I stand in front of a mirror smoothing my skirt out. I'm trying to figure out whether this skirt makes my legs look good or bad...

"Good morning Annu," I hear the voice in the doorway...Oh crap.

"Yami, how are you?"

"Oh good good...considering you haven't posted anything about in fricking months."

Yes, I haven't posted for months. But when you're trying to take a university course from the comfort of your own home...you can't exactly find time to write if you want to find the motivation to do coursework.

"Yami, there are people writing hundreds of stories about you and Yugi in the throes of ecstacy...why can't you just get off to that?" I retort sarcastically, deciding that the skirt does look alright.

"Annu, I don't need stories to do that. I can get off with only the thought of Yugi," Yami smirks, then realises what he has said and coughs uncomfortably, "It's about you forgetting us."

"I swear, you guys are my prime fan-fiction focus," I reassure. And it's true. While I dabble in other fandoms, Yami and Yugi will always be my OTP.

"Well, you'd better find some time to write. There is an activity myself and Yugi have to describe to you in detail."

Oh boy...