All he really wants out of life is his Memories. ...His Memories, and perhaps a few pleasant moments along the way. "Popcorn chicken, yes," he says, looking into baffled slate-blue eyes. "I know nothing pops, and I don't think there's any corn involved..."
A little gingerly, the Black Magician takes a piece, looks at it, and then looks at him. Yami no Yuugi nods approvingly.
"You dip it in here," he says, "this is Barbecue Sauce," and when the Magician hesitates, he takes his hand and guides him through the motions. Bringing his hand to his mouth, "and then you eat it."
The Magician smiles. "That's good Master, thank you." Dipping another piece, "do you want some?"
It's a large box of chicken, and the pieces are small; and it takes them a while to eat all of it, especially once they start feeding it to each other. The Black Magician's got an infectuous smile. He's got a laugh that makes Yami no Yuugi want to laugh with him. And his mouth is soft and sweet, even when it isn't smeared with Barbecue Sauce; they find this out about three quarters of the way through the box. His arms are very warm, and so is the rest of his body.
All Yami no Yuugi wants out of life is his Memories. He wants them; he'll do anything to get them. But a little affection now and then does make things easier, and even if the Magician isn't exactly real, his affection is very real indeed.