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37. Kick in the Head
"Hmmm..."
Yuugi closed his eyes and bit back a sigh of his own; his naturally cheerful, accommodating nature was reaching its limits.
The now completely and totally physical spirit of a former pharaoh who had once shared joint custody over his own body was reclined on his bed, arms behind his head and one leg swinging back and forth as it hung over the edge, hovering an inch above the floor. Once again he was laying back, staring at the ceiling, preoccupied and endlessly sighing—something that had become rather habitual as of late.
And once again he was distracting Yuugi Mutou from his much neglected schoolwork.
"Hmmm..."
With a silent sigh of his own, Yuugi placed his pencil back down on the desktop and turned to his companion with a fixed, patient smile on his face. "What is it Yami?"
The distracted young man's foot stopped. "Hmm?" He turned to Yuugi as though surprised to see him there. "Oh, sorry,-Yuugi. Did I interrupt your work again?"
Yuugi gave a half-shrug, still patiently smiling as he stood and walked over to the bed. "It's okay, I was going to take a break anyway. You know, it's okay if you call me aibou, I don't mind." The teen sat by the foot of the bed, where Yami shifted to make more room for his still small frame.
As Yuugi leaned back, palms behind him on the bed, Yami pulled himself to sit up in a similar fashion, legs splayed in front of him. "No," he shook his head and its wild array of brilliantly hued locks, "That was a different time. This is a new life for me—for you. It's different now."
"And that's why you go by 'Yami' now," his question was more of a statement; it was a conversation they'd had several times before.
"Mmm," Yami hummed in agreement.
Yuugi turned to face the former pharaoh, who was once again staring at nothing, this time in the direction of the comforter they were sitting on. "So, is that what's bothering you? This new life?"
"Ugh," Yami flopped back on the bed, arms spread wide, "I just have no idea what to do anymore aibou!"
If there was one positive thing about all of this, Yuugi mused, it was that at least Yami's regal decorum was finally starting to give way; there was hope that he'd fit into modern day Japanese society yet. Though it unfortunately seemed to be coming at the cost of Yuugi's own high school diploma.
With a forlorn look at his waiting homework Yuugi suppressed the desire to suggest Yami take an interest in a high school career.
"Yami-" he started.
"We defeated all our enemies, saved our friends, saved the world..."
"Yami-"
"Freed Bakura and Marik from the spirits in the Sennen items..."
"Yami-"
"Unlocked my memories, sealed the Sennen items away for good, put all of those souls to rest..."
"Yami-"
"We've won all of the most important Duel Monsters tournaments-"
"Mou hitori no boku!"
The former pharaoh, former spirit, popped up on his elbows, staring up at the young man who had somehow come to be straddled over him without his noticing. "Yuugi?"
The teen's frown faded away with a hearty laugh at the ridiculously surprised countenance of his friend. He fell to the side and landed gracelessly on Yami's outstretched arm; still laughing, he rolled over until he was looking directly at a pair of bewildered red-violet eyes.
"You're over-thinking it Yami," he said with a smile.
For a moment Yami's face melted into a soft smile to match Yuugi's own, but it didn't last. Only a second later he was once again frowning, and turned his gaze back to the ceiling. "But aibou, what is my purpose here? My reason for existence? What if-"
Yami's moment of introspective, existential crisis was cut short when the soft pillow under him was ripped away only to land on his face with a feathery smack!.
The pillow was thrown to the floor to reveal a new sort of frown, this time not directed at the ceiling but the perpetrator of the soft assault, a perpetrator who was smiling and trying in vain not to laugh too hard at his victim's expense. "Are you done aibou?"
"Are you mou hitori no boku?"
Yami grunted, not looking the young man poised above him in the eye. "Point taken aibou," his sign of concession quickly turned to a smile when his attacker slid back down to lie beside him. "You know Yuugi," he said as he wrapped one arm around the slightly smaller man's waist, gently drawing him closer, "I'm not really your mou hitori no boku anymore and you're not really my aibou."
Yuugi shifted to lay his head on his companion's shoulder. "Of course we are," he slid his hand across Yami's chest to grab the other man's hand, intertwining their fingers. "Those things don't really have anything to do with card games and duels. Right?"
With a squeeze of his partner's side Yami buried his nose into Yuugi's hair and clasped his hand more tightly. "No, you're right aibou, I guess they don't."
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