I'd Do Anything

by Kestrel

Ch. 2

Another day is going by

I'm thinking about you all the time

But you're out there and I'm here waiting

Yami pushed his elbows into the fluffy pillow and sighed deeply. Or rather, he pushed Elaina's elbows into the pillow. He hadn't gotten used to his hikari being a girl. He doubted he ever would.

Rolling over, wincing slightly as his vessel's long hair snagged beneath her body, Yami stared at the shadows rippling on the ceiling. It was late afternoon, and the sun was beginning its journey downward past the horizon. Elaina loved sunsets, Yami recalled, and sat up so she could watch the shifting clouds.

The scene outside her bedroom window really was beautiful, Yami realized for the first time. The rolling hills of this American farm Elaina and her parents owned split the setting rays of light into so many multi-colored gems. The spirit of the Millennium puzzle sighed once more. The sunset, in all its dark flaming hues, reminded him of Yugi's hair.

Everything reminded him of Yugi these days. Perhaps it was the move, from the suburban city to this fascinating scape in the country. Elaina complained that it was too open. Yami was captivated by the lack of high-rise buildings and concrete pavement. He'd never seen a land so close to his homeland of Egypt.

I could always imagine that the hills were sand dunes, and the trees pyramids, Yami pondered. Elaina, from the open door of her soul room, giggled.

"This isn't Egypt, Yami," she murmured lovingly. He smiled back for her sake.

"I can always imagine," he replied. He then closed the door to his soul room and maintained control of her body from in there. He wanted to pace the room, keeping his thoughts to himself.

His thoughts of Yugi.

How long has it been, aibou? Yami mused. Sixteen years? Seventeen? I've lost count, aibou. Has it really been that long?

The sun had nearly completed its trek downward, and was sinking behind the huge oak tree that Elaina loved to climb. Yami watched it in silence, and then decided to contact Yugi.

I can't contact him mentally, like I used to, Yami sighed. We aren't bonded anymore.

"Elaina," he asked the girl, cracking open his soul door and striding across the hallway in their minds, "how would I contact someone in the real world?"

She turned in her chair, filing her nails.

"You mean Yugi?"

Yami started, then flushed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Is it really that obvious?"

She grinned. "Yep." Hopping up, she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. She then threw open one of the many cabinets that lined the walls. Stationary, stamps, colored pens and stickers lay inside, all in labeled shoe boxes. Elaina waved towards them with a flourish. "Write him a letter."

Yami, staring at the multitude of supplies, felt a silly grin spread itself across his face.

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