I Can't Believe

"It's not."

Really, those were the two words that started it all. Yami, seated at the table with sunlight setting his eyes on fire, stared at Yuugi, his jaw slightly slackened, as if mystified, expressing emotion and thought he trusted only his hikari with. He stared down at the small container in front of him, his expression becoming one of faint puzzlement, then looked back at Yuugi.

"You're lying," he accused bluntly. Yuugi blinked dumbly at the unexpected reaction, surprised. His companion looked quite certain of his conclusion, though he still looked at Yuugi even with that calm certainty, waiting for his reaction.

"I am not," Yuugi said honestly, recovering. "It isn't."

"But..." Yami looked down at it again, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. Yuugi smiled, torn between amusement and exasperation. He's so funny when he's puzzled... Because Yami did not get confused.

"It isn't," Yuugi repeated under his breath, just loud enough for Yami to hear, as he returned his attention to his Sudoku. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Yami jerked his head up, eyes narrowed.

"You're sure?" he asked, clearly unsatisfied. Yuugi looked at him flatly and reached over for the object in his hand.

"Stop waving that around; you'll poke your eye out on accident," he scolded gently. Yami ignored this, eying him suspiciously - or, as suspiciously as Yami could ever be of Yuugi.

"I'm not sure I believe you, Aibou." Yuugi sighed and pointed with the dirty knife.

"It's the truth, Yami."

"But -"

"Mou hitori no boku." Yami looked at him, his expression one of total innocence. "When have I ever lied to you?"

Thoroughly reprimanded, Yami had the decency to look ashamed. "I'm sorry, Aibou." Brow furrowed slightly, he reached forward and picked up the object of their discussion, staring at the foreign text, unreadable to him, on the side of the plastic container. "I just can't believe it's not butter!"

Yuugi smiled and shook his head fondly, taking a bite of his toast and looking down to fill in the last 6 on his puzzle. I wonder if Ryou ever has to deal with this sort of thing.

Meanwhile, across town...

"You're lying!"

Bakura Ryou sighed for the umpteenth time. Maybe if I taught him to read kanji...

Sudoku: A logic game, if you don't know what it is. I love it. I can definitely picture Yuugi doing Sudoku in his spare time. It's not strategy, per se, but it's sort of like a puzzle.

Mou hitori no boku: Japanese. Roughly, "other me" or "other self." In the Japanese version and the manga, Yuugi refers to the Spirit of the Puzzle as this fairly frequently.

Aibou: Japanese. Roughly, "partner," though there's more to it than that. Yami calls Yuugi this sometimes.

Kanji: Japanese writing. No, neither Yami nor Bakura (Yami no Bakura, that is) can read kanji.

A/N: Random one-shot inspired by a line in a parody. Don't take it too seriously, people. Yes, the yami have their own bodies...or at least the ability to take on their own physical form, if temporarily. I don't know how. This borders on being a crack-fic - no questions. By the way, this is the first almost-crack-fic I've ever posted, because as much as I love them, I always fear that they will be unappreciated or disliked. My logic this time?

...Well. There is none, I'm just too sleepy and sick to mind very much.

Hypothetically, there may or may not be a brand new Season Zero-based fic up tomorrow. If all goes well, there will be. Aforementioned hypothetical fic may be hypothetically Yami- and Yuugi-centric.

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- Nitro