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Inspired by this.

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✨️ E-Sim Comm complete!! ✨️

Thanks so much to my dear oomfie @businesstycoon27 for commissioning me!! This was a lot of fun to work on, especially working on the colour pallet and composition :3

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Inspired by this.

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I’m running a role-swap AU over on my rp blog so it was time to do some art for it! Honestly I’m really happy with the result and tried a bunch of new things! Yuugi has both the eye and seal on his forehead because if the seal pushed Atem away like it did to him in canon, Yuugi is now alone with the darkness/Zorc’s influence in the Puzzle. I don’t believe the seal would negate those powers if used together and not to fight it. More power is a good thing right? 8)  Credit for the idea goes to @nefertem

See below the cut for a comparison with the old art! Three years and anatomy courses really do make all of the difference. 

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I am genuinely curious about what people actually like about Atem's character arc and what happened to Yuugi in Doma. Like I will not comment on anything and just publish it and take it into account. I am genuinely curious.

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Prideshipping Comic Commission for Pridecember!

Yes, this is a very special commission, I had the honor to draw a short comic for them and gosh I had so much fun doing it!

Please check the full collection here and give them all the love!

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"You think so?"

It was hard to believe, at least in his own mind, that someone could think negatively of the open horizon. The bleeding red faded into gold, which fell in heavy streaks into the inky darkness. A few stars twinkled in the beyond.

He wrinkled his brow, thoughtfully. He didn't have a name for the feeling that it gave him, and the only reference for things beyond his own experience were Yuugi's memories--and those felt strange and distant to him. More fact than emotion.

"I suppose I understand...if you remember Duelist Kingdom...why it wouldn't be a great thing to see..."

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Yuugi's eyes followed his other self's hand, before following the line of his gesture into the sky. It went on forever.

"Yeah...it's so big. Like you could go walking out there in any direction and it would all look the same for miles."

He wondered to, if they would be able to see more stars then. In Duelist Kingdom when he'd looked up through the canopy of trees, or sat out by the cliffs near the shoreline, that had been the most stars Yuugi had seen in his life. Would they look the same here?

"It kinda feels...lonely...here."

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Ah, that was right.

Mutou wasn't there when he took on Pegasus's spy by himself. Nor was he there when Pegasus tried to hold him captive inside his castle.

That must be why the Duel King was screaming at him. As if he couldn't take care of himself.

Mutou hammered on the elevator button, but technology, as always, did not care about the circumstances. Code always did what it was programmed to do. Machines didn't care. It was what Kaiba liked so much about them.

The strange, cold shiver touched him again, as the men were knocked to the floor, and stray shots littered the ceiling. Kaiba's fingers twitched towards his deck holster. He'd hate to get his cards damaged in the crossfire, but Critias seemed to be solid enough...

He spun on his heel towards Mutou. "What the hell are you doing?" He hissed. "They found us because you left the others alive! Are you going to be useful enough to silence them permanently, or do you have to rely on me to do all the dirty work--like you did with deadbeat and Chopper Man!"

The opening doors caused him to turn, eyes widening as they both realized the elevator had stopped too soon. There was an additional voice in his ear that did not belong to a ghost, pleading with him to acknowledge that he'd heard the warning. Armed Guards on Floor 14 trying to intercept the elevator!

The spirits had completely drowned out what he'd needed to hear the most. Because Kaiba wouldn't leave him alone.

"Get Back!"

Yuugi was not sure if he'd only heard it in his head, or spoken it. Possibly, both, as a wave of energy shot out toward the men in the hallway. In the same moment, his arm swung out to the Door Close button, slamming it in the hopes that it would work, that he'd bought them enough time to escape.

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The lights flickered again.

It happened three times since he'd walked into the building with Yuugi, after Yuugi had used the strange magic to throw the men against the wall. Each time accompanied by a chill.

The same chill he felt when Pegasus had looked at him. With that strange Eye.

His own eyes narrowed in response to the feeling, and he frowned, tightly. He didn't give a reply to the way the other bristled--frankly, it meant that the conversation was useless, since Yuugi didn't understand.

The elevator door opened, and standing in the hallway, in a straight line, was a tight formation of guards waiting for them. They weren't even on the right floor.

"Well. Seems we've been found."

Kaiba treating compassion like it was a character flaw was nothing new, and Yuugi was used to hearing it. It was the same mantra repeated by many of the others he had encountered, who went out of their way to hurt others for some personal gain. Yuugi could never walk away. He would not be allowed to, whether he had a 'bleeding heart' or not.

Blood! Blood for blood! A life for each life!

Yuugi winced at the lancing pain in his head, ears ringing with what could be a hundred voices. Louder than they had been for some time. He bristled. The lights dimmed, though the whirring of gears continued unphased by the interruption. Turning fully to face Kaiba, it took everything to resist pinning him against the wall too.

"I don't need you turning my own words around," He snarled, as if it would lessen the stabbing pain in his heart. Warmth gathered around his abdomen where the Puzzle rested--impatient at his resistance.

"Of course it's valuable! I wouldn't be trying to help everyone if I didn't think it was!"

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"Well, you could if you didn't have such a bleeding heart. But I've always thought that was the issue with having others around, anyway. Too many weaknesses to jump on."

Power of Unity or not, he was prime proof of that, after Duelist Kingdom--even if Mokuba was the one to save his life in Battle City.

He had drifted his gaze towards the elevator's doors for a moment. Only a couple of seconds had passed since its closure, only enough for a few words to be exchanged.

"Do you know how valuable blood is, Mutou?" He finally asked. "You said once that only cowards bet their lives. How valuable life is, too valuable to be bet on. You're a hypocrite. And that annoys me. Maybe that's why your cards have left you, why your hanger-ons don't trust you. You still don't understand duels."

Of course he could trust Kaiba to latch onto every word he said. He never missed a detail, and Yuugi knew there was no way to convince him to drop he subject. Not once the cat had found some prey to toy with.

"Of course, not everyone is going to agree with you all the time."

As soon as the words left his lips, however, Yuugi realized that Kaiba likely was surrounded with people who did agree with him. Whose job it was to agree. He glared up at the numbers over the doors as they slowly lit up each floor they passed.

"No, I don't like them. It's not like I have much choice either, and don't say I could just walk away."

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So the Duel King did have a temper. He'd wondered about that. He'd heard Yuugi directly call him unforgivable several times during Death-T, but his apparent friendliness afterwards on Pegasus's island seemed to contradict that.

As well as what happened on the castle wall, of course.

Still, he'd recognized that isolating Yuugi from his friends was his weakness, when he'd started trying to pick them off, one by one. The knight, the rook, the king...

It was unusual, to see Yuugi snap.

Some part of him wondered, vaguely, if it was like when his own heart was rebuilt. How missing pieces kept him under.

It still made his head hurt to think about, though, so he dropped that thought immediately, and buried it.

"But they're critics." He picked up on the implicit worst in the statement. "Is that how you see fights, Mutou? You never seem to like them. But you always get involved in them."

Yuugi kept his eyes straight ahead, jaw firmly set. He had been hoping they could all just have a quiet ride to the top floor, but of course, that seemed to be asking too much. He instantly regretted unmuting.

"That was uncalled for! It's not that at all!"

"I'm not going to play telephone while you argue with him," Yuugi snapped, "I'm going to mute again until we get to the top, don't try to talk to me unless you find out there's trouble we need to avoid."

"We do believe in you, Yuugi. We just don't want you to get hurt."

He pressed the button.

"They're just worried, Kaiba, that's all," He sighed and leaned back against the wall.

"They're not my worst critics..."

I was alone before them.

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How interesting.

He'd seen the way that Yuugi had been acting the past, few days--and while he'd gotten the notion that Yuugi had changed a bit after his other personality vanished due to losing to the Seal, it seemed that it wasn't limited to moodiness and moping around.

No wonder he didn't have the heart of a duelist anymore, if his friends trusted him so little to do things by himself.

Well, that was what he got for relying on others, in Kaiba's opinion--and it was none of his business to be involved in this magic nonsense in the first place.

He hit the button for the top floor, and the metal doors closed, sealing with a harsh wheeze. The elevator started to move, slowly, shaking all the while as Kaiba folded his arms over his chest, and peered out of the corner of his eye at the Duel King.

He smirked.

"Don't they have any faith in you at all? It must get annoying, to have so many voices criticizing you all the time. Why are you all so needy with each other, anyway?"

"You scared us! What happened with the guards?"

"Took care of them, don't worry about it."

"What does that mean, Yuugi?"

"I mean, we don't have to worry about them for a while and we didn't get hurt. Don't freak out every time I mute, you're distracting me when I need to focus."

That much was true, and Yuugi had more than just the voices in their communication line to worry about. There was a pause on the other line, and he turned his attention to Kaiba, who had just spoken.

"Whoa, who said anything about killing anyone!?"

Yuugi groaned. The live commentary in his ear was not helpful, and the only reason he did not turn it off completely was because Rebecca was still needed.

"Just answer his question."

At least, they had the correct floor, which he relayed to the CEO so he could push the appropriate button as he entered.

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Well, that was a rather neat trick.

In truth, he'd merely asked out of a genuine curiosity--it would make sense if the strange magic always surrounding Yuugi had some sort of use beyond physically hurling men around a room.

Oh, well. Still, he supposed it meant that Yuugi was a little more useful than an earpiece for their translator in the state that he was in.

Better than dead weight like the rest of them would have been.

He hooked hs laptop up into the plug in the wall again, and crouched, idly eyeing the bodies. He didn't think Yuugi had it in him to kill, not really. He'd always come close to the line, but never toed it--not in the way that he'd seen the other two happily shoot the Death-T employees or set Chopper Man on fire.

He guessed it was part of growing up. Everyone did sooner or later.

Oh. They were breathing. Huh.

The elevator doors opened, and he stood up. "Get in. What floor is the office on? Stealing some encrypted information will at least give me something to draw out his shareholders. If we can't find his location so I can kill him directly."

The only thing that made Yuugi pause long ease up and allow the two bodies to crumple to the floor, was the commotion coming through the earpiece. The others had caught on from Rebecca that something was up. All he had to do was think it, and the guards would sleep and wake up in a few hours with a nasty headache. Wincing, as the volume increased past the bitter complaints of the spirits in his ears, Yuugi ignored Kaiba long enough to unmute the microphone and answer his friends.

"We're clear."

He was not going to apologize for preventing them for potentially hearing something they would rather not. He glanced between Kaiba and the door. Of course, he had meant that the high security door would require more finesse than simply pushing a button.

"Possibly, but it might alert someone it's being forced open."

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Seto Kaiba wasn't particularly afraid of cowards.

In general, Kaiba had a sort of policy about the way he lived his life--if he was too afraid of doing it himself, he didn't demand it of other people. It was, perhaps, the thing he valued most in life--his own ability to be fiercely independent.

It was something someone learns to value when faced with the harsh reality than he was only ever going to be used by other people when he had something to offer--something he very quickly came to terms with when he bargained his meal ticket on a game of chess.

This wouldn't be the first time he'd faced down armed guards, of course. He'd had a gun held to his head when he was betrayed, and Pegasus's guards tried to drown him--and that was much more dangerous than from a distance. It felt obvious to him--but apparently not to everyone.

Obnoxious.

Kaiba, about to shout back for Yuugi to listen for once in his fucking life, blinked as both guards were thrown back by some invisible force--as if they were a performer yanked offstage by a cane, almost comically so. They seemed to be held down under their own body weight, as the lights flickered.

Kaiba blinked a second time, before figuring it was probably something to do with magic again. None of his business. He was just here for his company.

"Useful." He mused. "Hm. Are you able to open the door like that, then?"

"No, not that way, there are guards at that elevator!"

The warning came too late, as Kaiba had gone too far ahead to relay the it, and the guards too close to raise his voice and get his attention. Biting back a string of curses, Yuugi trotted to catch up, to pull him back if he had to, only to stop short as Kaiba had at least paused long enough to notice.

He was about to suggest the double back, when Kaiba already started moving. His eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen. Even though he couldn't see them, something in the air, the click of metal, the way he could hear them standing their ground.

"Hands in the air!"

"Stop!"

"Yuugi, you guys gotta go back!"

He muted the microphone. His body moved on its own, rounding the corner behind Kaiba. How did he expect him to just stand by after saying something like that?

"Yuugi! Answer me!"

The air crackled, lights flickered, and the men are slammed against both walls with shocked, strangled cries. One of them barely got a shot off, the bullet whizzing past them off down the hallway. The guns clatter to to the floor, but their bodies remained pinned as Yuugi felt the telltale warmth on his forehead. Hands open at his sides as if he was physically holding them down. Shoving them into the drywall for attempting to shoot.

Rebecca's voice became muffled in his ear, as other voices flooded his mind. Egging him on. To show what he was made of.