Disclaimer: Kairan Akiyama is not the owner YGO, that title belongs to Kazuki Takahashi (lucky bastard). Arigatou-hamster to Raven-san for beta-ing.

"…" – talking

italics – thoughts

… – emphasized

/…/ – hikari to yami

/italics/ – yami to hikari

-italics- – song lyrics (all songs are from "Fallen" CD by Evanescence)

"..." – flashback (Chap. 7 and 8)

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Enjoy the ride.

If I could say "I love You"

CHAPTER FOUR: Entertainment

YUUGI

"Well, how'd it go?" It was the next day at school, lunch time, and I sat over with Ryou. "Come on, I want details."

"Better than I expected, actually" Ryou replied, munching on a sandwich. "He did the dishes last night and he didn't give me any problems this morning."

"So why do you still look a bit upset?" I asked thoughtfully.

"Because he did the dishes last night and didn't give me any problems this morning," Ryou answered, a worried look on his face. "He's being too compliant; I know he's planning something." He pulled out a soda and twisted the top off. "I just don't know what. I wish I could get into his head somehow, or at least have a faint guess as to what he plans to do to me."

"Maybe Yami could find out," I offered. "I mean, they both run around unsupervised, maybe Yami will run into him sooner or later today."

"You'd really do that for me?" Ryou asked.

"Of course, Ryou," I smiled. "Anything to help a friend."

"Oh, thank you, Yuugi," Ryou shouted, hugging me so tight that I fell over. "Oh my…"

I think my cheeks were as red as his were, but I'm not sure anymore. All I know is he was on top of me, and well; I wasn't bothered by that at all.

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YAMI

People watching is under-rated. A young woman was struggling to feed her baby; he was batting away the bottle, but he kept crying to be fed. A few feet away from her was a man talking on his cell phone when his suit case fell open, is that a gust of wind? I laughed a little; people are so stupid sometimes, not really knowing what they want until they already have it and want something else. I walked through at least two or three crowds of people before I got to my destination. I held a breath as I stared at it; Rainbow Paradise, the latest definition of cool.

Rainbow Paradise was a new building and one of the few I'd go to as of my own will: it was shaped like a pyramid and 'hieroglyphics' carved into the base walls. Rainbow Paradise was split into twelve different levels, the highest level being Crystal Point, which was in fact another pyramid. Each level was a Chamber, and each Chamber had its own color theme and layout. The door opened automatically as I stepped into the lobby, Chamber One. Chamber One had the look of a prison or what they assumed was an Egyptian dungeon; onyx walls, pillars with hieroglyphics engraved in them, I could've sworn there was a set of shackles and manacles near one of the corners. I walked to the elevator and pushed the button for Chamber Six, the dance club room. The door opened and I stepped into Chamber Six; it had the look of a rainforest, with 'ivy' crawling on the walls and 'trees' jutting out the floor for pole dancing. I sat at my usual booth; it looked like a violet lotus flower.

A waitress came over, dressed like an Amazon warrior. "What can I get you?" she asked in a bored tone.

"Is Kisa-san here?" I asked, matching her monotone expression.

"Moonstone? No, not yet," she answered.

"Well, when Kisa-san gets here," I began impatiently, "Could you send her this way?"

"Whatever; anything else?"

"A drink, please," I replied, my patience wearing thin. "Honey mint tea, if you have it."

"Whatever."

I sighed, almost happily as she left. Damn waitress. I went back to people watching, thoroughly amused. The lights were dim and flashing around, making it hard to see, but the dancers didn't really care. A few were doing more than dancing on the floor and I turned my nose up at them. One of the ones near the pole seemed really into what he was doing, he looked familiar, even. Malik? I should've known… There he was, banging his partner like there was no tomorrow. "Hello, Malik," I said curtly, taking my tea from the waitress and looking at him from over my cup. Malik was quite a find; finely tanned skin, luscious platinum blonde hair, charismatic lavender eyes; no wonder he was one of the most popular workers at Rainbow Paradise. He came over to my booth once the song ended. "Hard at work, I see."

"This isn't my usual level," Malik smiled, sitting down. "You and the others should come by to Chamber Two."

"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow. "And what's so special about Chamber Two?"

"It's the Aura cleansing room, where all the spiritualists go," Malik answered. "Aromatherapy, tarot card readings; the works."

"And why would I be interested in any of that?" I asked, sipping my tea.

"I give massages," Malik answered, his eyes locking with mine. He dropped his gaze to check his watch. "Oh, almost show time. Are you going to stick around?"

"Nothing better to do," I answered.

"Good," Malik smiled. I followed him with my eyes as he ran over to the back wall, going to the Dancers' Exit. I began people watching again and saw a flash of white. Bakura? For a moment, I thought he was Ryou. I stood up and went over to a water lily. "Hello, Bakura."

Bakura clicked his teeth, obviously angered by my appearance.

I smirked. It's about time I had some fun.

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BAKURA

Damn it to Hell. "Hello, Pharaoh," I replied icily. "I'm in no mood for you today, so fuck off."

"When are you ever in a mood for me?" Yami smirked, sitting down.

Bastard. "Especially today, then," I retorted, turning away from him. He looks exactly like Yuugi, or was it the other way around? "Well, what do you want?"

"Gods, Bakura," Yami smiled. "You're not usually this angry, what's got you so upset?"

"It's Ryou," I heard myself saying. "He's gone on strike, if you want to call it that."

"Oh?" Yami asked. "Picket signs and chants?"

"Very funny," I sneered, obviously not amused. "He won't do anything around the house; I have to cook, and clean, and—" I stopped to make a cross between a growl and a roar. "It's exhausting. I never knew he had so much stuff to do all around the apartment."

"Maybe this is his subtle way of teaching you a lesson," Yami offered. "You should be more considerate of Ryou's feelings."

"Feelings," I mocked him. "Ha, how stupid. I have to do everything for a whole week, I'm sure your little Yuugi has something to do with this."

"Probably," Yami replied, drinking some of his tea. "I repeat; you should be more considerate of Ryou's feelings."

I snorted, drinking some more of my tea. "Leave me alone, Pharaoh."

Yami opened his mouth to lecture me more, but what lights there were suddenly went out. A spotlight appeared on the farthest wall and the Dancers' door opened, smoke flowing out of it and strange shadows dancing in its fog. All the other customers had taken a booth when, in a loud voice, someone announced, "Let the dance begin!"

I know that voice… Malik?

The smoke greatened and swept across the dance floor. Four men came in, carrying one of those Royal Boxes, you know, those ones that four men carry while whoever's in charge sits up pretty. The black lace curtains were closed, blocking the view of the being in the box. Scantly clad women in colorful clothes leapt about the room, waving scarves and tinkling with little bells around their wrists, ankles, and waists. A large puff of smoke exploded from the center of the room and the spotlight dropped on a beautiful woman wearing a silver white Ancient Grecian dress. Atop her river of onyx black hair sat golden band like a crown. She swayed to and fro as made her way across the dance floor, like a swan skimming over water and not deciding to land just then. She stopped near my booth and her midnight violet eyes stared into Yami's garnet ones. Both of them smiled for a swift, almost non-existent second and then she was gone, floating around the room again. She stopped in front of the caravan and reached a pale marble arm into the curtain, pulling a finely toned Egyptian from it.

Oh Gods, it is Malik.

Yami chuckled softly. "You've never seen the floor show, have you?"

"I make it a habit not to," I answered dryly.

"Well, prepare to be entertained," Yami smiled. "Malik is quite a dancer; he'll get your mind off anything that's bothering you."

"It's his dancing that's bothering me," I said, my eyes following him like a cat's tracking a bird. I snorted and stood to go, but Yami reached out and grabbed my hand. "What, Pharaoh?" I growled.

"Stay," Yami stated.

"And why should I?" I asked, not too happy being caught like that.

"Because I asked you to," was all he said.

Something about the way he said that, like he was alone… I don't know why I did it, but I did… I stayed.