Wikipedia "Sonnets from the Portuguese" if you want to get how Joey wrote his poem
This thing doesn't allow strikes through words. Lame. If anyone just has to know, 'as if he were' should be crossed out, because poor Yugi's that disgusted. Meh anyway, I forgot Joey's accent the first chapter. That is now fixed. And this is a pretty long chapter... So... Sorry if that's a bad thing for you, and if you like length, then cool!

Joey felt the heat rise to his cheeks as his eyes took in every detail of the scene laid before him. He quickly looked around, making sure nobody else was watching. His blush darkening, he melted into a love-struck grin. 'Romantic...'

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," the younger blushed, looking away.

"Oh, but don't you?" the tall, narrow-eyed raven haired man with the square glasses stepped closer. The other blushed at the shirtless, muscular chest and abs.

Joey swallowed hard.

"Didn't you come here to tell me something?" his deep eyes seemed to be staring straight through the boy.

"Uh..." He lowered his head, I... I'm sorry for... I..." He shut his eyes, tossing his nervousness aside. "I LOVE YOU!"

The tall one merely smirked. "I was waiting for that," he said calmly, taking the delicate chin in his hand, bringing their lips together. Said owner of this "delicate chin" turned to putty, letting strong arms wrap around him. His eyes snapped open when the warmth was suddenly removed from his mouth, seeing the other staring at him more seriously than he ever had before. "I love you too," he whispered tenderly, stroking light brown hair. The boy smiled tearfully, never having known this person could be so romantic.

Joey held his hands close to him, his eyes watering as well. He closed his super love love BL comic and slipped it into his backpack before anyone could catch him with it. "Oh, grampa!" he shouted, holding a fist in the air, "Ta'e me inta yer a'ms n lemme res' in yer stron n sorta flabby chest!" Wiping his tears, he decided that if he was ever going to get to school he'd have to try to ignore his crushing heartbreak for the day. Turning back to the street, he caught the gradually disappearing back of his bestest friend in the whole wide world! "'Ey Yug'!" he shouted, running and waving an arm in the air. Yugi didn't turn back, only sighed as Joey came to his side. "'I said wai'! Anywayz, 'ow're you?"

Yugi glared at him, trying to walk faster. Damn Joey for being more athletic than him. "Hi, Joey," he murmured under his breath.

"Dere we go! I tought you was ignorin' me er sometin'!"

"Oh no, why would I ever do that Joey?" Yugi rolled his eyes.

"Ezac'ly! 'Ey, you seen Grampa taday?"

"Today and everyday," Yugi groaned, as if he were about to be sick.

"Oh, dass good! 'Ow is da ol' guy?"

"Joey," Yugi warned him, holding back his fist, "Shut up." He walked ahead again, Joey not bothering to catch up this time.

"Wha's 'is problim?"

--

Yami stood about an inch from touching the mirror, carefully applying as much eyeliner as he could without looking like Devlin. Next, he added just a dab of mascara and threw his purple hat over his head. Straightening out his puffy coat and making sure his red tie was on right, he grinned. "Lookin' good--I mean pimp."

"Morning, Solomon," Yami greeted as he sat down at the table. "Yugi already went to school?"

"Yep! Good morning, Yami. Since when did you start calling me 'Solomon'?"

"Well... I figured as long as we aren't around anyone, we don't have to pretend."

"Alright," he smiled kindly and watched as Yami started to chew on his breakfast. "Are your friends coming over again today?"

"Oh, uh... Yeah."

"That's nice. You kids have fun, I'll be back at the usual time."

Yami nodded. "We will." Looking down, he smiled sadly. "Thank you for the breakfast... so much." 'No, this isn't the time. You're a pimp, you're not meant for love. You can get people to cook your breakfast for you anytime you want!' He realized he'd only been staring at his food when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Something wrong, Yami?"

"Oh, no, I'm just... I didn't get very much sleep, I apologize." 'Yami... won't anyone ever call me Atem?'

"It's fine. Finish up your breakfast, okay?"

Yami nodded absentmindedly, momentarily left speechless by those eyes. How could Solomon never knew what he was doing? It was pretty obvious the way he ran his business. But there was something more, some unsaid wisdom in those amethyst orbs that were so happy, so innocent, but deep inside, they seemed to hide a sad knowledge of reality. Something that made him snap inside, lose his pride, and even make him a little timid. "Yeah." Solomon smiled at him, and for some reason, he felt himself just having to do the same.

--

Kaiba got out of his limo grumpily, his knuckles white around his suitcase. Stupid fucking brother. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered paying the maids to feed the kid. 'Are you feeling better this morning, Seto?' he mimicked in his head. Dammit, it wasn't his fault he had such a nosy little brat for a sibling that had stumbled in upon him shedding his manly tears of ultimate manliness and nothing else that he had shed for his aching, manly heart that was filled with muscular longing for that little twerp/pimp Yugi. He had to do something to release himself of some of this strong, masculine pain he felt when he thought about his non-relationship with his... whatever was a manly word for crush. Rival/Former-rival that he had strong (not the kind you find in girly movies) feelings for?

Now, what would make him happy? Making Yugi happy... for his own selfish purposes, and not because he wanted Yugi to be happy. And what did all girls want? Romance! So of course, he had to be romantic, right? So... now he just had to think of something romantic. 'Dammit.'

--

"Hey Yugi, how're you holding up?"

Yugi opened his formerly closed and resting eyes to see Tea leaning on his desk. 'I don't feel like acting nice today!' Oh, it wasn't that he hated Tea or anything, however he knew of her feelings for his alter ego. Well, Yami didn't end up sharing those feelings and decided it should be a secret from her that he had his own body. So it was. There was the guilt and annoyance of trying to keep that a secret, rather that than him being all she talked about, he supposed, and the fact that Tea knew next to nothing of Joey's relationship with his grandfather. Which was pretty impossible with how much Joey talked about it. As soon as they'd gotten together, Yugi became the laughing stock of the whole school.

No, Tea just figured Yugi was depressed about losing the several thousand year old spirit who had been inhabiting his body who he, apparently, was secretly in love with. Which he wasn't. In fact, all he ever really thought about was moving to another city without his Grandpa, Joey, Yami, any of them. But he was still a teenager and worked at his family shop, so that wasn't very plausible. That was why he was depressed.

"Oh, hi, Tea." He didn't even try to smile anymore. "I'm just a little... tired. How are you?" Tea gave him a sympathetic look. 'No, I did not have a hard time sleeping because I'm oh so heartbroken, you nutcase, but I'm getting more exhausted by the second trying to put up with you,' he thought, eyes narrowing.

"Do you miss him?" 'Ugh.' She gasped at what she had just said, "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..."

"No," Yugi answered frankly. Tea just frowned and nodded "understandingly". 'I hate my life.'

Luck have it, it was then that the only person who hadn't yet arrived, who happened to sit right next to him, showed up, and the bell rang. Being the last person Yugi wanted to see, talk to, or even hear, he took out his earbud headphones and blasted the loudest music he could find right into his ears. He'd just have to try to see what was being taught. Again.

Not like it was very hard to read a giant sign the teacher put up that read "POETRY".

Joey gaped in surprise. An assignment he could actually pass! "Hell yeah!" he shouted, jumping out of his chair and throwing up two "V" signs. "Joey, shut up," the teacher glared at him. Joey sunk back into his seat, laughing nervously.

Seto sat there for several minutes with his eyes widened in shock. Poetry! That's romantic! And he was a genius, so of course he could write it perfectly. "I'll do something yet, Yugi!"

"Kaiba, shut up," Yugi glared at him. Seto crossed his arms, annoyed over Yugi's strange personality changes. He didn't like this Yugi.

Joey had already gotten to work, sobbing as he wrote his poem, glancing back and forth between that and the open book. "I swea if Grampa don' like me, I'll kill maself!"

"Who's stopping you?" Yugi said comfortingly.

--

Kaiba wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking over his work of art once again. He'd gone home early and spent several hours pouring out his feelings onto this piece of paper, and admittedly, he felt better. He'd never written in any kind of journal of any sort, nor had he every attempted to write poetry, which he'd previously thought was pretentious and/or pathetic. But now, now he could call himself a poet, and a damn good one at that.

--

"I'm home!" Solomon placed his shoes by the door, placing a stack of letters on an end table. "I got the mail!"

Yami nodded. "Thanks, Grandpa. You go take your nap."

Solomon patted Yami's shoulder and went to do just that.

Joey burst into the room, Yami sighing. "'Ey, 'as Grampa came back ye'?"

"No, Joey. Grandpa has not come home yet." Getting up from his position where a couple, er, girls, were treating him (finally!) like the god he was, he went through the mail, pulling out a letter with a heart sticker for the seal. Of course, he was used to getting these too. He didn't know who they were for, but they gave him a good chuckle anyway. "There's two?" he thought out loud, opening the first up. Must have gotten a friend to help, or something. The writing was peculiarly neat, though. It was even in cursive.

'How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee like the morn' when I awaken in bed
Opening my weary eyes to see the bills that have been spread
I squeal with utter delight and let myself bathe in their 100 beauty;
Such beauty as your eyes sparkling in the sun's rays when you see me
They're fresh, crisp, nothing tarnishing the gorgeous green ink;
Like your pale, porcelain skin, face tickled with just a touch of pink
At a moment like that, I feel as if there is nothing else I'd rather do
However, nothing, not even the money is an adequate replacement for you
I love thee restrictedly, for I know I must never damage what we have now
It is far too important to risk; to bare my heart to you, I wouldn't even know how
I love thee painfully, for it hurts my very soul very soul to hide this away
I love thee regretfully, regretting every moment I stay silent and allow you to stray
I love thee with all the passion, that you have given me, within the whole of my being
I love thee wishfully, you do not realize my feelings, you see but are not truly seeing
I love thee tearfully, when I sit at the window all alone, gazing at the stars of the night
Rejection, even acceptance, it all haunts me and fills my mind with such fright
The bills, they're only thrown away by the maids when I'm through, now worthless to me
But you, you're one of a kind; my heart's locked in a cage and only you hold the key
My precious Muto, one day my love I will reveal, holding hands in gentle smiles I hope to be
Maybe one of these days, I will open myself up to you, and possibly, even call you Yugi
...chan.'

"I love thee regretfully... What rubbish," he scoffed. Balling up the paper, he threw it in the trash bin, moving on to the next one.

'ow do i lov yas? lemme coun da wayz.
i lov yas lik i lovs bread, n wit depth n stuff lyk dat
wit my soul hurtin cuz ur outta my site n i dunno where you at
to da ends of yer hair n stuff n some chick named grace
i lov yas evry tim i look inta yer hawt, ungirl-like face
wit a lowd, roarin need by da moon n my desk lite
i lov yas fer free, cuz lov ain't a produc, i's a rite (da ons relly good, ya?)
i lov yas parsly, cus ya make evrytin perrtier at da site (ya no lyk at dose restrants?)
i lov yas wit passhin, like dose relly hawt guys in da books
in my hat breakin greifs n even in childhood i loved yer looks
i lov yas with da love dat i never lose (cuz lov is foreva!)
wit my lost crayns n with my hart n my breat' (dat dont evin ryme!)
n my spit n my food n if I chooz (oh, das how it werks)
den i lov u wit evrytin i 'av left'

Yami finished laughing his deep, manly laugh, adding the poem to his building collection. He almost wished to know who this person was, just to thank him for the endless entertainment.