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Thrice Perfection	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1645 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thrice Perfection

response to Relinquished�s
challenge
I don�t own Seto,
Yami, Ryou, or YuGiOh.

~~oOo~~

Yami smiled a
bit, watching the pond. The moonlight reflected from the water gently rippling
in the breeze in a diamond pathway toward eternity, so smooth and solid he could
have climbed to the moon itself with his loves. The trees around the banks
whispered gently to him, telling him that the plan was flawless, tonight would
be the night� Perfect, it told him, and he agreed. The night was
completely perfect. It couldn�t have been a better time, better location, for his
talk with his beloveds�

Assuming they both
showed up, that was. His smile faded a bit, and even the whispered reassurance
of the leaves didn�t help. What if they didn�t? Ryou wouldn�t disappoint him,
he was sure; that wasn�t in the gentle hikari�s nature. Even if Bakura refused to
let him come � which he had better not, not if he knew what was good for him �
he would make sure he knew. He could count on Ryou. Seto, however� He was far
less reliable. What if he fell back into old patterns and refused to have
anything to do with this? He had agreed earlier, true� but he might change his
mind. He was nothing if not honorable, though, despite what Jou and the others
said. He would keep his word and show up.

He hoped. There
was always that chance, though, that something would go wrong with one of them,
and he might never get this chance again�

The warm breeze
caressed his cheek, trying to comfort his racing mind, and he relaxed a little
into its embrace. Of course he could count on them both. They were both curious
� they only knew that he wanted to talk to them. And they wouldn�t disappoint.
Ryou would make his way away from his yami, who would never again be a problem,
and come to him. Seto would overcome his reluctance and nervousness and come to
him. The night would be perfect.

A nightingale sang
its sweet song, and he smiled again. He had absolutely nothing to be worried about;
nothing could go wrong on a night like this. Nothing in the cosmos would dare
spoil this perfection. A cricket agreed with him, lending its support to his cause.
The entire universe had to support his cause� the truest cause that had ever
been or would ever be. True love � the only worthy cause.

A quiet step broke
nature�s stillness, and he turned silently to see a vision bathed in white. Ryou�s
alabaster skin and snowy hair were shining under the moonlight, his eyes pools
of dark soulfulness that gleamed as though he were about to spill tears down
those perfect cheeks. His pale clothes threw the goddess�s rays gently back to
her; Yami had to smile. He looked like an angel, a beautiful light come to grace
him with his presence�

�Yami?� His softly
accented voice floated nervously across the distance between them, delicately
landing in his ears. He had been wrong; Ryou didn�t break the perfect stillness
at all, only added to it.

�Hello Ryou,�
he said with a smile. The wonderful hikari seemed to relax a little just at his
voice, assured that it really was him. �I�m glad you came.�

Ryou smiled shyly
and stepped closer, almost to the edge of the pond with him. �Bakura didn�t
want to let me, but I promised I�d be back soon��

Yami just smiled
a little once more. With any luck, Ryou might never return to Bakura. Not if he
had his way. If he had his way, the other spirit would never have another
chance to be controlling and manipulative towards that beautiful gift the gods
had mistakenly given him.

�Kaiba�s not
here yet?�

�No, not yet.�
His voice sounded confident and sure even to his own ears. Seto wasn�t here yet,
but he would be. �It�s still early, though. He�ll be right on time.� Like Ryou�s,
his voice was hushed, paying its respects to the stillness, only adding another
dimension to it.

They stood in
silence for a few moments. Yami had no clue what esoteric thoughts were running
through his quick mind, but his own kept straying, following his heart back to
the beautiful light at his side. Perfection�

Still staring
out at the water, following the jeweled pathway with his eyes, he finally spoke,
breaking loose from his throat the question he had to have an answer to before he
could go any further.

�Do you love
your yami?�

Ryou seemed to
pause. �Yami?� he asked quietly.

He pressed on.
�Do you love Bakura? I have to know� I won�t go any further if you do. I have
no right to try to part you from someone who makes you happy.� His eyes refused
still to leave the still, dark water� As though looking at the object of his
love would make the answer more real, should it go against him.

�Love�?� Ryou�s
quiet voice pondered the question aloud, and Yami knew that if he looked back
upon his fair form, he would being staring into the water for answers as well. �No�
I don�t love him. I feel very fond of him� I feel like I am sometimes the only
one who understands him� but I don�t love him. I think he wants me to.�

Yami chanced a
glance back at him, and smiled at the very faint shadow that was his blush
under the moonlight. He felt bad for not being about to return his yami�s
feelings; he was the most wondrous creature ever. He even tried to love someone
as bitter and twisted as Bakura�

�It�s all
right,� he told him quietly. �You don�t have to return someone�s feelings. Anyone
would be happy with only your friendship, hikaru. No, more; they would count
themselves lucky.�

Ryou smiled,
slight embarrassment written on his features, and he turned back to the water,
satisfied. Such a perfect soul� He meant every word he said. Even if Ryou
refused him tonight, his hikaru, his shining one, would still bless him with
his friendship, and he would appreciate that blessing every second for the rest
of his second life.

Their separate
contemplations of infinity in the depths of the pond were soon interrupted. This
time, the firm, confident footsteps did break the stillness, uncaringly,
unaware of what they ruined. He smiled a bit, still facing the moonlight. Seto was
here�

�Yami?� The hard
voice demanding his attention belonged to none other. Only one person he knew
could sound so genuinely confident in such a situation�

He turned
around to face him finally, seeing Ryou already looking in the brunet�s direction
in the corner of his eye. He had to smile again. Seto had stopped just short of
the moonlight, in the shadow thrown by the surrounding trees. His dark hair and
clothes were almost invisible, his pale skin only dimly seen. His eyes might as
well not even have been there.

�Hello, Seto,�
he said, his voice matching the other�s in confidence, if not in belligerence. �I
was hoping you wouldn�t change your mind��

�Why? Should I
have?� Yami imagined his eyes flicking toward Ryou; he hadn�t known the other was
going to be here, and was nervous. Because he was nervous, he was being combative
and defensive. When would he learn that his tricks didn�t work on him? He could
read him like a book, and always had�

�No, I don�t
think so. Why don�t you come out here in the light with the rest of us?� He
gestured vaguely around them.

There was a
slight hesitation, unwillingness to do anything that wasn�t his own idea in
such an unfamiliar situation, but he gave in and stepped forward a couple paces,
still determined to keep his distance.

Yami smiled once
again, a secret smile at a private joy. He opposed Ryou in nearly every dimension,
tall where the other was short, shadow where the other was light. His coat
might have been purple, or blue, or black; in the moonlight, it was inky darkness.
His clothes might have matched it, and even if they failed to do so in color,
they did in hue. His dark hair tried to hide his sparkling eyes, and barely
failed. The blue was black as night as he saw it, with a gleam in their depths
that said he wasn�t as dark as he tried to seem.

�What am I
here for?� he demanded. The difference in their greetings amused him. Opposites,
as everything else.

�I only wanted
to talk to you,� he said. �Both of you.� He turned back to the pond again. Ryou
was the light; he was the darkness. It was in their very natures. Seto, though�
he was neither, or perhaps both. Neither yami nor hikari, he was a question
mark. He tried to seem hard, and cold, but Yami thought such might not have
been the case. He often thought he saw a hikari trying to pretend to be a yami,
and fooling almost everyone. Everyone but him.

�Then get on
with it. I have somewhere to be.� What did that steel and ice in his voice
hide? How may layers down would he have to go before he found the real, the vulnerable,
Seto Kaiba?

�I will,� he
said. �In a moment. Isn�t the night perfect?�

He thought he
could hear a scowl in Seto�s silence, but Ryou�s was only calm and patient.

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