I'm going to try and make it a habit of starting the next chapter after I update, maybe it'll make things go quicker, maybe not. I lost a lot of my reviews over the year but I'm trying to make the story readable again. Thank you for all the favorites, reviews, views, and followings that you've given me, they warm my heart so. And here's the next chap—

Yugi: Woah woah woah, who has to act cute this time!?

Well...we didn't really make the reviews like that this time...so I don't know maybe both of you. -shrugs-

Yami: No! I'm tired of being cute! -looks at the chapter and immediately gives the author a role of his eyes- Please tell me this is a rough draft...

Ice: It's not~! Enjoy everyone!

Yami: FU—

Yugi: -covers his mouth-No bad words! Disclaimer: YamiNoIcexIcuo owns nothing except their ideas, the story, and their OCs!

Chapter 11: Little Einstein

Yugi's POV

~*~One Week Later~*~

Confusion. Great confusion clouded my days from that night on. I never knew having a family that loved and cared for you could be so tiring. Don't get me wrong, this had been one of the best weeks of my life...but, it was strange. A family of bi-polar, loving, and mischievous people was one thing, but having a family so willing to help you succeed and protect you was foreign to me.

After my one day of fun, bonding with different parts of my family at separate times, I was finally filled in on my new life as the son of the C.E.O. of Sennen Corp.

Of course since I was fostered into the family the many legal documents my parents had to sign were practically spilling out of Atem's office, much to the displeasure of the maids that cleaned that hall with all their might only to have to clean it again because they knew even paper held dust.

When that was dealt with though, we visited the school I would be attending; which happened to be the same school Yami went to. Domino Tech Academy; the big DTA. But at first glance, I knew I would never even dream of trying to fit in. Being the new kid at school was one thing that I might have been able to handle in about a month or so; but in a prep-school where everyone knew everyone and didn't speak to unfamiliar peers, I had a feeling the only person that wouldn't hesitate to speak to me was my brother. Sucks to suck right?

We went to the Dean's office to apply for my classes, but the jolly old man ran us into the dirt by telling me I had to take a test first to see if being in a foster care for so long with limited education had made me slow or not. Ok, he didn't say slow, but that's what I heard. I'm not stupid!

Yami wished me good luck before I took the test and gave me a big hug; it was longer than the ones Heba and Atem gave to me, but I took it regardless, needing the support. After the secluded me in a room alone with nothing but a pristine french wood desk, a chair that attached to the desk only by one medal rod, and a pencil I waited for them to bring me the test.

I had to say, I was nervous, more nervous than I should have been; since I was saying how much of a dummy I wasn't not but a few minutes ago. But who could blame me? If I got a couple answers wrong on this, I'd stay in the grade I was suppose to go into, which was the fifth grade. But one wrong answer too many and I could end up in fourth grade with a bunch of little kids that'd be half as smart as me. They'd probably pick on me too, just because I'm small. This was make or break I couldn't get out of this; if I wanted a new life I had to start from scratch and try as hard as I could.

Besides, how would me being sent back a grade make my family feel? Would they hate me after that for ruining their reputation? Would I single-handedly ruin all their lives just because I failed a test?

I began to quake in my skin just thinking about the major chaos that could occur if I didn't do well. I had to do this, there was no if, ands, or buts. If I couldn't do it for myself, then I had to do it for my new family. I didn't want them to be disappointed in me, so I'd have to give it my all and hold nothing back.

But how?

"Hey, kid!" My head jolted up from the desk and I snapped my head back to look for the person that booming voice belonged to; whipping some of the drool off my face that I didn't know had started to collect.

"Y-Yeah?" I squeaked not being able to control my voice from letting out my fear striken shroud. I hadn't realized I'd even sat down and started day dreaming. Oh Ra, I'm going to fail this test aren't I!? A heavy packet was slapped on my desk along with a fine point number two pencil and an extra, just in case. I shrieked lightly at the sudden action and lowered in my seat, already not liking the way this person was treating him.

"You've got two and a half hours to finish the test, you will be given no more time than that. This test is filled with the basic knowledge of an average fifth grader and an excelling fifth grader, there are forty questions, please do your best, and I'll be back with a calculator for your math section. Happy learning." The man said in a monotone, drone like voice with anything but pep in his step. If I was mean I'd say he was lame, but since I'm not I'll just say that the desk is more interesting than him and if it was able to walk right now it'd keep him more focused then this man ever could.

After the boring speech the man slipped out of the room an left me to my test, leaving nothing but empty silence in his wake. When I realized that was my que to start I took a glance at the heavy packet and sighed, flipping it open to the first page and readying my writing hand with one of the number two pencils. I looked at the page but I couldn't read it. I can read, but I was too focused on thinking about what I could have been doing instead of this.

What I really wanted to do was get this test done so I could go see Yami's game room. He'd promised me that if I did well he would let me pick a game from there to have and he'd let me play any of the other games that I wanted. It was good motivation to ace the test, but not enough to make me actually want to do it; I was still worried about failing; and at the same time, I didn't want to take the chance.

I took a deep breath and forced my pencil across the line of words set for me to read and I circled an answer and bubbled it in on the bubble sheet inside the document. The first question was pretty easy and it made me relax slightly and pushed me on to the second one.

Around the fifteenth question, however, I began to see why they'd given me two hours to finish this instead of one. I pushed through the rest of the problems in the reading and writing sections with more ease by using common sense. The science section didn't trip me up a bit, as long as I knew the basics from what the question told me I was fine. But then the math section caught me off guard and I wondered where the man from earlier was with my calculator. I wasn't the best when it came to division in the first place but then they started adding in fraction too. I looked to the watch that Atem had given me and saw that I'd already cut through most of the problems in less than half the time they'd given me; but I still had a good eighteen questions left to go and I needed that calculator.

After ten more minutes went by of watching the door and waiting for the man to come in and rescue me with that one piece of technology, I gave up and realized by the time he got here there'd be no more time to work. I had to wing it.

"Alright Yugi...you can do this, just be calm, think of your happy place..." I said absent-mindedly, trying to relax before taking my leap of faith into the unknown. At best, if I just winged it now and went back to the questions when the strange man came back, I might get at least half of them right.

But what would Yami think about that? What if half wasn't good enough? What if Yami was disappointed in me and didn't want to be my brother anymore? I couldn't let that happen! Yami was my only hope for survival and comfort, how would I get by in a prep-school where even my brother ignored me? I wouldn't be able to handle seeing Yami so disappointed in me...

What was that rule for dividing again? Maybe if I turned it around and turned it into multiplication...I began to solve the problems as correctly as I could and filled in the bubble sheet. And by the time that meany got in with my calculator I had only two problems left. After checking my work from before I had the calculator at my disposal, and finishing the last two problems, I set my pencil down and closed the test with the bubble sheet inside and sat there for another forty-five minutes.

While I waited I couldn't help but slump in my seat feeling like I had to give Yami some credit in helping me. He hadn't been here holding my hand and telling me the answers; but, he'd used my weakness against me and made me absolutely determined not to fail. I didn't know whether to thank him for that or to hate him for playing such a dirty trick. I was pretty sure I got most of that correct too; I just didn't want to go back to fourth grade.

Fourth grade was the place where your opinion and feelings didn't matter and you were nothing but a child to the teacher. In similar terms, fifth grade was just as bad, but it got me one step closer to sixth grade, which might get me a little more identity.

And I might go to class with Yami...

I shook my head of the thought and laid my head down on the test, deciding to take a quick nap. Afterall, I was finished with the test; they couldn't yell at me for not wanting to sit there bored to death. Maybe I could use that as incline not to like his brother as much as he did; having to sit here because I'd finished the test so quickly.A sigh left me and I closed my eyes tossing the idea aside.

Who could hate such a caring psychopath anyway?

~*~Fouty-Five minutes later~*~

My eyes drooped open slightly when I was jostled between slim arms. The light pressure around my body tightened. I could tell I was moving from the look of the limo getting closer, but from what I could tell, my feet weren't on the ground and there was something tickling my nose...

A mouse like sneeze squeaked out of me and made the piece of blond hair tickling my nose blow away from me only to come back into my face; making me cross my eyes to look at it. Alright, I just scared myself awake, what was next? I sucked at my tongue a little, smacking my lips as I tried to hydrate my dry mouth. I looked up lazily to see who was holding me, now that I knew someone was carrying me around, and I blinked a few times.

Soft red eyes stared back at me and a soft smile greeted my sleepy appearance, shining so bright I'd believe it was another sun made just for me. I rubbed one of my eyes subconsciously, giving a tiny Yawn as I got all the sleep out of my system and I proceeded to ask what'd happened.

Yami murmured softly to me, keeping up his pace even as he looked me in the eye. "We're going home. They told us you'd fallen asleep, that you looked too cute to wake up. So Mom came in and picked you up, we got your test reults...and now we're going to home." He said with a gentle caring smile that I didn't understand, and his eyes hid away secrets that left my big brother practically glowing. I tilted my head to the side, shifting in his arms until my amethyst orbs looked him dead in his happy crimson eyes; my tiredness washed away and leaving me wanting to know if I'd did my best or if I could have done better.

"What'd I get?" I asked seriously, feeling anxious but at the same time watching Yami's face and slowly getting excited.

Yami glanced my way and one of his signature grins came to his face, dimpling his slim cheeks. "How'd you like to come back here Yugi? To take another test?" Asked Yami, making my heart stop.

Why did I have to come back and take another? Did I dream that I took the test or something? Did I fail? Was Yami happy because I failed? I began to pout and carelessly asked him why he was smiling if I had to take it again. And he only gave me a snicker and plopped me down on a hard leather seat inside the black limo I hadn't noticed was right in front of us. I blushed at my unaware state but still turned an angry eye at the teen, letting him get into the car and shut the door before I asked again. "Why do I have to take the stupid test again?"

"Who said you had to take the test again?" He asked nonchalantly, clicking his seat belt in and trying his best to ignore me. But I wasn't having it. As soon as he was buckled in tight I hoped onto his lap and grabbed him by the collar, taking him by surprise. His crimson gaze widened slightly but other than that he kept a straight face and looked at me like I was nothing but a scuff on his sneakers. "What?"

"You said I had to go back and take another test, why?"

"Because the test you took wasn't on your level."

"But it said fifth grade course booklet on it! How is that not my level? Are you calling me stupid!?" I lashed out shaking him back and forth by his collar and making his head bang on the seat.

"Hey!" He strained in a complaining breath, struggling to keep his eyes from rolling every which way. Grabbing my wrists and pulled them apart, he left my eyes to meet his in a glaring contest. "It's not my fault they gave a seventh grader a fifth grade test!"

"Well how is that my problem!?" I shouted back, letting my childish ignorance get the better of me. I was purly yelling for no reason now. But as I shook him and he looked at me with that plane look, letting me go on with my tantrum I slowly came down from slamming his head into the seat to jerking my hands slightly on his collar; my violet eyes widening as I got a chance to think about what he'd said.

"...I...I passed?"

Yami's smirk came back ten fold and he leered at me. "Excelled is more like it."

My heart suddenly began to hammer beneath my ribs with an urgency so strong I felt it in every pore of my being, my vision suddenly became blurry and made everything in front of me drown into blobs of nothing but flesh, leather, and metal. "I-I have to come back?" Yami nodded. "To take a seventh grade test?" He nodded again, his smile getting wider.

"You aced the test. All of your field question answers were correct, too. They've recommended you for the seventh grade since your academic level is so high. I'm very impressed with you Yugi." He congratulated me with a big thumbs up.

But by this point I was already blubbering like a baby. "Do I get to go to your game room now? A-and pick one of the games?" I asked light-heartedly, my mind still on how I'd passed that test.

Yami nodded and picked me up off his lap with all his strength before plopping me down beside him and folding his arms, giving me a business type look now. "Tell you what. You can pick two games and play whatever you want in there today. And, if you pass the seventh grade test I'll let you pick another one, ok?" He asked calmly, watching the tears slip down my face. Obviously he just thought I was really happy.

I just looked at him for a second, noting the way he had that proud gleam in his eye as he watched me. A look I'd never gotten before. It was so refreshing it brought more tears to my eyes that I wiped at hard to keep them from seeping into my quivering lips.

Before I knew what'd come over me, I leaped into my brother's side, wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my face in his shoulder; my crying continuing and soaking his long sleeve navy blue v-neck shirt. "T-Thank you." I breathed out, sniffling loudly and trying to keep my voice steady.

I could feel Yami's eyes on me, burning me with his surprised confusion. "For what?"

I sniffled again, smiling this time at how naïve he was to the situation. He was squirming slightly like know one had ever done this to him before, and his arm tugged under me softly before giving up and accepting it's half-soaked state. "For helping me pass. If it weren't for you encouraging me and stuff I wouldn't have given that test my all like I did." I explained softly, my tears slowing as my smile grew. "Thank you for being there for me."

Yami kept saying he wasn't in there, denying my claims for five minutes straight, not anywhere near aware I didn't care. I just hugged him with that happy boyish smile on my face, feeling at the top of the world. I'd never had something as optional as a brother before. Well, except Joey, but his brotherly love was far more masculine than Yami's. I finally had a brother that conventionally cared about me, wanted me to succeed and wanted to be one of the reasons why I succeeded...someone that cared...

Then again, Joey was all of those things, too. I wonder what makes Yami so different though.

"Ok chillens," we heard mom's voice come from the other side of the limo as he opened the door and moved into the seat to my left. "Who's ready to go ho—?" He began to ask but them I noticed his pupils dilate when he took in our odd position.

A small blush peeked onto both our cheeks as we detached; our eyes not leaving Heba's for a minute. His facial expression changed from shocked, to happy to sad and then straight down to serious. And frankly, I didn't know someone could have so many mood swings at one time.

"You hugged and you stopped before I could get a picture!?" He exasperated while we sweat dropped and felt another dip in the limo. The window in the front rolled down slowly to reveal Atem's sunglass covered face crimson eyes. And even though his face was completely serious we knew he was laughing behind his mischievous eyes.

"Boys, you know better than to get Heba all excited. I'm very disappointed in you two." He joked in his business voice; his lips twitching slightly as he held down his smirk.

That was another thing. I'd come to understand how Atem worked a little more now. He wasn't the scary business man that loved his work and neglected his family needs automatically. If anything, he did the exact opposite and defied all logic by being hilariously irresponsible. He came up with jokes about his job at the dinner table that made us laugh, even though they'd probably get him disapproving looks from others. He always had time to sneak into one of me and Yami's games; especially if we were playing Super spy. He always seemed to get caught by us while we were investigating him though, and I can never understand why.

Putting on my best dramatic face and leaning into Yami's side I answered back for both of us. "We're sorry father dearest! Please don't put us in the basement again! It's so dark down there!" I whined, feeling Yami wrap his arms around me as I faked fainting and fell into his lap with my arm thrown over my eyes; secretly peeking to the side of my eyes.

"Well that's just too bad," Atem gave a mocking shout. "You've made your bed and now you must lie in it!" He said finally, turning back. Right after, the window began to pull up, the chauffeur seeming worried slightly by the sudden yelling in the car; though he kept quiet.

We heard the faint final click of the window shutting and we all sat there for a minute, looking at it expectantly. Even Heba knew this little show wasn't over. While we waited, Yami stroked his fingers through my hair, and I slowly relaxed out of my dramatic phase. His hands weren't large, but the were bigger than my own, and his lithe fingers felt nice on my scalp. I'd already taken my arm off my eyes, and just by looking up at the smug smile on his face and in those crimson pools of his I could tell my comfort showed.

When the window finally rolled back down Atem was having a chuckle fit that left the the man driving confused and worried for his mental health. But, he only turned to us and smile. "Boys just hug long enough for your Mom to get a picture next time k?" He asked giving us a playful smirk. "And Yami, improve your acting skills, your mother didn't buy it for a minute. Yugi," he gave me a thumbs up. "Good job soldier!" He grinned, as I returned the thumbs up and gave him a shy smile back.

He pulled his large tanned hand back for a moment to tilt his glasses down and look Heba full in the eyes. "You good now babe?" He asked softly, as though he were asking for damage in the war. He sounded almost afraid of the answer, but I wouldn't know why, Heba was always nice to me.

When Heba nodded his consent Atem relaxed back on the side of the head rest with a blissful sigh and a genuine smile. "You got pictures while we were acting silly didn't you?"

A grin spread across Mom's face and he gave Atem a wink. "You know me far too well." He giggled out. The bread-winner of the family found peace in this and turned back to face the front. "Buckle up guys, when we get home we're having a little congratulatory celebration for our little Einstein." He announced proudly, making my whole face go red with embarrassment while Yami laughed at my misery.

I stuck my tongue out at him and in return his did the same while smirking down at me. "Don't make me spit on you." He threatened half-heartedly, narrowing his piercing crimson eyes at me. Not know it to be a cruel bluff I sat up immediately, with my tongue still hanging out and I hopped into Heba's lap, scurrying away from him and seeking shelter from his wet-wads-of-death.

To my relief though, Heba did the rest by shielding me from Yami's gaze and giving him a playful glare; even though I could see he found amusement in it all. "Yami, leave your cute little brother alone. If you stress him out now he'll have wrinkles when he grows up!"

Yami answered back with a sceptical look. "You really think he's gonna grow?"

"HEY!"

Dad just laughed at our banter and told the driver to take us home. And the banter even raged on as we left my new school, the school for the gifted and rich.

The evening, Yami took hold of my tiny hand in his own and he walks me down to a corner of the house I'd never been before. The halls were isolated, and free of servants and any others that might stumble upon it; heck I was surprised that I couldn't even spot a cob web anywhere.

Surprisingly, Yami filled me in on why it was so vacant while we walked. "I don't like people coming down here to get into my stuff. Everything that I hold dear or care about is in my game room. I usually spend hours in there on the weekends. Only on the week days, when I have school, I do my home work, spend a limited time of two hours there and them come back to my room for bed." He informed me while holding my hand gently in his grasp. "But, since I kind of trust you enough, you can come here as long as you tell me first or I'm already in there. If I don't want you in there I'll leave something outside the door." I saw him shrug.

I nodded my head, but I was only vaguely paying the words any mind; I was still thinking over what he'd said before. To trust me to the things he holds dear is an honor I've never been given before. Trust is usually earned, but I didn't see anything I'd done as of late to be trust worthy. If anything, I'd done a lot of things to get him angry with me, but he didn't seem to mind.

He pulled me down the hall just a bit further, down to a dead-end, and then he turned to show a door painted the same color as the wall; a dark gave me a smile and frisked the door knob to open it with three flicks of his wrist. Then, he carefully lead me inside, into the dark void that it looked like.

And when the lights flickered on, my eyes lit up with them and my mouth broke into an open mouth grin.

Atem's POV

"Hey Akefia, it's good you could make it." I greeted with a genuine smile as I gave my old friend brotherly hug, with my hand clapping his back. I didn't feel like wearing a suit for the occasion so I wore a comfortable red—V-neck—T-shirt that left my muscles bulging in certain areas and a pair of denim pants. I didn't really feel like wearing any shoes, but I snatched on my black nikes and answered the door with a smile.

Akefia was much the same in his casual dark blue long sleeve shirt, his jeans, and his sandy brown sandles. His delightful smirk reaching to the scare he wore proudly on his eye. " Well you know I never miss out on a party that you start. You know you haven't changed much since college right?" he criticized me, to which I chuckled and put my hands in my pocket.

"A wine ages but the flavor only grows more rich." I answered cryptically, making Akefia smirk.

"Yes, the wine also has some cheese to it." He teased earning a chuckle from me in appreciation for his sarcasm.

I calmed down slightly to notice that his wife and child weren't next to him and I took a considerable look behind him, becoming a bit curious. "Where's your family?"

Akefia shrugged. "She's parking the car. She's keeping Bakura close since he's been acting out lately." The albino shrugged, letting his tanned muscles flex in his shirt. I nodded and we waited for his company to get to the door. When I saw Bakura's white-haired self running up the side-walk I already knew he'd done something he shouldn't have.

But of course, being his father, Akefia knew it first. "Bakura..." He groaned in a warning voice as the teen skidded to a stop next to him. His chest heaving, his eyes wide and bulging, and his face flushed from running so hard.

After he'd stopped panting long enough to say anything he explained vaguely, "I don't think...mother...likes...paralell parking...anymore." He wheezed, trying to catch his second wind. "We'd better get inside, before she murders the person who owns that mini-van . I don't want to be a witness to any crime, until I'm outta the house and can get outta dodge." He admitted in all seriousness, making his father and I glance towards each other with a roll of our eyes.

"Go inside. We'll hold her off." He bolted inside as soon as he had the right away.

Not but two minutes later, his mother showed around the corner, speaking calmly with another women that I knew was Joey's guardian. Speaking of which, the teen was walking behind them in a type of protective swagger walk, looking from side to side in his red hoodie, eyeing the shadows of the day carefully. I wouldn't blame him, sometimes fools came out of no where if they caught sight of a pretty face.

When they came to the entrance where Akefia and I lent against the walls waiting for them, Joey's adoptive mother smiles at me knowingly and bowed in her respects. "Good afternoon, Mr. Sennen." she recited happily, her brown locks falling over her head until she came back up to smile once again.

I gave her a sincere smile back. "Hello Miss. Katsuya, it's a pleasure to meet you in person finally."

She nodded her agreement. "The same to you, Mr. Sennen."

I smiled a bit more friendly to her and waved her comment off. "Please, call me Atem." I corrected her politely. She blushed slightly at this but she just laughed off her formalities with a few apologetic chuckle.

"Alright, Atem, you may call me Serenity in return. Well, if you'd like to that is." She fretted slightly, noticeably not being used to talking to people of such a high status. She did have the commoner feel about her anyway, but it was uncomfortable. More homey than anything. She also gave off a very kind motherly aura, which I appreciated on a personal level not to be discussed.

I nodded. "Serenity it is." I concluded with a bow of my own. Then my eyes shifted over to Akefia's wife, and I gave her a knowing smile as she bit away at her finger nails, her black hair that ran to her shoulders in light curls with red streaks and tips all around. "Hello to you as well, Icess. Missing Akefia the second already?" I teased lightly, feeling her glare on me almost immediately.

"You always tease me when I come over here!" She complained in a whine, her voice a half and half of childishness and maturity at the same time.

I chuckled. "Well stop giving me a reason to. You may go into the computer lab whenever you'd like, you know that." I assured her waving my hand towards the door. However, she stayed put and frown.

"Akefia said I needed to detox from the internet for at least a month or he's filing for divorce." She confessed sadly, letting her crimson gaze meet her high-heal boots that went up to her knees and broke off to let her green sundress flow along her curved body. I gave Akefia a look and he nodded, confirming my suspicions.

"It's gotten that bad huh?"

"She took the laptop in the shower with her, and it survived." Was the tanned husbands only answer before he led her inside.

Serenity and Joey were about to follow but I stopped them. "What happened with the car situation?" I asked quickly, not wanting to ask the women responsible. Serenity blinked for a minute before blushing and smiling sheepishly.

"My foot slid off the brake while I was parking and I dented the back of their Chevy by accident. We talked it over though and I think Icess calmed down after I explained what happened." She informed me.

I stepped aside with a nod and let them through. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." She chimed back waving until dragged in by her son, his only goal being to find my sons.

I sighed blissfully thinking about it. My sons' sounded good to the ear, like music. I'd always wanted two children since I had the money to support them, but Heba was afraid to have another one since he'd decided to go natural with Yami's birth and ended up having an emergency c-section. It wasn't his fault though, if anything it was Yami's. I chuckled softly, watching in unawares as the next car pulled up. "Boy's got a fat head and a thick skull." He said subconsciously aloud.

The next to arrive were none other than Malik and his father. I'd known for some time that Malik's mother had left them both in search of her own calling. Why she had to leave them both? She probably didn't want a kid around for the ride. She'd wanted to abort him and just travel the world with Malik's father; but he wanted the baby and convinced her that giving up on the child was wrong.

Malik pulled his father along impatiently, nearly dragging the man out of the driver's seat, and barely giving him time to lock up the car. But when they both got up to me I greeted them as if I hadn't seen a thing. "Malik, Marik, nice to see you two, Malik you can go in with the others." I shooed him off without much thought.

Malik bolted into the house just as quickly as Bakura had and Marik frowned at this but pulled back a smile for me and spread his arms. "Sup." He said simply leaving his arms open for a real hug and not one of those 'no homo' bro hugs. One of the things I liked about him. I came closer and he wrapped his arm around me, nearly choking me in an amazingly HUGE bear hug. I chuckled shortly, trying to conserve air. "Hey Marik, long time no see."

He released me quickly enough that I stumbled slightly and sluggishly stood up straight once again. He looked a bit embarrassed with the way his cheeks tinted a hint of red. I arched a brow at him and his head tilted lower. He mumbled something at the ground and under his bangs. I politely asked him to repeat it. "I've been working..." He said a bit louder, but only loud enough for me to hear while he averted his eyes.

An 'o' replaced the lines of my mouth and then I gave him a well earned smile. "Wow...I'm impressed...were did you get your job?" I asked patting him on the back for his feats. Marik had trouble finding a job that'd hire him with his criminal record lately, so I was surprised that he'd found somewhere that he was well off for.

He blushed again, but stood up straighter in my presence. "Interior design..." My eyes, literally clicked up at him, but after a minute of being surprised I smiled at him.

"You should've called me, I would've got you to do the interior decorating for my house. Think I could get a discount?" I winked, letting him know I wasn't going to judge him for it.

He gave me a sheepish smile back and wrapped his arm around me patting my back. "I think you house looks fine the way it is, and because of my record no discounts until I've worked there a full year. A couple more months bro." He assured lightly. His smile just as bright as his white blouse and pants. His disappointing sentence somewhat of a code for 'thanks for not being a dick about it'.

I nodded and lead him inside. I didn't need to stand outside anymore since Seto had come earlier and Tea had just come here by bus and had spent most of the time with Anzu, her mother. She lived out of the mansion with her father so she was glad to come over and see her mother and the boys. Her father hadn't been able to make it because of work. "I'll wait then." I promised, ending the conversation there.

Now that everyone was here it was time to get this party started. First order of business? Separate the kids from the adults. We had a lot of stuff to catch up on, and only five percent of it would probably be appropriate for anyones ears.

Cliffy~

Hopefully you guys aren't disappointed, I tried to put as much fluff in there as I could.

Yami: Too much smiling. -ready to puke-

Yugi: Were you guys surprised with the pairings?

If you guys don't like my OC being Akefia's wife I could try to change it. Say so in your reviews please. Like or dislike.

Yugi: I was cute in this one so I think Yami should be in the next one.

Yami: NO.

Yugi: 10 reviews and Yami'll do something cute and I'll do something naughty. (Not over the T rate naughty though, seduction ok, intercourse, no. Saying something naughty, depends.) Leave your suggestions in the reviews.

Ryou will be in the story but not as Akefia's lover.

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