Disclaimer: I'll own Yugioh! when I turn eighty-five. Seventy-something more years to go? Boo.

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Chapter 1: Four-Letter Word

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Atemu sneezed. Then, he growled. Technically, it was a sneeze-growl. "ACHgrrrugh…"

Crimson eyes darkened with discontent, and slender fingers raked through black hair. His head pulsed violently, like a ticking time bomb ready to explode at any second. That was how he, Atemu Yamino felt right now. Another growl left his throat, vibrating throughout his whole entire body. Atemu sunk lower in his seat and rested his head behind him.

His navi vibrated in his pocket, and he decided to count each soft ping. One…two…fifteen….thirty-five…

"FUCKING SHIT JUST TAKE ME HOME!" Crimson eyes burst open and Atemu lunged for the door.

"Master Atemu," a light voice sighed next to him before attempting to hold the poor teenager back, "You're in a moving car and I'd appreciate it if you didn't kill yourself. Your father would have my head for it."

"Fuck that shit," Atemu snarled, but he gave in quickly. Sitting down, he pinched the bridge of his nose and reached for a tissue. For two days, he'd been stuck at home sick with a cold. It was rare for someone with his physique to be handicapped in such a way, but the once in a blue moon chance he did, his sickness would hit him hard.

He would have been at home, curled up in one of his fine comforters and sleeping away the day before sneaking out sometime in the afternoon to do something more productive. Of course, with extra strength meant extra weakness and it was only today that he could actually push himself out of bed without falling over and moaning for Mahado to bring him some Advil.

Atemu would have rather suck on his own dick than show up at the fucked up school like Puzzle High. He grumbled, sinking further in his seat. Mahado tapped his hand politely and frowned. "Master Atemu, it is a Friday. I doubt that going to school would kill you."

"I'm not worried about school killing me," muttered Atemu. "I'm more likely to demolish it, anyway."

That was enough for Mahado to chuckle. He smiled elegantly as the car pulled to a dead halt in the pathway of the school before opening the door and helping his master out. A frown crossed his lips. "Master Atemu?"

"No."

"Master Atemu, two days away from school is enough, you must--"

"No."

"Atemu!" Mahado shouted with a more demanding tone. He lunged at his grumpy master and yanked the annoying teenager out the door. "You will go to school. I have notified the nurse of your need for Tylenol, and you have already been emailed the assignments you missed out on. That is it, understood?"

A groan bellowed from Atemu's lips and he grumbled profusely. Finally, he slapped away Mahado's nimble fingers and glared angrily. "Mahado?"

"Yes, Master Atemu?"

"Don't ever fucking touch me again." Atemu slammed the car door behind him, clutched his backpack closer and stomped to school grounds. Students alike separated, creating a path for the almighty teenager. Words bubbled through one ear and out the other--

"Atemuu! I'm sooooo glad you're back!"

"Geez, man, you look better than ever!"

"Oh. My. God. ATEMU!"

He groaned indignantly, already wishing for the day to be over. His fingers clinched his navi, which still excessively continued pinging when he finally found his locker. Atemu leaned against it, feeling somewhat comforted by his surroundings before checking the messages. Out of the six hundred and forty-eight messages he had gotten, only three of them had names that he recognized: Seto, Bakura, and Malik. He quickly skimmed through them before deleting all (now) six-hundred and eighty-four messages.

Fifteen more popped in their place instantly. Dammit.

Atemu immediately switched his messages to 'private' and tucked his navi in his pocket.

"Atemu," at the sound of a rather sugary voice, Atemu could only wince. He regained his composure, eyes narrowing suspiciously as a girl appeared before him: Mana Hudson. She grinned, tackling Atemu happily and latching onto his neck.

Atemu shifted his position, noticing immediately Mana was three inches off the ground. "Mana," he grumbled, "I'll kill you if you don't get off."

That was enough to make the other pout. Mana slipped away, hands tucked behind her beige skirt with a gleaming tan. "And what's got your whitey-tidies in a bundle, best friend?"

"Not my best friend," Atemu barked. He opened his locker, taking out his textbook and putting away the rest of his things. History, right? He had history first. Atemu continued his walk, and unfortunately, Mana was continuing to follow him. "Fuck, Mana. Leave me alone."

"No! Not until you tell me what's wrong!" Mana squirmed, green eyes elevating with a playful pout. "I thought we were closer than that, Atemu!"

"I said," Atemu snarled. He slammed Mana into a nearby locker, which was enough to knock the wind out of her and then some. Crimson eyes flared with obvious anger and a scowl was set across Atemu's lips. He pressed his own body close to hers, sanity fleeting quickly. "Leave me the fuck alone before I shove you in a closet and show you what I can really do."

Mana gasped, eyes widening with fright. She whimpered, mouth crooning into a frown. Atemu, finally realizing what he was about to do, released her in a flurry of curses. He continued his walk to history, once again cursing himself when he ran into a student.

"Fuck," he droned, "why won't anyone leave me alone today?"

"Oh, sorry." The other's voice was gentle and quiet. Atemu glared, bangs far too buried in his eyes to truly see who it was, but the other helped him up. Less than a second later, Atemu slapped their hand away and continued his walk. "H-Hold it!"

"What?" The word was simple, but the way Atemu had said it was enough to send any nearby students fleeing in fear. Gold bangs left his face, and suddenly he caught the eye of who had stopped him. Amethyst. That was all Atemu saw when he looked up--then unexpectedly down because he hadn't expected the other to be so short.

Large amethyst-violet eyes that widened twice in size (something Atemu was surprised could be done) due to amusement. Blond bangs framed his face, and a fearsome flurry of black hair toppled the rest of his head. A small smile stretched across soft pink lips. "Tissue?"

"What?" Atemu snapped out of his scrutiny, eyeing what he assumed to be a puny freshman when a small packet of tissues was shoved in his face.

The other giggled softly and shrugged. "You um, sound congested, Atemu. That is…your name, right? I'm sorry, the List has an Atemu Yamino as the most popular guy, and the picture had red eyes, and um, you're the only one who had red eyes and uh…" Pink flourished across this boy's cheeks and he shifted between his feet. "You look sick."

"Yeah." Atemu snatched the tissues from the other's hand, taking the time to examine this boy when he was rambling. This freshman was sickeningly adorable. His eyes narrowed, watching this kid like a hawk. "Next time," he mumbled irritably, "don't fucking run into me."

He turned his feet without another word and entered the world of screaming, ogling girls known only as "history class."

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"What was that about?" Amethyst eyes peered up, eyebrows furrowing. Finally, he sighed to himself and wandered about the halls. It'd been so simple, he thought. His classroom was so easy to find, and Jou didn't even need to help him. Unfortunately, he forgot his books and needed to return to his locker. His locker wasn't far away; he knew that for sure. What he didn't know was where the heck it was.

A squeak left his throat when he tripped over a stray cable leading to AV club. Pout firmly set on petite lips, he cursed himself for his clumsiness. It was only his third day of school! Speaking of being the new kid… Others were still staring.

A frown settled upon these fair lips, and then a tug of a smile. So, that was Atemu Yamino, the most well-known teenager in the large city of Millennia--the most futuristic city in the twenty-first century. Atemu Yamino was…a jerk. With another twist of the lips, he scoffed and looked at the thing he dubbed "hell-device."

"So," he murmured amusedly, "navigator-thing or whatnot. Do you think you can take me to my locker?"

Request Acknowledged. Approaching locker in forty-eight steps.

Huh. Maybe these navi-things weren't as bad as he'd originally thought. "Navis" as he learned on his first day here nearly six days before, were automated futuristic devices that acted like your phone, your mp3 player, 3G internet, email device, alarm clock, steering wheel, and et cetera. The damned hell-device caused him nothing but trouble. Getting him to his locker was quite possibly the best thing it'd done since he first got it. What he didn't like were the other default apps, such as the Top List.

He stopped, eyes in the hues of a setting sun blinking in utter confusion. "Um, hello."

A girl was crouched over the set of lockers. Long, chocolate brown hair grazed her back and large green eyes twinkled with trouble. She looked up, suddenly standing up as well. "Best friend! You came back!"

Best friend…? He shook his head and immediately caught sight of something on the girl's arm. "You have a bruise there, uh…"

"Mana Hudson!" She smiled brightly and brushed dust off her shoulder. "Don't worry about it. That's just Atemu Yamino for you; he beats up a lot of people if they bother him."

"Oh?" That wasn't fair. "Um…"

"Yeah?" "

"Y…You're in the way of my locker." He gestured behind her and flinched when the sound of the school bell went off. Great, now he was late. With a sigh, he muttered, "Oh well. Doubt I'd find my way back to history class anyway."

"History? With Hino-sensei?"

"U…Uh, yeah."

"I'll take you there! I have her for third period!" Mana teemed with excitement as she tugged the boy back to his locker. Without even noticing, Mana had slipped his navi into her grasp. "What's your classes? Hm…oh wow."

"What?" He arched a nervous eyebrow before finally getting his locker open.

"You're…" Mana raised an eyebrow, eyes doubling in size. "you're actually a year older than me, aren't you? A junior? Wow, I would never have guessed!"

"I get that a lot." With a shrug, he smiled when he succeeded with his history book and shut the door. "So um, will you take me to class, Mana?"

"Yeah!" she nodded and finally gave his navi back. "Um… what's your name again?"

"Oh." Eyes widened as he finally remembered never disclosing a name. A smile stretched kindly from cheek-to-cheek. "Yugi. My name is Yugi Mutou."

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"You've made quite the impression since you were gone, you know."

"Hah. His fucking royal highness probably didn't want his beauty rest disturbed."

A grunt. Atemu raked a hand through crisp, gold bangs as he closed his eyes and tried to calm himself. Unfortunately, that was something he could never succeed in. If it was one thing that Atemu was good at, it was having a temper tantrum. "So what do you want?"

"There's a new name on the List," said cousin Seto Kaiba. Dark blue eyes flickered with interest, eyebrow arching with quaint curiosity. "It's very rare, don't you think?"

"Well," Atemu muttered as he crossed his arms, "I'm still number one, aren't I?"

Seto nodded. The Top List was the master list specifically made for teenagers ranging from freshmen to seniors. It noted the popularity of each student by how many times they were spoken of, and the reason why it'd been so popular for the past two years (after one Seto Kaiba created the app for their navis) was because it took note of every high school student across the entire district--seven high schools, to be exact. Atemu was number one, followed by one Seto Kaiba, then Bakura Touzoukuou and Marik Ishutaru.

"The only problem with that," Seto said with a frown, "is he's a new student. He broke the top hundred on his first day here. Yesterday he rose to the rank of ninety-nine, and today, he rose to the rank of ninety."

"Oh?" Atemu rolled his eyes, finding this particular subject only slightly interesting.

"He's trouble!" Bakura barked with a cynical grin on his face. He sniggered, white bangs jutting in different directions. "Always so soft and cuddly. Tripped him in the hallway yesterday. He took the blame for it."

That was trouble. People who broke the top hundred normally held an air of arrogance around them. Not to mention, this was a 'he.' Atemu arched an eyebrow, finally interested as he blew his nose in the pack of tissues given to him earlier. He wadded it up and threw it in Bakura's direction. "Probably some faker."

Bakura growled, chunking the chink of tissue back in the other's direction. He smirked and leaned back in his seat. "No doubt. Some arrogant bastard who thinks he can win everybody in Millennia over."

Seto nodded in agreement. "By the way, Atemu, did he come yet?"

"What?" Oh. Atemu growled, another headache surfacing in his temples. He glared at his cousin, the one who'd put him in this predicament in the first place. "No, he didn't come."

"What's the big deal about this brat you have to babysit again?" Bakura snorted and rolled his eyes. "Can't you just hand him to one of the nannies and be done with it?"

"Apparently not," Seto scowled and massaged his troubled head. "Kaiba Corp was finally able to buy the game shop near the harbor. "When we came to an agreement last fall, that old man mysteriously decided to give his share to that brat of his."

"And this ass here volunteered me to take care of him." Atemu sneered at his cousin before throwing the snot-filled tissue back in Bakura's face. The game shop Seto spoke of was the one near the bay. Atemu had never visited, but it was apparently full of games that no one in Millennia ever owned. Kids were enticed with them and therefore, Kaiba Corp bought it to chain across the country. World, knowing that ambitious fucktard next to him. "I had the welcome mat pulled out for him six days ago. Don't expect me to be nice when that kid finally comes."

"He's a brat! Can't be that bright!" Bakura chunked it forcefully to the crimson-eyed teen next to him, only for it to roll away on the floor.

"Smooth move," scoffed Seto.

"Bah."

"Class, the bell rang five minutes ago; please settle down!"

All three teenagers exchanged looks before getting back to their rightful seats. Unfortunately for Atemu, Seto sat on the other side of the classroom while Bakura sat in the very back. He, on the other hand, sat next to the window and next to an empty desk.

Hino-sensei stood up in front of the smart board, navi in hand. She frowned and looked over to the blond student who sat in front of Atemu. "Katsuya, did Yugi-kun get lost in the school again?"

"Prob'ly. He said that he was gonna go get his history book since he forgot it."

"I suppose," Hino-sensei rolled her eyes and opened up an app on the board, "he can't help it. He's a new residence in Millennia; being able to work his navi would be a miracle, now wouldn't it?"

Atemu snorted, sharing a glance with his blue-eyed cousin across the room. On cue, his navi vibrated in his pocket and he smirked at the twin messages from both his friends: What kind of idiot doesn't know how to work a navi?

"S-Sorry, Hino-sensei!" the door slid open. "I kind of got lost…"

Amethyst eyes… What the--! Atemu snapped up, dark red eyes glazing with confusion as he watched the familiar boy stumble into the classroom. Behind him stood Mana, with a smile on her face.

"It's okay, Yugi-kun." Hino-sensei said reassuringly. She gestured to an empty desk in the classroom. The one right next to Atemu. "I just hope that you can memorize the school map; I'll get in trouble if I keep excusing you."

"Y…yeah," pink tinged pale cheeks. "O-Okay."

Oh, that's the new kid, said Seto's newest email. Atemu arched an eyebrow as the next one appeared in a matter of seconds. Did we mention that he sort of looks like you?

Sort of? He bit back his sarcasm as this kid, "Yugi" thanked Mana by the door before settling down the aisle. Wasn't this the same freshman who had run into him in the hallway?

Halfway to his seat, Yugi had tripped over Atemu's leg and hit his head on the top of the desk. "O…ow…"

The class roared with laughter. Atemu watched as Yugi picked himself up, not even offering help, and glared. Yugi's eyes were plastered on the ground, and the crimson-eyed teen asked himself curiously: was this little kid crying? Apparently not, Atemu realized a half second later, when Yugi pulled out a pack of tissues. Yugi wrapped it around the used wad Atemu carelessly left on the ground and threw it in the nearby trashcan.

What a nerd, Atemu snorted. Yugi came back under the roar of sniggers, ignoring some "aww's" he was getting while the majority continued with their amusement. Atemu wasn't sure when it happened, but he'd started smirking at this clumsy midget's actions.

A pout surfaced across Yugi's lips. Suddenly, his attention tore away from his own humiliation and he looked Atemu straight in the eye.

Atemu arched an eyebrow. "What?"

"You're using them," beamed Yugi. "My tissues."

"What of it?"

"Oh." The glimmer in Yugi's eyes disappeared, eyebrows furrowing. "Never mind then."

"Students! Please turn to the seventh chapter in your history book. We have a lot to cover today!"

He reached under his desk to take out his book and--"Fuck." Atemu scowled as he held up the calculus book in his grasp instead. Could this day simply get any worse?

"Atemu?"

"God, just what is it?!" Atemu snapped angrily. He shot a glare to the boy next to him, who yet again looked confused. Amethyst eyes flickered with slight amusement and uncertainty.

"Do you want to share my book?"

The words tingled in Atemu's head. He watched this kid as Yugi scooted over with his history book in hand. What was the word to describe him? This kid…really…pissed him off. "Only for now," he muttered.

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"Wow, just wow."

"You have to admit, Atemu, it's not much of a surprise if you look at our track record." Seto's eyes glazed with anger and he scoffed. "I just can't believe someone who cracked the top hundred is hanging out with them of all people."

"Them" consisted of Katsuya Jonouchi, Malik Ishtar, and Ryou Inoue. Three periods had passed, and from what Atemu had learned, Yugi Mutou and he had both first period and third period together. Apparently, lunch was another thing that they shared. The only reason why Seto seemed so agitated (and now, Atemu himself) was because of who the Mutou brat was hanging out with. Ishtar and Inoue had an odd resemblance to Marik and Bakura; Jonouchi was just stuck in that group.

Now, ironically enough, the new kid was parading around with the bunch of underdogs and was now another kid who Atemu was positive would get on his nerves.

This day couldn't have gotten any worse. Both Seto and Atemu watched as Jonouchi grabbed Mutou into a bear hug and started a tickle fight. Seto growled.

"So where are Bakura and Marik?" Atemu rolled his eyes, knowing best not to get his friend started on the subject of Jonouchi.

"They're getting rid of the new target."

That was enough to get a laugh out of the crimson-eyed teen. He snorted, musing how that 'target' very much deserved it anyway. He kept a steady eye on the other four teenagers eating their lunch on the hilltop outside. "So how is his popularity then?"

"Wavering, but it keeps shooting up and going back down." Seto took out his black navi and gestured to the results. "I'm thinking he's only broken it because of his resemblance to you."

"They weren't like this when Inoue transferred here, freshman year."

"Inoue didn't look like you."

"Point taken." Atemu reached in his pocket and took his cold medicine. Throughout the day, his congestion seemed to come down, as he didn't feel as headache-y as he was at the beginning. His eyes caught sight of two brunettes approaching Mutou and his group of friends. "What's his relationship with them?"

"Like hell if I know," Seto rolled his eyes. "Anzu Mazaki makes it as number forty-two on the list. Mana Hudson is fifty-three."

"Alright."

"Why so curious, anyway?" the brunet chuckled softly and smirked. "Do you have some plans in mind?"

"Oh, plenty. After I'm feeling back in tip-top shape." Atemu blinked, taking in the sight of both Marik and Bakura marching up to the gang Seto and he were just observing. "What are they doing?"

Seto shrugged. "Let's go find out."

By the time they got there, it wasn't hard to figure out something had happened. Marik had a fist full of Jonouchi's shirt as he threatened to punch him while Malik was trying his best to push Bakura back, but desperately failing. Behind them stood Ryou, who had a protective arm snaked around Yugi's shoulder. Mana and Anzu followed in suit, refusing for Yugi to be taken away. The shortest of all of them looked confused, casting glances at every single one of his friends. A crowd was forming, obviously interested in whatever the heck was going on.

"You wanna say that again, you overgrown bastard?!" Jonouchi snarled. Despite his threatening tone, he was being held an inch off the ground by the taller teen. He flailed, trying desperately to kick but obviously failing.

"Jou, it's fine!" Yugi looked scared. Eyebrows furrowed, he shook his head. "It's my fault, I should--"

"No!" barked the second blond. Malik wrestled out of Bakura's grasp, hands clenched. "Give him a break, he's a new student! We're fucking tired of you guys going around like you own this school anyway!"

"Guys…" Yugi weakly protested once again. Mana and Anzu wouldn't let him. Ryou squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.

"Bakura, Marik." Atemu looked between his two friends with bemusement. The entire crowd gasped, murmurs surfacing as the crimson-eyed teen made his way through along with his cousin. Marik and Bakura loosened their grip and shoved the pair back to the group in the middle of the circle. "What's going on?"

Bakura grunted, frown settled upon his lips. "That smug little brat in the middle was showing off in Math."

That was the second time Atemu Yamino laughed at something petty in one day. His eyes resurfaced to the locks of blond and black hair peeping from behind Mana. "Is that all?"

"He disgraced your father's name during debate, too." Marik sniggered, hands nestled on both hips. "Kind of funny, actually."

"Oh?" Crimson eyes darkened. That wasn't something to laugh at.

"How's he spose to know that your damn pops was the mayor?!" Jonouchi blocked Atemu's sight, hands curled into fists. "You're gonna sock him just because you're the son of a bastard? Don't you even think about it, asshole!"

Atemu ignored him. Instead, he made his way across the mass of people and stood parallel to this boy with pink-violet eyes. Murmurs were surfacing about how they looked alike. In a sense, they were right. Same school uniform, common, exotic eyes, and long locks of gold sprawled across their faces. Ebony locks shot in jagged ends for both of them, but that was it. Atemu was fierce. This brat was sweet. Atemu was relentless, this brat was forgiving.

"You really shouldn't be picking fights you know you can't win, little one." Red eyes narrowed at their target with a furious blaze.

"Right." Amethyst eyes shifted to the ground and Yugi shuffled between his feet. "S…sorry. I'll be quiet in math class."

"That's not what I'm angry about!" Atemu snapped angrily. The other flinched and backed away. "Know your place at this school, or you'll end up with bruises so bad on that pretty little skin of yours you won't even look Japanese anymore."

"Yugi…" Ryou wrapped a protective arm around the other with furrowed eyebrows. "Please, don't threaten him."

"Oh?" Bakura appeared by Atemu's side hastily with another snigger. "So the little mouse finally squeaks? I've been waiting for the day to cut all that princess-y little hair off."

"NO!" Before anyone had even realized it, Yugi had shoved Ryou behind him, arms up and eyes flaring. "Don't hurt him!"

"Yug, we told you to stay back!"

"Yugi, don't even think about--"

Unfortunately, their short friend had other things to deal with. Atemu arched an eyebrow, rather amused by this new development. "Are you so stupid that you're willing to get beat up by all four of us and end up crying home to your mother?"

"Yes." Yugi held firm ground.

It was hard to say, out of those eight of them. Mana and Anzu had been shoved to the side, so it was quiet obvious that they weren't the ones to throw the first punch.

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"Fuck."

"Did you get into a fight today, Master Atemu?"

A hiss left the young teen's throat. He nestled in his car seat as Mahado appeared to his other side. Another grunt left his lips as he rubbed his sore arm from earlier events. The fight the eight of them had gotten into was horrible. Before Atemu had even realized it, someone slammed a fist into his jaw, and the fight had started. Seto was complaining about the bite mark he'd received on his shoulder once they left the principal's office. Bakura left with a bloody nose and Marik muttered something about a bruise on his eye. All-in-all, they'd been pretty successful, but were really sore.

The morons, on the other hand, weren't as lucky. Jonouchi had bumps and bruises across his entire face and a large one on his forehead. Malik was in the same condition, which left the little brat and Ryou with the least harm. Ryou had less bruises, but Yugi Mutou had hit his head hard on a tree branch and was sent home. That, Atemu mused wryly, actually wasn't his fault. His "lookalike" was just very, very clumsy.

"Not my fault," Atemu grumbled. "Would have been less of a hassle of Bakura kept his fucking mouth shut."

"I see," sighed Mahado. He ordered for the driver to politely take them back to the Yamino Residence. "By the way, Master Seto's guest arrived not too shortly ago."

"Good." Wait, no. Bad. Atemu apparently had to be nice to this brat, or the old man would change his mind on his deal with Kaiba Corp. Dammit, Seto Kaiba owed him big! "So what's the deal about this kid?"

"How did you end up getting into a fight?"

Damn. "Do we really need to be talking about that?"

"I suppose not, but I worry about your wellbeing at times." Mahado sighed and shook his head. Suddenly, another look crossed his face. "You're not bullying other students again, are you?"

"This one's different." Very different. Atemu rubbed his sore head, leaning back in his seat. His thoughts went back to how the fight had gotten started. He remembered lunging towards Mutou, with the simple intent to say he was the new target of torture. This kid hadn't been willing to fight back until his friend was threatened. That was enough to pique Atemu's interest.

He must have missed Mahado telling him they had arrived at the house because he'd already been guided to the door without realizing it. His thoughts lingered, and he already made plans to meet with the boys and decide how to torture that kid. His friends, too, Atemu realized. Jonouchi was the one who sucker punched him; of course Mutou wouldn't be the only one involved.

Just exactly why were they so intent on protecting--"This is Yugi Mutou." Exactly!

"Bwah?" Atemu blinked away his daze and looked as his favored butler gestured to the short violet-eyed boy standing in front of them. Yugi Mutou stood there, ice pack in hand in star-patterned baby pajamas. "What are you doing at my house?"

Mahado arched an eyebrow, sure proof that Atemu was too busy in his own thoughts to pay attention. "Master Yugi is Master Kaiba's new business partner."

"…hah?" Crimson-eyes flickered with confusion. On the other hand, Yugi held a bag of ice to the bump on his head and didn't look surprised.

"My grandfather made a business deal and chose me to be to be his representative here. I've been staying with Jou for a while, but…" Yugi rubbed his soar head, lips pulled into a pout. He smiled softly. "I'm told that I'm supposed to be staying with you for the time being."

Oh, fuck.

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Notes:

Navis are personal little devices in Millennia and Millennia alone. That'll be explained in later chapters. Ishutaru is the romanization of Marik's last name,Touzoukuo is "Thief King", and Inoue is the last name of one of Ryou's seiyuus. "Atemu Yamino" just translates to "Atemu's Darkness" or "Atemu of Darkness." Something like that. Mean!Yami is so hard to write; buu. Umum, reviews would be nice! :D