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four.
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He'd been under the glare of cameras for nearly all his spirit-life. Thousands of eyes would always watch him—probe him with their eyes—and try to find some deeper meaning. Or just stare at his chest and rather petite stature despite the authority he held high when behind a duel disk. Obviously, with millions—billions—of people watching him because he was one of the most renown duelists on the planet, this should have been a piece of…pie? What on earth was that expression, again? Was his slang really that iffy since his last visit?
Yami had never been so mortified in his life.
At first, he thought of it as nothing, the night before being simple as Sugoroku explained the depths of what he needed to know in order to come to Domino High, then lecture him for not spending the five-hundred dollars reserved on the credit card now entitled to the once pharaoh. Sometime during the night while he rid himself of some unknown jetlag, Yami also reminded himself that school was probably no different than when he was possessing Yugi.
'cept that was it. He was possessing Yugi.
Now, own heart pounding and exploding in his chest, Yami stood there, wiping nervous sweat from his brow for the umpteenth time as forty-two eyes picked his form and decided what to do with it. Yami's hands clutched the grungy old backpack recycled from Yugi's elementary days and he bit his lip, eyes landing to the little charms wrapped delicately around his wrist.
"Alright. Would you write your name on the board, Sennen?"
Right! Right. …how did you spell "Yami" again? In an anxious frantic, he turned around, fingers wrapping around the stubby piece of chalk and jotted down what he could remember of his name.
Then heard snickering. Snapping out of his worried daze, Yami looked behind him, many boys grinning their butts off and girls turning to no one other than his aibou. The teacher readjusted her glasses, not as amused as the many teenagers, but obviously found something funny. It was when Yugi stared at him, softly smacking his face and rolling his eyes did the once pharaoh realize (ever-so frustratingly) that he did something wrong and looked back to the blackboard.
Yuugi Mutou. Written in very neat, very precise kanji and katakana that the way he'd gone about it, Yami seemed sure of himself that was his name. Cheeks burning in realization, his gaze fell to the ground and he wiped the board off with his hand before humiliatingly scribing the name, Yami Sennen in large, bold letters.
"Assuming this means you are very aware of who one of my students is, would you prefer sitting next to him?"
"Yes." Yami immediately perked, smile of relief stringing happily across his lips. Maybe this turned out good, then. Maybe his screwing up writing his own name could have resulted in…in being around Yugi for the rest of the day! And despite their little to no arguments over the weekend (Yugi had been out with his friends and Yami had to tend to the store), being next to Yugi in class would give them a better advantage in talking to one another. His mind became enticed with the many fantasies of going off with the hikari, studying together…walking home together…bathing together… "I would love that."
"Very well then." The teacher pulled out a chart and scribbled down new seating arrangements. Yami's eyes wandered to the enthused teenagers. They were different from the year before, when Yugi was but a second year. Biting his lip, he noted that although half of the classmates were familiar, others were not. Otogi was among the lot, sitting in the far left corner flirting with some girl…who was staring at him.
A lot of girls were staring at him, actually. Paranoia growing with the possibility that they could have been staring at his sweaty figure, Yami shifted his feet and forced his gaze elsewhere. Yugi, Anzu, Jonouchi, and Honda. They all sat in a huddle in the middle of the room, Jonouchi eying him with the fresh loss in arcade games from Saturday still on his mind. On the other hand, Honda was passing notes to that one girl, Miho, as Anzu and Yugi were…holding hands. He swallowed the large lump in his throat, forcing the jealousy down with it.
Anzu and Yugi were together.
According to Jonouchi, a month after his departure, Yugi finally gathered the nerve to ask their female friend out and she happily accepted. Had it been as long as Yami was assuming, the couple had been dating for the last nine months and twenty-one days. His hand automatically clasped the bracelet laced around his wrist and he only stared, watching as Yugi softly giggled and blushed to one of her jokes. They…looked nice together. Too nice.
"Anzu."
Immediately, he snapped out of it and caught the gaze of a still overly-amused teacher. Anzu turned a bright shade of red, hand tearing away from her boyfriend's as she nervously smiled and answered. "Yes?"
With a knowing arch of the eyebrow, their teacher gestured to an empty desk in the far off corner near the door and marked something off on the clipboard. "Please move to the seat over here. I suppose with whatever relationship Yami has with Yugi, this can get rid of the problem of your…puppy love."
They both flushed red. Yami scratched his palm, looking back and forth between the both of them. Anzu awkwardly offered him a smile, murmuring something to a crestfallen Yugi before gathering her things and doing as she was told. In return, Yami strutted down the aisle, hoping no one could smell the stench of fear in his arm pits and exchanged looks with his female friend. She blushed, obviously embarrassed about the predicament and cast a saddened look to her beau.
"Sorry," Yami whispered when they crossed paths.
"It's fine." Anzu sheepishly smiled, squeezing Yami's shoulder in reassurance before leaving.
That was good news. With a better smile, he shed the backpack off his shoulders, slinging it over his chair and looked to his aibou from the corner of his eye. "Looks like we will have to share books."
Yugi had been in a heartbroken daze. Eyes childishly widened and lower lip pulled into an adorable pout, he watched as his girlfriend sauntered off to the front of the room without a care in the world. Perhaps with a bit of discomfort when Anzu put his hand on Yami's shoulder, but other than that, he seemed crushed. Finally, the young teenager snapped out of it.
"You have to use your own," Yugi muttered, pulling out his math book. Yami did the same, staring at the new, shiny cover compared to the hikari's. "And Ate…Yami?"
"Yes?" Eyes widening at the first instant Yugi had used his name, he couldn't help but smile, bracelet tingling against his wrist as the smaller's voice brought shivers to his ear after hearing that one foreign word.
"Don't use my name again. We're different people." That being said, Yugi looked away, chin resting against his palm and out the window.
Oh. Right. Yami looked down, the flip of pages in the text book nauseating to his ears. Logically, Yugi probably only used his preferred name in order to prevent attention from arising. Then again, he thought with a bit of annoyance as he caught the third girl staring at him before quickly turning away, preventing attention was already inevitable.
He'd gotten so used to be referred as Yugi for years that it had become a second nature to him. They'd been a part of each other, even before the Millennium Puzzle was solved. What drew the young eight-year-old to the beautiful box hidden behind Kame Gameshop's glass shelves was a virgin bond ready to be unraveled and for the years following, his aibou took that into account, fascinated by what could be hidden in a troubling enigma. Yami and Yugi. Those were his names. Not…not Atemu.
Uncomfortably turning the page in his book, Yami was aware he had barely passed the entrance exam in order to qualify for Domino High, going about only by lucky guessing. So many formulas; scientific terminology or stuff that although was history for current day Japan, was in a way still the future for Pharaoh Atemu. And he was not the pharaoh. Yami skimmed each page, taking every word into account before turning to another.
The teacher made little effort to call on him, no doubt seeing that Yami Sennen was a "poor student" (the minimum requirements to be accepted into Domino High being 60 points out of 100; Yami passing the test 32 out of 100 and the thirty-points extra credit question on what animal was most sacred in Ancient Egypt), and he fortunately learned all he needed to about logarithms, statistics, sine, cosine, and tangents in the little forty-two minutes that made up their math class.
"Teacher." Yami's hand burst into the air two minutes before class would end. All eyes were on him for the first time in thirty minutes and he closed the back cover of the book. "Would the formula to be used to graph the equation be x-squared over h-squared minus y-squared over k-squared equals one? Otherwise known as the formula to graph hyperbolas?"
The new piece of chalk fell from her fingers and broke in three intricate pieces against the floor. Her mouth plunged open and Yami stared expectantly, reanalyzing the formula on the board and worried over whether or not his analysis was false.
"Is it?" he repeated.
Jonouchi nudged him the arm. "Dude," he whispered, "she's had that problem on the board all semester! We haven't even gotten to that lesson yet."
Yami frowned. "But it was in the book. Shouldn't we learn it if it's in the book?"
"Not everything we learn comes straight from the book." Yami conveniently turned around in time to see the irritation written across his light's face as Yugi pouted, eyes falling to his own text book, and resisted temptation to glare.
He'd done something wrong. Yami's eyes widened and he ran over all of the possible scenarios and what he could have possibly done to get…to get Yugi to hate him!
"So although you may look alike and seem to have a fetish for his name—" Yami failed to miss Yugi pressing a palm to his face and annoyance teeming out of pink ears. The teacher continued, "--it seems that you also have better brains. How interesting."
"We don't look that much alike," spoke Yugi softly. Eyebrows furrowing, his gaze fell to the wooden desk. As the bell rang, he gathered his things and before Yami had the chance to talk to his aibou, the other boy bolted to his girlfriend and they left the classroom together as a pair.
That was not…pleasant. Yami sighed, fingers wrapping delicately around the string of his and looked between the remainders of Yugi's friends who watched the trail the couple had left behind. Otogi appeared by Honda's side, grin set across his face as he offered a hand for the once pharaoh.
"It would figure you didn't tell anyone you're back. Glad to see you, buddy." With a gentle smirk, he groped the small dice moving in and out of his fingers at a graceful speed. Yami nodded, observing this motion. "So what are your—"
"Yami!" Turning his head, the once pharaoh's eyes came in contact with a strange girl. Red flourished across her cheeks and she giddily ran up before halting in front of him. With an anxious smile, she wagged back and forth, hands curling the blue skirt signature to Domino High's school uniform. "U-Um…hi…! My name is Tsume! You're really good at math!"
"Math is easy." Yami's lips pulled into a lopsided frown. Unfortunately, that was. If he continued where he was at, the regal teenager was going to end up upstaging Yugi in just about everything and he certainly did not want that. …he thought. If he was going to be known at school for something, perhaps he needed to stay where he was at.
The girl, Tsume, only turned a darker shade of red and her smile disturbed him. "I'm really bad at math. Do you think you could help me since you're so good?"
"Certainly you could get a tutor or something." Flattered, Yami blinked as he realized this was the first time he'd meddled with something that hadn't been taken away from him, like the mop, broom, spoon, or ladle. With Tsume's genuine smile, she looked at him with large eyes that reminded him of the days Yugi would beg him to do something rigorous and utterly cutesy. He wouldn't have said no to aibou. Taking that into consideration as well, Yami rubbed his chin and nodded. "I suppose so."
"Really?!" She happily squealed and yanked his hand. Before Yami had the chance to protest, seven digits were marked in ink on the palm of his hand. He stared at it, disregarding Tsume's happy dance before she left the room.
That being said, he looked at the many smudges to the numbers he assumed were a four, a five, and a seven. It reeked with the stench of Sharpie and he had a feeling it would not come off any time soon.
His attention was taken when Jonouchi whistled, hands stuffed in his pockets. The blond's lips pulled into an impressive smirk. "Looks like you got hit on, Yami."
"Lies." Yami arched an eyebrow, concernedly attempting to rub the numbers off the palm of his hand, but failed to. "She just wanted help with her math homework."
"Right." Jonouchi snickered, slowly walking off. Honda and Otogi followed without word and Yami took it as his cue to go after them. Once caught up, he caught the jingle his blond friend was humming over and over again. "Math, Yami. I know some math. Add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs and multiply! Add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs and multiply! Add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide her legs, and multiply!"
Yami frowned. "That is not the order of operations, Jonouchi, nor is that a proper mathematical formula. If you need tutoring, I can help you as well."
Honda and Otogi snorted. That being said, the once pharaoh looked back and forth as Jonouchi immediately shut up. His brown eyes narrowed suspiciously and he bent down to the pharaoh's height. "'Snot supposed to be a mathe…mathe….mat…cal….s'not spose to be a formula at all! Yami, that's how you get laid."
Laid? Scratching his head, Yami ran through the many slang words that Jonouchi had taught him over the years. Certainly 'laid' had been one of them, but the meaning was escaping his mind at the moment.
"Alright, Yami." Honda slung an arm around him and Yami looked up, curiosity teeming in his eyes. "Let's think about this in Ancient Egyptian terms. When you like a girl, what did you do for them?"
Like a girl? Dark red eyes blinked and his gaze fell to the floor. Memories came flooding back of the ancient times, where Atemu's love life came into play and…he couldn't place his fingers on it. "My best friend," he concluded. "Mana. I love her as a sister."
Otogi made a whiny sound that reminded Yami quite a bit like a buzzer. "AAAANH. Yami, when you were a pharaoh, didn't you stare at women a lot?"
Yes. Cheeks flaring, Yami placed a hand over his lips to push away such vulgar thoughts, but with the steady curiosity and amusement bubbling from all three pairs of eyes, he supposed there was no other choice. "I…," he quietly muttered, "had sex with them."
They all paused. Honda stared, mouth agape before going, "You mean imagine have sex with them, right?"
"I always asked. They always eagerly accepted." Yami felt a shiver run up his spine, recalling so many sensual touches, picking and biting at strangers who he didn't know the name of because they were either pleasure slaves or harlots. They relieved his frustrations so he didn't have to, but each thrust and the multiple cries seemed so foreign in his ears. He hugged himself, suddenly feeling violated and in a foreign body.
Immediately, the boys noticed the discomfort contorting his face. Jonouchi stood in front of him, hands on his hips and arched a curios eyebrow. "So did you love any of the girls?"
"No." Yami resisted the urge to clasp a hand over his mouth, mentally slapping himself for the lapse of calmness. He'd gotten so panicky on the answer that his patience ran thin and paranoia struck between his joints. Love was a perplex subject. And when that was the subject in Yami's mind, his mind automatically slipped to one person in particular, who was currently out of the market. "But that was my life three thousand years ago. I find it hard to believe that any love from my past life would transcend to this lifetime."
"If you loved someone, Yami, what kind of traits would you want in them?" Jonouchi arched a mischievous eyebrow.
"What kind of traits?" Shrugging, Yami's eyes fell to his boots and fingers laced around each charm of bracelet. No one had yet to notice it and the less, the better. He'd been treating the whole ordeal like a serious life or death game, placing deadlines and calculating what and where he needed to talk to Yugi in order to get all of these charms, but there was no use. His first deadline was up yesterday, and it was hard to keep his aibou in one room to talk about anything.
"Charming," he whispered. Yami's fingers pushed under the string and played with the dainty jewelry. "Sweet. Gentle and shy, but not afraid to assert his opinion if he believed in something enough. Playful. Determined. And…loyal."
Those were the seven traits he fell in love with in one Yugi Mutou. He loved the charming smile that had the keen ability to make any friends. He adored the sweet giggles that were as sugary as chocolate that Yugi would erupt in when he found something funny. His gentle heart. His boldness—willingness to stand up to even Yami when the once pharaoh did something arrogant. But his heart had been taken by the mischief the Mutou boy was able to cause and the loyalty built in the teen's DNA even when Yami's outright answer was a 'no.'
Wait. No. Yami shook the thoughts of his head, strictly reminding himself of his promise. His emotions could not run wild on this one, and having an attachment to the Yugi he'd left but not the Yugi he returned to would only prove faulty. False. Ra and Set would have his head for such actions and he had no time to waste. He…he…
"I have to go," he murmured. Yami's eyes fell to his boots and he rushed off, knowing by heart every classroom in Domino High only because his aibou treaded these very halls for years with Yami strewn around his neck. But things were different now, he reminded himself. Very different.
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"Not all pharaohs had concubines or pleasure slaves that were just women. There were a handful of men, too." Of course Otogi, the research wiz would know something like that. When neither of the other gentlemen replied, he took this as his cue to continue. "That's not the arrogant pharaoh who kicked my ass over a year ago."
"He was like that while we were at the mall, too." Honda nodded in agreement, hands pressed to his waist and he frowned. "Strange. I know Yami has a tendency to be this reclusive, but it's like without the Puzzle, he's lost all his confidence. What do you think, Jonouchi?"
"Definitely." Brown eyes flickered with concern, a tight frown knit across the blond's face. He watched on as his other best friend sauntered off, lost in his own thoughts and plunged in confusion.
There was a lot of things about the Pharaoh—Pharaoh Atemu, Yami no Yugi, the spirit, and now simply just Yami—that he noticed throughout the years. He supposed like a lot of people, they always knew there was a transformation between his best buddy and best partner. Well…he supposed the "partner" thing wasn't mutual, but there was a type of companionship that differed with Yami than with Yugi.
With Yugi there was always a sense of protection. He knew what his buddy's capabilities and limitations were, and did best to cover up the young Mutou's worst problem: self-confidence. Not enough of it. When Yami first left, Jonouchi's assumption was Yugi would be devastated. Lost. Traumatized. Albeit mean, he missed the days where Yugi would sit there, eyes blank and staring off into space.
Back then it worried Jonouchi about his best friend's condition. He feared the worse, cursing himself that even know he knew what Yugi was going through, he didn't actually know it. And now, he supposed Yugi's parallel self was also having a parallel reaction. He was here. Man, Jonouchi couldn't believe that Yami had come back, and he certainly didn't know how.
With Yami, it was a different story. A confident pharaoh who knew his capabilities and knew his weaknesses, but never spoke of them. Proud, quite possibly a bit on the arrogant side and with one true weakness even Yami himself didn't know he often exploited. Loneliness. Oh yes, Jonouchi knew Yami had Yugi, and Yugi had Yami. They were close; closer than peanut butter and jelly—literally and figuratively.
And he supposed that like any good friend, he should have caught it earlier: the little blank stares he would give to those who ran to him and congratulated Yugi's victory and wished Yugi a good job. After all, Yami had always been a shell to Yugi, and it was natural to feel vulnerable. With later duels and them regarding Yami and Yugi as two different spirits in one body, the pharaoh had apparently grown into his skin. He had gotten used to being Yugi and taken on a third persona. At least… that's what he assumed.
But now, Nameless Pharaoh Atemu wasn't Yugi, and "Yugi" wasn't just a part of the shadows. Yami Sennen, ladies and gents. But despite all that, this fourth identity was probably the least with a shell. As the Pharaoh he was noble and strong. As Yami no Yugi he was confident and assertive. As Yami Sennen…well, not even the name really screamed "Hear me roar." He pitied Yami, really, for embarrassing himself and writing down persona number three's name on the board.
Yami had needs. Yugi was able to fill those voids, becoming the drive for all of these said needs. But now…
"Pharaoh's gone and lost it," he muttered, scratching his cheek. He failed to notice Otogi and Honda whispering back and forth, commenting that for once he was using his "pea-sized" brain. When one first thought of the pharaoh, they thought powerful. Aggressive. From what he'd seen, and now that he analyzed the silence radiating from Yami Saturday afternoon, it was obvious neither of those things would be how you described them. And honestly, what was up with that bracelet?
Taking Otogi's words into account, Jonouchi realized that Yami was devastated. Yami was lost. This was no longer the forceful pharaoh without his memories, nor the overprotective tendencies that drove "Yugi" into protecting Yugi and his loved ones. It was Yugi who sheathed Yami from the modern world, and Yami conveniently came only when Yugi needed him. That being said, they were two different people now. His buddy couldn't protect his partner, and so the pharaoh was lost.
That was certainly a predicament.
"It's really weird, you know?" Otogi said aloud as all three of the continued walking to class. "I mean, before, Yami was a loner because it was Yugi's life and he only interfered when Yugi needed it. Now…I think he's a loner 'cause he's shy or something."
"You may be right." Honda frowned, looking down the path their fourth companion had taken. "I'm worried about him."
Jonouchi nodded in agreement. "I think I'm gonna have a talk with him."
A well-deserved talk, too. The bell rang as all three finally made it to their next classroom. Jonouchi caught sight of red eyes gazing enviously to Anzu and Yugi, who as always, were innocently holding hands. At this point, he wasn't sure whether or not to smile for two friends over the other. It'd taken a whole two months before Yugi and Anzu finally moved into the kissing stage of their relationship, and considering the lack of love bites on either of their necks, he doubted they'd gone any further. The teacher was lecturing him for not going directly to his seat, but when Yami snapped out of his trance and paid attention to the chemistry text book, all of Jonouchi's thoughts only had one theory.
Maybe "Yami Sennen" was in love with a charming, sweet, gentle, shy, playful, and loyal Yugi Mutou.
Possibly. They weren't exactly the same person anymore, Yugi going far in the world and Yami…not. Some strange mojo going on, really. But then again…his thoughts drifted to daunting blue eyes and a rather irritating rich-boy smirk. He flipped the collar of his blazer, thankful his shaggy hair hid his blushing ears.
Stranger things've happened.
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Atemu was doing it again. He supposed by now, he should have been used to it. Atemu was talented in everything. In anything. Atemu could do anything that he set his mind to, and was a darn God, almost. He could manipulate space and time, control things at his whim, and of course was notorious by him and a handful of tight-knit friends for sealing away the evil Zorc and sealing himself away too.
It'd always been like that with Atemu. He was held on a high pedestal, even before knowing that he was the Nameless Pharaoh. He was strong, noble, and brave. Anything he did made a difference to another person's life, but only Yugi really knew of Ya…Atemu's insecurities and what Atemu was capable of.
So there he sat, eyes occasionally glancing up and annoyed by the fact his teacher was impressed that his lookalike understood something right off the bat they hadn't even learned yet. Girls from all around swooned about his intelligence, and little over an hour ago, they were smitten with long, slim legs during gym. Atemu had been asked to join the track, lacrosse, and basketball team. Squeezing Anzu's hand tightly between his fingers, he flipped a book in the strategy guide for the new Pokemon game. His girlfriend looked over, gently smiling before returning to the text book.
One of his biggest pet peeves was when they were compared to each other. Yugi supposed this started right after they returned from the ceremonial duel that was almost a year ago. How many days? How many months? He'd lost count after the fifth month. Frowning into his book, Yugi cursed HeartGold for not having vulpixes. He liked vulpixes.
After the duel, there were still so many expectations of him. When little kids came running up, asking for his autograph, they only whimpered and were disappointed by a passive voice. Yugi wasn't Atemu—he would never be Atemu. He'd given up trying, knowing he could only be himself and although back then he was devastated about not having the pharaoh around, that wasn't him anymore. Yugi grew up.
He did exactly what was expected of him, motivated by the Pharaoh's departure as he remembered all that they'd been through and was learning to break out of his shell. Heck, he was runner-up this year when they were voting for class president!
Atemu taught him how to be brave and determined. The once shy and I'm-trying-to-be-really-angry-at-you-but-you're-not-buying-it Yugi was no longer around, replaced by the confident Yugi Mutou who knew who he was. A smile came to his face and he leaned over, softly kissing Anzu on the cheek before deciding he would settle on a growlithe. Arcanines were cool, he supposed. They had a lot of hair—like Jonouchi.
Looking back up, Yugi bit his lip, feeling insecurity rattle his insides as Atemu gave one of his sweet smiles to a girl who'd come to greet him. Atemu was a natural when it came to talking; able to inspire everyone. He was invincible, able to conquer even the worst evils and duel one heck of a game.
Conveniently, Atemu pulled out a deck of cards from his duel holster (both of which Yugi was sure Atemu was "borrowing") before a confident smirk fell across his lips and Jonouchi challenged him to a duel.
Yugi hadn't dueled since the pharaoh's departure. Ten months and twenty-one days since he picked up a duel monster's card. And of course, that was another difference about them. But being the strong person the pharaoh always was, Yugi knew there wasn't much trouble when it came to Atemu. Keep him away from domestic chores, yes, but other than that, the pharaoh was perfectly fine. Better than fine. Contradicting Yugi's claim of not getting the royal treatment, kind of better than fine.
Obviously.
So obviously, he didn't need to worry about whatever antics Atemu was involved in, because the pharaoh could take matters into his own hands. Obviously. Failing to see the longing in Atemu's eyes, he leaned over to shyly kiss Anzu over the lips and call her beautiful for the billionth time. 'Cause she was.
They now had the space needed away from each other, and Yugi planned to use every inch to make sure the parallels made between him and the pharaoh were kept to a minimum. He wasn't the pharaoh, and the pharaoh wasn't Yugi, despite the mishaps of writing Yugi's name on the board five times in a row.
With a bashful giggle, he found it hard to wipe the smile off his face and grew annoyed when the pharaoh's eyes lingered longer than they should at Anzu. Hoping to make it clear to Atemu that his things weren't the pharaoh's things, he pulled Anzu into another kiss, quipped with passion and he was almost daring enough to use tongue.
"What was that for?" Anzu squeaked.
"Because I love you." Yugi's eyes darted to Atemu, still paranoid from when she had touched his shoulder, and was relieved when Atemu's attention returned to the duel.
He refused to let Atemu take over his life again. They weren't the same person and he could take care of himself. He didn't need Ya—Atemu, and Atemu didn't need him.
Obviously.
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Author's Note:
I hope there's some clarity on Yugi's personality. I know he's quite a bit OOC when it comes to Yami, but that's how he's "in character" in the story. With other people he has no problem with, but Yami just seems to push his buttons for some reason. Rough for the pharaoh, huh? And Imma see if I can sneak some puppyshipping into this one. Sounds good, doesn't it? :D Anyway, thank you so much for your support and I hope you guys review!