Author's Note: Well, here it is; the second chapter. Again, its short, but I think you'll like it all the same. Also, someone asked me when this story takes place and, to be honest, I'm not really sure. I suppose it could be right after Duelist Kingdom and before Battle City, but a few of the cannon details were tweaked with, so then again...Uh, I don't know? Also, I slipped in subtle nod to Yugioh the abridged series, just because its so totally awesome, so see if you can spot it and, no, I don't own Yugioh, though if I did...(smirks)

This chapter is dedicated to Black silk pajamas. Why? (grins) You'll see why in a minute.

Chapter two:

Black silk and confused emotions

Yami scowled as he slipped out of his day clothes and tossed them to the floor.

The spirit stood there for a moment, before picking the black apparel up and hanging them in a closet by his bedroom door.

"Why do I have to be this way?" he mused, reaching into the closet for a set of black silk pajamas, if they could even be called that.

The shirt in particular had a deep V neckline, stopping just above the spirit's chest in a decidedly sexy way. It was also buttoned, with silver trim running along its edges; the same being true for the outfit's bottom half.

No, pajamas just sounded childish and Yami was, by no means, a child.

"Damn straight." muttered the spirit as he fell back onto his bed, a playful smirk on his face.

Yami's smirk was soon replaced by a puzzled frown.

"Then why am I afraid of a boy who only showed me kindness? Not to mention gave me his body willingly."

The spirit blinked, an odd thought tapping into his consciousness.

He had been talking about possession, if you could call it that, but something about the way the sentence had been phased...

Yami shook his head, mentally chasing the image away.

"By the gods, if only they could see me now." he muttered. "Father would probably disown me on the spot, not to mention poor Mana and the others would be disgusted beyond belief. Their beloved king refusing a female partner for one of his own gender."

Yami chuckled at the story playing out in his mind.

"A man loving another man?" cried the brown haired Mana, a hand pointed towards the sun. "Has Ra been messing with you or something? 'Cause that's just nasty!"

"I suppose, but then again, other people would call it love."

"Besides, he's too young for you. You're very mature for your age; you deserve someone better. That Anzu girl seems nice."

Yami nearly gagged.

"Ra, no." he hissed, quickly sitting up. "Not her."

Yami knew Anzu liked him, the way her eyes lit up when ever Yugi managed to convince the spirit to show himself were proof enough, but still...

"She's just too, I don't know; perky. Yeah, perky."

Yami much preferred Yugi's calm, if not instinctive nature.

"He knew something was wrong, yet I never once said a word."

Lying back down, the spirit's thoughts drifted to what had happened only minutes before. "I know I should go apologize, but..."

Nervous, Yami bit his lower lip, the thought of telling his aibou the truth scaring him more then it should. "He's only a year younger then I, yet the innocence of childhood still shines in those gentle eyes."

A dreamy sigh escaped the spirit's lips as he thought of the night he and Yugi first met. His lavender eyes, showing more curiosity then fear; they were what Yami noticed first.

Anyone else would have screamed and run, but Yugi stayed.

"He stayed. He stayed and talked; talked, to me."

Gritting his teeth, the spirit forced himself from his bed and out of his soul room, mind intent on making things right again.

Yami paused as he saw the open doorway across the hall from his, light illuminating the dark hall.

Yugi's door was always open. In fact, the spirit could never remember it even having a door, though Yami suspected Yugi could add one if he wanted.

"But he doesn't. Yugi leaves it open instead, because he trusts me."

The spirit sighed as he turned to his own door, firmly shut and locked behind him. "I, on the other hand, cower behind a thick metal gate, afraid of having my own soul in plain sight."

Yami blinked as a sudden idea whispered in his mind's ear.

"Its odd. Yugi has been inside my soul room many times, yet I've never set foot in his. I wonder? Would he mind?"

A slightly guilty look on his face, the spirit stepped out of the shadows and into the light of his host's innocent soul.

As his vision cleared, Yami found himself surrounded by toys in a room that mirrored the one Yugi owned in real life.

Everywhere he looked, there were board games, card games, even a video game system hooked up to a TV in the corner.

"Kid really loves these things." muttered Yami with a chuckle as he approached the large table in the center, expecting to find another game of some sort.

He had no idea how wrong he was.

Yami gasped as he found a large picture of himself upon the center table.

There were other pictures, but they were pushed back, as if the room's owner wanted to concentrate on only one image at a time.

"Yugi? Does this mean..?"

The spirit shook his thoughts away and turned his attention back to studying the picture.

It was a rather good shot, actually.

Yami was looking out his aibou's bedroom window, the faintest hint of a smile on his face as he watched his twin changing into his day clothes.

He was sure Yugi knew he was being observed. The teen was surprisingly good at knowing where his resident spirit was located.

An urgent sensation washed over Yami as he heard the sounds of footsteps in the outside hall.

"Why won't he talk to me?" asked Yugi, the concern clear in his voice. "I know somethings wrong. He may be stern, but Yami doesn't talk to me like that unless there's something bugging him."

"If only you knew, Yugi. If only you knew."

The spirit couldn't help but chuckle as he heard the sounds of hands upon metal.

"Hey, Yami! Open up!" cried Yugi's voice as he continued to pound on the spirit's door. "I know you're in there and I know you can hear me!"

"Good luck getting in, aibou. I locked the..."

Yami nearly cried out in shock as he heard the sound of metal scraping across a brick floor.

"Hey, its open? Is he inviting me in? Guess so."

"By Ra, you have got to be kidding me. I don't want him in there!"

Mentally cursing his stupidity, the spirit followed his double inside, always keeping himself at a safe distance in case Yugi turned around.

"Hey, Yami! Where are you!" cried the boy, face scrunching up in confusion.

"Look behind you, bright eyes."

Yami cringed as he saw Yugi's body jump slightly; his twin's star pajamas twitching in surprise.

"I forgot! He can hear me when we're this close! Damn it! I have to hide!"

"Yami? Uh, hello?" asked Yugi, looking even more confused. "Are you here?"

From behind a low staircase, the spirit miserably stared at the ground, unhappy at the situation he had found himself in.

"I'm hiding in my own soul. Damn, this is pathetic."

"I'll sure say. Yami, where are you?"

The spirit didn't answer; he didn't want to lie to such a sweet face.

"You didn't want coming me in here, did you?" asked Yugi, the tone in his voice hinting that there would soon be tears.

"No, I, I really didn't."

"I understand. I'll be up for another hour if you still want to talk."

Yami watched as a small shadow passed by him, sadness clear in every heavy step.

"I'm sorry, Yugi. Really, I am."

His only reply was the sound of the door hitting the wall as it closed.

The spirit hesitated a moment, then leapt to his feet and over to where his sanctuary was waiting.

...So, how was it? I feel that an angsting Yami, done right, is one of this fandom's favorite characters. Also, if an artist with a free moment happens to pass this way, could you draw me a picture of Yami in his PJ's? I'd really appreciate it...as would the rest of the Yami fangirls. Soooo, review? (grins)