Reconfiguration - Phoebe Delos - Yu-Gi-Oh!
A few minutes delay is all it takes to change the course of lives, and Atem is not certain if he should thank the gods or curse them for this shift in his destiny. For what did it mean for his fate, this chance to know the world again in his own flesh? What good can come lingering so solidly in a world he is meant to leave? [Puzzleshipping, Canon Branch-Off]
“Did you bring the clothes I asked for?” Yuugi asked, wiping the scrutiny from Atem’s gaze as he turned his focus down, onto the duffel at his side.
“Yes, I think I got it all.” He shrugged the strap off of his shoulder as he stepped forward, offering the bag to his partner. “Pajamas, travel futon, and two sets of clothes, including an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt.” He turned an uncertain eye Honda’s way, looking at him over Yuugi’s shoulder. “I had assumed aibou was staying at your place tonight.” It wasn’t something he got to do often, but Yuugi had gone over to Honda’s a good dozen times or so in the last couple of years, when weekends were quiet enough, homework was light, and he wasn’t working in the shop or going to museums or tournaments for Atem’s sake. Jounouchi was always a third on the trips, but sometimes Bakura or Otogi would tag along, too. Now and then Anzu would even join them for the evening, though she usually avoided the place since Honda’s sister lived at home and Johji would toddle around after her, demanding all of her attention if she were there.
And yeah, Atem couldn’t join them since he had to work in the game shop, but he was happy to meet Yuugi and bring him his clothes. Honda’s house was the opposite way from school, after all, and it was always a pain for Yuugi to have to come all the way home for his stuff, and double back to Honda’s. It was just practical to ask Atem to bring the clothes halfway, so Yuugi wouldn’t have to cram them in his shoe locker all day.
But Honda was shaking his head, a rather satisfied grin on his face. “Close, man, but no cigar.”
“Right,” Yuugi agreed… and reached up to push the bag back into Atem’s arms. “And the clothes aren’t for me.”
Atem blinked. “What do you mean?”
Yuugi grinned. “They’re for you.”