[fic] Theme 037 "Hair", for 100_wangsts {遊☆戯☆王: Atemu/Yuugi; G}
For all the others who didn’t get the last prompt: the inspiration came from the “Which came first - the chicken or the egg?” question. But other responses were cute, so you all get cyber cookies anyway!
Okay, so, uh, it’s Thanksgiving and that’s pretty much the only reason why this is being posted. Plus I have a bajillion other things to do until the end of October...though I will be updating before/after Halloween, depending on how busy I get. Okay? Okay.
Written for 100_wangsts. This is theme 037.
Genre: Fluff/Really Light Angst
Rating: G
Pairings: ‘Atemu’/Yuugi
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: The aftermath of chemotherapy.
Disclaimer: (in fobby Chinese accent) Yuugiou not mine lah.
Spoilers: AU, Yami’s real name.
Warnings: Er...not much.
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The treatment began.
The process wasn’t too difficult - swallowing the pills whole wasn’t particularly painful. It was rather like taking Tylenol when people had sinus congestions, headaches, or muscle aches. Or Advil, if you prefer those over Tylenol. But really - it was just like any other regular medicine, except they were much, much more potent than the few milligrams in those other pills.
But like all things, the hard part was eventually over.
“Atemu?”
“Come on in, Yuugi.”
“How’re you feeling?” The door remained slightly ajar.
“I’ve been better, but there’s nothing to worry about. I’m getting used to it.”
“That’s great to hear,” Yuugi sat down on the side of the bed, snuggling up to his lover. He traced light patterns on top of Atemu’s loose-fitting pyjama top, slightly tickling the other’s abdomen. “I’m so glad your cancer cells stopped spreading...”
Atemu hugged him close. It had been a frightful moment when he went into the surgery room, neither of them knowing if he would come back out with good news or bad news.
“How about your...” Yuugi hesitated. The subject he was about to broach was a sensitive one.
“You can just ask it, Yuugi.”
“...How about your hair?” He sighed. “Is it growing back yet?” He knew Atemu’s hair was his pride and joy, much like his own yet unique in its own way. Atemu had worn that crown of tri-coloured mass with an air of royalty with a hint of arrogance, but he was by no means a downright snob about it. It was one of his most defining characteristics, and it also reminded him of his home; his lineage; his ‘other half’, Yuugi.
“Not so soon after the treatment, I think,” Atemu chuckled. “Give it a few more months, although I doubt when it grows back it’ll be like what it was before,” he added wistfully.
Yuugi listened. And listened - but other than the nostalgic tone on top of the steady heartbeat he detected no bitterness or anger. Not even when some of their more...sadistic ‘friends’ had sneered in Atemu’s face about how ridiculous he looked without the hair.
“I’m so proud of you, Atemu,” Yuugi whispered. He knew it hadn’t been an easy thing for Atemu to accept at first. But he supposed, after realizing that the treatment had worked and he was still alive, the loss of his hair wasn’t such a big deal.
Atemu simply tightened his grip. “And I’m glad you were here by my side all the way.”
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 418
Authoress Notes: So, um, yeah. (runs off to organic chemistry lecture) ;A;