Just a ..... (Puppyshipping)

Dreams or Memories?

I was at my office for no later then 7. I'm sure I was here before the security guards were most days. I should really fire their asses but then I would have to focus on hiring new people which I am not in the mood for.

It was sent long before 8am approached and the youngest Motou waltz into my office carry my morning coffee. "I hope you choke and die," she laughed slamming it onto the table.

"Love you too," I mocked as she sat opposite me. Her bangs where very similar to Yugi's but her hair was long and a deep chocolate brown.

"You better pay me overtime," She laughed sipping her own drink. She tossed me a small brown. "Blueberry."

"Thanks," I sighed ripping the muffin out of the bag. "So you know how you are the most in tune with your ancient past?"

My tone was modest and you could hear the curiousity in my voice. Emi nearly joked on her drink hearing me ask this question. I am not the type to ask these questions nor believe in Egyptian fairy tales. "It's been 4 years and now you believe in them!" She screamed slamming her drink on the table. "Why now? Why not when the world was in legit danger?"

"I have my reasons," I said not wanting to explain my "dreams" - that's what I'll call them as I don't wish to believe they are memories.

Emi went on to explain that while she and Heba where connected her memories were stronger whereas now she has more dreams that are relevant. She asked Ishizu about it but apparently now the Pharaoh was gone there was nothing to worry about and that they were simply memories manifesting themselves into dreams. "My dream last night was about you when you were pharaoh."

"Did I do anything in particular?"

"We were talking about your wish."

"Wish?"

"Every Pharaoh who owned the puzzle made a wish. My brother asked for friends,
Atem asked for the safety of Egypt and you...."

Emi trailed off at that point. Not wanting to finish. She simply smiled and began pulling out her laptop and note books. In a way I don't think I wanted to know because that would dictate the meaning of my dreams. 
Was the mutt more to me? "Alright then," I sighed picking up my things. "It's only 8 but I am going home."

"What?" Emi screamed as I walked towards the door. "You have a meeting with Domino marketing Ltd."

"You have the notes," I said not really caring for the meeting. "You talk to them."

With that I closed the office door and stormed the the limo. Stupid memo.... DREAMS.