Disclaimer: Plain and simple. I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

A/N: Okay, I know, quick update. But at least I have two of my three projects done! Now, this is my attempt at humor. There is nothing deep or serious about it at all. The only prior knowledge you need is that of Yami's addiction to orange popsicles. If you understand that, then the rest will flow easily.

Have a laugh on me!

Yuugi sat, straddling the beach chair he had brought with him to the park that afternoon. The poor chair had seen better days; its colors were dull and faded from its hours in the sun, and the plastic it was made of sagged and squeaked while it supported Yuugi's weight. It had been the young man's faithful companion on numerous outings, aiding in passing the time on lazy afternoons in quiet, colorful comfort. But today, its purpose was quite different.

It wasn't used to being sat on in such an inappropriate manner. And in the middle of winter! It was just undignified for a beach chair to be seen in such a setting.

The wind seemed to pick up on the bad mood of the poor beach chair that was out of its element, whistling and groaning as it tore through the park and circled everything in its path. It made sure to deliver the chill of the ocean underneath the long coats and thick scarves that covered the people, whipping off in a huff as it was ignored for the glorious truth that today was the first day in weeks that there was no snow on the ground.

Yuugi shivered against the wind, rubbing his hands together briskly to generate heat in the hopes that it would be captured by the caramel colored gloves he wore. His smile persevered against the chattering of his teeth, and his blue-violet eyes glistened with the intensity of his gaze as he kept his full attention on his Subject. The Subject, as Yuugi so cleverly mocked him, wore an outfit that contrasted his own – a caramel colored trenchcoat with a long, black scarf that reached to his waist even though it was doubled around his neck. His black gloves appeared to be more of a hindrance than an aid, a fact that Yuugi very much enjoyed.

Watching his Subject doing what most considered normal was always fun, especially when one considered that normal was abnormal for the Subject.

Yuugi's grin widened, exposing a gleam of his white teeth.

The sound of a disgruntled man fought its way over the howl of the wind and to Yuugi. The grumbling grew in irritation – both at the weather and the complete failure of his green jacket to keep out the cold – before culminating in a giant sigh.

"You always know how to make an entrance, Jou," Yuugi chuckled through his chattering teeth.

Jou bowed in recognition of his talents.

"Primadonna," Yuugi muttered before dodging the retaliating slap. Jou, having resulted to the use of both hands to exact his retribution, was finally able to land a blow on Yuugi's shoulder. But he was unable to turn his friend's gaze from his Subject.

"Whatcha doing out here in this miserable weather?" Jou asked as he leaned down next to Yuugi, settling on his knees.

Yuugi pointed his finger across the way, towards the sand box that had been added for the smaller children, before resting his elbow on top of Jou's head. It actually helped to keep some of the unruly blonde hair in place, but he and Yuugi both looked like the poster boys for 'Wigs Gone Terribly Wrong.'

Jou looked over at the Subject, pointedly ignoring the arm on his head. After several moments of quiet observation, he made his announcement.

"It's freezing out here."

Yuugi chuckled as his Subject was attacked by several smaller subjects, their great number proving sufficient as the Subject stumbled and fell onto his back, being effectively mauled. Then, and only once the Subject's defeat became certain, did he reply.

"Huh?"

"I said it's cold, Yug," Jou grumbled, shaking the arm off his head. "Geeze, can't you concentrate on anything when he's-?"

"Ha! He just got clobbered by a toddler!" Yuugi nearly fell out of his chair with the force of his laughter, and actually managed to hit Jou with a flailing hand on his way down.

Whether that had been intentional or not remained a subject of debate for months.

"Heh... that was pretty good," Jou agreed, a little amazed at Yuugi's ability to laugh that hard and for that long without passing out. Jou looked back at the Subject, who had been able to reclaim his upright position and was now chasing the smaller subjects around the sand box. "I can't believe I'm seeing this."

Yuugi scoffed. "You know, if people would just try to get to know him better, they'd see that he isn't some giant ogre out to pillage and maim."

Jou blinked at his friend, sporting one of the blankest looks in his arsenal.

"What?" Jou asked.

"... what?" Yuugi said slowly, feeling his mind succumb to the numbing ice of utter confusion.

"What are you talking about?" Jou repeated.

Yuugi blinked.

"What are you talking about, Jou?"

"The fact that you and he are dressed alike," Jou said, his tone radiating the well known feeling of 'duh!'. "Why? What are you talking about?"

"..." Yuugi ducked his head away from Jou in a futile attempt to hide his embarrassment. If asked, he was well prepared to blame the redness of his cheeks on the chilly wind that made both him and Jou shake like Jell-O. It was time for a distraction.

"So we're dressed alike, huh?"

"Obviously, Yug," Jou sighed. "I didn't think Yami would be caught dead wearing anything that looked like anything that anyone else was wearing at any time." There was a moment of silence. "Why are you making that face?"

"I'm just trying to understand that sentence of yours. You didn't leave any signs for me to follow," Yuugi said.

"Ain't you a riot," Jou jeered while Yuugi untwisted his features and chuckled. He settled himself fully onto the grass and stuck his legs out in front of him, knocking his shoes together in an idle attempt to wake up his legs. Laughing outright when a gust of wind made Yuugi shiver so hard he fell out of his chair, Jou let his gaze drift back to the Subject, who now appeared to be engaged in the important task of detaching four of the smaller subjects from his legs.

"So how did all this get started?" Jou inquired.

Yuugi clawed his way back into his beach chair, taking the time to straighten his black coat and arrange his hair just so before answering. "You see that kid over there?" he asked, pointing to a little blonde girl who was clutching a yellow plastic shovel as though it were her scepter.

"Yeah," Jou nodded.

"She insulted Yami's popsicle."

Jou's expression froze in horror.

Yuugi calmly adjusted his gloves.

Jou gaped.

Yuugi rearranged the scarf around his neck.

In all honesty, what more needed to be said?

"Oh... man," Jou breathed, awed by the girl's bravery.

"Yep," Yuugi agreed.

"How?!"

Yuugi raised an eyebrow curiously, eyeing Jou with a side glance. Deciding to ignore Jou's overly interested tone, he allowed his own amusement to show through with a wide grin and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "She declared that orange is an icky flavor." He snickered.

"Woooooo!"

"Mm-hmm."

Jou looked back over to the little heroine, who now found herself in Yami's thorough grip, squealing in delight as the other children climbed on the grinning Yami in an attempt to rescue her.

"Think she's too young for me?"

"Don't be crude, Jou," Yuugi scolded. "Besides... I have dibs."

Jou flashed a lop-sided grin before bundling his ineffective jacket closer to himself. Yuugi finally grew tired of straddling his chair and stood, carefully lifting it, carefully turning it around, carefully making sure to whack Jou in the shoulder before setting the chair down and settling back in. Jou whacked Yuugi's leg in return, but Yuugi ignored him as he reached down and grabbed a large styrafoam cup.

Blinking in surprise at the cup's sudden appearance, Jou found himself taken with the image of Yuugi slowly removing the lid, licking his lips in anticipation while brushing a wild strand of hair behind his ear. Damn, his friend could be sexy doing the most mundane of things! He was just about to ask where Yuugi had been hiding the cup when a shadow suddenly darkened his world.

"That is my hot chocolate."

Yuugi paused, his lips having just come in contact with the cup when Yami suddenly appeared and announced his ownership. It had actually been more of a whine, but such technicalities were usually ignored in regards to Yami. Moving quickly to silence the question that was making Jou dance in his seat, Yuugi shot out his hand and clamped it over his friend's mouth before dealing with the issue of hot chocolate.

"Can't I even have a sip, Yami?" Yuugi asked, giving his most pointed 'is-this-really-worth-an-argument?' look.

Unfortunately for him, Yami was immune to such tactics.

"Did you defend my popsicle?" Yami asked.

Yuugi's face reddened to a degree that prevented him from blaming his flush on the cold wind. He fidgeted as Yami watched him, the hint of accusation in those beautiful-yet-deadly eyes freezing his mind solid.

"I... uh..." Yuugi struggled, trying to form some sort of defense. Darn Yami and his ability to turn his mind into mush! One of these days he was going to have to learn how to resist that smoldering gaze.

He decided to give it a shot.

"I didn't think you'd need hel-help..." His voice trailed off as Yami raised an indignant eyebrow, which was usually a prelude to something far less innocent than the acquisition of a cup of hot chocolate. Yuugi let himself indulge in that thought for a moment before clawing his way back from his imagination.

"I didn't encourage her," Yuugi tried not to mumble. Judging by Jou's pointed cupping of his ear, puzzled expression, and his leaning over directly in front of Yuugi's face, made it pretty clear to him that he had not succeeded.

Sadly, for Yuugi, Yami had very good hearing. It may have been selectively good – he was conveniently deaf every time Yuugi asked him to take out the trash – but when it came to his popsicles, or any topic related there to, Yami could hear a needle drop in the bottom of a chasm.

In a moment of fear-induced bravado, Yuugi glared defiantly at Yami as he tilted the cup and guided the chocolaty liquid towards his lips.

Yami tilted his head to the side, slightly.

Yuugi instantly forgot what he was doing.

Jou turned blue from his laughter, rolling on the ground while clutching his sides.

"That is true, aibou," Yami said smoothly, gliding forward in such a manner as to seduce all of Yuugi's potentially rebellious senses. He bent slowly at his waist, leaned down until he was level with Yuugi's 'deer-caught-in-headlights' stare, and reached out for his cup. "You also did not discourage the attack."

Yuugi shivered at the purr in Yami's tone, arguing with himself the entire time at how pathetically easy it was for Yami to seduce him like this.

"So – no hot chocolate for me, then, huh?" Yuugi relented.

He could have socked Yami for the triumphant grin on his face.

"No hot chocolate for you," Yami agreed. He straightened his stance and took a healthy swig of his prize before turning and running back to the children eagerly awaiting him.

Several tense moments followed Yami's departure, consisting of Yuugi scowling at his clasped hands and shooting glares at Jou, who had yet to stop his boisterous and incessant laughter.

"That-! That was beautiful!" Jou cheered, finally able to settle himself so he could sit still and upright again. He draped himself over the arm of Yuugi's chair, chuckling softly as his friend pouted and looked away, crossing his arms morosely. His chuckling suddenly stopped when a very loud, very painful hiccup jumped its way through his body.

"That was deserved," Yuugi smirked.

Jou's retort was silenced by another hiccup.

Yuugi felt mildly vindicated by Jou's discomfort.

Jou proceeded to rub his chest and hiccup for the next ten minutes, giving Yuugi's sour mood a chance to dissipate. This would have happened sooner had it not been interrupted by Yuugi's blatant objection to Yami offering his hot chocolate to the little heroine, all the while watching Yuugi with a smugness only he could achieve.

Much time can pass when Yuugi is swearing that complete a revenge on Yami.

"That's... rather detailed over some hot chocolate, don't you think?" Jou asked.

He decided not to probe further when he saw the evil grin slide into place on Yuugi's face.

"You're creepy," Jou decided. "Both of you are. So I'm outta here. I'll catch you guys later." He shivered as he stood, the wind taking the opportunity to rush up his shirt and down his spine. "And someplace warmer."

Yuugi waved a hand lazily over his shoulder in acknowledgement as Jou walked away, ignoring Jou's mutterings on how everyone he knew was insane.

He saw no reason to argue with this.

And besides, the Subject had just been brought to the ground for the third time in twenty minutes.

Yuugi leaned back into the consenting beach chair and thoroughly enjoyed the moment.