TAROTIST

Atemu "Yami" Sennen was a man of simple pleasures. He enjoyed a nice cup of chocolate every morning; the hot rays of the golden Egyptian sun; the musky scent of the various incenses that graced the air of his shop.

And of course, the cold touch of the recently unfolded cards against his waiting fingers, at that moment when the first lost soul of the day would walk through his door.

Yes, he proudly thought of himself as a most simple man, with the simplest pleasures.

However, there was one of those simple pleasures that he could not achieve, it was elusive, ethereal, and it slipped through his fingers like the most expensive silk: To discover soul mates.

Being the respected tarotist that he was, possessing all the shadow powers of his ancestors back in Egypt, one would suppose that he saw a soul mate or two every week, while deciphering the wide message of his cards.

But truth be told, he was consulted for love at least twice a day, and he had never, ever found a person's "significant other" in his cards. As time passed, it became a little infatuation of his.

This is why he knew- at the very moment that Ryou crossed his door- than the powerful tarotist had something to rub on his face.

Ryou was not any tarotis, he was the tarotist. Almost omniscient, the all Seeing Eye incarnated in white hair and brown almonds.

Therefore, it is understandable his little apprehension for this unannounced visit. Especially when the other had a wide, malicious grin plastered all over his features.

-Hello, my brother. Guess who came into my shop today- said Ryou with a sly voice.

Atemu, who was not in the mood for playing game (for once), could only groan in ignorance.

Ryou's grin grew wider, to finally utter- Seto Kaiba. – And then Atemu kind of lost it.

-Seto Kaiba? The Seto Kaiba? As in my cousin Seto? - exclaimed Atemu, in a sort of futile attempt to hide his utter surprise for the fact that the CEO, the most skeptical, nihilistic man on earth had visited a tarotist.

Still smiling, Ryou anticipated his…concern. - He had some doubts about Katsuya, and the way they interacted with each other. So he came into my shop growling of how "there was something definitely wrong with the way they bickered all day" and that of course he didn't "believe in this whole esoteric trend, but Mokuba had insisted that he came to this bloody place, under the threat of taking his laptop away". – Ryou stopped to release a sympathetic chuckle- and then he finally shut up. I read him "The Oracle".

**SEMI LONG EXPLANATION OF THE ORACLE FOLLOWING.**

Atemu's right brow arched in interest. "The Oracle" was a way to read the cards to sort romantic dilemmas, in which the consultant would split the deck according to the letters in the name of the loved one. Previously, they had separated one of the cards who represented the person who was asking, and placed it on the table.

Then, they would place on the table- next to the card who represented the consultant- as many cards as letters that formed the beloved's name, the cards who repeated themselves would be taken away, until there were no more cads to place.

During the process, a card that represented the loved one should have appeared, the closer this card was to the other, the better. When the process ended, the tarotist could interpret.

**Finish semi long explanation.**

-And the result was?- Asked Atemu with a new found interest. Ryou grinned evilly:

-They're soul mates. There were no cards left on the table but the one representing Kaiba and Katsuya.

No cards on the table, which was what Atemu had been longing to see ever since he became a tarotist, to discover that true love does exist. He felt slightly envious, and being Ryou a friend, he let him know immediately.

To which Ryou only laughed good heartedly and answered:
-Perhaps it's that you are looking in the wrong places. Have you tried to consult the oracle for yourself?

At Atemu's obvious lack of understanding, Ryou continued with a sly look in his eyes:
-Have you tried with Yugi?

Atemu's head popped up like he just had been told that Dartz had returned. Yugi? His Aibou? His best friend in all the wide world? The king of games?

Leaving Atemu to his chaotic thoughts, Ryou just gave him one last smile and walked away.

Meanwhile, Atemu was gaping like a fish out if the water. He…he certainly felt strongly for the shorter one, but until this day he thought it be nothing more than just a deep friendship, and he was certain that Yugi felt the same way. Right?

His hands were acting on their own will now, and were splitting the deck in four, and while doing the whole process he thought of nothing more than his Aibou. They had been friends since their infancy, they found of their destiny together, faced it together, defeated the darkness together.

Could it be that during all this time, something different- deeper- had been blossoming between them, without any of the two actually noticing?

It was true than Yugi had always seemed shyer, tenderer and quite clumsy around the Egyptian. Always avoiding looking at the other during gym, or in the showers. They had always cared for one another, and it was also true and Yugi had a persistent blush on his (adorable) face every time Atemu got too close to him. And it was certain than his Aibou was a nice, affable person, but his eyes hald always held something different whenever his Yami touched him, something powerful coexisting with his natural light.

Yearning. Like his Aibou was calling for him, and he- in this eagerness to protect him from all harm- had failed to notice the fire that was Yugi.

When the last card had been placed and taken away, the tarotis's eyes widened in euphoria and surprise.

There were just two cards left. Atemu's soul shouted in joy and realization.

Soul mates...

The phrase seemed to sing inside his chest, music to his shoul...

The tarotist was a man of simple beliefs, magic being one of them.

And from that evening on, love would be one of them too.