The other Yugi.

not to be corny but friends supporting friends is the most important thing in the whole entire world

Don’t we all

“If they’re so honest, that’s troublesome, partner,” he said darkly. “Both of them were acting like they were planning to have you killed, or something, and flaunting it in my face.”

“They won’t kill me and I mean that in the sense that, even if they’re planning it, they won’t succeed. Come on, how many psychos did we put in their place? They’re my friends but, if they betray me, I’ll defend my life.”

“I don’t want it to get to that point,” he protested. “I’m trying to keep them from making trouble for you.”

“The mansion is–” Yami looked sheepish. “I haven’t really been awake all this time, but whenever I woke up, it was in a closet in there. I don’t think anyone found me.” He perked up at the mention of his former workplace. “The Game Shop? Is your grandfather not there anymore?”

“Oh Grandpa’s back alright but he’s an asshole,” Bamf grumbled. “It’s a long story, again, you must be getting sick of hearing that… point is we don’t exactly get on great. That said I bet he’d love your help round the store again and your company. It might be the safest place for you. I don’t know, what do you think? What would you like?” 

“It sounds like I missed a lot,” he agreed. The notion of Bamf’s grandfather being intentionally rude at all was hard to imagine. “It’s your decision since you’re the one who’s familiar with all this, but...” Yami smiled. “I’ll admit the thought of working in the game shop again is a nice one. I enjoyed it while I was there. Would he still appreciate my help though?”

“I can tell.” A mischievous grin. “I offered to help him out. For some reason he declined.” He shook his head. “I don’t know how you want me to act around these people, but when they keep talking like our enemies, it’s hard to imagine you want me to stay friendly.”

“If they say they’re my friends it’s best to avoid open conflict but, hey, don’t take shit from anyone on my account. I don’t want you killing people willy nilly but you don’t have to sit quiet and take an insult. Thief and Godling are weirdoes but they are my friends. They wouldn’t hurt me without a reason.”

“Sounds like a good compromise,” he said after a moment of thought. “I haven’t attacked anyone, of course. Though I wouldn’t put it past either of them to attack me. If they’re really your friends, why are they so…” He struggled to come up with an appropriate adjective to describe acting like Bakura.

“Of course,” he concurred. Yami was protective but he wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t going to run into all out combat without some info if he could help it. Bamf trusted that much and he was glad he could. He knew some people far more trigger happy. “So….?” He filled in the blanks. “Gotta have all sorts of friends. I don’t know what it is exactly that I love about them but they’re…. they’re honest? They’re not kind just to be kind. Takes a bit to earn their trust but when you have it they keep an eye out for you.”

“If they’re so honest, that’s troublesome, partner,” he said darkly. “Both of them were acting like they were planning to have you killed, or something, and flaunting it in my face.”

“You’ve never been the weak link,” he said gently. “It’s your inner strength that’s inspired so many people. And it’s that strength that lets you see something worthwhile even in people who’ve hurt you. I just don’t want to see you fighting if you don’t have to. That’s what I’m here for, to help you.”

“I’ve got to fight these days. It’s the only way to stay alive and to work towards the future. We can fight together now. I know you want to protect me but that might mean riding with me rather than taking over for me now. Is that okay?”

“Of course.” His voice was deep. “Maybe that’s the reason I was given a separate body after all.”

“Whyever you were given a separate body I’m glad.” He grinned. “Now…where are we going to have you stay?” He pawed at the back of his neck. “I mean… Lord, there’s the HQ but that’s particularly Bakura infested, there’s my parents place but lordy that’s a whole other problem, there’s the Game Shop but my great-grandfather… “ 

“The mansion is--” Yami looked sheepish. “I haven’t really been awake all this time, but whenever I woke up, it was in a closet in there. I don’t think anyone found me.” He perked up at the mention of his former workplace. “The Game Shop? Is your grandfather not there anymore?”

“You’ve never been the weak link,” he said gently. “It’s your inner strength that’s inspired so many people. And it’s that strength that lets you see something worthwhile even in people who’ve hurt you. I just don’t want to see you fighting if you don’t have to. That’s what I’m here for, to help you.”

“I’ve got to fight these days. It’s the only way to stay alive and to work towards the future. We can fight together now. I know you want to protect me but that might mean riding with me rather than taking over for me now. Is that okay?”

“Of course.” His voice was deep. “Maybe that’s the reason I was given a separate body after all.”

“I can tell.” A mischievous grin. “I offered to help him out. For some reason he declined.” He shook his head. “I don’t know how you want me to act around these people, but when they keep talking like our enemies, it’s hard to imagine you want me to stay friendly.”

“If they say they’re my friends it’s best to avoid open conflict but, hey, don’t take shit from anyone on my account. I don’t want you killing people willy nilly but you don’t have to sit quiet and take an insult. Thief and Godling are weirdoes but they are my friends. They wouldn’t hurt me without a reason.”

“Sounds like a good compromise,” he said after a moment of thought. “I haven’t attacked anyone, of course. Though I wouldn’t put it past either of them to attack me. If they’re really your friends, why are they so...” He struggled to come up with an appropriate adjective to describe acting like Bakura.