[fic] Theme 018 "Food Colouring", for 100_wangsts {遊☆戯☆王: Yami/Yuugi; PG}
So why did I choose today to update? No, it's not just that I have three doctor's appointments today, tomorrow, and Monday; it's White Day! Happy White Day guys...even though it's practically over in Japan, heh. Stupid time zone differences. (...that was totally my Japanese-wannabe personality speaking, haha.)
Written for 100_wangsts. This is theme 018.
Genre: Fluff/Humour
Rating: PG
Pairings: Yami/Yuugi
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: He knew Yuugi liked blue, but he thought it a bit ridiculous when he walked into the kitchen one day.
Disclaimer: Yuugiou is not mine, nor the fabulous creation that is the candy used in this.
Spoilers: Post-series where Yami has a body. Surprise, surprise.
Warnings: Um...not much. A random plot-bunny hit when my mom brought home the sample from Costco.
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“Aibou?”
Upon not getting a response, Yami walked closer to the kitchen table, where sheets, textbooks, notebooks, and writing instruments lay scattered around a very concentrated-looking Yuugi. Said young adult was currently scribbling madly, letters (not Japanese characters, Yami knew that much for sure) covering more and more lines with each passing second. And he was sucking on his hand.
...Which was really odd, considering Yuugi was one of the most hygienic people he knew.
Granted, his circle of friends didn’t extend further than Yuugi’s group, but that wasn’t the point.
“Aibou?” He tried again.
Yuugi paused in his writing, and Yami was about to feel relieved and giddy that his partner was finally going to pay attention to him, but all the younger did was scowl in frustration, crumple up the piece of paper, throw it perfectly into the garbage can a few feet away, and mutter, “And I was so close to finishing it...”
Now Yami was beginning to grow confused and scared. He was sure his body was solid and physical, not a floating spirit anymore. But even when he was a mere spirit, Yuugi had been acutely tuned to his presence more than anything. So why...?
“Did you want something, mou hitori no boku?”
He blinked. Yuugi blinked. And they both blinked again, at the same time.
Whatever Yami had originally intended to say, the words died as soon as he got a good look at the other’s face.
“Aibou, your lips-”
It was winter. It was cold outside. The heater was on full-blast inside since Yami couldn’t tolerate the ‘arctic conditions’ (as he dubbed the season). It should be warm enough...
“Why are your lips blue?”
Yuugi unconsciously licked his dry and sugar-coated lips, and Yami averted his gaze.
They sure are shiny with all that saliva...Whoa, wait, what the hell am I thinking?!
“That was probably the candy I was having when I was doing my homework.” He glared at the textbook in front of him. Yami caught himself staring at how adorable his partner looked...really, the glare was harmless.
“Candy?” Yami repeated, puzzled. “But the only thing I’ve seen you do since I stepped into the kitchen, besides writing, is sucking-” He went cross-eyed in an attempt to bring the object into focus that was suddenly thrust into his field of vision.
Oh.
“This, mou hitori no boku, is a RingPop.” Yuugi waved it around dramatically. “A confection targeted at kids younger than me, but you know me, I have a sweet tooth. Their advertising almost always works on me.”
“But blue?”
He shrugged. “I like it. And the flavour works with it.”
“No, I mean...why is it blue and not some normal looking colour?”
“It gets pretty boring if it’s red or green all the time...classic flavours of cherry and apple. Besides, they make food colouring for a reason. Wouldn’t you want some colour in your life?”
Yami considered the question.
At seeing his nod of affirmation, Yuugi grinned and slid out of his seat. Curious, Yami’s eyes followed his partner’s lithe form rush to the cupboard and pull out a box.
Doubly curious, he peered into it.
Then drew back, back-pedalling towards the door.
“Mou hitori no boku,” Yuugi wheedled. “You have to try one!”
“I think I’ll pass on that, aibou,” Yami said feebly. Not the eyes, please not the eyes, don’t look, not the eyes... Dammit, why did I look?
Yuugi was chattering excitedly again. “...and make sure you finish it! You won’t get the full satisfaction until every last bit is gone!”
“...Yes, aibou, of course.”
Having thought he successfully converted another into the wonderful world of sweets, Yuugi bounced back to his seat and pulled out a fresh sheet of line paper, looking much less disgruntled. The sugar rush was settling in.
Yami looked at the innocent candy in his hands dubiously. Yuugi was scribbling busily again, not paying attention to him. If he could be noiseless enough...
“Mou hitori no boku!”
He cringed, withdrew his hand hastily from the cupboard handle, and managed a sheepish smile at the glare on Yuugi’s face.
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 689
Authoress Notes: Tada! Hope that was fluffy enough.