Another story comes to an end in light.

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Yugi coughed violently and blew his nose into a tissue. Yugi's emotional upheaval had only made his cold worse. Now he was once more glued to the couch while Atem once more took care of him.

The third tissue box was now empty, so Atem diligently pushed another one onto the table beside Yugi. "Thanks," Yugi said, with a nose so stuffy that his gratitude could barely be understood.

"Anytime," Atem replied, flipping a page of the book he was reading. He held the novel close to his face, as his day vision was bad. Grandpa had offered to buy him reading and long-distance glasses. Atem had quickly refused.

Yugi reclined on the arm of the couch, wondering how he should spend his time, when a thought occurred to him. Yugi threw the covers off and walked out of the room, Atem watching him closely to see if he went to the bathroom or not.

But Yugi did not go to the bathroom. Instead, he made a beeline to his bedroom and began searching through his drawers. He found what he was looking for and sat down on the bed, examining it while deep in thought.

Atem, noticing Yugi's deviation from his path, immediately got up and prepared to force Yugi to go back to the couch and stay there. "Yugi," Atem said, standing in Yugi's doorway. "If you needed anything, you could have asked." He cocked his head at the object in Yugi's hands. "What's that?"

Yugi threw it to him, and as soon as Atem caught it the object burned his skin. He let it drop to the floor and shook the pain from his hand. "Silver," he muttered, gazing at the ovular silver object bouncing off the carpet. "You could have just told me," he said accusingly to Yugi, who went to pick it up.

"It's my dad's old pocketknife," Yugi explained, turning it over in his fingers. "Silver, like you said, and the blade is laced with wolfsbane."

Regardless of its sentimental value to Yugi, Atem wrinkled his nose disdainfully at it. The lightest touch of the handle would burn his fingers and the slightest graze of the blade would sentence him to a slow and painful death.

"I guess I don't really need it anymore, do I?" Yugi asked. "Based on what happened a few days ago, I won't need to be fighting off werewolves as long as I'm your… your…" He still couldn't say the word. It felt wrong.

"My friend?" Atem offered. He sat down next to Yugi and carefully wrapped Yugi's fingers around his heirloom. "Perhaps you should keep it," he suggested. "Maybe your father would have wanted you to."

Yugi looked at Atem. "I don't know what he would have wanted anymore." Considering Gouta's reaction to Atem, the rest of Yugi's family probably wouldn't have been very understanding either.

"If it means something to you besides murder and death, keep it," Atem advised. "But if you can't see anything but blood when you look at it, then perhaps you should get rid of it."

Yugi thought about it for a while. "It hurts you," he said finally, as if that were the closing argument for everything. He got up and tossed the knife into the trash. "I don't want to own anything that hurts my friend."

Atem, smiling, got up and took Yugi's hand. "Thank you. Now, back to the couch, Yugi."

Yugi pouted. "But I don't want to go back to the couch. I've been there for two days! Look, I'm feeling much… much…" He sneezed violently into the crook of his arm and began to cough.

"Much better?" Atem asked, chuckling. He put his arm around Yugi's shoulders and led him back to the living room. "I'm your older brother, remember, so it's my job to take care of you. Now lay back down and I'll get you some orange juice."

Yugi bundled himself in the covers again, and Atem came back with a cup full of orange juice. Atem set it down, leaned over, and gave Yugi a brief sniff. Yugi smiled, taking a sip of his juice. "A-okay?" he asked, as he liked to do when Atem sniffed him like that.

"A-okay," Atem replied, smiling. And for the first time in two months, Atem truly believed that everything was going to be a-okay.