Disclaimer: *rolls eyes*
AN: One-sided Yugi conversation. Amusement.
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Morning!
...hmm?
Oh.
Oh. That. Um... well, I'm... holding Yami's hand. That's not that strange, is it?
What do you mean, why is he glaring at you like - oh. Yami, that's not nice.
Because your glare gives people the creeps, that's why!
Yes, I know that's the whole point, but...
It was only a smile!
Sigh. No, I don't know why he gets like this. Well - it's because he's obsessive, that's why.
Yes, that is why I can't move. He's bigger than me, you know. No, surprisingly enough, he isn't bruising my ribcage.
Since... er, yesterday, actually.
Because I hit him with a pillow when he threw my homework out the window.
You're lucky you don't have a yami. They do things like that ALL the time.
And yes, we had a pillow fight. An hour and a half's worth of one.
By the time it was over, his hair was completely down. And I, of course, was exhausted. So was he - don't let that "I'm a mighty pharaoh, I don't get tired!" look fool you, he was practically falling asleep sitting up.
I think I was the only one not surprised when he tumbled into my bed.
NO! We were only SLEEPING!
Hn. In retrospect, we really should have locked the door.
Er.
Mom and grandpa... um, they're kinda... mad at me. When they came in last night and found us...
I've never heard mom yell that loud, or grandpa look that angry. No, really! He looks scary when he's mad! And mom... er... sorta threw my table lamp at Yami... she missed, though...
And the fact that I'd never told them about Yami didn't help things, either.
I actually had to sit on Yami to keep him from killing them both.
Uh... he's a little bit impulsive, sometimes.
Er... let's just say that I got the reaming of my life last night. Among a long list of other things, I was irresponsible, immature, reckless, untrustworthy, secretive, lazy, obsessed with trivial matters, unable to commit myself to anything, and also far too young to be sleeping around.
We didn't DO anything except have a pillow fight and take a nap!
But our glorious pharaoh, here... Uh... They were a little bit taken aback when Yami flatly told them that the only person I'd ever slept with was him, and that he was the only person I ever would sleep with, simply because of the fact that he'd slaughter whoever else even dared to think about sharing my bed.
That explains, at least, why my stuffed kuriboh has gone missing... Yami, did you set it on fire?
What do you mean, "Maybe?"
Uh, anyway, that shut them up for a minute while Yami nuzzled my hair and I got used to the idea that he was both insanely jealous and extremely possessive of me.
And, apparently, of my pillows.
Um... It wasn't as surprising as you might think. He likes my pillows.
What?
...have you even paid any attention to him when he's out? He's always... I dunno, suction-cupped to my side or something.
Yes, Yami, I meant that in a good way. Yes, I know mere mortals shouldn't be given the chance to set their filthy eyes upon my glorious self. Er... no offense there... blame the pharaoh.
It's the perfect excuse!
Where did all the ice cream go? Yami ate it! Why am I hanging upside down from a pole that's thirty feet above the ground? Yami's fault!
YAMI! You did NOT have to mention THAT, you pervert!
YAMI!!
...I'm not talking to you anymore.
...mom? She thinks I'm crazy and need therapy. But I don't. Yami-chan might... oh, don't look so offended. You have a nasty homicidal streak and we both know it. So there.
Grandpa? Uh...
Uh...
He passed out from shock this morning when Yami swept me off my feet and... um... uh...
Stop laughing...
All right, all right! So he kissed me, it's not that big of a deal! People get kissed all the time! Loads of times! Lots!
Stop giggling.
So mom waved us goodbye and also gave me this brochure entitled, "So You Think You Need Psychological Help..."
Sigh.
And that, Anzu, is why Yami and I are holding hands today.
...Anzu! We are not that cute! Stop it! Where'd you get that camera? Arrgh! No pictures! Stop, stop! Yami, help!
No, I am NOT cute!
...are you attempting to hide behind my hair, Yami dearest? Because it's not working, and if I have to be in this picture, so do you.
Eek! Stoppit! Put me down! This is a hikari-napping!
...CAR!
No, I do NOT trust you, you psychotic maniac, especially not when you're running through traffic in the middle of rush hour!
...
Fine.
You've made your point.
Okay!
...you stole her camera?
You stole her camera! Yami... that's not... nice...
No, I'm not giggling.
That high-pitched squaking noise I just made was NOT a giggle.
...okay.
So maybe it was.
But still... bad Yami! You keep this up, and you'll be giving Yami no Bakura a run for his money!
...oh, don't get so huffy.
Yami?
Shut up and kiss me.
/...better./
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AN: XP
Oh, yes. The notebook girl from the last chapter was the most lovely, gracious and talented torsui-chan, whom you should all worship.
She does meh title art. ^_^