AN: I don't own Yu Gi Oh! Thanks for reading though!
32. Precious Treasure
The solid gold pendant in Yuugi's hands was worth a fortune, no doubt about it.
Certainly based on its material he could have sold it for enough money to keep himself and his grandfather financially secure for years to come.
Had he considered its historical value he could have gotten at least five times that on the black market, or had the most prestigious museums from around the world vying for its donation.
If the country of Egypt had known of its existence they would have sought its return with justifiable claims of its unlawful removal.
Yuugi Motou had no desire for vast wealth; he was a young man with simple needs and simple pleasures.
He was extremely fascinated with the pendant's history, but more with the one attached to it than the one it represented.
Reluctantly he understood that one day the solid gold puzzle he held so dearly, so tenderly, might very well return to its country of origin, and rightfully so, but he would cut off his own hands before initiating it.
Yuugi's most precious treasure rested cradled in his hands, warm from his touch and a heat radiating from within.
"Mou hitori no boku," he called sweetly.
"Aibou," resounded lovingly in his mind.
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