Since no one but Seto, Ishizu, and Marik knew what went down in the hall the ship was sailing west for the Final Duel.
Seto had a heavy weight resting on him as he came to Yuugi's door, he almost felt sorry for his rival. They had become somewhat friends in the past years towards each other, although, except to those close at hand neither would admit it. He firmly knocked on the door. Holding an expression much like always, as to not give Yuugi reason to worry at first glace.
Yuugi fresh out of the shower, towel wrapped firmly around his waist. Another towel in hand still drying the wild locks of his opened the door. "Seto… This is a surprise." He smiled and opened the door for him to come in. "I can put on a robe if you like, pants, or pajama's if my towel is discomforting for you." He paused shutting the door behind Seto. "I wasn't expecting company."
Seto softened his expression. It was almost hard to believe that four years ago he was nothing but a shy, scared little boy with a heart of gold and innocent eyes. Now in present day Yami's traits had carried over to him, he kept his heart, although his eyes held little innocence in them. "Your attire is fine in the confines of your room." He sighed. "Yuugi take a seat, this is going to take a while, and take you for a loop."
Yuugi gave a quizzical look, and went over to the table with two chairs. He pulled on out for Seto, and took the other for himself.
Seto proceeded to recap the meeting with Ishizu, and Marik. Yuugi never interrupted, just listened intently. When Seto had finished silence feel between the two.
"Thank You Seto…" Yuugi had touched the puzzle with little motion, and was in the hall between rooms.
Seto had figured that he wouldn't have much to say, and that he would go directly to Yami. Moments passed as he watched Yuugi's motionless form. It could take a while, and he felt it best if he depart. If Yuugi or Yami wanted to talk they could find him later.
Yuugi was managing calm, at least until he managed to give the recollection. He didn't want to think, to cloud what he need to share. Knocking on Yami's door. Yami appeared quickly as always, how he always wondered as the room as a maze.
Before Yuugi's name could escape Yami's lips, Yuugi had let the dam down. The story came 90 miles an hour, but surprisingly Yuugi didn't cry. Yami's brain was spinning trying to take in what was told.
"Partner…" Yami's smile was gentle as he pulled Yuugi into an embrace. "In a way, deep down, we always knew something would happen by us loving each other."
Yuugi sighed, nuzzling Yami's chest. "I'll duel honestly, as promised." He paused. "I'd follow you any where… Even to the after life."
Yami wanted more than anything to except that as comfort, yet deep down he knew that was depriving Yuugi of at least another 60 years of his life. "You know you cannot follow me. You still have so much to live for."
Yuugi shook his head. "You are my life, and if you leave…" He paused, breathing deep. "Then I've got nothing left to live for." He pulled himself from resting in Yami's warm chest, fresh tears in his eyes. He took Yami's hand, and placed their hands palm to palm.
"Destiny brought us this far twisted, cruel, and brutally honest. Despite her tricky hand she's given us love as well. Partner if that is your wish then it is my wish as well. I will follow you in death, or in life." Yami paused. "Be it one body, or two separate."
