Reincarnation ( Yugi Twins × Reader)

☆Little Miss☆

Y/n ended up sleeping all night in the Broadcasting Room with the secret help of Tsukasa. But Tsukasa kept thinking of what could've happened to make her cry like that. Whatever it was, he didn't like it.

While Y/n was dealing with her troubles, Nene was too. She didn't know what to think, rightfully so.

And Hanako; when he had kissed Yashiro to give her a protection charm, he couldn't help but feel this guilt. He felt like he broke something, although that something was more important than anyone thought.

(Y/n POV)

I woke up still in the Broadcasting Room. My thoughts were quite scattered, for I just awoke, and as I tried to get up, I felt a weight holding my waist down; stopping me from completing my action. I looked down behind me and saw Tsukasa curled up against me with his arm across my waist.

I retracted my arm from the blanket I was snuggling with and moved it to Tsukasa's arm. My hand gently went over his, which was by my stomach, then I tried to move his arm but he only tightened his grip, burrowing his head between my shoulder blades; his hair softly rubbed on the skin at the side of my neck.

A quick inhale was taken caused by the action. The feeling of my cheeks heating up confused me. I had only seen Tsukasa once; of which was yesterday.

When we met, I, first off, wasn't in a very good mental state. Even though I had no reason to be in a poor mood and yada yada. I was also not expecting to see him, as I've only heard rumors about him, and, now that I think about it, most of them say not only that he can grant the dead wishes, but as well as not to trust him... oh well. He seems fine. Wasn't he acting strange, though? Like he knew me, like we were friends. I'll worry about it later, in a different life... if I still can.

My eyes were still heavy, crying for more rest. The only current available opportunity to close them was now. So I took it; then I don't have to rest later and can do whatever instead. And since I couldn't move Tsukasa without waking the maniac. I then gave in into an out cold sleep.

(? POV)

"What are you thinking, your majesty?" A masculine voice sounded throughout a dark empty void. Ricasheing off of nearby, invisible objects.

". . .You know what I think, Ajal. I think that destruction is something that has been forgotten for our Little Miss..... we must remind her that peace is a gift to be fought for. It's not a free release." A honey like voice had replied. The female wore a dark blue dress that was floor length with gold lacing along the collar bone, up the sleeves, and reaching up the bottom of the dress. Little white flowers decorated the dress in 'random' spots.

Ajal's stomach tightened. His majesty was not someone to mess with. His sharp, pointed teeth shuttered slightly. Then clenched together tightly. The grayish green suit he was wearing was absent of any trace from the last incident of his lady. He stepped closer to her before speaking again. "What would you wish to do, Miss Lilith?"

Her long, blonde hair that was fish tail braided flipped to the side of her as she faced him with her icy brown gaze. "I'll let her find her footing. Now is the time to guide, my dear, not ruin. She just needs a little push."

"How shall she be reminded of the gift of peace madame?"

"Oh, don't worry. Although Little Miss is in her. . . situation, she is not yet free. She still needs to go through several trials and errors before she will truly know. If she is to succeed in my place, she must learn."

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Two boys stood in a cemetery, fresh (Favorite Flowers) in their hands. Tears filled their eyes as they set them down.