Yami sat up in the bed. He felt the blankets under his hands. They felt softer here than they did in Yuugi's mind room. He didn't think anything could be softer than the blanket in the mind room.
Well, anything besides savior, anyway.
He looked at his hands, noticing the sleeves were different than usual. His savior had something different on. He never had the energy to see what Yuugi saw when he was asleep and never saw him in anything other than his uniform.
This pale blue suited him.
He softly pushed the blanket off of him and tried his best to make the bed behind him. He didn't do the best job, in fact, it looked messier than before, but to him, he had no concept of what a neat bed looked like, so he smiled to himself, proud that he helped.
Yami looked around Yuugi's room. His savior didn't lie, there were toys and game littered around the room. As he kneeled down to pick up a small barrel with a little figurine inside, he caught a glimpse of a shine next to him. He jumped and readied himself for a conflict, but was only met with a face.
A beautiful, perfect face.
He rose again, almost in a trance. The person he saw did the same, following his exact movements. They both moved slow, unsure of what the other would do.
A flawless person.
Yami approached the other person, and the other person did the same. As they met, face to face, Yami noticed a glass between them. He reached out to touch it, and so did the other person. They met, palm to palm and pressed firmly against it. The cold made him flinch, but he pressed against it. He had to hold this hand somehow.
Yami then noticed this wasn't a window. It must have been a mirror.
This… this is what my savior looked like…
Yami smiled, looking at his own reflection's smile.
This is what my savior's smile looks like…
He looked into his own eyes, trying to soften his expression to match Yuugi.
This is what my savior's eyes look like…
Every inch of his face was absolutely flawless. Yami almost cursed at himself for blinking. Every blink was a second missed of seeing his savior's face.
In mind rooms, Yuugi's form took on what he saw himself as. Short, soft, weak, helpless, child-like. Yami didn't see this in the reflection. He saw a strong young man. He had such a radiating light from within, and yet his savior never saw it in himself. Removing his hand from the glass, he tried to think of a way to touch his savior through the mirror. He had to touch him somehow. He had to feel the warmth himself. It almost slipped his mind entirely that he could just reach for his own face. As he did, he felt his hand, cold from the mirror, touch his warm skin.
This is what my savior feels like…
The warmth he felt was new. He hadn't felt true warmth like this in his short existence of being free. Why had he never thought of this before?
Seeing his savior. Feeling his savior. It was true bliss.
He hugged himself, looking at his reflection. It looked so lonely, seeing his savior's arms so empty. He should be in those arms. He belongs there. They should never be empty. His savior will always have him. He wouldn't be lonely anymore. Neither of them will be lonely anymore.
I won't be lonely anymore…
He was shocked back into reality as he felt something run down his face. Looking at his reflection, he saw tears running down his savior's face.
I made him cry.
Yami abandoned all reason and quickly tried to wipe the tears off the mirror, ignoring his own. He desperately tried to stop his savior's crying, holding back his own sobs.
I made him upset.
He'll leave me.
He can't leave me!
What did I do?
He was afraid. He didn't know what was wrong, but he tried to fix it however he could. Such a perfect face should never have tears on it, and yet he was the reason why it did. He ruined everything. He kneeled down to apologize, to beg for forgiveness or punishment, anything that he deserved, anything but leaving him or putting him in the puzzle again. Only then did he notice the reflection moving with him and remembered it was a mirror.
He wiped his own tears, ashamed of the way he acted. How dare he show a moment of such weakness when he was meant to protect? He needed to learn how to handle himself better for next time. When he and his savior do finally embrace he'll be ready. He wouldn't cry. Not like this.
Yami looked at the clock by the bed. It was almost time for his savior to get up. Had he really spent so much time looking at the mirror? This wasn't acceptable. His savior would be tired in the morning. He needed to tuck himself in and get at least some sleep for this body. He wiped his face dry and went to the bed, closing his eyes and quickly falling into a dreamless sleep.