Hours until the Prom
Everything was ready. All of the reservations from the limo to the hotels, everything bought from outfits to the tinniest accessory. There was no backing out now. Well, …Yugi was thinking about backing out now. He was buttoning up his tuxedo for the final fitting, his fingers shaking up the whole way. It was a midnight purple, so dark that it should have been black.
"Yugi," Yami asked, "why do you keep on putting this thing on and taking it off?"
"To see if it fits."
"It looks like it fits fine to me."
Yugi let out a heavy sigh, nervously, "I know."
"I was worried about you eating more lately. You're lucky that you can still fit into that."
"That's what I was worried about," Yugi said as he turned to Yami. He seemed really comfortable lying on Yugi's bed, on his back and with his head hanging off the side. "I was hoping that if I gained weight, then I wouldn't have to go to the prom."
"This prom thing can't be that bad. Besides, …what is a 'prom'?"
"It's a formal occasion. And, guys take girls to it. Everyone eats and dances, et cetera. The last time where everyone REALLY dresses up before graduating from high school. And, if a guy and a girl likes one another enough, at the end of everything, they get a room together for the night and they usually, …they usually…." Yugi began to blush madly.
"Oh. So, this is a ceremony where everyone comes into manhood or womanhood. Where they are recognized as adults by this ceremony and by the end of the night everyone takes a wife and consummates their relationships."
"Almost. Except the last part."
"They're concubines, then?"
"Oh, NO-NO, NO-NO, NO! Looks like I'll have to explain the word 'date' to you, later."
"But, I would like to know more of whom would you take to this prom thing."
"Friends."
Yami rolled his eyes, "I meant the woman."
"…." Yugi yelps as the doorbell rings. "That could be her, now," Yugi thought.