A/N: Yikes, it's been a while since I've updated. School has been killing me, and my midterms are next week. Anyways, to finish the sort-of cliffhanger I left last time, here is the lovely Chapter 7! But first, to those who reviewed on Chapter 6.

Hmm… two reviews… *shrugs* Well, it's better than none, I suppose. Oh, well, on with the fic!

Little Angel

Chapter 7

There was a man and a woman……… They were smiling at him, and saying something to him, but he couldn't hear them. They were calling out to him, laughing as they did so. He tried to call back to them, but for some reason his voice wouldn't work. He was trying to make out their faces, but his vision seemed dark and blurred.

The man and woman suddenly disappeared, and they were replaced by two boys. One had blonde hair, the other had brown hair, and they were smiling at him, also. They were gesturing for him to come to them, but for some reason he could not. He couldn't speak or move, all he could do was stare back. Suddenly, he had an overwhelming desire to go to them; he tried vainly to make his legs work, but they refused to and stayed rooted to the spot. He cried out in frustration as the boys slowly disappeared………

Yami woke up suddenly, his dream retreating back to his subconscious. He tried for a few moments to figure out what had woken him up, but nothing came to mind except fleeting glimpses of strange people gesturing for him to follow them. Yami sat up, running a hand through his hair. These dreams had been happening more and more often in the past week or so, and each time he remembered more and more of them. It was beginning to bother him, because he didn't know who these people were, yet something told him that he should.

Looking around at the shadowed room in the early morning light, Yami remembered something that Yugi had said to him the first day that they had been together. It had been something about remembering his life on Earth because he hadn't passed through the Gate; there would be a few stray memories left, he had said.

"A few stray memories…" he murmured. Those few stray memories were driving him insane. He had a desperate need to find out who those people were every time he woke up from the same dream every morning. But, he couldn't even recall their faces, let alone who they were. Only Yugi could make that burning need to know fade away, and even yet it still lingered in the back of his mind.

Yami rested his head in his hands, feeling very confused. He was also quite tired, because the dreams chose the most inopportune times to wake him up. His sleepy mind was still trying to recall the unknown faces, and after a few minutes Yami felt hot tears of frustration running down his cheeks. He angrily wiped them away.

"Something wrong?" a voice thick with sleep asked from behind Yami. Yugi slid his arms around Yami's neck, wrapping his wings around the both of them. "You seem frustrated… and sad…" Yugi had an amazing gift for reading emotions in his lover, which meant that Yami could rarely hide anything from the small angel.

"I had another dream about my Earth life," Yami said after a long pause. "I remember more and more of them after I wake up, and… I'm finding that I really want to know who those people are. I feel like I should know…" Yugi sighed, resting his head on Yami's shoulder.

"I'm sorry…" the angel murmured, tightening his embrace. Yami shook his head, then said, "No, angel, you don't have to be sorry. It's not your fault."

Yami gazed out to where the sun was rising beyond the green garden, looking like a watercolor painting of reds, oranges, and golds. "I…" Yami began, "I just wish I knew."

Yugi held his breath as he opened the letter; he had been terrified to open it all day and was hoping as hard as he could that it had nothing to do with Yami. He let out a long sigh as he realized that it was only a wedding invitation. Most of his parents' old friends continued to mail invitations to him, even though he didn't know any of them very well. Looking at the names of the couple, he realized that he had never actually met them.

Yugi walked back into the main room, which gleamed softly as lanterns warded off the night darkness. Yami sat up, concerned that Yugi looked pale. "Is something wrong?" He saw the letter in Yugi's hand. "Is that…"

"No," Yugi shook his head. "It's just a wedding invitation from some of my parents' old friends." He tossed it onto a table and sat down next to Yami, who slipped an arm around his waist.

"Are you going to go?"

Yugi snorted. "Of course not. I don't even really know the people there, and it's always incredibly boring and takes forever to do because they always tack on all these extra ceremonies. Besides that, I hate getting dressed up."

"Mm…" Yami mumbled affirmatively, seeming more interested in stroking Yugi's hair.

"I would never want my wedding to be that fancy. You invite the family and some close friends, wear something that looks nice, say the vows, and kiss. No flowery mumbo-jumbo in sight."

"So you'd be more supportive of a drive-thru marriage?"

Yugi blinked. "A what?"

Yami grinned and shook his head. "Never mind. If you're not going to the wedding, I'm sure we could find other things to do with our time…" Yami leaned down to kiss Yugi, but the little angel put his finger on Yami's lips. Yugi grinned, and said, "I'd like that, too, but first..." Yugi kissed Yami on the nose, "...you have to catch me."

Before Yami could react, Yugi had darted out of his grasp, and run to one of the pillars around the room. Yami raised an eyebrow, then grinned. Yugi giggled, leaning against one of the silk-draped columns. Yami took one step forward, then took off as fast as he could as Yugi bolted out into the garden.

Yami ended up chasing Yugi in circles around the fountain for a while, then they ran out to where the well-kept garden ended and a field of wildflowers began. Yami had nearly caught up to Yugi by then, and reached out his hands to grab the angel.

"Gotcha!" Yami shouted triumphantly, but at that moment, Yugi's wings spread and his feet left the ground. Yami slowed to a stop, head tilted up as he watched Yugi fly up beyond his reach.

"Can't catch me now!" Yugi said playfully, but as he turned to look down at Yami, his smile faded a bit. Yami was staring up at him with an awed expression on his face.

"Yami? Is something wrong?" The crimson-eyed boy barely heard his love's question, he was so caught up in the vision before him.

Yugi's large white wings were lined with silver against the moonlight, and his fair skin seemed to glow. His violet eyes seemed even larger in the night, and his blond bangs were like a golden halo on his head. Yami concluded that Yugi was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Yugi drifted slowly down to Yami, and asked his question again, "Is something wrong?" Yami shook his head slightly, smiling, then suddenly grabbed the small angel and pulled him close.

Yugi squealed in surprised delight, squirming around in Yami's arms. His movements suddenly stilled as Yami's lips brushed over his. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, each marveling at the other's beauty. The angel suddenly threw his arms around Yami's neck, pulling them both into a deep, passionate kiss. They explored each other's mouths, delving deeper and deeper until they finally had to come up for air, gasping.

"Forget the wedding," Yugi said breathlessly. "Why doesn't everyone just sign a paper and then go straight to this?"

Yami chuckled. "I think they need to make it a little more official than that."

Yugi smiled, lying back on the soft grass and allowing Yami to kiss his way down his neck. He buried his hands in Yami's hair, his half-lidded eyes gazing happily at the starry sky.

Yami was surprised to feel a tug from Yugi and he pulled himself up Yugi's body to look into his eyes.

"Yugi?"

The angel gently put a hand to his face. "I just wanted to make sure that I have all of this memorized…" he murmured, drinking in the look of Yami's face in the soft light and the feel of Yami's warm body on top of him. "I want to remember this always."

"So do I…" Yami whispered, and he leaned down for a kiss.

A/N: Hey, look, more fluff. How about that. Please review.