Kurisuten: This chapter, I actually did take some time on. The whole reason I can get chapters up in like, a day, was because I completely skipped my homework. Or did it really quick later. So how fast I type a chapter depends on if I have a lot of homework today.

Kishichi: Yeah, this chapter was started to be typed after she did her Japanese homework.

Kurisuten: Which I did most of it in class today. But, I still have to write a final draft for an essay in English (Which is recopying words on another piece of paper anyway) and I have to write a few notes on a notecard for my Biology test tomorrow. And I don't care about the Geometry homework. It's due Thursday anyway.

Kishichi: Do it now and you won't have to tomorrow.

Kurisuten: Do it now and I can't type this up!

Kishichi: ...Whatever you say.

Kurisuten: But yeah, all chapters depends on if I have homework or not. You people better hope I never have homework again. Then I'd have like, three chapters up in two days. XD

Kishichi: Anyway, disclaimer! Kurisuten Yamichi Ichikish owns nothing of the following: YuGiOh, Characters, Unoriginal ideas, and Song titles used for chapter titles.

Kurisuten: And I deem myself done with the intro. Chapter start!

(BTW, Yuugi's POV is back. :D

And is there a lime in this chapter? Hmm, there may be one..... Maybe you should read on..... 3)

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The week went by faster than I thought. Well, in the beginning of the week anyway. The part of the week I spent with Yami all day went by really quickly. After Wednsday, though, the week dragged. With my grandpa having to go completely to another city to visit an ill aunt (And me wanting to stay here to be with Yami), I had the house to myself and I could hang out with Yami all day and not have to worry about anything. But, unfortunately, Yami had gotten a cold, and he didn't want me sick either. Although, I really could care less whether I was or not. But he really didn't want to feel guilty for getting me sick with him.

And yet he doesn't feel guilty for me having horrible cramps in my sides because someone doesn't know when to stop tickling someone.

But thankfully, Friday came around, and Yami was feeling himself again, so the day went by pretty quickly. School started, then lunch, then school ended. That's how the day felt like. Exactly like that.

Yami and I were already walking home from school, since we did not want to have to wait for Psycopath #1, Psycopath #2, and Mr. I-Like-To-Argue-With-Bakura-Because-I-Am-Easily-Amused. And I'm not exaggerating. The air was cooling down since autumn was finally coming around. It felt so much better than a few weeks ago, when the tempurature was still over a hundred. I took a deep breath and sighed. Yami looked over at me.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" I smiled.

"Well, you just sighed, and I thought something was wrong, you know?"

I shook my head. "Nope! I'm fine!"

Yami nodded. "That's good to know."

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I felt two arms latch around my neck, and I fell forward towards the ground from unbalence. I made a quick, loud squeak, and my face met the sidewalk. Whoever had tackled me to the ground got off my back.

"Sorry, Yuugi," the person said.

I turned my head to look. "Ryou, what was that for?"

Ryou shrugged. "It looked like fun!"

"I'm short! Compared to me, you're like, a foot taller than me!"

"Nope, only two inches taller than you," he corrected.

I sighed. "Oh, right."

Yami held a hand out to help me stand up. Since I was laying on my freaking stomach, I don't think that would help very much.

"Yami, I strongly don't think that is very helpful," I muttered.

Yami stood with his hands on his hips. "I was only going to help, but okay, you can get up by yourself then!" He was smiling. A lot. Just because he liked to mess with my thoughts.

"I meant if I'm laying down on my stomach, I doubt it'll be easy to stand up the way you were trying to help."

"Hmm, I guess your right."

Oh, you knew.

"So, are you going to let me lay here?" I asked with fake impatience.

"Well, how am I going to help you stand up?"

"Why don't you think of something?"

Yami stared at me, sometimes looking around. I raised an eyebrow.

"What are you doing?"

"Thinking."

No you're not.

"You are?" I asked.

"I am."

"Think of anything yet?"

"Nope."

Yes you have.

"How long am I supposed to lay here?"

"I haven't thought of anything yet."

Yeah, right.

Ryou, who was still sitting next to me, said, "How about Yuugi sits upright, then Yami can help him up!" It was more of a thought to himself outloud, but Yami took the advice.

"Yes, Yuugi, why don't you?"

I sighed loudly. "You thought of that way before."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"Whatever you say, Yuugi."

I pushed myself from the pavement and sat with my knees up to my chest. I held a hand toward Yami, asking for him to help me with my actions. Yami took my hand and pulled me up from the sidewalk. I dusted the dirt from my legs and chest off. I shook my head in case any leaves had gotten in my hair. I smiled at Yami gratefully.

"Thank you Yami."

Yami nodded. "You're welcome, Yuugi."

Ryou laughed and stood himself up. He turned around, just to turn back to us. "Where did Marik and Bakura go?" he asked. We both shrugged. He sighed. "Alright, I'll walk with you guys then, if you don't mind."

"We don't," I said, shaking my head. I looked up at Yami. "Right, Yami?"

"Nope," he said, shaking his head. Although, he lost his smile, and his eyes seems lost of energy. Was... Was Yami not wanting Ryou to come along with us? Why was that....?

Ryou smiled. "Awesome! You guys are the best!"

"Thanks, Ryou!"

Yami stared ahead of us, not getting into the conversation as much as I would have liked. He really only talked when he was spoken to. But why? Why did Yami seem so lifeless? Actually, why did Yami seem so lifeless after I let Ryou walk with us? No, wait, why did Yami seem lifeless after Ryou aked to walk with us? I wanted to ask him, but I was afraid I'd hurt Ryou's feelings. And there was no way that he'd answer me, anyway.

Sometimes, I'd look at Yami to see what he was looking at, sometimes he'd be looking ahead of us, sometimes looking at the ground, and a few times, I caught him looking at me. And when he was, he'd look away and stare at the ground. I could be wrong, but I think I saw him blush softly once. I was a bit worried about him, truthfully. Maybe he was still a little bit sick. But... that didn't explain anything with the way he was acting. I didn't know what he was thinking, and I didn't know why he was acting like he was. I wish I did, though. Maybe I'd be able to help him.

Ryou was talking about something, and I know I should be listening to him, but my mind was so hooked on Yami to even know what he was saying. I think he was telling me about what happened this morning with him and Bakura. Oh well. I looked up at Yami for about the hundredth time. Each time I did, his eyes seemed to get duller and duller. I was starting to get super worried about him. I looked around, and I noticed that we had passed my house. I turned around and looked at them over my shoulder.

"I'm going to drop my backpack off here, if you guys don't mind waiting a little bit," I said.

Ryou stopped, and Yami did too. "Alright, Yuugi, we'll wait here!" Ryou yelled back.

I didn't actually care if I left my backpack at my house or not. What I wanted to accomplish was Yami following me and arguing that he never gets to hang out at my house, and we always go to his. He didn't. He didn't follow me or tell me we should stay here. That's that I wanted. Now I know something is wrong with him.

I ran back outside a good thirty seconds later. But, when I did, one question crossed my mind.

"Uhh, Ryou, why are poking Yami?" I asked, raising one eyebrow.

"He's not saying anything," he replied, continuing to poke Yami in the arm.

I laughed. "He didn't say anything before, he's not going to now!"

"Yeah, but this is fun anyway!"

I sighed, smiled, and joined in on poking Yami in the arm until he said something.

"Hey, Yami," Ryou said.

I copied him. "Hey, Yami."

"Hey, Yami."

"Hey, Yami."

"Yami."

"Yami."

"Yami-kun."

"Yami-kun."

"Yaaaamiiii."

"Yaaamiii."

"Hey, Yami."

"Hey, Ya-"

I didn't get to finish my sentence. Yami had started poking me back, except not my arm. No, he was poking my sides. Over and over. I giggled and fell into the front lawn. He just followed me and kept poking me repeatedly.

"Hey, Yuugi. Hey, Yuugi," Yami repeated while poking me.

"O-Okay, I get it! I-it's annoy- eek! -annoying! You c-can stop now!" I pleaded through my laughter.

I half expected Bakura or Marik to show up and make more dirty comments about this. Nothing yet, though. I wish they did, though, because they'd at least get Yami to quit it. The one time you need the people that annoy the hell out of you, they don't show up. I think they enjoy torturing me.

Ryou had an idea; he thought he'd copy Yami and poke the living hell out of me. So, now I have two people poking me, and I'm completely defencless to stop them. Yami had given up on poking and was just tickling me now, but Ryou seemed to have fun poking me. I'll admit, this was funny in a way. Even though I'm in horrible pain afterward, it's fun. Plus, that's how me and Yami fight; we have a tickle-to-the-death match. Just without the death part. After a while, Ryou gave up and just watched Yami and me. He always thinks this sort of thing was funny, and I agreed with him. Well, at least, until the psycopaths show up.

And, speak of the devil (well, devils in this case), and he will show up. I saw Marik and Bakura walking up behind Yami, and I knew they weren't here to have a tea party.

"Y-Yami, b-behind y-y-you," I tried to tell him.

"I'm not falling for it, Yuugi," Yami replied.

"N-no, I-I'm not kiddi-"

I, once again, did not get to finish my statement. Instead of Marik and Bakura making their perverted comments as usual, they've taken it to a whole brand new shiny level. Note the heavy sarcasm. The palm of Bakura's hand connected with Yami's back, and Yami was pushed forward toward me. Before I had any chance to do or say anything, I had a Yami on me. This was almost like that first time Yami had fallen on me, except for one big difference. A huge difference. And most of all, an embarrassing difference.

Even if it may have been for a short time, it was the longest three seconds of my life. For three long seconds, three horribly embarrassing seconds, Yami's lips had connected with mine. For three seconds. I was technecally kissing Yami for three seconds.

I was one of those people that would rather wait until I've found that one person to have a first kiss, but this... really didn't count. This did not count at all. Just a reminder, Bakura had pushed Yami on me, so it was a complete accident that this happened. This was not, I repeat, not intentional. Completely accidental! It was Bakura's fault. Not purposely. Absolutely not. No way.

And yet, it probably was anyway.

Marik and Bakura cackled darkly. Even Ryou was giggling a bit. Yami quickly realized what happened and pulled away as fast as he could. I couldn't move. I was paralyzed until someone moved me. That three seconds left me think about that moment for three minutes.

"God, Yami, I was trying to push you on top of Yuugi for the hell of it, and you kiss him!" Bakura exclaimed.

"That's golden! I wish I had a freaking camera!" Marik thought aloud.

Ryou quit giggling enough to speak clearly. "Kura, that was a bit mean. You know you did that on purpose."

"Yeah, Kura," Yami sneered.

Bakura scowled at him and continued to head in the direction he was walking in before. Marik smirked once more before following him.

I still never moved. I refused to. Maybe if I lay here enough, I'll finally wake up. Yeah, this isn't real. No way. Not real. Nope. Absolutely not real-

"Hey, Yuugi, you awake in there?" Ryou tapped my head with his finger. I still didn't move. He looked down at me. Yami looked down at me as well.

"Yuugi, awake?" Yami asked, shaking my arm slightly.

I didn't want to move.

"Yuugi..."

I wanted to kiss him again.

"Yuugi."

At least for three more seconds.

"Hey, Yuugi."

Even one second would be good enough.

"Yuugi?"

Except I wanted the next time not to be an accident.

"Yuugi."

I wanted a chance at remembering the feel of those lips.

"Yuugi!"

One chance to do that again.

"You think he's alive?"

"Yeah, you's think he'd blush a bit more than this."

"Maybe he's just in shock."

"Let's go with that."

I didn't even notice that Ryou and Yami were still here. I was lost in my own thoughts to even notice them.

"Actually, his breathing is a bit slow..."

"Maybe he is dead."

"Only one way to find out."

"What would that be, Yami?"

I wish Ryou didn't ask that.

Suddenly, I felt the fabric of the bottom of my shirt brush against my skin, being pushed up by a soft hand. I recognized the skin texture immediately. The hem of the shirt stopped just below my ribcage, and I felt a cool breeze breathe across my now bare midrift. Yami's hand skimmed my stomach from the right to the left side. I tried not to move. My heart pounded loudly. I heard Ryou giggle. A finger traced every outline and curve on my stomach. I didn't want to stay still, but I tried to. As much as I'd like to sit up and scream, 'Okay, you can freaking quit it now!', I... liked this. The hand moved to my right hip, and I tried not to move. And I wish I did. Right then, Yami had completely took advantage of the situation and started to tickle me again.

I shot up into a sitting position, trying to defend myself. "Kya! Yami, s-stop it!" I squeeked.

And he did. I'm surprised.

Yami crossed his arms, smirking. "And what do you know, he actually isn't dead!"

"Oh, you knew I was alive."

"Yeah, but it's fun making you blush."

"I'm not even blushing that much, though!"

Ryou couldn't stop his laughing. "Y-yeah, Yuugi, you are."

Yami nodded.

"A-am I really?" I was blushing?! I didn't even notice!

"Oh, it's okay, Yuugi. I think you look fine when you blush," Yami replied.

"You're only saying that because you're the one that causes me to blush!"

Yami had fake look of surprise. "Why Yuugi, I didn't know that I meant that much to you!"

Ryou was laughing at the irony of the situation; Yami was making jokes about me liking him, and even though he may or may not know it, I actually do like him. It's way too ironic if you ask me.

I crossed my arms and pouted. "Well, now thanks to you, my skin's going to be irritated from the grass."

"Your fault, not mine."

I sighed. Then, suddenly, I had the best idea. "Yami, Yami, Yami!" I repeated, shaking Yami's arm.

Yami laughed. "What, what, what?"

"I should totally sleep over at your house! I mean, it is a weekend and stuff!" I suggested in excitement. "And plus, my grandpa wouldn't mind. He doesn't come back until late tomorrow night anyway."

He thought for a minute. "Sure, why not. I don't see a problem. And with Malik around, Marik won't be crashing at my place for a while."

Ryou cut in. "And Bakura's started sleeping in my room for who-knows-what reason."

"Perfect!" I exclaimed.

"Alright, sure," Yami agreed, nodding. I smiled.

"Awesome!"

And it really was.

After getting a few things from my house (pajamas and generic stuff like that), the three of us started walking back to our respective houses. We were all talking about nothing particular, and I still caught myself gazing at Yami every now and again. I can never help myself, I had to. Yami is... addicting. That was one of many words that could possibly describe him. He was perfect, he really was in my eyes. Everything about him was perfect; his eyes, his face, his touch, his scent, his body, everything! But, the most perfect feature he had was his personality. He was caring when I needed caring for, he made me laugh when I didn't want to smile, he was conforting when I needed him, and he doesn't even know how much I truly love him.

For some reason, I think it's a bit shocking how long I can rant about Yami. I mean, I know I can talk forever on one topic, but I can talk forever times two about Yami. And yet, something tells me that question will never be answered.

Ryou had said his good-byes and ran towards his house, and Yami and I walked in his own. Lights were on, this time. I kept a close eye on Yami, just in case he was about to turn around and tickle me again. Why does he do that? I'm not a Tickle-Me-Elmo thing. But, hey, I won't complain. I tossed the small backpack at the couch, it hitting the back of it and falling to the floor.

"So," I sighed, "what are we going to do?"

Yami sighed as well. "Hell if I know."

"How do you not know? It was your idea to let me sleep over here."

Yami looked at me with a 'WTF IS YOUR PROBLEM' look. "Yuugi. It was your idea. Not mine."

"What are you talking about? Your idea."

I could tell Yami was losing patience quickly. "Okay, okay, it was my idea, sorry for arguing."

"Um, Yami, it was my idea, not yours," I corrected, smirking widely. Yami sighed loudly. I think it's funny to mess with him.

"Yeah. Okay. Sure, Yuugi."

"So, what are we going to do?"

"Okay, it's still two o' clock. It's boring here. And we probably should have thought of something to do earlier."

Two o' clock?! That's a long time of doing nothing.

I had an idea. "How about we go rent a bunch of movies and watch them all?"

Yami thought for a minute. "That's... not a bad idea, actually."

I beamed. I'm glad he sees things my way.

So, after we 'stole' Marik's car (Yami is not a bad driver. But I can't believe he drives underaged too!), we spent a half an hour getting about seven or eight movies, some we've seen, some we like, and one we didn't like but wanted to watch anyway. Then, because Yami liked the feeling of driving a car, we decided to go get a bunch of liters of soda that we won't even drink half of. But, hey, I'm not going to whine about it. Though, I had one question. Where did Yami get all of this money from?!

I had a feeling that if I asked, he'd probably say that Ryou had something to do with it. And, quite seriously, I don't blame him.

And so, we finally got back an hour and a half later. But, of course, not without Marik finding out about us driving around in his car without consulting him first.

"What the hell, Yami?!" Marik yelled. "Why the hell did you freaking steal my car?!"

"It's not stealing if I brought it back," Yami said back, putting his hands on his hips.

"You could have at least told me!"

"And I didn't."

"You can't even legally drive a car!"

"Neither can Malik, but you let him drive your car all of the time, and I don't recall him ever asking."

Yami did have a point.

"At least he has a fake driver's licence so I won't get in trouble if he gets pulled over!" Marik was getting maybe just a little mad by now. And little was a huge understatement. So was mad.

"Some of us aren't reckless drivers, so we don't need one."

Marik scoffed. "Yeah right!" He turned to me. "Yuugi, Yami's a horrible driver, isn't he?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

He scowled at me. "You're just saying that because Yami was the one effing driving."

I yelled back at him this time. "If Yami was such a horrible driver, then wouldn't I have walked out of this car looking like I almost got murdered?!"

After staring at me from the sudden outburst, Yami looked back at Marik and added, "Yuugi has a point."

"Yuugi has a point," Marik mocked.

Without another word, Yami walked out of the driveway and back toward his own house. I followed him, hauling the bag of soda and movies with me.

Yami waited for me at the front door, opening the door for me. After I walked inside, Yami followed me and slammed the door behind him.

"I hate him," he seethed through his teeth. I looked at him from the kitchen, which where I set the bag on the floor.

"'Hate'?" I repeated.

Yami nodded. "Yeah. Him and Bakura both."

"Hate who? Marik?"

"Yes. I hate Marik so much."

I walked back toward him. "You don't hate him-"

He interrupted. "Yes. I hate him. I've had to deal with him my entire life. And I'm sick of it."

Usually, people say that you can never hate a person. They say it's impossible. Though, you can dislike a person. I've believed this. Until five seconds ago when Yami said this, I believed that you can't hate people. After he said his statement, I couldn't blame him. Marik was a horrible person to everyone, and I can see why he would hate him. Now, whoever says you can't hate a person, I will stare at them like they do not know what they're talking about. Because they don't.

Slowly, I nodded. "I understand."

"You do? Do you really?"

I looked Yami in his eyes. "Yes, Yami. I really do."

Yami smiled. "That's good." There was a pause. "I say we should start watching those movies now."

"Yeah, I agree."

And so, for four and a half hours, we were able to watch as many movies as we could without become overly bored with it. It was somewhere around nine o' clock before the television was shut off and we were sitting on the floor of the living room trying to think of something else to do. And, let me just say, we must be horribly boring people to not be able to think of what to do.

I fell backwards onto my back and stared at the ceiling, sighing heavily. "I'm kinda hungry."

"Yeah, me too," Yami replied.

"What should we eat then?"

"I can't cook, and there's nothing in this house we can eat."

I thought for a minute. "Okay, how about we order a pizza?"

"Nah, I need to save my money, you know. And there are no good pizza places that deliver."

"Oh."

"Yeah, I know."

Silence again.

"Why don't we ask Ryou if there's anything to eat at his house?"

"Whatever there is to eat at Ryou's house is being devoured by Bakura at this moment."

"So you predict the future?"

"Nope, I just know Bakura."

Silence.

"Maybe we should just ask Ryou if there's anything to eat at his house."

Yami sighed. "Yeah, worth a try, I guess."

The two of us stood up from the floor, walking to the front door, and opened it. I took the first step outside. I screeched and went back inside, holding my arms and trying to warm them again. It was freezing cold outside!

Yami gave me a weird look. "Um, Yuugi, what's wrong?"

"I-It's f-freezing out th-there!" I studdered. Yami thought for a second, then took a step outside himself. Three seconds later, he was back inside.

"Y-yeah, you're right. It's freezing."

"T-told you."

Yami shut the door. "How can it get so cold?! I mean, it's only the second day of October!"

"On Tuesday, the daytime tempurature was ninty-something, then the next day, it was 73. And it's not surprising that it's about fifty degrees out there."

"Fifty?!" Yami exclaimed. "Are you kidding me?"

"Just wait until it'll be fifty something during the day."

We both shivered at the thought.

I looked up at Yami. "Is it just me, or is it suddenly really cold in here?"

"It's suddenly really cold in here."

Glad to know I'm not alone.

"So, are you going to turn the heat up?"

"No."

"Why not?" I whined.

"Because it'll make the power bill really high. And I don't have much money left."

I pouted. "Okay, fine, how am I going to stay warm then?"

"It's called go get a blanket and use that." Is Yami not cold?!

"It would help if I had one. And aren't you cold, too?!"

Yami took in a deep breath. "Yeah. I'm cold."

Well, then act like it. You're confusing me.

Yami finally went to go get a blanket so I wouldn't freeze. Him, though, I think he'll live. No matter how much I liked him, no way was I sharing. Because even me can keep things for myself and share them with no one. And I'm not exaggerating when I say 'no one'. He came back and handed me a folded navy blue blanket. Unfolding it, I wrapped it around my shoulders.

"What, you're not going to share?" Yami laughed. I stuck my tounge out at him.

"Nope," I replied.

Yami sighed quietly. "Of course not."

I yawned, putting a hand over my mouth.

"You tired, Yuugi?" Yami asked. I shook my head, still yawning. Yami look skeptical. "No, I think you're tired."

I shook my head. "Nu-uh, I'm not tired, I'm serious." I yawned again.

Yami crossed his arms. "You seem pretty tired to me."

"I'm not!" I corssed my arms from under the blanket draped around my shoulders. I stared at Yami for a while, then yawned a third time.

"Yuugi. You're tired."

"No, Yami, I'm not."

"I'm not stupid."

"I'm not tired."

Yami sighed. "Come on, Yuugi, we both know you're tired. Give up already."

I whined, "But I'm really not tired."

"Yuugi."

I looked at the floor, then back up at Yami. I was about to deny being tired, but I yawned for the upteenth time. "Okay, maybe I'm a little bit tired."

"A little bit?"

"Okay, a lot tired."

Yami looked satisfied. "I knew it."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

"You know I was right, Yuugi."

"Whatever, Yami."

"Say I was right."

"What?"

"Say I was right!"

Not wanting to argue, I agreed with him. "You were right that I was tired, and I knew you were right the whole time."

Yami laughed a little. "Yuugi, I was kidding."

Of course you were.

Not much longer later, Yami and I decided to sleep on the floor (The floor is more comfortable! I'm not kidding!). After pushing the couch and table against the wall, The visible carpet soon became covered with several different colored blankets and bedsheets. Pretty much every blanket in the entire house was now placed neatly on the floor. Satisfied with the result, we picked a spot to sleep for the night. After much argument, I came up with the idea to let me have half of the floor, he gets the other. We both agreed and dropped a pillow on our respective side. I quickly went to change into pajamas, then was back in the living room, sitting on the floor holding the pillow tightly. Yami, too, was laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. The light was still on, and the house was still a bit cold.

I asked Yami, "So, why is there no window in the living room?"

"There is. It's behind those curtains over there," Yami answered, pointing to the same wall the door was on.

"I don't see it."

"I covered the window."

"How come?"

Yami shrugged. "I'm not sure."

"If you had the window uncovered, then you wouldn't have to use the power as much during the day."

"How so?"

"Well, I mean, you don't really use the T.V. as much, and if you had the window open, you wouldn't have to turn the power on to light the house, you know?"

Yami didn't move. He continued his stare at the ceiling. "You have a good point."

"So you should uncover it!" I said, smiling.

"Yeah, I guess I should," he finally said, standing up and walking to the window. I watched him as he slid the curtains out of the way and pulled the small screen off the glass. Whatever had been covering the window was gone in a second, and within a few more seconds, it was in the trash. Yami layed back down to stare at the ceiling again.

"Thank you, Yami," I said in a sing-song tone of voice.

Yami looked over at me. "For what?"

"Uncovering the window! I like looking out of the window at night."

He looked at me as I smiled brightly. Finally, he smiled as well. "You're welcome."

No more than five minutes later, the lights had been shut off (along with the power), and I had crawled under three or four blankets to keep myself warm. Yami, on the other hand, was still laying in the same place he had been before, no blankets or anything, staring at the ceiling. Instead of asking him anything, I turned my back to him and tried to sleep.

But, there was a problem. I couldn't.

I was too busy thinking. Thinking about Yami. Thinking about Yami and the kiss from earlier. The accidental kiss.

Yes, just an accident.

But did I want it to be an accident?

Absolutely not.

Honestly, I wanted to kiss him a second time. But how? I knew that Yami wasn't going to kiss me whether I asked him or not. Well, actually, I don't know that for sure. I think I was just too scared to ask him. No, wait, I know I was too scared to ask him. I didn't know what he would say, so I couldn't ask him. I wanted to kiss him so badly, though. I wanted to be able to memorize the feeling of his lips as well. I had no time to the last time. I pulled my knees closer to my chest. It was an urge, a desire, to kiss Yami again. I needed a chance to, though. I didn't know what chance I had.

Minutes of thinking turned to hours. I never turned once to look at Yami. I hadn't even known how long I had been thinking. Finally, I turned to the other side to look at Yami. He had finally fallen asleep with one blanket over his body. I suddenly had a thought. A thought of what I had been wanting. I had my chance to kiss Yami. And I wanted to take it.

Carefully, I sat up, the covers falling from my upper body. I pushed the remaining blankets off of my legs and slowly inched myself towards Yami. I looked down at him. He seemed to be in a deep sleep, but I couldn't be too sure. I touched him arm and shook him slightly. I whispered his name a few times to see if he would respond, each time louder than the last. I got no response. I suddenly got scared to go through with it. What if he woke up? What if he is awake right now? Wait, I told myself that I would do this. I don't want to back out now. Sitting on my heels, one side of me tried to debate myself out of doing this while the other side told me that I had to do this. I could hear my heart beat in my ears. I could feel the blood pulsing in my veins. I could feel my face heat up. I made up my mind. I took a deep breath, and I was going to do it. Very slowly, my body moved on its own and my face was brought to Yami's own face. I stopped myself, an inch away from him. I could hear my concience tell me to get it over with before I gave up. I took its advice.

"Yami," I whispered one last time before I pressed my lips to his. I stayed like this for what seemed like forever. In reality, it was only ten seconds. My face felt hot. I didn't care. In fact, I wanted Yami to wake up now. I wanted him to wake up and know what I had just did. I didn't care if he woke up. I moved myself away from him, just to see if he had been awake. The small amount of moonlight illuminating the room proved to me he wasn't. I sat and stared at him for a little longer before retreating back to my sleeping spot. The second I was settled back under the blankets, I heard a rustling noise behind me.

"Yuugi?" Yami's voice spoke to me softly. It was conforting. I turned my head around to look at him.

"Yeah, Yami?" I asked just as quietly he had.

"You alright? Not cold for you?"

I shook my head slowly. "No, I'm fine."

Yami sat up a little bit, leaning on his elbows. "Can't sleep?"

I might as well answer honestly. "No, I can't."

"Too cold?"

"N-no, it's not that cold. Maybe just a little bit."

"Then why can't you sleep?" he asked.

I sat up as well, staring out of the window. "I guess I'm not used to being here."

"You're here all of the time, though. I don't get it."

"No, I mean that I'm not used to sleeping here. I'm so used to my own house that..." I didn't know how to finish my sentence. But, Yami got the idea of what I meant.

"Yeah, I understand."

I never looked away from my gaze outside. The grass moved slightly with the chilling breeze. The moon lit the yard. I wished I could be out there, under the moonlight, without anything to care about in the world. That would be nice. But I can't get what I want all of the time.

"Hey, Yami. Why did you seem so depressed when we were walking home with Ryou?" I asked him. I wanted to know.

"I don't know. I was just thinking," he repiled. He didn't have to think about his answer. He didn't have to ask me what I meant.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

Sighing to myself, I layed back down, back to Yami. "Night, Yami," I said quietly.

"You too, Yuugi."

And I thought that would be the end of that. But, if I really payed attention, I could have swore Yami moved closer to me. And that alone was enough to help me fall asleep.

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Kurisuten: Haha! No lime this chapter! X3

Kishichi: There will be one soon though! So don't anyone worry!

Kurisuten: This whole entire chapter was one big writer's block chapter. Half way through, I didn't know what to write! So, I was freaking out because I didn't know how long it was going to take to get it up! I was like, really scared! And I was really stressed out because I had a test in Japanese today, and I didn't know some of the vocabulary, and I had one class period to study them! Me and my friends Holly and Amanda just gave up and wrote the stuff we didn't know on a small piece of paper and put it in our jacket sleeves. So, we cheated a little. -sweatdrop-

Kishichi: But you got it up, and that's good!

Kurisuten: Yes, I know. But, I swear, I'm going to wake up in the middle of the night tonight and hear the sounds of fangirls squeeling all over the world. I just know it.

Kishichi: -sweatdrop-

Kurisuten: Oh, and, at the end of each chapter, I'm going to have a little "debate question"! I give you a yes-or-no question about the chapter, and you guys tell me your thoughts!

Kishichi: Yes, yes! This chapter's question is, Do you think Yami knew Yuugi kissed him or not? You guys tell us what you think!

Kurisuten: And if you don't want to answer the question, then review anyway! Anything is fine! Like, "Good chapter", "Good story", or even "Please update" is perfect! I love all reviews! Except those hate reviews. I want to kill them!

Kishichi: ...Did you give up on kidnapping people now?

Kurisuten: I almost got sued after trying to kidnap Yuugi. Yami got really defensive and stuff.

Kishichi: Oh well. Ja ne!

Kurisuten: Bai-bai, minna-san!