Title: Showers
Theme: 70 – Lubricious
Summary: Yami has his first shower. "He's been in there going on forty minutes now."
Rating: T
Genre: Humor

"So how long's he been in there?"

Yugi looked up from his book, glancing at the ceiling, where the dull hum of the shower spray could be heard. He then looked to the clock sitting above the doorway. "Going on forty minutes now."

Joey shook his head, smiling. "Can't remember my first time taking a shower. I do remember that it wasn't this exciting, though."

"Hey, he's been locked in a necklace for three thousand years. I figure he has reason to be excited." Yugi licked his thumb and turned a page. "Must feel good to him to have water on his skin after so long."

"But he's felt water," the blond said, then expanded. "I mean, when he was with you. When he... y'know, was possessing you. Or in control of you. What do you call it?"

"We call it a partnership, Joey, not possession." Yugi raised an eyebrow, amused.

"Right, well." He shifted uncomfortably. "Still, is it this big a deal?"

"Apparently so. I mean, he has his own body now. I imagine he's going to try to use it to do and experience as much as he can with it now."

"Oh, God."

"Yugi?"

Yugi turned and, staring at the sight in the doorframe, froze. Joey's brows came together.

The pharaoh stood, bubbles clinging to wet skin and white froth still lingering in damp hair that dripped onto the kitchen tiles below. A single, small towel was wrapped around his navel, but only just; it was slipping, fast, tied together by a loose knot that Yugi suspected he'd done in a hurry. The sound of the showerhead's dull spray of water continued; had that man seriously left the shower on...?

"Ah - yes, Yami?" Yugi wasn't sure whether or not to avert his eyes.

"Where'd you put the other conditioner bottles? I ran out." The look on the pharaoh's face was almost comical, had it been any other circumstance: it was one mixed with the frustrated, desperate, and exasperated state that might also come with discovering that the toilet paper roll had run out just as you'd finished relieving yourself.

"It's - under the sink," Yugi managed out.

"And the nozzle?"

"What?"

"How do you turn it off?"

"You just - turn to the right, all the way to the right."

"Clockwise?"

"Yes, bring it to the six."

"What?"

"The six on the clock, remember?" Yugi nearly shouted, desperate for him to understand, as he pointed to the bottom of the kitchen clock. "The bottom of the circle, where the six would be on the clock. Turn the point of the nozzle to the bottom, the six. I showed you that before."

"Right," Yami said, and rushed off; but paused before he made off, just now noticing Joey. "Oh, Joey, hello."

"Hey there." The blonde gave a tiny wave and a half-smile. "First shower?"

Yami grinned. "Mhm. Yugi's taught me everything."

"Not enough," Yugi barely muttered out of the corner of his mouth. "Yami? The water's still running..."

"Oh, right - " He dashed off, up the stairs, and Yugi's brain unwillingly supplied him with the mental image of the towel falling off as he ran.

"I suspect you'll be seeing a lot of that," Joey commented idly.

"Yeah, I - what?" Yugi blinked. He rolled his eyes at his friend's undignified snort, laughter bursting from the seams of his mouth. Yugi sighed. "Why must everything you say sound sexual?"

Joey hesitated, then grinned. "...That's just the way I do things."

"Clever. Now help me with this English. I can't for the life of me understand how Ryou manages..."

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