Yugi has been on me for awhile now to write something about him and Yami. Something nice. Something that does not include the Pharaoh being knocked out courtesy of a Thanksgiving turkey... or being set aflame by a Hanukkah candle.

So... here you go Yugi.

Set to the tune of Coin Operated Boy, by the fabulous Dresden Dolls.

Authoress Note: I was originally going to make this about Malik and Marik. And, honestly, I think, in many ways, it would have fit their relationship better. However, I am already in the process of pulling together a more serious piece about them. And... truly...I think Yugi pulls off his side of this equation better than Malik ever could have. Cute, with just the right amount of sickly sweet creep factor – which is precisely what I was needing to make this work.

I decided to break this into chapters. I had first intended to upload it as just one piece. However, it seemed, at least to me, to lose a lot of its flow all on one page. And, yes, that is an interwoven poem hiding within the story itself. I have no idea where that creepy little thing came from.... (Marik...)

Marik: Hn?
Creature: Riiiiight.

Disclaimer: I own nothing – except the plot. That is all. I make not the green stuff!

Toy
By: Creature of Habit

The spirit of the Millennium Puzzle. The other him. His darkness. Pharaoh Atemu. The brave warrior who had courageously sacrificed himself to save the world from destruction. How many times? A soul who possessed the power to Mind Crush a person to oblivion. The flesh and blood son of Ra. A King among Kings.

To Yugi Mutou...?

Toy.

Toy?

Toy.

Yes. Toy.

Guiding the man in his struggle to adjust to modern times, with all of its new conveniences, most of them confounding and hated inconveniences for the ancient spirit, it was the only word that came to mind. Sliding nimble fingers over the buckled leather collar, pale, freshly cleansed skin of his collarbone, moving to the golden pyramid on the shelf, a whispered hint of a touch all it took to lure the man out... it was a sure bet it was the only word that ever would.

Yugi grinned, tucking a golden bang behind the porcelain ear, thinking, not for the first time, that Yami was never cuter than when he blushed.

My toy.

FIN

Ah. You must be wondering why the puzzle was on the shelf. Simple. Yugi just took a shower and was getting dressed. Then he put it back on. Not that I would know, you know, because, it is not like I watched him take his shower and get dressed or anything. Ahem.

Yugi: ::goes bug-eyed::
Creature: ::evil smirk::
Yugi: ::faints::
Ryou: ::sweat drops:: You really need to stop doing that.
Creature: ::sighs:: I know. But, he's just so darn cute when he's scared to death. Terrified Yugi is my cocaine. ::zones out::
Ryou: ::big sweat drop:: Help me...