Notes: Alright, so technically this starts with puzzle and peach and ends in spiritshipping but every threesome is comprised of three separate relationship dynamics and this focuses on the revolution portion XD So that's my story and I'm sticking to it. Hehe, here ya go! The second entry for Compy's pairings contest: RevolutionShipping!

It wasn't fair. It just wasn't.

That they were close was understandable (you don't get much closer than sharing head space) but that even now, after deals were made with gods and endless arguments and compromises and the ultimate guilt trip that he had only been a teenager when he willingly sacrificed himself for all of humanity, things she had only half seen and only partly understood even though they had all been there to witness, that even now Atemu continued to invade Yugi's personal space as though he belonged there got on her nerves.

That Yugi accepted it irritated her to no end.

And then to watch Atemu try to make further advances frustrated her.

The only comfort she was able to take was that Yugi didn't seem to respond to the subtle passes.

Though he didn't respond to hers either.

She realized that her oldest friend was avoiding addressing the issue of their rivalry for his attentions so as not to hurt either of them because, well, Yugi was Yugi, but the situation was getting ridiculous and she decided it needed to come to an end.

"A game?"

"Yes, a game. And the winner gets Yugi."

"And you pick what we play? I thought the person being challenged usually gets to choose." Atemu gave her a small, teasing smile that almost reminded her of times before they had gone into direct competition with each other, back when she had a small, girlish crush on him because he was the mysterious hero.

"That wouldn't be fair," she huffed to cover how much he had managed to fluster her. "You're better at more games than I am."

"What game then?"

"Do you accept?"

Atemu looked at her for a long moment, weighing all the possible outcomes, those of winning, those of loosing and those of refusing to play.

He nodded slowly. "What game?"

"Poker."

"You challenged him to a game of POKER? Isn't that a little unfair?"

"No, it's perfectly fair. The actual cards and strategies don't matter as much as being able to read your opponent and keep a straight face."

"Exactly. Totally not fair. The last time we all played you made me go home in my boxers because you won all my clothing!"

"Best shirt I ever owned ... Anyway, shut up Jou, I'm trying to tell a story here."

Time and place set, rules explained, cards dealt, and several hands later, Atemu eyed the girl sitting across from him suspiciously and placed his cards face down on the table, folding yet another hand. This time, however, when Anzu dropped her own cards on the table and reached for her winnings, his hand darted across the table to turn them face up and see what she really had before she could make them disappear back into the deck.

"I thought so! You didn't have anything at all."

She gave him a rather smug smile. "It's called a bluff."

"You could have told me that was allowed."

"But isn't figuring out the rules half of the fun?" Anzu couldn't help leaning forward just a bit, tilting her head to the side and putting enough suggestion in her stance to change the nature of the question. And then berated herself for flirting with the enemy even though it was far too easy, especially when Atemu responded in kind, taking the cards she offered with a wry grin before shuffling to deal another round.

"Depends on the game."

"Wait, I thought you were playing for Yugi."

"Honda..."

"But you were flirting with Atemu."

"Yes, you have a wonderful grasp of the obvious, now would you let me finish."

The cards continued to click and tumble across the table, chips changing hands and a sort of comfortable honesty settling between them.

"Would it be such a bad thing if he ended up with me?"

"I've liked him longer."

Atemu raised an eyebrow and Anzu blushed, realizing how childish that had sounded.

"It wouldn't be a bad thing, I just..." She broke off the sentence and played with her cards, sorting them this way and that until they ended up in their original order before continuing. "I don't want to loose him. It already feels like he's pulling away and, well, admittedly that's probably our fault, but ... oh, i don't know. I'd want to blame it on your influence because you act like you don't need anyone but that wouldn't be true. He really doesn't need us and I guess, I'm kind of just waiting for him to realize that. He's so much stronger than all of us."

Atemu could only nod agreement at the final, quiet statement. There were too many times when the only thing that had kept them together and pushing forward as a group was Yugi and his unwavering belief that they would succeed and everything would be alright in the end. And because of him, everything was.

They avoided each others eyes, but his hand moved to cover her's where it rested on the table.

"I'm sorry. That I don't show how much you all mean to me as well as he does." He gave a small smile and laughed suddenly. "You may blame Yugi's becoming distant on me if I may blame my lone wolf tendencies on my upbringing. It has a strange effect, I suppose, raising a child to be a god."

Anzu nodded, finding herself slightly flushed at the warmth of his touch and Atemu's other hand reached around to pull a thin chain from under his shirt, freeing the gold cartouche from where it rested every day against his skin.

"Men don't wear jewelry as much anymore. And certainly not so that they will not forget their name, or their friends," he offered by way of a slightly embarrassed explanation.

Anzu could have kissed him. Atemu looked like he wouldn't have minded.

She glanced back at the piles of chips to see where they stood and noticed that the stacks were nearly even. Everything she had managed to win initially, he had been slowly gaining back as he learned the nuances of the game and studied her own small habits that betrayed a bluff. Something he was maddeningly good at.

Two of the higher value chips removed from her pile and placed on his own and they were back where they started.

"It's getting late, shall we call it a tie?" She leaned over the table slightly.

"What happens in the event of a tie?" He mirrored the movement, stopping just short of meeting her at the center of the table.

"We share."

"Whoa, whoa, you can stop right there. That's way more information than I needed when I asked what happened that the two of you were ok with each other again."

Anzu laughed until she couldn't breathe though she did manage to point out that Honda had listened to the story with minimal interruptions even though it had lasted all the way through dinner, a point which he chose to ignore.

Jou, however, being Jou, looked up at the ceiling during the entire exchange before asking thoughtfully, "So who gets middle?"

Anzu and Atemu both smirked and glanced sideways at Yugi who was seated between them. The slight blush he had worn during most of the story now gave way to a unhealthy red color that reached all the way down his neck and he desperately tried to flag a waiter.

"Check please!"

More notes: Flirty!Atemu for Shells because she IS my official Atemu.

Eh heh, and now you know how much Jenivi adores her Yugi. *snuggles him*