AN: Shocker, I don't own Yu Gi Oh, if I did I'd make fangirls, and boys, scream with delirious joy at the things my warped imagination created...oh yeah, and I'd make money off of this too and give up my crappier job :P
Thanks for reading guys, since this is the last chap for the night we'll end it on a happier note. To anyone who's read any of the "I Will..." stories there's a new one coming out very soon fyi (and I really appreciate all the reviews/faves/alerts! you guys are wonderful!)
11. Humility
"I don't understand why I have to do this aibou." The former pharaoh's arms were crossed; he looked wholly unconvinced as to the necessity of Yuugi's request.
"Because, mou hitori no boku," the ephemeral form of the youngest Motou replied, "a little humility a good thing. This will be good for you."
Yuugi's calm tone did little to appease the spirit embodied in physical form.
"When I was Pharaoh I had no use for it," he grumbled.
"Yes," Yuugi chose his next words carefully, "But since we share a body now and most people think we're the same person I would really appreciate it if you would try."
When the former pharaoh still seemed reluctant Yuugi added, "Please, mou hitori no boku? For me?" With the last touch, looking up into his other half's eyes with his own wide ones, he knew he had 'Pharaoh' wrapped around his little finger.
Indeed the regal posture slumped and the man heaved a slightly broken sigh, utterly helpless in the face of his 'aibou''s methodology.
"Alright, aibou," he said with a small smile at the transparent young man, "I will do it if it means that much to you."
Tense and with gritted teeth Yami no Yuugi took the phone in hand a dialed a number with more force than necessary; he held it up to his ear with clenched fingers, looking for all the world as though it were burning off more of his flesh with each passing second. Finally someone must have picked up because the embodied spirit began to speak.
"Hello, Bakura...-kun?...It's Yuugi, mou hitori no Yuugi. There was an...altercation last week between you, the other Bakura, and myself. I know you were hurt during it. I...I wanted...to...say...I'm s-s-sorry. Goodbye."
No sooner had the once pharaoh actually managed to get the words out than he had ended the call and dropped the phone, breathing as harshly as if he had just run a race.
"Thank you for doing that for me, mou hitori no boku." Yuugi was beaming with pride. "Now, was that really so bad?"
'Pharaoh' said nothing, chest still heaving and glaring down at the evil device. But boy oh boy was it a good thing his 'aibou' was cute.
Across town Bakura Ryou stared at his phone incredulously, wondering what the hell had just happened.
Thanks for reading! (I apologize for the randomness)