Hello again, dear readers! Thank you to the one, lonely reader who reviewed this story. And to answer your question, yes. They do live under one roof. Think The Surreal Life. Just not as crazy. Well, maybe a little crazy.

Also, a bit of an author's note: the people (except for Yami and Jenna), are all real people. Even Dottie, who happens to be my grandmother, is real. And the buildings, places they go, and all that, is also real. This story doesn't take place in Domino. Let's get this started.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh.

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He yawned and stretched, then glanced at his clock at the side of his bed. 9:00 AM. He let out a small groan. If there was one thing he hated about waking up in the morning, it was waking up. Oh well. A couple cups of coffee and he'll be fine. He started to get out of bed, and felt like he was going to flop back into it. Alright, he told himself. I'm going to need more than a few cups of coffee.

When he finally managed to leave his room, he groaned again when he made it into the kitchen. "Yami, you dunce," he growled at himself. "You left the daquiri kit out all over the counter again." Picking it up, he chuckled and said, "Would you live like this if a girl lived here?" Nothing answered him. "Didn't think so." He put it away and took out the coffee pot, and started to brew some coffee while he dressed himself. he peeked out the window. The sun was already out, and it looked like it promised to be a nice day out there.He peeked down to see if anyone was outside. He could see several people, but he couldn't make out who they were. He'll have to go and check it out for himself. The coffee was done by the time he finished dressing, so he put some in a mug and started to head downstairs.

Once outside, he saw that Jou and Honda were already waiting for him at a picnic table. Dottie was also outside, looking as cheerful as ever. Yami loved her; she was one of the first few friends he had made after moving there. She was the one who helped him feel more comforatable getting used to his new life. She was almost as close to him as Jou and Honda were. He would do anything to make her happy. Just her smile each day was enough to cheer him up.

She spotted him. "Well, good morning, Yami," she said cheerfully. She seemed really happy about something. "Morning yourself," he told her back, trying to be just as happy. She smiled. "My grandkids are coming to visit me today. It's been two weeks since I last saw them." Yami set down his coffee. "You never told me you had grandkids." "Oh, but I do! One grandaughter, and one grandson. Actually, I have seven grandsons, but only one is visiting me today. They should be here soon." He drank some more coffee. "So you babysit them often?" Dottie looked right at him. "They don't need babysitting. they're old enough to take care of themselves." He stopped drinking again. "Oh. So it's just a visit." "Just a visit." "So, who's dropping them off? Their parents?" "No," she told him. "The older of the two is old enough to drive. Almost headed to college." He almost choked. "Wow, I'm really sorry. I didn't know...." "Don't sweat it," she told him. "I never told you about them anyway. You had no choice but to guess." A small golden car started up the driveway. A Mazda, Yami guessed. It took a left at visitor parking. "Oh, they're here!," Dottie smiled again. She turned to Yami. "You must meet my granddaughter. You'll love her! All her jokes..." "Grandma!," a small child's voice yelled. Yami looked in the direction of the yell. A boy who looked roughly 11 was running up the sidewalk. Having a bit of difficulty running, he should say. This kid was literally well rounded.

"Hello, baby", Dottie greeted him when he finally made it there. "Where's your sister?" "She's still in the car," the boy told her. "Well, she should hurry up. This man is eager to meet her." She pointed to Yami. "Oh, I can wait. If it's worth it." "Oh, believe me, it's worth it," the boy told him. He then heard a 'beep!' sound. "She locked the car," the boy told Yami, seeing that he was confused. "So, um...what's your sister like anyway? I mean, what are her likes, her dislikes, those sorts of things...I mean, uh, well," he asked, feeling a bit nervous. Why am I nervous?, he asked himself. I haven't even seen her yet..."There she is!," the boy cried, pointing. Yami looked in the direction of the pointing finger, and what he saw amazed him. There was this girl, walking towards him, with long flowing hair that seemed to sway rhythmically as she walked; blue eyes; gorgeous features everywhere.And she was pretty tall; almost as tall as he was. Hell, she was just pretty, and rightfully so.

"Hi, gram," the girl said when she got there, almost ignoring the sweating Yami next to her. She looked at him. "Who's this fella?" "His name is Yami," Dottie told her. "He was interested when I started to tell him about you this morning. I thought you two could talk for a while." She chuckled. "You need to branch out more, Jenna. Meet new people. Do that sort of thing." "Well alright," the girl said softly. She extended her hand to him. "My name's Jenna. Nice to meet you," she told him. He started to stick out his own hand, which happened to be shaking. She noticed. "You okay?" "Oh...yeah...I'm fine.....too much coffee or something..heh-heh...," he said weakly. He took her hand, and let it roll around in his for a while, analyzing it features. It was very small and slender; delicate. He gently gripped her wrist. It was also slender. If he had wanted to, he could have gripped it with his thumb and smallest finger, and the two would have overlapped. "Wow....," he said softly. "...You gonna let go of me now, or not?," she asked him quietly. "Oh, sorry....," he said, quickly letting her go. "I have to help my grandmother out with something. When I'm done, do you want me to come visit you? And get to know you?" Yami reddened. Now? Already? "Um...maybe later...I have...stuff...to do myself." Nearby, Jou and Honda heard his answer. "You baka....," they both muttered under their breath. "Well, alright, if you're sure. Maybe later. My parents are coming to get him," -she pointed to her brother-" but I'm staying for a couple of days. So feel free to give me a buzz." She then turned and left with her grandmother and brother, who was skipping and trying not to step on the cracks in the sidewalk. Yami watched her go until she was all the way inside the building.

That's when Jou and Honda decided to confront him. "You idiot!," Honda said. "You should have invited her up!" Yami just looked at him. "I know." "So, are you gonna? If you let her slip by, you may never get another chance." Yami glanced over at the red house at the edge of the driveway. He glared at it. "I guess I'll give it a try..." They grinned. "That's it."

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He sighed. "No, that's not it."

He had been fretting around in his apartment, trying to make it look somewhat orderly. If a girl was going to come up and see him, he had to at least make everything look decent. He decided to run things off in his head. Let's see...bed's made....clothes are put away......He glanced at the counter. "You baka....how you can make such a mess of that poor counter is beyond me." He had just realised that not only did he leave the coffee maker out, but also the creamer, sugar, the filters, and the container of coffee. He groaned. "You filthy, little...ugh. You make Jou look cleaner than yourself sometimes." Once he got that squared away, he was relatively done. Now all that was left....- he glanced at his phone -....was to call down and invite her up. He looked back at the clock. Better not to do that just yet, he decided. I met her only 10 minutes ago. She couldn't be done already. So he tried his best to be patient about it. Relax, he told himself. Don't get so tense. It's just a girl. Get loose...that's it...loosey goosey....tense is bad, loose is good.....tense is bad, loose is good...he repeated over and over to himself. He laughed. If Jou could see me now....

About a half an hour later, Yami decided if he was going to even get a chance to call her, he should do it now. But deep inside, he didn't feel ready for it. He just didn't. He hadn't been around a real girl for months, almost a year now. But he just had to do it.....He reached for the receiver, feeling a lump rise in his throat. He started to dial Dottie's number carefully. He listened to it ringing. After three rings, Dottie answered. "Hello?" "Dottie? It's me, Yami. I wanted to talk to your granddaughter." 'Oh, sure, just a second.' He heard her call for Jenna, and her brother answered that she was in the bathroom. 'She'll be out in a minute. Just wait a few.' She put down the receiver, but didn't hang up, just left it sitting there. It grew quiet in Yami's apartment as he waited for Jenna's answer. 'Hello?,' a soft voice asked. "Hello, it's me. From this morning." 'Oh, Yami, it's you! You want me to come up there?' "Sure, if you're ready." 'Alright, I'm on my way up.' She then hung up, and Yami started sweating. She said she'd come up! He was filled with feelings he couldn't even describe. Excitement, anticipation, fear, all these feelings bubbled up inside him. Was he ready? Yes. Wait, no. No, Yes he was...was he?

A knock on the door made Yami's heart stop dead in its tracks. "Just a second !," he called.

Alright, don't do anything stupid now...you hear? He opened the door for her, his breath finally returning to him.

"Hello," he greeted her with a sweet smile. Or at least he hoped it looked sweet. "Hi," she said back. Yami noticed she was carrying something. It looked like a sketchbook. He was sweating gallons by the minute. He also thought his hands were shaking again. "Well, come on in and make yourself comfortable. I'll be right out." He dashed into the bathroom, leaving Jenna by herself in the living room. She flipped on the TV and lay upside down on the couch; that is, her head was near the floor, and her feet were up on the back of the couch.

I thought I told you not to do anything stupid!, he yelled at himself. 'What did I do that was stupid?,' another part of him asked. You ran and hid in the bathroom!, he yelled back. 'I couldn't help it. I was nervous.' Well, stop being nervous! ' I can't.' Well, try! Done with his little rant to himself, he realized he really was nervous. Calm, down, calm on, you left the poor girl out there by herself. Is this how a gentleman treats a young lady? Pause. No, it's not. Now get out there and don't run back in here again. He gulped, took a huge breath, then opened the door.

When he entered the living room, he spotted her in her awkward position. He tilted himself to the side,upside down, so he could look her in her eye. "When I said 'make yourself comfortable', I didn't think you were going to do that." She flipped straight up again, nearly falling off the couch. " I only do that when I get really bored with myself." She was bored already? And she just got up here? "I'm sorry about the...um..'abandonment' a couple minutes ago. Something came over me." "It's alright. You were probably nervous." His eyes widened. "How.....did you know that?" She looked at him. "I could sense it." "................," was all Yami could say. He was at a lack of words. Sensing someone's fear? Not possible.

He looked over at her sketchbook again. Might as well start up a conversation somehow, he thought. "So...you draw?" "Oh, yes." "May I have a look?" "Sure." She handed him the book, and Yami thumbed through it. Pictures of many different thing were in it. Wolves, lions...a few cats...and anime characters were the main subjects. He came across some still life sketches, including one of a cat who was looking at her reflection in a sliding door. "Very nice. You have some amazing talent. Do you draw people too?" "I can. I'm not very good at it, but I can." "Nonsense. I bet you're just as good at that as you are at drawing wolves," he said with a smile. Jenna took the smile as a sign that he was telling the truth. "Would you like me to draw you?," she offered. Yami looked surprised. "Little old me? You want to draw little old me?" "Well, yes...if you wouldn't mind." He grinned at this idea. "Go ahead. Draw to your heart's content." He then made a pose while sitting on the couch: one arm along the back of it, one leg crossed over the knee of the other, all while doing that grin he's famous for.

He watched her as she started sketching. She seemed awful fast, and he could almost guess exactly what part of him she was drawing. Okay, she went up, down again at a different angle....did it again...she must be doing my hair.Now...four more lines...spending a little extra time shading the bottom...must be my eyes....He wanted to say something to her, but knew he shouldn't talk until she was done. "Okay, you're finished," she said after a while. She showed it to him, and he was shocked. It looked exactly like him, maybe even better than him. She was getting ready to take it out of her book when he stopped her. "No. Keep it there. Just in case we never see each other again after today." "Don't talk foolish," she said to him. He cocked his head to the side a little. "We'll see each other plenty of times. Don't you worry about that." A faint pink blush creeped across his cheeks. So she's serious....he thought. "Would you like something to drink? I'm a little thirsty myself,"he offered. "Sure. Okay." He got out his daquiri kit, and saw thw worry on her face. "Don't worry, I make virgins." She seemed to sigh a relief sigh. He started to mix the drinks. "So, do you come up here often?" "Yes. Rather often. Heh, call me crazy, but I've seen you before. I just never bothered to ask you who you were." He smiled. "Lazy pants," he said jokingly. "No, not lazy. Just not really interested until now." "Yeah?" "Yeah. You know, I never did ask you how old you were. You look like you're in your late teens, maybe early twenties." "About that, yes." "You don't even know your own age?" He didn't respond to that.

He brought over the two daquiris, and no sooner had he put them on the table, the phone rang. "Now what...?" It was Dot. She needed her granddaughter to come downstairs with her to leave. Jenna "awww"-ed in the background, then turned to Yami. "Oh well...good thing these are paper cups..I'll take it with me. I may be driving, but there's no alcohol, so I'll be safe. Unless I drink it all before I get down there." "I....wouldn't try that..." "Why not? It's almost half empty now." "Oh, all right.." He stood up to take her to the door, then she turned to him. "Thanks for letting me come up to see you. I had a great time." "So did I." Maybe I'll come steal you someday...bring you to my house to visit." He blushed again. "Are you sure about that? I mean...what would your parents say?" Yeah, right...what would my parents say..., she wondered. Knowing them...." I think, after a few more visits, they'll be fine. Maybe they'll let me stay here once in a while. "Maybe." "Well, I have to hurry up and leave. See you again soon." She then gave him a gentle farewell kiss on his cheek, then started down the hallway towards the elevators. Yami watched her leave, blushing, his heart doing double flips in his chest. "G...good...bye then...." "See you soon!," she called back.

Yep, she's a keeper, he decided.

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That wraps up chapter 2! Please R&R! (hopefully more than one person this time...!)