Yami, the ever-careful Yami, was walking home down a dark alley. Fortunate, too, because he saw the boy come down from the sky, and the minute he touched the ground, gracefully landing, the men were on him. Yami pulled them off and knocked them out, being used to defending himself against deamons and the dregs of human society.
"You okay?" Yami asked, offering the boy a hand.
"Yeah I-" The boy winced when Yami pulled him up.
"You gonna be alright?"
The boy chuckled slightly before answering "Unless there really is more than one of you…standing there…asking me if I'm alright, all at the same time…then I think…no." And he collapsed into Yami's waiting arms.
"You're light, even for a little guy…" Yami said as he picked the boy up. "Looks like I've finally found someone to take home to dear old mom. Not that she's there anymore…"
Yuugi awoke with something cold and wet on his forehead, in a room that he had never been in, but was positive he'd seen before. He touched his forehead to discover that he had a small wet towel keeping his temperature down.
"You're up! I'm glad. I wasn't sure when you'd be up so I made something that could get cold and still be good…what's your name anyway?"
It was the man who had saved him, Yami. "It's Yuugi."
"I knew that…"
"How? I never told you…"
"I just knew, the minute I grabbed your hand I knew 'this is Yami'"
"…Interesting…Anyway…Food?" Yami asked as he set down the tray and took one of the two cups of colored liquid with ice cubes in it and began to drink it, slowly.
Yuugi hesitantly took the other and sampled it. "…Jell-O? That's your idea of food?"
"Hey, I'm not a world-class chef, and Jell-O's best when it's liquid anyway."
"…odd."
"I'm not the only odd one here mister I-fell-from-the-sky"
"True."
And they laughed. Two complete strangers from different places, backgrounds, and places of existence laughed like old friends long into the night.