Summary: "Yuugi, what the fuck are you doing?"
"I got a package for you~!" Yuugi skipped happily into the shop from the back stairs, slamming the door shut and jarring the older woman who had been perusing booster packs for the last half hour.
Yami, of course, was alert at the desk, waiting for her to decide on which one she wanted for her son. He had already asked her three times if she wanted help, if she knew what sort of deck her son had or anything helpful. "No," she didn't know any of that information and "No," she didn't want any help.
Yuugi's voice turned into a croak as he noticed her jump, and his voice immediately sunk to a whisper. "I'm sorry. I'll come back later," he said.
"It's fine," Yami said, his eyes on the woman. She was going to have to give up some time. She knew nothing about the game at all-it was obvious enough already. "Why didn't it come to the front?" A glance revealed it to be of small size, wrapped in plain, brown paper and tied elegantly with white rope. A black envelope was wedged between the two.
Yuugi had already guessed what he was thinking. "No, it's mail for you!" Yami held out his hand for the package, and it was hanging there for quite a few seconds on its own. When he turned around to look at Yuugi, his other half added,
"It's from Marik!"
Yami rolled his eyes. "Marik is a person, Yuugi, just like you and me. His packages aren't special, either. Hand it here." As Yuugi did so, the lady-customer decided that she was finally going to pick a pack. As she approached the counter, Yuugi hastily took the package back, deft fingers prying at the envelope attached to the top.
"Ma'am," Yami said, remembering to be polite as he rung up his customer's choice, "does your son play this game often?"
"Hours," she quipped. "It's very annoying. But I know he likes it, and seems to take strategy so I want to keep his mind sharp."
Yami held in a sigh. "Yes, well it's just that one pack usually isn't nearly enough to be helpful to a deck. You have a better chance of a better or rarer card if you buy more than one pack. Now we have a sale on packs this week - 3 for 1000 yen. The special saves-"
"Why isn't one enough? Doesn't it have just as much chance of getting a rare card as the others? Should I go choose another deck?"
Yuugi began to snicker, and the woman looked at him indignantly. He blushed, and began babbling apologies immediately. "It's this package... I..." he retreated to the stairs instead of bothering to continue.
"It does," Yami answered her question, ignoring Yuugi entirely, "but you have a better chance overall if you buy more packs."
"Well if I did that," she squawked. "I'd be buying every pack in the store! If I wanted to spend that kind of money I'd go pay a bill!"
Yami's smile was faltering, he could feel it. "You don't have to buy every pack. I'm merely suggesting that you take advantage of our 3 pack offer."
"I came to the register with one pack. I'd go get three if I wanted three."
Yami didn't say another thing, simply ringing up the single pack and completing the transaction. He eyeballed the woman as she haughtily exited the shop. He hoped her son was a delinquent. "Fuck," he swore, "This is why I hate working with people."
Laughter burst out of the stairwell, and Yami was not in the mood to be made fun of.
"Yuugi, what the fuck are you doing?"
The laughter continued. After several seconds, it was obvious that he wasn't going to stop any time soon. Yuugi stepped back into the shop, the package in his hands, still partially covered in the paper packaging. "You... you..." and Yuugi's speech degenerated back into laughter.
"It wasn't that funny," Yami snapped, snatching his mail from Yuugi's hands - and immediately hid the bottle underneath the counter. What the fuck is this?" He glared at Yuugi, sure that this was a joke that his counterpart was in on. "You brought this into the shop?"
"You gotta be kidding me!" Yuugi squeaked back. "I had nothing to do with it... it's hilarious, though!" And he was back to laughing.
"I'm going to kill Marik."
Edited 7/10/15 – Not much going on here. Just some syntax corrections, really. If you've read this already, feel free to skip ahead. Original commentary below.
Alrighty then. An obvious, fun piece meant to take up a prompt and also brainstorm to get my mind going on more of them.
This is prompt #04.