was drowned in layers of snow – and made his way to an undisturbed spot, crouching down carefully.

This clearly frustrated Seto further. "What are you doing now?" He snapped, stepping away from their line of footprints and following the younger teen. Glancing down, the brunette noticed the object of Yami's attention, and was surprised himself to see it sitting innocently in the cold snow.

"A daffodil," Yami murmured, taking his hands out of his pockets. The flower in question stood out sharply from the plain white, it's cheerful yellow hue decorating the park minutely as if a Christmas decoration, though the celebration had passed two weeks ago. It seemed perfect; until the former Pharaoh noted that its leaves had started to curl inwards, slowly darkening to brown at the curled tips. Taking pity on the dying flower, he plucked it from the ground, and stood to face Seto.

"Are you going to take it home and put it in a jar?" the CEO asked sarcastically, clearly not as enthralled.

"Maybe," Yami hedged, a little insulted. Seto's foul mood was hanging over them like a dark umbrella. "It's going to die out here in the cold." He felt strangely connected to the daffodil. From a glance, it looked strong and content – yet now that the former Pharaoh had gotten closer, it was not as it seemed. The flower was dying, slowly, and also dying alone. The latter of which he felt he could sympathise with.

Seto snatched the daffodil from his fingers. The younger teen jerked in surprise, but could only gasp in shock as the brunette dropped it into the snow, raising his foot and crushing it with a frosty crunch. "It's going to die either way," Seto replied, his voice biting more than the cold.

Yami couldn't look the CEO in the eyes. He swallowed carefully and knelt down in the snow, ignoring how it seeped through the leather he wore. Taking off one glove, the tri-haired teen protectively cradled the broken remains of the daffodil. His eyes stung slightly, growing warm while the rest of his face felt frozen.

"Mutou?" Seto asked, suddenly sounding anxious. He was suddenly down beside the younger teen, trying to keep his face stern; and failing.

Yami ignored him, closing his fingers around the dead flower. "You killed it," he whispered, aware that perhaps he was being a little childish. But for one moment, the former Pharaoh had connected with the daffodil, and he had shared its pain. Now the brunette had taken its life; for the better, he subconsciously understood, but Yami's mind didn't want to comprehend that. A flower or not, it was still a life – Yugi had taught him to respect all life.

"Leave it alone Yami," Seto murmured, forcing the younger teen's frozen fingers open and taking the remains from him. "It was an act of mercy." And to Yami's surprised, he wrapped his arms around the smaller. His head tucked against the CEO's warm chest, he could just barely hear another rhythmic thrum. The brunette's heart beat.

It was soothing to the former Pharaoh. A reminder that, although a life had been snuffed out, there was another right here beside him. Feeling less like a rival, and more like a cherished companion, Yami returned the embrace, his cheeks warm with a flattered blush.

I hope everyone likes it. I'll start work on E sometime soon, I promise, but for now – here's D.

Please review and give me some ideas! Thanks!