Yippee skippy. _Another_ chapter.
Yugi: What's with you? That sounds like something _Yami_ would be saying.
Yami: Hey yeah, it does. What gives?
Nothing...just that I've got this serious problem on where to take the fic next...
Yami: I'm not sure if I like the sound of this...
See, it can be either dark angsty pain and misery next, or cutesy fluffyness. I don't know what to do!!!
Yugi: Isn't it obvious? Do...um...one of them.
Yami: Why not choose the lesser of two evils?
It's like choosing who has a cooler evil hairstyle - Yami Malik or Yami Bakura? You can't expect me to just make a choice!
Yami: My hair is cool...
Yugi: Cheer up Chaos! You'll think of something! Here -
::Chaos Chao doesn't own Yugioh (yet)::
You made that nice disclaimer for li'll old me? Kaawwaaiii!
Yugi: *blushes*
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Chapter Seven - People, who need people...
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…Oh my head…where am I? I was…being carried somewhere? I couldn't see, but it felt like someone smaller than me was
carrying me. But that meant…why would he do that? I forced my eyes to open. Yes, Aibou had slung me over his shoulders and was
carrying me. For a second, I all could think about was how nice and peaceful this all seemed. To me, this seemed too nice
to be real. I'll probably wake up and find it was a dream, here to taunt me when I'm at my worst. Then a minor jolt sent a
wave of pain flooding from my chest. Pain? Then it wasn't a dream! And even though more aches made themselves known, I
took them all in gladly, happy for anything that confirmed that this was really happening.
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I shifted Yami's weight on my shoulders as the Shop came into view. The only real difficulty with carrying Yami was
his size. His body is, if anything, even worse built than mine is. He's actually pretty scrawny, physically speaking. I
can't believe I never noticed it before. It explains why he never fought hand to hand before - he _couldn't_. As I got him
settled again, some of his blood dripped onto my face and I had to pause to wipe it off. As I did so, I heard a faint,
mumbled apology from Yami. I looked at him - his eyes were half open, not quite in focus, and bright from fever. He was the
picture of misery. I whispered what little comfort I could offer and got him inside. I made him sit on the sofa and ran to
get the things I thought I'd need. Luckily, the cuts themselves weren't too bad. Yami didn't say a word as I cleaned off
the blood and wrapped his head, arm, and chest in bandages. Then there was the fever. I had to patiently explain the
thermometer to him twice before he'd put it in his mouth. He should be thankful Grandpa broke the other one - I doubted he'd
have let me use that one on him at all. As I scurried back and forth, I could feel his eyes watching me questioningly.
"Okay, let's see." I made a face at the readout. "That's it; you're staying put." He still didn't say anything as I
cleared away what I didn't need, but after I came back into the room he spoke. "Aibou?" He sounded nervous - I didn't blame
him, I had yelled at him for using the intimate term before. I also knew what he was going to ask. "Let me guess: why am I
going to all this trouble?" He nodded. I sat down next to him and took a deep breath. "Yami…I never wanted you to leave
me."
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He said that? Did he really say that? I suppose my shock was visible, for he continued, "Yami, I never hated you.
Not really." Something didn't add up. How did he know that was what I thought, unless - "You went in my Soul Room," I said.
Not an accusation, merely a statement. He rubbed at his eyes for a moment, then grabbed me in a big hug. I was startled,
although this was something I definitely liked. "Yami, why didn't you tell me how badly I was hurting you?" I hesitated,
then I put my arm around his shoulders. I really had no idea what I was supposed to say. "Yami, you should have told me,"
he said, and looked me in the eye. Those perfect amethyst eyes seemed to have aged considerably over a short period of time.
I couldn't help but smile. //I could never find the words, Aibou,// I whispered through our now wide-open link. /Still -
if I EVER do that again, tell me right away./ //It's not that big a deal,// I said. /Yami, I threatened to _kill_ you.
That's a really big deal!/ //Yugi, _listen_ to me. Don't beat yourself up about it - the past is the past.// When he still
didn't seemed convinced, I added aloud, "Salaam, Hikari no Tenshi." If Yugi knew what the Arabic word meant he didn't say
anything. Instead, he snuggled closer to me and fell asleep. After a few minutes I did too.
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Yay! Nice happy chapter!
Yami: It's about _time_ you finished tormenting me!
Hey, that reminds me...should this be fluff or dark angsty painness next?
Yami: Aw, _man_...
Yugi: Nobody to blame but yourself for reminding her, Yami.
Yep! Oh, if anybody wants to know - 'Salaam' means 'Peace be unto you'. Cool, ain't it?
Yugi: How do you know Arabic?
School. That's also about the only word I know. And anyway, it started out as this trader's language centuries ago, so people in Egypt would have known some. (I think)
Yami: People, review please. Make her stop the madness!
Be quiet Yami. Yo! Listen up, ya'll!
Yugi: There's a vote here. Fluff vs Angst, pain, and misery. Send in your choice!
Because if you don't, there won't be an update next week!
Yugi & Yami: O_O;;
And i'm dead serious! ^________^
Yugi: What's with you? That sounds like something _Yami_ would be saying.
Yami: Hey yeah, it does. What gives?
Nothing...just that I've got this serious problem on where to take the fic next...
Yami: I'm not sure if I like the sound of this...
See, it can be either dark angsty pain and misery next, or cutesy fluffyness. I don't know what to do!!!
Yugi: Isn't it obvious? Do...um...one of them.
Yami: Why not choose the lesser of two evils?
It's like choosing who has a cooler evil hairstyle - Yami Malik or Yami Bakura? You can't expect me to just make a choice!
Yami: My hair is cool...
Yugi: Cheer up Chaos! You'll think of something! Here -
::Chaos Chao doesn't own Yugioh (yet)::
You made that nice disclaimer for li'll old me? Kaawwaaiii!
Yugi: *blushes*
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Chapter Seven - People, who need people...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
…Oh my head…where am I? I was…being carried somewhere? I couldn't see, but it felt like someone smaller than me was
carrying me. But that meant…why would he do that? I forced my eyes to open. Yes, Aibou had slung me over his shoulders and was
carrying me. For a second, I all could think about was how nice and peaceful this all seemed. To me, this seemed too nice
to be real. I'll probably wake up and find it was a dream, here to taunt me when I'm at my worst. Then a minor jolt sent a
wave of pain flooding from my chest. Pain? Then it wasn't a dream! And even though more aches made themselves known, I
took them all in gladly, happy for anything that confirmed that this was really happening.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I shifted Yami's weight on my shoulders as the Shop came into view. The only real difficulty with carrying Yami was
his size. His body is, if anything, even worse built than mine is. He's actually pretty scrawny, physically speaking. I
can't believe I never noticed it before. It explains why he never fought hand to hand before - he _couldn't_. As I got him
settled again, some of his blood dripped onto my face and I had to pause to wipe it off. As I did so, I heard a faint,
mumbled apology from Yami. I looked at him - his eyes were half open, not quite in focus, and bright from fever. He was the
picture of misery. I whispered what little comfort I could offer and got him inside. I made him sit on the sofa and ran to
get the things I thought I'd need. Luckily, the cuts themselves weren't too bad. Yami didn't say a word as I cleaned off
the blood and wrapped his head, arm, and chest in bandages. Then there was the fever. I had to patiently explain the
thermometer to him twice before he'd put it in his mouth. He should be thankful Grandpa broke the other one - I doubted he'd
have let me use that one on him at all. As I scurried back and forth, I could feel his eyes watching me questioningly.
"Okay, let's see." I made a face at the readout. "That's it; you're staying put." He still didn't say anything as I
cleared away what I didn't need, but after I came back into the room he spoke. "Aibou?" He sounded nervous - I didn't blame
him, I had yelled at him for using the intimate term before. I also knew what he was going to ask. "Let me guess: why am I
going to all this trouble?" He nodded. I sat down next to him and took a deep breath. "Yami…I never wanted you to leave
me."
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He said that? Did he really say that? I suppose my shock was visible, for he continued, "Yami, I never hated you.
Not really." Something didn't add up. How did he know that was what I thought, unless - "You went in my Soul Room," I said.
Not an accusation, merely a statement. He rubbed at his eyes for a moment, then grabbed me in a big hug. I was startled,
although this was something I definitely liked. "Yami, why didn't you tell me how badly I was hurting you?" I hesitated,
then I put my arm around his shoulders. I really had no idea what I was supposed to say. "Yami, you should have told me,"
he said, and looked me in the eye. Those perfect amethyst eyes seemed to have aged considerably over a short period of time.
I couldn't help but smile. //I could never find the words, Aibou,// I whispered through our now wide-open link. /Still -
if I EVER do that again, tell me right away./ //It's not that big a deal,// I said. /Yami, I threatened to _kill_ you.
That's a really big deal!/ //Yugi, _listen_ to me. Don't beat yourself up about it - the past is the past.// When he still
didn't seemed convinced, I added aloud, "Salaam, Hikari no Tenshi." If Yugi knew what the Arabic word meant he didn't say
anything. Instead, he snuggled closer to me and fell asleep. After a few minutes I did too.
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Yay! Nice happy chapter!
Yami: It's about _time_ you finished tormenting me!
Hey, that reminds me...should this be fluff or dark angsty painness next?
Yami: Aw, _man_...
Yugi: Nobody to blame but yourself for reminding her, Yami.
Yep! Oh, if anybody wants to know - 'Salaam' means 'Peace be unto you'. Cool, ain't it?
Yugi: How do you know Arabic?
School. That's also about the only word I know. And anyway, it started out as this trader's language centuries ago, so people in Egypt would have known some. (I think)
Yami: People, review please. Make her stop the madness!
Be quiet Yami. Yo! Listen up, ya'll!
Yugi: There's a vote here. Fluff vs Angst, pain, and misery. Send in your choice!
Because if you don't, there won't be an update next week!
Yugi & Yami: O_O;;
And i'm dead serious! ^________^