The Clothes Make The Spirit
So Many Frogs, So Few Pharaohs
Reincarnation is making a comeback!
Yugi’s eyes bugged out.
Don’t make me go psycho and Mind-Crush your annoying ass.
He fumed.
I hear voices and they don’t like you.
He growled.
Peter Pan was afraid of heights; that’s why he never grew up. What about you?
The phrase ‘gnashing of teeth’ was an understatement for the hikari’s actions now.
“Aibou, why did you get four of them?” Yami asked worriedly.
“They’re from different people,” Yugi said, scowling.
“All of them?” Yami asked, eyebrows rising into his spiked hair.
“Hai. The first is from Isis, the second from Mokuba and Serenity, the third frarikarik and Malik, and the fourth from Seto and Joey,” Yugi told him.
“Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later,” Yami said sympathetically.
“What?” Yugi asked, voice acidic.
“You haven’t been hit once yet,” Yami pointed out. “Almost everybody else has; most people have even been hit twice, like Isis, Malik and Seto.”
“But you and Bakura are the ones that started t why why are the rest of us catching the fallout?” Yugi demanded.
Yami shrugged. “A Domino City effect?” he offered, eyes smiling.
Yugi huffed and rolled his eyes. “You’re not a very good comedian, Yami; don’t quit your day job.”
“And what might my day job be, Yugi?” Yami asked interestedly.
“Spending time with me, of course,” Yugi said impertinently.
“Spending time or making time?” Yami asked, voice a rumbling purr.
“Ecchi,” Yugi chided.
Shrugging, Yami said, “A dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste, little one.”
“And what are you doing with yours?” Yugi inquired saucily.
“Trying to count the number of ways two people can kiss,” Yami answered.
“How do I love to kiss thee? Let me count the ways…” Yugi paraphrased between giggles.
Yami smirked and pulled his lover into his arms. “How about a practical demonstration of each of them?” he asked, his ardor clear in his voice. “Just so we don’t get them mixed up, of course.”
Yugi grinned. “If you must,” he said long-sufferingly. “But only because it’s you.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Yami whispered, before pressing their lips together gently.
One down, infinity to go.