Author's Note: Ok, this idea just sort of hit me. Ow. rubs head Also, Yugi was complaining that I wrote too much fantasy and Gundam Wing fanfics, so I just needed a change of pace. Hehe.

Disclaimer : Why would I own Yu-Gi-Oh? If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, would I be writing this? Think about it.

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"Yami!" Yugi yelled up the stairs. "I need some help!"

Curious, the former Pharaoh clumped down the stairs, almost tripping over a large cardboard box in the process.

"Aibou!" he yelled. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Spring cleaning," Yugi replied, sitting cross-legged on the floor, sorting out some old antiques. "Don't just stand there, Yami, help me!"

"I am not going to help," Yami said indignately. "In my days, maids did work like this."

"Well, there aren't any maids here now," said Yugi. "So you get to help."

"I'm thrilled," said Yami sarcastically.

Disgusted, he looked through a box marked with the word, 'Cosmetics'.

Interesting, he thought, finding a large pink box. I wonder what's in here?

"Yugi," he said out loud, "I'm going upstairs for a while."

"Okay," mumbled Yugi, who wasn't really paying attention.

Yami ran quickly up the stairs.

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Author's Note: It's so suspenseful, isn't it?