Yu's jaw hit the floor. "Y-you mean you're at the door?" He asked, desperately trying to mask his panic.

"No, not quite. I'm on the way, up, though."

Oh jeez, oh jeez, oh jeez this was bad, bad, bad. "Hehe, how long do you think it'll take?" There were papers EVERYWHERE!

"I'll be there in, oh, maybe five minutes or so."

Five minutes- okay, Yu, pull yourself together! "OkayI'llseeyouthenbye!" He threw the phone onto Tsubasa's bed and sped around, gathered all the papers and hastily shoved them into the box, wincing at the sound of papers crinkling. Tsubasa would kill him if he found out about that. The scrapbook was thrown on top and he'd just jammed the lid back on when Tsubasa knocked on the door.

"COMING!" He yelled, flying out of the Eagle wielder's room and making a beeline for the door.

"Thanks, Yu." Tsubasa said as he walked through the door. "Did anything exciting happen while I was gone?"

"Nope," Yu answered. "I've just been sitting around."

Tsubasa nodded thoughtfully at this statement. Yu was not one to 'just sit around.' "Have you eaten anything yet?"

"No," Yu replied, "I've been pretty busy doing nothing."

Busy doing nothing… Tsubasa played that through his mind a few times. Yu was not one to be 'busy doing nothing,' either. "Well, I'm going to start dinner."

"Okay!" Yu smiled. "Can we have ice cream for dessert?"

"Sure," he said absentmindedly. Something was going on here, and he had every intention of finding out what.

After dinner (and ice cream), Tsubasa returned from finishing the dishes to read for a while. He really should have been vacuuming, but it had been a long day at the WBBA and he just really didn't feel like messing with it. All he wanted to do was sit for a while and get lost in another world. Besides, it wasn't like he wasn't doing something constructive. Hikaru insisted on loaning him this book and he wanted to get it back to her as soon as he could.

Westley and Buttercup had just entered the fire swamp when Yu came in in his pajamas and turned on the television. Wait, Yu had his pajamas on?

Tsubasa did a double take. Yu Tendo was indeed right next to him, flipping through channels, in his pajamas. Normally, getting Yu to go to bed was exhausting enough to render him completely drained of any form of energy. Yet there he was, sitting there in his pajamas.

"Ugh, there's nothing good on!" Yu exclaimed and flopped on the couch before eyeing his book. "What you reading?"

Tsubasa lifted the book higher so that Yu could read the cover. "Hikaru loaned it to me."

"Hmm," Yu mused as he crawled over the couch and peeked over the book cover, trying to get a peek at the contents. "Is it any good?"

"It's not bad."

"Can I hear some?"

Tsubasa glanced up, taking in the boy's big, pleading eyes. "Fine," he sighed, "but I don't know if you'll like it." He looked back down at his page and started to read, "Prince Humperdinck just stared…"

"G'night, Tsubasa," Yu yawned.

"Good night, Yu." Tsubasa answered before closing the door. He walked back to the couch and grabbed his book. He'd finished the entire chapter with Yu without incident. Normally, when he tried to read anything to Yu, he was interrupted by long, super-involved questions. Not tonight. Whatever it was that had come over Yu, it was refreshing.

He returned to his own room and sat on his bed. Maybe he'd read just a little bit more before he went to sleep.

He put the book down after a few pages with a frustrated sigh. Much as he tried to convince his self that Yu was fine, whatever it was that was causing him to act so out of the ordinary was concerning him. One glance at the clock told him that going in to check on him was out of the question. Yu was an exceptionally light sleeper and Tsubasa didn't want to wake him.

He flopped backwards onto his back and glared daggers at the ceiling as if that could pry the information he was seeking out of it. It didn't work and he felt no better.

He needed to calm down. Yu was acting strange for a day- no, not even a day- and his stomach was twisting into knots over it? He turned his head, taking in the familiar sights of his room: his bookcase, numerous varieties of books, a paper that must have fallen from somewhere, his favorite- wait a second. That paper wasn't there before, was it? He dragged himself off the bed and picked it up with every intention of putting it back.

"How did this get here?" He wondered to his self as he skimmed through the contents. "All well, at least you're not a bill I misplaced or something." He told it as he crossed to the storage bin he kept the rest of Mark's letters in. He flipped open the lid, eyes widening as they took in the sight before him. Then they narrowed. "Yu Tendo," he muttered, "we are discussing this tomorrow."

Contrary to what Tsubasa was trying to convince his self of, Yu was NOT okay. He was, however, certainly trying to convince his stuffed animals otherwise. "I-it's okay." He whispered between sniffs. "T-the Eagle Man's no-ot gonna leave. He, he c-cares about me."

He held back a sob and buried his face into a giant toy dog. Tsubasa wouldn't leave him. He knew how much Yu needed him. Where would he stay? Who would he go to if he had a bad dream if Tsubasa walked out on him?

He clutched the dog with all the strength he had. So many people had walked out on him before, why would Tsubasa be any different?

NO! Tsubasa wouldn't leave him, not now, not ever. He would make sure of it. He'd be extra good, and never complain about anything again, and be super helpful so that Tsubasa wouldn't be able to keep himself from wanting to stay forever.

More tears leaked from the boy's eyes. What if that wasn't enough?

It had to be enough! What more could he do? He wasn't old enough to get a real job and help Tsubasa pay for stuff. He could let Tsubasa keep his allowance- that might help.

It might work, but he wanted to be sure. He needed a second opinion. He opened his door as quietly as he could and poked his head out. All was clear. He crept to the living room where he knew the phone would be charging for the night, grabbed it, and snuck inside the pantry where Tsubasa (hopefully) wouldn't be able to hear him and wake up.

"Hmm, let's see who would be good for this?" he asked nobody in particular before the figurative light bulb went on over his head.

The monotonous ring ran through his ear. "Please answer," he begged.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally got a response, "Hello?"

"Doka," Yu whispered, "it's Yu."

"Yu, what are you doing awake?" Madoka yawned, "It's late."

"I know, I'm sorry, but this is important." Yu pleaded.

Madoka must have picked up on the boy's desperate tone, "What's up?"

"I-it's Tsubasa," Yu started.

"What? Is something wrong with him?"

"N-no, it's just kind of a long story."

"This is actually important, right?"

"Yes it is, Doka! I'm scared!" Yu cried, fresh tears threatening to fall again.

"What's wrong, Yu? It's okay, you can tell me."

"I-I was home alone, a-and I was bored. So I decided to go and look at Tsubasa's stuff, and th-there was this box that ha-ad letters in it from someone named Mark from a long time ago, and th-they were friends but I never even h-heard of him and there aren't any letters anymore and now-"

"Whoa, whoa, Yu, why is this such a big deal, exactly?"

"BECAUSE HE LEFT THE-EM," Yu cried, "AND HE'S GONNA LEAVE ME-E!"

Yu cried into Madoka's ear for what felt like forever until she managed to calm him down again.

"Yu, have you talked to Tsubasa about this?"

"N-no."

"I think that you should do that tomorrow and clear this up."

"But then I would have to tell him that I was going through his stuff."

"Listen to me. That's not going to be the end of the world. You two need to clear this up. Okay?"

Yu nodded, "Yeah, okay Doka."

He hung up, replaced the phone and shuffled back to bed. He was not looking forward to tomorrow.

A/N: Well, here it is. I originally had another idea for this chapter in mind, but then I noticed it had a bit of a plot hole so I didn't want to use it. So, here's this instead! Hopefully it's not too bad, I'm less confident about it since it wasn't my original plan for this story. Reviews and constructive criticisms are more than welcome!

Anywho, enough babbling. I don't own Beyblade or the Princess Bride. Have a nice day :)