Disclaimer: sadly, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.

Author's note: I sincerely apologize for any offenses I made to anyone from my last author's note and promise not to make the same mistake again! Could you ever forgive me for it? I promise – from now on, you guys get every respect and privilege I can possibly give you. Forgiven?

I really am sorry guys. Please, don't abandon the stories because of me. They didn't do anything wrong, I did.

Anyway… (sigh) hope everyone forgives me and stays tuned into the story.

Paper bits

Yugi tore up the piece of paper angrily. He hated algebra quizzes.

The Pharaoh cocked his head at the scattered pieces on Yugi's desk. "What?" Yugi asked mentally, glancing at him.

"Your paper bits just gave me an idea," he grinned. "For today's game, we'll arrange them in patterns and shapes and see who can come up with the most." He raised his eyebrows at Yugi for confirmation, who shrugged and nodded, like, 'alright, sure.' Though he knew that this time, he was going to win.

The Pharaoh's thoughts were along the same lines.

Yugi tore the pieces up a bit more, thought for a moment, and set to work on his master piece. It was harder than it looked, Yugi thought, pushing the little scraps of paper into place. As he finished, he looked down with a good amount of pride at his work.

The Pharaoh looked closely at it, trying to discern what it was. "Ah, I see," he said, and Yugi's glance flashed to him. "It's a duel disk, yes?"

Dejectedly, Yugi made a mark on a larger stray piece for the Pharaoh and let him make his turn. It was ironic, he thought, that he and Yugi always seemed to be doing things that somehow related to Duel Monsters. The Pharaoh waited for Yugi to guess, and though it took a moment, Yugi did guess.

"Is that the Dark Magician's staff?" he asked, turning his head for a better view.

"Yes, why?"

Yugi shrugged, "Just seems a little out of proportion to me."

"What do you mean 'out of proportion'?" the Pharaoh asked suspiciously.

"Well," Yugi said in a matter-of-fact way, "The top of the staff it a little large, while the staff part is pretty thin."

"Your point?"

"Just out of proportions, that's all," Yugi said casually - too casually.

Yugi took his turn, moving the pieces around for a moment in one pattern, then the next in another like he couldn't decide.

The Pharaoh studied Yugi's pattern. "Um," he said uncertainly, trying to connect it with something. Yugi smiled.

"You'll never guess," he declared.

The Pharaoh traced the strange lines that moved everywhere, shaking his head. "Yugi, it's too complicated. Why are there so many lines that aren't connected?"

"You're getting warmer," Yugi taunted mentally. "Complicated and nothing connected."

"It's my soul room, isn't it?" the Pharaoh asked with a triumphant grin.

Yugi's face fell. "How'd you guess? I thought you'd never get it!"

"Well if you hadn't said, 'You're getting warmer,'" the Pharaoh copied, almost exactly. "I probably wouldn't have."

"Shoot," Yugi thought, swapping places again.

Now it was the Pharaoh's turn to think up something complicated. And looking around the room, he found the perfect thing. "There," he said after a minute had gone by.

Yugi frowned in confusion. "Uh, I know this one..." he said, trying to convince himself that he did. He scratched his neck, "Um." The Pharaoh waited with folded arms. Yugi thought frantically for some idea of what it was – there was no way he was losing to the Pharaoh again. It was a rather indistinct blob with long sections going out on either side. Glancing around the room, he suddenly had it.

"I got it!" he exclaimed. "It's the school boys' blazer!"

The Pharaoh sighed and exchanged Yugi spots, leaning against the wall to wait. His next one would be brilliant, Yugi thought, piling the piece on top of each other.

"Yugi, what are you doing?" the Pharaoh interrupted. "You can't make anything like that."

"Sure I can," Yugi replied easily. "Just watch me." So he did. The Pharaoh waited for Yugi's creation to fall, and as the paper pieces piled up, Yugi realized he did not, in fact, have enough pieces. He sighed. "Well, just take a guess at what I was creating."

"Considering the complexity and the layers, along with the vaguely familiar shape, I'd have to say it's the millennium puzzle," the Pharaoh smiled. "You were trying to build the inside, too?"

"Trying," Yugi emphasized.

"You tried," the Pharaoh shrugged.

"Hey, Yug," Tristan hissed behind him, "What's that supposed to be?"

Yugi frowned. He'd thought it was getting quite good. Blushing, he quickly destroyed it. "Nothing," he muttered. Tristan shrugged.

"Does that mean you win?" Yugi asked the Pharaoh.

Pharaoh smiled. "I believe it does."

Yugi snapped, shaking his head, "Lost again."

"Maybe next time, Yugi," Pharaoh said, "You'll get another chance."

"I thought you'd say that."

The Pharaoh just smiled. "Why would you think that?"

"Because you want another match," Yugi said.

"Oh, I'll always want another match," the Pharaoh agreed, "Particularly against you. You're a better game player than you give yourself credit for, Yugi. I've just been playing games longer than you have."

"Somewhere around five-thousand years plus?" Yugi asked innocently.

"Somewhere around there," Pharaoh agreed.

Hope you enjoyed that one, guys. I thought it would be pretty fun to throw in that the Pharaoh messed up his proportions ^-^ after all, no one is perfect!

See you guys soon.

-Anevay