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Yami's POV
Yuugi was sitting beside me, and he turned to me with his wide lavender eyes filled with tears.
My heart shattered into millions of pieces, each one longing to erase the pain that he felt.
Why did I feel this way already about someone I had barely met? How could this boy hold such dominion over me already?
"Pharaoh, Yami, Love," He pleaded, a tear welling up and then slowly making its way along his delicate face, before slipping off and landing on the top of my hands. It seemed like the world was working in slow motion. "You have to remember me, you have to remember us! He finished desperately.
"What do you mean?" I asked. Yuugi shook his head back and forth slowly, and suddenly his eyes filled with fear as we stood in complete silence.
His tears were now ones of panic and dread as he put his hands on my shoulders, but I couldn't feel them.
Why couldn't I feel them?
"Pharaoh, please, don't leave me to my demons! You have to remember me!" He shouted, shaking my shoulders.
I woke up in a cold sweat, clutching my blankets to my chest and breathing heavily. I didn't know what had come upon me.
Air, I needed air.
Having a sudden and unexplainable desire to see the stars, I decided to go out on the deck, not bothering to put on a shirt. Who would be out there, it was like two o'clock in the morning.
I wasn't exactly expecting to see Yuugi sitting on the bench.
I walked out onto the porch and sighed, taking in the glorious wonders of a Tennessee night, taking a couple steps forward before I realized.
I wasn't alone.
I saw the top of his star-shaped hair poking up from the top of the bench. Deciding that now was as good a time as ever, I walked forward and around the wooden bench, looking at the beautiful boy.
He wasn't wearing a shirt either, which I thought was odd. I hadn't expected sleeping shirtless to be one of his habits based upon his personality.
I spent a moment admiring the way he gazed thoughtfully up at the stars before I decided to speak.
"Fancy seeing you here." I said flatly, and he jumped at the sound of my voice.
"What are you doing up? He asked me, blushing and crossing his arms in attempt to cover up his stomach and chest. I didn't know why he was being so darn modest; he really was quite beautiful. I mean, as long as you could ignore the fact that he was probably severely underweight. I mean really, the boy needed a freaking snickers bar.
"I could ask you the same question." I said, sitting down on the other side of the small bench, causing it to sway a bit. It was a swinging bench, so it wasn't very steady. Something about my dream had made me want to get to know him better, and this was as good a time as ever to start.
"I just couldn't sleep." He answered, looking at me warily. I truly hated how he looked at me like at any moment I'd disappear if he said or did the wrong thing. I obviously wasn't going anywhere.
"Bad dream." I replied chilantly. He flinched, so I could only assume that he had experience with the subject.
"I know how you feel." He said gently, looking down. He looked a little sad and broken. For some reason, it sent a pang through my chest to see him like that. It suddenly occurred to me that I should say something and change the subject.
"We must have been close." I said. Yuugi looked back at me, and his eyes held the faintest trace of hope glistening within them.
"Yeah, yeah we were." He said with a small smile, and then turned towards the stars again.
"Did we ever hug?" I asked, wondering why he felt the urge to remain so physically distant. Maybe we weren't usually very affectionate?
"Twice that I can remember. Both times though, I was about to die. Quite literally, I was on the edge of death." He said, taking a shaky breath. "We would have a lot more than that, but we actually couldn't. It's a long story." He said with a sigh.
I blinked in shock a couple of times, trying to contain the fear I felt rise in the pit of my stomach. He'd almost... died?
"So, you're not going to explain to me why we couldn't?" I asked, choosing to focas on that.
"I might eventually, but you wouldn't believe me if I did now." Yuugi said, flashing me a small smile. I wanted to argue and get him to tell me, but I figured that I shouldn't get off on the wrong foot.
"So, is there something stopping us now?" I asked.
"No." He said simply, looking over at me from the corner of his eye hopefully. I knew that he probably wanted me to hug him, and I knew that if I did it would make him happy... I so desperately wanted him to be happy. I didn't know why, but I couldn't let that matter to me right then, as long as it happened.
"So, can we, uh... hug? Would you mind?" I asked. Yuugi turned away to hide his obvious blush, but I could still see the tips of his ears turn red anyways. He shook his head yes enthusiastically and I scooted closer to him on the small bench, wrapping my arms around his waist and bringing him close. His back was up against my chest, and it was a nice, warm distraction from the chill of the night.
It seemed like I was so much more sensitive to him than I was to anyone else, almost like we were meant to do this.
There was a comfortable silence as we gazed up at the stars, our bodies touching lightly.
"You know, the stars were gone for a time, once." I said, recalling an ancient Egyptian tale. Odd that I remembered that.
To my surprise, Yuugi nodded his head.
"You used to tell me that story all the time. But... will you tell it again? It's been awhile." Yuugi said with a smile, snuggling into me a little bit. I couldn't help but melt, and he made it worse when he looked up at me with wide eyes. I took a breath and began my story.
"Set had always been incredibly envious of Osiris, who was granted from a young age the much wanted throne of Egypt. He was a fair ruler and was always good to the people, but one day Set's envious desires grew too powerful. He lured the misguided Osiris out the river, where he then proceeded to drown him. Once he was out of the picture, Set claimed the throne for his own selfish desires.
"Now, Osirius was brought back to life by the wife of set herself, who pities her sister's grief over her husband/ brother's death. He was alive just long enough for himself and his wife to conceive a child.
"The son that was born was convinced that it was his rightful place as son of Osiris to claim the throne of Egypt. This resulted in him challenging Set to many games and he lost most of them thanks to Set's nasty habit of cheating.
"Once, Horus (For that was the name of Osiris's son) grew incredibly angry at his mother, for she had caught Set cheating and had mercy on him. He'd completely blown up on her. The other gods witnessed this and were somewhat wary of him because of it. Therefore, none of them would back him up.
"Eventually, the gods sent a letter to Osiris (he was able to receive it in death because he had by then established his place as the ruler of the underworld) asking who the throne belonged to. He responded that it was rightfully his son's.
"The gods still wouldn't fully support Horus, so Osiris had to prove the throne should be his. The stars were loyal to Osiris, so they disappeared from the night sky and flocked to his domain.
"They had no choice other than to pass the throne of Egypt on to Horus, and the stars returned." I finished, sighing. I looked down in time to see Yuugi yawning and relaxing against me.
"That story has always been my favorite." He said happily. I sighed and relaxed too, happy that he was.
A few more minutes passed in silence before I decided that I couldn't keep him in my arms any longer, and let him go, standing up. He looked slightly disappointed, but he said nothing as I entered the cabin to get some sleep.
I was just praying that I wouldn't have that dream again.

Yuugi's POV
I watched sadly as he walked away, though to be honest I was happier than I'd been in awhile.
He'd held me tight in his arms while he wove the tales of old, his soothing voice deep and strong in my ears. I'd dreamed about being able to feel him hug me again for so, so long, and it had finally happened.
It was easily the most glorious moment of my entire life.
I leaned back on the bench, looking back to the stars and thinking of him. As long as the two of us could still have moments like that, I'd be fine with him not remembering. As long as I could still have a part of him, I could survive this beautiful nightmare. He was still my Pharaoh.
I stared up at the stars for a long time, waiting until they started to burn out before going back inside. I'd make it look like I slept all night, so my grandpa wouldn't get too concerned.
I tiptoed downstairs and opened my poetry book, ready for my first happy poem in quite some time.
When I was finally done, I headed up the stairs to find that Yami was already there. I guessed we were on the same schedule.
"Good morning." I said, yawning loudly to appear groggy. I had to make it appear as if I'd just woken up.
"Good morning, mini-me." He greeted happily. I wasn't fond of the new nickname, but decided that it wasn't really a big deal. The little things tended not to bother you when the love of your life had been ripped from you and then graciously given back. You were so grateful just to have them back that it gave you a certain amount of tolerance.
I sat down at the table and fiddled with the plant sitting on its surface.
"Do you eat breakfast?" He asked.
"Not typically. Why?" I responded, fidgeting. What if he chewed me out for not eating, like everyone else seemed to always do? That would be incredibly annoying, and I didn't think I'd be able to keep from getting emotional if he was disappointed in me.
"Because you're skinny. Would you eat something if I made it for you?" Yami offered, taking some eggs out of a large fridge. Of course Kaiba would think to have the place stocked with food. That wasn't what I was focusing on, though. He was offering to make me breakfast! That made me so happy that I almost forgot to be insulted that he'd called me skinny.
"Yeah, actually." I said, surprising myself. Yami smiled at my response and then began to crack the eggs one by one into a large bowl and began to whisk a whisk around, sufficiently mixing the whites with the yellows.
There was no talk as he worked his magic, but only the delicious smell of his cooking that seemed to overpower my senses.
I smelled so many different kinds of spices, the scents were glorious. I could tell straight away that he was an amazing cook. I actually looked forward to eating for once.
"Breakfast is served." He said, over dramatically setting a plate in front of me. He took his own plate and sat across from me, looking up to stare at me anxiously.
After a moment I realized what he wanted and tentatively took a bite. It tasted absolutely delicious, and I looked up at the Pharaoh and tentatively smiled. The way the spices were made the flavor seem to dance across your tongue.
"I don't know where you learned to cook, or who you learned from, but you're good." I said. The Pharaoh seemed satisfied, and he began to eat his own meal in silence. After a few minutes, though, conversation was resumed.
"So my name's Pharaoh? Or is that just what everybody calls me?" He asked, swallowing the bite that he was chewing. I smiled a bit, realizing that the fact he was talking with his mouth full was proof that he was comfortable with me. Manners, as prince of Egypt, had been hardwired into him from a young age. It took him being quite comfortable with someone for him to not use them.
That, or he had to be angry.
"Well, your real name is Atem, though at first we thought your name was Yami." I replied. He looked confused.
"Why did you think my name was Yami at first? Did I hide my real name or something?" He asked.
"Well, it's another one of those 'long story' things." I responded, but he still looked skeptical.
"Will most of these 'long story' things be explained to me eventually?" He asked, huffing. I smiled a bit, remembering fondly how impatient he tended to be with knowledge.
"Eventually, yes." I said. He groaned.
"It was my life, I'm a bit entitled to an explanation of it." He said.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you now." I pointed out. He gave up and slumped in his chair, pouting.
Usually when he'd pout, I'd walk over and 'kiss' or 'hug' him, but now I didn't know what to do. I wasn't going to initiate affection, not when I had no clue how he'd react. I was still too afraid of rejection.
Just then, my grandpa walked in from his bedroom, carrying a towel over his arm. His hair was glistening and would occasionally drip, so I figured that he'd just gotten out of the shower.
As soon as he saw me, he dropped his towel and his jaw.
"Yuugi, you're eating!" He declared happily, "And I didn't even have to badger you for twenty minutes to get it to happen!"
"Grandpa, it's not that big of a deal." I said.
My grandfather sighed and looked at Atem, thanks and gratitude shining in his eyes. I didn't need to explain why I was eating again.
Not when the love of my life was sitting across the table.
Kaiba came out of the stairwell, dressed as if he was going somewhere dirty. I was curious as to what he was doing, because Kaiba hardly ever wears regular people clothes.
"What's going on?" I asked, swallowing my bite. Kaiba cringed and looked at my grandpa, expecting for him to explain.
"We're going to make a trip out of this." Grandpa said, looking happy. "Today, we want to go hiking to a good picnic in the mountains!"
"Correction. You wanted to go hiking today." Kaiba mumbled darkly, looking down at his clothes in disgust. "I wanted to go to the history museum."
"That sounds like fun!" I said, brightening up. It would be interesting to go hiking with the Pharaoh.
"Well, go get dressed." Grandpa replied, smiling.
I got up and practically ran to my room and changed as quickly as I could, not wanting to miss out on time with my Yami. Well, not mine anymore...
It would still be fun to spend time with him, though.
Even if there was no way he felt the same for me.
I walked back upstairs, trying not to be too excited.
The Pharaoh was standing there in an outfit almost identical to mine, including my signature belt around the neck. I was confused, seeing as how we hadn't actually picked up clothes for him yet. Kaiba observed my expression and let a smirk dance across his features.
"I had a worker from the airport do some shopping last night. He needed a few extra bucks, but it was worth it for Yami and you to stay matching." He explained. I rolled my eyes at his antics.
"Did we used to dress alike?" The Pharaoh asked. I nodded my head with a smile in his direction. (Was that too flirty?) We'd quite literally not been able to wear anything besides what the other was wearing.
"This reminds me of the good old days." My grandpa said. "Let's get going."
I kept trying desperately to get into the too tall car, but to no avail. Kaiba laughed and muttered something about his day not being so bad after all, but it didn't bother me because I knew he always enjoyed other people's struggles.
"What, did they not teach you about getting into cars at hobbit school?" Kaiba sneered. I glared at him, but quickly stopped. The Pharaoh had put a hand down to help me up. I (blushingly) took a hold of it, feeling his firm grip. He pulled me up into the jeep and we landed a little too close, our bodies touching a lit. A little more and I would've ended up in his lap, and I thanked Ra that I didn't have to deal with that embarrassment.
I still couldn't get used to the feeling of actually touching him. It was electric, sending jolts up my spine and through my body, traveling to my heart and urging it into a gallop. I couldn't get enough.
I didn't scoot away. It took all of my courage and bravery, but I stayed where I was, yawning largely. I decided to use the excuse that I was tired to snuggle into him, laying my head on his shoulders. He seemed willing enough, scooting closer so my head wouldn't fall and laying his head on top of mine.
At least, even if he didn't love me, I could still work up the nerve to be affectionate.