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The Art of Emotion	By : blazingskies Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1383 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Art of Emotion
- 2-Art of Emotion Ch2
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- 2
The Art of Emotion

Author's Notes: This is all
Lucidscreamer and SkyTV's fault. Like I really needed another voice in my
headspace...

It was rare that Yami bothered to pay attention to what his
Hikari was doing during an average school day - unless there was a Duel in the
offering, of course. Most of the time, he found the subjects in class were
either incomprehensible to him, or simply boring. It was an opinion his light
occasionally shared - particularly when it came to subjects like Algebra.
Today, however, he had felt a rare excitement in the
fast-flowing current of Yugi's bubbling emotions. He was always careful to keep
track of how his aibou was feeling, even when he was in the depths of his soul
room, effectively cut off from the real world, he could always feel the
constant sparkle of his other half. So, intrigued by Yugi's excitement, Yami
surfaced briefly, and after checking that this was neither a duel nor an
indication of danger, his curiosity took over, and he sent a silent question
over their bond.
//It's nothing to worry about, Yami.//
Yugi had cheerfully replied, //I'll show you when we get home//
Several hours later, they had arrived back in Yugi's room
above the Kame Game Shop.
"What is this, Aibou?" Yami asked curiously,
peering through Yugi's eyes at the thick, crackling paper Yugi had just mounted
on the large easel he had set up in his room. Yugi ducked his head slightly,
feeling colour mount up his pale cheeks,

"It's for art class, Yami. The Art History assignment.
We have to draw a picture in a historical style..." He trailed off.

Taking a brief liberty, Yami reached out with his partner's hands and touched
the paper, feeling the familiar texture under his fingers.

"Papyrus..." He exclaimed softly, "You chose the Egyptian style,
aibou?"

Yugi blushed even harder,

"Yeah," He said softly.

Yami smiled, "You honour me, my light. What is it you are going to
draw?"

Yugi shifted, his face flaming. He took a deep breath.

"You." He said as he began to take the books
he was using for reference out of his bag, piling them on the desk and bed,
opening them to useful pictures. Some of them were art books, some Grandpa's
Egyptology books...and there was one photocopied picture of the tablet from the
Museum - the tablet of the Nameless Pharaoh. Yugi didn't let his gaze linger on
the image of that tablet, though he could feel his other half's surprise -
well, it was the only picture of Yami that was available. �
Carefully laying out his drawing materials, he looked
carefully at the vivid pictures in his Grandfather's books, taking in the
stylised way all the figures were represented;
The face was always in profile, both shoulders were in view,
as were both feet, it should have looked awkward and wrong, but somehow it
didn't. It looked graceful, elegant...beautiful - much like the person he was
about to draw, in fact. Yugi reached for his pencil to begin sketching in an
outline.
"It would be more accurate, aibou, if you were to use
the charcoal for the outline." Yami interrupted his concentration. Yugi looked
up, realising the spirit had detached himself and now
hovered in front of the easel. Yugi looked quizzical, but picked up the
charcoal anyway.
"Apprentice scribes used to use charred sticks to write
with, that way it was easier to rub out their mistakes." Yami explained
with a smile.
"That make's sense," Yugi nodded and hesitantly
began putting charcoal to papyrus, "So, you do remember some of your life
in Egypt?" He asked, stealing occasional glances at the semi-transparent
form of his other half to try and get the picture right, and admiring how Yami
didn't seem at all concerned to be a subject of a painting, in fact, he seemed
to be almost enjoying it, even through he currently had a thoughtful expression
on his face.
"Not much," Yami said at last, "It's like
remembering a dream. All that remains are impressions, vague images,
feelings...nothing more." He sighed.
Yugi looked at him, seeing the sadness in those glittering
garnet eyes. He turned back to his picture and said softly,
"I understand." He began, "My...my memories
of my Dad are like that." Yugi gripped the charcoal a little tighter,
though careful not to break the delicate rod. He had never spoken of his father
with anyone - not even Joey.
Yami felt the wave of sadness, regret and loss from his
Hikari, feelings so much like the ones he had for his lost kingdom, and
sympathy flowed easily.
"I am sorry." Yami said simply, sincerely, his
soft, deep voice almost caressing the words. Yugi straightened slightly,
"It's ok...it was a long time ago...but I wish I could
remember more about him."
Yami considered that, and realised he wanted to know more,
he wanted to know everything about his aibou, "What do you remember,
Yugi?"
Yugi paused for a moment in his drawing and his eyes went
slightly distant for a moment,
"I remember the smell of his aftershave, the sound of
his voice singing me to sleep...and I remember him holding me when I couldn't
sleep..."

A flash of memory came to him then, a sudden vivid image of
himself curled up in the warmth of his father's arms, sobbing in terror after a
terrible nightmare, his Dad's gentle voice singing a soothing lullaby, trying
to lull him back towards sleep...sleep that held such terrible images of
silent, unending blackness, violent, freezing loneliness that yearned towards a
light that would never come...Yugi cried harder.
From out in the hallway, low voices exchanged an urgent
conversation,
"This can't go on. He's barely sleeping at all, it isn't good for his development..." His mother
whispered worriedly,
"I know," His Grandfather replied just as quietly,
"But the doctor doesn't know what else to do. He's too young to be given
drugs..."
�I know, father�but there has to be something else we can
do.� His mother said in quiet desperation.

�What are you suggesting?�

�Well�� the words trailed away as Yugi fought against sleep that had again come
to claim him�

The stick of charcoal broke in Yugi�s sudden tight grip, his amethyst eyes wide
and distant. Yami frantically waved a semi-transparent hand in front of his partner�s
face.

�Yugi! Aibou, answer me! Yugi!� There was no response, Yugi seemed lost in a dream. Frantically, Yami
tried calling him through the soul-link.

//YUGI!//

Finally, blessedly, Yugi snapped out of his trance and turned his bewildered
violet gaze on Yami�s concerned face.

�I saw him�� Yugi murmured, tears threatening to spill over onto his pale
cheeks, �I could never remember�but I saw him.� Yugi�s eyes finally seemed to
regain some of their focus, �I was dreaming�dreaming of shadows.�

Yami reached out to touch�s Yugi�s face, caressing it gently. Yugi leaned into
that phantom touch, seeking comfort from his darkness.

But that tender touch was interrupted by Solomon�s voice calling out that
dinner was ready.

Yami cupped Yugi�s soft face in one insubstantial hand.

�We will talk later, aibou.� He murmured, Yugi nodded his acknowledgement and
Yami vanished back into his soul room, leaving only a faint sense of a chill in
the air.

Yugi took several deep breaths to calm himself before
he wandered down to the kitchen

End of Chapter One
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