Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh Arc V. I don't own anything.

Warnings: Yugo being cheesy. Seriously. Set before Yuri and Fusion Dimension, before everything, really. Yugo's pov because I'm weak. Longest chapter and I'm exhausted.

Some irrelevant notes: I've just read Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc V manga. YUYA IS SO AWESOME GOSH AND I THOUGHT I COULD NOT LOVE HIM MORE.

Yugo has had dreams before, of course, he's a teenager boy with big dream and he supposes it's completely normal; but being a teenager boy with big dream - fourteen years old, to be exact - doesn't quite explain the joy he gets when he dreams of Rin in white dress, roses in hands and she's smiling at him as if nothing else mattered.

Oh, well, he wants to marry her.

Except this time this is no longer some silly fantasies that his younger self once held. That dream aren't constant, but it tends to surface slowly in his mind at the least expected moment, and a part of him feels slightly disturbed. It's silly, really, because boys aren't supposed to think of marriages at such young age (ten - eleven - twelve - thirteen - fourteen - five years of dreaming), and mostly because the girl in question is too deep in obliviousness and other people's problems. (His problems, he admits at the back of his mind, but hey, it's about the wishes they have harbored for years, the wish of many many Commons).

"I hope this year will be good." Rin's saying now, sitting with her legs dangling over the roof of one house, which is supposed to be the highest place, where they can see the roads above the most clearly. Yugo tries to distract himself by eating pancakes. "It will be great if something good happens, like... our entering Friendship Cup." She turns to him with a smile, and Yugo tries to shallow. "I know, you told me not to worry about it, but I just can't help it."

He shrugs. "Know that."

She nods, her head bobbing up and down. "Of course. Because you've got your dragon. Clear Wing is so beautiful, it'd be great if everyone could see -"

A firework bursts into the sky, startling both of them, before Rin lets out a gasp of excitement. Another soon follows in the shape of a colorful flower (at least, he thinks it's one.) before disappearing in less than a second. Yugo takes a bite of his pancake, and Rin grasps his shoulder, making him almost drop it.

"Look, Yugo, look!"

It lasts for a few minutes, red after pink after yellow after purple, brightening the whole sky. If the Tops have anything goods, Yugo definitely vote for beautiful fireworks. The last one rises in a smooth motion, before suddenly exploding into a sea of red and green and blue and yellow, Rin signs in content when it blooms into thousand flowers before finally becoming one with the night sky.

When it's over, she turns to him, satisfaction still tugs at the corner of her lips. Some of her hair brush over her cheek bones and the side of her necks. She looks like a dream in nightime, with brilliant eyes that burns into the back of his mind, making him see the daylight and feel the warmth that washes over him, both soothing and stealing his breath away. It is in that moment that he feels his eyes hurting and his mouth drying, and he frantically looks away - damn, I'm so screwed - there are words that have risen in his throat, but he feels like he's choking. Maybe he's eaten too many pancakes. It's lucky that he has eaten too many pancakes.

"Yugo." Rin frowns, and it's like the old times again and again. "Is anything wrong?"

"No."

"No?"

"Of course not. Why do you think something can go wrong? This year will be good... Yeah, this year will be good, to us."

Rin grins, totally missing the implications of his words (Thank god!). "Me too."

He bursts out laughing. "It's settled, then." Because it is, and it's okay. What really matters is that this is Rin and she's here and she's going to be with him for a long, long time, and a lifetime. He still has time, so much time.

Between the night sky and the dimming light from some houses, Rin's fallen asleep with her head on his shoulder, a gentle weight that is always pleasant and reassuring. She's here and he can feel her, and it's miraculous. In the mist of night and warmth and memories, there is a thought that has been in his mind since before he can remember, before time and dream itself.

He's going to tell her one day, definitely.

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