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Let me be with you	By : PixieDust291 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1709 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter eighteen

By Pixiedust291

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                Yami checked his watch, before he looked out the limousine window. Why Atem had insisted on him being picked up at the airport and riding in the limo, he did not know. He sighed, and gazed at all the passing lighted buildings in the darkness. It had been two years since he had seen Japan. After graduating from college, Yami had moved to live in America. The city just held no excitement for him anymore. It was through a sheer stroke of luck that his cousin lived in Omaha, Nebraska, which was home to one of the greatest zoos in the U.S.—the Henry Doorly Zoo. Yami had applied, and was accepted into the zoo’s training course almost immediately. The downside was that he had had to learn English, but his cousin had helped him out in that department. After Yami had finished the training period, he had gradually worked his way up from cleaning boy to animal handler and assistant vet. He was now in charge of the two red pandas, Yin and Yang. Also, after he had fully begun to work as an actual zoo handler, he had put a down payment on a house. Yami smiled to himself. How distant everything in the past had become, his college days with Jonouchi, and his work at Mai’s café. Yet, his memories of Yugi were still vivid and clear in his mind. He tried now to think about them, but it never worked.

After Yugi had passed away, life had nearly been meaningless for him. Only his studies, and his dream of becoming a veteranarian, had managed to keep him going. Even to this day, Yami still missed Yugi, and thought about him always. Even after two whole years, his heart was still constant. Of course, he had had offers, both from girls and other guys, but he had always kindly turned them down. No one, no matter how beautiful or handsome, could possibly take the place of the boy. He saposed he was like a wolf. Once he had found his mate their was simply no other for him. Yami found it kind of a comfort that, even now that he was almost twenty five years old, he still felt the same as he had when he was younger. He leaned forwards, and tapped the window. “Driver? How long will it be until we reach the festival?”

                “Only a few minutes, sir,” was the answer.

                Yami sighed, and leaned back, taking the letter out of his pocket. He had come to Japan because Atem had sent him a letter saying that he really wanted to see him, and that this year’s spring festival to welcome the cherry blossoms was coming up very soon. Yami had been looking for a chance to visit Japan and the others anyway. Atem’s letter had just pushed him a little further. And now, here he was in a limo, driving to the festival where he hoped he would find anyone he knew in the crowds. Yami looked down at the bottom of the letter. The last thing Atem had written was still very cryptic to him.

Be sure to see the oldest sakura tree. It’s the biggest, and blooms only white sakura. We’ve gone through a lot of trouble to have it blocked off so you could see it all by yourself, so you better enjoy yourself.

                Why Atem had done that, Yami could not figure out. Why was it so urgent that he go there?

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                Yami was a little self-conscious that he seemed to be the only man walking around in jeans and a black t-shirt with a lab coat, whereas everyone else was wearing a yukata. But all that vanished when he looked up ahead and saw Ryou waving to him. He grinned, and wlaked over to him. “Ryou!” Yami beamed, as he embraced the other man and patted him on the back. “How are you?”

                “I’m all right.” Ryou laughed happily. The man was wearing a light blue kimono with a dark blue sash. His shoulder-length white hair had grown, and now reached the small of his back. Her face had also matured, and now he had the eyes and features of a more rugged mane. Though to Yami he still looked a little afemanite.

At that moment, Marik ran up and wraped an arm around Ryou’s shoulder as he cheered. “Yami!” The man’s sandy hair was still as long as ever, but now it was tied back in a ponytail, and he was wearing a dark blue business suit. Yami looked between them and smirked. He raised a brow at Ryou who nodded kindly. “It’s been too long, Yami. How have you been?”

                “Yeah,” Yami agreed, “Life isn’t bad. I live in America now. I’m a veterinarian there.”

                “That’s wonderful.” Ryou smiled as they walked.

Marik turned, and gestured for Yami to follow. “Come, there are some other people who also want to meet you.”

                “Other people? Who?” Yami didn’t have to wait long, for he was soon led to the sakura forest, where he saw Yusai and Atem sitting on a pink fold-out blanket under one of the trees, pink blossoms raining down on them. Both were dressed in kimonos—Yusai in dark green, and Atem in pale red. Atem was staring up at the blossoms with a content expression on his face, whereas Yusai, sitting next to him, was reading a book.

                Atem was the first to notice them, and smiled cheerfully. “Why, Yami, it’s been a while.”

                “Yeah, what are you guys doing here?” Yami asked.

                “Completing my latest experiment,” Yusai said, without looking up from his book. He flipped a page without so much as a blink.

                Yami looked to Atem for extrapolation “He means we’re watching the blossoms of the new year,” Atem laughed, a twinkle in his eye.Yami didn’t know exactly what was going on, but he did notice the delighted smile that passed between Atem and Ryou.

“Yami, would you like to go see the old sakura tree now?” Marik asked. Yami nodded. Anything to get away from the weirdness of the situation at hand. He followed Marik down the path, and passed by the security. When they were only one or two yards away from the tree, Marik stopped. “You go on ahead. I’ve already seen the tree today,” Marik explained, as he began walking in the other direction.

                “Wait. My, everyone sure is acting strange?” He shrugged “Or maybe it’s just I haven’t seen them in awhile. He looking around him now, no one was there. He tapped his foot on the ground, and looked up at the night sky, squinting to see the stars. He then turned to look behind him, and walked to the sakura tree. Indeed, it was blooming. Its white blossoms drifted on the wind, and seemed to dance to some unknown melody. The air was crisp and cool around him. Just off in the distance, Yami could hear music playing, and he could smell the roasting food. Yami inhaled, and laughed as a blossom fell on his nose. This place, though quiet as it was at the moment, was truly magical. Perhaps this was why Atem had reserved it for only him. He closed his eyes, and tuned his ears into the music, as he began to hum along with it.

                “I can see you haven’t changed much,” came a voice from the darkness.

                Yami snapped awake, and gazed around him. No one. “Who said that?” Yami called out, a little angry at whoever had interrupted his happy moment. But from behind the tree came a very familiar face. He was a little older, to Yami he looked around eighteen to twenty, and his hair was a little longer in the back, but Yugi looked pretty much the same as before. He wore a dark blue kimono, with white kittens as a border around the hem, and a black sash. White and pink rounded triangular metal ears were on either side of his head. Yami gazed at him as if he were a ghost. Neither of them said a thing for the longest time, both just staring at each other.

Yugi coughed. “You’re probably wondering how I’m alive. Well, I didn’t plan it, but after our last moment together, Yusai uploaded all my memory data into his computers, and- to make a long story short- he created another me.”

                Yami gulped, not really knowing what to say or do. “Did he? How?”

                “Well…” Yugi fingered his ears. “As you can see, I’m technically a persocom. But I can feel and age, just like a human. I’m like Atem, but I’m not like Atem, because he’s more human than machine, and I’m the opposite.”

                “Do you… remember everything?”

                Yugi’s face became solemn. “Yes, even my memories before Industrial Illusions.”

                “And… after?” Yami choked out.

                Yugi lifted his head, his eyes full of hurt. “Do you honestly think I could forget those memories?”

                “No, I just… wanted to make sure,” Yami coughed. Another long silence followed. Both of them seemed in be deep in their own minds, running through the situation in different ways.

                “Yami,” Yugi finally spoke.

                “Yes?”

                “You… How are you?”

                “…Is that seriously all you have to say? Come on, Yugi, I know you better than that, so don’t play with me.”

                Yugi seemed to flinch at his words, and grow angry. “Play? You think this is a game to me? Yami, I don’t know what to do! First, I die, and we part ways, and now we’re back together after two long years!”

                “I know, so why don’t you say what’s really on your mind?” Yami stated flatly.

                Yugi gasped, and looked down at the ground “Did you miss me?”

                “Every goddamn day,” Yami whipsered, completely earnest.

                Yugi’ face rose from the ground slowly. His violet eyes were gazing at Yami with growing joy. “Did you… ever think of me?”

                “Every day,” Yami answered.

                Tears began rolling down Yugi’s cheeks. “Do you… still like me?”

                “…No.” Yami shook his head as he walked forward, cupping Yugi’s face in his hands. “I love you. I adore you. I am still yours, and will forever be yours.” Tears fell freely down Yugi’ face, his cheeks turning bright red as Yami embraced him and their lips touched after what seemed like an eternity apart. When they parted for air, Yami kissed Yugi’s forehead.

“Now I see why Atem reserved this spot,” he thought to himself, as he tilted Yugi’ face up so that they were staring into each other’s eyes. He lifted Yugi into his arms and pushed him up against the tree.

:Additional Notes:

Sakura - The Japanese word for cherry blossom

Yukata - A light cotton kimono used usually in the summer

Kimono - A loose, floor-length, Japanese garment for both men and women
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