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Kings Are Blind

The two members of the Moto family were enjoying the now peaceful ride in the plane. Yami, who spent the last hour complaining, was now dropped down in his seat, arms folded after being yelled at 10 minutes ago by Yugi.

Every once in a while, Yami would glance over at Yugi and immaturely stick his tongue out at him. Yugi just smirked and continued looking out the window, admiring the scenery.

Once the silence between the two "best friends" became too much for grandpa to take, he encouraged some conversation.

"Isn't that view lovely?" He asked.

Yugi smiled. "What country are we over anyway, Grandpa?"

Grandpa stretched his arms a little and smiled back. "It's been a couple of hours. My guess would be the middle east."

"We should be home in another few hours." Grandpa added, noting Yami's restlessness.

Yami fidgeted in his chair and humped and grumped with uncomfortableness.

"These chairs are drastically irritating…" He moped. "Don't they know who I am?"

Yugi sighed "Yami, in my opinion, you stop being king once we're out of Egypt."

"You are so much different than that sweet little boy I first saw, aren't you." Yami said.

"I was just going to say the same thing to you!" Yugi said, putting on a pretend sweet smile.

Just then, a lady came over the intercom.

"Folks, due to some upcoming stormy weather, we ask that you please buckle your seat belts in case of turbulence. Thank you."

The "seat belt" lights lit up ahead, as Yugi and Grandpa buckled in calmly.

"Turbulence?" Yami said.

Yugi glanced at him "Yeah. Don't worry, Yami. Sometimes that happens when it storms and it just kind of…shakes the plane up a bit. No worries, okay?"

"Sure…right. When we crash, I'm blaming you."

Grandpa patted Yami's arm. "We're not going to crash, I promise."

A sudden clasp of thunder caused a slight shaking of the plane, yet no passengers seemed bothered. None except one.

"OH MY GOD! WE'RE GONNA DIE! WE'RE GONNA DIE! I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN! Wait…I thought I was already dead. Oh well. I'M GONNA DIE...AGAIN!"

"Yami! Yami! Shh! Relax!" Yugi whacked him with the backside of his hand as a flight attendant came rushing over.

"Sir," she said calmly "Everything's fine, okay? This happens all the time. We have oxygen if you need it, though…"

Yami smiled. "I'm sorry…I just…overreact sometimes."

Yugi smirked. "Pshh. Sometimes?"

Yami grumbled. "Shut it."

XXX

Yami scurried out of the plane and began taking deep gulps of fresh air.

"That…was the most terrifying experience I have ever had to endure. We are never EVER doing that again!"

Yugi smiled. "Just wait until I get you on a roller coaster!"

"I don't even want to know."

Grandpa headed over to the boys and pushed them towards the baggage claim. "Let's wait for our stuff now, boys. I gotta get home and check on the shop!"

XXX

The taxi carrying the three boys stopped in front of the Moto's Turtle Game Shop. The driver opened the door as Yugi hopped out.

"Yami…?" He said, as Yami slowly made his way out of the car, making slow glances at the scenery.

He strode over to Yugi and continued to stare. "Why is everything so…tall?"

Yugi grabbed the bags grandpa handed to him and made his way towards the front door.

"This is a city, Yami. All the business buildings are tall and made of glass. They're called skyscrapers."

Yami nodded. "Interesting."

Grandpa opened the door for Yugi as he set down the bags he was carrying. He motioned with his hand for Yami to come closer.

"This is your new home to, you know. Come on, now."

Yami walked inside and stared at the shop.

"You live here? It looked so much bigger on the outside."

Yugi rolled his eyes. Why, why was Yami so stupid?

"This is just the shop, Yami" Yugi answered. "Our house is right through here."

He opened another door, which led to the living room. Yami poked his head around the door frame and peeked in.

"Hmmm…"

He poked his head back out and glanced back at Grandpa. "So…your shop is…inside your house?"

Grandpa nodded and went on the count the money in the cash register.

"Yugi," He said "Aren't you going to show Yami to his new room?"

"Oh, yeah. Grab your stuff, Yami. You'll be staying in the guest room."

Yami picked up his bag and followed Yugi up the stairs.

Yugi pointed things out to him as they walked down the hall.

"Here's the closet. That's where we keep all of our…uh…towels and stuff. And…this, of course, is the bathroom. Oh, and that's my room down the hall. But this is yours."

He gripped the handle of the door on the left hand side of Yugi's room, and opened it.

The room wasn't very big, or decorative. It simply had a bed with white bedding. White walls, and blue carpet. A little brown nightstand was placed next the bed. A closet was in the corner.

Yugi took the bag from Yami's hand and plopped it down on the bed.

"I know it's not much, but we can decorate it and make it yours in no time." Yugi said, smiling.

Yami sat down on the bed, making the old mattress squeak.

"Oooh." He said sarcastically "Feels comfy."

Yugi rolled his eyes. "Hey, it's the thought that counts, your majesty."

Yami looked around the room. "I don't have my own bathroom?"

Yugi sighed. "No. We all share the one bathroom I showed you in the hall."

Yami made a disgusted face. "We share it? That's a little unsanitary, don't you think?"

"Yami, we're not dirty, diseased people, okay?"

"Okay," Yami replied quietly.

After a few minutes of silence, Yami decided to speak again.

"It's kind of dark in here."

"Then why don't you go turn on the light?"

"I have to get up and do it myself?"

Yugi growled under his breath. "Yami! You are so spoiled!"

"I am not!"

The two sat in some more silence; Yami thinking of things to say to purposely irritate Yugi.

"The bed sheets are crinkled."

Yugi stood up, gripped the sheets, and yanked them up and off the bed. Rolling them into a pile, he tossed them onto the floor.

Yami frowned. "Oh, now that wasn't very nice."

Yugi grumbled and placed his hands on his hips. "I'd like to see you make your own bed!"

"Fine!"

Yami grabbed the bottom sheet, shook it in the air a couple of times, and laid it down on his bed.

"I've seen my servants do it millions of times."

Yugi huffed. "Yeah. Key word: servants!"

Yami huffed back and ran his hand out to flatten the sheet. He pulled one end and tucked it under the top right corner of the mattress, Yugi watching his every move with an evil smirk on his face.

Yami repeated the process for the top and bottom left corners, however became frustrated when he went to tuck the final end into the bottom right corner, and all the other corners popped out. (A/N: That always happens to me!)

He pursed his lips together and gave an angry sigh, moving to fix the top right corner, only for the bottom right corner to pop out as well.

Yugi chuckled to himself as Yami tried again and again, each time becoming more and more frustrated.

Yami stopped and stared at Yugi. "What are you laughing at? This is not funny!"

Yugi chuckled again as the last remaining corner popped out. "Yes it is."

Yugi stood against the wall as the angry king went from gently flattening the sheets with his hand to smacking them and kicking the mattress with his foot, occasionally making "GAH!"-like noises.

Yugi finally stopped being evil and poked Yami on the shoulder.

"Would you like some help, since you're so…incapable?"

Yami death-glared him and sighed. "Grab an end."

Okay! There it is! R&R!

GK09