So here's my first revised chapter. Hopefully it's better than the first time around. And please refrain from reading the next chapters until I re-release them. Thank you and have a nice day.

Disclaimer: Do I look like an old Japanese man, if I do, then you're sadly mistaken.

When I was young I used to dream about fairy tales. You know, the ones where the charming prince saved the virtuous princess.

I wanted to think my life would turn out like that. But of course, you can't always get what you want, right?

Instead of a wonderful tale with a fiery dragon, and a brave hero, I got a horrid tale with empty threats and broken promises.

But, deep down, I always prayed for my prince to save me.

"Yami! Wake up already!" A horrible screeching sound accompanied by a wretched stench alarmed Yami's senses.

"I'm up, I'm up. Now get out of my room!" Yami yelled back at her drunken father.

She couldn't help but feel melancholic about it though. She remembered her childhood and how her dad used to be there. Sure, it wasn't the best childhood ever, but it was better than most. That is until she turned seventeen and he lost his job at the local fish factory. Ever since then, a different side of him would come out whenever he drank the brown ale.

Yami sighed, it wasn't time to reminisce about her father, it was time for work.

Walking, to her pitiably small wardrobe, she pulled out her usual uniform of a white wife-beater, dark pleather pants, and her lucky leather jacket.

Grabbing her clothes, Yami walked to the bathroom across the hall, successfully avoiding her father. A nice hot shower was what she needed to start off her off-beat day. But of course that wasn't what she got. After jumping around in the icy water of the minuscule shower she gave up and fought off the occasional shudders.

Yami was feeling as refreshed as she could be and ready to leave for the inscrutable Moutou's across town.

The day was breezy, not unusual for the Japanese spring. It let Yami ponder in silence. Like most days, she thought about leaving Domino. It was nice here, but she knew Egypt was where her heart yearned to be.

Egypt, where she was told her family is from, but never got the chance to go herself. The dry weather and blazing sands enticed her like a stripper would a promiscuous man.

Her footsteps on the dry pavement awakened her from her endless room of thoughts as she realized she was at the game shop.

Seeing the obnoxious building brought blissful memories of playing card games with the grandson of the owner. But ever since he left for school in America, he never came back.

Using her key to open the bright green door, she was painstakingly aware of the stillness of the small room.

After Yugi's departure, Mouto-san frequently made noises as to remind her that she wasn't alone.

"Hello? Mouto-san are you in here?" She asked aloud in the empty and quiet store. This was eerie; usually she could hear shuffling from the elderly Mouto and some low humming, but now nothing. Unless he left for one of those outlandish gaming conventions. But even if he did he usually told her a week in advance.

Yami assumed Sugoroku was out doing Kami knows what. She prepared for the day as per usual and flipped the sign from closed to open.

After several hours, and a few customers later, Yami was prepared to close shop. The day was one of those slow ones and Yami wanted some rest after her unjustly rude awakening.

A loud series of bangs brought her back into reality, as a panting young man became the focus of her attention. When he stopped breathing heavily, he seemed to finally notice the lone figure in the game shop.

"Who are you?" He asked tentatively.

Yami immediately answered a smug smirk on her lips, "I'm Yami, and I work here. Question is, who are you?"

"I'm Yugi Mouto, and my family owns this shop." He retorted, a hint of amusement danced on his face as Yami's eyes shone with recognition.

Yami was bemused. Yugi was back? Did this have something to do with Sugoroku's disappearance or was it completely coincidental?

"Well, Mouto-san isn't here right now, but feel free to wander around."

"Actually, I came here to see you." Yugi smiled angelically at his grandfather's cashier.

Yami blushed at the charm Yugi utilized, he was nothing like the way she remembered. Nothing like the shy little boy who would hide behind his cards and puzzles.

"I came to tell you that my grandfather will no longer be your employer, I will." His tone was sedative as he calmly checked her facial expressions.

Yami's cheeks seemed to stop burning when he announced his new title as her boss, a title that he claimed was never going to happen due to him wanting to be co-owners.

"What happened to Mouto-san?" She asked diligently, never letting on that she already knew who he was.

Yugi seemed to be lost for words, "Uh, well you can say he's on an extended business meeting." And that was where he slipped. His voice lost the reassuring tone as his old personality made itself prominent.

"Oh, well that's good."

After their brief yet awkward conversation, Yami took a good look at her old friend.

He grew little after high school, just a few inches. Not enough to surpass her though.

His hair took after his grandfathers, pointing out in a complicated star shape. The colors however, were distinctive. Exactly like hers, blonde bangs, ebony hair with crimson tips. This was what led to her getting a job here. The game shop was a family business, but due to their similar appearance Yami was deemed a part of the minute Mouto clan.

But his eyes, they, in her opinion, was always his best feature. Large childlike amethyst gems for eyes, sparkling with innocence with an underlying hint of stress.

Unbeknownst to her, Yugi was also looking over her appearance.

A strong looking woman of only five four, with mid back length hair was his new lackey. The colors of her hair was strangely similar to his tri colored locks.

Her unblemished skin was a smooth bronze. And her eyes, her striking eyes were what captured him. Hypnotizing crimson that held a warm fire sent him chills as he realized that he spent a much longer time than he needed to watching her. Yet, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he met her somewhere before. But that couldn't be true, no one can forget a shamelessly beautiful face like that.

"Mr. Mouto, I'd appreciate it if you weren't blatantly staring at me." Yami's voice broke through the lethargic fog.

Blushing at the fact that he was caught, Yugi cleared his voice before speaking, "I'm going to go upstairs, call me if you need anything."

Yugi left the basement portion of the three story apartment only to be faced with a bigger problem, "What the fuck did I get myself into?"

Hours after their meeting, Yami couldn't get Yugi out of her head. There was something peculiar about him, something he wanted to hide. And Yami wanted to find out what secret it was.

"Ugh! Why must this happen to me?" She questioned the sky while making her way home. She gave an inaudible sigh, hurrying her pace as the sun went down in the land of the rising sun

How was it, different? I hope so. Please give some feedback, it only costs two minutes.