When Mokuba pulled away, he tugged at Yuugi's sleeve, which gave him the signal to back away, too.
Still...
The sight of him like this twisted Yuugi's heart in knots, over and over and over again as this dragon sat curled into himself with his tail tucked in tight and his beautiful eyes averted. His shoulders carried so much, and yet for so long, he soared high above the world with his head held high.
But then he touched heaven, tasted eternity, and hit the earth with such force that even he needed to repair his wings before he could fly again.
If Seto realized that Yuugi found something wrong in his countenance, perhaps he'd be inclined to agree.
It wasn't for the reason he thought.
No man should ever look like this. No man should ever be so broken, so alone.
Why did Yuugi want to wrap his arms around him again? Why did he want to touch his broken wings, mend them, and then keep him close to his chest? If it meant that he could never have that look again, he'd take all of that pain into himself in an instant.
After all: the Seto Kaiba that was before him now -- the Seto Kaiba that he knew at Battle City, even, at Duelist Kingdom -- was not the same man that he met all those years ago.
He was a companion.
An ally.
A friend.
Someone he...
Cared about.
Yeah. He cared about him. Why else would he always reach out his hand into the darkness, hoping that he'd feel those long fingers grasp his?
A lost man lying prone in a hospital bed.
A broken man standing on the edge of a castle wall.
A lonely man standing before him in the rain.
A grounded dragon crumpled up in a hospital room.
"Kaiba..."
Yuugi wet his lips. Tried to find his words.
(Mokuba peered into Yuugi's face. Did he realize how soft he looked? Did he realize how he was looking at his brother right now?)
He opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Glanced towards the handmade box in the corner with...that prototype in it.
"Are...you awake enough...to try playing a game?"
A distraction. Something to silence the noise that buzzed in his head and the rapid beating of his heart. Something to cool the heat in his face.
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Still...
The sight of him like this twisted Yuugi's heart in knots, over and over and over again as this dragon sat curled into himself with his tail tucked in tight and his beautiful eyes averted. His shoulders carried so much, and yet for so long, he soared high above the world with his head held high.
But then he touched heaven, tasted eternity, and hit the earth with such force that even he needed to repair his wings before he could fly again.
If Seto realized that Yuugi found something wrong in his countenance, perhaps he'd be inclined to agree.
It wasn't for the reason he thought.
No man should ever look like this. No man should ever be so broken, so alone.
Why did Yuugi want to wrap his arms around him again? Why did he want to touch his broken wings, mend them, and then keep him close to his chest? If it meant that he could never have that look again, he'd take all of that pain into himself in an instant.
After all: the Seto Kaiba that was before him now -- the Seto Kaiba that he knew at Battle City, even, at Duelist Kingdom -- was not the same man that he met all those years ago.
He was a companion.
An ally.
A friend.
Someone he...
Cared about.
Yeah. He cared about him. Why else would he always reach out his hand into the darkness, hoping that he'd feel those long fingers grasp his?
A lost man lying prone in a hospital bed.
A broken man standing on the edge of a castle wall.
A lonely man standing before him in the rain.
A grounded dragon crumpled up in a hospital room.
"Kaiba..."
Yuugi wet his lips. Tried to find his words.
(Mokuba peered into Yuugi's face. Did he realize how soft he looked? Did he realize how he was looking at his brother right now?)
He opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Glanced towards the handmade box in the corner with...that prototype in it.
"Are...you awake enough...to try playing a game?"
A distraction. Something to silence the noise that buzzed in his head and the rapid beating of his heart. Something to cool the heat in his face.