A Little Winter Miracle
Yami's POV
I woke up early. That's unusual, for a start. So, I took out the paper with that poem on it. I can tell it's from Yugi, his writing is so neat and small. It's just like him; he doesn't look like much, but what he says and what he does is so strong. I think that's one thing I like about him, he's not scared. Even when Anzu was being a bitch, he took it in his stride and ignored her, for the most part. I like him, but do I love him?
I went to the window. The snow hasn't yet melted, but the sky is blue, and the sun is shining, so it won't last long. Shame really. But, it's just five weeks until I can have this stupid cast off. Kami-sama, this thing is SO annoying! I can't WAIT to get it off my arm!
Looking at my clock, it's only 6:30. Well, it's not so early! So, I go downstairs. The wrapping paper's all been cleared away; I wonder what Seto did with it all. I'm just about to sit down, and I hear a noise by the door. It's just the letterbox, but the mail doesn't come this early. When I go to fetch the post, I see a figure running away down the road, but, I really didn't think about it, until I took out the letter.
It was addressed to Yugi. It wasn't in an envelope or anything, but the name 'Yugi' was scrawled across the top of the paper. I just glanced down it to see who it was from.
Mazaki Anzu.
I could feel my eyes widen as I read the rest of it. It was terrible; saying she'd get her revenge, she'd kill him if she ever saw him again, and a lot of other things, things to hurt him. Then my name was mentioned.
'And tell Yami that someone will be waiting for him outside the hospital when he gets his cast off, and he'd better be ready to go back in there!'
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Normal POV
Yami turned and sprinted up the stairs. He burst into Yugi's room without knocking. "Yugi-kun! Yugi-kun, wake up!" he said desperately shaking the boy. Yugi blearily opened his eyes, and looked up at Yami. "Yami? Do you realise what time it is?" he said, sitting up slowly. "Read this!" Yami said, thrusting the letter at him. Yugi's sleepy eyes ran over the letter, but by the end he was wide awake.
"Oh, Yami, this means it'll be my fault if you get hurt again!" the small boy said, almost crying.
Wait... the letter says that Anzu will kill him if she sees him, but he's more concerned about me?
"It won't be, Yugi, none of this is your fault!" Yami said, kneeling down next to Yugi's bed. "If it's anyone's fault, it's Anzu's. Or mine. I don't know, but whatever, it's not yours." He frowned in slight confusion. "And we'll just have to be careful." Yugi smiled, small tears filling his eyes, and overflowing in sparkling streams over his cheeks. "You're so... so..." Yugi said slowly, lost for words.
Amethyst met ruby as their eyes locked on the other's. There was silence between the two, as tiny teardrops fell from Yugi cheeks onto the mattress. Emotions, more than just friendship, surfaced in Yami's heart, and he quickly leaned forward, capturing Yugi's lips in a soft kiss. Yugi's violet eyes opened wide in sudden surprise, and then closed as he wrapped one of his arms around Yami's neck, pulling the taller boy towards him and deepening the kiss.
They parted slowly, Yugi's eyes opening to glitter brightly at Yami. "I guess I do love you..." Yami said, smirking at Yugi. "I'm so glad you do!" Yugi cried, flinging his arms around Yami's neck. Yami returned the hug with one arm, smiling more happily than he had done in a long time. "Since I met you... I was hoping... I didn't dare say anything, I learnt not to from experience..." Yugi said, burying his face in Yami's shoulder. "Now you don't need to worry." Yami replied. "I will always be here for you. I won't let anyone harm you."
The letter lay forgotten on the floor.
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As the New Year passed smoothly, with no-one seeing neither hide nor hair of Anzu, her threats were soon forgotten to all except Yami. The letter sat innocently on his desk as a constant reminder. Even Yugi had forgotten - but he was to wrapped up in happiness to think about something like that.
More often than not, both Yami and Yugi would retreat to the music room, and Yugi's happy playing echoed through the house. Yugi had promised that he would teach Yami to play the flute, when his arm got better. Until then, Yami was content to sit and listen, or sometimes read. As of yet, only Bakura had found out about their relationship, and that was only because he'd figured it out from the amount of time they spent together.
One of these afternoons spent in the music room, Yugi took out a new piece of music.Yami listened curiously - it was certainly a lovely piece of music, but Yugi seemed to know by heart already, despite it being new. Yugi's first practice of a piece of music was normally punctuated by irritated yells from the young musician as he tripped over the notes. But Yugi played this piece without fault. Suspecting something, Yami got up and looked over Yugi's shoulder.
The piece of paper was boldly titled 'Miracle', and written in duet. Yami had been learning to read music while he couldn't play. Also written on the paper were the words 'Composed by Muto Yugi'.
"You wrote this?" Yami asked when Yugi finished. The shorter boy blushed and nodded. "Yes." he replied. "I only finished it last night." "It's wonderful," Yami told him, kissing the boy's cheek. "And it's written for duet." Yugi smiled. "That was the hardest part of writing this. Getting two parts to play together and compliment each other with every note. That I did just before New Years', it's just taken this long to write it neatly."
"Just before New Years'?" Yami repeated, suddenly figuring something out. "And 'Kiseki' means 'Miracle'... this isn't what I think it is, is it?" Yugi blushed redder. "If you think that I wrote this for you, then you would be correct. The second part is for you to play when you can."
"I love you." Yami said, turning Yugi to face him, and kissing him softly on the lips. "I just can't wait for my arm to get better now!" "Well, you'll just have to be patient. It's only three more weeks now." Yugi replied, smirking. Yami folded his arms and pouted. "Not fair." he said. "Go read one of your music theory books. I can't teach you to play until you can read music." Yugi told him, putting his flute to his lips again. Yami sighed, sitting down again to listen to Yugi play, and learn how to decipher the many little black dots that made up music.
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Pan: Excuse the shortness, and the big time-skip. I can't update as often now I'm back at school, but I'll try. Like most of my fanfics, I have yet to figure out where this is actually going.