Me: I am really sorry for the longest delay possible. I am have been busy with countless things, like finishing college, dealing with social things online, getting work to do as well as emotional issues and right now I am going through a depression phase which is consuming me and all I see is a bleak outcome for myself. I am not asking for attention since I haven't been writing enough chapters, but all I want is positive things to come my way so I can break through this and be the person I was.

Yami Yugi: Damn. Let's be real here. She just wants some positive things to come to her, not to attention hog or anything. She is just down on her luck in life and suffering on her own.

So, let's enjoy this chapter that you guys have long awaited for.

Key:

""- normal speaking

''–thoughts

/Yami to Yugi mind link speaking/

Enjoy!

Chapter 2: The letters

A few days later,

"Hey Yami! You got some mail and a fragranced one as well" Yugi said as he gently sniffed the card. Yugi wrinkled his nose in disgust at the smell, "ew! Smells like what girls would wear to gain attention!" Yami came down and grabbed the card from Yugi and went upstairs to his room. /Drama Queen/

/ I heard that! /

Yami chuckled a bit at that response; Yugi was the one to overreact in a childish manner. As he opened the door and he sniffed it a little. "Hmmm smells like lavender and jasmine," Yami said as he placed the letter on the desk. 'Maybe it's a love letter from one of my "adoring fans" or maybe a prank letter from Jou and the other' Yami thought. It seems normal for him to get letters every now and again from his fans. Yami grabbed the letter and proceeded to open it and started to read it:

Dear Yami Muto,

Hello. My name is Fushōjiki and I am one of your biggest fans (not to sound creepy or am I?) Just kidding. I think you are an amazing person and the way you speak to your fans with such confidence is astounding. I find you a good person with a caring heart and I want to be friends with you. (I think you might find that we have much in common) Please write back soon.

Yours sincerely, Fushōjiki

P.s. If you want to write back to me, please can you put your letter out by the third park bench (by the lake if you enter from the west side) on Wednesday 21st at 10:00 am.

P.s.s. If you do not wish to write to me then, I guess it was never meant to be.

Yami felt flattered that the letter was well presented and the scent was just to his liking. Though he found some bits funny and chuckled at his jokes, he couldn't help but feel strange about the letter (although he would normally get letters about people who obsessively like him), but this was one different. " Hmm, Wednesday 21st. That only gives me 2 days to reply back." Yami says to himself as he looked at the clock. He thought about writing back to him but Nah, maybe but no. He felt so confused on writing back to him. Yami scratched his head and flopped down on his bed. "Maybe I should sleep on it." As he muffled into his pillow.

2 Days later…

Yami thought about writing to him and decided on doing so (still he had a weird feeling about it but his teenage naivety stops him from thinking it through) He did as the letter told and went to the park. He quietly snuck out of the game shop without Yugi or anyone else from noticing and just strolled down to the park. /Where did you go Yami?/ Yami jumped when he heard Yugi speak.

/Oh! Just nowhere in particular. I just wanted to roam about the city. Nothing special./

/You didn't write back to that letter, did you?/

Yami paused in his tracks as he stood outside the gates of the park's west entrance. /No. Why do you ask such a thing like that?/

/That letter smelt funny and that might be a bad omen on you./

/For the record, it smelt fine to me and you do not have to refine taste like mine./

/Look I am just wondering what that letter was about. I am curious, no concerned about it./

/There's nothing to worry about, it was a nice letter, my fan just wanted to be friends with me. There's no harm in that. Many fans asked me this and I feel like I should at least respond to them, what's the worst thing that could happen?/

Yami smirked at his response to Yugi and continued walking into the park's entrance. He looked at his watch as it just hit 10 am and found the 3rd bench beside the lake. It wasn't that busy besides from the odd people that walked past. It was peaceful and nice here for a sunny day as the sun shone through the trees as the branches shadows covering the path as it gave and peaceful and ominous look. He gently placed the letter down and walked away from the bench to head out, but he stopped by the entrance to see if anyone is going to pick it up, but he shook his head and walked out. He decided it would be best to not see that his 'fan' was as it could be a surprise to find out who had written to him. After Yami left, a shadowy figure appeared out from a nearby tree and picked up the letter and sniffed it gently. 'Hmmm, smells like him.; the person thought as he shuddered a little. He opened the envelope and read it:

Dear Fushōjiki,

I am flattered by your effort to get my attention and that I find your determination to befriend me fun, although I find you a funny person, we do need to know each other to see if we are made for each other as friends. I do wish for us to see each other in person at some point so we know who we are really speaking to.

Write again soon. (if you want)

Yami Muto

The figure smirked at the letter. He didn't seem phased at Yami's subtle sign of 'I might be disturbed by you and decided to try and end it.' But then again latest he replied.

A few weeks later:

"Hey, Yami! You got you got another letter! " Yugi said as he gently sniffed the card. Yugi wrinkled his nose in disgust at the smell, "ew! Smells worse than that one with the jasmine one and the handwriting looks familiar too." Yami peered his head out from the other room with interest. 'HE WROTE BACK TO ME?!' Yami shouted in his head. "Huh, I guess this fan doesn't know when to quit." He said as he grabbed the letter from Yugi and took it upstairs to his room. Yugi looked back at Yami and thought 'What has her got into this time?'

Yami walked into his room and sat down on his bed and sniffed the envelope. This time it smelt like light scented women's perfume. It wasn't scented that much but it was enough to get a little smell. 'Smells different from last time but it still smells good.' He thought to himself as he opened the envelope and read the letter:

Dear Yami,

Sorry for the rude introduction. I find it a bit hard to write the first letter to by hero and I thought you would never write to me but I still see the good nature and politeness in you to write which I do admire every much. I see that we do have to get to know each other first to see if we can be friends and I will introduce myself more and more to you over time. I do want to meet you in person but now I am far too shy to see you in your glorious presence as such as you and I would feel that I would faint in your presence.

Write to me soon as I do want to know more about you.

Yours sincerely,

Fushōjiki

P.s. As before can you drop it off at the third park bench (by the lake if you enter from the west side) by Wednesday 12th at 10:00 am.

/Was it that same guy again?/

/No! (Yami lied) it was just another one of my adoring fans wanting to beg me to marry them/

/(scoffs) I doubt that./

/You big baby./

Yami rolled his at Yugi's response. 'He always thinks we are so alike.' He decided to do the same and write back to him. He did the same as before and goes to the park and placed the letter down on the bench and then leave, then a shadowy figure would pick it up and go off with the letter.

Days went on and Yugi was getting frustrated with this. Every few weeks that letter would come through for Yami, smelling different and worse for him every time at some cases even a package would come for him and that very same handwriting.

"It's getting worse and worse for him and I think he has fallen for it now! Oh, I wish the best for him." Yugi said in a worried tone as he looked at Yami who walked off with another letter from him.

Yami strolled to his room in a hopeful daze and he was so excited to read another letter fromFushōjiki. He felt like he was made for him as over the past few weeks the letters explained more about himself to Yami and what he was doing in his life and what he was up to. He always chuckles at his exploits and he learned from facts about him as Fushōjiki has a young daughter and works at a connivance store in a shopping center complex. (This would explain how he brought the perfumes and items for him)

Yami then flopped down on his bed and he gently smelt the card which this time it smelt of roses (which was his favourite flowers). He sighed happily as the smell consumed him with love as he opened the letter. Yugi hid behind Yami's bedroom door to peep as he saw how Yami's face lit up with joy and excitement, Yugi could tell how stupid Yami was for falling for the 'lovey-dovey' letters and the gifts that came with them, but he always felt bad for him as Yami never found 'the one' but this didn't feel right. Yugi was then pushed out of his thoughts where he heard Yami squealed with delight as he rushed out of his room and into the bathroom saying, "I better get ready then." He said in a singsong tune. This then gave Yugi the chance to get a look at the letter, he quickly tiptoed to his bed and picked up the letter.

His eyes gradually widened as he read the letter and looked up and ran out of the room to Yami. The letter slowly fell out of Yugi's hand and fell gently to the floor like a feather.

It's time to come to meet face-to-face. Meet me at the southern gate to the park at 22nd at 4 pm.

See you soon.

Fushōjiki

Me: A cliff-hanger set in motion.

Me : Fushōjiki translation/ meaning: conniving,corrupt,counterfeit,deceitful,dishonest,Dishonesty,lying,mendacious,rascal,rotten and sharp. I hope that clears some things up for you.

Yami Yugi: Well, that escalated quickly. I mean, it's something new and it's a chapter that you guys wanted. Give her more time to write more chapters and give her time to get herself back on her feet. Give her support swell, we all need it.

See you guys soon.