Jay: "Another story?"

Me: "Yes, ignorant one."

Free: "Aw don't be too harsh on the guy. That's his girlfriends job."

Jay: "…At least I have a girlfriend."

Me: "Free stop choking him! *sigh* I don't own Yugioh or any of the characters. Enjoy"

"See you later, Yami." Joey waved at his friend before closing the door behind him.

Yami waited until he heard Joey's car take off down the street before he turned off all the lights in his house and headed upstairs for bed. Joey and he had been at a school meeting which was required for every student at Domino High to attend and it had bored them to tears. So he didn't waste any time crawling into bed without even changing out of the clothes he had been wearing all day. His eyes started to get heavy as he laid there, thinking about nothing in particular. The only thing that came to his mind at the moment was: Ra am I glad I bought my own house. Otherwise mom would be yelling at me to take a shower or question what had happened at the meeting. The thing was that Yami had moved out of his mom's house when he was sixteen, being emancipated and all. He honestly thought it was one of the best decisions he ever made. Sure he had to get a part time job, but his mom did help him out with all the expenses, only making his life easier.

Yami sighed loudly before he let sleep take him, only to be woken up a few minutes later by a loud crash coming from downstairs. He sat up in bed, fully awake now. A surge of panic washed over his body as he heard more movement coming from downstairs. An intruder was in his house and it was his duty to get that person out. Yami made himself get out of bed and picked up his bedside lamp, it being the only thing in his room that could be used as a weapon. With the lamp secured in his grip he crept downstairs where thrashing noises were still being made. He crept along the walls until he had reached the source of all the noise. The laundry room. With his heart racing a mile a minute he cautiously peeked into the small room to find a man, wait no, a teenage boy with his foot stuck in a straw laundry basket and clothes sprawled out all over him.

The young teen was hissing in pain as the now broken parts of straw were poking into his flesh since the basket had engulfed his leg all the way up past his knee.

"What the hell are you doing in my house!" Yami yelled loudly as he jumped from his hiding place.

The teen nearly shitted himself as a sudden voice yelled at him angrily. He looked up to see a dark figure in front of him. He couldn't see him, due to the lack of light, but could tell by his posture and voice that he was not fucking around.

"I-I…" the teen was at a lost for words.

Yami grabbed the kid by the hand and practically dragged him into the kitchen where he turned on the light so he could see who the intruder was. They both blinked and rubbed at their eyes at the sudden brightness of the room. Once Yami's eyes had adjusted to the light he focused on the boy who was now cowering in his grip. He had to do a double take before fully taking the boy in. His eyes were large innocent looking orbs of colored amethyst, his hair wildly black with dark magenta tips and his face framed with wavy golden bangs. Yami also noticed his tattered clothes and the dirt that covered a good portion of his face along with his hands and feet.

"Care to explain why your in my house, planning to do Ra knows what?" Yami asked as he pushed the kid into a chair, seeing he couldn't go anywhere with the basket still stuck on his short leg.

"I'm s-sorry!" the boy whispered as tears began to fall down his face in shame.

"Calm down!" Yami shook the younger ones shoulders to get his attention. "Just give me one good reason why I shouldn't call the police and have them lock you up for trespassing and attempted robbery." Yami asked in his most assertive voice. "That is what you were doing, right? Stealing?"

The boy hung his head and nodded slowly, refusing to look in Yami's eyes.

"Well, I'm waiting." Yami said irritably.

The teen sighed slowly as he fidgeted with his hands. "Because I don't have anything." he said loudly enough for Yami to hear. "Nothing at all and I was desperate. I've been kicked out of every store and restaurant I've ever walked in and I needed food… and water…" he gulped before continuing. "I saw the lights in your house go out and I thought I could sneak in, grab some things, and sneak back out, but when I came in from that rooms window I didn't see the basket underneath me and I jumped right down on top of it." he cried silently and waited for Yami's response.

Yami on the other hand could tell this boy was telling the truth. His poorly skinny frame shone through the ripped clothes he wore and his face looked rather gaunt. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy who had only meant to take a few pieces of food to survive.

"I'm guessing you don't have a home, am I right?" Yami asked.

The young teen nodded only making Yami feel even worse. He suddenly got an idea that he figured couldn't be too bad.

"Well, I can't believe I'm going to say this, but do you want to stay here for a while? I mean, I know we just met and all, but you seem like an ok kid that I could learn to trust."

The boy was taken aback by the offer. Clearly no one had offered to help him in any sort of manner.

"I-I wouldn't want to bother you. Besides I just tried to rob you, you should be kicking me out on the streets."

"Oh come on. You said it yourself that you were desperate and by the looks of you I can tell, no offense or anything."

"It's ok." the boy smiled weakly. "But I don't want you to think you have to take me in because you feel sorry for me."

Yami sighed, getting annoyed at how considerate the kid was.

"Listen," Yami said as he ran his hand through his hair. "I'm asking because I want to help you and I don't want you to die on the streets. So you can either live here with me or go back into the bitter cold where you'll likely die of starvation."

The boy bit his lip, but finally gave in and nodded, "Ok, I'll stay."

"Thought so," Yami smirked. "Now how about we get you something to eat and also get that basket off your leg."

They both looked down at the now irritated skin which was being scratched and rubbed against the prickly straw. Yami walked over to a drawer and fished out a knife. He went back over to the boy and knelt down on the ground so he could cut the basket off properly. As he began he noticed the teens body tense up.

"Relax, I promise I won't cut you." Yami before getting a nod from the boy for him to continue.

That's how they spent the next twenty minutes, trying to get the basket off. When it finally was split in two the boy rubbed his leg and let out a low moan that made Yami slightly twitch.

"So what's your name anyways?" Yami asked as he turned on the oven and started digging around in the freezer for the frozen pizza he had bought just the other day.

"Yugi. What's yours?" Yugi asked curiously as his stomach growled loudly enough for Yami to raise an eyebrow.

"That's funny. Our names kind of sound the same. I'm Yami."

"Yeah they do, I guess." Yugi smiled as he looked around the kitchen, taking in his new home.

"Say Yugi, why don't you take a shower while the pizzas cooking and by the time your done the pizza will be ready." Yami more told than suggested since Yugi did smell pretty bad.

"Oh, sorry about the smell." Yugi blushed. "I haven't bathed in a while…"

Yami smiled understandingly, "It's ok Yugi. Come on, I'll show you where the shower is."

Yugi nodded and as they began to walk up the stairs Yugi slipped his hand into Yami's giving it a squeeze that meant, thank you.

A/N

Jay: "So Yami just let's some random kid stay in his house?"

Me: "Duh didn't you read the story?"

Jay: "Eh some bits and parts of it."

Me: "Sometimes I wish I could unmake you."

Free: "Anyways… thanks for reading and please Review!"