I think I have updated too fast. What do you think? It makes me feel bad for the next days that will come. In other words I will be away for at least ten days. I'm sorry about that but where I'm going I will have no real access to the internet and there is nothing I can do about it. Oh well…

I hope this chapter can make up for it. Let me know what you think, if you liked it or if I should burn in hell, which would be bad since I love the cold.

'Where is he?' Yuugi was annoyed, more than annoyed. After he awoke this morning he felt like grab, as if he hadn't slept at all. The emotions left by his dream have haunted him the whole night. And then there was his grandpa asking him with a meaningful look if he had thought over what he had said the night before, which really hadn't been that much. He looked... disappointed, worried and sad when Yuugi answered with a no and said that there was nothing to think about. In that moment Yuugi decided that there would be no tutoring at his house anymore. Honestly, if his grandfather had the insane idea that he and Atemu were friends after two hours, what would he come up with in the long run in his crazy way of thinking. He snored. Maybe the old man would start to think they were soul mates?

Yuugi nearly stumbled over his own feet. He took deep breaths and tried to calm his erratic beating heart. What was wrong with him? He rested his weight against the wall of the corridor he was in at the moment. During the last year this happened occasionally. It frightened him. He couldn't even describe the feeling. It hurt, but it also didn't. It made him feel dizzy, light-headed and always made his heart beating as if he would run a marathon, but at the same time he felt physically totally fine, knew that he was fine. And then there was this feeling, this feeling of something-

"Yuugi?"

The petite teen snapped his eyes open and looked up at the source of the soft baritone voice. Just his luck. It was always like that. Why had the other always to appear when Yuugi didn't want to see him the most? And wasn't it just fantastic that his friends were with him to see him disheveled like that? Couldn't the other just had pop up half an hour earlier? So that he hadn't to look all over the damn school. And why were they staring at him? Why couldn't they just ignore him and leave him alone?

"Little one?"

Yuugi was pulled out of his previous way of thoughts just to get into another. Just a moment ago...had Atemu really called him by his name? He had never done that before. Since he knew him he always called him little one, just to tease him of course. 'I don't like it.' Yuugi thought helpless and after a second shook his head in confusion, wondering what exactly he had meant by that.

"Hey! Squirt!"

The short teen snapped his head back up, asking himself when he had turned his gaze towards the ground. He blinked at the group of five teens in front of him. Atemu and his friends.

Bakura was glaring at him and for an insane second Yuugi thought he saw worry in those crimson eyes of his that were so much darker and colder than Atemu's. But this was Bakura Daizoku we're talking about, so that was impossible. Mariku Hakamori looked psychotic as ever, his eyes that also had a different hue of crimson unreadable for the short teen, his sadistic smile that seemed to be edged into his face gone.

Yuugi's thoughts drifted away again. Atemu, Bakura and Mariku had all crimson eyes, a little different colored, but crimson. They all emitted a feeling of...darkness for a lack of a better word, but it felt fitting. And they were said to be doubleganger of him and his friends Ryou and Malik. Now that was funny.

His head started to spin again and he forced his attention to the two girls. Kisara Ryuujin was pale, had nearly ebony white skin and her eyes had an icy blue color but in contrary always only hold warmth in them, but her long white hair often covered the kind eyes from view. And then there was Mana Fushuku. She was the same age as Yuugi but was in a different class. She had the same tanned skin as Mariku. Yuugi liked her and her childish antics. Together with Bakura and Mariku she played a lot of pranks. But now she looked serious, almost concerned. He thought that it looked wrong on her, smiling was more her thing.

Yuugi's gaze drifted back to Atemu, who was closer to him then the rest. He wasn't sure if he saw right or not but it looked like Atemu was fighting with himself about what action to take, what to say. Sure he stood perfectly still, almost tense, though. But his eyes…they made him look split apart and so...broken. The feeling of hugging the older teen came over Yuugi again and that more than anything else brought his brain back into gear.

The petite teen straightened up to his full high, which wasn't that impressive, but beware of midgets because they easily reach parts that hurt like hell. "Do you have an idea how long I've searched for you?!" Yuugi asked with a livid voice, fully ignoring the fact that he just probably had stared five minutes flat at the group, that now looked more than confused. "You always appear out of nowhere, but the one time I want, no have to see you, you decide to play the unfindable!"

Atemu crossed his arms over his chest and got into a defensive stance, but strangely enough it wasn't giving Yuugi the feeling of having the upper hand, quite the opposite. "Why have you searched for me?"

Yuugi almost wanted to flinch at the cold tone. He couldn't remember Atemu ever talking to him like that. "I..." He trailed of and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Why had he searched for the other again? Something about his grandfather and tutoring. Something connected with the older teen. Oh, yes, it was because of his grandpa seemingly to developed insane ideas about him and Atemu. No, wait that didn't sounded right. But it was, wasn't it. To say Yuugi was confused over his own thoughts and emotions would be more than a huge understatement.

"Yuugi." Atemu nearly sounded impatient and this time Yuugi did flinch. He didn't knew why, though. He also felt strangely...empty and weak and lost.

He swallowed and took a deep breath. "I'm...I'm not feeling...too well..." Yuugi could feel a sudden pang in his heart as he looked at Atemu. Something inside him told him to just tell him the whole truth, let him know what it was that went really through his mind. But again there was that little voice that advised him not to and his own consciousness reminded him that he was supposed to hate the senior in front of him. He forced himself to continue talking before his mind drifted of to far again. "Can we skip today?" At least he would get something out of it.

"Sure." Yuugi nearly made a sound in relief when Atemu's voice was back to normal and wanted to kick himself hard for that. "You should go home and rest little one." Yuugi nodded his head and again the urge to smack himself was very tempting. "Do you think you can go home on your own?"

A portion of Yuugi's fighting spirit returned. "Of course I can. I'm not that helpless." And since when was Atemu so concerned about his health anyway?

Atemu gave him a long calculating look before finally sighing. "I know. Don't get killed on your way."

Yuugi scoffed and started to walk of in the direction of the nurse office. "You won't get rid of me that easily." He hated himself for sounding so soft and not feisty or harsh at all like he wanted to. "And know that if I should die I will stalk you as a spirit!" Now why the hell had he just said that and Ra, was he feeling dizzy again and again his body hurt but also wasn't. Maybe he started to become insane. That also would explain why he had heard deep worry in Atemu's voice.

As soon as Yuugi was home he crashed down onto his bed. He was feeling normal again, only tired. The nurse didn't had wanted to let him go home on his own, saying that he looked horrible pale. It was one of the moments he hated his cute looks that made women and sometimes men swoon and made them want to protect and help him as if he was a little kid, which he was not. It wasn't his fault that Mutous were small in size thank you very much. He had to use his puppy-dog-eyes to get the woman to let him go home. In contrary to public believe he hated using them. It was like manipulating someone and that simply felt wrong for him. He only did it when he saw no other way out of a predicament he was in.

Come to think of it...Why hadn't he used them on Watanabe? The man would have been helpless putty in his hands and would have only assigned him more homework but only because Yuugi would have felt bad if he would have denied the help, would have played down the worries of his grandfather.

Yuugi had the urge to scream into his pillow, but he didn't. He rolled over to lie on his back. His gaze was almost blank when he stared at the ceiling, going over the events that happened in Watanabe's office. He came to the conclusion that he had been too angry to pull of that look, with Atemu so close and all.

Again an example for the influence the older had on him. Yuugi was a composed teen, never truly getting pissed of or violent. He knew that he was overly shy and quiet. But that all always changes when Atemu was near him. Ra, it was amazing what hate did to him.

Yuugi gave a humorless chuckle. He still could remember the very first time he had blown up on Atemu. His friends had been so horrified, since they had never seen him like that. It had been the last week of school before summer break...

Flashback

It was a very hot day and for once Yuugi was happy that he had gym class, since they had swimming lessons. The water also helped him to cool down his burning temper, his boiling blood. Mana, Bakura and Mariku had found it very funny to start a food fight during lunch. The whole school had joined in. He too. Atemu's face had been priceless when the chocolate muffin connected to it. (Now that Yuugi thought about it...poor muffin, its life was wasted...)

Yuugi laughed heartily but that laugh vanished in an instant. Atemu was glaring at him and Yuugi could feel dread wash over him. He was frozen in shock and then it happened. He had never thought the other would ever do something like this, since it was way out of character for him. Yuugi didn't even saw Atemu moving, coming closer until he stood right in front of him and emptied his tray over his head. Yuugi awoke from his stupor and threw himself at Atemu. He couldn't clearly remember what happened next but when the headmaster's booming voice called for order he was lying under Atemu, both panting and sweating and both covered in ketchup, mustard and other things, both glaring at each other, both having something in their hands for the next attack. He was sure their little war would have continued if it weren't for their friends that pulled them apart and away from each other. The whole time they glared at each other, never blinking and never loosing eye contact until the other was out of sight.

It had been the highlight of their week in which Yuugi had tried everything to wipe that smirk out of Atemu's face, the smirk that was the only proof that the older teen had to feel something. Well, it seemed like he had finally been successful.

So, Yuugi had another reason to be glad for gym class. He could use the shower. Watanabe had been so angry that he forbad the students to use them to clean themselves, which also would have been very difficult since all students were covered in food, no exceptions.

Yuugi calmed down and had fun with his friends, enjoying the weather. All his anger vanished only to come back full force when he exited the changing room together with Ryou and Malik.

"You!" Yuugi shouted and pointed an accusing finger at Atemu, not caring that it was impolite.

He could see Atemu's eye twitch. "Yes. Me. How can I help you little one?" he asked through clenched teeth. That was a new one.

Yuugi could feel his temper nearly snapping at the nickname. "You ruined my favorite shirt!" Childish? Who cared? He never would be able to get the stains out of it.

"The way I remember it, it was you who made the first shot." Atemu growled out. Also a new one. Atemu never had growled before.

Yuugi knew that this was the truth. "I don't care!"

"I don't care either!" Never had Yuugi heard the other shout. He wondered what else would now slip through Atemu's carefully build mask. He was just being curious. "To your information, you ruined my shirt too, so I guess we're even on that. And. You. Started. It."

It was crazy, but Yuugi didn't want this argument to end. "No, you started it! It's all your fault!"

"How was it my fault?"

Their feeds started to move and soon they stood right in front of each other. "You had it coming! The whole week you did nothing but aggravate me!" A bare lie.

"Look who's talking! If you can't handle a loss you shouldn't start a fight."

And Yuugi threw himself again at Atemu, making them both fall to the ground. "You're a self-centered bastard!"

Atemu rolled them over. "And you're a spoiled little brad!"

Yuugi rolled them over again. "Conceited ass!"

"You're such a thick head!" Again Atemu reserved their positions. "An aggravating, little-"

"Don't you dare!" Yuugi tried to roll over again, but this time Atemu had a better hold on him.

It was Bakura who ended their fight. "Could you just kiss each other and get it over with?"

Both Atemu and Yuugi froze and then turned their glares towards Bakura, who backed away a little. They got to their feeds. "What did you just say you insane son of a bitch?" Atemu growled out. There was nothing left from his normally calm and cool demeanor.

"You heard me." Bakura said with a sneer. "The sexual tension between you two gets unbearable."

Yuugi shared a glance with Atemu and for once they were on the same page. But Bakura was fast to react, running out of the room. Atemu and Yuugi were hot on his heels, chasing him for a full hour until they hadn't enough strength left to move. Of course he blamed Atemu for the escape of the white-haired teen but for once he was too tired to argue. And then there was the slight fact that he couldn't talk since he was laughing madly along with Atemu, not even knowing why he was laughing.

End Flashback

Yuugi sighed. After his little hunt he had been confronted by his friends who had wanted an explanation about what was wrong with him, ultimately stopping his laughing fit. Anzu had dragged him away from Atemu who had calmed down by the time his friends had arrived and only watched him. Anzu later had scolded him for his actions and Jonouchi and Honda for teaching him insults and Malik and Ryou for not stopping him. For some reason it wasn't bothering him at all what his friends had thought.

Right the next day summer break had started and after this break from school the bickering between Yuugi and Atemu had continued only that it had become kind of different. What had changed Yuugi had no clue whatsoever.

Now that Yuugi thought back it had been their first true fight and the first time it had gotten physically between them, the first time they touched each other. It had been the first time that Atemu had lost his cool and Yuugi couldn't help himself but smile at the memory of Atemu behaving like a normal teenager and not like a serious wise and old soul. It was the first time he had heard the other laugh. He still wondered why they had laughed that hard.

Yuugi blinked. Had he really just thought all of that? Was he really smiling? He sat up and crawled over his bed. He stopped at the edge and titled his head to look into the mirror next to his bed.

His eyes shone brighter than normal and the corners of his mouth were lightly raised. The soft smile just wouldn't leave his face no matter how hard he tried.

"What is wrong with me?" He asked his reflection in a quiet voice. And then his smile finally fell. A strong sadness washed over him. "Why won't you answer me?" A lone tear left his right eye and he grimaced at his own refection. "Great, now I start to talk to myself." He collapsed back down on his bed.

The funny part? He wasn't thinking that it was crazy for him to want his reflection to answer him or that he felt like crying over the fact that he wasn't getting any answer. It made him feel nostalgic. He really was losing it, wasn't he?

About the meaning of the last names of Bakura, Mariku, Kisara and Mana…I'm uncreative and I know it.

Daizoku = thief

Hakamori = grave keeper

Ryuujin = dragon God

Fushuku = priest, servant of the gods

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!