𝓐𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 || 𝐏𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠

𓂀 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 1 𓂀

Best friends are hard to leave

but impossible to forget.

 - Joey Wheeler

꧁ 𓀡 ꧂

Yami stared blankly at a wall that he had seen a million times before now, his chin resting in his palm while he sat on a cold stone throne. The room was deadly silent, the only noise being the slow and steady breaths he took, the whole puzzle was quite like this. Cold, dark, empty, quiet; until Yugi appeared. Now in the room across from him in the golden prison, was Yugi’s room. It was a complete opposite in comparison to Yami’s chamber. It held light, warmth, and a child-like appearance akin to the boy himself. 

He let out a deep chuckle, the sound reverberating off the walls. Yugi hadn’t liked when Yami called him a boy when we first met. His eyebrows down turned and his lips stuck out to a pout as he scoffed out how he wasn’t a boy. ‘I just turned eighteen I'll have you know! And I have a few months till high school is over.’ A smirk rose on Yami’s lips as the Yugi in his memories huffed in frustration - crossing his arms in an act of defiance, but it just made him all the more adorable.

Adorable? He thought, shaking his head. He was the first person he'd seen in over 3,000 years - the sight of any other being besides his shadow would be a relief. He let out a sigh, soon growing tired of staring at the wall and trapped with his thoughts. With a blink of his eye, Yami was in the small aisle of what Yugi said was a plane headed for Cairo, Egypt. 

Yugis' grandfather had spoken of the tomb of a ‘nameless Pharaoh’. It was settled before he finished speaking that they were to visit said tomb. There had been several ties Yami, Yugi, and his friends had made connecting Yami to said nameless Pharaoh. The thought had crossed his mind that they were possibly seeing a mummified corpse, Yami’s possible real body. 

The thought made him shiver but Yugi’s grandfather had assured him that no such body had been found. He looked down at Yugi’s small frame in the aisle seat who slept peacefully. Joey sat in the middle, then Tristan taking the window seat. The two of them were currently in a heated discussion over if there were any ‘hot babes’ as Joey said, in Egypt; they were careful enough to keep to a whisper so as not to wake Yugi. Tea sat across from Yugi in the other aisle seat reading a book with a scandalous photo of a man and woman on the cover.

Yami turned his gaze back to Yugi and bent to see his face in full. One long, yellow bang hung in front of his face - moving softly each time he breathed out. Over the hundreds of times Yami had seen him sleep, it always brought a sense of peace to him. Yami looked out the window, the plane soaring about the sands of Egypt. It felt unreal of how he was so close to returning home, to his people. The sound of it felt weird on his mind, my people. . .

They were traveling to Egypt to find his lost memories, to uncover the truth of his past. What if I was a horrible and cruel Pharaoh? ‘That’s impossible!’ Yugi’s voice chirped through his mind to the previous night when he had shared that same question with him. ‘I know you, Pharaoh, you could never be mean. It’s just not you! If you were a cruel Pharaoh you would have known it, look at Bakura! And the hieroglyphs would have said so too, so don’t you worry about it.’ He then gave a blinding smile, settling his fear for that night. 

“Flight attendants please prepare for landing,” The voice of the pilot boomed over the speakers, startling Yugi from his rest. Yami glared daggers at the cockpit, silently cursing them for waking him. 

“Yami, how long have you been there?” Yugi squeaked. He turned his gaze away from the pilots to him. A slight blush tinted Yugi’s cheeks. Adorable. Yami cleared his throat and straightened. Tea snapped her book behind him, all eyes going to her as she hid the cover from view. Her face was brighter than a radish.