In a single motion, the door swung open and welcomed him with a loving silence.
He shut the door, quietly praying they would leave him alone today.
A tired smile filled the empty floods of brown hued green eyes and his hand trailed along the uninteresting portrait of a grotesque monster promising a boost and further personalization to one's Duel Monster's deck. He wasn't that into the game, but it was something.
There was just a sort of pull he felt when looking at the small packages that lined the occasional store and filled shelves at the Kame Game shop. He didn't go there often though, but it was a nice sentiment for Yuugi-kun to give him one on the house.
An overly complicated and unoriginal game, but it was nice.
And the short peace he had began to lose himself in, his arms suddenly went cold and they ripped open the attempted friendship offering, and opening his eyes, he didn't even know he closed them, he saw himself beside him going through the cards like he was looking for something important.
Confusion, and the always certain fear, spread across his features and his gut twisted in dread, but he said nothing as the Spirit smirked and held up one specific card.
He said nothing yet, and the confusion extended as each second passed, but the Spirit turned to him after awhile of gazing at the card admiringly, and the smirk softened into an almost smile.
The Spirit just continued stared at him, and curiosity soon overcoming his confusion and dread, but the quiet fear stayed, and he simply stared back in heavy anticipation.
The Spirit looked at him with his own face, but far more rougher and sharper, darker.
Soon the Spirit tilted his head, his - his, their, or was it just the Spirit's since he was but a mere host? - hair falling over his face in a white shade, equally interested curiosity slowly growing in those now dark brown-light purple irises.
A real, albeit small, and gentle smile made it's way onto the Spirits lips and his eyes softened more, but never lost that sharp and piercing quality the Spirit always had about him.
The Spirit walked up to him, they were barely separated, and lightly touched the side of his face, brushing aside transparent white locks, and held up the card innocently in-front of him.
He stared back at the beautiful, golden eyed, strong dark attributed monster cradling a broken doll. Another pull, stronger, familiar, and he obliged to the sudden and uncharacteristic impulse.
He reached out, fear dissipated for reasons unknown, not that he minded, far too overwhelmed by the odd familiarity the picture threw at him, and lightly brushed his finger tips against the magnificent card.
He basked in the warm aura it seemed to radiate at his brief touch.
He looked back up into the borrowed eyes of his Darkness and saw so many things he couldn't read or put a name to in those long seconds.
Silently the Spirit took out his - once again, who's? - second, but incomplete Duel Monsters deck and looked at him expectantly.
Now it was his turn to turn to tilt his head, but before that, he felt himself nod automatically without his consent, but also without the Spirit's commanding will.
The Spirit seemed to brighten up at the notion, smiling happily, without the usual insanity and madness he normally carried around himself, and gently settled the apparently cherished card at the top of the currently new unfinished deck.
He blinked and he looked down, back in his own body, and it wasn't the fact that none of it held the usual forced separation when the Spirit took control, but rather the fact of why he wasn't bothered by the whole transaction at all. It was disturbing, but he ignored it, and accepted it this time.
If it kept the Spirit happy and away from trying to destroy his life and the innocents around him, then it was alright.
Besides, he actually liked the card.
It seemed to make him feel the same kind of bubbling sensation he got whenever he looked at the Change of Heart card he, and surprisingly, the Spirit, was very fond of. It was like something very much real, important, and close to him that he didn't want to lose.
And it fit in perfectly with the new deck, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
He felt a small glow of approval from the Spirit from somewhere within their link.
Maybe he didn't have to pray they left him alone today. It was nice here, for once, and he wanted to savor that rare moment in time.
So he carefully put the deck away and shuffled through the rest of the cards the Spirit had dropped onto the floor the moment he found Dark Necrofear.
Disappointingly, but not that surprisingly, he didn't find any other cards worth wild, or as the Spirit claimed, worthy. He put them away in a Duel Monster's tin filled with all the other extra cards neither him or the Spirit really wanted in his - his, the Spirit's, whoever's - deck, but still kept just in-case.
After that he went on with his regular routine, happy and content with the silence that followed him. Truly a rare moment he wanted to remember.
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