...What, you sexy bastards thought I wouldn't come back?
12! -Nice To Meet You
One year and two months after Yami's revival from his coma.
The pale woman's pearl skinned legs shook rapidly underneath her desk. She was very terrified, she was so terrified that her theory came true. Yami and Atem called her yesterday afternoon to report about Yugi. They unfortunately told that her assumptions were right, and she wasn't crazy after all. At first, she was happy that she wasn't going insane. But then, when they gave her details about what they discovered that day, her happiness was immediately destroyed by fear. Things were still mystic but, one could easily put the pieces together. They begged her to talk to this other person of Yugi's, and try to get to the bottom of what's happening. She had no problem with doing that if that meant healing Yugi's mind. She only requested that Atem and Yami stay in the room along with them to ensure her safety.
And now here they were. In her office, with Atem and Yami sitting on two white chairs behind the two. They were in relaxed positions but, their expressions told a different story. They looked very suspicious. Kisara was a leaf in a rainstorm, trembling as she tried typing some things on her monitor. Her hand was shaking as she tried to lift it up and direct it towards her notes below her chest. Her patient, whom had the face of Yugi Muto but previously said that he was someone else, sat on the sofa. He looked intrigued by the woman. He was smiling, his legs apart and his elbow leaning on his knee with his chin resting on his palm. He seemed innocent, but anyone who took a glance at him would know better than that. He fluttered his eyes, and the emotion in them looked child-like. Why was that? Was he taunting them?
Kisara gulped and tried to smile herself. There was no time like the present, she had to get this appointment going. It was now or never.
"S-S-So...!" She started miserably. Her stutter was worse than Yugi's. "U-Um, nice to meet you Mr. Muto-"
"Please, call me Heba." He politely greeted back. "The pleasure's all mine."
That was a little, unexpected. Didn't anticipate him being nice or polite at all. But, she couldn't let that distract her. This guy might be a pyscho-no, he was a psycho. "Okay. W-Well, I'm going to ask you a series of questions. I would like for you to answer them as truthfully as you can. If you aren't able to answer, that's understandable too." She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. "First q-question," She stammered. She glanced at Yami from behind this 'Heba', to make sure he was paying attention. Mr. Sennen's eyes turned yellow, ready to test any lies that would be told. Kisara looked back at Heba and continued. "Are you Yugi Muto?" She asked carefully.
"No." Heba replied.
Kisara looked back and saw Yami's eyes stay yellow. He mentioned before this started that if they blinked red three times, he was lying. But if they didn't change any color, they were telling the truth. This was scary, she felt a sweat bud drop from her cheek. That meant this really wasn't Yugi. This really was another person. Atem's eyes widened, and he clenched his teeth. "Next question," She wrote something off of her clipboard. "Are you the serial killer of 1989, only known as Heba?" Her eyes narrowed intensely.
The man in the sofa tilted his head and hummed. "Yes, Ms. Ujana. Well, I was."
Yami himself was caught off guard by that, his eyes didn't change color. His brain readings didn't go off the charts, why was he telling the truth? Why, why!? If this was still Yugi at the end of the day, then why was he passing these questions? Basically, Yami's eye lie detector tests the part in your brain that makes itself produce a lie. But if it has no trouble telling a statement with no deception or any effort in fornicating a story, then that person is telling the truth. And according to his readings, Heba or Yugi, wasn't lying. Kisara saw this and bit her lip. "Next-"
"I am so very sorry to cut you off Ms. Ujana, but may I just say one thing before we continue?" The man asked nicely.
"O-Oh!" She blinked. "Of course! Heheh." She laughed nervously.
"This goes for you two in the back as well." He said sarcastically while glancing at them before returning his eyes to Kisara. "I understand you all are on edge due to my, origins..." He said coolly. "But please, don't act so fearful of me. I'm not going to hurt any of you. I wouldn't unless you provoked me, and I'm not easily provoked you know." He made a wildly unnerving sneer. "Besides, I couldn't kill any of you if I wanted to. You see, Yugi wouldn't allow it. He'd never forgive me. Hell, he might even kill me. Haha, oh that'd be such a sight, wouldn't it?"
"W-What?" The blue-eyed albino woman furrowed her brows. "How would that even be possible? Wouldn't that be killing yourself? E-Err I mean-!" She shouldn't have said that. She didn't catch herself from saying that in time. This was not the first time she encountered someone with DID, and she made that very mistake. She implied to that patient that they were just the same person by accidentally saying that if one were to kill the other, they'd just kill themselves as one person. She completely debunked the fact that they were two people. Mental illness or not, some patients you just can't say that to. That made..violent reactions, and she didn't want a repeat of last time. When dealing with people like that, you had to play their game. Play by their rules and agree to the fact that they are more than one person.
"No no, It's okay, I understand your ignorance." He delicately insulted. "Yugi and I are one, we do understand that. But we're still two different people. We can still operate without each other. We're not conjoined twins, not completely anyway." He leaned back against the soft cushions and crossed his legs. "We're just two people trapped in one body, that's all. So yes, you could say him killing me would be killing both of us at once. However, we have other ways of hurting each other. And ways of killing each other, should it ever come to that." His voice was lowly intimidating, even while still smiling like that.
"You're serious?" Kisara asked in disbelief.
"I am not lying." He said. And he wasn't, because Yami's eyes were still yellow.
"L-Let's just continue, and get back to the questions, shall we?" She made an anxious smile. "Next question, Yugi is aware that you exist, right?"
"Well yes. We talk all the time. I'm his only friend, after all." He smirked.
"Um, next, when did you first meet Yugi? How did it happen, and how did you two become...one?"
Heba made a very cheerful expression. He was smiling sweetly now, thinking of happy thoughts and folding his hands in his lap. Oh the days, they were so wonderful. He was only nineteen then, and Yugi was only four. They had a large age gap, but it didn't matter. It was a purely innocent and virtuous relationship. "It was a very long time ago. Fifteen years to be exact. I was nineteen, he was four. I admitted myself there after I committed my crimes. He was admitted into the asylum and only stayed for two years before the massacre." He laid his back on the sofa and put his feet up on the arm. "The massacre was what you found in your little documents, Ms. Ujana. The people who ran the fake asylum were using mentally screwed up people as guinea pigs. They experimented on us, and their final test resulted into the biggest scientific experimental genocide in the smallest amount of time known in Japan. That test was how Yugi became who he is today. But it was only thanks to me that he survived." Heba leered at the woman, and his eyes sharpened threateningly.
He was telling the truth so far. That really was chilling.
"Before all that, Yugi and I shared a room. That was an experiment in itself. They wanted to see if a serial killer like myself would kill a defenseless ill minded child, or take pity and ignore them. I didn't do either. I didn't hurt Yugi, and I didn't ignore him. I didn't take pity on him, either. I respected him. Even at such a young age. I cared for him, and I protected him. I was his only friend, and I played with him." He rolled his eyes at what anyone may or may not be thinking. "And for anyone thinking I molested him or something, don't even go there. I didn't. I wasn't that kind of psychopath. I never hurt children. Never was a child any of my victims."
Kisara and Atem turned their heads at Yami, who just nodded. Silently saying that Heba was still being truthful. Yugi was never harmed in their time together.
"That following year, the day after Yugi and I celebrated his birthday, I caught wind of their plans on the final test. I knew for sure that no one would be alive after that. When I told Yugi about it, he was so frightened. He didn't want to die, he was just a little boy. He barely lived his life. I was young as well, but I already lived almost twenty years." Heba lowered his eyes and frowned at the memory. "He was the youngest patient in the entire building. And because we thought we would be trapped there forever together, we told each other everything. I confessed to him all of my crimes, and he still thought I was a good person. He still tried to see me as a harmless friend, a genuine human being. That boy, he changed me. I couldn't let him die. I refused to let him die." His tone became that of a guardian's. He spoke passionately and seriously. He was being sincere right now. All the others could do was listen to the man's story. "So I forced Yugi to be brave. I promised him he'd be okay. I swore to him that I would still be there with him, even if it seems like I'm not there. I hugged him, and I held him for hours. Then, I asked him to kill me." His expression became mournful.
He was still telling the truth.
"I put that boy in such a dreadful position. To put that kind of responsibility on him. He couldn't even fully comprehend what I was asking of him." He sat up in his seat and covered his face. He inhaled and closed his eyes. "I made a crappy excuse for a shiv, and told him to kill me with that. I told him I'd rather die from his hands than anyone else. Sure it may have been the easy way out but, I wanted to see his face before I died." His face was dry, but his quiet voice made it seem like he wanted to cry. "He slit my throat, pretty nice cut for what he had to work with. The blood ran more smoothly, allowing me to bleed out fast enough. He cried and cried, until I couldn't hear him anymore. I saw black. But then," Then his face perked up, making a warm smile once again. "I woke up. We woke up. Together. I was confused, until I heard his voice. Once I figured out what was going on, I was so happy to be with him again. He said he talked to himself after my death constantly, wishing that I was there with him. And then I was! I was with Yugi again!" He cried. "We were one. We were sharing a body. I grew up with him, I guided him the best I could, and I protected him when he needed me. Just like when I was alive."
"So," Kisara meekly tried to comment. "You two became how you are now?"
"Yes. I never really showed myself unless Yugi needed me to handle things instead of him. I stayed scarce for his sake, so no one would think he was more of a freak than he already was. He's always so paranoid and scared that someone might find out and try to put him back in a nut house. Thinking that there's always someone out to get him. Being a pro level hacker doesn't help. That's why he shakes all the time like that. He's a paranoiac." He casually summed up.
"Shit," Atem suddenly said, making everyone turn their attention to him. He looked down at his feet somberly. "That's how he felt all along. No wonder he's so freaked out about everything. About us leaving him, and those nightmares. And we never understood that..." He trailed off sadly. Yami looked shameful as well. He just exhaled and looked away, his eyes still yellow.
The lady with white hair wrote all of her necessary personal notes, and typed all of her opinions on her report written on her computer. With his heavyhearted confession, things calmed down. No one was on their guard, and no one waited to tackle Heba down. He was telling the truth about everything. How could they be upset at him? This meant that he cared for Yugi like a brother, maybe even a son. But one thing still didn't make any sense, though. Kisara put down her pen and looked up at Heba. "I understand your feelings for Yugi. We all feel for him the way you do, but you've known him longer than any of us. You have a special connection, and I feel the love from just the way you speak about him." She smiled. "So please tell me, why have you been giving him a hard time lately? I was told that you're the cause of his nightmares, and that you slept with Atem and Yami before without his or their knowledge. That's cheating, you understand that, right? You do realize that you're hurting him, correct?"
Heba made a deep sigh. He felt his guilt pulling at his heart's veins. "Yes, I know I hurt him. I hurt him severely. I never betrayed him like that before. It was stupid and, I shouldn't have did that." He blew out some air. "You know how a guy dates a girl, but then his brother comes in and screws her? It was kinda like that." He admitted sheepishly. "I um, I hadn't felt stuff like that in a long time. I just wanted to feel that again, you know? I mean, Yami-kun has a huge penis and Atemu has a big butt and a huge penis-"
"I'll come over there and knock your fuckin' head off." Atem retorted instantly, making Heba chuckle. Yami just adverted his eyes from the man and scowled.
"Any who," Heba continued. "I was just being dumb to say the least. Never in my life did I realize how homosexual I could be. In due time, I will talk to him."
"Uhuh..." Kisara squinted her eyes slowly. Alright, now this conversation got weird. Considering how calm Heba acted, she supposed it was alright to ask him the question that she was normally too cautious to ask. "Final question, do you truly think you and Yugi are separate entities? You're not just the same person?"
"Of course not, silly." Heba flagged this off. "I told you, we're both two people."
"Right." The blue eyed woman mumbled. Yeah, that's what they always said. They were always in denial, or really truly believed there was more than one person here. "I think we've pretty much figured out what Yugi's problem is. It's, technically you, Mr. Heba." She stated. The former serial killer who sat across from her nodded slowly.
"You're right. I know. All of his problems came from that asylum, and I was the core of his time spent there. That's why I tried my very best to help him get somewhere in life, even if we had to use illegal methods."
"I'm glad you understand that much." She said gratefully. "Okay, that wraps things up here. I would request another appointment with just Yugi but, I think you can handle that for me. If you talk to him, I think you'll really help him. You might even replace the wrong doings you've committed. Can you do that for me please?" She asked, her light pink lip gloss shining from the room's lighting, her face bright with hope. "You're definitely not what I thought. I shouldn't have judged you, and I am sorry for that. You are, a changed man. That much is for sure, if I truly am talking to the famed killer from all those years back. I'm, actually glad to have met you. You were certainly an exciting patient to have. Thank you for being so cooperative."
"I think I can do that, we'll talk later tonight." He smiled back at her, no malice hidden anywhere. "I knew this day might come, so I had no problem talking to you and telling the truth." He stood up from his seat and dusted off his dress pants. He had dressed formerly for this occasion, with Yugi's clothes of course. "Nice meeting you, Ms. Kisara." He waved at her before turning around and walking in the direction of Atem and Yami. The two were still eyeing him suspiciously.
"Yami? Atem!" Kisara called before they made it to the door. The two stopped and turned to her. "Please do not give him a hard time. If you play nice, perhaps he'll do the same. Okay? It's what Yugi would want."
The Egyptian and the last remaining member of the Sennen family turned to each other and sighed. She was probably right, but it didn't hurt to stay on their toes. They just casually said goodbye, but also gave a warmhearted thank you for her time. The three men walked out of the room, and left her alone with her notes. Turns out things with Yugi wasn't that complicated after all. She smiled to herself. While he had a very bad mental illness that was probably permanent and couldn't be treated any further, perhaps this was okay. Perhaps Heba was the guardian he needed in his life. If he didn't have him, he'd be worse off. He was there when his father, Yami or Atem wasn't. He was always there for him, and kept him in check. Not to mention he probably helped Yugi in combat plenty of times, and no one even knew it. Maybe this was one problem that shouldn't be touched. Maybe in time, Heba would fade from his mind on his own. Unless her superiors or Yugi asked for it, she wouldn't dare try to eradicate Heba's influence.
As long as Atem and Yami did what she said and played nice, they would all be fine. She had faith in those three-err, four. Everything would be okay.
Caramel skinned hands were working rapidly in the kitchen. Pots and pans were situated on the counter, necessary utensils were sorted next to them. The shirtless Egyptian stretched his back muscles by moving his arms backward and forwards. His old tattoo proudly showing. He tied on the red apron his lovely little sister bought for him, and cracked his knuckles. Then, he looked over at one of his dual swords, and checked the blade to see if it was sharp enough. Everything was set and perfect. All he needed was the ingredients, but he didn't know what he'd be cooking yet. As the housewife of the relationship, he had to consult that with his hypothetical husbands first. Well, one of them was his husband. The other was still Heba.
After they left Kisara's office, they all went home to monitor Heba's actions. They wanted to see what he'd do, and they actually wanted to speak with him as well. Yami was sitting in front of the counter island and laid his elbows against the table. Heba was sitting right next to him and was laid back in the chair with his hands folded over his stomach. His eyes were closed, and he was smiling. Atem looked over his shoulder and asked what they wanted to eat for dinner. It was almost evening, it was time for supper anyway. The sun was setting. "What do you two want to eat?" He asked.
Yami made a rather difficult expression. Considering that Atem could cook nearly anything they asked for, it was a very hard question to answer. What was he in the mood for? Heba stayed silent as well, only cocking a frown. He didn't know either. Though, the tanner male had a feeling they'd be stumped, so he tried to narrow some choices down.
"Okay," Atem trailed off with a little bit of a smile. Yami and Yugi never knew what they wanted. He guessed Heba was the exact same way. "Japanese, Chinese, Italian or American?" He asked. He just named some offhand.
To this, Yami's eyes lit up and turned their normal purple color. "Oh, um..Italian."
Heba exhaled slowly. "Hmmm," He nodded his head back and forth as if he was singing a song to himself. "Let's see, I think Yugi would like American."
"Okay," The Egyptian turned around to face them completely and put one elbow on the counter to lean on. "Pasta, or burgers?"
Yami made a blank stare at him with half of a grin. "That is such a stereotype." Heba giggled to himself at that.
"Heheh, it was, but it was funny to me."
Atem rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Pick one, and I'll suggest something to you."
The former criminal pretended to stroke a beard and rose a brow, still having his eyes closed. "Well, I'm more than positive that Yugi would love a burger, but he scarfed seven of them down the other day during lunch break. I think he should eat something else for once."
Yami and Atem's eyes became a bit wider. "Seven? At once?" They questioned at the same time. Heba just nodded his head while chuckling to himself. It was actually pretty amazing. Yugi was fragile, but he sure knew how to eat. Probably got that from Joey. The younger male who sat next to Yugi's body just shook his head and made a small smile. That sounded like Yugi alright.
"Well, I would like pasta too, I suppose."
Their 'housewife' nodded once and turned back around to face the flat stove. He usually hated buying stuff instead of making it from scratch himself, but he really didn't feel like making pasta. That was way too much work. Ramen noodles were one thing, but making shells or perfectly shaped pasta noodles was hell. He reached up towards their black cabinets to get the box of pasta. He'd need some sauce and some seasonings as well. "How about I make shrimp scampi pasta with a side of piadina? Then for dessert, you can have-"
Heba gasped and clapped several times with excitement. "Tiramisu! Please tell me you can cook tiramisu. I've always wanted to try that!" He said gleefully. At this, Atem blinked a few times at his suddenly hyped up behavior.
That was oddly a very specific request. "Err, sure. I never did it before, but I'm sure I can try."
"Oh that's wonderful. Sorry for acting like a kid, I just always dreamed of eating that." The man said romantically. For some reason, he still wouldn't open his eyes. Why was that?
After dinner was made and served, Atem was cleaning up the kitchen. He always cleaned up first before settling down in his seat and eating himself, so he usually ate last. He didn't mind though. He'd rather get the cleaning over with. When he was just about done, he was going to ask Yami how it was, but he couldn't. He was too busy stuffing his face. He couldn't even answer without having food constantly put in his mouth. His words were confusing and muffled. All Atem could do was laugh and shake his head. He looked over at Heba, and saw that he was enjoying himself as well. Once he served the dessert later on, he was so taken aback by Atem's talent that he was speechless.
"I just..I cannot even form words..." He said dramatically as he licked his lips from the dessert he just devoured. "Mnn! Too delicious, it's not even fair." He turned to Atem and just asked him over and over why he didn't make his talent public. "Who taught you this? And why? Why are you not getting paid for this? Why are you not in culinary school or, some kind of TV show?"
That was pretty flattering, especially coming from the guy who gave them a hard time yesterday. Atem found himself blushing, so he just looked down and turned somewhere else. "W-Well, I don't...Want to do something like that. I was never taught anything, I just kinda learned. I don't see a need in making that public, or making a profit out of it. The only people who deserve my food are Yami, Mana and Yugi. And, you too, I guess."
Yami flagged this off and turned to Heba. "No, it's because he's way too shy to reveal his cooking to anybody important."
Atem's face became even redder, and he practically hissed at Yami. "F-Fuck you!"
Yami ignored him and continued. "Atem has more than one talent. Not only can he cook, but he can sing and-"
"Yami, I will fucking kill you."
Heba made a small laugh at their banter. It was nice to finally try some of Atem's food again, it's been a long time since he did. He quietly thanked Atem for the meal and crossed his arms over the counter top. Eating a full meal always helped him sleep. "You know something," He suddenly said, gaining their attention. "This is the first time in a long time, that I've had your food."
"What?" The Egyptian furrowed his brows. "No, Yugi eats all the time."
"That's Yugi. Remember, We're not the same. What he experiences, he feels. What I experience, I feel. If he gets punched in the face, I don't feel it because I'm not there. If I get shot, he doesn't feel it because he wasn't there. If he eats, I don't taste it. If you tell him information, I don't know about it until he tells me himself." He smirked at them. "And if he makes love with you two, I don't feel a thing. Simply because I'm not there." His smirk turned into a sulk rather quickly. "I told you before, we're two different people."
Yami put down his fork on his empty plate and glanced at Heba curiously. "So, what does the other person do while the other person is out?" He honestly couldn't believe he was asking that.
"It's like being asleep." The former killer softly responded. "It's like being asleep, while hearing the other person's voice. But I only listen when I need to. Only when Yugi needs to talk to me. And if we switch, it's the same thing for him. We're not entirely linked, we don't even share memories of whatever happens when the other is in control." He smiled to himself. "But no matter what, we're always there for each other." He silently sighed. "I really need to talk to him. I screwed up so bad."
Atem put away the cleaning supplies and walked around the counter island to sit down next to Heba. He'd eat when this conversation is over, he was too engrossed in it. "I meant to ask, are we going to see you more often now that Yugi's secret is out?"
Heba only shook his head once. "I come out when he wants me to come out. That's up to him, and him alone. And after what I've done, I doubt it." His voice had a hint of sadness. He still tried to smile though. "It was quite fun meeting you two though. And I'm so glad I finally got to have your cooking once again, Atemu."
The younger red eyed male just smiled back at him. "I wouldn't mind. Just don't pull shit like that again. If Yami and I knew you weren't an asshole from the start, I'm sure things would have went better."
Yami nodded and agreed to this. "Indeed. You're not that much of a nuisance. Just don't go off murdering people again either. Unless Ishizu tells you otherwise, of course." He added quickly. Then a thought came to mind. Both he and Atem wondered why the man became a serial killer in the first place.
It was obvious that Heba was just someone made up in Yugi's mind, but, something was weird. 'Heba' was telling the truth during his appointment, meaning it was true that he was a real person before. And when he really was alive, he did tell Yugi about his past. So he must have told him why he started killing. Yugi must have manifested all of those memories of him into an actual being, and because he was so lonely as a child when he passed, he created another personality. Not to mention him committing his first murder was probably the traumatic experience that caused it in the first place. His brain was probably so damaged, that it was sure that Heba was indeed a different person, when it was actually just Yugi making him up. It couldn't comprehend that it wasn't a different entity. And that might have been why he didn't lie on the lie detector, because his brain impulses acted as if it really was another person telling the truth. The human mind was a fantastic, but scary thing.
Then, Heba made a sad smile. Even though his eyes were closed, they could tell he was feeling a strong sense of melancholy. That was so weird, he only opened his eyes for a split second to see Atem's food, and closed them back again. They noticed this, and both men frowned. Yami asked first what was wrong. "What is it? And why haven't you opened your eyes?"
"Because I'm trying to put myself to sleep. I've been trying to put my mind at ease all this time, but now it's time for me and Yugi to switch. It's my time to go." He said lowly. He leaned back in the chair, and put himself in the same position he was in earlier. His hands folded on his abdomen. "I can feel how upset Yugi is at me. That's why I look like this. Even though what I did was stupid and was just for the sake of having fun, it was still very wrong of me. He's making me feel guilty, and that's my real punishment." Heba twiddled his thumbs around. "Should we meet again, I'll be sure to give more respect to you two. Being overprotective of Yugi is why we all bumped heads at first. But with that in common, I hope you at least trust me."
Atem shrugged. "Not like we got a choice, you share his body. All we can do is trust you. All I ask is that," He turned his eyes to their empty plates with crumbs on them. "You don't hurt him like that again. We'll give you trust, just don't make any of us regret it. It would make Yugi happy to know that we're cool with each other. If there's ever a time when we're not there for him," He hesitated in his words. "If-If for some God awful reason we ever separate, even if we just argue and fight," Just the thought of being broken up, he couldn't even say it out loud. "If we fail at cheering him up, you be there and do it for us. Fix what we can't. You know him better than we do, after all."
"Hn," Heba found it pretty complimentary that they trusted him, even though they really didn't have a choice like Atem said. It was still nice, though. "I have no problem doing that. Just remember this," This time, he opened his eyes at them. But the sight of them made both men flinch. They were twisted, malevolent. Malignant, poisonous, deadly. So many words to describe his murderous face right now. Even though his smile was, sane, everything else wasn't. His eyes were bloodshot and tiny, and the sadistic vibe coming off from him was definitely that of a serial killer. Yeah, he definitely influenced Yugi's psychotic nature. "Should either of you hurt Yugi, and should he ever come to me for revenge," It was like they could see him holding a large knife at them right now, touching the blade with his cold fingers and waiting to cut them both. Maybe that's why he put himself in an asylum, because even he knew there was something wrong with him. "The monster that I've repressed, will come to light once more. I won't hurt him, and you won't hurt him." And just like that, his face turned to normal in seconds. He looked completely fine now, and he shut his eyes again. "Deal?"
Reluctantly, both Yami and Atem complied to his terms. "...Deal."
"Good." He calmed his nerves down. "Well all talk again someday. For now, good.." His voice was drowned out by his own drowsiness. He was dipping into a deep sleep. "..Bye..." He whispered, before falling asleep completely. He softly snored against the chair, his face actually looking adorable. Well, it was probably because it was still Yugi's face that was sleeping. They both couldn't believe they actually carried on a conversation with someone who pretended not be Yugi. They were actually taking this seriously, and frankly, they knew they reached a new low of insanity.
This was some crazy shit, for real.
But, it was still Yugi. And if they wanted him to be happy, they had to play along. They'd do anything for him, even if it made them seem even more crazy than they already were. They loved Yugi, they adored him. They wanted him to be with them forever, and they wanted to help him feel better about himself. If this was the way to do it, they didn't care what the cost was. Even if they had to streak naked around the entire town for a whole day, just to see him snicker a little, they'd do it. He meant the world to them, and just like the real Heba that died, they'd take the skins off their backs for him.
This Heba guy, he must have really cared about him. They were both glad Yugi had at least one good adult figure in his life, even if it was for a short time. They couldn't even believe they felt sympathy for a serial killer that committed genocide on hundreds of people in one month. Maybe that was only because he wasn't really here, it was just Yugi acting as him. Still though, if someone as sweet and beautiful as Yugi could see good in him, so could Atem and Yami. Hopefully their...'Talk', would go well.
Yami and Atem watched as the man they knew for sure was their boyfriend, continue to drift in his own dreams. He was drooling a bit, like a baby. It was so cute. The two scooted their seats closer to next to Yugi, and leaned against him. They kissed his cheeks, and closed their eyes while resting their heads on his shoulders.
They all fell asleep, just like that.
At peace.
END - 12!
Yeah, I'm back. Updates might not be as often considering I'm writing another story right now. (I'm writing a Sonic story, 'Have No Regrets'. I'm a huge Sonic fangirl, and I love the games and the comics. If it ain't your cup of tea, I understand. But if you care to give it a chance, I really appreciate it.)
Sorry for the very long wait, I just really needed a break. But, according to the reviews and the messages, you guys already understand. I'm so thankful for that. It's so fucking amazing that you all care so much. I feel like I don't even deserve it. Funny how strangers support you better than your closest friends. I love you all so much.
For the billionth time, thank you.
...Oh yeah and I still do requests. Don't let that hiatus make you think that's over. That's all I'm gonna say.
Have a nice day, lovelies.