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Yugi's breathing seemed to be lighter and calmer than the night before, when he had a nightmare while sleeping, he seemed relaxed even with his body curled up in the single bed. Sleeping peacefully while being closely watched by the specter of his pseudo clone, who sat in front of the desk, divided his attention between the young duelist and the starry sky outside the window, hoping that one of them would give him the answers he was looking for.
If he was looking for something...
His hand showed the stars and the feeling of inconsistency, of not belonging, took hold of him in the same way as the questions that returned when everything else around him quieted down and consequently, around Yugi, the one who had solved and carried the enigma in which he had been trapped for millennia as if he were an accessory too exotic for those around him to care about the origin of the pyramid he wore around his neck.
And it was on nights like this that he imagined what it would be like not to have become aware that Yugi's body was not his own, that when he took possession of him he was actually subjugating that consciousness to his own and that he could be doing no good to the boy. with his mind games, in front of figures who tried to subjugate him at will because of his short stature.
What they shared since then was so dual that sometimes he failed to discern what was him and what was Yugi - probably those who lived around them were able to tell more easily when one gave way to the other - even when he just watched from afar the boy's life, from within the enigma, separating emotions and feelings could be cruel enough and it wouldn't be difficult for him to feel uncomfortable when faced with something said to Yugi.
It was on nights like that that he imagined the reason behind the bond they shared thanks to the enigma, entertaining himself with the thought that what had brought him to the boy was nothing more than a series of punctuated events. These events needed to be intrinsically followed so that, and only then, the great event could finally happen and observing the stars that night especially suggested something predestined. Just like a select set of stars being linked by the fingers of those who observed them so constellations were named, just like those who used them in the distant past as a guide to reach their destination.
Would Yugi Muto be his guide after all?
And if so, in what direction would it take him then?
If it depended on the labyrinths in his heart, perhaps it would take longer for him, in his soft memory that was built on Yugi's memories, to finally find his answers, if indeed they would come as easily as he expected them to come and as if he felt the Attention he received, the young duelist's body turned towards him, wrapping himself even more tightly in the duvet. His calm expression suggested that he at least appeared to be having a peaceful sleep.
That was how his attention had diverted from him to the desk, which was more disorganized than usual, with assorted handouts and games mixing easily with each other when it was common for these to be selectively organized - a boring detail coming from Yugi and his enthusiasm for games - and only when his eyes fell on one of his notebooks, occasionally open with a pencil and colored pens on it, with some words scribbled and others underlined, that he finally seemed to understand the reason behind such a mess. Thinking that chaos could be the best source of creativity for one of his school assignments, he had probably done that and was too tired to tidy up and had decided to just sleep, maybe he could do such a task for the boy, it wouldn't be a problem to let his conscience slept while he took possession of the body for something so commonplace, frankly he had already done it in more adverse situations so it wouldn't be difficult to do it again, that is if at that moment he wasn't too busy trying to distinguish what he failed to read given the boy's lazy handwriting.
The little he understood made him question once again how they managed to be in each other's minds with such ease.
While you slept so much happened.
The weather turned and it rained for a whole autumn week.
The stars misaligned once again and when the sky opened a rainbow cut the way back home and at the end of it was a sarcophagus where you hid.
While you slept I put the pieces of your enigma together,
wondering if that would make me a friend,
maybe someone to talk to.
While you were sleeping I dreamed of a desert and at the end of it was where you were.
Feeling too impressed to sketch out any thoughts his fingers ran over the colored pens, noting the underlined letters as he reread the poem with a new sensation filling what it would have to be his chest to then notice the numbers grouped below the text, each one with a different color and in a matter of seconds he had understood the real reason the games were spread out on the desk, because not even in a text production Yugi Muto would fail to express his enthusiasm for games. An encrypted message. He had put a message in the poem and by the looks of it, one that only he would understand.
He and the spirit that inhabited the pyramid-shaped enigma that he wore around his neck as if it were a simple exotic accessory, too big for such a small boy.
With what would be his heart lifted, he went towards the bed, sitting on the free space of the mattress and watching the boy sleep once again, but this time without a frown and with a half smile coloring his taciturn expression, just like the pens that highlighted the secret message.
The name Yugi called him.
Other me.