(LATE CHAPTER IS NOT LATE.
XD Okay, so I've been busy with schoolwork. And got a small case of writer's block. And I went to this anime convention at a library on Saturday. Trust me, I've been UBER busy lately! I'm so sorry I updated so slowly like this. ^^;)
Kurisuten: LAST REAL CHAPTER! *sobs*
Kishichi: Do I need to go find an uke for you to huggle and cry with?
Kurisuten: N-no, I'll be okay.
Kishichi: ...I hope so.
Kurisuten: I've said this so many times before, but THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR STAYING WITH ME THIS LONG! Through every plot twist and cliffhangers (which are not that many.). It makes me so happy that this is my most popular story yet! Though, I feel like I don't deserve it. There are so many awesome stories out there that get one or two reveiws and it makes me sad that THIS is popular. O.o But I still thank you guys so much. ^^
Kishichi: Yeah, at least people read this.
Kurisuten: Quit being angsty! I have more emotion than you!
Kishichi: ...I know.
Kurisuten: Over a hundred and twenty-five reviews later and here it is! The last actual chapter! Then you get an epilouge, afterword, and if you stay with me long enough, a super special awesome mega ultra chocolately-coated super chapter! -peace-
Kishichi: Abridged reference?
Kurisuten: That would be so.
Kishichi: Anyway, this is the chapter that you might cry, laugh a little, then cry some more. NO, there are no deaths. Even though we ALL want to kill Kura and Marik for being total asses. I mean, they almost indirectly killed Yuugi! Grr, Ryou better kick Bakura's ass for this.
Kurisuten: Or Yami could just mind crush their ass.
Kishichi: It's an alternate universe. He can't do that.
Kurisuten: Hey! I have the authoress power to do it! Whatever I say goes! And I say Yami gets his epic mind crush powers-
Kishichi: YOU CANNOT DO THAT!
Kurisuten: -crosses arms- Whatever. Enjoy the chapter.
(Oh! And by the way, I also based this chapter off of a song! Everything by Lifehouse!
And another thing! Instead of the usual MarikxMalik and BakuraxRyou thing that's usually in my chapters, I've put in some hints of MalikxRyou. So. Don't say I didn't warn you. Because I did. Plus, I've been wanting to do this since ever. XD
That's it! Happy reading!)
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"Yami..." I whispered. Was this happening? Was Yami really here? I... I don't know what I should do right now. All I can think to do is stand here in shock. I need to know if I'm dreaming. I need to know that I really wasn't dead. I held one arm out in front of me, as if trying to reach out to Yami. "Yami, is... is that really you?"
He chuckled. "Don't tell me you forgot what I looked like after six months. Kinda hard to, since I look almost exactly like you," he said, walking toward me. He took my arm and pushed it to my side, leaving room for him to stand in front of me. "I take that you missed me, right?" It... it really was Yami. Yami was really standing in front of me. Out of my disbelievment, I reached both arms out and wrapped them around Yami's waist, hold myself close to him. I missed holding him. I'd almost forgotten what his touch felt like. Now, I have just remembered how safe I felt. I buried my face in his shirt, letting myself cry after so long. I moved my hand higher up his back. Yami didn't respond at first; though, he put his own arms around me and pulled me close to him. I didn't know how to stop crying anymore, even if I didn't want to stop in thie first place. Because I was finally happy.
"Yami, Yami, Yami..." I repeated, as if he wouldn't be here anymore if I didn't. He pulled me closer and slightly swayed back and forth, whispering comforting words to me. This would seem like the saddest moment for me to most, but it's the complete opposite. To me, this was the single-handedly the best moment ever. Plus, don't they say that it can never get worse, only better?
In my ear, Yami whispered, "Yuugi, I'm here now. You don't have to worry anymore." Worry? How can I be worried right now? I must be the happiest person alive right now! I wanted to tell him that, but I was wordless. I couldn't find the words to say my thoughts with. Though, I knew how to say a few other things that I wanted to tell Yami.
I pressed my ear to Yami's chest, still letting tears roll down my face. I loosened my hold on Yami, though never letting go of him. "When did you get here?" I asked quietly.
"Just around ten minutes ago, actually. I wasn't even fully out of the car when Ryou told me you ran all the way out here, and he suspected you were going to jump off the bridge. Malik drove me over here as fast as he could, and when we got here you were climbing on the edge. I ran all the way over here to try to stop you, but somehow I knew you weren't going to jump so I didn't do anything. I dropped the note on the ground and stepped away to wait for you. And, well, here we are now." Yami cares about me that much? He really did? Yami then asked me, "Why were you going to jump in the first place, Yuugi? What possesed you to try to pull a stunt like that?"
I could feel more and more tears falling from my eyes. "R-Ryou got a letter from Bakura that said you were.... that said you were dead... I didn't know how to handle something like that, and Ryou said Bakura would never lie about that! S-so..."
Yami quieted me. "Yuugi," he said in a serious tone. Was he... mad? Was he mad at me? "You don't have to worry about anything. I'm not dead. I'll never leave you like that. Please don't worry about anything anymore, because I'm here now." My eyes widened. Did Yami mean all of that? Did he really mean all of what he just said? He really means it? I closed my eyes tightly to try to stop tears from falling.
"Yami..." I gripped the back of his shirt tighter. I then remembered something that I had been meaning to ask. "Yami, how long have you known?" I asked quietly. "About the kiss, I mean. How long did you know about that?"
He chuckled. "Yuugi, I've known since the day you did it." I looked up at him in confusion. "I never really was asleep then. I knew you went over to me and kissed me. I was never asleep then."
"So why didn't you wake up when I did that?"
"I didn't want to scare you. I'd known that you wanted to kiss me ever since the accidental one, but never knew how to." Yami ran a hand through my hair. "It's alright, Yuugi, I understand that."
I was silent. I have always wanted to hear Yami say those words to me. I truly have never been happier in my entire life. My dream come true... it was finally unravelling in front of my eyes. But... was all of it going to come true, or would those stay a dream? I held Yami tighter. "Yami... I've never been happier than I have right now. I'm just... I'm just so happy you're finally back. A-and I've been hoping you'd say what you just said for the longest time. This... this completely makes up for the six months of time I lost with you. It really, truly does, Yami." I was pretty much confessing everything to Yami right here without even a second thought. But hey, I've already told him my feelings. I might as well confess the rest, right? I mumbled, though more to myself than to Yami, "My dream come true..."
"Hn?" Yami hummed. "Your dream come true? What would that be, Yuugi?"
Without any hesitation, I replied, "You. You being here, holding you close to me like this. You telling me all of this. Me standing here with you. Me not having to worry about you leaving. Us, together, forever." I paused. Do I really want to say the rest? Yuugi, you aren't the shy, timid boy with a cute little crush you used to be! It's time to completely let go of that. "Though, there's one part that hasn't come true yet... Even if it didn't, though... I'd still be the happiest person in the world." Tears were falling one by one, like soldiers. I don't care about my tears anymore. How can I? I have better things to care about. I mean, Yami's here, isn't he?
Yami's fingers tangled themselves within my hair. "But would you be happiest if all of it came true?"
I nodded. "Yes... I would be..."
"Then, Yuugi, since I've made it my life purpose to make you happy, would you mind if I made the rest of it come true?"
Drawing my eyebrows together, I looked Yami in the eye. "Yami, what are you..." I trailed off and noticed Yami was drawing closer to me. I gasped, and Yami captured my lips with his own. My eyes widened. Yami was... We were... I never thought this moment would finally happen, especially at this specific point in time. I... I liked it. My wide eyes drifted shut, and I stood on my toes to allow myself to lean into the kiss more. My arms moved to snake around Yami's shoulders. His hands were placed softly on my hips. This was a light kiss, but it held so much feeling. It was the most amount of feeling I had ever felt. And I loved every bit of it.
The seconds passed quickly, a little too quickly. Much to my diappointment, Yami finally pulled away. He stared deep in my eyes, and I discovered an unknown emotion. Could it be the same emotion I couldn't figure out before? Speaking lowly, he said, "I remember what you said to me over the phone the day after I , I just want to tell you that I return those feelings." Just those words alone made my heart leap. I knew what Yami was going to say next, but I longed to hear him say them to me. A familiar warmth rose to my face as Yami spoke once again. He cupped my cheek in his hand. "Yuugi, I love you." New sets of tears filled my eyes. I never thought I'd get to hear Yami say those words to me. I was so shocked, but I was so happy. All because I finally know one hundred percent that Yami loves me. As the tears spilled down my cheeks, Yami gained a worried look, wiping away a few tears with his thumb. "Yuugi, why are you crying?"
Once again, I pulled myself into a tight embrace with him again. "B-because," I stammered, "I love you, too. I've never been happier in my entire life. Ever. I loved you before, I love you now, and I'll love you forever." Yes, I know this is the best moment in history for me, but why must I start saying such cheesy lines? Just forget that. Yami lifted my face again and pulled me closer to his own face. Our lips were barely centimeters apart. Tears still slowly rolled down my cheeks. My breathing was slightly uneven. Yami moved both hands into the same place they had been before on my hips. My own arms had found place around Yami's neck. For a few seconds, we continued to stare into each other's eyes, trying to read the other's mind. Though, we both knew what was on both of our minds.
Finally, Yami whispered against my lips, "I love you," before closing the space between us. Unlike the first kiss, our lips were pressed hard against each other, and breathing had been long forgotten. I wasn't nervous about progressing things a little bit; that much was obvious when I immediately let Yami in as he lightly nibbled on my bottom lip. Memories of a party in early December flooded my mind. Was this going to turn how it did that day-- well, night...--? I moaned when he licked the roof of my mouth, almost begging for him to repeat the action. I was denied, and he felt around other areas of my mouth. Growing bored, I searched Yami's mouth for myself. I took in every taste, every touch. I inwardly grinned, liking the feelings I felt. The taste of Yami was recognizeable, though there was something different added in. It was differnt, and I loved it all.
The need for air was growning stronger with the passing seconds until we had to finally break apart to breathe. I smiled, keeping my breathing rate under control. "Love you too, Yami," I said, breathlessly. Yami smiled back at me.
"That much is obvious," he replied. I giggled, hugging Yami and pressing a short, sweet kiss to his lips. He smirked. "Would somebody rather stand here all day, or would said person like to go home so we can continue this without any weird stares?" I blushed, understanding what he meant.
"Considering the condition of my feet, I don't think I was to continue standing here," I said, putting on a cute pout. Yami laughed, pulling away from me. I started to walk toward the opposite direction I had gone to get here, but Yami gripped my hand, keeping me from leaving. I gave him a confused look. "What's wrong? Aren't you coming?" Yami brought me closer to him and put one arm under my knees, lifting me from the ground. Flustered, I asked, "Y-Yami, what are you doing?"
Yami replied, "Well, there wasn't any way I was going to let you walk. You even said so yourself that your feet were in bad condition. How could I let myself let you walk?"
It felt... different to be held like this. Isn't the way Yami is carrying me what everyone calls 'bridal-style'? I blushed at the thought. "S-so you're going to carry me like this the whole way home? I'm not too heavy for you?"
He scoffed. "You aren't that heavy. And it's just to Malik's car," he said. I looked toward the distance, and there was the same red car I've been waiting to see for a whole six months. I smiled. The sight of it made me feel lighter inside. I put my arms around Yami's neck and layed my head against his chest, closing my eyes. "You're going to sleep now?" he asked me. I sighed and nodded. He didn't say anything about it; instead, Yami pulled me closer to him. I relaxed myself, though never letting my arms fall from their hold around Yami's neck. I smiled, finally happy things ended the way they did.
I finally opened my eyes to see where we were, and the distance was just a short run to Malik's car. Gasping happily, I managed to fall from Yami's hold on me and ran to the car. I flung open the door and jumped inside, reaching over and hugging Malik tightly. I didn't just miss Yami; I missed Malik a whole lot too! With the way I was hugging Malik, I resembled a small child holding the stuffed animal they've wanted since the day they saw it in the window. "I missed you, Malik! So, so much!" I said, wrapping my arms tighter.
Malik struggled to say, "I missed you too and all, but I kind of can't breathe..." Laughing sheepishly, I let go of Malik and retreated in the backseat across from the still open door. I heard Yami enter the car after, laughing. Malik turned to look at him. "Oh, what are you laughing at?" Yami stopped laughing and shook his head. Malik then turned to me. "See? This is what I've had to deal with for six damn long months. Trust me, being alone with him for six months is like Chinese Water Torture." Turning back to face front, he muttered to himself, "At least Yami isn't as bad as the two other sad bastards." I laughed. I missed Malik's humor.
For a while, it was quiet in the car, even after it had started down the road. Leaning on one hand, I stared out the window, watching cars on the other side of the street passing quickly. I shifted my eyes to the side and saw Yami had copied my action, glance and everything. I saw Yami look away from me suddenly. Somehow, I can still think everything that happened was just a dream. Maybe I really did jump and I'm in a coma. Maybe Yami really didn't leave and I forgot anything that happened within five minutes ago and six months ago. Maybe I'm still in class sleeping. What am I supposed to do about that? I mean, yeah, I confessed to Yami. That doesn't mean none of it actually happened, right? I hit myself in the head. Yuugi, stop being so negative! I told Yami my feelings, he told me his. It's as simple as that. Then why is Yami sitting so far away from me? Maybe he's thinking what I'm thinking... I turned my gaze back to the window, troubled in my thoughts. I heard shuffling, but I didn't turn my head to see what had been making the noise. Then, I felt something barely touch my leg. Still, though, I didn't look away from the window. It was at that time when three things all happened at once: whatever had been touching my leg had pressed against it harder, an arm snaked around my waist protectively, and a warm, familiar pair of lips pressed against my cheek. I blushed at all three. I finally turned my head to acknowledge Yami's obvious presence, but I was greeted by the same lips against mine. I made a small smile.
Malik sighed loudly, making me jump. "Look, I'm glad you guys finally came to terms with your 'being in love with each other' thing, and I'm happy you're finally together," he said, "but don't make out in my frigging car." I blushed darkly and slumped slightly in my seat. I glanced at Yami and smiled nervously, only to see him smiling back.
Looking back at Malik, I asked, "How did you know what we were doing?"
"For one, you just told me," he replied bluntly. I blushed darker, aware of what I had said. Malik just laughed. "I'm kidding, don't worry. Actually, I have a neat little device called a rear-view mirror."
Yami crossed his arms and muttered, "Yeah, and I've got a neat little device called my foot up your ass."
Malik sighed loudly and hit the steering wheel with one hand. "See, Yuugi? See what I've had to deal with? Yami has grown so lonely and pathetic while he was gone that he resorted to hanging out with Marik and Bakura too long! When was the last time he's said shit like this?" With both hands, I covered my mouth and giggled to myself. Malik scoffed. "Oh sure, you think it's funny. Let's see how much you think it's funny once I lock you and Yami in a room together after he's hung around Bakura and Marik for six months."
"Hey, I saved your ass from getting us all kicked off the damn plane and potentially arrested," Yami retorted.
I raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Okay, so," Malik said, "When I left that afternoon, I didn't know what I was doing and why I was listening to Marik of all people. So we board the plane and the gates closed so no one could get on or off, and I finally came to my senses. This flight attendant lady walks by mine and Yami's row, so I asked her politely-" At this, Yami scoffed. "-if the four of us could get off of the plane, because we made a huge mistake when we boarded the plane. She told me no one could leave, so I asked her again, making sure I was being assertive but not rude-" Yami scoffed again. "She told me 'no' again, so I stood up and threatened to beat her with a blunt object if she didn't let us off the damn plane. To prove my point, I took my shoe off and made it look like I was going to hit her with it. I wasn't actually going to, though."
Yami interrupted, "Not going to, my ass! She called for security right when you were swinging the shoe at her! I had to drag you back into the seat and hold you there so you wouldn't try to attack her again. Lucky for us, she didn't have our asses arrested." Maybe Yami has been hanging around those two for too long. I don't remember him cursing this much. Then again, there was probably not many people of his own age group to talk to besides those two and Malik.
For the upteenth time, Malik sighed, irritated. "And you wouldn't believe what Marik said as she was walking away!" He then tried to imitate Marik's voice as he said, "'Please excuse my two friends. Something hasn't been quite right about them upstairs. Don't worry, I'll keep them in line.' Oh, I just want to kill him some days!"
"Some days?" I asked. "Try everyday."
Malik turned toward me and pointed at me, a look of satisfaction on my face. "That's exactly what I'm talking about!"
Yami pushed Malik back to the wheel. "Pay attention to the road. You're going to get us all killed."
"Too bad Marik and Bakura aren't in the car," Malik mumbled under his breath, complying with Yami's demand.
No time later, the car finally arrived at Ryou's (Well, and Malik's too...) house. At the top of the driveway was Marik, not even looking like he was paying any attention to anything. Without slowing the car down, Malik drove toward him and slammed on the brakes inches before it hit Marik. If only Malik didn't dtop the car right then. Okay, murderous thoughts and intents out of mind, Yuugi. The door next to me jerked open to reveal a worried Ryou. His eyes widened when he saw me, and he hugged me as tight as all humanly possible. I gave a glance to Yami as if to ask for help, but he just shrugged.
"You're alive! Yuugi, you're alive!" he repeated, squeezing me tightly. I struggled to pry Ryou off of me, but with no result. It took myself and Yami to finally get Ryou off of me. He stared me cold in the eye. "I thought you were dead! I thought Yami wouldn't make it in time! Did Yami get there right when you were about to jump?! Did he see you on the ledge, you turned around in shock, slipped off the edge, and Yami rescued you?! Did-"
Yami and I simultaniously yelled, "Ryou, shut up!" He took a cautious step back.
I sighed. "No, Ryou. I was going to jump, decided it was a bad idea, got down from the ledge, started to walk back, saw a note with my name on it, picked it up and read it, it was the note me and you wrote when I told you I kissed Yami when he was asleep, but he wasn't actually asleep, so I turned around, there Yami was, stuff happened that I'm too lazy to explain, and here we are now," I explained. Ryou stared at me, dumbfounded. He opened his mouth to say something, but held his tounge and walked away. I gave Yami a short glance and shrugged. Sometimes I wonder what Ryou is thinking when he asks things like this.
Now that Yami and the other three finally returned, things have become so different than before. Well, concerning people, at least. Usually, you'd see Bakura and Ryou sitting or standing with each other, and Ryou would be practically hanging off of him. Today, the picture is way different; Bakura sat alone on the front porch with an irritated, annoying glare at the ground, and get this-- Ryou wasn't with him! Instead, he sat at the end of the yard staring at the white clouds in the distance. Marik, instead of laughing maniacally about something with Bakura or trying to feel up Malik's shirt (Which, to me, has to be the weirdest and most disturbing thing I have ever witnessed in my life. Yeah, I was unfortunate enough to see that once.), he leaned against the side of the house with his arms folded smugly, mumbling to himself about something. Malik, after abandoning the car, had taken a place next to Ryou with an arm around his shoulder. Ryou leaned his head against Malik in return. I smiled upon the sight.
Suddenly, I was pushed forward slightly. A half irritated, half humorous sigh was heard from behind me. "Yuugi, I can't get out of the car if you don't move out of my way," Yami said, pushing me forward a little more. Laughing, I pulled myself out from the car and stood on the cement.
"You could have used the other door, you know, " I commented, placing my palms on my hips.
Yami shut the door behind him as he stepped out of the car. He walked toward me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "That would be a farther walk to get to you." I perched myself on my toes and put my arms over Yami's shoulders, smiling softly.
"Yami, that has to be the cheesiest thing I've heard you say."
He pressed his lips to my forehead. "It's the only cheesy thing I've said." I pouted, leaning my ear against Yami's chest. "Plus," he added, "you said some pretty cheesy things yourself today."
I closed my eyes and smiled. "Really? Like what?" I asked in curiousity.
One of Yami's hands traveled up my back; as a responce, I moaned slightly. He rested his chin on the top of my skull gently. "Remember what you said? About me being your 'dream come true'?" I scoffed and laughed. "You're just laughing because you know it's true."
I nodded. "Yeah, I know. But that's alright, isn't it?" I whispered. Yami lifted my chin, pulling me closer to him. Our faces drew closer to each other until our lips brushed softly. A faint blush crossed my face. My eyelids slid shut, and the small gap between us closed.
Not even five seconds later, Bakura interrupted by saying, "Get a friggin' room. Nobody wants to watch you two make out in the middle of the front yard." Yami pulled away and shot a harsh glare at Bakura. I gave a glance at Ryou to see him smiling widely. Malik gave me a thumbs up. I smiled at the two before unlatching my arms from Yami's neck and turning toward Bakura, glaring ever so slightly.
I expected Yami to shout something else back at Bakura before dragging me away someplace else to prevent himself from killing Bakura. Instead, the unexpected happened. A devious smirk crossed Yami's face. "What if I were to not listen to you," he said, "and did this?" Upon finishing his sentence, he suddenly pulled me closer to him, bent down to my level, and licked my cheek. A dark blush painted my face. I heard Ryou squeal loudly, and even Marik was laughing. Bakura's face held a blank expression, and for once he had nothing to say. This gave me an idea.
"Yeah," I added, "and what if I decided to do this?" I pulled Yami back to me and licked his lips. Yami stared at me in surprise; I just grinned widely, feeling accomplished with myself. Marik couldn't control his laughter any longer, and Ryou was speechless. Bakura finally stood up, muttered something under his breath, and retreated inside the house. I couldn't believe what I just did. I felt so out of character, yet it felt amazing. I felt like a new person. It's all thanks to Yami.
Yami smiled at me, shaking his head. "Who knew that six months without me could turn you into such a bad boy," he commented. I smiled sheepishly, still blushing. Yeah, who knew.
Suddenly, I had an idea. "Hey, Yami! Let's go tell Grandpa you're back!" I said, grabbing Yami's hand tightly. "Come on! He'll be so excited to see you!" I put on the cutest face I could, wide eyes and everything. I knew Yami could never resist when I look cute. I don't know why it works so well, though. Oh yeah, baby panda.
He nodded. "That's a good idea," Yami agreed, putting his other hand on mine. My heart skipped a beat, as if things were the way they were before I confessed to him. Still... I couldn't help but to let myself act like this. "But," he added, "you have to let me carry you to your house."
My eyes widened. "W-what? Why?" I asked, staring at the ground. Yami lifted my face away from the ground.
"With the way your feet are, there is no possible way I couldn't carry you the whole way," he answered, smiling softly. My face lit up. Why do I even have to think about this? Yami cares about me! This is solid proof of it! Well, not that I didn't already know that. I nodded.
"Let's go."
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"Grandpa! I'm home!" I shouted happily, entering the house. Yami followed after me, shutting the door behind him. I wrapped one hand in his and stepped closer to him. Yami smiled down at me as I rested my head on his shoulder.
A voice from upstairs called down, "Yuugi, you seem much happier!" My grandpa's voice gradually grew louder, so I knew for certain he was walking down the stairs. "What made you have a change of heart?" Grandpa finally appeared, and his eyes grew in shock. Grinning widely, he walked to Yami and hugged him tightly. I took a side-step away from them, still smiling. "Yami! Here's the cause of Yuugi's depression! How've ya been?" Yami shot me a pleading look, but all I could do was giggle to myself. Grandpa finally let go of Yami. "Yuugi and Ryou told me everything on Christmas morning. No need to explain anything!" He chuckled. "Glad to have you back, Yami. I was afraid Yuugi would have eventually commit suicide from depression!" Yami and I exchanged glances as if to remind each other not to tell Grandpa about what happened. The irony of the situation was rediculous.
"Yuugi would never do that," Yami replied. "He's not that kind of a person. Even I know that." He looked at me and winked. I blushed lightly.
My grandpa shrugged. "Who knows? Depression is capable of many things." He chuckled. "Well, I've got to get something from upstairs real quick." With that, my grandpa retreated up the stairs to retrieve whatever it was that he needed to get. There Yami and I were, still standing around like we didn't know what we were supposed to do.
The silence was akward in a way. I looked to the floor, kicking one foot back and forth slightly. I had a sudden intrest in my fingernails. I glanced at Yami out of the corner of my eye, and I saw that he was glancing around the house like he's never been here before. He then turned to me and put his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I was surprised by the sudden action. I copied Yami's action shyly, as if this was the first time this has happened before.
"I missed being in your house," Yami breathing in my ear. A light shade of pink tinted my cheeks. I tiredly closed my eyes, leaning my head on Yami's chest.
In a low voice, I replied, "I missed you." I stared up at Yami, tears filling my eyes and threatening to spill over. This didn't go unnoticed, though; Yami lifted a hand to my face, pushing away the tears in my eyes with his thumb. He pressed his lips to my forehead, then the bridge of my nose, then finally on my waiting lips. I leaned into the kiss, standing on my toes. Before anything could continue, my grandpa, who was now standing at the bottom of the stairs, cleared his throat to make his presence known. Yami and I both broke apart to look at him.
"I hate to interrupt things, but," he said, "please take it upstairs, you two." I laughed nervously, releasing myself from Yami and walking to the stairs. Naturally, Yami followed. As I passed my grandpa, he whispered to me, "Congratulations on things with Yami," and held a thumb up. I smiled sheepishly before continuing up the stairs.
The walk seemed to take forever, even if it was just up about twenty stairs and down a hall. I wasn't sure why it took so long just to get to my room. What was this feeling? Why is Yami making me feel this way even now? Is this, maybe, what true love really feels like? How am I supposed to know if it is or not? Never in my life have I felt like this, so I wouldn't even know. I felt so confused. Though, I finally have someone to turn to in times like this. I finally have Yami for my own. Me and Yami. Yuugi and Yami. I liked the way that sounded.
Well, here's the door to my bedroom. Time just seemed to slow down even more. I placed a hand on the doorknob and turned it, pulling the door open. I held it open and guestered for Yami to enter first. He stood there, silently insisting I walk in first. Sighing, I obeyed. I walked across the room to my bed, sitting with my legs crossed. After shutting the door behind him (he seems to do that a lot.), Yami took a seat next to me. The room was ruled by a thick silence. It was difficult to break the silence, because I didn't know exactly what to say. There was so much I wanted to say, but how can I bring myself to actually voice them to Yami? I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder comfortingly. I rested my head on Yami's shoulder.
"Yuugi," he said, breaking the silence, "please tell me what's wrong. I know something's on your mind. Please tell me." Yami's voice sounds so... sad. But why? Is he feeling the same thing I was? I didn't say anything. I didn't know how to say anything. "Yuugi, I know you aren't completely okay. You can tell me anything. Why were you about to cry?"
I shut my eyes and took a shaky breath. "Yami, I... I've never been more completely okay than I am right now. I'm happy you're back. No, I'm more than happy. I missed you so much... I didn't think you'd ever come back. I'd lost all hope when I saw the letter Bakura wrote and sent to Ryou, the note that said you were dead. I didn't know what to do. I was certain I'd never see you again after that... And now, here you are next to me." I took another deep breath, tears decorating my eyes. "If that wasn't enough, I discovered you feel the way I feel the way I feel, that you love me like I love you. I had always wanted to know if you loved me since October or November. And after what happened the night of that party, I almost knew you shared my feelings. Then... you left right when I was about to tell you my own. I was so heartbroken... I did get to tell you, though. Except, the line cut off before I could hear your reply. For six long months, all I wanted was for you to return. All I wanted was to know if you held the same feelings. Now... everything is just perfect..." Somehow, without my knowing, the tears escaped my eyes and fell down my cheeks. With his other hand, Yami wiped away the tears, even if new ones took the previous ones' place.
Yami kissed my cheek gently. "Believe me, Yuugi, in those six months I did nothing but try to find way to return. More than anything, I wanted you to know that I love you and I wasn't going to leave you alone like that again." He kissed my cheek again, getting closer to my lips. "I'm happiest around you. Your smile gives me hope. I hate to see you upset." He kissed the corner of my lips. "More than anything, I love you. I don't want anything to come between that." I turned my head, allowing Yami's lips to be placed lightly on my own. For a while, we stayed like that. I didn't move, and neither did he. There was no need to. This was the most perfect moment yet for me. The arm around my shoulder slid down to the middle in my back, while the other hand was wrapped securely in my own. All of my emotions was poured into this one kiss. I wanted to make those emotions known to Yami, whether he knows them or not.
A minute or two later, Yami and I pulled away unwilingly. Staring into his eyes, I finally did know what he was thinking. More than anything in the world, I wished this moment would last forever. I could live my whole life wrapped in Yami's arms and I wouldn't be complaining. Life is perfect as it is. Why ruin it? I placed another kiss on Yami's lips, this one short and sweet. I smiled softly. "I love you, Yami."
He mirrored my expression. "I love you too, Yuugi." Yes. Perfect.
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Kurisuten: -slumped over desk- You know how at the beginning of a fanfic, all you want to do it type and update the story as fast as you can, then toward the end you start getting lazier and lazier?
Kishichi: -pats back- It's all okay, Kurisuten.
Kurisuten: On a happier note, all that's left of the epilouge and the after word. I finally finished my story. I feel so accomplished. I don't really like the beginning of the fic much, though. It has too many plot holes.
Kishichi: It's called the development of the writer.
Kurisuten: If you say so. Here's a question for this chapter. Now that Yami and Yuugi are finally together, what do you think they're feeling now as opposed to before they knew they loved each other? Lame question, but I stayed up all night to type this and I'm tired.
Kishichi: You're a dedicated person, Kurisuten.
Kurisuten: Thanks. -waves weakily- Oyasumi nasai, minna-san. -yawns-
Kishichi: Good night, everyone. -waves-