(Gift fic for DragonLady222.
Main characters are Yuugi, Yami, and Seto.
Main 'ship': Prideshipping (Yami x Seto)
Hints of: Puzzleshipping (Yami x Yuugi). Rivalshipping (Seto x Yuugi).
Fic Goal: Flareshipping (Seto x Yami x Yuugi).
A simple reminder- Yuugi is Mr. Howell and his aliases first name is never mentioned.
I apologize in advance for this chapter being not only short but also being a cliff hanger.
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It had been a little over twenty-four hours since Yuugi had fallen asleep at the table. Neither Yami nor Seto had left his side for long periods of time. They had even taken up the habit of eating in the room and taking naps in chairs at Yuugi's bedside. The hired help was tight lipped when they came in the room; they did what they had to as quickly as possible and left.
"As long as he's been out of it shouldn't we call for a doctor?" Yami was at a total loss. He got up from the bedside and walked over to the window. "You know so at least he's getting food and water."
"No," Seto frowned. "I don't think it would be wise to do so. After all, how do we tell them how our friend here got into this state? Furthermore if they did buy our story do you really want to hear that constant beep from the monitors?"
"They'd probably tune out half the story and throw up in the loony bin before we could even call your brother," Yami sighed. "And, no I don't want to hear the sound of those machines. That sound is worse than the ticking of a clock."
Seto got up and walked over to Yami. He rubbed his lover's shoulders.
Yami looked over his shoulder and into Seto's eyes. "Why are they trying to take him before the games end?" Knowing that Yuugi most likely would not wake up caused a sinking feeling in his stomach. Tears were collecting in his eyes. He was trying to cry because he knew that Yuugi just wanted him to be happy.
"Do they ever play fairly?"
"I've never known them not to," Yami frowned. Suddenly his eyes went large, "What day did we fight the duel?" He was beginning to wonder if Yuugi had purposely written the date incorrectly on the calendar. He really did not want to believe it.
Seto's expression was one of deep thought. He really should have been able to pull the answer right off the top of his head but at this particular moment the date had escaped from his memory. "I'm not sure. Why?"
"Do you think Yuugi has been telling us the incorrect date?"
Something clicked within Seto's thought process. Knowing how much Yuugi did not want them to suffer he could see the other doing something like this. He headed towards the desk where he knew Yuugi kept his personal calendar.
Yami did not need to be told to know that Seto had taken the idea to heart. He watched as his lover searched through the contents of the desk.
"He's like me," Seto grumbled. "So fucking organized that your disorganized."
"No it's more like you're just super worried someone is going to look at your super secret crap so you hide it in plain sight. Then because it is in the most common place not even you think to look for it there because you are too busy looking in the less thought of places."
Seto looked up, his eyes narrowed. "Alright mister no it all," he made a hand motion towards the desk, "you find it." He crossed his arms over his chest.
Yami knew that Seto was not mad, just frustrated. "Okay," he said as he walked over to the desk. He looked at it for a moment and then picked up the calendar. It had been half under the laptop.
Seto could have smacked himself. "Don't say it!"
Yami smirked. He knew that the smirk said that phrase 'I told you so'.
Seto stepped around so that they could both have a look at the planner that was about notebook sized.
They were both about on the page when it felt as if cold water had been dumped on them. They both turned around and noticed that Yuugi was no longer breathing. They exchanged a look and before they ran over to him, they looked at the calendar.
"I wanted to be wrong," Yami managed to say.