Yo, howz it goin'? I cannot say enough how much I appreciate all my reviewers. Yes, I'm the one who writes the story, but without those of you who read and review, I would have nothing! You guys reek of awesomesauce! Bows As you can see, the story is reaching its climax, and therefore will end soon. Not to worry, hopefully I will have a sequel that you will all love as much as this story. Not to mention I will be writing another Yu-Gi-Oh story or two completely unrelated to this one. I only hope you will all stick around long enough to read them.

Disclaimer; I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did, there wouldn't be nearly as many yaoi fans. I also don't own Nodoka from Negima!, Natsumi from Sgt. Frog, Edward Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist, Elmo from Sesame Street, Sora from Kingdom Hearts, or Tweety-Bird. I only own my OC's.

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Chapter 9; All Heck Breaks Loose

While the boys were buying the drinks, the girls traversed to the manga library. The manga library was a room filled to the brim with shelves of manga books, and anyone who wanted to read just had to sign in and they could read for as long as they wanted to – even for the entire convention if they so desired. However, Randy and Natalie weren't planning on staying there for the entire con, just until they had satisfied their thirst. Once they had signed in and found open seats, Natalie spoke up. "S-so Randy, w-what did you mean when you said it would never work out between you and…and…what's his real name anyway?"

Randy stiffened up for a moment, but then finally came up with a suitable answer. "His real name is Yami, same as his character. He's Japanese, but he moved to America a little while ago."

Natalie contemplated this fake fact. "Okay, so what did you mean by that?"

Randy looked down. "Well, we live really far apart."

"S-so? M-my brother has been in a l-long distance r-relationship with a girl from New York for e-eight years a-and they're still going strong."

Randy chuckled lightly. "It's a bit more complicated than that."

Natalie pouted. "W-well I can't h-help you if you won't e-explain."

Randy hesitated. Could she trust this girl, whom she had met only a few hours before with such an unbelievable secret? True, she seemed like a nice girl, but nice didn't necessarily mean trustworthy. Well, they say the eyes are the windows to a persons soul, and Randy figured now was a good time as any to test this saying. She stared intently into Natalie's eyes. What she saw was this: her eyes were full to the brim with curiosity, mixed with worry and concern. As far as Randy could tell, there was no ill intent at all in her personality. She bit her lip, and then took the plunge. "Do you swear to believe everything I'm about to say to you, no matter how crazy it sounds?"

Natalie looked confused, but she said, "I promise."

And so Randy took a deep breath and started to explain. As she told her about Yami's situation, Natalie's facial expression changed slowly from curious and slightly worried to amazed. When Randy was finished, she looked nervously at Natalie, expecting her to jump up and call her a psycho, or laugh and think she was joking. Instead, when she finally spoke, her eyes were wide and eager and she said, "Y-you mean he's the real deal? That's so cool!"

Randy blinked. "Wait, you mean you actually believe me?"

Natalie smiled. "W-well, I p-promised I would."

Randy scratched the back of her neck. "Well, yeah, but…"

Natalie held up her hand. "I-it's okay, if what you say is true, th-then everything makes sense. L-like the fact that he's always r-really in-character."

Randy stared at her for a moment, then grinned. "You never cease to amaze me." She said.

Natalie smiled. "I try."

There was then an awkward silence for a while. Then Natalie spoke up again. "S-so, that boy Chance s-seems nice."

Randy raised an eyebrow. "Sometimes he is. Why?

Natalie looked down and blushed. "W-well, I think he's s-sweet."

Randy stared at her. "Dude, you get over lost loves fast!"

Natalie blushed deeper. "Wh-what do you mean?"

Randy grinned and play-punched her. "You like Chance, don't you? Of all people to fall for, you go for a bonehead like him? That tells me loads about your preferred boy type."

Natalie looked down. Her stutter seemed to have intensified. "O-okay, f-fine. I d-do like him. A-and I d-don't think he's a b-bonehead."

Randy shrugged. "Yeah, well you haven't known him that long. This guy makes Elmo look like Einstein."

Natalie frowned. "Th-that's not very nice."

Randy shrugged again. "I never claimed to be nice. Trust me, he's super dense, and can't take a hint. However," she grinned at this. "He can be really sweet, and I think you two would get along really well as boyfriend and girlfriend."

Natalie was starting to look like a tomato. "Um, th-thanks, I g-guess."

Randy smiled at her. "No problem. Just make sure that when you confess you tell him flat out, or he won't be able to figure it out."

It was at that moment that Yami and chance walked into the room. Randy waved them over to where they were sitting. "Having fun?" asked Chance.

Randy grinned. "Bucket loads. And you two?"

Chance put a hand over his heart dramatically. "Why we're puking rainbows we're having so much fun. Thanks for asking."

Everyone burst into laughter at this. Then Randy's eyes lit up. "Hey I want my drink!"

Yami smirked. "What, no, 'Please, may I have my drink, Master Yami'?"

Randy put on an innocent facial expression and said in a high-pitched, girly voice, "Give it to me before I rip your face off."

Chance and Natalie burst out laughing and Yami put on a fake scared face. "Yes ma'am!"

He handed her the drink. The writing on it was Japanese, so she couldn't read it, but it had a picture of a coffee cup on it, so she figured it must be good. She opened the can and took a big swig.

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As Randy took a drink of her drink, Yami watched her facial expression, looking for a sign of delight or disgust. She didn't say anything at first, but then she grinned and looked at the can. "Say, this is pretty good stuff!"

Inwardly, Yami sighed with relief. "I thought you might like it. It's—"

Randy interrupted him. "Wait, don't tell me! I want to guess."

She took a few more swigs, and it was then that Yami noticed that a change started to come over her. Her cheeks seemed a little flushed, and her movements seemed a little looser. Not to mention her words seemed almost…well, slurred. It was almost like she was drunk. "I means it Yami, this shtuff is really fantashic! Whaddaya call it?"

Yami was worried. "Randy, are you sure you're alright?"

She slapped him on the back. "Of coursh I am! Wassa matter witchu?" Suddenly she looked out the door, shouted, "OOH, KITTY!" and dashed away.

There was a pregnant pause, and then Chance said in a scarily calm voice, "Yami, what drink did you get her?"

Yami was thoroughly confused. "Milk coffee, why?"

A look of rage overtook Chance's face. "You IDIOT! Randy's allergic to milk!"

Yami felt his heart almost stop. "What?"

Chance looked about ready to strangle Yami. "She has this weird allergy that causes the alcohol level in her blood to rise when she drinks milk, thereby causing her to be drunk! I can't believe how stupid you are!!!"

Yami glared at him. "I didn't know! I haven't known her for very long! Only for about one and a half days!"

Natalie got between them. "G-guys, s-stop it! W-we should p-probably go stop Randy, s-she's making out with a S-Sora, a-and I'm n-not sure it's a b-boy!"

They both whirled around to find that what she said was true. Randy was in deep lip-lock with a spiky-haired cosplayer while several people around them cheered. Seeing this scene go on made something snap inside Yami. He knew that she was just under the effects of the milk, but for some reason it hurt to see her kissing someone else. He marched over to them and yanked Randy out of the embrace of the boy's (and yes, it really was a boy) embrace. "Randy, stop! You don't know what you're doing!"

She looked at him and grinned a big, silly grin. "Well lookie thar, ish my Prinsh Charming, comin' ta reshcue me!" And then, without warning, she kissed him.

Yami froze up. His mind seemed to have short-circuited. Her lips felt so…right against his. She tasted like milk coffee. Vaguely he could hear people cheering and wolf whistling around them, and out of the corner of his eye he could see Chance laughing hard enough to give him a hernia and Natalie blushing bright red. Finally, Randy broke off the kiss. She looked up at him demurely, and gave him a drunken grin. "Y' know…yer hot."

And with that, she passed out. Yami stood frozen with a sleeping Randy in his arms. Everyone started cheering. A girl in a Tweety-Bird cap walked away saying, "That would be the most awesome fanfic EVAR!"

Chance and Natalie walked up to Yami, who was still frozen. "Dude, that was hilarious! I hope someone puts it on youtube!" said Chance.

Natalie looked worried. "Y-Yami, are you o-okay?"

Yami snapped out of his daze. "She kissed me…" he said.

Chance howled with laughter. "Oh man, he's got it bad! Look at him blush!"

Yami blinked. Was he blushing? His face did feel warm. What was going on? Why was her drunken kiss affecting him so bad? And why did he react that way when he saw her kissing that boy? He felt Randy shift slightly in his arms. She was starting to get heavy. "I need to set her down somewhere." He said.

He ever so carefully carried her back into the manga library. He sat down on a couch so the could set her down more easily and gently laid her beside him. She immediately grabbed his arm and scooted herself so that her head was in his lap. He felt his face getting warmer and heard Chance snickering. He glared at him. "Shut up. It's not funny. Now I can't go anywhere."

Chance grinned. "Aw come on, you're secretly enjoying it – admit it."

Actually, he sort of was, but he certainly wasn't going to tell them that. Suddenly, Natalie looked at her watch and gasped. "Oh no, there was a panel I wanted to go to soon!"

Chance smiled at her. "I'll come with you if you want."

Natalie blushed. "W-well, I don't want to l-leave Yami a-alone…"

Chance chuckled evilly. "Are you kidding? He's not alone; he's got Randy with him. Come on."

And with that, he grabbed her arm and dragged her away. Frantically, Yami tried calling them back. "Chance? Chance! Get back here you son of a—"

Just then, Randy shifted, muttering something about cheese biscuits. Yami froze and slowly looked down. She was still asleep. She had a very peaceful look on her face. Yami sighed. If she was going to sleep in his lap, then there was nothing he could do about it. He made himself comfortable, asked someone to hand him a manga, and started reading. However, he couldn't concentrate on it. He kept thinking back to that kiss. At first he had been surprised. But after the initial shock wore off, he kind of…enjoyed it. In fact, he kind of wished it had lasted longer. He felt like a creep for even thinking it.

Suddenly, Randy muttered, "Yami…"

He looked down. She was still asleep, but she looked sad. A tear rolled down her cheek. "Yami, don't go…"

It pained him to see her so sad. He reached down and wiped her tear away with his free hand. He leaned down as if to kiss her, but she moved, and he stopped. What was he doing?! He couldn't just kiss her while she was asleep!

Suddenly, he froze. It was all clear now. He was in love with her. Despite living in completely different dimensions, him being a good 3000 years older than her, and her having a man-hating mother, he had managed to fall in love with her. For some reason, knowing this didn't make him feel any better. He looked down at the girl that he might never see again after he returned to his dimension. The girl he was in love with. How could he pick between her and his friends? He didn't even know if she loved him back or not. He also didn't know how close Yugi and the rest of his friends were to finding him. What would he do if the con ended and they still hadn't found him? Where would he stay?

Randy stirred again. Yami looked down again. This time she was waking up. "Randy?" Yami said.

She rubbed her eyes and looked up. When she saw Yami hovering right above her, she quickly sat up. Unfortunately, Yami didn't move his head fast enough and they ended up knocking their heads together. "I'm sorry Yami, that was unintentional." Said Randy, rubbing the bump on her forehead.

Yami shook his head, also rubbing the bump on his forehead. "No, it's okay, I shouldn't have been hovering."

She looked around. "What happened? And where's Chance and Natalie?"

He blinked. "You don't remember?"

She looked thoughtful. "Well, I remember taking a drink, but after that it's kind of a blur." Suddenly, she stopped. "Wait a minute, did the drink you got me have milk in it by any chance?"

Yami sighed. "Yes, it did."

Randy groaned. "Oh great. I should have told you, I'm allergic to milk!"

Yami nodded. "I know, Chance told me."

Randy grinned at him sheepishly. "I didn't do anything stupid did I?"

He thought back to the kiss, and her proclamation that he was 'hot'. "Not really."

She sighed with relief. "Thank goodness." Then she remembered. "But where are Chance and Natalie?"

He scowled. "Well, after you passed out in my lap they decided to go to a panel and leave us here."

She looked angry. "What? They just left you by yourself?"

He scratched his chin, embarrassed. "Well, I wasn't exactly by myself. I had you."

She blushed, and he wondered about that. "Well, yeah, but I couldn't exactly have been the best person to converse with, being unconscious and all."

He shrugged. "It's okay, I had a lot to think about."

Just then, Chance and Natalie walked through the doors of the manga library. Chance grinned when he saw Randy. "Ah, so Sleeping Beauty is finally awake. Or should I say, 'Sleeping Drunkard'?"

Randy glared at him. "Can it shorty, I can't help it Yami gave me milk." She turned to face Yami. "Which I forgive you for, by the way."

Chance grinned wider. "Yes, but the question is, could you help kissing that Sora?"

Randy's eyes got wide, and she whirled around to face Yami. "I thought you said I didn't do anything stupid!"

Oops, he had forgotten about that part. He looked up innocently. "I forgot."

She bopped him on the head. "How do you forget something like that?!"

Uh oh. He really didn't want to have to explain that to her. He stood up straight and said in his most commanding voice, "You dare speak to the Pharaoh like that?" and he grabbed her and began tickling her, desperately hoping she was ticklish.

She was. She immediately started shrieking and squirming everywhere. "ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, I GIVE!!! FORGIVE ME MIGHTY PHARAOH!!!"

He stopped, and she collapsed on the floor, giggling and gasping for air. A staff member looked at them sternly. "If you're going to scream, do it somewhere else. This is a library."

Yami bowed. "Sorry."

Chance looked at the program of events. "Hey Randy, didn't you want to go to that Anime Murder Game panel? It starts in five minutes."

Randy gasped. "Ack! We've got to go!"

She grabbed Yami and dashed out the door, with Chance and Natalie right behind them. As they made their way to the panel room, Yami wondered how he was going to tell Randy he loved her, or even if he was going to tell her.

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Afternote; Seven. Stinking. Pages. That's how long this chapter is. And every time I typed something new, my brother would come running across the room, asking if he could read what I just put down. It's great that he likes my work, but he was asking so often it was dampening my creative flow! Anyhoo, sorry Randy's POV is so short. I wanted to switch pov at exactly that point, and I didn't expect Yami's part to be so long! I hope you liked it anyway. Some of you might have guessed, but the person in the Tweety-Bird hat represents me.

Aki con experiences: The Anime Murder Game. I mentioned it in this chapter, and that's because it was awesome! It's kind of like Mafia, only without playing cards. Everyone closes their eyes, and the host goes around tapping people. If you get tapped once, you're a victim. If you get tapped twice, you're the murderer (but you still keep your eyes closed). If you're a victim, then you choose various props and lay down in the middle of the floor playing dead. Then every body opens his or her eyes and takes turns accusing someone, inside or outside the room. After everyone has guessed, everyone points at who they think is the murderer. Then the actual murderer stands up and explains how and why he or she did it. And then you start al over again. It's quite fun.

Well, that's all for today folks, and remember – no reviews, no new chapter!

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