[fic] Theme 072 "Secret", for 100_wangsts {遊☆戯☆王: Mou hitori no Yuugi/Yuugi; G}
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Did I make it? Did I make it? (looks at clock) Okay, it's still before midnight, so technically I'm not behind my posting schedule.
Reading Week did not help at all. I still need to do my research papers and write up my lab reports and study for my midterm on Wednesday, dammit. And GASP it’s finally snowing here - figures that they’ll give us about 10-15cm of snow when it’s almost the end of February.
Also, fine time to crap out on me, ff.net. "Access denied" when I try to click for my HTML source? FAIL.
Written for 100_wangsts. This is theme 072.
Genre: General
Rating: G
Pairings: Mou hitori no Yuugi/Yuugi
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: They weren't stupid. They could see it, hear it, sense it - but if Yuugi didn't say anything, then they wouldn't either.
Disclaimer: Nah, I'm not in the mood to argue with the lawyers today. Don't own Yuugiou.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: It's rated G, should there even be anything I can warn you about, other than the subtle hints of shounen-ai?
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They weren't stupid.
They knew. They knew that behind each blank look Yuugi wore when he conversed with mou hitori no Yuugi it was more than friendly conversation in the mind. They could see his smile, the twinkling in his eyes, the small blush dusting his cheeks, and his head ducking shyly as the two continued to talk. And when the exchange was over, the blush would turn into a light, healthy flush, and Yuugi would look oddly pleased about something...whatever the discussion was. He would fiddle with the metal chain that hung from his neck, caress the Puzzle ever so gently, and give them a vague response (with his cheeks still pink, of course) when they questioned and teased about their closeness and need to constantly seek each other's counsel.
They weren't stupid.
They could see it - it was as plain as daylight - yet Yuugi would vehemently deny all of it when they brought up the topic. He would insist that it was simply impossible to not pay attention to a keen and too curious spirit who spent three millennia in a broken puzzle, especially when every modern object required in-depth explanations. Yuugi would laugh it off, saying mou hitori no Yuugi's utter fascination and endless questions were just too amusing, and as his other half (quite literally, they added amongst themselves when Yuugi zoned out again) he was duty-bound to help him out - simple as that.
They weren't stupid.
They could hear it - Yuugi would sound so much more delighted if the subject of mou hitori no Yuugi was broached, so much more interested and he could go on babbling about his other self at the top of his head forever, something he wouldn't be able to do if he was doing a class presentation (with a script, no less) in front of another thirty pair of eyes. His laugh would be richer, his tone a touch more affectionate, and he would be quick to rush to his defence if someone spoke ill of him. Of course it wasn't really just reserved for him - Yuugi was the one who always protected everyone despite his short stature - but he wouldn't have that underlying fondness in the words while he told the insulter off if it had been about Jounouchi, or Honda, or Anzu, or Ryou...or any of them, for that matter. Just mou hitori no Yuugi.
They weren't stupid.
They could sense it - the most obvious being the slightly possessive grip on the Puzzle; the way his eyes hardened, the way his face tightened, the way his posture stiffened if someone mentioned how valuable it was, or a careless or offhand comment about it being the perfect museum display. Sure Yuugi cared for all of them - even Seto, who would never acknowledge friendship with his rival - but he would always place mou hitori no Yuugi in front of them. As perturbing the thought was at first (placing a spirit's safety before those of the flesh? - surely you haven't gone mad, Yuugi?), they grew accustomed to it. After all, losing half of your soul must be more difficult and painful than damages which could be healed by medicine.
They weren't stupid.
Yuugi still refused to admit it to them - but they knew that he knew, and he knew that they had found out. They would say nothing of it unless Yuugi did so first. They would gladly keep their friend's behaviour safe from prying eyes and eavesdropping ears outside of their group, and let him decide on an opportune time. The least they could do was respect his privacy.
Until then, Yuugi's relationship with mou hitori no Yuugi would always be their secret from the world.
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 616
Authoress Notes: Yeah, Yuugi's friends aren't as clueless as they lead on. ;P