'You and the Pharaoh should celebrate, Yugi. It's not every day an ancient spirit gets the opportunity to regain his body back and enjoy the pleasures of the modern world.'

This was most certainly true. The tiny duelist wouldn't argue against it. It took a great amount of imagination to even ponder the wonders his other half would be experiencing. In the past, the spirit of the puzzle had little choice but to take possession of his miniature form whenever he wanted to get his words or point across. This left Yugi in the depths of his own mind, fated to watch through his eyes, but silenced in personality. He had never minded it much, but it had a tendency at times to leave him feeling rather left out.

For a long while, he had simply let things be. He enjoyed time with his friends during school hours, personal conversations with the Pharaoh while at home, and private time in the late hours to entertain his thoughts and wonders. The former ruler he shared a body with had insisted that a period of reflection would be beneficial for a growing teenager like himself. It was just unfortunate that he wasted those periods with stargazing and random bouts of late night gaming.

'Which star was it, Yugi? Your old grandpa would like to make a wish too. Do you remember that brand new television on sale at the department store? That would certainly be something worth having.'

It almost shamed the boy that his grandfather would waste a wish on something so ridiculous. Then again, had he thought that wishes on shooting stars were real; he might have tried his luck in obtaining a few new video games from month to month.

'I told you, it was a shooting star. Just like the ones that kids wish on in movies. I wasn't actually expecting it to work.'

He truly hadn't either. It had been an impulsive and last minute thought as the burst of light had soared across the sky. Living within the lights of Domino City, it was a rarity to behold such sights. Yugi had merely wanted his moment to feel magical. It shouldn't have surprised him that something strange was bound to happen. His days since the completion of the puzzle had been far from normal. He had saved the world numerous times with the help of his other half, had his soul stripped away, participated in dangerous virtual reality gaming systems, and had shared his body with an ancient pharaoh from Egypt. Why did the thought of a shooting star granting him a wish seem the least bit strange to him?

'But it did work. During the start of your summer vacation, no less. Why don't you give the Pharaoh a grand tour of some interesting places now that he has his own body? I wouldn't let a wish wear off without enjoying the benefits of it. And maybe next time you can wish me a nice sized flat screen television.'

Unfortunately, the said tour in his grandfather's eyes had meant outside of Japan. For it would have been rather easy to take the spirit of the puzzle around Domino city to properly show him the sights. However, it was very likely that Yami wouldn't have been too amazed with the things around him; after all, he had experienced a decent amount of activities while inside Yugi's body. Still, it would be a sensation for the former ruler to experience life again with his own physical form- though Yugi had hardly expected the first place of experience to be an out of country flight to America; courtesy of his grandfather, of course. He had absolutely insisted.

"Aibou, is all of this really necessary in order to ride on a plane?"

The questions started the very second they had reached the area for security. Yami, although quite an agreeable individual, was having difficulty accepting the lengthy process of security in order to fly out of the country. Customs, bag searches, and touchy questions could make anyone irritable, but Yugi remained stubbornly pleasant.

"It is. They just like to make sure we aren't a threat, and they have to check that we aren't bringing dangerous things onto the plane. Everybody has to go through this. It'll get better when we actually get onboard." Fidgeting to remove his shoes from his feet, the boy swayed and stumbled, struggling to avoid knocking into other nearby flying passengers. To some degree, Yugi could sympathize with his other half. Yami had been top authority in his own time period; kings likely avoided security checks and unwelcome searches. But then again, the boy was certain that there hadn't been planes within Ancient Egypt either. Had there been such things, the Nile surely would have been neglected.

"Very well. But if these things are necessary in order for transportation, why is it not required when riding a car?"

It had been a somewhat fair question. Security personnel didn't pester individuals when they drove about to run errands in cities and towns. Yugi expected the confusion. Regrettably, he didn't have the perfect answer. Watching the former king gingerly remove his own shoes from his feet, the young duelist sucked in a breath, considering his words.

"Well, there's more people on an airplane, Pharaoh. I guess it's just a bit more of a safety risk. If somebody dangerous got onto a plane, it could mean a lot of trouble for the passengers and the ones operating it. Understand?"

Judging by the ruler's expression, Yugi got the impression that he had. Of course, it had become painfully obvious that Yami remained unhappy with the invasive treatment. He simply didn't understand the methods for searching and scoping out dangers and threats within people. Needless to say, the contraption used for scanning over a person's physical form amused the former spirit even less.

"I don't understand how standing still with your arms partially up can help anybody confirm whether you are a threat or not. Is it a method for humiliation?"

Standing in the moving line that neared the scanning device, Yugi slowly lifted his amethyst eyes towards the poor soul undergoing the quick check over. Admittedly, the instructed pose did not look all that attractive. Legs parted and arms halfway lifted gave many the unwanted appearance of a suspected criminal, ready to be cuffed and stuffed in the backseat of a cop car.

"No. It's just… it's just a really fast way of checking your whole body for anything out of place. They make sure you aren't hiding anything from them. It only takes a few seconds, then you move out to the other side and you're done." Taking a step closer, the boy awkwardly attempted to tug his questioning companion along with him.

"I'll go first, okay? Just do the same thing when they tell you, and we'll be ready to head for the boarding area afterwards."

Of course, Yugi had had little trouble once his turn had arrived. As foolish as he felt, it was over within seconds, granting him access to the other side. Aside from some questions concerning his strange hair, he was given little trouble. It was Yami that had been the expected problem. The ancient king, try as he might, could not correct his body positioning, despite numerous attempts to instruct him. His legs remained either too far apart or too close, and his arms forever too high or low.

Watching in mild humiliation, Yugi fumbled for his baggage, his eyes furiously darting back and forth in a panic. It was a simple task to help his traveling companion in other situations that remained clear of security, but in such a location as this one, the poor boy could only watch helplessly as the Pharaoh struggled to hold the embarrassing pose.

"This is absurd. I am doing exactly as you are describing. If I am doing it incorrectly, at least have the decency to come in here and properly show me."

Judging by the tone in the ruler's voice, Yugi detected agitation and impatience. The young one could tell that his other half was desperately struggling to do as asked, but somehow was managing to fail each and every time. Squeezing the straps of his luggage within his small fingers, the boy dared to inch closer, using a free hand to motion towards the ground.

"Pharaoh, the pictures of the feet. Put your feet on the pictures of the feet on the floor." Using a hushed tone, Yugi carefully attempted to grab the other's attention, stressing, in his opinion, the most important details.

Yami did thankfully hear the flailing teenager nearby, though made very little sense of his words. Quirking a brow in confusion and annoyance, he merely grumbled, waving a hand dismissively. "Oh, do not imitate them, Aibou. This is already becoming frustrating enough. I will figure it out."

Of course Yugi did not doubt such a thing. He was purely concerned on the amount of time it would take for his partner to comprehend the correct still pose. The airport was becoming crowded, and the complaints of passengers waiting were starting to grow louder. Undoubtedly, everyone feared missing their flight. If one could not get through the security checkpoint area, one did not get on a plane. The same applied to Yugi and his stubborn companion.

"Ah, the little imitations of feet on the floor below me. That's the correct positioning? It doesn't look too terribly difficult."

Listening to his partner slowly talk his way through the perfected pose within the scanning contraption, Yugi faintly withered. He had had no idea that getting a Pharaoh through airport security could prove to be such a challenge. People in general just couldn't understand Yami's lack of immediate comprehension. In the past, whenever they had flown, it had always somehow been a private jet, leaving them free from such intense security checks. Now that they were choosing to take a real vacation to the states, it gave them little to no choice but to take a normal plane like the rest of the public. It wasn't a bother to Yugi personally, but the strain of getting there was seemingly already taking its toll on his ancient other half.

"Yeah, good job there, buddy. You're free to go ahead. Keep up the practicing."

Returning his attention to the sight before him, the boy slumped his shoulders in relief at Yami's eventual permission to move ahead. Security had been sarcastic in their remarks with time consumption, but Yugi had chosen to openly ignore it. The only important thing that mattered was catching their flight. The worst had passed, leaving them to only focus on reaching their gate.

It didn't take terribly long for the former spirit to slip back into his shoes. If Yugi hadn't known any better, he would have made the educated guess that his partner wanted to be just as far away from the security check area as he did. Something told the boy that the Pharaoh was not the biggest fan of the personnel running it, nor was he impressed or happy with the scanning.

"It is not becoming to lie, Aibou. If it was a method for humiliation and torture, I will not think badly of your people for it. It is a silly form of it, but I can see that it is…effective." Dusting himself off calmly, the Egyptian ruler dully glanced back, watching the searches and scans continue and fade into the distance.

Yugi faintly wrinkled his nose, continuing his walk down the pathway, his eyes curiously peering up at his traveling counterpart.

"It's not meant to embarrass people, Pharaoh. I mean, it does end up doing that, but that isn't its actual purpose. It's just for safety, remember?"

It didn't seem to matter how sincere Yugi was attempting to be. Yami was prone to believing what he wanted- especially if what he pieced together looked quite clear to the truth. Future passengers did look uncomfortable; they did look unhappy and embarrassed. Therefore, in the Pharaoh's eyes, it remained a method for torture.

"Tell me where we are going again? Have we been there before?"

Continuing to hold his steady pace, the tiny duelist slowly shook his head, reaching down to rummage one hand into his pocket. Producing the tickets with minimal effort, he held them at eye level, squinting at the words printed on the flimsy paper.

"No, but we were in the same state. I think we were actually very close to it. Grandpa told me he went there all the time when he was a little younger. He said you have to be a certain age to fully enjoy everything, but he promised that we'd still find a lot to do out there." Continuing to gaze at the two tickets, the boy faintly slowed his pace, attempting to jog his memory to any highlights of importance that dealt with their vacation spot. After all, he had not been the one who had chosen it.

"Well, where is it?"

Finally gathering back some information within his mind on their destination, the mini teen felt a frown tug at his features. He recalled flashing lights, large theme buildings and inappropriately dressed women. Commercials on television often advertised such a place, though he had never been interested.

Stopping in the center of the walkway, the tickets still in hand, Yugi sucked in a nervous breath, his eyes gradually meeting the one moving beside him. For a long while, the boy just stood in silence, struggling to grasp the situation at hand. His grandfather had likely done all of this on purpose. He seemed to enjoy teasing him. That convenient granted wish on the shooting star had merely given the playful old man an encouraging nudge.

Parting his lips slowly, Yugi worked on giving Yami the answer he had been patiently waiting for. It would mean little to a Pharaoh of Egypt, but it meant plenty to one as shy and awkward as himself. It was far from an ideal vacation spot for introverted, shy folk.

"Las Vegas… Grandpa is sending us to Las Vegas."