YGO ficlet

[stellawind]

Roughly between Battle City and the AE arc.



Yami's dreams had been filled with sand.

Memories and snatches of that past, or of could-have-been-pasts had filtered through their bond, leaving Yuugi in the morning to wipe at the sand that wasn't about to get into his eyes, and remember the great river that Yami had been almost, nearly remembering.

The feeling of loss had been getting stronger in the spirit. Yuugi had tried to talk to him about it a week ago, but Yami had changed the subject quickly enough.

There was a silent truth that neither wanted to face.

Forever was a long time, and Yuugi knew better than to expect the other half of his soul to spend more than part of it with him. Not with the otherworld calling. Memories and images that were incomplete, but called so strongly Yuugi heard them too, weren't to be ignored.

Waking up from the latest dream, Yuugi could feel the ghost of sun-warmed metal on his skin, and the cadences of a language he never spoke.

Such things on a lazy Sunday morning seemed removed, and impossible. The sun outside was even now half hidden behind a large, puffy cloud, and not the harsh might he had seen minutes before.

Beside him, Yami unfurled from the puzzle.

"It's getting worse," Yuugi told him softly, not looking too closely. Yami had a habit of changing his clothes only slightly from Yuugi's, but Yuugi was afraid to see if his own leather collar had been transmuted into something of intangible gold and beads.

"I know," Yami said simply, hand hovering over Yuugi's own, an attempt at comfort.

Downstairs, he could hear Grandpa cooking, shoving the stool to a cabinet. It differed so drastically form the soft patter of bare feet on stone that made his heart ache.

False promises would hurt them both, and Yuugi was silent when he dressed, as Yami hummed a melody not heard in three thousand years.

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[jenivi7.livejournal.com]

*tears up* Oh i love it! It's so heartbreakingly sad and the images are just beautiful!