A Little Winter Miracle
Pan: *narrows eyes dangerously* Right then, who reviewed as 'upset reviewer'?! As you said yourself, this is MY fic. I apologised long ago for OOCness. And, think about it, it wouldn't have fit if Yami did that - Yugi was feeling seriously messed up, and he wanted to forget about being attacked, in this case, by replacing it with a better memory. OK? And I suggest, if you want to make a better point, don't point out that the author actually wrote the fic. Gives you less ground for argument.
By the way, I've never played the flute in my life. I play fife, cornet, flugel, and keyboard. A fife is pretty close, but it's a period instrument (I take part in 'living history' demonstrations - I'm a musician. The historical period is the British Army of 1776, which should ring a bell for Americans) and therefore, it's not as complex.
AND, I'm actually attempting to write a piece of music that will be called 'Miracle'. I get bored a lot, so I'm writing the tune for this fic. Wow, my life must be seriously dull. Anyways, I'll make it into a midi, and I might put it on the internet. Of course, I have to write it first.
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Yami knocked on Yugi's door. "Please come out! No-one's going to hurt you - the police have been told everything you told me last night. You don't need to speak to them." he pleaded. "And Anzu wouldn't come here. Bakura, Seto, Ryou and me are all here; she'd have to get past us to get to you, and that's not likely." he added. The door opened a crack, and Yugi peeked out. "See, koibito, just me here." Yami said. Yugi opened the door fully. His small face held reflections of the injuries he had sustained at the hands of Anzu's 'friends'.
"Besides..." Yami said, trying to think of something that would distract Yugi. "You promised me that you would teach me to play the flute!" Yugi looked up. "I suppose I did." A smile formed on his face. "Come on then. It's not easy, mind you." Yami smiled. "I know, I know..." he said, following Yugi down towards the music room.
Yugi picked up his carefully polished flute, showing Yami how to assemble the pieces. He had one of the old instruments that Seto had bought long ago, the one that Yugi had played before Christmas. That step wasn't particularly hard, nor was holding the long piece of metal. However, the trouble came with blowing a note. The lips had to be perfectly aligned with the mouthpiece to produce a clear note, and this took Yami the best part of an hour to master. Yugi was a patient teacher though, correcting Yami where he went wrong, and giving little tips and hints. By lunchtime, Yami had succeeded in playing 'Yankee Doodle', and despite being nowhere near Yugi's musical prowess, he was pleased with the simple tune. As they went to lunch, Yugi smiled up at his taller koi. "Thanks for helping me forget, Yami." he said. "I'm sure you'll be able to play 'Miracle' in no time at all." "I look forward to that time." Yami replied.
"Hey, Yugi, I'm assuming Yami was playing too, because if it was you alone then something was wrong." Bakura said on their arrival. Yugi laughed, sitting down. "Yes, Yami was playing too. And I wouldn't laugh, because you can't even sing on the right note." he told Bakura. Yami laughed loudly. "He can't even play chess, let alone sing!" he said. "Yeah, keep thinking that, Yami. Just remember, I know something the rest of them don't." Bakura smirked and replied.
Ryou looked up from his plate momentarily to look at Bakura. "If you mean that Yami and Yugi are a couple, I know that anyway." he said swiftly, before returning to his lunch. Bakura looked confused, while Yami laughed his head off. "Aw, shut it!" Bakura pouted, taking his empty plate into the kitchen.
At that moment, Seto joined them at the table. "Yugi, you may want to know that Anzu and her two friends are being held in custody at Domino Police Station." he said briefly. Yugi's eyes widened. "Th-they've been caught?" he said. Seto nodded. "Yes, found hiding out in an apartment in the commercial district." he informed them. Yami smiled brightly. "There, Yugi, nothing else to worry about now! If the police have them, they can't hurt you!" he said. Yugi looked up. "Yes. Nothing to worry about..."
"Ah... well, Yugi has to go and identify them as the people who attacked him." Seto said carefully. "You were a tiny bit pre-emptive with that statement, Yami." Yugi was frozen, staring at the plate before him. "Ano... well, it can't be that bad, can it? After all, they'll be under guard... none of them will be able to get near Yugi..." Yami said slowly. "I know. I'll go with you, Yugi, how's that?" Yugi looked up, a sparkle in his eyes saying yes, but he made no movement to show it. "If you go, Yami, you mustn't influence Yugi in any way - it has to be him who identifies them." Seto pointed out. Yami shrugged. "That can be managed." he said. "So, I'll go with you this afternoon then, Yuu-chan?" Seto smirked at the affecionate nickname. Yugi smiled brightly, and nodded.
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"Thanks for the ride, Seto. We'll walk home." Yami said, climbing out of the car, and helping Yugi out. They stood outside Domino Police Station. It was cold, and the sky showed all signs of snowing again. Yugi was cutely bundled up in a jacket, scarf and mittens. Yami had just opted for the scarf, sticking his hands firmly into the pockets of his tight trousers.
"Ready then?" Yami asked, as Seto's car sped off down the street. Yugi tugged one of Yami's hands from his pocket, and held it tightly. "Yeah, I'm ready." he answered quietly. They climbed up the steps together, and entered the imposing building.
Yugi approached the reception desk. A bored looking girl sat behind it, tapping away on a keyboard. "Um..." Yugi said. "Well, hello there. What can I do for you, boys?" the girl said, turning from her screen. "M-my name is Muto Yugi, and..." Yugi began. Evidently, that was all he need say, because she picked up a phone, and said into it 'Excuse me, Chief, but Muto Yugi is here.' She listened for a moment, and then put the phone down. "Please wait a minute." She said to the pair, returning to her screen.
A while later, the Police Chief came out to greet them. "Ah, you must be Muto Yugi..." He shook hands with the short boy. "And... Kiseki Yami, we spoke this morning, didn't we? Yes, a lot of the information you gave us was very useful." Yami nodded. "I hope you don't mind, Yugi wanted me to come with him..." he said, smiling. "That's perfectly fine. Now, if you'll come with me..." The chief showed them through a thick, reinforced door. "At around eleven am, we arrested these three for the attack of Muto Yugi... Their names are Mazaki Anzu, Haga, and Ryuusaki, we don't know the family names of the last two. They'll be behind shatterproof glass, in a sealed room with a guard in there. We just need you to tell us if they are the three who attacked you." he explained. They reached another door. He ushered them into it, closing the door behind them. It was long and dark, with a large window showing into another room.
"OK, Sergant." he said into a phone on the wall. The door in the other room opened. Three teenagers filed in, one with long, messy hair, wearing a red hat over it, one with short blue hair and glasses, and the brown-haired, blue-eyed Mazaki Anzu.
Yugi's hand tightened almost painfully around Yami's. His body grew tense, and Yami could feel him shaking. "Yugi? Are they the ones who attacked you?" Yami asked quietly. Yugi's violet eyes ran over each of the people in the other room, before he made a quick, scared nod.
Yami looked up, surprised as his eyes met Anzu's. The glass wasn't soundproof.
"You bastard, Kiseki!" she screeched, voice muffled only slightly by the separating wall and glass. "I swear it, you'll die before I do!" She hammered her fists on the glass. Yugi bit his lip, trying to pull Yami towards the door. "Don't you walk away from me!" Anzu's ear-splitting voice continued. Yami turned his eyes from her, and kissed Yugi on the forehead. "Well done..." he murmured, as they followed the Chief away.
"Well, thank you boys!" the Chief said. "We may have to call you into court at some time, only to give evidence for the prosecution of these three, but the matter will be sorted soon." "Thank you." Yugi said. Yami smiled, as they left the police station, and began the short walk home.
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"There. Nothing to worry about, and no pre-emptiveness this time!" Yami said happily, kicking up the snow that had just begun to fall. Yugi just smiled, mittened hand still wrapped around Yami's.
Yami's eyes settled on an alleyway. He pointed at it. "If it wasn't for you, Yugi, I'd be sitting down that alleyway, wishing that I could just die." he said. "But you've changed my life. You're the real miracle here." Yugi shrugged. "A miracle, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. You're my miracle, Yami, that doesn't change, as long as I have you." he replied. "And as long as I have you too." Yami finished, as they walked through the gates towards the house.
Pan: *narrows eyes dangerously* Right then, who reviewed as 'upset reviewer'?! As you said yourself, this is MY fic. I apologised long ago for OOCness. And, think about it, it wouldn't have fit if Yami did that - Yugi was feeling seriously messed up, and he wanted to forget about being attacked, in this case, by replacing it with a better memory. OK? And I suggest, if you want to make a better point, don't point out that the author actually wrote the fic. Gives you less ground for argument.
By the way, I've never played the flute in my life. I play fife, cornet, flugel, and keyboard. A fife is pretty close, but it's a period instrument (I take part in 'living history' demonstrations - I'm a musician. The historical period is the British Army of 1776, which should ring a bell for Americans) and therefore, it's not as complex.
AND, I'm actually attempting to write a piece of music that will be called 'Miracle'. I get bored a lot, so I'm writing the tune for this fic. Wow, my life must be seriously dull. Anyways, I'll make it into a midi, and I might put it on the internet. Of course, I have to write it first.
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Yami knocked on Yugi's door. "Please come out! No-one's going to hurt you - the police have been told everything you told me last night. You don't need to speak to them." he pleaded. "And Anzu wouldn't come here. Bakura, Seto, Ryou and me are all here; she'd have to get past us to get to you, and that's not likely." he added. The door opened a crack, and Yugi peeked out. "See, koibito, just me here." Yami said. Yugi opened the door fully. His small face held reflections of the injuries he had sustained at the hands of Anzu's 'friends'.
"Besides..." Yami said, trying to think of something that would distract Yugi. "You promised me that you would teach me to play the flute!" Yugi looked up. "I suppose I did." A smile formed on his face. "Come on then. It's not easy, mind you." Yami smiled. "I know, I know..." he said, following Yugi down towards the music room.
Yugi picked up his carefully polished flute, showing Yami how to assemble the pieces. He had one of the old instruments that Seto had bought long ago, the one that Yugi had played before Christmas. That step wasn't particularly hard, nor was holding the long piece of metal. However, the trouble came with blowing a note. The lips had to be perfectly aligned with the mouthpiece to produce a clear note, and this took Yami the best part of an hour to master. Yugi was a patient teacher though, correcting Yami where he went wrong, and giving little tips and hints. By lunchtime, Yami had succeeded in playing 'Yankee Doodle', and despite being nowhere near Yugi's musical prowess, he was pleased with the simple tune. As they went to lunch, Yugi smiled up at his taller koi. "Thanks for helping me forget, Yami." he said. "I'm sure you'll be able to play 'Miracle' in no time at all." "I look forward to that time." Yami replied.
"Hey, Yugi, I'm assuming Yami was playing too, because if it was you alone then something was wrong." Bakura said on their arrival. Yugi laughed, sitting down. "Yes, Yami was playing too. And I wouldn't laugh, because you can't even sing on the right note." he told Bakura. Yami laughed loudly. "He can't even play chess, let alone sing!" he said. "Yeah, keep thinking that, Yami. Just remember, I know something the rest of them don't." Bakura smirked and replied.
Ryou looked up from his plate momentarily to look at Bakura. "If you mean that Yami and Yugi are a couple, I know that anyway." he said swiftly, before returning to his lunch. Bakura looked confused, while Yami laughed his head off. "Aw, shut it!" Bakura pouted, taking his empty plate into the kitchen.
At that moment, Seto joined them at the table. "Yugi, you may want to know that Anzu and her two friends are being held in custody at Domino Police Station." he said briefly. Yugi's eyes widened. "Th-they've been caught?" he said. Seto nodded. "Yes, found hiding out in an apartment in the commercial district." he informed them. Yami smiled brightly. "There, Yugi, nothing else to worry about now! If the police have them, they can't hurt you!" he said. Yugi looked up. "Yes. Nothing to worry about..."
"Ah... well, Yugi has to go and identify them as the people who attacked him." Seto said carefully. "You were a tiny bit pre-emptive with that statement, Yami." Yugi was frozen, staring at the plate before him. "Ano... well, it can't be that bad, can it? After all, they'll be under guard... none of them will be able to get near Yugi..." Yami said slowly. "I know. I'll go with you, Yugi, how's that?" Yugi looked up, a sparkle in his eyes saying yes, but he made no movement to show it. "If you go, Yami, you mustn't influence Yugi in any way - it has to be him who identifies them." Seto pointed out. Yami shrugged. "That can be managed." he said. "So, I'll go with you this afternoon then, Yuu-chan?" Seto smirked at the affecionate nickname. Yugi smiled brightly, and nodded.
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"Thanks for the ride, Seto. We'll walk home." Yami said, climbing out of the car, and helping Yugi out. They stood outside Domino Police Station. It was cold, and the sky showed all signs of snowing again. Yugi was cutely bundled up in a jacket, scarf and mittens. Yami had just opted for the scarf, sticking his hands firmly into the pockets of his tight trousers.
"Ready then?" Yami asked, as Seto's car sped off down the street. Yugi tugged one of Yami's hands from his pocket, and held it tightly. "Yeah, I'm ready." he answered quietly. They climbed up the steps together, and entered the imposing building.
Yugi approached the reception desk. A bored looking girl sat behind it, tapping away on a keyboard. "Um..." Yugi said. "Well, hello there. What can I do for you, boys?" the girl said, turning from her screen. "M-my name is Muto Yugi, and..." Yugi began. Evidently, that was all he need say, because she picked up a phone, and said into it 'Excuse me, Chief, but Muto Yugi is here.' She listened for a moment, and then put the phone down. "Please wait a minute." She said to the pair, returning to her screen.
A while later, the Police Chief came out to greet them. "Ah, you must be Muto Yugi..." He shook hands with the short boy. "And... Kiseki Yami, we spoke this morning, didn't we? Yes, a lot of the information you gave us was very useful." Yami nodded. "I hope you don't mind, Yugi wanted me to come with him..." he said, smiling. "That's perfectly fine. Now, if you'll come with me..." The chief showed them through a thick, reinforced door. "At around eleven am, we arrested these three for the attack of Muto Yugi... Their names are Mazaki Anzu, Haga, and Ryuusaki, we don't know the family names of the last two. They'll be behind shatterproof glass, in a sealed room with a guard in there. We just need you to tell us if they are the three who attacked you." he explained. They reached another door. He ushered them into it, closing the door behind them. It was long and dark, with a large window showing into another room.
"OK, Sergant." he said into a phone on the wall. The door in the other room opened. Three teenagers filed in, one with long, messy hair, wearing a red hat over it, one with short blue hair and glasses, and the brown-haired, blue-eyed Mazaki Anzu.
Yugi's hand tightened almost painfully around Yami's. His body grew tense, and Yami could feel him shaking. "Yugi? Are they the ones who attacked you?" Yami asked quietly. Yugi's violet eyes ran over each of the people in the other room, before he made a quick, scared nod.
Yami looked up, surprised as his eyes met Anzu's. The glass wasn't soundproof.
"You bastard, Kiseki!" she screeched, voice muffled only slightly by the separating wall and glass. "I swear it, you'll die before I do!" She hammered her fists on the glass. Yugi bit his lip, trying to pull Yami towards the door. "Don't you walk away from me!" Anzu's ear-splitting voice continued. Yami turned his eyes from her, and kissed Yugi on the forehead. "Well done..." he murmured, as they followed the Chief away.
"Well, thank you boys!" the Chief said. "We may have to call you into court at some time, only to give evidence for the prosecution of these three, but the matter will be sorted soon." "Thank you." Yugi said. Yami smiled, as they left the police station, and began the short walk home.
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"There. Nothing to worry about, and no pre-emptiveness this time!" Yami said happily, kicking up the snow that had just begun to fall. Yugi just smiled, mittened hand still wrapped around Yami's.
Yami's eyes settled on an alleyway. He pointed at it. "If it wasn't for you, Yugi, I'd be sitting down that alleyway, wishing that I could just die." he said. "But you've changed my life. You're the real miracle here." Yugi shrugged. "A miracle, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. You're my miracle, Yami, that doesn't change, as long as I have you." he replied. "And as long as I have you too." Yami finished, as they walked through the gates towards the house.