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Something very strange was happening.

Yami didn't recall taking control of their body; it might've happened when they were asleep (which wouldn't be the first time). Yugi would sometimes inadvertently thrust Yami into control without even realizing he had, and he would wake up breathing and feeling things and all of that nonsense. Yami wouldn't even bat an eyelash as he'd simply seek Yugi out and gently coerce him back into his rightful place as his body's operator.

But it wasn't working this time. How odd. Yami couldn't even find Yugi; couldn't even retreat inside of their mind. So he opened his eyes-

Only to find himself face-to-face with the object of his confusion. "Oh," he said aloud.

Something very, very very strange.

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Yami, to his credit, didn't even bat an eye when Yugi settled himself atop of Yami. He did shift a little and attempt to look at Yugi after a few seconds of water dripping down his neck, though.

"What about you? The bruises on your neck are no less painful, aibou."

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"I'll get to them later. Yours are a lot worse than mine, mou hitori no boku."

He, too, shifted to reassure Yami with a smile. "Besides, they don't hurt that much anymore." That was a lie, and Yugi immediately felt bad for saying it. He also knew that Yami would be able to see right through it. They'd always been able to discern lie from truth when it came to each other.

"...sit down, Yugi."

Yami is okay with being babied if Yugi absolutely has to do it, but he'd been doted upon the entire morning and now Yugi's physical comfort was at stake. He rose to his feet to bully Yugi into a chair and fetch a washcloth for him, too.

"Wh-Hey!"

Unfortunately for Yugi, Yami was stronger than him, so even though he struggled, he still found himself wrestled into the chair. He blinked a few times, then turned around to glare at his other. This probably didn't have the effect he wanted it to. It never really did. If only his eyes were shaped to be a little more edgy...

"Mou hitori no boku!"

"Yes?" Yami didn't really pay the reprimand in his tone any mind, running the water until it's warm. He wets the washcloth, wrings it out and heads over to Yugi to fold it up and rest it on his neck in a mirror of what Yugi had done earlier.

Reminded, he removed the cloth from his own neck and started to rummage through the cabinets. "Where do you keep your bandages, aibou? I will tend to your wounds first."

"You should stay sitting down! I haven't finished with you, and..."

And Yami was still puttering around, ignoring his words. Gah, why was Yugi so useless most of the time? He turned and leaned his back against the chair, fiddling with the wet cloth a bit as he added on quietly, "You're always the one taking care of me."

But then in a louder tone, he answered Yami's question, flipping his hand in a gesture as he did so. "There's a few below the sink. We usually keep the rest in the bathroom."

"I only seem to be the one always caring for you because that is what you want to see." Yami didn't feel like getting into this argument again; he would tell Yugi that he was vital, important, that just being around him was doing so much and Yugi would blow him off. It wasn't annoying so much as it was...frustrating.

Yugi's self-esteem was still so low, even after all the success they'd been experiencing. What the hell does he need, a parade?

He crouched to open the cabinets beneath the sink, locating an emergency first-aid kit and bringing it over to the table as he continued. "I can wait. If you'd like a more rational explanation, then assume that if this were to end abruptly, your body would be the one to suffer the damage and I would return to being a bodiless spirit. I would rather you be treated first."

And if he wanted something more irrational, Yami had his 'I do what I want' explanation handy too.

A parade would probably just embarrass Yugi, and he wouldn't even see it since he'd be busy hiding his face in his hands. And to be fair, his self-esteem was certainly much higher than it had been. All thanks to his other self and his friends, really.

Yugi rested his chin in his hands and glanced up at his other, showing that he was listening. It made sense... sort of. He could still easily do this himself if that were the case. But Yami was even more stubborn than he was, so he knew he wasn't going to win. Instead, he sighed and took off the washcloth once he saw the bandages being taken out, then held up his hands in defeat.

"All right. I fold. But I'm treating you as soon as you're done."

"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?"

Yugi removed the puzzle around his neck and laid it on the table before Yami began his treatment. The big chain would only get in the way and all. He then lifted his chin, giving his other room to work. He was still mildly surprised over how comfortable he was with Yami; with anyone else, he'd probably blush and squirm and lean away, but he didn't even blink with his other self.

So caught up he was in his thoughts that he barely noticed that Yami had stopped until he started working again, and it made him blink out of his daydreaming and glance over at him. Before he could ask, however, Yami had finished, and Yugi lifted his fingers to test the bandage. Good... it felt good. Not too tight, and maybe just a bit too loose, but it wouldn't slip off any time soon.

"Definitely." He smiled with gratitude and reached over to place a hand on Yami's shoulder, then pushed down on it as he started to stand. It was a silent request to sit down and let him take care of him, and he continued with, "Thank you, mou hitori no boku."

He certainly hoped Yami decided to sit down, for Yugi was already up and sliding the first-aid kit his way. "What are you thinking about?" He asked as he unraveled some of the bandage.

Yami sat without a fight, reaching for the puzzle and drawing it over to himself to examine as Yugi tended to his bruises.

"...my age." That was the pretty cut-and-dry answer, but Yami figured that it was explanatory enough. Yugi would know everything that entailed, probably. Or he wouldn't, but those would be the things Yami didn't want him to know anyway.

It wasn't hard for Yugi to figure out what he was talking about, really. You didn't share thoughts and feelings with someone for more than a year without learning a thing or two about the way they think.

Yugi let out a faint hum to himself as he edged the first-aid kit closer to Yami, then moved so that he could stand behind his other and still reach the medical supplies easily enough. With one hand, he cupped Yami's chin and tilted it back enough so that it could touch Yugi's abdomen, the action serving both to provide wordless comfort and to help Yugi reach his neck easier. He gave his other a smile, even if he didn't see it, and then reached to rub the ointment between his hands and begin to treat those neglected bruises.

"I wonder about it, too." A lot. "It's easier to think that you're as old as I am, huh?"

But since Yami was so short with his answer, maybe that meant he didn't want to discuss it. That was fine with Yugi, even though he wanted to help in any way he could. For now, he left it at that and simply concentrated on spreading the medicine.

"Yes, it is." Yami wanted to drop his head again so he could get back to feeling the puzzle up like some kind of relic-ophile, but Yugi was doing something important and would probably get all testy if he moved.

Instead he felt along the grooves in the pyramid, closing his eyes. "For some time, I thought I was you. A split personality...something like that. I didn't remember anything, but it still felt as if I had been alive before. I thought that was because of you."

Yugi wouldn't have minded Yami moving if it weren't for the fact that he was still busy. Now that the treatment is done, it's time for the bandages. That doesn't take quite as long, and soon enough, Yugi tapes down the end of it and rests both hands on his other's shoulders.

"I thought the same thing for a while." He let out a light chuckle at the memories - it was scary back then, especially with his already nervous state of mind, but now he could look back on it with bemusement. "I thought I was really going crazy. I even tried to figure out what exactly was wrong with me." In fact, Yugi recalled that he still owned a couple of books on split personalities, though they were hidden away in his closet and long forgotten.

"I'm glad it didn't turn out that way." He reached around to place his hands over Yami's. "And no matter how old you really are or whether we find out or not, you're still going to be my best friend to me."

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