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This may or may not kinda be zombies in a mall fic. I was sort of thinking about that when I wrote this. But whatever it is, it's mostly just a little bit of emo-fluff for 30kisses Prompt #18: "say, ahh..."
[YGO isn't mine, as you should all know by now]
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"Here."
It's a brusque statement. More a growl than anything even remotely like a word, and for a moment Yugi doesn't even react. Staring blankly ahead for a few more moments until Kaiba crouches down within his direct line of vision. Refusing to be ignored, and after a few hazy blinks Yugi finally manages to focus on him, and the almost noxiously coloured sports drink that's being offered. Kaiba grumbling, "You at least need to drink something. It would be better if you'd eat but the last thing we need is you lolling around and suffering from dehydration."
Yugi accepts the bottle without comment. Taking a small sip under Kaiba's watchful gaze, just so the other man has nothing to get on his case about and wishing quietly that he'd go away. Go back to ignoring him.
It's been two days now, and Yugi has the most nauseating feeling in the pit of his stomach that they're not going to get out of this. Not any time soon. Probably not alive. Feeling his usual optimism bleed away with every minute that slowly ticks past. As if every cynical whisper from the few other survivors that are huddled along with them is another stab to his confidence.
...no one is coming...if they were, they'd be here by now...we're going to die here...
Kaiba, of course, doesn't believe. Refuses to accept the idea that anything untoward will happen to him. More a sort of arrogance than a wilful blindness. Bad things may happen to him. Hell, bad things seem to occur on a regular basis around him. But there is nothing, nothing, that Kaiba Seto cannot handle and ultimately come out on top of.
Yugi envies him that.
He can't help but wonder that if his friends were here, if Jounouchi, Anzu, or Honda (hell, even Bakura or Otogi) were at his side if it would be easier to smile brightly and believe that they'd find a way out. They always do, after all. How many insane things have happened over the years with really no ill effects. What's one more?
Except they aren't here. As is becoming more and more frequent, Yugi is off on his own. Running from one public appearance to the next. It more a fluke than anything that Kaiba is nearby as well. One familiar (albeit surly) face in the crowd.
"You know you need to eat eventually, right?"
The statement is sounds so surprisingly concerned that for a moment, all Yugi can do is blink up at him in a shocked sort of silence. Eyes quickly lowering again to study his feet as he mumbles. "I- I know, Kaiba-kun. I'm fine. Thank you." Not even looking up when Kaiba lets out a disgusted growl of, "idiot," before striding away.
Yugi's not certain how much later it is (he thinks he might have slept, but really it still could be anywhere from minutes to hours later, maybe even a day) when Kaiba approaches him again. Growling, "Open up," and as Yugi glances up in confusion, the word, "what?" hovering on his lips, a potato chip is quickly popped into his slightly open mouth. Kaiba smirking to himself in satisfaction even as Yugi nearly chokes in surprise.
"Want another?" Kaiba asks after a moment. Thumb still tracing lightly across Yugi's lower lip in such a way that he's having trouble focusing on anything but. Eyes suddenly drawn to Kaiba's mouth and that smirk and what it might be like to--
"O- okay," he manages to choke out after a minute, getting the strangest sensation that Kaiba might be silently laughing at him somewhere behind that enigmatic expression. Positive of it, even, although at the moment, with that thumb still brushing lightly against his lips, it's hard to care.
"All right. Say ahh..."
Yugi closes his eyes and complies.
[YGO isn't mine, as you should all know by now]
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"Here."
It's a brusque statement. More a growl than anything even remotely like a word, and for a moment Yugi doesn't even react. Staring blankly ahead for a few more moments until Kaiba crouches down within his direct line of vision. Refusing to be ignored, and after a few hazy blinks Yugi finally manages to focus on him, and the almost noxiously coloured sports drink that's being offered. Kaiba grumbling, "You at least need to drink something. It would be better if you'd eat but the last thing we need is you lolling around and suffering from dehydration."
Yugi accepts the bottle without comment. Taking a small sip under Kaiba's watchful gaze, just so the other man has nothing to get on his case about and wishing quietly that he'd go away. Go back to ignoring him.
It's been two days now, and Yugi has the most nauseating feeling in the pit of his stomach that they're not going to get out of this. Not any time soon. Probably not alive. Feeling his usual optimism bleed away with every minute that slowly ticks past. As if every cynical whisper from the few other survivors that are huddled along with them is another stab to his confidence.
...no one is coming...if they were, they'd be here by now...we're going to die here...
Kaiba, of course, doesn't believe. Refuses to accept the idea that anything untoward will happen to him. More a sort of arrogance than a wilful blindness. Bad things may happen to him. Hell, bad things seem to occur on a regular basis around him. But there is nothing, nothing, that Kaiba Seto cannot handle and ultimately come out on top of.
Yugi envies him that.
He can't help but wonder that if his friends were here, if Jounouchi, Anzu, or Honda (hell, even Bakura or Otogi) were at his side if it would be easier to smile brightly and believe that they'd find a way out. They always do, after all. How many insane things have happened over the years with really no ill effects. What's one more?
Except they aren't here. As is becoming more and more frequent, Yugi is off on his own. Running from one public appearance to the next. It more a fluke than anything that Kaiba is nearby as well. One familiar (albeit surly) face in the crowd.
"You know you need to eat eventually, right?"
The statement is sounds so surprisingly concerned that for a moment, all Yugi can do is blink up at him in a shocked sort of silence. Eyes quickly lowering again to study his feet as he mumbles. "I- I know, Kaiba-kun. I'm fine. Thank you." Not even looking up when Kaiba lets out a disgusted growl of, "idiot," before striding away.
Yugi's not certain how much later it is (he thinks he might have slept, but really it still could be anywhere from minutes to hours later, maybe even a day) when Kaiba approaches him again. Growling, "Open up," and as Yugi glances up in confusion, the word, "what?" hovering on his lips, a potato chip is quickly popped into his slightly open mouth. Kaiba smirking to himself in satisfaction even as Yugi nearly chokes in surprise.
"Want another?" Kaiba asks after a moment. Thumb still tracing lightly across Yugi's lower lip in such a way that he's having trouble focusing on anything but. Eyes suddenly drawn to Kaiba's mouth and that smirk and what it might be like to--
"O- okay," he manages to choke out after a minute, getting the strangest sensation that Kaiba might be silently laughing at him somewhere behind that enigmatic expression. Positive of it, even, although at the moment, with that thumb still brushing lightly against his lips, it's hard to care.
"All right. Say ahh..."
Yugi closes his eyes and complies.