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Atem walked into the Kame Game shop, hoping to reconnect with Yugi and his friends.

Nervous. So, so nervous.

He had been so busy over the past couple of months, getting his own life together and learning about his interests.

The last thing any one of his friends thought Atem would be interested in, was makeup.

He spent so much of his time trying to follow the popular makeup trends in Japan but, he realized they weren't exactly...for his skin type.

Atem knew that being darker skinned wasn't a bad thing, he was Egyptian.

A proud Egyptian.

But, he was different.

He didn't know what modern Egypt looked like at all. All he had known was Domino City, and he could barely get anywhere without someone stopping him for a picture.

Well, the pictures had stopped.

At least since he'd changed his hair.

Atem loved his aibou, but needed his own identity.

As soon as he moved into his tiny dingy studio apartment, he gathered whatever leftover money he could and changed his hair.

In order to get in better touch with his Egyptian roots, he dyed his tricolored hair a natural black, and formed his tresses into beautiful dreadlocks.

He loved his new hair but he was anxious about what his friends would think.

He also wondered what his friends would think of his new career.

Atem felt more like himself, whatever that meant, with his locs and his perfectly "beat" face.

When he realized a lot of the trendy products in Japan weren't going to work for him, he started searching online.

Atem learned the internet VERY fast and it's his favorite invention of all time.

He also learned that he could record himself doing his makeup with the products he found online and post them.

He didn't know how it happened, but his videos gained more and more popularity and soon he had filming equipment, editing software, and his own model.

Atem even got money from this website based on how many views and subscribers he had.

Yes, Atem loved the internet.

His tiny dingy studio aside, he liked where he was in his life.

Except, for the absence of his friends.

He waited patiently at the counter, hoping Yugi would recognize him.

Atem rang the bell on the counter and gasped when Joey appeared from the backroom.

"Will ya hang on a sec?! Some of us are workin' here!" Joey yelled, carrying in a stack of boxes and setting them on the front counter.

Atem smiled lovingly.

"He hasn't changed a bit."

Atem was aware it had only been a few months but it felt like a lifetime.

"I apologize Joey, I was anxious to see Yugi."

Joey stilled behind the boxes.

He slowly peeked out of the side of the box mountain and yelled.

"PHARAOH!"

Joey dived over the counter and tackled Atem to the ground.

He wrapped his arms around Atem in a crushing embrace.

"Where ya been!" Joey said with a laugh, helping Atem to his feet.

Atem smiled and patted Joey on the shoulder.

"Just figuring myself out."

Joey's eyes raked over Atem's black dreadlocks and made up face. He nodded, suddenly avoiding eye contact.

Atem tilted his head slightly as Joey went behind the counter to unpack the boxes.

"We haven't seen ya for half a year...We looked all over until Kaiba finally told us he got you set up with an apartment…" Joey said slamming the items onto the counters.

Atem sighed loudly.

Kaiba.

It wasn't untrue. Kaiba did "give" Atem the money he needed to find an apartment and start his own life. Atem even took English lessons when he lived at the Kaiba mansion so he could have...options.

He rented the smallest, grossest apartment he could find.

He knew he wouldn't be staying in Japan for much longer.

Not with his cult following being based in America.

And definitely not with what he did with Kaiba a year ago still heavy on his brain.

Atem brought his attention back to Joey and recomposed himself.

"No, I found the apartment myself. I'm sorry. I was able to find a job and purchase a phone, but then I realized I didn't have anyone's numbers…"

Joey nodded curtly and stopped viciously unboxing card sets.

He walked toward the door to the back room, and gestured for Atem to follow him.

Atem eagerly followed Joey past the door and the backroom into the living room, where Yugi was sorting bills.

Yugi looked, exhausted.

Joey left Atem and Yugi alone, not bothering to announce who came to visit.

Yugi kept his head down, focusing on his task.

"Did you have a complaint?" Yugi asked, robotically. Customers have had a lot of complaints since he took over the game shop and he was sick of it.

Atem huffed air through his nostrils and walked over to Yugi. He sat next to him on the old couch and put his hand on Yugi's.

Yugi paused as he processed who's hand was grabbing his. He looked up and was met with Atem's deep violet eyes.

Yugi's face immediately lit up and he threw his arms around Atem with an excited shout.

Atem let out a startled laugh as they fell off of the couch onto the floor.

Yugi squeezed his face into Atem's chest, tears streaming out of his lavender eyes.

"I missed you! Where have you been?!" He said through pitiful hiccups. He sat up, pulling Atem with him.

He kept his arms around Atem as he tried to control his breathing. Atem smiled softly and gave Yugi a reassuring squeeze.

"Aibou, I'm sorry it's been a while…" He began.

Yugi stood up in a huff and crossed his arms, glaring down at Atem.

"A while? It's been almost half a year! Now you show up out of the blue with-What did you do to your hair? And what's on your face, Pharaoh?!" Yugi said grabbing Atem's arm and pulling him up the stairs to his bedroom.

Atem barely had time to think before Yugi was yanking Atem's designer purse off his arm and shutting the door.

"Where did you get a bag like this? These are insanely expensive! Did Kaiba-"

"No, Aibou! I purchased that with my own money. I'm sorry I haven't kept in touch, but that's why I'm here now." Atem explained.

He took his bag from Yugi and pulled out his brand new phone.

He pressed the home button with his thumb, unlocking the the screen. He tapped the screen a couple of times and handed it to Yugi.

"I want everyone's phone numbers. My life has finally stabilized and I can't stand not being here for everyone." Atem said with sad eyes.

Yugi stared at his ex-doppelganger. He could barely recognize Atem with his new hair and perfectly made up face. Atem's gold eye shadow and dark eyeliner made him look more like pharaoh than ever. Yugi's cheeks grew hotter the longer he stared at Atem dazzling features.

He quickly brought his attention to the phone in his hand, willing himself not to feel attracted to someone he considered family.

Things were very different now, but if Yugi wanted Atem to be a part of the group again, he needed to remain understanding and most of all, neutral.

Yugi put everyone's numbers in Atem's sleek white phone, frowning the entire time.

Atem studied Yugi's face carefully. He knew that his appearance was slightly shocking. He had debated putting on a full face before leaving his apartment, but men in makeup is more widely accepted now and he was obviously foreign so it added to his mystique.

He noticed that Yugi had dark circles under his eyes and his skin was dehydrated. His hair was a mess and his roots were showing. The tricolored spikes that were once vibrant and perfectly styled, were now dull and discolored, the spikes going every which way.

Yugi shoved Atem's phone into his hands and crossed his arms, moodily staring at the floor.

"Nice phone." Yugi said plainly, walking over to his twin bed and sitting on the edge.

Atem felt strange. He had hoped to be welcomed back with open arms but instead it was an uneven mix joy followed by tension and distance.

He walked over to Yugi and sat next to him, the air growing uncomfortably thick.

"Atem...I know it wasn't ideal, sharing everything, but you didn't have to move out…" Yugi said keeping his eyes level with the floor.

Atem stayed silent. He didn't exactly know how to tell Yugi that it wasn't just about having his own identity. He needed to separate himself from Kaiba.

When he first moved out of the game shop, he found solace and friendship at the Kaiba mansion.

Kaiba had opened his home to Atem as a show of good faith and as a passive apology for not recognizing his existence.

Atem was able to educate himself and learn who he was outside of Yugi and his friends. He visited the game shop from time to time, making sure to keep in touch but…

Well, Joey was the first one to notice the bite marks, hickeys, and scratches.

Yes, Atem stayed at the Kaiba mansion for a full year.

Atem was in a secret sexual relationship with Seto Kaiba, for a full year.

He wanted more from Kaiba as a partner but Kaiba felt differently, seeing the relationship as purely physical, nothing more.

Atem felt used and packed what little he owned, ignoring Kaiba and Mokuba's pleas for him to stay.

Little did Atem know that Kaiba opened a bank account in his name and deposited a significant amount of money.

Atem found the bank card in his wallet and readily used the money to find a new place to live.

He also moved the money to a different bank so Kaiba wasn't able to find him. At least not right away.

Atem brought his attention back to Yugi, sighed, and crossed his legs.

"I needed to figure myself out…" He said to Yugi, the words sounding insincere.

Yugi shook his head slowly and lifted his head, keeping his eyes away from Atem.

"Was it that? Or was it because of Kaiba?"

Atem froze.

"What do you mean, Aibou?" Atem said, hoping his voice wasn't shaking.

Yugi let out a frustrated chuckle.

"Atem, you're my best friend. I know you better than anyone. You really think that I wouldn't know what's going on?"

Atem heart rate was quickening. When he first started to notice the love marks, he was sure Joey thought he had met a woman.

Did Joey say something to Yugi?

Or was it really that obvious?

"Aibou...I-"

"Pharaoh, was Kaiba-kun awful to you? He never thought of us as separate people before, I can only assume he wanted something from you. I don't like thinking ill of Kaiba-kun, but you never talked about him when you came over, and then suddenly you up and left…" Yugi said, his lavender eyes welling up with tears.

"Aibou, nothing happened between Kaiba and I! I just needed to learn how to provide for myself." Atem lied.

Oh no.

He's never lied to Yugi before, at least not blatantly.

And provide for himself?

"Kaiba gave me that money. Even if I didn't ask for it, I still used it."

Atem was making his own money now and he didn't plan on running into Kaiba anytime soon.

Yugi wiped his tears and threw his arms around Atem, earning him a gasp from the pharaoh.

Atem looked into Yugi's saucer plate eyes and smiled.

"Pharaoh, please don't leave again. You can't not be a part of my life…" Yugi whispered, his face inches from Atem's.

Atem's heart sank.

He knew he didn't have much of a future in Japan, but he wasn't going to tell his friends anything until he was absolutely sure he was leaving.

"I'll always be here for you, Aibou." He said, leaning into Yugi and brushing his lips against his.

No.

This isn't why he came here.

Yugi returned the kiss with ferocity and pushed the pharaoh onto his back. He climbed on top of Atem and straddled him.

"This isn't a good idea. I should stop him…" Atem thought, he resolve slipping quickly as Yugi kissed his neck and rubbed his hips against Atem's suggestively.

"Oh Gods…"

Yugi nibbled on the shell of Atem's ear and kissed his ear lobe.

Atem had no idea what's gotten into his Aibou. He would have never dared touch Yugi in any sexual manner…

Because wasn't Yugi dating Te'a?

"Oh no!"

Atem pushed Yugi's shoulders softly, moaning lightly as his Aibou resisted and ground his hips down into Atem's.

"Aibou, wait-"

Yugi ignored Atem and started to unbuckle both of their belts. Yugi's hips were bucking impatiently as he unzipped Atem's jeans. He lewdly rolled his groin against Atem's and moaned his name.

Atem moaned at the friction and half heartedly tried to pull Yugi's hands away from his crotch.

"Aibou…"

Yugi placed his hands on either side of Atem's head and stared into his eyes, pleadingly.

Atem gazed up at Yugi and saw the longing and desperation in his eyes. He reached up to cup Yugi's cheek and smiled lightly.

This feels right but, Atem had so many questions.

Atem yelped as he felt his phone buzzing underneath him. Yugi stayed firm in his position on top of Atem, he didn't want to move. He felt that if he got off of Atem, the pharaoh would disappear again.

"Please Aibou, I need to get my phone, it's work related." Atem said.

Yugi groaned and begrudgingly slid off of Atem. He moved to the edge of the bed, zipping up his slacks.

Atem hurriedly answered his phone and sat up.

It was his makeup model, Salem. He was hoping to make her his business partner and he needed her to think he could handle it.

He quickly learned his lesson the first time he didn't answer her phone call and made sure to never make that mistake again.

"Salem, hello." He said half paying attention as he zipped up his pants and refastened his belt.

"Ya habibi! Izayik?"

Yugi raised his eyebrow at the female voice on the phone.

Was that a different language?

He tried to make out the phone conversation but Atem had seamlessly transitioned from Japanese to, Arabic?

Yugi stood up and looked at his reflection in the window, straightening himself up. He assumed the reason Atem wanted to stop was because he was obviously seeing someone…

Someone who he could relate to…

Since when did Atem know Arabic?

Atem finished his conversation and tapped the end call button. He loved speaking with Salem in what would have been his first language. Arabic felt natural to him and he was surprised Salem was able to teach it to him in the short time that they've known each other.

He just hated the distance.

Having Salem as his model was amazing. She had beautiful copper skin and amazing bone structure. It made makeup application incredibly fun and he could use literally any color palette on her and it would look amazing.

Yugi tried his best to remain calm as he watched Atem end the call with a smile on his face.

"Did you learn Arabic at the Kaiba mansion?" Yugi asked, snapping Atem out of his thoughts.

Atem smiled as he put his phone in his pocket.

"Awww, he's jealous."

"No, um, Salem taught me." Atem answered, straightening his black button down shirt.

Yugi furrowed his brow in frustration. Atem is talking about this girl as if Yugi has already met her.

"Ummm, Salem?" Yugi asking, hoping Atem would provide more of an explanation as to who this woman was.

"Yes, she's my model. For my videos."

Atem was dreading telling Yugi he made money as a beauty vlogger.

What if he didn't think it was a real job?

Or worse, what if he watched one of Atem's videos.

Yugi put his hands on his hips and stared at Atem.

"I'm gonna need a little more than that." He said, fed up with Atem's short answers.

Atem sighed and shook out his long locs from their ponytail. His roots were being pulled uncomfortably after being pushed down on the bed. He was going to have to leave it down for now and tie it back up before his facetime meeting with Salem.

"I met Salem after I moved, Aibou. I was at the shopping center downtown and I saw her at the M.A.C. makeup counter. She was the only other person of color shopping, Yugi. She noticed me immediately and we struck up a conversation." Atem explained, reminiscing that day.

That was the third counter he had been to because he couldn't find his shade. The companies sold it, but the stores in the downtown shopping district didn't carry it...because why would they?

It's not like there was an abundance of Arab people in Japan.

Yugi walked up to Atem and touched his locs, his face filling with concern.

"You look so different...but, it works with who you are. Do you feel like you've found your own identity?"

Atem smiled and took Yugi's hand in his, kissing it lightly.

"Yes, Aibou. It's still hard, looking so different from everyone but, I'm trying to be my most authentic self."

Yugi nodded and swallowed the lump forming in his throat.

He had to ask.

Just to be sure.

"Pharaoh, are you dating Salem?"

Atem blinked at Yugi and let out a loud laugh.

"No, Aibou! Pfft, why would you think that?" He laughed hugging his partner.

"He's gotten so tall. He's an adult now."

Yugi turned a dark shade of red and shook his head fervently. He yanked his hands out of Atem's and walked towards the door.

"I have work to do, I assume you do too judging by that phone call." Yugi said, sharply.

Yugi knew there was more to Atem's "relationship" with that girl than he was letting on. He felt like he was losing the Atem he knew to this new lifestyle.

Atem cleared his throat and picked up his bag from the floor. He couldn't help but notice that Yugi's emotions were all over the place.

"He's probably just overworked."

Yugi led Atem back downstairs and into the shop. He didn't know if they should talk about how they almost had sex or if he should mention his relationship with Te'a...and it being severly on the rocks.

Long distance isn't fun. For anyone.

Atem remained silent as he felt his phone vibrate. He would check the message after he said goodbye.

They walked outside the game shop and lingered by the front door. The sun was going down and there were a few people on the street going about their weekend errands.

Yugi stood across from Atem, he crossed one of his arms and held the opposite elbow with his hand, rubbing it as if it was sore. His eyes were lowered.

What should he say?

Atem had his hands in his pockets with his maroon bag over his shoulder. He shifted his weight back and forth, from the tips of his toes to the heels of his feet.

"Uhh, Yugi. I really have missed you…" Atem's voice trailed off as his attention was drawn to a familiar head of messy black hair.

Mokuba gasped and ran up to Atem, now towering just above the pharaoh in height.

He pulled Atem in a crushing hug as he screamed his name.

"ATEM! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! I'm so happy to see you! Holy shit! You look amazing! You're so hot!" Mokuba rambled as he took out his phone.

He put his arm around Atem and held his phone up at an angle. He tapped the camera button and the screen flashed.

Yugi sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Hey, Mokuba." Yugi said flatly.

Mokuba ignored Yugi and grabbed Atem's hands.

"When did you get back? Where did you go when you left? Seto and I miss you! You should have dinner with us tonight!"

Atem needed to get out, this was bad. He can't have Kaiba knowing that he's hanging around the game shop again.

He pried himself away from Mokuba and inched closer to Yugi, the tension in the air thick.

"Mokuba, Hi, good to see you too." Atem said, finally able to get a word in.

Mokuba scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Why so formal Atem? Come on! We can go have dinner and catch up! It looked like you were just leaving, yes?" Mokuba said, raising his brow at the pharaoh.

Atem rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly.

What was he supposed to say?

"The truth? I'm not ready to see or speak to Kaiba, and I don't think I ever want to again."

No, that'll raise some questions on Yugi's end.

"Atem was just leaving for work." Yugi said with an exasperated sigh. He wasn't comfortable having Mokuba around anymore, not after...everything.

Mokuba finally brought his attention to Yugi and glared.

Whoa.

Since when aren't they friends?

"Shouldn't you be working? Or are you going to let your bitch do everything while you cry about how your girlfriend is far away?" Mokuba spat.

Atem felt his anger rise and bubble in his chest.

Yugi clicked his tongue and crossed his arms.

"Shouldn't you be vaping on a street corner to draw in unsuspecting blonde men into a relationship and then cry rape when you get caught with their dick in your mouth?" Yugi retorted, stepping closer to Mokuba.

Atem gasped and placed his hand on the left side of his chest.

He's never heard Yugi talk to anyone like this before.

Mokuba smirked at Yugi.

Atem's eyes widened at how much he looked like his older brother when he did that.

It was terrifying.

"What...what's going on here…" Atem finally spoke up.

He needed to leave or he was going to miss his video conference with Salem, but this exchange between Yugi and Mokuba was so confusing.

Yugi sighed and held his hands up in defeat.

"Good seeing you Atem. Text me when you get home safely." Yugi said.

He walked into the game shop and slammed the front door. The bell on the frame ringing violently.

Shit.

Now Atem was alone with Mokuba.

"Sorry Atem...Things are, difficult now. I can tell you everything if you'd like!" Mokuba chirped, texting half heartedly on his phone.

"I don't know-"

"Yugi isn't going to tell you, you know...I'll tell you everything." Mokuba said slowly, grabbing Atem's hand and putting his phone in his palm.

"Just, give me your number...We'll set a date to talk.." Mokuba finished, eyes threatening.

Atem stared down at Mokuba's phone.

No.

He knew what this was.

A trap.

He looked back up at Mokuba and handed him his phone, his lips set in a tight line.

"No. Thank you, Mokuba. Aibou will tell me when he's ready."

Mokuba scoffed and pocketed his phone.

"You do know that if Seto wanted to get in touch with you, he could. And, he mostly likely has your phone number and address?"

Atem's heart sank into his feet.

What?

No.

He paid his deposit and monthly rent in cash, that studio was the only one that would allow it.

He had purposely moved to the outskirts of Domino to make sure he couldn't be found.

And his phone…

His phone.

His online career.

Atem knew Kaiba didn't need much of a lead to find anyone in Domino but he put himself out there on social media.

Kaiba would be able to find him with a simple Google search.

"Shit."

Mokuba bit back a laugh and adjusted his track jacket.

"See you around Atem." He said sauntering away.

"Did he not have business on this street? Was he just waiting to run into me?"

Atem pulled his phone out of his pocket.

He had two missed calls from Salem.

Great.

She's most likely pissed and in bed already. She never waited around if someone was late.

He dialed her number anyway, hoping to convince her that he lost track of time,

The line ran three times and then Atem heard the other line click.

"I don't like to be stood up, Atem." She deadpanned in perfect English.

He sighed, happy that she took his call.

"I'm so so so sorry, Ana asfa, habipty. It's just, I came to visit my friend and, there's so much drama...I've missed so much." He said hearing his voice shake uncharacteristically.

"Listen. Don't worry about our meeting. Go home and get some rest. I'll be in Japan tomorrow morning we can meet then." She said, her voice soothing.

Atem nodded to himself and then thought for a moment.

"Wait. Morning? Are you already on the plane? There's no way you can get to Japan from New York in that time." He questioned, remembering their facetime session earlier today.

She was definitely not on the plane and was still in her upscale loft, all the way in New York.

"I have my ways, habibi." Salem said with a light chuckle.

Atem brushed it off and swallowed thickly, not sure if he was being watched. It was dark out now and the streets were eerily silent.

He started to walk towards the train station.

"Hey, Salem, would you mind staying on the phone with me until I get home?" He said looking over his shoulder, feeling strangely paranoid.

"Of course, Atem. Are you unsafe?" She said, her voice laced with worry.

Atem breathed in through his nose and decided to share his situation with Salem, excluding names, of course.

She's become a friend to him and she's the only one who can really understand things from his perspective when he feels...otherized.

"Yan har abeyad, Atem! Maybe you shouldn't go to your apartment. Especially since it seems like your ex can find you anywhere?!"

Atem reached the station and stopped.

He hadn't thought of that.

But would Kaiba want to find him?

He certainly would have found him by now, which means Kaiba wasn't interested in seeing Atem, right?

"If he wanted to see me, he would have by now..."

"Atem?" Salem's voice sounded in his ear.

"I'll be fine. I'll see you tomorrow." He said shortly, hanging up without saying goodbye.

He boarded his train and sat down, hoping his paranoia was just that.

Atem walked into his dark apartment and threw his bag on the floor. He plopped face first onto his small bed and let out a muffled scream into his pillow.

He rolled over onto his back and covered his face with his hands, willing himself not to cry.

So much for a happy reunion.

He remembered Yugi's desperate face gazing at his from above.

No.

Yugi was his friend and they crossed a line.

Well they almost did.

But why did it feel so right?

He turned over onto his side to face his small desk, the widow in front of it letting in the moonlight.

Atem stilled when he saw a tall figure sitting in his desk chair.

The figure turned on his desk lamp, lighting the small apartment.

"Bad day?" Kaiba said with a smirk.

He leaned back in the chair and laced his fingers together. His long legs were elegantly crossed and his firm arm muscles tensed in his tight fitting turtleneck.

Atem sat up and Kaiba let out a scoff.

"Relax. I just wanted to talk." Kaiba said, his deep voice as smooth as ever.

Atem's face was set in a glare. It was confirmed. He wasn't happy to see Kaiba. All of the pain came rushing back into Atem's memory.

"Leave. You didn't want to talk before, so I don't want to hear it now." Atem stated tossing his dreadlocks from his shoulder.

Kaiba laughed maniacally and sighed.

"Oh, so now that you no longer need financial support, I'm being told to get out of an apartment you wouldn't have without my money?"

Atem growled and stood up.

"You're still the same hateful piece of shit you were six months ago." Atem growled.

Kaiba smirked and stood up slowly. He walked up to Atem inches away, looming over him.

Atem stilled, unable to back up any further with the backs of his knees against his bed.

Kaiba leaned his face next to Atem's, brushing his lips against his ear. Sending a small shiver down Atem's spine.

He smirked, loving the power he still held over the former pharaoh.

"And you're still a money hungry slut." Kaiba whispered harshly.

Atem let out an embarrassing yelp as Kaiba shoved him onto the bed.

Kaiba glared down at the pharaoh in disgust.

"You have the money to live in a nicer place, yet you sleep in this dump. Trying to impress your little model friend with how humble you are? You make me sick." Kaiba seethed, pushing his knee between Atem's legs to pry them apart.

Atem slapped Kaiba's cheek with a firm hand and spit in his face.

"Fuck you. I don't have to explain myself to you of all people." He said feeling his palm sting.

Kaiba let out a feral sound and grabbed Atem's neck.

Atem struggled against Kaiba's weight as he was straddled by the larger male.

Kaiba leaned into Atem and chuckled.

"Are you going to let me dry hump you like you let Yugi?" Kaiba said, grinding his hips into Atem's.

Atem gave Kaiba a shocked expression and received an evil smirk from the brunette.

"Mokuba could see everything from the street level. Maybe you should teach that useless Yugi Mutou how to close curtains in your next...Make up tutorial.."

Atem's eyes widened. It was his fault Kaiba was able to find him so quickly. This man could hurt him right now and he would only have himself to blame.

Kaiba's face was centimeters from Atem's and he could feel Kaiba's hot breath on his lips.

He used to love that feeling, and the smell of his sweet breath mixed with the bitter smell of coffee.

Suddenly, Kaiba was off of Atem.

He grabbed his black jacket off of the desk chair and quickly put it on.

"Your model friend is quite beautiful. Her stock portfolio is also impressive. It must be nice to be able to make affluent friends that you can use and then throw away." Kaiba said walking to the door.

Atem sat up and glared at Kaiba.

"Get out."

Kaiba rolled his eyes and opened the door. He paused before he walked through it and looked back at Atem.

"Just so you know, there's nowhere in Japan where I can't find you. Enjoy your internet fame while it lasts. You never know how you'll be exposed."

With that, Kaiba strode out the door and slammed it behind him.

Atem fell to his knees and crossed his arms, trying to comfort himself. His shoulders shook violently as he let out a sob.

There was his answer.

Kaiba was angry, jealous, and dangerous.

It's time to move again.

I'm sorry I tried to make this story not as depressing!

Thank you for reading!

UPDATE ON L'APPEL DU VIDE: Chapter 6 and 7 are under a massive rewrite!