"The new Duel Monsters booster packs are selling very well, thanks to Mutou-san's designs and the revamp of the old rules," the commercial director of KaibaCorp. announced proudly. "Kaiba-sama, the demand is humungous, and there's a very lively market for vintage and retro cards."
Yuugi hid a smile behind his hand. Who would've thought that after more than twenty years Duel Monsters would make such a gigantic comeback on the games market? He hadn't dueled in ages, not even at home; with a former Pharaoh as life partner, three kids, a fulltime workweek and an antiquity store, very little time was left to duel. From the corner of his eye, Yuugi could see that it pleased Kaiba to hear about the renewed interest and increased sales of his beloved game. It was a blast from the past, and a very welcome one.
"You send me a memo that you need at least fifty new people," Kaiba said sternly. "What is that all about?"
"To fulfill the demand, Kaiba-sama," the commercial director answered. "With your permission, I'd like to sell the older Duel Disks that are still in stock" - he didn't dare to say 'gathering dust'- "for a special price as a 'retro version'. Meanwhile, the research development team needs to be reinforced to work on your concepts and ideas for an upgraded duel disk, incorporating your virtual reality system for an even more intense experience of the game, Kaiba-sama."
Yuugi glanced at Kaiba. He regarded him as a friend, no matter what. It was funny to think that Kaiba was actually a few months younger than him, skirting around 45 years of age. Time had been kind to him, his appearance showing barely wrinkles or grey hairs. He was just as stern as when Yuugi got to know him; Kaiba hadn't mellowed out at all, business-wise. To his younger brother Mokuba and his twins, he was a very nice and kind uncle, nothing like the man at the head of the large table, with a laptop in front of him. Ever since Yuugi had become a stock holder of KaibaCorp. because of Pegasus' generous gift, he was invited to executive board meetings. As head of the Game Design and Development department, he had more than enough meetings on his plate, but he discovered quickly that Kaiba actually listened to him when he asked him for his input or opinion. Yuugi had sort of predicted the return of Duel Monsters, and had insisted on designing new cards and releasing them to the audience, despite objections and disbelief. Sure enough, the game rose to its former popularity immediately, rivaling the frenzy during the Battle City days.
"All right, we'll focus on the new Duel Disk," Kaiba said. "You have my permission to sell the older ones first, but I do not want to find out they're selling for ten times the price they're worth, just because they're 'retro'." He glared at the commercial director who swallowed and turned red in the face. He probably saw millions of yen evaporate in front of his eyes, or so Yuugi thought. He knew Kaiba better; he would never sell his products overpriced. His target audience was children, and no matter what cold, distant, aloof or harsh attitude he had displayed in the past or the present, Kaiba would never extort children or force them into buying something they couldn't afford. "This meeting is adjourned."
Yuugi checked his watch. Fortunately, board meetings never ran late as Kaiba kept a strict agenda and he never wasted time on endless debates. Yuugi closed his laptop and stuffed it into its case, along with his paperwork. He wanted to go home, to his family. Sometimes Kaiba would stop him and ask something, but the CEO, surrounded by other board members, turned around to leave so Yuugi took that as a permission to leave the office himself.
Fall already, he thought as he stared out the window of the subway. The heavy rainfall soaked the tree branches, the drops clinging to the last leaves. Summer had been exceptionally warm, but fall rebuked all that heat with rain, rain and more rain. It was cold in the subway and Yuugi put up the collar of his jacket. Sometimes he regretted declining a company car, but on the other hand, Domino City's public transport was fast and efficient. It wasn't his stop yet for another fifteen minutes, so he directed his thoughts towards the upcoming weekend. He had to buy incense and flowers to put them on the family grave on Saturday. Mutou Yusuke had passed away rather unexpectedly five years ago from a short yet aggressive illness, leaving her bedridden and disorientated for a few months before she lost the fight. The emptiness she left behind was still a great pain for Yuugi. Mutou Sugoroku had passed away much longer ago; Yuugi still thought a lot about his grandfather and missed him as well, even though the sharp pain of his loss had been gentled by the course of time. He kept staring out the window, until the harsh tube light of the subway caught a flicker of something shiny. He lifted up his hand and looked at his golden ring with a ruby and an amethyst entangled with a little twist on top. Both his and Atemu's name had been engraved in it. Atemu had given him this ring as soon as he had saved up enough money with working at the Game Shop. Atemu had always claimed that he loved Yuugi from the moment he saw him, but Yuugi hadn't been aware of him until a few months later. It took him longer to return the feelings, or start feeling romantically for the former Pharaoh to begin with, as their adventures had taken a great toll on him. Yuugi liked him as a friend first, but the moment he realized he truly, deeply loved him was at the moment the Ceremonial Duel ended and Atemu was about to leave for the Afterlife. He had cried out, begged, pleaded for the other to stay with him, and the Gods had granted their wish; the door to the Afterlife remained closed. Yuugi stared lovingly at the ring. So many years together, with hopefully many more to come. He couldn't imagine his life without Atemu or the children. They were his everything, his home and his world.
"Mou hitori no boku, I'm home!" Yuugi hollered. He was met by silence, which didn't disturb him; sometimes Atemu didn't hear him as he could be on the phone, in his store or in the bedroom in the attic. Yuugi changed into his house slippers and went up the stairs, checking the kitchen first. The countertop was empty and clean, which meant that Atemu hadn't started the preparations for dinner yet. Yuugi continued to the stairs and went up to the attic. No Pharaoh in the bedroom. He scratched the back of his head. Where could Atemu be? He quickly changed out of his business suit into something more comfortable and left the bedroom again. Yuugi checked the other rooms in the house, to no avail. His heart skipped a beat when he opened the door to Atemu's study and he didn't see him sitting there, at his desk.
"Mou hitori no boku? Where are you?" He was getting worried. Had he missed something? There was probably a good reason for this. Maybe Atemu had gone to the supermarket to pick something up at the very last minute? But if he had, he would've left a note or send Yuugi a text message. Only one possibility left: the store. Of course! He was probably busy with a customer, finishing some kind of antiquity deal. After Sugoroku's passing, Atemu had continued the Game Shop, but it had never been the former Pharaoh's intention to keep selling games. He had asked Yuugi's permission to turn it into an antiquity store; he didn't want to bypass Yuugi's feelings as he was going to change Sugoroku's lifework. It also hadn't been his intention to turn it into a 'common' antiquity store, with odd knick-knacks or leftovers bought from auctions. He wanted to deal in high-end artifacts, specializing in Ancient Egyptian objects. Yuugi had given him his permission of course and after selling the last of the Game Shop's stock, Atemu closed the store to have it repainted, remodeled and redecorated. With three young kids, he had started up his business quite slowly, taking his time to build up his network, clientele and reputation. Nowadays Atemu was recognized for his in-depth knowledge of Ancient Egyptian artifacts and he imported and traded at request only. The store wasn't the main income of the Mutou family; sometimes it took months to reach a good deal, let alone import the artifact in question. Yuugi admired Atemu for how he had set up and managed his store, but he barely visited it. He still had a hard time dealing that the Game Shop wasn't his grandfather's anymore, even though many years had passed. He barely set foot in it unless he had to, like now. Breathless, Yuugi opened the door that separated the former Game Shop from the living quarters and stepped inside. No one. Silence. He looked around, but he couldn't spot Atemu. Where could he be? His breath stuck in his throat. Next to an alabaster chest, he saw the man he loved so much, lying on the floor, motionless! Yuugi immediately hurried over and shoved the chest to the side.
"Mou hitori no boku! Mou hitori no boku!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, panicked.
Atemu moved his head and opened his eyes, blinking at Yuugi as if he emerged from a deep sleep.
"Aibou," he said and Yuugi released the breath he was holding, relief washing all over him.
"Mou hitori no boku… what are you doing on the floor? You feel cold. How long have you been here?"
"I must have... ah, slipped or something," Atemu said. "Nothing to worry about, aibou."
"Nothing to worry about? You have a bump on your forehead the size of a tennis ball," Yuugi exaggerated. He touched the abused skin.
"I did not pay proper attention," Atemu muttered.
"What happened?"
"I was looking for a small statuette of Thoth, from the 16th dynasty," Atemu said. "It was delivered a couple of days ago, for one of my clients. I just cannot seem to find it…"
"It's not like you to misplace an artifact," Yuugi said. "Then what happened?"
"I do not know. I was just rummaging around and suddenly… nothing," Atemu finished sheepishly. Yuugi frowned. Towering above him was a replica of a statue of the legendary Pharaoh Ramesses II, sculpted with his left leg forward. Yuugi had a feeling what, or rather who, Atemu had hit his head on. He was very glad that he was coherent and aside from the large bump, didn't show any other injury… but it worried Yuugi that Atemu had been lying on the floor for quite a while, apparently unconscious. No wonder he was so cold!
"Let's get you upstairs," he said.
Atemu nodded. "Help me up, will you?"
Yuugi reached for him and stiffly, Atemu got up and then straightened himself. Yuugi wrapped his arm around him for support and together they stumbled out of the store. Slowly, they made their way over to the stairs. Yuugi tugged at Atemu's elbow and made sure the other was leaning on him.
They arrived at the top of the stairs and Yuugi steered him towards the right. He sat Atemu down on the couch, put cushions behind his back and added the large afghan they usually shared on his lap, almost smothering him with the heavy, plush fabric. When he was done, he caressed Atemu's hair, fingers sifting through the strands.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too, aibou." He looked content. Yuugi tried to ignore the large bump on Atemu's forehead, the skin discolored.
"I'll give Watanabe-sama a call," he said, referring to the family physician.
"That will not be necessary, aibou," Atemu said, but he sounded… defeated. He knew he couldn't keep Yuugi from doing something if he really wanted to, of course. Yuugi wasn't used however, to hear Atemu as meek and defeated as quickly as this and it bothered him.
"Tomorrow I'll take out an ad." Yuugi finished draping the afghan.
"An ad for what?" Atemu was genuinely confused.
"For a household help," Yuugi explained. "Someone to take the heavy chores off of your hands."
"Nonsense, there is no need for a help…"
"It'll free up more time for you," Yuugi said and brushed more strands out of Atemu's face. The golden bangs showed many light, elegant gray strands. "You could take up a hobby or a study, or just enjoy time for yourself. You've been working and taking care of the children, me and the store non-stop for years and years, never taking a day off. I think a household help is for the best, mou hitori no boku. It's getting too much for you."
"I can handle it," Atemu said, but there was no vehemence in his protest.
"My strong, handsome Pharaoh," Yuugi kissed him on the forehead, avoiding the bump. "Try to think about yourself for once, would you? Your kingdom is in safe hands. Now, you stay here and I'll make dinner for you."
"But," Atemu sputtered, one last ditch effort. Yuugi shut him up by kissing him and tucking him in with the afghan once more, before leaving for the kitchen.
"Otou-san!"
"Kitchen!" Yuugi yelled. He was happy to hear her voice; Tzuziko was early this weekend. She came up the stairs and entered the kitchen. Yuugi turned around to greet her.
"Tzuziko-chan," he said, unable to keep the endearment out of his voice. His eldest daughter could give Kaiba a run for his money with her stern look. Her hair was tied back into a painfully tight knot and thick rimmed glasses framed her eyes, perching on the bridge of her nose. She was smiling though, and recently she had even started to use lip-gloss, thanks to Akina sharing make-up tips with her sister. "How are you?"
"Busy week," she answered and as always, she looked a little sheepish when she put the bag with dirty laundry on the floor. The campus she lived on disposed over laundry machines, but they were always occupied and doing the laundry was her 'excuse' to come home every weekend. Yuugi and Atemu knew better of course, but indulged her nonetheless. He beckoned her closer.
"I have to tell you something about your father," he said and quickly cast a glance to the living room, to see if Atemu hadn't gotten up and was wandering about.
"What about otou-sama?" Tzuziko asked as she stole a tomato slice. "Something happened?"
"I found him on the floor of the store. He claims that he slipped and fell. He has a nasty bump on his forehead."
The girl bit the tomato slice in half. "That doesn't sound like him at all. Accidents happen, of course, but still... I can take a look, if you want me to. Is he in the bedroom?"
"No, in the living room, on the sofa. Would you mind..?"
"Not at all." Tzuziko tilted her head a little. Noises came from down below. "That's Akina," she said. "Any chance our beloved brother will show up?"
"I don't know," Yuugi said. Kazuo was very fickle and barely ever text-messaged or called ahead if he'd be home for dinner or not. His son's behavior had become more and more erratic ever since he had left the Koyanagi clinic. He had finished the program, but his general mood and attitude hadn't improved. Yuugi hoped every night that Kazuo would join them; it had been a long time since the entire family had dinner together. Tzuziko left for the living room, greeting her younger sister as she passed her.
"Otou-sama," Tzuziko said softly. Atemu opened his eyes immediately, albeit half-lidded.
"Tzuziko, I did not hear you."
"I spoke with otou-san in the kitchen." She smiled at him. "How are you feeling?"
"He makes it out to be far worse than it actually is," Atemu answered, grumpily. "I was searching for something, I hit my head. That is it."
"Otou-sama, you spend a considerate amount of time on the floor. You didn't regain consciousness quickly. That's worrisome."
"It is not," Atemu said. "I am not your patient, Tzuziko."
"You're my father," she immediately gave back. "I care for you as your daughter, and even if I hadn't chosen a medical profession, I'd still be worried."
"Point taken," Atemu said.
"Let me take a look at you." She took his head between her hands. "Do you have a headache? Do you see double? Are you dizzy?"
"No, no and no," Atemu answered dutifully.
"You're not trembling and your body temperature seems okay." Tzuziko frowned nonetheless. "That bruise is going to bother you for a while. You might have a light concussion. You should take it easy, otou-sama. Just sit back and let us take care of you, all right?"
Atemu heaved a dramatic sigh. "I do not have much of a choice." He couldn't say more as Akina bustled into the living room, with a worried look on her face.
"Yami Papa! Are you all right?"
Tzuziko stepped to the side to give her sister room. Akina all but flung herself into Atemu's arms. "Yami Papa, you really should be more careful!"
"Akina, don't be too rough on him," Tzuziko chastised her gently. Akina glared at her sister and then turned her attention completely to Atemu.
"You stay right here, Yami Papa. I'll bring you dinner!"
"I can walk to the kitchen," Atemu said, moving his arm as if he was about to throw the afghan off. Akina immediately pushed him back, gently yet determined, into the cushions and tucked the warm fabric around him again. Yuugi peeked around the door of the living room.
"We can have dinner right here," he said. "We're having yakisoba, so that's easy."
"Sure! I'll get a table cloth and napkins." Tzuziko got up. "Give me a hand, Akina?" Both girls left for the kitchen and Yuugi checked up on Atemu. He flinched at the sight of the nasty bump, the skin bluish where the bruise had developed.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"I have been examined by our physician already," Atemu grumbled. "I am hungry."
"It's a good sign that you still got your appetite."
"Aibou, please. It was an accident. I am not eighty years old." He noticed Yuugi forcefully biting his tongue as to not comment on his actual age. He rolled his eyes. "Fine, I get it."
Yuugi couldn't help it, he chuckled. Tzuziko brought everything from the kitchen to set the coffee table and Akina carried the food. Soon enough, everyone had his or her bowl of yakisoba. Yuugi turned on the TV, muting the sound to low as he didn't want Atemu to develop a headache from the loud voices and music. Akina talked about school of course, with Tzuziko commenting every now and then on her sister's antics. Yuugi sat on the other end of the sofa, at Atemu's foot end. He kept an eye on him and much to his relief, Atemu emptied his bowl without a problem.
"We've decided you're going to take it easy this weekend," Yuugi said. "We'll take care of the household. Right, girls?"
"I have rehearsal tomorrow," Akina said, wide-eyed.
"All day?"
"No…"
Yuugi pursed his lips. True, Akina had been spoiled a little more than the other kids when growing up, yet Atemu and Yuugi had taught her to help out with the daily chores. Since her youngest days, Akina loved the idea of being treated like a princess, often getting lost in her own fantasy world, and she had to be reminded to get 'down to Earth'. Her friends often fawned over her and due to her incredible acting talent, it was hard for her to stay grounded. However, she did help out when she was asked to, albeit with some complaining and whining; she didn't like chores in general.
"I only need a little help with the grocery shopping tomorrow morning," Yuugi said, "could you do that for me, Akina-chan? And you, Tzuziko-chan, could you do the laundry?"
"Okay, Hikari Papa," Akina said.
"No problem," Tzuziko answered. "I don't have plans but for the evening."
"The evening? You're going out with Isao-kun?" Yuugi smiled as he saw her blush. It was so rare to catch his serious daughter with a color on her cheeks. Hosokawa Isao was a fellow medical student and they had met in their fourth year at the Tokyo Medical and Dental University. Tzuziko had mentioned him quite often, but she hadn't introduced him to the family yet.
"We want to see a movie, otou-san."
"Don't worry, I won't ask of you to do chores all day," Yuugi reassured her. Tzuziko twisted her upper body to catch the bowl that slipped from Atemu's fingers.
"Otou-sama, be careful!"
"I think he fell asleep," Yuugi said.
"I am awake," Atemu protested, but he kept his eyes closed. "Can somebody please tell that woman that the answer to the question is 1895?"
Akina giggled. On TV, the game show host had asked a candidate a question which apparently left her stumped for an answer. Yuugi collected the empty bowls and took them to the kitchen, dumping them with the rest of the dirty dishes in the sink. There was enough yakisoba left for Kazuo when he came home and if not, the leftovers would make a quick and tasty lunch tomorrow. Yuugi retrieved his laptop and went back to the living room. The atmosphere was cozy and amicable. Akina had changed the channel to a soap opera and she commented on it, along with Tzuziko. Atemu was on the sofa, eyes closed, murmuring something every now and then. Yuugi booted up his laptop and checked his personal mail. It was such a lovely evening. No arguments, no screaming, no endless discussions… Kazuo added a lot of strain to the household, whenever he was at home. Yuugi had no idea where his son was right now, and it saddened him. It also saddened him that he was relieved that Kazuo wasn't home at the moment; he enjoyed the family harmony with his two daughters watching the soap and his beloved Pharaoh snoozing on the sofa. No yelling, no death metal, no harsh words. Yuugi scanned his mail and saw a message from someone he hadn't heard from in a long time.
"Oh! We have mail from Bakura-kun!"
"Which one?" Atemu asked.
"Silly goose! There's only one Bakura-kun. He and Malik-kun have been together for years now, too."
"What does he write?"
"He's coming over to Japan for the Ancient Cultures Symposium, together with Malik-kun!" Yuugi exclaimed enthusiastically. "That's the same symposium that invited you to hold a lecture, right?" He had last seen Bakura Ryou at Anzu's wedding, where he had told him he had finished his studies in parapsychology and mythology and was leaving for Egypt. He hadn't seen Malik since the end of Battle City. They had kept in touch through email, even though the contact had been sporadic. "You should read it for yourself!"
"I guess they want to see you?" Atemu asked.
"They want to see you too, mou hitori no boku." Yuugi patted him on the knee. Atemu tilted his head a little and Yuugi couldn't really fathom his expression; did he truly doubt that they wanted to see him?
"I'll write them back!" Yuugi started typing. "They're welcome to stay with us… or do you mind?"
He didn't receive an answer, so he looked to his left. Atemu had fallen asleep, his head resting against his shoulder. It didn't look too comfortable to Yuugi, but he let it be.
"Oh, otou-sama." Tzuziko shook her head.
"Shhh," Yuugi said. "We're not going to wake him up." The girls nodded. The sofa was comfy and Yuugi stayed with Atemu, bidding the girls goodnight when they went to bed.
"Are you going to stay here the entire night?" Tzuziko asked, but she shook her head when he wanted to answer. "I already know," she said and kissed him on the cheek. "Good night, otou-san."
"Good night, Hikari Papa," Akina said. "Don't get cold."
"I know, thank you," he answered. "Good night, girls."
Akina turned off the TV when she left and Yuugi didn't mind. He didn't want to disturb Atemu, yet he couldn't resist reaching for him and gently tucking a few strands of hair behind his ear. His fingertips slid over his cheek, caressing his skin. How was it possible to love someone so much?
"Aibou," Atemu said, his eyes still closed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you," Yuugi said.
"I just dozed off," Atemu said.
"Well, if you're awake, we better go to bed," Yuugi said. "The sofa is comfy, but not suitable for an entire night of sleep."
"You are right." Atemu stretched and yawned. It took him a while to move, a little disorientated, and Yuugi helped him along up the stairs, to their own bedroom in the attic.
Yuugi enjoyed waking up in the arms of the man he loved so much. It was rare for Atemu to sleep in. He was an early riser, especially on a Saturday morning. Yuugi tilted his head, studying his face. Atemu looked much younger when he was relaxed like this. The fine lines and wrinkles didn't magically disappear during sleep, but it straightened his features, peaceful and at ease. Very carefully, as to not wake him, Yuugi lifted his hand and traced Atemu's jaw line. Every day he was grateful and happy to share his life with his Pharaoh. It was all that he could ever ask for, and there wasn't a single moment he regretted his choice. He received nothing but love, care and respect, and he gave as much back as he could, their already unique bond strengthening and deepening with each passing day. There was no one else he wanted to share his life with, ever.
"Hm-m," Atemu mumbled as soon as Yuugi touched his lips.
"I'm sorry, mou hitori no boku," he whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you."
"I am not awake," Atemu answered, his eyes closed. He shifted a little, pressing his head into the pillow. "I am asleep."
"Of course you are." Grinning, Yuugi leaned into him and kissed him on the cheek. "Asleep and dreaming."
"A lovely, lovely dream," Atemu said. Yuugi slipped an arm under his and scooted closer, nuzzling his neck. Atemu brought up his other arm to wrap around him, lazily returning the gesture.
"How are you feeling?" Yuugi asked between butterfly kisses. He couldn't get the image of Atemu lying on the floor out of his head and he hadn't admitted out loud that it had scared him greatly. "Headache? Dizzy? Fatigue?"
"I feel fine."
"Open your eyes, mou hitori no boku."
Alarmed by the worried tone of Yuugi's voice, Atemu opened his eyes and Yuugi hid his sigh of relief. For a moment, he was afraid that there was something wrong, either pain or discomfort… but Atemu looked at him with clear eyes, a slight flicker of worry in them. Yuugi kissed him again.
"I am sorry. I did not want to scare you, aibou."
"I'm sorry too," Yuugi said. "I didn't want to worry you. But after yesterday, when I found you on the floor… I was afraid that you couldn't open your eyes… don't listen to me, I'm being silly."
"You never are." Atemu reveled in the attention he received, his fingers darting playfully over Yuugi's back and caressing his skin, making the other shiver from the sensation. Another kiss, and another one... "What are our plans for the weekend?"
"You were going to take it easy, remember?" Yuugi's lips were close to Atemu's collarbone. "Leave the household for a day, and not worry about a thing. Let's go out to dinner tonight."
"Aibou…"
"I know." Yuugi smothered his protest with another kiss. "We're not bad parents or bad people for spending some time on ourselves. What do you think?"
"It sounds incredibly tempting," Atemu said, "just like what you are doing…"
"I'm not done yet," Yuugi smiled, dipping lower with his hands. "I'm not done by far."
Afterwards, while lying in each other's arms, nuzzling and hugging, Yuugi reluctantly freed himself from the embrace to take a look at the alarm clock. For a Saturday morning, they were incredibly late; but as the kids were grown up now, there was no more need for rush hour in the weekends. Akina had enough friends to pick her up and bring her home again from her repetitions and rehearsals, Tzuziko had a subway pass to take her anywhere she wanted to go and Kazuo had his own means of transportation, if he already chose to come home.
"We should get up," Yuugi said. "What if I make breakfast?"
"That would be wonderful." Atemu didn't let him go, though. Yuugi didn't mind at all. It took him another ten minutes before he finally worked up the strength to get out of bed and hop into the shower. He took care of washing and drying himself off and when he walked back into the bedroom, Atemu sat on the edge of the bed, stretching and yawning.
"I'm done," Yuugi said, meaning that the shower was free. Atemu nodded. He dressed himself and went downstairs to the kitchen, in order to prepare breakfast.
"Good morning, Tzuziko-chan," he greeted his eldest daughter, nursing a large cup of coffee.
"Good morning, otou-san. Did you sleep well?"
Yuugi told her that they had eventually moved to the bedroom. She was relieved to hear it. "That's better than spending the night on the sofa. How's otou-sama feeling?"
"He said he felt fine," Yuugi answered.
"Good. Make sure he gets some rest today," Tzuziko said. "I…" She was interrupted by Kazuo, who swept into the kitchen, yawning loudly. Without any greeting, he went straight for the fridge and took out a few energy drinks as well as all kinds of breakfast foods, putting it on the kitchen counter top.
"Good morning Kazuo-kun," Yuugi said. "I'd appreciate it if you left something for the rest of us."
Kazuo looked up as if he saw Yuugi and Tzuziko for the first time and scowled. He didn't care for anyone in the house but himself. At age twenty-three, he hadn't finished his high school and he failed to hold down a job. He did have enough money to buy the fanciest, trendiest brand-name clothes and electronic equipment though, and Yuugi was scared at the thought of where that money came from. Any questions about the money were met with hostility and aggression. Because of his attitude, he was let go of his job at Jounouchi's garage, restoring and repairing classical and modern cars. It was an absolute low and a huge embarrassment for Yuugi when Jounouchi told him that he'd rather not see Kazuo return, because he treated customers horribly, was sloppy with his work, came in late and left early… and that was before Jounouchi finally told Yuugi that he had found liquor bottles and cigarette buds in Kazuo's locker. He hadn't shown up drunk or drugged at work, but ever since he had found his biological mother and her questionable circle of friends, Kazuo was slipping and sliding down fast. His anti-social skills only grew worse and he showed a lot of disdain for his family; he acted more like a rude houseguest than a son or a brother. He still lived at home as he didn't have any money to rent an apartment; despite his boasting that he wanted to find a place to live for himself and his mother, he didn't seem to be in a hurry to move out. Yuugi didn't want to kick him out, but as long as Kazuo lived under his roof, he would have to listen to his rules. However, today Kazuo wasn't up to his usual aggression. He grumbled something unintelligible and left the kitchen with the food and drink in his arms. Yuugi watched his retreating back. No doubt Kazuo would spend the rest of the day in his room, playing violent videogames or listening to his death metal music. Yuugi heaved a small sigh and went to work, picking from the fridge what Kazuo had left to make breakfast.
"Otou-san, do you have a minute?"
"Sure, Tzuziko-chan. What is it?" Yuugi put the skillet on the stove. As she remained silent, he turned around to face her. It was very rare to see her hesitate. Tzuziko was pretty much straight-forward, sometimes a little brusque, and it was almost endearing to see her fumble for words.
"I would like to bring Isao over next weekend, with your permission," she said.
Yuugi smiled. "So we finally get to see him, hm?"
Tzuziko blushed very lightly. She didn't need Yuugi's explicit permission to invite a friend, but it was pretty clear that Isao had turned into something more than 'just a friend'. He was touched that she asked.
"Of course you can bring him over! I'd love to meet him! Does he have a favorite dish I can prepare?"
"He likes just about anything," Tzuziko said. Her voice was still hesitant.
"Something the matter?"
"About otou-sama…"
"Yes?"
"Please tell him to not put on his scary face," Tzuziko said.
"What, you mean the 'I think you're an asshole and you're not going out with my daughter face'?" Yuugi asked.
"That one," Tzuziko said, trying to smile. She was referring to the latest incident with Akina, the youngest Mutou, and her then-boyfriend Fukata Tetsuo. Atemu had gone over to the Fukata's house to scare the living daylights out of the boy, who had crudely suggested to Akina to make raunchy movies in order to get out of his own deplorable financial position. He had claimed it had been a joke, but Atemu hadn't seen the 'humor' in it. Angered, a dormant, residual shred of shadow magic had manifested itself and the whole situation would've gotten out of hand if Yuugi hadn't intervened. Yuugi hadn't told the children about the magic involved as it had completely disappeared by now, but of course Akina had talked it over with Tzuziko, the sisters didn't keep secrets from each other. She was growing up into a young, beautiful woman and because of her spontaneity and enthusiasm, she attracted a lot of friends, male and female. The attention she received was undeniable; some of the infatuated young men had even stopped by the house to personally see the object of their affection. Yuugi would kindly send them away, but Atemu wasn't charmed by their visits at all. The former Pharaoh didn't forbid his daughter to interact or go out with her male peers, but he insisted she finished her homework first and it was no secret that many of these suitors didn't live up to his high, strict expectations of a partner. Yuugi hid his amused smile.
"I'll make sure he'll be at his nicest," he promised and turned on the stove.
"Thank you, otou-san." Obviously relieved, Tzuziko pecked him on the cheek.
The next weekend was a busy one. Yuugi and Atemu cleaned the house from top to bottom to receive Tzuziko and her boyfriend, Isao. In the meantime, Yuugi received an email from Bakura and Malik, accepting his generous offer to stay at their home; traveling from Egypt to Japan was expensive, and a hotel was only going to add to their costs. When Yuugi told Atemu, he simply nodded. The family had gathered in the kitchen where Yuugi was almost done with his cooking. He turned to face Atemu and Akina, sitting at the kitchen table.
"All right, listen up you two," he said sternly. "Akina-chan, be on your best behavior. That means, treat our guest with respect, even if you don't like him. This young man means a lot to your sister, and she has every right to happiness and love, just like you. So no making fun, no judgment, all right? And you," he pointed at Atemu, "I won't be seeing any faces or angry looks from you that tell me that the young man has failed to meet your sky-high expectances of the future husband of your eldest daughter. It's about her happiness, remember?"
"You are being unfair, aibou," Atemu said, "but I will abide your wishes."
"Yes Hikari Papa," Akina said and couldn't help but show him a grin, "I will abide your wishes too."
"Great! Tzuziko-chan would never take someone home unless she was really serious," Yuugi said just as the doorbell rang. "Oh! There they are! Come, we have to greet them!"
The family went downstairs. Yuugi solemnly opened the door and smiled at Tzuziko, accompanied by a young, neatly dressed man.
"Tzuziko-chan," Yuugi welcomed her, "come in, come in!"
"Otou-san, otou-sama, Akina," Tzuziko said and stepped inside. "I'd like you to meet Hosokawa Isao." She turned around to nudge him. "Isao, these are my parents and my sister."
"Akina-chan, Mutou-san," Isao bowed to Akina and Yuugi and after a slight hesitation, he bowed deeper to Atemu. "Mutou-sama."
"Welcome, Isao-kun," Yuugi beamed at him. "It's so wonderful to finally meet you! Come in, come in!"
"Thank you, Mutou-san," the young man said and got inside, flinching a little from Atemu's stern look.
"Yami Papa, please," Tzuziko whispered to him in passing, but she was unable to hide her smile at the same time, enamored with his protectiveness, hence her affectionate use of 'Yami Papa', which she hadn't used since she was thirteen, when she switched over to the formal 'otou-sama'. The entire family went upstairs to the kitchen. Tzuziko didn't ask if Kazuo was around. Yuugi hadn't seen his son all day today. He figured he was with his friends; perhaps it was for the better if he was absent for now, this was an intense moment for Isao anyway, without Kazuo adding to the tension. They all sat down at the dinner table and Yuugi put the large pot down for the shabu-shabu, so everyone could serve himself or herself.
"Mutou-sama," Isao did his best to start up conversation, "I heard from Tzuziko-chan of your Egyptian descent. Have you lived in Domino City for long?"
"Since I was about fifteen," Atemu answered him, pleased with his reference to his roots. "I met Tzuziko's father and never left." He didn't elaborate exactly how and what, and it wasn't necessary at this moment.
"Mutou-san, you have participated in Duel Monsters tournaments? You became King of Games!"
"That's very true," Yuugi said, the memories resurfacing. Happy memories, but also painful ones. As he sat next to Atemu, he pressed his leg against his under the table, in search for a little contact. "My grandfather owned a Game Shop, which has now become the antiquity store. I grew up surrounded by games, and I played them ever before I could walk!" He realized that Isao was intimidated by his girlfriend's parents. He wondered what Tzuziko had exactly told him, but he was impressed by Isao and he liked him already. Isao did his best to get into their good standing without sucking up to them, showing genuine interest and care. The atmosphere became even more amicable when Isao asked Akina about her school, and as always, the girl filled the air with her pleasant, enthusiastic voice, talking about the latest school play. When dinner was over, everyone moved to the living room to continue the evening, talking and sharing stories and anecdotes. Yuugi noticed that Atemu was getting tired. The nasty bump on his head was still visible, albeit less than in the beginning. Of course, the former Pharaoh would never show or give into a 'weakness', so Yuugi took the decision for him.
"Isao-kun, Tzuziko-chan, please excuse us," he said. "It is getting late." Tzuziko picked up immediately on what her father was talking about.
"Otou-sama, you should rest," she said. "You haven't recovered totally yet. You did take it easy, didn't you?" Isao wasn't surprised, so Yuugi assumed she had told him about the incident.
"He ordered five artifacts and has accepted three invitations as a key speaker on antique and cultural assemblies," Yuugi answered dryly. "He's also been approached by Domino University, to see if he's interested in teaching Egyptology."
"Otou-sama," Tzuziko tsk-ed at him. "You should be more careful. The both of you are working way too hard."
"Says the one who poured her entire life into her medical studies," Yuugi teased her. He could see her concern and how she didn't take it lightly. "Don't worry, Tzuziko-chan, I'm keeping an eye on him. Isao-kun, it was very nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too, Mutou-san, Mutou-sama," he said. Atemu mumbled something in return as he went along with Yuugi.
"I have the very distinct feeling that we're going to see this young man a lot more often," Yuugi said as soon as they were in the bedroom.
"I share your sentiment," Atemu said and he sounded rather content.
"Are you sure? Am I hearing this correctly? Finally, there's someone who's meeting your requirements?"
"He has a pleasant disposition, he is about to graduate with excellent grades, he knows how to hold up a conversation, he is polite…"
"So he's ticking almost all of your boxes," Yuugi said and poked him in the side.
"Ah! Aibou!" Atemu shook his head. "I did not say that. At least he holds up to some of my standards."
"You're impossible!" Yuugi huffed, and then jumped on him for a tickle attack.
"I can't believe we're going to see Bakura-kun and Malik-kun today," Yuugi said, rubbing his hands in anticipation. Atemu checked the clock.
"What time will they be here again?"
"In another hour… provided that public transportation cooperates." Yuugi tapped Atemu on the nose. "You'll behave, right?"
"Why am I the one who needs to 'behave'? I have to behave when our future son-in-law is visiting, I have to behave when we have visitors…"
"You scared the crap out of Isao-kun," Yuugi reminded him, "when you started talking about Ancient Egyptian shadow games at dinner! You made your point very clear. Hopefully he's still brave enough to propose to Tzuziko-chan."
"If he is not, he was never a suitable candidate in the first place," Atemu muttered. Yuugi stifled his laughter.
"Admit it, you'll never think there's going to be a suitable candidate for our daughter. Just admit it, mou hitori no boku."
Atemu opened his mouth to retort, on which Yuugi had preyed and he immediately kissed him. Returning the kiss, Atemu tilted his head and closed his eyes, reveling in the attention.
"We should not get… involved like this," he breathed into the kiss. "We would not want to treat our guests to certain indecent exposure, would we?"
"You can expose me indecently anytime," Yuugi said, "but you're right; they can arrive any moment now." Another kiss and Yuugi's knees got weak. He wanted more, and not just kissing; how could Atemu invoke such strong reactions in him, even after all those years? Sometimes it seemed that they responded more intense, even with just a kiss, especially after all those years. Reluctantly, he broke up the kiss, but made sure to keep touching Atemu, gazing into his eyes until a modest knock on the door announced the arrival of their guests, and Yuugi hurried to open the door.
"Bakura-kun!" Yuugi received him enthusiastically.
"Yuugi-kun," Bakura Ryou said, his voice soft and polite, "so nice to see you! Atemu-san, what a pleasure to see you too!"
"Bakura," Atemu greeted him as he stood next to Yuugi. His eyes traveled briefly towards Bakura's chest, but he wasn't wearing any pendant, and certainly not the Ring. If Bakura already noticed, he didn't let it show and he bowed to the both of them, smiling pleasantly. He hadn't changed much, appearance-wise; he still wore his hair long, framing his pale face, yet his eyes showed much more maturity and experience than his apparent age. The same eyes as anyone chosen by the Sennen Items, or so Yuugi thought. He reached for the suitcase from the next guest, Malik Ishtar.
"Malik-kun, so good to see you," Yuugi greeted him. "Let me take your suitcase! It looks heavy."
"No worries," Malik answered. "Yuugi, nice to see you," he said, and to Atemu: "Pharaoh." A moment of awkward silence followed.
"Welcome to our home," Atemu broke the silence. "We will go upstairs, so please follow us." As they climbed the stairs, Yuugi noticed Bakura looking around, curiously.
"That's right, you've never been here before, have you, Bakura-kun?"
"No, not that I can remember," Bakura said. His face was open and friendly; he wasn't hiding from the truth that he, in his younger years, didn't remember much of what happened when the Spirit of the Ring possessed him. Yuugi recalled his visit to Bakura's apartment, just before he and his friends were trapped by said Spirit in a dark RPG. "I do know your grandfather had a Game Shop. Everyone at school talked about it!"
"I know," Yuugi said. Duel Monsters had been huge in those days, and everyone had been jealous at Yuugi for having unlimited access to cards. At least, so they thought; the truth was, that his grandfather simply couldn't give him cards for free, that would come out of his own pocket. He might have had an easier access to the cards and booster packs, but that didn't mean he could just pick and choose.
He dragged the suitcase upstairs and showed Malik and Bakura his mother's bedroom, now featuring as the guestroom. Yuugi apologized for not having a large enough bed for the two of them. "I'm sorry, I should've thought of it sooner," he said. "The bed isn't wide enough for the both of you. I'll go get an extra futon."
"I'll help you," Bakura said and followed Yuugi to his grandfather's room, where the extra bedding and bed linens were kept. Yuugi had refused to change anything after his grandfather had passed away and in time, the room had slowly turned into extra storage of household items.
"You don't have to go through all that trouble, Yuugi-kun," Bakura said. "I don't mind. I'll just snuggle up closer to Malik." Before Yuugi could react, he continued: "If he allows me to, though. He tosses and turns all the time. He's still afraid of the dark, you know. He sleeps with a nightlight on for as long as I know him. Not even my presence can soothe him."
Yuugi opened the cupboard to pull out blankets and pillows. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said. "How about you, Bakura-kun? Are you afraid of the dark as well?"
"I find it oddly comforting, soothing," Bakura answered. "I've never been afraid of the dark, not even after all that happened. I know…" he hesitated, "I know he wasn't like your Pharaoh, Yuugi-kun. I'm glad that you're with Atemu-kun, it's so obvious that you two make each other very happy. No hard feelings, otherwise I wouldn't be here... 'my' Spirit never scared me. I wasn't much aware of his presence anyway. I couldn't care less about what he did to me, but him hurting my friends… that was painful."
Yuugi pulled out another blanket. "Do you miss him?" he asked.
Bakura showed him a wistful smile. "Not really." He didn't completely deny that he missed him. "Though, when we got back from Egypt I did envy you, because you had your Pharaoh and I had nothing."
Yuugi carried a stack of pillows. "I'm so sorry, Bakura-kun. I haven't been a very good friend to you."
"That's not true, Yuugi-kun. We can't control everything in our lives and what happened to us was so unique and so strange… how were we supposed to deal with that, while we were so young? The Ring and its Spirit happened, but it's over now. I was alone, but ever since I'm with Malik, I've never felt alone anymore."
"I'm glad to hear that." They went back to the guestroom to put down the extra futon. Atemu reached for Yuugi to help, but it was set up in a minute and Yuugi could handle it himself.
"Would you like to rest up a little bit after your travel? Freshen up?" he asked. "You must be hungry!"
"I'd love to freshen up," Bakura said. "We've been on the plane for over ten hours, and we had to arrive at the airport early, traveling from the desert…"
"All right, freshen up you two and I'll make sure there's something to eat. After that, you go rest, okay? All those different time zones are difficult to adjust to and you both have dark circles under your eyes."
"If it's not an inconvenience…" Malik said.
"Of course not!" Yuugi beamed at him. "There's plenty of time to catch up." He had at least one lunch planned with all their friends so they could meet and talk to Bakura and Malik as well. After explaining the details of the house, he left the two alone and went with Atemu into the kitchen to get dinner started. Soon, they heard the shower run. Yuugi stirred in pots and pans while Atemu helped out, the atmosphere cozy and kind. An hour later, all the food was ready and Bakura was the first to enter the kitchen, fresh and clean. Yuugi was glad to see the gentle look on his face, his dark brown eyes open and friendly, only now surrounded by small wrinkles from his age. His hair was still the striking bone-white color, the same length and style. It suited him; it was weird to think of Bakura with short hair.
"You look great, Bakura-kun," Yuugi said. Despite living in Egypt for so long, Bakura hadn't developed a tan, he was still as pale as he used to be.
"You certainly have passed the test of time, Yuugi-kun," Bakura winked at him. "People still hold you for much younger than you really are?" He was referring to the time when Yuugi, short and child-like, was always mistaken for a lower grade student while he was already in High School. Yuugi was grateful that he had grown a few inches, and his face had lost the chubbiness and childlike proportions. He had very few wrinkles and looked around his thirties, much to his own amusement and - sometimes - annoyance.
"A youthful look works in my favor," he returned the joke.
"And you, Atemu-kun," Bakura said, "it sounds weird coming from me, but you have always been handsome. Age has added such a depth to you, as a genuine Pharaoh."
"Thank you," Atemu said, looking very pleased. He had shown grey hair ever since his early thirties, but no grey hair or wrinkle had made Yuugi love him any less.
"Are we comparing age and beauty?" Malik asked as he showed up in the kitchen.
Yuugi smiled at him. "You haven't changed a bit either, Malik-kun! You don't look much older since the last time I saw you."
Malik returned the smile. "Lots of sun and vitamin D, plenty of vegetables and no meat," he said. "The recipe for a youthful look." His tan had deepened throughout the years, as well as the color of his hair; the platinum-blonde strands having turned into a sandy shade, still a contrast with the color of his skin, just like his conspicuous lavender eyes.
"I'm sorry, I don't have any Egyptian dishes prepared for you tonight," Yuugi apologized.
"That's okay," Malik answered. "I can teach you how to make baba ganoush, if you like. I was looking forward to some authentic Japanese food anyway."
Pleased, Yuugi turned off the oven. He had remembered that Malik was a vegetarian and assumed Bakura shared this lifestyle, and so he had prepared all kinds of vegetable dishes, as well as fried rice. He put the bowls and plates down: grilled eggplant and asparagus, edamame, stir-fried spinach with sesame seeds and a miso dressing, a mix of tempura fried vegetables and last but not least, a cucumber salad. Both Bakura and Malik were impressed by Yuugi's culinary skills, and they eagerly sat down at the table. Bakura inhaled the scent of the prepared food.
"It's been a while since I've eaten this," he said. "Itadakimasu!"
"Itadakimasu!" the others repeated and picked up their chopsticks.
"Is there any chance we'll see your children, Yuugi-kun?" Bakura asked after a while.
"Yes, certainly," Yuugi answered. "Akina-chan is at a friend's house, she'll be home later."
"She's going to graduate from Domino High this year, right? It seems like ages since we went there."
"Yes, she'll graduate just before her 18th birthday. We're going to attend the ceremony of course, and then the entire class performs a play in honor of the graduation. Akina has the leading part, she was so excited about it!"
"She loves to act, you mentioned that in your e-mails." Bakura put his empty bowl on the table, and Yuugi was quick to fill it again. "What kind of school is she going to attend next?"
"She wants to go to a performing arts school," Atemu took over. "Previously, she wanted to go to New York, but we were not really happy about that idea. We have faith in Akina, but we were not exactly convinced that she could make it all across the ocean, on her own. She is applying to the Masuda Performing Arts School now, for which she needs to prepare an audition with self-written material."
"She has to be very creative, then," Malik commented.
"Oh yes, Akina made up an entire fantasy world since she was little," Yuugi said. "She even used to have her own fantasy language, but she never spoke it again as she grew up."
Bakura helped himself to some more edamame, gently donating some of his portion to Malik. It was a very cute gesture, and Yuugi was glad that Bakura felt comfortable enough to do this; judging from Malik's reaction, it was something that he did quite often. "Your eldest daughter is a physician already?"
"Not yet. Tzuziko is almost done with her medical residencies," Atemu said. "She comes home in the weekend, if she is not spending time with Isao."
"She has a boyfriend?"
"Yes, and it's quite serious. She introduced us to him officially last weekend," Yuugi said, amusedly.
"Nice." Malik dutifully ate the edamame, looking pleased with the offered food. "Your daughters are doing quite well," he said. "How about your son?"
"Kazuo-kun lives with us," Yuugi answered. "He wants to find an apartment to live together with his biological mother, but well… the market isn't that easy for two people with very little income."
"In your latest e-mail, you mentioned that he hasn't found a direction in life," Bakura said.
"True. He still hasn't, unfortunately." Yuugi stared at his empty bowl. "He can't hold a job because of his… substance abuse problem. He's not using cocaine or heroine, but I'm afraid it's only a matter of time. He went to a rehab per the court's orders and he finished the program, but we don't really know what's going on with him. He's closing himself off so much right now."
"That's difficult, Yuugi-kun." Bakura had finished eating. Almost all the plates and bowls were empty, safe for a few grilled asparagus. A slightly awkward silence fell and Malik steered the conversation into a different direction.
"It's nice to be in Japan again. It feels familiar, even though I haven't been here in ages."
"Your accent has grown quite heavy," Yuugi teased him.
"No wonder, I haven't used spoken the language in a long time," Malik defended himself, all in good nature. "I spoke Japanese at the beginning of our relationship, but now he speaks Egyptian as fluently as I do, only he didn't pick up an accent."
"Bakura-kun, you must've stood out at first," Yuugi said as he got up to clear the empty plates.
Bakura pointed at his hair. "I still do, but once I open my mouth and speak Egyptian, people are quick to accept me. It makes for a good conversation starter."
"You have to tell us more about your work, when you both have fully rested," Atemu said.
"Ah, before I forget," Malik said and pulled out a box, "I've brought something with me."
"You didn't need to, Malik-kun," Yuugi said. "You're our guest!"
"It's something I think you'll appreciate," Malik said, turning towards Atemu. "It's been in our tribe for centuries. My sister kept them at her apartment, but when she heard I was going to Japan, she asked me to return it to their rightful owner."
"Rightful owner…?" Atemu parroted, surprised. Yuugi forgot all about dessert and sat down again, as Atemu took the box and opened it. "Oh!"
"Mou hitori no boku," Yuugi gasped. Cushioned in a velvet layer, two golden bracers shone at them. They were almost exactly like the bracers Atemu used to wear as a Pharaoh, as far as his restored memories had taught him. He stared at them in disbelief.
"I don't think that they're the originals," Malik said, "but they look very similar, and we thought it was fitting."
"This is too much of a gift," Atemu said. "I cannot accept this."
"Please do," Malik said. "You're the most suitable person for this. They belong with you."
"Try them on," Yuugi encouraged him. Hesitantly, Atemu picked up the bracers and put them on, one by one. They fit perfectly. Yuugi put his hand on Atemu's wrist, on top of the bracer.
"They belong with you indeed," he said. "But this is really too great of a gift, Malik-kun."
"I'm happy that they're with you now," he said. "They were restless at my sister's place, and I didn't want to have them either. I didn't want them to end up in a museum, when there's a real-life Pharaoh walking around."
"Thank you," Atemu said softly, overwhelmed.
"You're very welcome." Malik seemed pleased, then stifled a huge yawn.
"We've been well received and well-fed," Bakura quipped, "but now we'd like to retire, with your permission."
"You don't have to ask permission, Bakura-kun, this house is your house," Yuugi said. "But you're excused. Go to bed, you two."
Atemu was still staring at the bracers as they left. Yuugi touched his wrist again.
"It's really wonderful," he said.
"Amazing," Atemu said. He kept staring and turning his wrists around, admiring the craftsmanship. "They look very much like the ones I used to wear… this is truly beautiful and such a wonderful gift."
"It is," Yuugi said and nuzzled him. "We've been truly blessed with our friends, mou hitori no boku. You're looking more and more like your ancient self. Just warn me before you start wearing a crown and sexy short skirts."
"Aibou…"
"We forgot about dessert," Yuugi said. "Who's up for some mochi?"
Yuugi had taken a couple of days off to accommodate his guests. For Akina, it was a regular school day and in the early morning, he bumped into her on his way to the kitchen.
"Good morning, Hikari Papa," she said. "I'll be home in time for dinner today!"
"That's great, Akina-chan," he answered. "Do your best, all right?"
She nodded and went downstairs. Yuugi yawned and walked into the kitchen, only to be greeted by Bakura. He snapped his jaws shut.
"Sorry!"
Bakura grinned. "Good morning, Yuugi-kun."
"I should've known you're an early riser." Yuugi hurried to the kitchen counter and noticed that tea was already brewing.
"Akina-chan made it," Bakura said. "I helped myself to a cup. Your youngest is really a lovely girl to talk to."
"She has a big, warm heart," Yuugi said. "She makes friends very easily." Akina could also be incredibly selfish, but her good traits outweighed the bad. Bakura nodded and sipped his tea. Yuugi set himself to preparing breakfast. He wondered if he'd dare to ask Bakura the question that was on his mind since he had arrived with Malik from Egypt. It was such a personal question, and Yuugi didn't like to pry… but he was very curious. He took a deep breath. "Bakura-kun, did you ever consider having children?"
"I've never seen children as a requisite for a relationship," he answered, not offended or taken aback by the question. "Malik was too afraid, and it was a fear I couldn't take away. So we didn't have them."
"What was he afraid of?"
"That he would do the same to them as his father did," Bakura said.
Yuugi shivered at the memory of Malik's darker side, which had emerged during the Battle City tournament. A violent entity created by the hate, anger and resentment Malik had felt, an entity feasting on his negative emotions and the trauma when the Pharaoh's memories were carved into Malik's back, by his own father. Bakura himself hadn't seen this darker side, but he knew enough to realize why Yuugi shivered.
"Some wounds are simply too deep," Yuugi said.
"Yes, they are." Bakura sipped his tea.
"What would you like for breakfast?"
"Do you have any fava beans in the house?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Yuugi felt like a fool. "I have no Egyptian food."
"That's all right. Let's just make an omelet," Bakura said.
"Did you see Atemu by any chance?" Yuugi asked as he retrieved the eggs from the cabinet.
"He went downstairs, probably to his store," Bakura said.
"Yes, there's always something to do in the store." Yuugi cracked the eggs into a bowl.
"Life with the Pharaoh treats you right," Bakura said, without any jealousy. "You look very, very happy, Yuugi-kun."
"I'm very happy indeed!" Yuugi beamed at him. "I have the best partner I could ever wish for, I have a wonderful job and amazing children, and I have exceptional friends. What more could I want?"
"I'm very happy too," Bakura said, with a matching smile. Yuugi took out the cooking utensils to prepare the omelet.
"Bakura-kun, if you don't mind me asking… when did you know?"
"About what I felt for Malik?" Bakura tilted his head a little. "I didn't fall for Malik because he was a man. I fell for him as a person, regardless of his gender. And you?"
"I was first afraid of him," Yuugi said. "I had these gaps in my mind, those black-outs you know all too well. I regained consciousness in strange places, in weird situations, and people were hurt. I became fully aware of his presence when my soul was captured in the Monster World RPG your Other Self set up."
"Thank you," Bakura said.
Yuugi was a bit confused. "For what?"
"For calling him my 'Other Self'," Bakura replied. "I know he wasn't the most sympathetic person around, but I refuse to think of him as evil incarnated. I'm not defending his actions, Yuugi-kun, or condoning them. But he was a person. He once was a human too, no matter how dark his intentions."
"I know," Yuugi said. "Atemu told me about your Other Self's past. He might not be the other half of your soul, the way I feel for Atemu, but he was a part of you."
"He was," Bakura agreed. Yuugi beat the eggs and poured them into the hot pan.
"When he almost made Kaiba-kun jump off of the edge of Pegasus' castle in Duelist Kingdom," Yuugi said, returning back to the previous topic, "I was so afraid. I was overwhelmed by his choice to take Kaiba-kun down, no matter what. His ruthlessness scared me, and that was the moment I became fully aware that there was someone else sharing my body, mind and soul; someone with his very own personality, thoughts and feelings. It was weird at first, but during everything we went through, we became friends and partners. I realized I loved him at the end of the Ceremonial Duel, when he was about to leave."
"Ah yes, I remember that moment," Bakura said. "We all cried with joy and relief when the Gods allowed him to stay. Except for Kaiba, of course. I think he was just annoyed that everyone was so emotional."
"Well, we know Kaiba-kun," Yuugi said, "but I seriously think he was relieved as well. Even though they never dueled each other again and don't have much contact, I'm convinced that Kaiba-kun was glad he got to stay."
"It's easy to think that he has a heart of stone, but you work for him, Yuugi-kun. You would know better."
Yuugi swirled the pan around. "Kaiba-kun really isn't that bad, but you really have to know him. He probably doesn't make much sense to an outsider, as driven and dedicated as he is… but as long as you get to know him better, you see his other side, caring for his brother and his employees, believe it or not. A tough side and a soft side." He grinned. Even after all these years, Kaiba still didn't show his softer side much often. "So, what's on your program for today?"
Bakura and Malik were visiting Japan because of the Ancient Cultures Symposium. Malik was invited to speak about the influence of the Ancient Egypt culture and traditions on modern-life Egypt, whereas Atemu was invited to speak about Ancient Egyptian artifacts, as part of the culture. Yuugi wasn't so keen on lectures or symposia; it was often boring and long-winded, but he was happy to make an exception for this particular event as he wanted to hear both Atemu and Malik speak. It was going to be a busy day and tomorrow he would treat his guests to lunch with all of their friends.
"I'll be finished in a minute," Yuugi said as Atemu entered the kitchen. Bakura looked up surprised, as he hadn't heard him come in.
"Good morning, Atemu-kun," he said.
"Good morning, Bakura," Atemu returned the greeting. "Did you sleep well?"
"Like a rock! We were so tired from all the traveling. We have a hectic program the next days, so we need to be rested."
A yawning Malik joined them in the kitchen, his hair tousled. He sleepily pressed a kiss to Bakura's cheek. "Malik… we're not at home!"
The Egyptian shot awake, but Yuugi smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, we're used to that kind of stuff," he said. "I'm wondering why I haven't been kissed yet, but I know Pharaohs are a little reserved in the company of others."
"Sorry," Malik apologized. "I wasn't thinking."
"No need to apologize," Yuugi said. "I'm glad you feel comfortable enough at our home to act like you always do. Now, how would you like your omelet?"
Neither Yuugi nor Atemu wanted to monopolize their guests' time and they agreed to meet up after the symposium was over. That left them completely free to visit the presentations and lectures they wanted, as there was much to see and to do. Fortunately, Atemu's and Malik's lectures weren't scheduled simultaneously so they could hear each other speak. Yuugi attended both lectures, even if he was a little bored; he was happy to see the both of them in their element, talking about the things they loved. After the symposium was over, they got together for evening dinner at a small, cozy hibachi restaurant, where they discussed plans for tomorrow. Bakura wanted to show Malik around Domino City and revisit the apartment building where he had lived, like a trip down memory lane. Yuugi told his guests about his plans for lunch at Fujikawa's, with all of their friends. The restaurant had always been one of his favorites. It had changed owners in the course of the years but it still remained the same, with good food and comfortable seats. A bit of Yuugi's own feelings of nostalgia came into play: he had had lunch with Jounouchi and Honda at Fujikawa's often, back in the days when they were at the start of their careers. Bakura enthusiastically accepted the invitation, with Malik being a bit hesitant, but everyone assured him that there were no hard feelings left. The past was the past, and everyone knew about his unique background. Relieved, Malik also accepted the invitation and they enjoyed a very nice ice cream dessert before going home again.
It was wonderful to see everyone together again, gathered at a large table. When Yuugi, Atemu, Malik and Bakura arrived, the others had already taken a seat: Anzu, Jounouchi, Honda and Otogi. Excited, they exchanged greetings, treating Malik and Bakura to a warm welcome. Despite everything, Yuugi noticed that Malik still was a little nervous, even though Battle City had been decades ago. Jounouchi welcomed him as a long lost friend, which took away the last of his reservations. Of course they wanted to know how life was in Egypt and pictures were shared; Anzu always carried pictures of her children with her.
"Your daughter looks so much like you, Anzu-chan," Bakura said. "Is she going to study dance too?"
"She wanted to," Anzu said, sounding a little wistful. "She did take ballet and modern dance, but it was too difficult for her. Izumi unfortunately hasn't inherited all of my dance genes and it was physically too much. She's still in High school, she's a year younger than Akina-chan, so she has some time left to settle for a different career. But it was really a blow to her self-esteem, as she wanted to become a dancer just like me."
"And your son?" Malik asked, looking at the picture.
"Tanaka's very much into sports," Anzu beamed with pride. "He's not interested into following into his father's footsteps. Warimi doesn't mind, though it's a bit ambivalent. He'd love to see his son take over the business after his retirement, but on the other hand, he wants Tanaka to do what he wants with his life and not feel forced to do anything that makes him unhappy. Warimi, as the oldest son in his family, was all but predestined to take over his father's and grandfather's business. He wants it to be his son's own choice, instead of feeling pressured into a career he doesn't really want." Her husband, Hitsumono Warimi, was the executive manager of a chain of local supermarkets.
"What about you, Jounouchi-kun?" Bakura asked. "Yuugi-kun wrote me you have children too."
"Yeah, I'm pretty much the fun dad," Jounouchi said, with a little bit of self-deprecation. He had three children from two long-lasting relationships. Never having married and being single at the moment, he cared a lot about his children, but their mothers took the main responsibilities and care for them. Jounouchi supported them financially and made sure to see his kids on a regular basis. He showed Bakura and Malik the pictures he had on his smartphone.
"I'm a late bloomer," he said, winking at Yuugi. "My kids are relatively young, compared to the others. I wished the relationship would've worked out, but unfortunately we weren't that lucky."
"But you still see your children, don't you?" Bakura asked.
"Yes, I do. I'm on good terms with both my exes," Jounouchi answered. "If there are any issues, they ask for my opinion and I help with raising the children. Even though we don't live together, we're a family and we live in fairly harmony. It's just too bad that we couldn't keep the relationship going."
Honda patted his best friend sympathetically on the shoulder. He was a notorious bachelor, having had short-term relationships but choosing to live his life on his own, without a partner. That didn't mean he was an egotistic, selfish man. He enjoyed the company of his younger nieces and nephews, but didn't have any wish for a child himself. "I could see Yuugi becoming a dad, but Jounouchi? I knew he could spawn three little monkeys, but to actually raise them?"
"Honda!" Jounouchi wasn't that offended, it was all good banter. Otogi shook his head, all too familiar with this kind of verbal exchange. He was in Japan for business, and he showed the pictures of his marriage to an American girl, also working in the gaming business. He lived in the United States and visited Japan occasionally for his Black Crown store. Recently, he had told Yuugi in one of his emails that his marriage was in bad shape and he asked for his discretion as to not mention it to the rest of their friends, as he didn't want them to worry. Yuugi would never break his trust and when Otogi was asked about his personal life, he simply commented that he was married, no children, and changed the topic to his store and future plans. Lunch was over far too soon and it was time to leave the restaurant. They had already taken far more time than anyone would ever spend on lunch, just to catch up and talk. The owner of Fujikawa's never shooed his patrons away, happy to see them all in a good mood, but it was getting dangerously close to dinner time if they kept hanging around...
"It was great seeing you all," Bakura said as everybody rose from the table.
"It sure was," Jounouchi answered. "Keep in touch, okay?"
"We will," Bakura promised. After hugging, shaking hands and kisses for Anzu, everyone said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. Yuugi and Atemu returned home as Bakura was going to show Malik around town. Yuugi logged into the KaibaCorp. network to see if he had any urgent emails, while Atemu went about his business.
"Mou hitori no boku," Yuugi called out when Atemu passed by, "everything okay?"
"Yes, why?"
"You were a little silent during lunch," Yuugi asked. He closed his email program. "Are you okay?"
"I am fine," Atemu insisted. "Our guests stay until Saturday, right? Do you have any plans for the weekend?"
"Well, Tzuziko-chan will be home," Yuugi said. "I didn't plan anything in particular. After seeing Bakura-kun and Malik-kun out, I was thinking of a nice, relaxed weekend."
"That sounds good to me," Atemu said. "Did you check your e-mail?"
"Mou hitori no boku, you're very bad at distracting me," Yuugi said, albeit amused. "I can feel your restlessness. What's going on?"
Atemu shrugged, a gesture he didn't do much often. Yuugi got up from his chair and closed the distance between them. He wrapped his arms around him. He didn't press matters, he simply waited for the other to start talking.
"I have spoken to Malik," Atemu said as he moved his arms around Yuugi, pulling him closer.
"And?"
"I do not know," Atemu said. "I guess… I wanted to hear about Egypt as much as possible."
"Oh, mou hitori no boku… why didn't you say so?" Yuugi hugged him. "I promise you, we'll visit Egypt one of these days." His heart ached. During all his years as a stay at home-dad, taking care of the kids, the Game Shop, his own store, Sugoroku and Yusuke, Atemu had never asked much for himself. Traveling to Egypt was his biggest wish though, and Yuugi had known from the start. When he had arrived in Egypt for the Ceremonial Duel, Atemu hadn't taken the opportunity to take in his surroundings, for which he blamed himself afterwards. Yuugi told him that he shouldn't feel guilty, as the impending Duel and its consequences weighed heavily on his mind back then and there had been no time to go sightseeing in the first place. Yuugi wanted nothing for his beloved Pharaoh to return for a visit to his native country. He knew it was an expensive holiday, and they had to support their family first. Tzuziko would graduate from medical school soon, but they would still support her financially as she didn't make enough money off of her medical residencies but to pay rent, food and some basic bills. Akina had her sights set on an expensive private performing arts school and Kazuo was still at home too, not contributing anything in the financial department. Atemu's store wasn't a big, thriving store to make a regular, stable income, so almost everything was done on Yuugi's salary. KaibaCorp. paid him well, but Yuugi knew they needed every yen. He didn't know how much of the stock was left that Pegasus gifted him with when he sold Industrial Illusions to KaibaCorp.. Yuugi was well aware of medical schools not coming cheap, and the cost of living wasn't all that cheap either. Atemu made sure that Yuugi got his monthly allowance, but he hardly bought anything for himself aside from jewelry, for which he saved up diligently. Yuugi hugged him even tighter.
"One day, we'll go there, mou hitori no boku," he said, taking a solemn vow to get Atemu to Egypt, even if he had to save up his own allowance for the trip. "We'll go there."
"I know," Atemu said and the faith and trust in his voice calmed Yuugi down.
"Did I tell you today that I love you?"
"No, you did not."
"I love you," Yuugi mumbled against his chest. "I love you I love you I love you I love you."
"I love you too, aibou," Atemu said.
When Saturday rolled around, it was time to say goodbye to Bakura and Malik. They had packed their luggage and were ready to leave. Yuugi hugged them exuberantly, whereas Atemu, more distant, just shook hands. The guests were escorted to the subway station, where more hugs and goodbyes were exchanged. Of course, Bakura and Malik offered the same hospitality should Yuugi and Atemu ever visit Egypt, inviting them into their house. Much too soon to Yuugi's liking, the subway arrived. Bakura and Malik had a plane to catch and they promised to send word immediately when they had returned home safely. Yuugi remained standing and waving goodbye until the subway was well out of sight, then he dropped his arm again. He turned to look at Atemu.
"Are you okay, mou hitori no boku?"
"I am fine, aibou," Atemu said. His restlessness was gone, albeit not completely. Yuugi smiled at him.
"Come on, let's go home," he said. "Tzuziko-chan said she wanted to talk to us as soon as we get back. It was nice that she could meet Bakura-kun and Malik-kun too, right?"
"Yes, it was. I wonder what she wants to talk to us about?"
"Maybe it has something to do with Isao-kun? Oh, what if he has proposed to her?"
"Aibou, please," Atemu said. "Tzuziko said that she did not want to get married until she had finished her studies."
"Well, she's almost done with her residencies. Who knows…"
At home, Tzuziko waited for them in the living room, a book resting in her lap. "I wished the guest could've stayed longer," she said. "It was very interesting to talk to them. They were really kind."
"They were really happy to meet you too, Tzuziko-chan," Yuugi said.
"Did they meet Kazuo-kun?" she asked. Atemu shook his head. No one said a thing, but shared the same thought: Kazuo had enough difficulties handling one same-sex pairing, two was far too much for him. He hadn't been at home for over a week. Yuugi had a strong inkling where Kazuo was staying, and he didn't like it one bit.
"So, what is it that you want to talk to us about?" Atemu said as he sat down, Yuugi settling next to him on the sofa.
"I've found an apartment in the Konoe district," Tzuziko said, abrupt as always. "It'll free up in another month or two, just as I finished my residency."
"But Tzuziko-chan, you don't have a job yet," Yuugi said. "How are you going to afford an apartment?"
The girl beamed. "I already have job offers," she said. "I don't have to worry about it at all!"
"That is amazing," Atemu said, pride filling his voice. "There is always need for a good and devoted physician like yourself, Tzuziko."
She was pleased to hear it. "Thank you, otou-sama. I'll be glad to leave campus. I had a good time there, but it's time to start living on my own."
"So that means…" Yuugi's face faltered, as the consequence dawned to him. "You're going to leave the house, Tzuziko-chan?"
She nodded. "Yes, otou-san. You won't have to pay my bills anymore. I'm going to take care of myself."
"You're not a burden, Tzuziko-chan," Yuugi said. He knew how much she hated to be dependent on her parents' financial support, but it was simply impossible to study at medical school and hold down a job at the same time.
"Why do you not take a holiday after your graduation, before plunging yourself into work?" Atemu asked. "There are plenty of years ahead of you that you can dedicate to your profession, Tzuziko. You deserve some time for yourself after studying so hard for so long."
"You and Isao-kun," Yuugi added. "Regard it as our graduation gift to you."
"I don't want you to pay anything for me anymore." Tzuziko stubbornly shook her head.
"As your birthday gift, then," Yuugi insisted. "Take some time off, Tzuziko-chan, please."
She wasn't that hard to sway; after all, she had been studying for over seven years non-stop and he could see how his offer was tempting her. "All right, otou-san."
"It is arranged, then," Atemu said, sounding pleased. "Where is this apartment, exactly? Can we see it?"
"Sure," Tzuziko said. "I'll receive the key from the previous tenants in two weeks. I'll ask Isao-kun to help me to move my stuff. If it's all right with you, otou-san, otou-sama, I'd like to take the furniture from my bedroom with me."
"But of course, Tzuziko-chan." Yuugi figured that the apartment needed some remodeling, perhaps some renovation work and his daughter might not have enough money afterwards to spend on all new furniture… or she could just be attached to the furniture she already had. He tried to ignore the knot in his stomach. Tzuziko was really going to leave the parental house. He was sure Atemu was feeling the same, a little distressed at the thought of her actually leaving. It was to be expected, of course. She had finished her studies and she was ready to start living life on her own. Tzuziko was smart and independent and would never get herself into trouble like Kazuo or walk with her head in the clouds like Akina. With Isao at her side, who loved and supported her, she would do great as an adult. It was her time, but this moment marked an important milestone in her parents' life as well.
"Don't worry, I'll come over from time to time," she said. "I still live in Domino City. I'm not that far away."
"You're going to start your own life now, Tzuziko-chan," Yuugi said. "Your father and I want to be a part of it, but you have your job and your boyfriend to think of..."
She smiled. "I want you both to be a big part of it. I have a lot to thank you for. I'm not sure if I'd been able to study and develop myself like this if I had other parents."
"You would have found your way no matter where you grew up," Atemu said, "and I am very grateful if I have been able to help you along the way."
"You taught me how to read and how to study with diligence and discipline, otou-sama," Tzuziko said. "You always supported me, no matter how difficult my homework was. I'm not sure if you like the idea, but I'd love it if you were to use my bedroom as your study. It's way more spacious than your current study, and it would give me great satisfaction knowing that you'd prepare your lectures in there."
"That's a wonderful idea!" Yuugi looked at his partner. The former stockroom, adjacent to the Game Shop now turned antiquities store, had been remodeled into Kazuo's bedroom and Atemu's study. It was so small that only a desk and a chair with the necessary computer equipment fit in it, and Tzuziko's large bedroom with windows would be a much nicer environment.
"I like the idea as well," Atemu agreed. "We will make plans when the time is right. I would like to see your apartment first, Tzuziko."
"Of course!" She was pleased.
"Have you seen Akina-chan?" Yuugi asked.
"She went over to friends for more rehearsals of the school play," Tzuziko answered. "Has she already been accepted into that performing arts school?"
"No, not yet. We have a meeting with the director first," Yuugi said. "Akina-chan has to hold an audition and take an oral and written exam before they even consider enrolling her."
"At least it's not New York anymore," Tzuziko said. Just like her parents, she supported Akina's dreams of becoming an actress, but she didn't see her younger sister making it on her own in a big, dangerous city like New York. She got up from the sofa. "Would you like some tea?"
"Yes, thank you." Yuugi beamed at her, but as soon as she had left the living room, he curled up against Atemu. "You didn't see that coming, did you? Neither did I."
"We knew this moment would come, deep down in our hearts." Atemu pressed a kiss to his forehead. "One day, Akina and Kazuo will leave us too, spreading out their wings and fly…"
"They're not leaving us," Yuugi said. "I mean, they're not leaving us behind. They're leaving us to start their own life, as adults."
"We will be there, in the background, watchful," Atemu said. "We have to trust them, aibou. We raised them, we have to have faith that they can make it in this world. They are no longer small children."
"I feel old," Yuugi sighed dramatically.
"Not as old as I am," Atemu teased him. "You are only mid-forties, aibou. Such a pipsqueak!"
"Hey! I'm very, very young of heart!"
"Yes, you are, and you look like it too."
"That's not fair," Yuugi mock-pouted. "I can't help it that I don't have any grey hairs or wrinkles."
"You must tell me your beauty secret," Atemu said, bringing his face very close to Yuugi's.
He shivered in anticipation of a kiss. "Lots of love and attention from the other half of my soul," he said, and of course Atemu kissed him. He nipped at his lips. "Lots of kisses, lots of touches, lots of understanding… everything that you've given me, mou hitori no boku."
"Aibou," Atemu breathed against his lips as he moved up his hand to sink in Yuugi's hair. Tzuziko hollered from the kitchen: "Otou-san, otou-sama, stop smooching on the sofa! I'm coming in with the tea!"
Yuugi hated wearing a tie outside of his work, but he wanted to be dressed sharply this afternoon. Together with Atemu, he was going to meet up with Masuda Kameko, the director of the Masuda Performing Arts School. Yuugi had never heard of the school until Akina, after abandoning her plans to go to New York, had come up with the information. He had asked Anzu, with her extensive contacts in the world of dance and theatre, if she had heard of Masuda. Even though Anzu hadn't worked with Masuda herself, she had met the woman before and had been very impressed with her strict work ethic and dedication to her art. Yuugi was sort of glad that the parents had been personally invited to meet the director. He had no idea what a 'performing arts school' entailed, except for its quite expensive tuition fees; he wanted to know exactly what the school was going to teach Akina, and that it wasn't some kind of flimsy scam. He finished wrapping his tie and whistled at Atemu in his black outfit, as always looking stunning with the contrast between the rich, deep tan of his skin, his golden jewelry and the smooth fabric of his suit. The bruising on his forehead had disappeared, fortunately. The former Pharaoh showed him a lewd grin, knowing full well the effect he had on Yuugi.
"If only we didn't have that appointment," Yuugi sighed.
"Do not worry, aibou," Atemu said, his voice husky, "I will be more than happy to wear this on any other special occasion."
"Don't tempt me," Yuugi said.
"Hikari Papa! Yami Papa!" Akina yelled from down below, sounding anxious. "We have to leave now!"
"Coming!" Yuugi yelled in return. They went downstairs, where Akina was waiting for them. She had dressed up nicely and due to her make-up she looked a couple of years older; Yuugi assumed that she wanted to make a mature impression, but he'd rather seen her without the layers of make-up. He did compliment her on her looks and she smiled at him. She took Atemu by the arm, as always favoring her Yami Papa, and they left for their appointment.
"Mutou-sama? Masuda-san will receive you now," the secretary said. She waited for them to get up from the chairs in the cozy waiting room. Akina made eye contact with the both of them, failing to hide her anxiety. She had chattered non-stop on their way to the school, a modern building at the edge of the Yamamoto business district. As they waited, Yuugi overheard someone sing, as well as repeated piano chords. Large movie posters hung on the walls, and a large book with pictures and resumes of alumni was on the coffee table. Yuugi followed the secretary and walked with Atemu into Masuda's office, curious to meet the woman. Standing right next to a chrome desk was a small woman in general business attire, her hair cut short, yet stylish.
"Mutou-san, Mutou-sama," the woman said as she bowed to them. "I'm very glad that you could make it."
"Thank you for inviting us, Masuda-san," Yuugi said. She directed them to the seats in front of her desk.
"I always invite the parents," she said, her voice polite and curt, but not overly stern. "I want to talk to them myself, to make sure there are no misconceptions or misunderstandings about my school."
"There are?" Yuugi asked.
She showed him a small smile. "Plenty of parents who want to enroll their children at this school because they want to live their own dreams and ambitions through them, or they have the distorted idea that 'fortune and fame' come quick and easy, or they want to stall their children, who have no real direction in life yet, here because it looks 'fun' or 'artsy' to them."
"That is… daunting to hear," Yuugi said.
"Yes, it is. Hence my… precaution to talk to the parents first. My school isn't for the faint of heart, Mutou-san. It's real education, real training. I expect my students to work for their results, this isn't a movie club that 'does some acting stuff'. I've had people wanting to study here because they thought it was going to be watching movies and just having some fun. Yes, my students watch a lot of movies - but I expect a well-written, full analysis of the movie and in-depth character and acting technique studies. Everyone who turns in a paper with a line of "It was a good movie", automatically fails. Any questions so far?"
"I want to know if you offer regular education as well," Atemu asked.
"I expected this to be your first question, Mutou-sama. Allow me to reassure you. No student will leave my school uneducated, in the broad sense of the word. The main focus is on the performing arts of course, but I require my students to also study languages, culture, history, and geography. My highly professional teachers don't train their students to become airheads who can't hold a speech or don't know what's on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean."
Yuugi could see the appreciation in Atemu's eyes. He valued education highly, and one of his objections to a performing arts school had been indeed that it was only going to be about watching movies, and he feared Akina's education wouldn't be sufficient enough to help her through life. Masuda shifted in her seat and picked up the beige folder in front of her. She opened it.
"Mutou Akina," she said. "I really enjoyed reading her written motivation on her application. Without a doubt, she has well-known parents. Mutou-san, you make so many children happy with the games you design and develop. My two sons love to play Duel Monsters. Mutou-sama, of course I know your love for and support of the arts; thanks to your generous contribution and efforts, the Domino City kabuki theater could continue to perform. Your speech on the conversation of the ancient arts was truly inspiring. Your daughter speaks highly of the both of you, and she strives for your approval and recognition."
Yuugi was pleased with the compliments. "We're very proud of Akina-chan as well."
"Very good. A child needs its parents' support, and Akina-chan's going to need it. In my teachings, I don't sugarcoat the entertainment industry, be it singing, dancing or acting. I never project an intense romantic picture of a life in the spotlight. I also can't and won't guarantee a life in those spotlights; after graduating, my students have finished a well-rounded training, but there's never a guarantee that that someone will get all the parts he or she is auditioning for. Showbiz is fickle, very fickle. Your daughter, when accepted, will have a wonderful, but also a difficult time. My school doesn't pander or cater to egos. She'll have to work hard to bring out the best in her. She might have to get rid of friends who are trying to leech off of her, or holding her back. She might lose good friends who don't recognize her anymore or can't deal with her changing."
"That sounds rather harsh," Yuugi said and he exchanged a look with Atemu. "Akina-chan's very fond of her friends."
"To be honest, I do prefer students to enroll when they're a little bit older and have more life experience," Masuda admitted. "Akina-chan's barely eighteen, making her my youngest student if she gets accepted. It sounds rather harsh, but once again, I don't sugarcoat the industry. I prepare my students for a life in a cutthroat, killer environment that requires confidence, character and charisma. People will try to take advantage of her. People will fawn over her in the hopes to look better themselves."
"She already had a brush with a too much… devoted boyfriend," Yuugi said. He was getting a bit nervous. Was this the right school for Akina? His lovely, princess-like daughter with her big, warm and open heart was going to be destroyed by this school, with all this negative talk about people wanting to abuse her and staunch competition.
"Exactly." Masuda looked at Yuugi first, then at Atemu. "I'll also teach my students to deal with contracts, salary negotiations, self promotion and agents. My requirements are strict. I don't like to waste time or money. I rather put my effort into polishing raw talent, than producing a big-mouthed airhead."
"If Akina is accepted, what will she be looking at?"
"Hard work, but a lot will fuel her passion. I could almost taste it in her application, how much she wants to be an actress. I want to talk to her of course, and she'll have to audition for me, but she's very clear about her passion. But she's not going to make it on passion alone. Aside from the regular education, she'll learn about drama techniques, articulation, acting methods and she'll have to study the great classics in movies, books and art. That's just the first two years. Should she graduate, she can follow up with two more years: these years focus more on 'behind-the-scenes': producing, script writing, editing, directing. It's not going to be easy, but people with talent and dedication will rise up to the occasion and shine."
Yuugi looked once again at Atemu. Akina might really want it, but was it the right school for her?
"I know that you're fully supportive of Akina-chan," Masuda said. "However, I'm not sure if she's well aware of what she can expect out of my school."
"Akina-chan has lots of imagination, but she can have her head in the clouds," Yuugi said. "I don't like to see her disappointed, but that's also a part of being an actress, I guess."
"There'll be many more disappointments for her in the future, alas," Masuda said. "Like I said, I can't guarantee a smooth and flawless acting career. Showbiz is fickle. My school weeds out those who think they can make it in Hollywood fast, or think making big bucks is the best part of being an actor or actress. There are other schools to cater to that."
"I'm not sure if Akina-chan's going to like it here," Yuugi said, more to himself and Atemu than to Masuda.
"It is her choice," Atemu said, also pensively. "We should give her a chance. This is something she really wants, and we should not deny her to give it a try."
"Very well. I do ask for payment of the tuition upfront," Masuda said, "but should a student leave in the midst of the school year at my request or for failing classes, then the tuition will be reimbursed pro rata."
"Let's hope that's not necessary," Yuugi said. "She really wants this, like my partner said."
"If Akina-chan can be as tenacious and perseverant as she's passionate, then she should feel right at home," Masuda said. "Don't worry, Mutou-san, Mutou-sama. I didn't want to come across as a negative person. Rather, I'd like people to see me as cautious. It's very easy to promise the earth to someone, but I make no empty promises. Akina-chan will have fun here. She'll learn everything about performing, the golden sunshine that comes with it, as well as the dark rains."
"We understand," Yuugi said.
"Thank you so much for coming, Mutou-san, Mutou-sama. Now, I'd like to talk to Akina-chan," the woman said. Yuugi was glad the meeting was over; this woman was almost overwhelming in her sheer strictness and efficiency.
Akina was called into Masuda's office and smiled nervously at her fathers in passing. The door to the office was closed and the secretary offered tea or coffee, while they waited. Both Yuugi and Atemu accepted tea.
"So, what do you think?" Yuugi asked.
"It is a solid school," Atemu said. "I am very pleased that they offer regular education as well. Masuda seems like a very practical, efficient woman to me. She will not take kindly to arrogant, conceited behavior and she will not tell her students that it is all glitter and glamour. Akina wants to become an actress, this is her passion… we should encourage that passion and support her choice. Even when she ends up not liking it after all."
Yuugi checked if the secretary couldn't overhear him. "Can we afford this?" he asked, keeping his voice low.
"Yes," Atemu said. "Do not worry about financial matters."
"I don't," Yuugi answered. He trusted Atemu to take good care of their finances, as he had always done. "But Tzuziko-chan's education was expensive, and even though Pegasus-san's gift of his stock was nice, it's not infinite."
"It is not, indeed," Atemu said and he wanted to say more, but the secretary returned with the tea. Yuugi wrapped his hands around the cup and sipped the hot liquid; he would ask about the details later, this was hardly an environment to discuss money. They waited for Akina to finish up her meeting and when the door to Matsuda's office finally opened, she looked excited.
"I have an appointment for an audition!" she all but yelled.
"Great! Congratulations, Akina-chan!" As always, her excitement was contagious. Akina was a step further in the application process; if Masuda had thought she was without talent, she wouldn't bother giving her the opportunity to audition. Akina hopped from one foot to the other, unable to contain her excitement.
"Get your coat," Atemu said. "We will go home now."
"We're not far from Burger World," Yuugi said, giving Atemu a mischievous grin. "What about a nice burger to celebrate?"
"That would be wonderful, Hikari Papa!" She danced around Atemu. "Can we go there, Yami Papa? Can we go there? Please?" She knew he wasn't that keen on junk food, and her face lit up when he nodded.
"We shall go there," he said. Yuugi was excited as well, as if he was sixteen again and visiting Burger World with his friends. It didn't take long for them to reach the restaurant and Yuugi went about to get the food, while Atemu and Akina secured a nice table at the window. He returned with a plastic tray filled with fries, hamburgers and milkshakes; much more than he probably should've ordered, but he hadn't been at Burger World for a while and he wanted to indulge his family. Akina talked about the audition, a burger in one hand and a milkshake in the other; she was so excited that she almost forgot to take a bite. Yuugi, opposite of Atemu, was terribly amused by his well-dressed partner, eating some fries with the most serene dignity he could muster. He shoved a hamburger towards Atemu.
"Eat it, mou hitori no boku," he said. "It's greasy and delicious."
"If you want me to, aibou." He was probably the only patron to hold a napkin under the burger as he carefully took a bite. Akina was still so wrapped up in her upcoming audition, she didn't hear the monikers her fathers in general avoided to use in public. Burger World wasn't crowded at this hour so nobody had overheard. Yuugi sipped his milkshake, definitely a different taste after the hot tea he just had. Content, he watched Atemu and Akina. He wondered, though, if Akina really understood that she was setting herself up for a career that could be quite difficult. But as long as she had faith in herself and her abilities, it would be all right. She would be all right. He took another bite of his burger. Tzuziko was going to leave the house soon and Akina was going to a new school. A new step for both his daughters, a new step in their lives, and Yuugi and Atemu would be there along the way, for as long as they needed to be.