"Are you okay?"

Yugi heard their voices, but nothing was more distant at this moment. All he could concentrate was the pain in his throat. It burned with the flavour of drugs, more specifically marijuana.

"Shit!" One of the kids complained, hitting Yugi on the head. "Why'd you have to go and do that Mutou?! That was a waste of 2000 yen. You owe us."

Yugi groaned. His throat was burning, and there was nothing drinkable beyond the disgusting valley of mud filled water within miles. Of course they had to pick an illegal place to do drugs.

Yugi hated this country. Ever since Grandpa had moved to America, convinced they'd get more business here now that fads from Japan had grown here, Yugi had been miserable. He missed his old friends.

But there was one thing he didn't miss… and one thing that had gotten him mixed in with this crowd. His love for Yami Kusagawa, the gang leader. He smoked his weed with ease. Yugi wished he could impress him… show him who he was.

In his muse, Yugi didn't notice some of the members glaring at him until one of them shoved him. He hit the ground, cowering in fear Tamasagi growled, "I'm fed up with this brat! He tags around after us all the time; he can't even FAKE a bad ass."

Yami glared right back at Tamasagi, "Quiet down. There's no need to be rude."

Yami stooped down to Yugi's level, balancing on one knee. Yugi still lay on the ground, unsure whether to move, quivering in fear. Yami reached out and stroked Yugi's spiky hair back, speaking softly into his ear.

"It's unusual how we look so similar… Do you believe in opposites?"

Yugi nodded hesitantly, and Yami continued.

"Then what does that make you if I'm the evil one?"

Yugi understood without a need for anymore words. He got up and walked away. Behind him, Tamasagi yelled something about how he owed them 2000 yen plus interest for wasting perfectly good marijuana. Yugi knew once his debt was paid, he would likely never see more than quick glimpses of Yami.

But Yugi understood, and it was fine. Yami and he weren't meant to be. Yami was meant to be in the west and he in the east. He'd fallen in love with his opposite, when they were never meant to meet.

He knew the law, that if two opposites met, they should stay away. Generally, one was supposed to be the dark half of the other and vice versa. Yet Yugi had barely noticed the similarity in appearance they shared, though when pointed out, it seemed they were almost carbon copies, minus the height Yami had on him.

Somehow, through his musings of whether he and Yami belonged together, his feet had managed to take him right back to his home.

At the end of the school term, Grandpa and Yugi moved back to Japan. Grandpa's reasoning turned out to be that they had made more money back in Japan. When Anzu asked how things were, Yugi just smiled and said he didn't want to talk about it, the experience wasn't important.

Years later, Yugi and Anzu married. On their wedding day, Yugi swore he caught a glimpse of Yami in the back pew.

He was always left wondering the same thing. 'If they tried, couldn't two people change fate?'