Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, nor do I make any money off of this fanfic.

Reader Warnings: Puzzle/Blindshipping (Yami/Atem x Yuugi)

AN: So, I saw this wonderful Puzzleshipping demotivational poster on deviantart with the line "Giving a new meaning to the phrase 'Go fuck yourself'". I decided, then and there, that I needed to write a story using that line. The backstory for Atem getting his own body is inspired by "The Name of the Falcon", an explicit yaoi Puzzleshipping doujinshi. Emphasis on the explicit, should anyone choose to check it out for themselves. And now, something much lighter and fluffier instead of the dark and angsty stories I seem to favor lately.

AN2: I have decided that I like this little universe I seem to have created, and I have turned this into a series of one-shot ficlets of little snapshots into the lives of Yuugi and Atem. Enjoy!

New Meanings

"Good game," Atem said. While there was nothing balanced about this match, he had started strong and simply steamrolled his opponent from start to finish, good sportsmanship dictated otherwise.

"Go fuck yourself," came the angrily ground out reply. It went without saying that while his competitor had some good cards, they were just no match for the ex-pharaoh's deck of good cards. But then, the number of people who could put up a fight against Atem's deck could be counted off in one hand.

"Really now?" the ex-pharaoh drawled, arms crossed, and a positively devious smirk gracing his lips. "I must say, been there, done that. You should try it sometime." And as if to prove a point, Atem all but sashayed over to his almost-twin and kissed him. Hard. And on the lips, no less. Yuugi simply turned red as a tomato, while Otogi simply wolf-whistled – Anzu smacked his arm for that – and everyone else just facepalmed. (They could envision the headlines now in the entertainment sections of tomorrow morning's newspaper.) Atem, on the other hand, just turned around to face his former opponent. "Any other suggestions?" The other simply turned around and stalked off. "Didn't think so."

"Atem . . . was that really necessary?" Yuugi pouted, glaring.

Atem, to his credit, at least had the courtesy to look guilty. "Probably not."

"If the press bother us tonight and tomorrow, it's all your fault." And Atem took that as his cue to mostly stop paying attention.

"Yes, aibou," came the robotic reply. So the press could be a bit . . . pushy when it came to questions regarding him and Yuugi. Not their fault the world's populace had some weird obsession with the twincesty nature of their relationship.

"I'm serious, Atem!" Yuugi was not placated. When they first went public, there were some rather, interesting questions they got asked. Like, say, whether they were identical twins separated at birth (DNA tests proved they were no more related than any other two people on the street), or how they met, given they had previously participated in tournaments in completely different regions (Um, Atem was an exchange student from Egypt who stayed with the Mutous?). Not that it stopped any of the rumors, mind you.

But the truth was not really an option either. Up until six months ago, Yamino Atem did not exist. Before that, Atem had simply been the spirit of the Nameless Pharaoh who was trapped inside the Millennium Puzzle - of his own accord, no less – so Zorc Necrophades could be sealed away. And before that, three thousand years ago, in fact, Atem had been a pharaoh. By all means, Atem should be dead and in the afterlife. And to be fair, Yuugi sent him there himself two years ago. All it took for Atem to come back to the land of the living was said pharaoh pining in the afterlife, one Japanese teenager (who may or may not be a reincarnation of said pharaoh – the details are a bit fuzzy on that) who would not, and could not forget said pharaoh, thus, pining in the modern day, and one very lenient cow-goddess of love. And a whole lot of magic to give Yamino Atem a physical body and paper trail of sorts in the present day.

"Yes, aibou." He missed the devious smirk on Yuugi's face.

"You're sleeping on the couch tonight. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a match in fifteen minutes." Yuugi turned to leave.

"Yes, ai-Wait a minute," the ex-pharaoh interrupted himself as what Yuugi just said caught up to him. "Aibou!" he shouted, chasing after the other.

The rest of the group let out a collective sigh. This was nothing new. Jounouchi spoke first. "Yuugi's got him whipped, doesn't he?"

Malik only grinned in response. "And to think, he used to be a pharaoh."

~End~

AN: The aforementioned cow-goddess is Hathor, the goddess of the sky, fertility, love, beauty, and music.

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