"Perfectly acceptable," Yami said serenely, gloating inwardly over his victory. He moved the washcloth and popped the top open on the first aid kit to find some ointment first.

Treating Yugi's neck didn't take long, but Yami took his time just to examine Yugi more thoroughly. He was short, no surprise; but then again, so was Yami. He didn't know if he was short in his previous life or just adopting Yugi's characteristics, but judging by that stone tablet their height was a trait they shared.

Almost identical hair, similar eyes, similar builds; Yami didn't see how it was possible that they could look so alike and be unrelated, but Yugi was certain that he was in no way, shape or form Egyptian. Even if he was...well, several thousand years was a long time. Long enough to erase most of his genes from the gene pool, even if he'd lived long enough to have children.

What an odd thought.

Yami was so used to being Yugi's age that he couldn't comprehend being anything else.

His hands stilled in winding the gauze around Yugi's neck until he caught himself and resumed, fastening the end down with some tape and stepping back. "Is that all right?"