Chapter Two
By: Kerigan
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh…yeah pretend that was on the last chapter too.
Despite the crowded cafe, all Yami could focus on was Yugi. They were sitting on a small round wooden table, close to the window in the case it snowed. Their coffee steamed in front of them, and while one talked the other would sip on their beverage. Accidentally, Yami took a drink of Yugi's super sweet coffee and twitched. Yugi giggled and Yami smirked, how he had missed these days. Despite Yami's casual yet slightly punk outfit, Yugi wore a navy blue trench coat with a white button down shirt, creme scarf, and raggedy blue denim jeans. Yugi's briefcase, which appeared gigantic next to him since he was so small, sat beside the table on the floor. He had taken a taxi to the café from the airport since traffic would have been horrible with the bus route Yami would have had to take.
Yugi chatted excitedly about his adventures in America, where his college was located. With hand motions and facial expressions, he extravagantly talked about teachers, friends, parties, and late night study sessions. His campus was apparently as huge as it was beautiful, causing him to ride his bike to class every day.
His positive experiences made Yami smile. When Yugi first went off to college, Yami had ulcers for months. It was odd not being there for his other half, not being able to see him or protect him. For years he was the shield and the sword for his partner, defending him against his enemies, prevailing when his other couldn't. When Yugi left, he had suddenly come to realize that he had no purpose anymore. Grandpa had put him in charge of the game shop to give him something to do and his friends came over often but everything felt so wrong.
Fortunately, even if Yugi was across the world, he still instinctively knew how the other was doing. Whether Yugi was stressing out over tests or was having the time of his life, Yami knew that Yugi understood that he was only a phone call away. Often did he look forward to calls from his friend, which he would get at least once a week. Now that Yugi's voice was clear and he could see the face that was speaking to him, he highly doubted a phone call would ever be satisfying again.
"So, after my third test in Biology, I realized that maybe this is the place for me. I love the memorization and the people in the class are really nice too. Everyone is just so focused; it's hard not to catch on to the material. I think being a doctor or a pharmacist would be really cool - you know?" Yugi took a sip of his coffee before continuing, "Okay, so enough about me, what has been going on with you?"
Yami was watching Yugi with his cheek resting in his hand, savoring everything that was happening around him, "Nothing much," he grinned, "How was that after finals party?"
"It was amazing!" Yugi nearly shouted, starting his tangent on his experiences again. Yami silently laughed at his friend's eagerness to talk. He hadn't seen him this chatty since...well...ever. Sure, Yugi has always been a hyper bunch of sugar and kittens and rainbows, but the way he glowed with happiness and excitement was rather new. Yugi really loved where he was at, and Yami's heart sank a little.
It was difficult at first, adapting to an empty house. With grandpa gone on expeditions and Yugi off at college, the small home they had behind the game store quickly became unnecessarily huge. The store itself was always perfectly stocked, cleaned, and thoroughly inspected since Yami had nothing else better to do. When the customer's were scarce and the store was perfect, all he could manage to think of was new beats by thrumming his fingers as he sat behind the register. He wasn't much of a television person, since growing up in ancient Egypt and suddenly being brought to modern times often leaves a man a little fuzzy on the historic technological and historical advancements of Japan. Tea suggested a hobby, but he has yet to come up with any. He didn't need a hobby, what he needed was a purpose again.
Yami took another drink of his bitter caffeine as Yugi began to describe the drinking games he learned and what kind of mixed drinks he liked. Apparently there were more alcoholic beverages than one can possibly imagine. Yami, being a fan of the greatness of liquor, mentally took notes on how to make these weird concoctions called "bull blaster", "jager bomb", and "five star general". He wondered why college kids find it necessary to name their beverages with such violent names. Isn't drinking supposed to be relaxing and fun?
"Okay, so I'm officially done talking," Yugi sighed, relaxing in his chair, and drinking the remainder of his drink. Yami waited, just to make sure Yugi meant what he said, before sitting up.
"Sounds like you have had a lot of fun. College must be great!" he grinned, trying to think of something to say after such a long and exciting line up of stories, "Are you excited to be home for a whole month?"
"Yeah!" Yugi's smile shone, "I've missed everyone so much! I can't wait to see the gang again, and sleep in my own bed!"
Yami downed his coffee, leaving the lose grounds at the bottom of the cup. He looked at his cell phone and noticed the time, "Wow! We've been here for a while. The next bus should be coming soon, want to head home?"
The younger of the two practically leapt out of his seat, "Home?!" he shouted, "That would be amazing! I was on that plane for what seemed like forever! Does the store look any different?"
Yami casually stood up and grabbed the suitcase's handle, fortunately for him it was a roller suitcase, "Yes, I fixed it up quite a bit."
"Oh, Yami, I can get that." Yugi said, grabbing at the handle. Yami grabbed Yugi's hand with his free one and held it firm.
"Don't be ridiculous," his smirk widened as he gently led them to the door, not letting go of his companion's hand.
Another chapter - What?! D= New record for meee!
Hope you guys like the fluff. I feel there was a lot of information in this chapter so I hope it reads to others well.