I don't actually listen to One Direction... I just found a YamixYugi amv with this song and thought it fit this chapter.
Do I really need to say I don't own Yugioh? I think everyone go the point... but just in case some shiny lawyers see this... I do NOT own Yugioh!
Underneath the Starlight
"They don't know I've waited all my life…" They Don't Know About Us – One Direction
A few days passed since their first encounter with each other. Yami kept his distance for a while since he still wasn't sure about Yugi. The younger boy was as much a mystery to him as he was to Yugi. He wanted to watch him for a while more before he decided to approach him once again. He was still a little weary of the pain that the smaller one brought to him. He knew Yugi didn't mean to do it on purpose. It wasn't like he intentionally tried to cause Yami pain, but the feeling of the it tearing through his mind stayed with him and Yami did everything he could that day to stop it. It was only when he disappeared and reappeared at the school down in the town that he finally got the ache to fade from his mind.
So he stayed and watched Yugi for a while, just observing him and his patterns. The boy was actually very simple in his mannerisms. Almost boring really. But perhaps that boringness was what drew Yami's attention to begin with… Yugi was surprisingly simple and that was what made him so interestingly complex as well.
It was almost four days before Yami finally appeared before Yugi again. He did so with slight apprehension, but he also knew that it was the only way to find out more about Yugi. Watching him only went so far. He needed to speak to Yugi to find out what was so special about him. He needed to know why Yugi insisted on helping him especially when no one else seemed to before… He appeared silently, of course since he was a ghost, he had no idea how to appear anything but silent. He was so silent that Yugi actually didn't realize he was there until he coughed.
"Holy yakisoba!" Yugi yelped as he fell off of the window seat in surprise. He rubbed his butt as he looked at Yami. Well, a glare was more precise, but to Yami it almost looked as if he were pouting more than glaring… and he found that so cute. Yugi was adorable and he turned away to hide his smile at seeing the smaller one like that.
"What is this "holy yakisoba" that you speak of?" Yami asked elegantly. He didn't want to seem ignorant, but really. He was a ghost. How was he supposed to know what foods were what in this day and age? Especially when it came down to the fact that he didn't eat. Period. Of course, he wanted to eat. The food some of the people who lived in the house looked absolutely delicious… and smelled even better. But as a ghost, it would just fall through him and hit the floor. He should know, he tried it when he was only a few days old as a spirit and found out the hard way.
"It's a type of Japanese food that is really quick and really good. It's not really holy though, that's just an expression," Yugi answered as he stood up and brushed himself off. He glared at Yami as he said, "You could knock, you know. Or say something before entering. Anything. You know, just something so you don't scare me into turning into a ghost too."
"Sorry," Yami said as he hid a small smile. Yugi was rather endearing when he was all flustered and surprised like he was. He moved over to the bed and sat down on it. In the few days that he hadn't spoken to Yugi, the boy had managed to unpack all of his things and get his bed set up. It was actually appearing to be rather cozy in the attic now. Much more appealing than the old storage stuff that the last lady had in there… the attic was really depressing back then.
"It's okay," Yugi said as he shook his head and sat back down on the window seat. He grabbed the book that fell off of his lap when he jumped in surprise and the pen he was using to jot things down with. He looked over at Yami as he bit his lip. He wanted to apologize for the last time they talked… He fiddled with his pen as he said, "I'm sorry if I made something bad happen the last time we talked. I really didn't mean to…"
"I know you didn't Yugi, and it's okay," Yami said with a regal nod of his head. He crossed his legs and his arms at the same time. It wasn't a defensive posture like with most. With him it was more natural to sit like that, especially when he was deep in thought. Of course, with being a ghost and forgetting his memory, he had no idea why he liked to sit like that. Only that he did. He tilted his head at the boy as he said, "What are you writing?"
"Oh, it's… well, promise you won't laugh?" Yugi said with a sheepish look on his face. He hugged the book to his chest and Yami realized it was a journal. One of the occupants had a daughter that wrote in one of those. Her thoughts were rather dark and filled with things Yami didn't even want to think about again. He didn't read her journal because he wanted to… okay, that was a lie. He did read her journal, but only when she was writing in it. And mainly because she was a bit creepy and he wanted to know if he should stay out of her way for fear of being exorcised.
He nodded his head, the tips of his hair dipping a little despite the fact that he was dead. He was very curious to find out just what it was that Yugi was writing about. If he could learn more about the other through his writing… although it probably would be frowned upon given that Yugi could actually see and talk to him. The daughter from before didn't even know he existed. Even though she liked to pretend she could see and hear ghosts. Given that he never saw any besides himself in the room, he chalked it up to her being an angsty teen. That family moved away quickly when the parents realized the daughter needed some serious help. Attempting to murder them in their sleep was a very good reason to seek professional help, in his opinion. He smiled calmly at Yugi as he said, "I won't laugh, I promise. Now what is it that you're writing, little one?"
"Little one?" Yugi asked with a clear pout. He knew he was short, but give him a little credit. He wasn't that short. He was taller than the counter and could reach the bottom shelf of the cupboard… if he stood on his toes. Still, he wasn't that short! He was just… smaller than normal was all. Besides, Yami wasn't that much taller than he was.
"Forgive me, I did not mean to offend you," Yami said quickly as he bowed his head a little. He was rather unused to talking with another person. The only other conversations he ever had were with a ghost he found haunting the local cemetery. He'd never been back after that. That ghost was rather questionable in both thought and action… some of the things Marik talked about doing was a bit too creepy for him and he was dead.
"It's… it's okay. I don't mind," Yugi said as he bit his lip and turned his head to look out the window. He had no idea what possessed him to say that, but he just did. It came out of his mouth before he could stop it and he found himself not really regretting it. He shook his head as he said, "Anyway, it's just something I'm working on for National Novel Writing Month."
"National No… what?" Yami asked as he gave Yugi a weird look and tilted his head. He heard of a lot of different things over the years that he was a ghost, but this… whatever it was that Yugi was speaking about was a new thing to him. Of course, there were many things that were new to him, but this just sounded strange.
"NaNoWriMo, short for National Novel Writing Month, is this super awesome month long program that happens every November," Yugi explained as he turned to face Yami still holding his journal to his chest. He grinned as he started to enthusiastically talk, "It's where one writes over 50,000 words in 30 days. You're supposed to start a new novel and write it out during that month. There are some people who are super fast and write a lot more than that, but I write by hand so I take a lot longer than they do to write it all out. It's actually rather fun!"
"Why on Earth would you want to write that much in such a short amount of days?" Yami asked incredulously. He couldn't fathom why anyone would want to do such a ridiculous thing. That many words… it was quite daunting to his mind. He never actually thought about how many words one wrote on a daily basis, but 50,000 was quite a lot of words to write in a month to him.
"It's actually not that bad," Yugi said with a shrug of his shoulders. He leaned back against the window as he said, "In reality, it only takes around 1,700 words a day to make it in 30 days. Which, compared to the amount of words people write every day, that's actually a rather small amount. There are some people who write thousands more each day just for their jobs alone!"
"That seems rather… tedious though," Yami said quietly. Perhaps it was because he was much older than Yugi and he must've come from a different time era, because the thought of that much writing… boggled his mind. How was it possible to write that many words in one month? He knew storytelling was popular, but there couldn't be that many people that would write so many words in a month… could there?
"When it comes to a story that you love, no amount of words are tedious," Yugi said plainly. He hugged his notebook tighter to him. He loved participating in NaNo and he would never give it up. No matter how difficult life seemed for him, NaNo was the one thing he knew would be able to cheer him up. It was so much fun banding together with thousands of other people to do something as crazy as write 50,000 words in 30 days. It was an accomplishment that he looked forward to each year and he was absolutely in love with it.
Yami nodded his head thoughtfully. Perhaps he didn't quite understand. It must've been one of those things that he needed to experience in order to fully understand. He tilted his head as he said, "But how do you know that others are writing so many words with you? Do you all write letters to each other and send them? But wouldn't it take such a long time and by the time those letters reached you, wouldn't your word count be even more than what you said it was?"
Yugi laughed. He couldn't help it. He knew Yami was a bit older, but he still found it funny that he thought the sent letters. Was he unaware of the way they communicated nowadays? Letters weren't completely a thing of the past because he knew some people did still send letters, but most communication happened online now. He wiped tears from his eyes as he said, "Oh Yami… surely someone with a computer lived in this house at some point?"
"I am afraid I have no idea what you are talking about," Yami said as he looked away. He hated admitting it when he didn't know what someone was talking about. He prided himself on knowing all that there was to know… he blinked when he realized he wasn't sure how he knew that particular little detail about himself. He just did. Hmm... Maybe it was something he instinctively just remembered and never actually thought about it.
"Let me show you," Yugi said as he stood up and walked over to his desk. It was right next to the bed, so he knew Yami would be able to see it without needing to move a whole lot. He sat down in his chair and opened his laptop. It was shiny and silver and relatively new. It wasn't brand new, but his grandfather got it for him less than a year before so he would have a way to keep in contact with his friends back home now that they were moving to the States. Before, when they lived in Japan, he simply went to his friend's houses to talk to them or use their computers. He was much more into board games and the like than computer games… not that he didn't play them. There was just something about watching your opponent face to face rather than imagining their reactions on the other side of a computer screen.
He flipped the top open and pressed the power button. He heard more than saw Yami move closer so he could look at the screen more. What he wasn't expecting was to see Yami mere inches away from him when he went to talk to him. He blinked for a moment as he watched fascinated, yet ghostly crimson watch the computer intently as he whispered, "What kind of magic is this?"
"It's not so much magic as it is electricity and a bunch of moving parts," Yugi said. He knew he was butchering the explanation, but how was one to explain what technology was to someone who obviously did not know a single thing about it? It wasn't like he could get technical and tell him about things like hard drives and RAM and software… how could he expect Yami to understand all of that if he didn't know the basics of technology? And trying to tell him the basics would take too long and Yugi wasn't even sure he would be able to get it right anyhow. He only knew so many things about computers and it was nowhere near the level to make a proper explanation.
"Fascinating…" Yami said in awe as he watched the screen light up, pulling back a little as it made a strange noise. He looked down at Yugi to see if it wasn't supposed to make that noise, but the smaller one simply reached forward and rested his finger on part of the computer. It switched to a different picture and Yugi leaned forward and started to press on the buttons. He was unsure of what to think of it. The buttons Yugi was pressing looked a lot like a typewriter, just not as big or noisy. He knew what a typewriter was simply because of the old woman. She owned one and when she wasn't talking to him or the dishes, she would spend hours typing on it. Movement on the screen caught his attention and he asked, "What are you doing now?"
"I'm bringing up the internet browser. You see, the internet is this giant network of things that let people like myself look for information, post information, and chat with friends. Think of it as a giant boarding school except that the entire world is there. You can hang with friends, talk with people you don't know, and find out all sorts of things. Many people call it an information highway, but I liken it more to a school," he explained as he waited for the browser to pop up. Once it did, he proceeded to explain what a website was and how one got to it. The entire time he was explaining this, Yami stood behind him, awe and curiosity warring on his face.
"And this is how we keep track of things on the NaNo website," Yugi explained as he brought up the website. There was so much on the site that he could've shown Yami, but he figured it would be easiest to start with the basics. He smiles a little and pointed to the top of the page, "We put in the words that we've written here and the site keeps track of everything."
"I can… understand how you would enjoy this "NaNo" as you call it," Yami said quietly as he gazed at the computer. Yugi showed him so many different things on the website and he was a little overwhelmed, but it all looked simply amazing. If he had this kind of thing back when he was alive, he would want to write often too. Especially if what Yugi said was true and that he could write anything he wanted… His memories would've been the first thing he wrote down simply so if he were to end up as a ghost again, he would know what happened.
"Did you want to try it?" Yugi asked as he turned a little and gazed at Yami. He knew Yami could touch and move other things, even if it took him a huge amount of concentration. An idea popped into his head and he bounced a little as he said, "Oh! You won't even need to touch anything. There's this handy program that you can just talk into and it'll record what you write. You could use that and write a book. What do you think?"
"I don't know, Yugi…" Yami said as he started to back up a little. He raised his hands as he looked at the laptop warily. It wasn't that the thought of writing so many words scared him, though it did make him feel a tad overwhelmed. He just didn't know how to run any of the technology that Yugi was showing him. The little one was doing a good job of trying to explain it, but he wasn't sure if he could actually go through with using it. He shook his head a little as he said, "I'm afraid I'll break such a fragile object of yours."
"It's not that fragile, Yami. It won't break if you touch it. Here, look," Yugi said as he reached over to grab one of Yami's wrists. He misjudged the distance between them and his chair tipped forward. He reached out to grab a hold of something, anything to keep him from tipping over, but his fingers found nothing. With a loud yelp, he fell to the floor with a small crash.
Yugi lifted his head a little, wondering why the ground felt softer than it should. There was no carpet on his floor. It definitely should've hurt worse than it did. Opening his eyes, he sucked in a sharp breath at the sight he was greeted with. Being this close to Yami, he noticed there were actually gold specks mixed in among the crimson of his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something when Yami disappeared completely from under him. With a grunt, he hit the floor. He lay there for a moment, wondering what just happened. He totally forgot Yami didn't know he could not only see ghosts but touch them as well. Getting up onto his hands and knees, he frowned as he said out loud, "That was completely rude, you know! You could've let me get up first, you… you ghost!"
Got to love a frustrated Yugi. He's so cute!
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