Mokie: *creepy grin*
Imay: *suspicious* What have you got planned?
Mokie: Hm? Oh, nothing… big, per say.
Imay: *thinks* *thinks harder* *thinks even harder* *gasp* You didn't!
Mokie: Depends… what are you thinking?
Imay: Well Yugi's going to Egypt and who do we know who's not pale like Ya-
Mokie: *covers Imay's mouth* Ok! I can see you got it!
Imay: *pushes hand away* We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, enjoy.
"Yugi, we landed," Yugi's grandpa told him trying to wake him up.
Yugi mumbled something and his eye began to slowly open, "We did?" he looked around to see people walking to the entrance of the plane, "Oh,"
Yugi stretched in his seat and unbuckled his seatbelt. He stood up and they walked off the plane.
The two made it to the site several hours later, "When do we get to start? What are we working on? Who are we working with?" Yugi asked excitedly.
"Settle down, Yugi. We start tomorrow. Why are you so hyper?"
"I slept through the plane flight,"
"How?"
"I didn't sleep basically all week, too excited," he bounced slightly.
His grandpa laughed slightly and they walked on the site and looked around. Yugi's grandpa told him that they were going to work on an underground mausoleum.
The location was over two hours from any civilization, so they would sleep in tents during the month. They made Yugi's grandfather's first, then Yugi's.
The day was coming to a close, and Yugi was sitting on his cot reading a book and chewing on a slimjim.
His grandfather opened up his tent flap, "I'm retiring for the night, I'll see you tomorrow morning," Yugi half heartedly waved goodnight to him, being too immersed in his book.
His grandfather left and Yugi laid down on his stomach to read the final two chapters on his book. When he was done, he closed it and looked up.
He was wide awake so Yugi thought he might wonder around outside a little. He opened his tent flap and looked around. It looked like everyone had gone to bed.
He walked out and headed to an abandoned area outside to site. The stars were brighter than when he remembered. The sand under his feet was soft and cold.
He picked up a handful of sand and let it slip through his fingers slowly as the wind blew. He shivered from the chilly winds. He crossed his arms trying to say as warm as possible as he watched the stars.
He defiantly missed this. He and his grandfather did this almost every night when they came to Egypt when he was eleven.
Someone behind him wrapped their arms around Yugi's waist, "Hello, my little one," Yami whispered into Yugi's ear. They swayed gently with the Egyptian breeze.
Yugi closed his eyes and listened to the soothing hum coming from Yami. He tried to intertwine their fingers together, but Yami just disappeared.
Yugi rolled his eyes and huffed. He walked back to his tent. He opened the flap and turned the light off. He curled into his bed and let sleep consume him.
With Yami…
Yami pulled up into the community center parking lot. He took the first spot he saw and parked his car. He got out and pulled his shoulder bag over his head.
He entered the building, suddenly all eyes were on him. He smirked to himself and passed all the girls in the front room. He walked down a couple hallways until he came to a door.
He opened it and entered. No one was in it yet, so he shut the door and turned the lights on. Canvases were everywhere, seats in front of all of them. They were all facing a small stage connected to a wall.
He took off his bag and walked to the stage. He unbuttoned his shirt and sat down against the wall. He extended one leg out while the other was bent. He wrapped his arms around the bent leg.
The door opened and the instructor walked in, "Well you're early," she said while setting down her cup of coffee.
Yami nodded his head slightly, "I thought I'd… I don't really have a reason for being early,"
She laughed and started pulling out supplies for the class, "Well, we have ten minutes before the class shows up. I'm going to go get breakfast," she left the room, leaving Yami to his thoughts.
Yami sighed… over and over and over in thirty seconds. He felt even more lost knowing Yugi was in Egypt.
Yugi have left him a note in the tree house saying he was going to Egypt with his grandfather for a month. It had him kind of worried. What if Yugi lost his feeling for him? What if he found someone else to hold and love him? He was probably being paranoid, but he couldn't help but worry.
Yami ran his hand through his hair. His cheeks inflated as he released a breath. This had basically been him since he hadn't been able to see his Yugi.
Bored out of his mind, always wishing for his little look-a-like to be with him, and counting down the days till he could hold Yugi again.
The first student came into the classroom. She saw Yami and blushed and sat quickly down behind a canvas.
He returned to his original position and the instructor returned, "Next hour's all yours, Yami," she sat down at her desk.
More people came in and sat down at their half done paintings. Yami modeled four times a week for one hundred dollars each time. It was boring just posing every other day for an hour for some students he didn't care for.
He stared at the back of the canvases, wondering what they looked like. God, he was bored.
"Remember, shading and depth," the instructor walked around the room, helping her students. Yami glanced at the clock, and was relieved to know half of the hour had passed.
The instructor walked to the back, behind the furthest student. She caught Yami's attention and pointed to the canvas without the student knowing.
Yami raised his eyebrow in question. She pointed to the canvas in front of her and shook her head. She pointed to the one in front of that one and shrugged her shoulders.
Yami silently chuckled and shook his head. She rolled her eyes and continues to give her opinions silently behind her students' backs. When she reached the one closest to Yami, she gave a thumbs-up and a big smile.
Yami rolled his eyes and sighed. He wondered if any of the painting would show him bored like he was.
When the hour was finally over, Yami stood up and stretched, "See you in two days," Yami walked out the door buttoning up his shirt.
Egypt…
"Yugi, wake up," Yugi's grandfather shook the short teenager awake.
"What?" Yugi grumbled. He swatted his grandfather's hand away.
"There are some people I want you to meet,"
"And I'm important why…?"
"Just get up," he ripped the blanket off Yugi's body.
He left and Yugi sat up on the cot. He stretched and walked outside of his tent. He rubbed his eye with the back of his hand as he walked. He watched the ground as his feet moved him to the sound of his grandfather's voice.
"Ah, Yugi, I want you to meet the director of the excavation and his son," he patted his son's back.
Yugi looked up and gasped. In front of him was an Egyptian Yami. His skin was kissed by the sun, his eyes were violet, and he had the same lightning bangs Yami did.
"This is my grandson, Yugi. Yugi, this is Akunumkanon Sennen and his son, Atem Sennen," his grandfather introduced them.
'Atem… I'm going to die now,' Yugi told himself. He couldn't breathe, and he couldn't move.
Atem walked closer and took Yugi's hand to kiss it, "A pleasure to meet you, Yugi Motou," his voice was deeper than Yami's and it kind of pissed Yugi off.
Yugi took his hand back and turned to his grandfather, "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go get some breakfast," he walked off away from them.
'How could Grandpa do that to me? Can he not see the resemblance? The man is getting old and insensitive,' he walked into the large tent and sat down without any food.
He held his head in his hands. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down.
An idea came to his mind and he got out of his seat. He walked out of the tent and walked to his tent. He opened his bag and took out some paper and a pencil.
On an envelope, he wrote Egypt, and nothing else. Yay for loopholes.
Dear Yami,
I'm going to hurt my grandfather. Not really, but I think he deserves it. Turns out the director of the excavation has a son who looks like an Egyptian you. This is going to sound sappy, but it hurt to look at him. I don't know how I'm going to work with him for a month. But can you believe it? Another person has hair like us! Weird...
So I guess Grandpa doesn't deserve anything, it's not like I wasn't going to see 'Atem' later. And that's a killer right there! Atem sounds just like Atemu, meh.
I miss you a lot. I love you even more. Soon, I have to keep reminding myself that. Man, I really messed up. Well, I've got a big day ahead of me. I'll write again soon.
I love you, Yugi.