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Title: Show Me The Meaning
your ff.net penname: Setalina Muro

Category your story fits under: Yu-Gi-Oh
Genre: Romance
Status: In progress
Rating: T


Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any places, people and/or other things you are familiar with from the show or anything else. The plot, however, is mine.

Summary: [For Yamiko] Love is silly. Both simple and complex. It can drive a man insane or save him from insanity. Men have fought wars over less, but things become very simple when it is a man and a woman, because then, there is nothing else. SxP Opticshipping

An Additional Note:Just a general, incredibly fluffy fiction. Written mainly for the 'fluff factor' as well as the fact I love this pairing, it was began as a tribute to a dear friend of mine who has had both the attention span, as well as the drive, to remain on fanfiction for over five years. Rated 'T' for mild language and minimal adult themes.

Story Teaser: The grandfather clock at the far end of the hallway ticked off the seconds and it was un-relentlessly loud in the large house. Moments later it was joined by a long, resonating chime, signaling the time as half past two. Away from the clock, a door was open a crack. Inside it was dark, for it was early morning (or very late evening, depending on your view) and a lone occupant lay in the bed, honey colored eyes watching the door almost sadly as she listened to the clock beating off each moment.

She turned in the bed, staring at the ceiling. It was late. It should have been too late for anyone to still be at work, but he was. She sighed, pushing aside a stray collection of deep auburn hair and running her fingers through the rest of it, knowing she would have issues sleeping until he was with her.

It hurt her when he worked so late. No, it wasn’t often he did it, but it was becoming that way. Yes it was a busy time, and yes, the company was booming with business and new products this year were incredibly popular, but none of that was the point! It was just…

Downstairs somewhere, a door shut and her heart leapt. She listened intently. Footsteps in the kitchen…five minutes passed. She pictured him there, tried, disheveled; nibbling on a piece of bread with half a glass of red wine at his elbow…a few more minutes before the footsteps began to shuffle up the stairs.

She turned and watched him walk in the door. It creaked slightly and he tensed, glancing at the bed. A moment later, he continued, stopping at the end of the bed to pry his shoes off his feet. The socks followed and a moment later, he stripped off his suit. He crawled into the bed and she looked at him.

“It’s late…”

“I know…” he whispered sluggishly. “But the cards were coming well…and the Asian branch is bad…Tenma has the chicken pox of all things…”

He paused tiredly, shaking his head as he wrapped his arms around her frail body, and finding her mouth in the dark, he kissed her and murmured a faint ‘I love you’ before falling asleep. She nuzzled into his bare chest, relishing the warmth.

No, it wasn’t that she minded the work. It was just…

She missed him…