Torridity

AN: I don't own Yu Gi Oh...if I did the show would have gone a lot more like the story below and there would have been a lot less card games.

I hope you enjoy! And I really appreciate all the fave/reviews/alerts guys! It really lets me know that ppl actually like this enough to keep reading

-This was written some time ago, but posted separately today because it is mother-lovin' hot where I live with humidity and the heat index at 105 F.

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9. Torridity

It was hot.

Not just hot; it was disgustingly, sweat-dripping, egg-frying, bone-melting, rip-the-skin-off-your-back-when-you-get-off-the-couch hot.

So it stood to reason that it was much too hot for leather pants.

Not that Yami was complaining.

"Aibou," the spirit cleared his throat and spoke cautiously, as though his words might shatter Yuugi's world, "you're not wearing pants."

Yuugi, lying back on his bed clad only in a tank top and his boxer shorts, oscillating fan set on high and close to his body, lazily shook his head. "No, it's way too hot for pants today, mou hitori no boku." His voice vibrated against fan's blades as he replied with closed eyes.

"Oh."

A moment of silence passed, punctuated only by the whirling of the fan as it churned out air.

Finally Yami cleared his throat again, though his voice still came out much higher than he would have liked.

"Aibou?"

"Mmm?"

"How much longer do you think this heat wave will last?"


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Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!~ Heehee, I'm a sucker for innocent-pervy Yami