"Why does Yami always look so fresh every Friday?" Tea gushed as she stared dreamily at the object of her affections.

Staring down at his worksheet, Yugi rolled his eyes and sighed. He knew Tea was waiting for an answer, and he knew Tristan and Joey wouldn't give an answer. Joey hated the guy and Tristan wasn't going to bother humoring Tea's delusions. Years of spoiling Tea has given him the curse of having to answer everything the girl asked. The other boys at the table were already signaling him to talk, he didn't have to look up from his worksheet to check. "Maybe he slept well last night or is expecting a great weekend or Friday night," he supplied. He tried his best hide the smirk that was slowly forming on his face. Oh how he wishes that Yami was excited for Friday night.

"Didn't you say that you guys have a calculus exam? Why would anyone relax about that?"

Yugi rubbed his temple. Tea was using her nasally annoying voice again. She gained said trait when she hit puberty, like she was a guy who permanently had a problem with his voice changing an octave. He closed his eyes and then finally looked up at Yami. He had been avoiding looking at that table all day since there was a high chance that two of the occupants there were looking at him or studying his motions. Sure enough, Bakura and Marik instantly turned their heads at his direction with a smirk before looking at their cousin who was memorizing formulas for the exam. He and Yugi had been testing each other last Friday to keep their minds off of the little interruption they had earlier. Yami was good at memorizing things when he was testing with a partner. Studying alone made him anxious. Of course he didn't have to say that to Tea.

Yugi took a big bite of the chili pepper on his lunch. He could still feel himself blush from the quick eye contact with Bakura and Marik. His and Yami's stupidity to forget to lock the damn door was phenomenal. Thankfully, the two cousins could be trusted. Yugi trusted Yami and Yami trusted his cousins wholeheartedly with their little secret. Just because he could trust them doesn't mean he wasn't embarrassed with it.

"Maybe studying alone relaxes him." He kept his tone even and uninterested. He looked at Tristan and Joey to gauge their reactions. Tea was too lovesick to care if he slipped, but the two boys liked to overthink if it concerned a certain Yami Sennen.

Joey scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Studying relaxes him? How much of an uptight pompous ass can he be?" Joey wasn't going to be Yami's fan any time soon since he got suspended when Yami told the teacher that Joey wasn't pulling his weight on one of the projects the two were paired up together. Knowing Yami, intimately even, the super uptight ass would never let even violent Joey Wheeler put him down. Yami was smart enough to make the project on his own, the moment he realized Joey wasn't going to help, he told the teacher, and Joey was forced to work on the project alone on top of his suspension. The teacher felt that Joey would have more than enough time at home to finish the project.

"Let it go, Joey," Tea dismissed. "Yugi helped you with the project anyways."

"Yeah, and he became too busy to do ours," Tristan complained.

"Enough," Yugi scolded. He always felt like a single parent when Joey and Tristan were acting up. "Point is, we all passed and you," he pointed at Joey with his pen, "didn't get anything more serious than a record."

"You should be thankful. Mrs. Hieda has a grudge on freeloaders. You know that." Tea flipped her hair and raised her eyebrow at Joey. Yugi sighed and tuned out. He already knew where this was going. Tea will defend Yami to the teeth, Joey fears Tea and will retort a few times until he caves. Tristan won't help, he knows better, and they won't expect any reaction from Yugi. This was their friendship dynamic. Tea sees it as them being in tune to everyone's temperaments. She could be right about that. Yugi had been programmed to tune them out without popping a vein. Tristan knew when to shut up, Joey feared Tea's temper while Tea can be controlled using buzz words uttered by Yugi which usually involved his exotic red-eyed classmate.

Lately, Yugi had started noticing small quirks in their dynamic that he can barely tolerate now. Like the way Tea would talk to him about her many fantasies starring Yami, then Joey would insult the guy about everything, even his hair. Which is weird to say with Yugi in the room since they had similar hair. When Yami Sennen enrolled in Domino High, Tea developed the most obsessive crush on him. Meanwhile, Yugi had a crush on Tea. Everything about the whole ordeal was odd and annoying to Yugi. He and Yami were quite similar except for the guy's Egyptian features, tan skin, slanted red eyes, a few extra inches for his height, and some difference in hair color. Apparently, exotic descent topped years of friendship any day for the brunette. Of course Tea was prone to listing off things she 'loved' about his classmate. What Yugi hated was how Tea would also add traits he had similarities with Yami.

Of course the jealousy faded the same time his infatuation faded. Tea started to become annoying and unbearable. But Yugi has had years of training to ignore that well. And unlike the brunette, years of friendship actually mean something to him.

Briefly, Yugi shifted his gaze over to Yami. If years of friendship with Tea really meant something to Yugi, then he would have never have sex with Yami...repeatedly. And yet, here they were, hiding behind people's backs and fooling around in his empty house when his grandfather is gone. It was possible that Yugi cared so much about his friendship with Tea that sleeping with Yami was his way of revenge for the blatant rejection. But he had never considered himself a vindictive person, especially when he already had Joey and Tristan for that. Yami wasn't like Joey, Tristan, or Tea, thank the heavens, but he wasn't officially his friend that he can hang-out in public either.

Brief study sessions with Yami, and some joking and teasing during sex, made Yugi realize that they could've been great friends if he had the chance to hang out with him. That little scenario had two setbacks, Joey and Tea. Joey hated the guy and Tea was obsessed with him. So hanging out with Yami wasn't in the stars for him. Was that really his reason? Joey was mostly just bitter that someone ratted him out for freeloading, and Tea...well, Yugi wasn't exactly sure how and when will the girl's delusions fade. Deep inside, Yugi knew that should he and Yami had started hanging out like friends, the likelihood of them having sex was close to never.

He had admitted it to himself that he liked sex with Yami. What he hadn't admitted yet was that they had to stop sooner or later, preferably now, before anyone got hurt, especially Yugi. But Yugi himself didn't want to stop. They've already had sex, if they wanted to just be normal-not-fucking-each-other friends, it'll be quite difficult with all the secrets between them. Stopping the Friday night sessions would mean stopping seeing each other ever. Everything would be too awkward and any conversation shared between them could trigger a memory shared between them which could lead to them naked in bed together again. And the vicious cycle will begin.

Yeah. Being normal friends with Yami was not ideal.

Walking back to class, Yugi chanced a glance at Yami. He gave a soft smile at the crimson-eyes teen's direction and the boy just blinked in confusion before smiling in amusement.

Okay. So they were still cool.

Yugi sat on his usual seat near the window and sighed. Maybe he was overthinking it. He and Yami could look civil inside a classroom for three months and no one's caught anything. Yami has followed him to his shop every Friday and no one has noticed anything. Nothing was wrong.

"Hey, Yugi! Something bothering you?" Ryou, his seatmate asked. Ryou was a sweet and precious thing and Yugi's friend who did not sit with him and his friends at the cafeteria during lunch. Joey thinks he's such a geek for playing RPG. In Yugi's opinion, Joey was just jealous that Ryou had such a large group of girls following him around giving him sweets and gifts.

Yugi glanced at Yami quickly who already had his eyes on his desk before looking at his white-haired friend's big brown doe-eyes. "I'm good, Ryou. I just want this week to end," he chuckled.

"I know what you mean. But next week will be the dreadful week," Ryou exhaled dramatically before giggling. He had such an adorable boyish charm that girls cannot get enough of. Yugi saw it as a kind aura, an old soul. "You have weekend plans?" he gave a crooked smile that was supposedly a smirk but Ryou's soft features couldn't show any malice.

"It's nothing. Hey, Ryou… I've never seen you pass by the cafeteria. Where do you eat during lunch time?" Yugi asked.

Ryou rarely went to the cafeteria except when he bought his lunch, but the white-haired teen preferred to cook so he rarely had to. "I ate here in the classroom. Avoid confrontation and high school drama," he joked.

Yugi smiled. Ryou was a breath of fresh air from all the drama. They met when Ushio decided to be part of the welcoming committee when Ryou came to Domino High last year. Yugi happened to pass by when Ushio cornered the new kid. Yugi knew what it felt like to be cornered by bullies and be ignored by people who were passing by. And despite the bullying, Ryou was still so optimistic, unlike Yugi who has decided that everyone who passed by and did nothing to save him all those times were assholes and cowards.

"How's your studying for the exam?" Yugi asked. They still had ten minutes before the school bell signalled for the start of the next period.

Ryou shrugged, "Uneventful. It's hard studying with the neighbor's dog having muscle spasms."

"How do you know he's got muscle spasms?"

"I called the vet. The poor thing was twitching, has very low energy, and the thing that's keeping me up at night, pain. He's moaning in pain and the owner thinks he's just being emotional," Ryou shook his head. "I'm inviting some people over at my house for game night this Friday. Do you want to come over?" Ryou looked up at Yugi with a smile.

"Oh," Yugi shifted his gaze over to Yami again before looking at Ryou. Lie. Lie through your teeth! Improvise! "I can't this Friday, Ryou," he said with a tone he's practised a thousand times before. Think of the best possible reason and don't hurt his feelings. Lie! "I promised grandpa I'd finish the inventory of the shop this Friday so I can go out on the weekend. I've been behind my shop duties for two weeks now because of the exam. If I don't finish the inventory, grandpa's going to make me stop working at the shop and I don't get extra money for tournament fees."

Good lie… Since it was a half truth.

"Oh! Speaking of tournaments, I heard that there's going to be a school tournament during the school fair. It's a fundraiser thing the student council are planning. I think they're trying to get Yami, over there to join." Ryou nodded his head over Yami's direction. "You should join! You always decimate those tournaments."

Yugi smiled at Ryou's excitement. He got closer with Ryou during one tournament that Joey wasn't able to come with. Ever since, Ryou would invite Yugi to tournaments he would hear about through the grapevine and that was how they usually hang out outside of school. Despite his very calm demeanor, he had quite the frightful deck. His occult deck would scare most of the younger competitors and throw off those who would underestimate him. The first time Yugi saw Ryou duel, he couldn't control his laughter as the white-haired teen smiled sweetly at his opponents while his gruesome monsters did the dirty work.

"That depends. I have a lot of stuff going on right now, but a tournament would take my mind off them," he replied.

"Something wrong at home?"

Yugi pursed his lips. "You could say that. Just personal stuff that I have to deal with."

"On your stomach, precious," Yugi commanded playfully. Yami grumbled but followed orders. Yugi's quirk was something he was growing to hate more and more. The boy liked to call him different pet names when they were together. Yugi had called him Sweetie, Champ, Precious, and the most annoying one, Pretty Boy. Thankfully, he never calls him that when he yells his orgasm. The smaller teen uses the pet names just to chide or get a reaction from Yami.

Yugi straddled the taller teen's thighs and carefully put aside his comforter and some of the extra pillows on his bed so they had room. After cracking his fingers, he started to rub Yami's upper back in slow deliberate motions. Yami jumped at the contact but let out a guttural moan as he felt his muscles turn into jelly. "Oh my sweet Ra, Yugi!" he groaned. "Where did-you know what, I don't care where you learned how to do this. You could've killed someone to learn this and I wouldn't give a damn." He howled in pleasure as Yugi thumbed a knot between his shoulderblades.

Yugi chuckled in amusement. It fascinated him whenever Yami's Egyptian heritage would fall from his lips. "I used to massage grandpa whenever he comes back from his trips. He has a temperamental back. Massages are cheaper than hospital visits."

Yami hummed in both in pleasure and gratitude. "I appreciate the gesture, but what brought this on? Not that I'm complaining or anything."

The smaller teen used his fist to knead the bronze back and he felt the body beneath him shiver at his treatment. "While I was grabbing onto your arms, I felt that there were knots there. I figured, if you had knots on your arms, you probably have on your back." His hands left the back to grab one of Yami's upper arms and squeezed it. The muscle was hard and tense, he used his thumbs to apply pressure to relieve the knots for a bit. "I felt it here," he squeezed on the arm again. "You won't be able to tell the difference when you squeeze your arm, but I can."

Yami hummed, "Don't care. Don't stop." His eyes were closed and gave the control over to Yugi's magical hands. He heard another chuckle from the boy on top of him before he felt pale hands knead his back into submission. His eyes shot open at the spike of pain coming from his right shoulder blade. "Argh! Yugi, that's... What are you doing?" He didn't have to turn around to know that Yugi had shifted his weight on that one spot on Yami's back. Applying, on his opinion, too much pressure. "It hurts, Yugi," he complained. He tried to squirm free, but his thighs were locked around Yugi's.

"I'm sorry, Yami, but you'll be in much more pain tomorrow if I don't do this. I swear that you'll thank me tomorrow," he replied with a grunt. Yugi changed from using his fingers to using his elbow. "I'm not trying to kill you. Just a little more and I'll be done."

Yami fisted the bed sheet beneath him as he held onto the punishment his back was being subjected to. He exhaled a breath he had no idea he was holding when Yugi stopped. He froze momentarily when he felt lips kiss that tortured spot. It wasn't just the massage, but it was gestures like that kiss that made Yami fall for Yugi. The way Yugi would offer a warm washcloth to clean him or if Yami was too lazy and tired, he would do the cleaning himself wearing a soft cute, and ironically innocent smile. But then, there were things that made him reconsider the boy's feelings. One would be the rules to their little engagement.

Admittedly, both of them were freaked out during the first couple of times they've been together that they established a few ground rules. One of which was to keep their nightly activities just between them. No one should know. Of course, Yami had insisted that if his cousins found out, then it would be fine considering Bakura and Marik would never tell a soul about it...except for Seto, but Seto was still under the cousin category. At first, Yugi was hesitant, but allowed it nonetheless. Yami knew that one of his cousins will find out eventually, he wasn't sure when, but if it was too early, then he will lose his only connection with Yugi too soon.

"Hey, Yami?" Yugi asked. His hands were now at the taller teen's lower back. His thumbs were making circles by the hips. "We'll have to skip next week." Grabbing the other boy's wrists, Yugi lifted the slender tan arms up to stretch them. "Family stuff." He heard the boy beneath him groaned but didn't say anything. Another rule that made Yami question Yugi's feelings, and the one that Yugi had been quite adamant and has followed religiously, was to never talk about family. Yami knew why Yugi insisted on this rule. He didn't want to talk about his parents. It was always a sensitive topic to him, one that the bullies in school tried to milk for what it's worth. Some days, they would win and trigger a violent reaction from Yugi. No family conversations meant Yugi was keeping him at an arm's length.

Yami was ordered to sit up so Yugi could massage the other boy's arms. As the smaller teen did his work, he tried to note some of Yami's sensitive spots. He knew of Yami's hips and his neck, but as he rubbed his arms, he noticed that the wrists were sensitive spots as well. They were resting right now. Since they finished studying earlier, they usually had a midnight snack or a quick nap. Now, Yugi decided to give a massage. He was curious by nature, must be the archeologist in him. He liked to study how Yami reacted to his touch. He kept his eyes away from the other boy's face. Yami had the most intense eyes he's ever experienced and whenever they made eye contact, it made him nervous, like Yami was trying to own his soul.

When Yugi switched arms, the one he freed started to run its fingers up and down his back. He bit his lip and squirmed in his position causing the other teen to moan. They both hadn't bothered to put on their underwear, they were just going to rest for a bit before attacking each other again. After a few more moments massaging Yami's am, Yugi looked up and gasped when he saw Yami's eyes. His slanted sharp red eyes were staring right at his soul before they closed and Yami attacked his lips.

In just a few seconds, Yugi was now on his back, his hands above his head and Yami's member inside him. "Yami!" the smaller teen sighed loudly, his eyes rolled back in his head as he rode the high of being filled.

"I appreciate the massage, Yugi. Now let me show you how grateful I am," the taller teen whispered in Yugi's ear. Yami smirked as he felt the boy beneath him shiver. He slowly pulled out of Yugi then stayed in the position which made the smaller teen whine at the lack of friction.

"Yami, you're already inside me and you're still teasing?" Yugi gritted his teeth and glared at the boy that has him pinned on the bed.

Yugi shivered when Yami let out a breathy chuckle against his neck. The taller teen snapped his hips, filling Yugi again. The tight heat enveloped him and he bit his lip hard as he felt his nerves ignite at their connection. When he felt Yugi's nails dig into his back, he started the frantic rhythm of moving in and out of the smaller teen. Yami's ears were filled with the noises Yugi was making, a mixture of moan, pants, and Yami's name being screamed to the heavens. The taller teen kept Yugi's hands above his head in place with one hand, while other held onto the smaller teen's shoulder for more leverage.

"Y-Yami!" Yugi gasped as his prostate was hit after the boy above him shifted his position slightly.

Yami looked at Yugi straight in the eyes and smirked at the vulnerable teen beneath him. Yugi was panting, his hands above his head, and one eye closed. Yami connected his lips with Yugi's and Yugi moved his legs so and wrapped around Yami's waist, pulling the darker teen deeper into him. Yami groaned into their kiss as his free hand palmed Yugi's backside.

When their lips separated, Yami lifted Yugi' waist up slightly and after freeing the other boy's hands from his grasp, he removed the legs around his waist and put them up so they could rest on his shoulders curling the other boy into a ball. Yami's eyes drank the erotic sight that was Yugi and with a guttural moan, he started pounding harder into the willing body beneath him.

Yugi's nerves were on fire with the way Yami touched and moved with him. His eyes drifted away from the crimson eyes that bore into him to watch the night sky from the skylight in his room. Closing his eyes, he ran his finger's through Yami's hair, grabbing it as his prostate was hit repeatedly. He could hear the noises they were both making and with his eyes closed, they sounded more sinful.

He opened his eyes again to connect with Yami's and he gasped at the intensity. Yami's eyes were always intense by nature due to the rare eye color but the look the darker teen was giving him, and every other moment that Yami was looking his way, made his chest tighten and his stomach turn in delight. Yami dove down to kiss him hard and Yugi moaned as he tasted the familiar spicy cinnamon taste that was Yami. Their tongues clashed and the sensation added to the coil in his belly from the pounding he was receiving. He could feel is drool, or was it Yami's, drip down his chin.

Yugi broke away from their kiss to let out a loud groan as he came. Yami buried his face in Yugi's neck and released just moments after.

They looked at each other with content smiles. Yami pulled away from Yugi so they could lie side by side on the bed. Almost by instinct, Yugi curled into Yami and let the taller boy wrap his arms around him and Yugi hummed in contentment as he buried his face in Yami's chest as sleep claimed the both of them.

Yugi blinked his eyes rapidly as he slowly woke up. From his position on the bed, he and Yami were spooning with him as the little spoon. Their fingers were entwined and Yami has hooked his leg over him again. Yugi had discovered that Yami was such a clingy sleeper. Apparently, the taller boy sleeps deeper and better when he was hugging something, and usually, that something was Yugi. The warmth was very comforting but Yugi needed to stretch and his lower back was killing him from his position last night.

He wiggled slightly so as not to wake the boy surrounding him. Once he was free from Yami's arms, he only had Yami's leg to deal with. Yugi carefully pushed the tan leg off of his body and he was able to get off the bed to stretch and get his boxers on. He looked over to Yami who was still sound asleep trying to reach out for something to hug and Yugi did his best not to chuckle. He got his pillow and gave it to Yami's reaching arms. Yami wrapped his arms around the pillow and slept soundly afterwards without wiggling awake.

Careful not to wake the other up, Yugi left the bedroom and started making breakfast. He made a quick trip to the bathroom so he could clean up. He dampen his hair since it was sticking out more than usual and let it fall to his shoulders, making sure that it was slicked back.

Once he looked a little fresh, he went down to start breakfast. After a few short minutes, he could feel Yami waking up and thumping around the bedroom getting dressed. It was during this time that Yugi would think about should he make breakfast for Yami too. Then again, Yami usually left without a word in the morning and never bothered with breakfast.

As per usual, Yami went down to the main area and rushed out the door with only a passing glance at Yugi.

Yugi couldn't help but scowl as he realized that he wanted Yami to stay. He wanted to talk like real friends do. He wanted to cook Yami breakfast and talk about school, life, interests. He knew the taller teen is a gamer, hell, he was called the King of Games by Pegasus himself. Yami was someone he could totally connect with and be best friends with. But they rarely had friendly talks aside from reviewing for exams. Whatever friendship they had between each other it begins every Friday night and ends every Saturday morning.

"Hey, Bakura. Do you think Seto's hiding something from us?" Yami asked. He tagged along with his cousins for videogames at Bakura's place. They were trying to finish a survival horror game in one weekend with the lights off. Since Bakura's parents were at home, they had no choice but to tone it down. Yami had offered his place but that got one legendary retort from Marik.

"You know there's no way in hell we're sitting on the couch that you and Yugi had sex on."

Instead of arguing or snapping at the blonde, he just rolled his eyes and took a mental note to change the locks on his door when his father comes back from Egypt.

So now, they were in Bakura's living room with energy drinks, popcorn, and other junk food, and they were trying their best not to wake the parentals on the upper floor.

"If he was hiding something, we could've picked it up by now. You know that." The white-haired teen took another swig at his energy drink before focusing back on his laptop. He'd been taking notes of their little adventure game to check for things they missed. Yami was in charge of solving puzzles, Bakura took notes, while Marik held the controller since he was the one who doesn't yell at the screen and have the sudden urge to chuck the controller at the TV whenever there was a jumpscare.

Yami scoffed, "Yeah, like how you picked up that I was sleeping with Yugi for three months." He rolled his eyes and tapped on Marik's shoulder, "Lower left, try the keypad. Bakura has the codes."

Marik nodded and Bakura recited the code. "So it was a fluke. There are hundreds of students in Domino High. And every person who's attracted to a guy who is not sitting at our lunch table has the hots for you. It could've been anyone," Marik replied. "So you like them on the petite side. We don't blame you, you are below average on height." The character entered a new room and the loading screen appeared, giving Marik some time to shift his position on the floor and grabbed a handful of potato chips. "Although… Seto was rather pissy about you and Yugi being fuck buddies. That's actually weird, I mean, he is your family so why would he be so concerned about your well-being?"

"You're just pissed that Seto called you out when he said that you like the shrimp," Bakura chuckled. "Hey, idiot, go back, you missed a room," he kicked at the blonde at the floor then turned back to Yami. "You know Seto. He's not really one for beating around the bush. But I'll admit, he was extra pissy that night...like you struck a nerve or something. But that could mean anything. You guys are always at each other's throats. You think he's hiding a girlfriend from us?"

It was Marik's turn to scoff, "Right. If anyone's more uptight than Yami, it would be Seto. The guy's basically married to his laptop, the only girlfriend he could probably have would be Siri." The other two choked on their laughter, doing their best not to make too much noise. Marik's lavender eyes narrowed in frustration at the locked door he encountered. "I missed the room because it was locked, genius. Those notes of yours say anything about how to open it?"

"I think we missed a note. Check the other rooms again," Yami said while Marik grumbled. "Okay, maybe he doesn't have a girlfriend. But what if he's starting to date someone?"

"Mokuba would know about it and you know he's not the best in keeping secrets," Bakura replied quickly.

That was true. Seto's younger brother is a genius with a heart of gold and a straight moral compass. The kid wasn't too closed when it came to talking about the past and feelings unlike his older brother who gave too little reactions to everything. Yami, Marik, and Bakura were all babysitters of the raven-haired kid. If something, like a girlfriend, had bothered Seto, he would know and he would tell them thinking that they could help him with the problem.

"Now that we're done talking about one person who's not here, let's talk about another one who's here but shouldn't," Bakura said with a smirk as he placed his feet on the coffee table. "Shouldn't you be with Yugi and fucking each other's brains out tonight?" he asked nonchalantly.

"He cancelled. Family matters," Yami replied.

"What kind?"

"We don't talk about that kind of stuff." Yami kept his eyes on the screen and took a big gulp of soda.

"Why? No time between ejaculations?" Marik joked.

"That must be hard when all you want is to be close to him, huh?" Bakura asked.

"So the guy's got damage. So what? Yami can just work up the charm and woo Yugi into being his boyfriend." Marik suggested. Ever since he came clean with him dating Malik Ishtar during one summer in Egypt, he was now capable of dating advice. Bakura thinks it's because Malik was rubbing off on him. They've yet to see their cousin's boyfriend in person, but they have seen a picture of the young Egyptian. He was like their cousin's doppleganger only with kinder yes and tamer hair. The teen was such a gentle soul but was quite the firecracker too. At times, they would invite him on game nights when they decide to play some online multiplayer on the weekends. The time difference was difficult, but seeing Marik get disciplined by his younger partner was worth it.

Yami was silent and kept his eyes away from his cousins general direction.

"Oh my fucking Ra, Yami. Please tell me you're not scared of rejection?" Bakura whined. "You guys are already fucking on a weekly basis, and you're afraid he'll reject you if you go out on a date?"

"May I remind you that his friends hate me?" Yami snapped.

"Correction, Wheeler hates you. His other friend, Tristan Taylor, he's smart enough not to step in and take sides. Oh, and Tea absolutely adores you. So you should only worry about one friend," Bakura replied.

Marik's laptop that was also on the coffee table started to ring. It was Malik. Yami answered the call and the screen showed a tan blonde teen with soft lavender eyes and a playful smirk.

"Hey, guys!" the blonde chirped in Japanese. His accent was quite prominent but the teen was fluent nonetheless. Malik was homeschooled while he helped his older sister and brother at the museums in Egypt. They usually travel with their exhibits which required him to learn new languages when doing tours and talking to museum curators.

"Hey, babe," Marik replied. "We need your help."

"Oh? What's wrong? Can't find the exit or something?"

"Yami's having boyfriend trouble."

"He's not my boyfriend," Yami corrected.

"Yami's there?" Malik cocked his head on the side. "I thought you guys said he's out with some guy on Fridays."

The crimson-eyed teen rolled his eyes. Of course Marik would tell his boyfriend about him. He was basically breaking cardinal rule number one. "He cancelled because of family matters," he explained.

"Which they are not allowed to talk about. Must be a hard limit for them, right next to anal fisting," Bakura joked. "Are you not deliberately asking Yugi out because of Tea? I know the girl has pathetically come on to you on too many occasions since you moved here and she is, or was, Yugi's crush. Don't look at me like that, everyone knew about that."

"Okay, okay, wait!" Malik interrupted. "Get me up to speed here for a bit. I know who Yugi is but who's Tea?"

"Tea is Yugi's best friend and crush. Brunette, blue eyes, has an obsession over Yami and wants to do him," Marik quipped.

"A complication," Malik concluded. For someone who was younger than the three of them, Malik was the smarter and more mature one. "It's a teeny tiny complication."

Bakura scoffed, "Tell that to her breasts."

"I thought you were gay?"

"Doesn't mean I don't know when big breasts are actually big, Malik. I have eyes." Bakura grabbed the controller in frustration and started maneuvering around the hallways to get away from the monster. After a few more hurdles, he threw the controller back to his "Your reflexes are pitiful, Marik. I know you're unphased with jumpscares, doesn't mean your reaction time needs to be compromised too."

"Why do you think Malik tops most of the time?" Marik snapped.

The person in the monitor shook his head and turned away from the camera. "Anyways…" Malik cleared his throat. "How about we go through Marik's route… Be manipulative." Bakura and Yami raised an eyebrow at his statement. "Yugi must be a great guy to care for his friends. But what if you, Yami, can mean more to him than his friends?"

Marik paused the game then run up to open the lights. His cousins winced at the sudden change in atmosphere. Marik plopped himself down between the two and put the laptop on his lap. "You said the magic word, babe. Tell us what's going on in that beautiful mind of yours."

"His friends are a complication. But what if he stops caring and just starts tolerating them? Is the girl the only complication?" Malik rested his chin on his knuckles and smiled sweetly at the camera.

"Joey Wheeler, bad boy that hates Yami's uptight ass because he ratted him out for freeloading over a project," Marik scoffed.

The blonde hummed, "Irrelevant." He clapped his hands and returned a sickly sweet smile back at the camera that made Yami's and Bakura's skin crawl. "The guy can choose mature and level-headed Yami over some immature bad boy who's not fucking him." Malik scowled at the three faces looking at him. "Don't look at me like that. It makes sense. Would you choose a friend who's a temperamental immature child over a friend that gives you an orgasm every week?"

"So we manipulate Yugi into picking me? Isn't that reverse of what I want him to be?" Yami asked pursing his lips.

"No… You don't do anything. Don't change anything too much, but take it up a notch. Care for him the way you would if he was your boyfriend, but not too much to make him freak out. Make him question why he has to hide your relationship with him since he has shit friends… Unless he doesn't have shit friends…" Malik trailed off.

"He's got his own set of Avengers, they're amazing," Marik rolled his eyes.

"So they're overprotective friends. Even I hated Ishizu when she told me I can't date your cynical ass, but that didn't stop me." He turned his attention to the red-eyed teen. "I know 'manipulative' is such an evil word but it doesn't have to be. Just do your best not to freak him out. Try making love to him and not just fucking, and he'll see fireworks every time you guys kiss. It'll be magical...and effective." The blonde waggled his eyebrows and smirked.

Bakura let out a laugh, "Finally! An explanation as to why you like Marik. You're just as evil as he is!"

"That leaves the friends. Any more other complications he has that we should know about?"

"He has a grandfather right?" Bakura said, "Does that count?"

"Not exactly. But he could side with Yugi's friends since he knows them longer." Yami was an outsider. He was Yugi's secret. He narrowed his eyes and worried his lip in frustration.

"Well… It could be easier for you to have one of his family members vouch for you that's for sure." Malik explained.

Yami groaned. "But who? Yugi only has his grandfather."

"Hello, Mr. Mutou, I'm Mara Reed. It's a pleasure to finally meet you," the elderly woman reached her hand out to shake at the two males that entered the room.

"Hello, Ms. Reed. Please call me Solomon." The older male motioned for his grandson to enter the small office, "And this is my grandson, Yugi." The woman gave a soft hello as she greeted the teen.

"Please, call me Mara." She looked at the tall white-haired girl in the room, "This is my former charge, Kisara Van Bryce. She's been my charge for over fifteen years. She was taken here the day she was born actually."

The two males turned their attention the tall silvery-white haired girl with the piercing wide blue eyes. "Hello, sir," her voice was soft but even, like she was reining in gravity. After the awkward greetings, the four people sat down around the small table.

Solomon has been on edge since he received the phone call. He'd always known that social services was bound to question his custody of Yugi. But the teen was about to turn eighteen, if they were going to take him away, they're a few years too late.

"No, Solomon. We're not taking Yugi away from you. I can read your face like a billboard right now," Mara chuckled. "I just wanted to let you know of something… Something about your family that's very important that has been kept from you for too long."

Solomon's eyes narrowed. "My family?"

The younger woman cleared his throat. "Mr. Mutou, I'm Kisara Van Bryce. But I was born as Kisara Mutou," she finally said.

"What?!" the elder Mutou exclaimed. His eyes were wide and watery. "But.. Aiko… she said… she said the baby didn't survive." The words were whispered, he was too afraid that he might break down if he were to hear those words himself.

The blue-eyed female furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Didn't survive? She said that?

"Grandpa?" Yugi looked at his trembling grandfather. "Are you okay?'

"I'm fine, Yugi. I just…" he looked at the girl in front of him. "You… you have my son's eyes."

His son. Yuichi Mutou was famous in school for his tantalizing blue eyes that he inherited from his mother. The last time he's seen those eyes were full of hatred and anger before his son eventually left for America. The young woman in front of him had all the evidence of being a Mutou. She has the same pale skin, baby face, and big eyes as his grandson, Yugi. Granted, the tall stature came from his daughter-in-law but the silvery-white hair was a recessive gene on his side of the family. He didn't need some DNA test to tell him.

"Ms. Van Bryce," he started.

"Please, sir, call me Kisara."

"Kisara, are you trying to look for your parents? Because they've been divorced for almost four years now."

The girl sighed deeply. "I'm looking for answers, really. I… I've been under the foster care system here in Domino until I got adopted by my American parents. They took me to America and… well… I never really fit in with my life there. I guess I came here to maybe find my biological family and maybe figure out if I'd fit there."

"Will you be staying in Domino? Do you have a job? Are you in college? Do you have a place to stay?"

"I will be staying in Domino permanently. My adoptive parents are fine with it, besides, I have dual citizenship. I want to be here. This is where I grew up. I own a few startup businesses that don't need me to be hands on too much so I can work anywhere. A job wouldn't be much of a problem. As for having a place to stay… well I'm looking for one right now. I'm currently staying at a hotel until I finally get a place of my own."

"Nonsense, my dear, you can stay with us," Solomon exclaimed. He could never turn down family.

The girl shook her head in worry, "Mr. Mutou, I -"

"Please, call me grandpa."

"Grandpa!" Yugi finally found his voice. The shock from the whole reveal finally sank in. He looked at the gir. "My grandpa's a bit delusional at the moment. No offense, but how can we know that you're saying is true? You could have fake documents for all we know. My grandpa has a soft spot for family. But we can't welcome strangers in our house." He said the last statement more to his grandfather rather than the young woman.

"I understand," Kira sighed. The old man was much of a shock to her. It was unexpected to see him welcome her open arms. At least she was finding somewhat of a common ground with the younger.

"No! Yugi, I know she's my granddaughter. I know!"

"Actually," Mara interjected with a calm voice that washed over the three other occupants of the room, "I'm the social worker assigned to Kisara. She was brought to us by a Ms. Esmeralda Ricci."

"That's Yugi's grandmother," Solomon gasped.

The teen blanched. He knew of his snobbish grandmother. The woman was Japanese by blood but was born in some part in Europe. He never really cared to know more about the old woman seeing as she has done the same towards him. The woman had no maternal bone in her body and never had a soft look on her face for him. Granda used to joke around saying that if she was there the day Yugi was born, she could have kidnapped Yugi just to separate his parents. But back then, that was just a joke. Never did the two Mutuo menn expect that that dragon lady was actually capable such an act.

"But Aiko said the baby didn't survive," Solomon said carefully.

"Well, she lied," Mara said evenly. "We actually have all signed documents by both parents here."

The elder Mutou looked at the documents laid out in front of him. And there it was, the signatures of his son and daughter-in-law. He was absolutely devastated when he arrived back from his trip in Egypt to the news that his very first grandchild had supposedly died three days after she was born. Granted, the couple weren't even married at that time, but Solomon insisted that they both keep the baby. He was against abortion and he would never give the child up for adoption. If she could be with family, then why let someone else take care of her? The old man went into depression at the news. Solomon pursed his lips in deep thought. Something didn't add up.

"Wait, Aiko and Yuichi got married and had Yugi three years after Kisara was born. Why didn't they take her in after?"

Mara sighed deeply and looked at her former charge. This particular part was quite difficult for the blue-eyed girl. The two males couldn't see it, because they weren't used to her yet, but her face was blank, rid of every emotion, her eyes a flat icey blue and her shoulders were straight. Too straight. She was fighting her emotions.

"I found out that they did end up together ten years after they got married," Mara started. "Imagine my surprise when I found out that not only did they tell me that they didn't want anything to do with my charge but they were already considering a divorce." She pursed her lips at the memory, "I wasn't too happy with the fact that they were going to make another child miserable because of their decisions." She looked over to Yugi with a gentle smile of apology.

Yugi remembered this. He was living with his parents at the old house back then. They fought about everything. And during one visit in his grandfather's shop, he told the old man everything and grandpa had fought for Yugi's custody until the couple settled their problems, hence the first divorce. His parents fought tooth and nail for Yugi's custody but the judge ruled in favor for Solomon. Neither he nor his grandfather knew why but the two backed off the custody rights so suddenly.

"I should let you know, Solomon, social services never questioned your guardianship over Yugi thanks to Kisara." Mara said.

"What do you mean?" He eyed the still silent blue-eyed girl. He wanted to reach across the table and comfort her. She looked so lost, so broken, despite the blank expression on her face. She was keeping so many emotions in, she looked about to break.

"I told your son and your daughter-in-law that if either of them won the custody battle over your grandson, then I would come to you with Kisara."

Solomon understood. The couple didn't want him to discover that they had lied about the girl. "But why did you-"

"I know irresponsible parents when I see them, Solomon." Mara's voice was hard. She remembered the couple perfectly, the look of horror in their faces when she simply asked them if they wanted to see the thirteen-year old Kisara. "I knew Yugi would be miserable if he stayed with either of them. He deserves stability."

"And what about her?" Solomon pointed to his granddaughter, his voice breaking. "Doesn't she deserve stability?"

"Well, I-"

"I was a troubled child, sir." Kisara interjected, finally regaining her voice. "I was in and out of foster homes due to my 'incapability to adapt' as my appointed psychiatrist has pointed out."

Solomon blinked then looked at Mara for answers to his silent question. What did his granddaughter go through?

As if hearing his question, she spoke again.

"I was quite the troublemaker growing up. I was actually sent to juvy once for it." She chuckled darkly at the shocked faces of the two males. "I don't think social services will allow you to take care of me when you're already taking care of another minor alone."

"Ahh…" Solomon nodded then looked at his grandson, then at his granddaughter. They didn't deserve all of this grief and misery that was caused by their parents. "But why reach out now? Why not back then?"

"I guess, it would be easier to come to you now that I'm an adult. So you wouldn't think I'm reaching out to you now for monetary reasons. I just really wanted to know about you, nothing more."

"And I told Kisara that if she still wanted to know about her family, she would reach out to me," Mara added.

Solomon understood then looked at his grandchildren again. He wasn't sure if he was going to be mad, sad, or relieved with everything that was revealed to him today.

"Solomon, there are some specifics and paperwork I need to discuss with you." Mara cleared her throat. She looked at her former charge, "Kisara, why don't you and Yugi get to know each other over at the children's waiting area? We may have had a lot of renovations done in this place since you left, but the room is still where you remember it."

Her former charge eyed her carefully with a raised eyebrow then shrugged. She turned at the amethyst-eyed boy and smiled, "Shall we?"

Yugi nodded and followed the white-haired girl that was supposedly his long lost sister.

A/N: And there you have it! Chapter 2 for Are We Really Doing This. So yeah, Yugi has a long lost sister with some baggage...don't we all? Also, I'm not happy with the lemon I wrote here. So what do you guys think? I hope you like it, I'm finishing up the third chapter of this and the third chapter of Fighting To Get Your Attention. Please review and tell me what you think and what you guys expect with the next chapters or what you guys want to see with the next chapters.