Chapter Three

By: Kerigan

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, also, this is a yaoi....I forgot to mention it in the summary. Yes, this is about Yugi and Yami being a couple. *le gasp* I'm sorry if anyone reading this is offended or disappointed in this fact. For those of you who aren't - or knew it from the very beginning - enjoy. =]

"I should have thought of traffic." Yami mumbled, gazing over Yugi to look out the window. They had been on the bus for a good forty minutes, and they didn't live too far away. Yami was an impatient person, he couldn't sit still for very long and sitting at the cafe was all the sitting he had in him for the day. Yugi glanced from the outside view of cars upon cars and watched Yami's drumming fingers. Yami had always had a knack for being restless and his fingers always betrayed his dignified posture. If it weren't for his fiddling fingers Yami would look as calm and resilient as ever. Yugi placed his hand on the musically inclined digits, lightly squeezing them, and then taking his hand back.

"Calm down, I'm sure the traffic will die down soon. What if it is a car accident?"

Yami frowned; leave it to his partner to think of human suffering because of traffic. He took in a deep breath and forced himself to relax. He hadn't even realized he was doing that damn drumming again, a habit that has slowly become more frequent. The two of them were sharing what was meant to be a two-seater with another person, causing them to squeeze together. Yami, being as protective as he is, would not let the stranger sit next to Yugi, so therefore Yugi got the window seat. The luggage was crammed underneath their feet, giving them even less room. Yami sat on his jacket as well as Yugi's to make the ride more comfortable, since he was the one sitting on the plastic edges of the seats. The stranger not enjoying the situation either resorted to burying their nose in their newspaper until their stop came. The crowd was not what bothered the eldest of the two, it was the time wasted on this vehicle. He was almost positive they could have walked the distance in the time it will take them to get to the game shop.

Yugi glanced at his friend again before biting back a giggle and looking back to the roads. It was nice to be so close to Yami again. He could feel his heat from their forced clothes to clothes contact. Underneath the hoodie, his friend wore his basic black undershirt and the millennium necklace that tied them together. The first time his friends saw his own in America, they were taken aback. Sure it was major "bling", but it was his most treasured possession. He had almost been burned alive, not wanting to leave his sacred treasure behind. Without the item, he would no longer have Yami, and life would just not be worth living anymore. As he thought about it, his fingers absently grabbed the identical item that lay on his chest, over his white shirt.

"You know," Yugi smiled towards his partner as the bus began moving again, "us being forced to sit together on this bus isn't so bad."

"Either way, whether we are on the bus or not, we'd be together at this point in time."

"True, but we probably wouldn't be cuddling."

Yami gave his partner a look, "You call this cuddling?"

Yugi stretched his arm over Yami and rested his head on the other's broad shoulders. The skin of his neighbor was smooth and soft, making the boney pillow comfortable, "Yup."

Despite the wanting of this for a very long long time, Yami's heart sank for the second time that day. Casually he lifted his arm and wrapped it over Yugi's shoulders so that his hand grazed the other's face and dropped his head into a mass of soft, lavender scented hair.

Is it better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all?

College was temporary (he knew this because Yugi constantly reminded him on their daily phone conversations) but after a few months without physical presence drains a man of optimism. Yes, college was temporary, but was America? What if after college Yugi didn't want to come back?

Yami had to stay in Japan to care for the game shop. Sure, it sounds like a trivial excuse, but when Grandpa had told Yugi he couldn't go to America because their business would fail, Yami couldn't stand back and watch his partner's dreams fade away. Besides, at the time, Yami didn't have anything to sacrifice. So what if he had stayed in Japan? That was where he wanted to be.

He had also never felt loss before. Sure, he was sucked away from his kingdom in Eygpt, but it was a lonely place – he had no one to miss. When Yugi left, he was certain a few months would fly by and he would be able to keep everything exactly the way it was. He didn't comprehend that a piece of his heart would fly away too, nor the stresses of worry and jealousy.

Well, the last part was a lie – Yami was never a jealous person. Whether it was his King's trait of pride, arrogance, or a combination of both, Yami knew he was the only one for Yugi. Also, judging from the warm body pressed against his, he guessed his little friend felt the same.

PS: Sorry for the late-ness, school and work has me running around in circles. I hope you guys are liking the story. =] This is a short chapter but I think it's fluffy enough to hold ya'll over till next chapter!