SO I like just finished writing this. Probably two seconds ago… Its been about 82 days (exactly) since I last updated this... boo me...
Yes, I haven't written anything since last Christmas! (and its now FEBUARY) Damn… I kinda fail. No, I take that back. MY LIFE FAILS! At the moment, not generally. A.K.A. I got shits to do. And my birthday only reminds me of how old I am… (I just realized that this last sentence this makes me sound really old, in case you just got a picture of a old otaku lady with 6 cats and hair growing out my ears, wearing a "WILL DANCE FOR ANIME" shirt (which I do NOT own). This is not me. I'm actually not that old… not that can believe me. Mwahahaha.) (notice how I'm cleverly not telling WHEN my birthday is. HA! You stalkers.)
Now that we had that little heart-to-heart, let's move onto the story, shall we?
NOTICE: "Oh-sama-yo" means like Oh great King. The way Yami no Bakura uses it makes him an asshole.
Remember: LAST CHAPTER! Suckers.
Chyaputa 12: I'll Remember You, Till I Rot
"Ok…"
Yugi's eyes connected with Malik's. The showdown had begun.
"Fridays," Malik demanded.
"You can't get him every Friday. Fridays are the best day of the week."
Malik pouted. "You can have Saturday and Sunday."
"Who does anything on Sundays?"
"Hey, there's no school on Saturdays! You get the whole day!"
"Bakura-kun has to go to school with you every day anyway," Yugi pointed out.
"Um…" Ryou Bakura with his doe-brown eyes raised a timid finger. "I'd like Sundays off, for homework… and to rest."
Malik crossed his arms over his chest and sunk back into the couch. Yugi was in the arm chair. Bakura Ryou was in between them, perched on a chair, his face flushed.
"Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays," Malik said.
This wasn't going to end well. "Isn't it a little unfair to Bakura-kun if we divide up his time like he's some kinda of thing?"
"I'm only trying to make things clear." Malik explained practically. He despite his usual carefree attitude, he was deadly serious about this topic. "I mean, I certainly don't want to wake up with icky other Bakura next to me in the morning."
He had a point. Yugi certainly didn't want either Bakura to be in an awkward situation. He didn't want to wake up with a blushing conflicted Bakura Ryou.
"Fine," Yugi said.
"No."
Malik and Yugi jumped as Yami no Bakura took control over the body. His black eyes were on Malik. "No sleepovers on weekdays. You are to be out of the house by 8. Yadonushi is not going to fail school because of you."
"Why don't you let Ryou decide if he wants to see me at night? You're not his mother!"
Yami no Bakura was on his feet. So was Malik, but he's stance looked only mildly intimidating next to the Yami's fierce power.
"Calm down, guys," Yugi urged, standing up between them. "It's ok, Bakura. I'm sure Malik doesn't want Bakura-kun to fail either. Malik, Bakura-kun needs time too. How about weeknights Malik, and Bakura and I, have to leave Bakura-kun alone after 10, temporarily," Yugi added because Malik gave him a look, "If Bakura-kun's grades are ok there can be flexibility."
Malik sat back down. Yami no Bakura scoffed and turned away. Compromises made every party unhappy. Yugi didn't want to have to leave at 10, but he had school too…
"What about special occasions? Like if I want to see Ryou on Saturdays?" Malik asked.
"Suck it up," Yami no Bakura scratched his ear. Malik seethed.
"We'll talk about it when the time comes. If we have to we'll switch days," Yugi answered. "Ok? We get Saturdays, Mondays and Tuesdays? Malik and Bakura-kun get Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. And Sundays can be negotiable, ok?"
Malik frowned. Yami no Bakura said nothing but morphed back into his lighter personality. Bakura Ryou sat down on the couch next to Malik. "Sounds good, Yugi-kun."
Yugi shrugged. If only Yami no Bakura had stayed. Not that Yugi didn't want to hang out with Bakura Ryou… but Yugi hadn't seen the spirit of the Ring since the two of them had gotten back together. Malik swooped his boyfriend into his arms and kissed his neck, Bakura Ryou shooed the enthusiastic Egyptian away half-heartedly. And today was Friday… so Yugi wouldn't see Yami on Bakura till tomorrow…
Yugi lifted up his head to see Bakura Ryou staring at him with those knowledgeable eyes. He knew. And he smiled as he turned to his lover and held Malik's head between his palms. "I want to give this night to mou hitori no boku."
Malik's face was aghast. "What? Why?"
Bakura Ryou kissed Malik on forehead. "Because, they just got back together, Malik."
Malik didn't have time to retort, because one second later he had his arms around, not his lover, but Bakura Ryou's Yami. Malik leapt off the couch to escape Yami no Bakura's touch. "Tell me before you guys switch, ok?"
Yugi's heart rocked as Yami on Bakura stood again. "Like I want your hands on me again." And the Yami sauntered over to Yugi's arm chair and picked up the boy with one hand and captured his lips…
Yugi was so caught off guard he didn't even notice Malik choking.
"You want to do that on your own time?" Malik snarled, turning his head fully away.
Yami no Bakura had his arms around Yugi's middle. "I was getting rid of your spit, Malik."
Malik huffed. "Fuck you."
"Hey, hold on," Yugi, dazed from all this mixed interaction between the two Bakuras, pulled himself away from the Yami. "I want to talk to Bakura-kun for a sec."
Yami no Bakura frowned. "For?"
"Just for a sec, ok?" Yugi took his… was Yami no Bakura his boyfriend now? He'd have to ask him about that later… Yugi took the Yami by the arms and sat him down on the couch next to Malik. Then Yugi leaned into Yami no Bakura face so he could look right into the spirit's dark eyes. "Please."
Yami no Bakura scowled for a second, before his face dissolved into Bakura Ryou's complacent expression. "What's up?"
Yugi pulled Malik and Bakura Ryou together, and then sat himself on the opposite arm chair. "Bakura-kun…" Yugi bit his lip. "May I have your permission to date mou hitori no Bakura."
Bakura Ryou's simple face, broke into a grin. And yet… his eyes dropped a little. "Of course, Yugi-kun. I can't think of anyone better to take care of him."
Yugi swallowed. He knew, they all knew, as Malik wrapped an arm around Bakura Ryou's shoulders, Bakura Ryou loved his yami. Loved him heart and soul. How hard was it to give up a yami? A being who was, until this moment, completely and totally devoted to your own existence…
Would Yugi ever have to give up Yami in the same way?
Who… now that Yugi thought of it, was strangely absent, even though Bakura Ryou was in the room…
Yugi fought his inner sorrow, as Bakura Ryou ducked his head into Malik's shoulder. The boy was never weak when it came to other subjects… he hadn't flinched in front of Yami no Malik. But when it came to Yami no Bakura…
"He needs you." Bakura Ryou said as he attempted and failed to hide a sniff. Malik squeezed him. "He needs someone and I'm so happy it's you, Yugi." Bakura was composing himself again. "You can understand him."
Malik dug a hand into Bakura Ryou's hair. "Yeah, make sure Spiky's nice and occupied, won't you?"
Bakura Ryou released a choked laugh. But Yugi didn't, nor did Malik. Both he and the Egyptian knew… Malik had been serious.
Yugi thought of something else he should probably do. "And Malik, can I date the same body as you?"
Malik, stunned for a moment that Yugi had brought up such a thing, sighed and looked down at his boyfriend for a moment. Bakura Ryou nodded at him. Malik shrugged. "I guess I'll just have to accept."
Yugi breathed. It wasn't much, but at least the guilt eased on Yugi's stomach. This was dangerous situation. Things were bound to blow up sooner or later. "Thank you, Malik, Bakura-kun. I really do…" What had he been about to say? Yugi touched his hair nervously. "I really do love him so you don't need to worry."
When Yugi looked up, he saw that both Malik's and Bakura Ryou's faces were blank.
"What?" Yugi was worried.
Bakura Ryou blinked.
"Did you just say you love…" was all Malik could manage before he was bodily lifted from his seat and thrown at the front door by Yami no Bakura. "Shit! Do I at least get to say goodbye, you assfuck?"
But Malik might have been just a smelly piece of garage for how fast Yami no Bakura was getting rid of him. Poor Malik disappeared out the door in less than three seconds. Yugi heard the lock click under the spirit of the Ring's hands.
Yugi gulped.
They were alone now.
"Now…" Yami no Bakura turned around. He had his predator face on. "What were you saying about me?"
Yugi clutched at the chair beneath him. "Ah…" He was in for it now.
Yes, within seconds Yami no Bakura had mounted the comfy chair that Yugi was sitting on, straddling Yugi with his knees. And Yami no Bakura drew kisses from Yugi's mouth like the boy was a good drink. It was all Yugi could do to hang onto the ancient's spirit's legs, biting back. Their touch weighted into each other, rolling, like Yugi's weak stomach. Their bodies were synchronized. And heat was building up below Yugi's stomach.
He was dizzy by the time Yami no Bakura broke the kiss. The thief was always in control.
And they both knew they were alone in Bakura Ryou's apartment. For the night.
Yami no Bakura had Yugi's face between his hands. Their breathing had increased. And their positioning reminded him of when they had first kissed, in the castle, pumped full of adrenaline and hormones…
Yugi's face was hot. What were they going to do now…? What they had begun in the ruined building earlier that day?
"Yugi…" Yami no Bakura hissed. And it was odd for the thief to say his name.
Yugi wrapped his arms around Bakura's back. "…Bakura…"
Yami no Bakura's body was hot too.
"Let the king out," Yami no Bakura ordered.
Yugi started. "What?" But he was so… in the thralls of anticipation. "Why?"
"Stop freaking out. We'll do fun stuff later." Yami no Bakura grinned. "Let the bugger out, will you?"
Yugi's already hot face stung as Yami no Bakura climbed off of him. The spirit of the Sennen Ring settled on the couch across from him with posture that could kill. Yugi was cold as the warmth from his skin crawled away. God, all he wanted was Yami no Bakura back on top of him…
How much of a slut was he?
Yugi had to compose himself before he went down into the mind. And, only a little bit regretfully, he knocked of his other half's door.
The Pharaoh didn't respond.
'Mou hitori no boku?' Yugi knocked harder. 'Mou hitori no boku!' It was only when Yugi had opened the other's soulroom door and shouted once again into the dark labyrinth that the Pharaoh came out of the shadows.
/I was trying to give you two some space, like I promised,/ his darker half said.
Yugi took the moody king's hand. 'Bakura wants to talk to you.'
Yami no Yugi took a step back. /No./
This coming from the spirit who only a few weeks ago had tried to storm into Ryou's apartment to demand to talk to the Ring spirit? 'Mou hitori no boku!' Yugi cried. 'Look I think he's trying to help! Give him a chance. Please?'
Yami no Yugi softened. As he always did. Yugi knew this would be hard for him. How was he going to face the guy who had stolen his aibou away from him?
/Alright,/ Yami no Yugi shook himself and stepped in front of Yugi, marching towards the conscious mind like he was going off to war.
Yugi settled himself to watch. His Yami had taken over Mutou Yugi's body, joints went rigid under his control. He did not have the same cool collected air that he did during duels, facing an opponent he could beat. This was so much more personal. And Yami no Bakura was not smiling but Yugi could tell he was glowing with amusement at Yami no Yugi's discomfort.
"Hello, Oh-sama-yo," Yami no Bakura greeted. God, he was relishing this meeting wasn't he?
Yugi's nerves were flying.
Yami no Yugi did not move. "Bakura."
And then all amusement faded. The ancient spirit of the Ring was nothing but serious. "May I have permission to court your—"
"No." The spirit of the Puzzle was serious too.
'Mou hitori no boku!' Yugi cried.
The spirit didn't even flinch even though Yugi knew he had heard him.
Yami no Bakura cocked a single eyebrow. "Then you'll have a problem."
"Will I?"
"Between you and your lighter half," Yami no Bakura clarified.
It was true.
"And you don't want that. After all, your last fight went so well…"
Yami no Yugi's emotions surged. /I'll kill him…./
'No, you won't,' Yugi snapped. 'I thought you were ok with this.'
/Well, I wasn't looking at him before,/ the spirit answered. This was not going well.
"I was trying to be courteous before," Yami no Bakura said, and now his eyes were deadly. "I don't have the patience to be so again."
Yami no Yugi's emotions had never been so out of control. All heat and freezing cold, Yugi didn't know how his other half could stand it. "You only want my permission so that you won't have to be bothered with aibou being sad again."
Yugi flinched.
Yami no Bakura considered this. "Yes, that is true. When Yugi is with me I want him to think of me and only me. No one else."
"Maybe that's a little hard for him to do," Yami no Yugi snapped. "Because your just a second choice."
'Stop it, mou hitori no boku!' Yugi screamed, beating on his other personality's consciousness. 'How can you do this-?'
"True."
Both Yugi and his Yami froze. Shocked.
Yami no Bakura remained in control. "Nor is your light my first choice. Does that not make us perfect for each other?"
Yugi could have melted.
/How can you like him?/ Yami no Yugi thought. /He's so… arrogant./
'He's no more arrogant than you,' Yugi pointed out hesitantly and predicting the wave of anger that shook the soul-hallway. 'He's different in other ways.'
"Look," Yami no Bakura interrupted. "I hate you. You hate me. This will never change. But Yugi loves me. So you'll have to deal with that."
Yami no Yugi gave a start.
Yes, Yugi answered him subconsciously. Yes, he did say he loved the other Yami, out loud even. He didn't even know if he had meant it or not. It had just come out…
"And do you…" Yami no Yugi swallowed, "Do you..?"
"Do I?" Yami no Bakura feigned ignorance. It was a dirty trick. "What?"
Yami no Yugi rippled with hate. "Do you love my aibou?"
Yami no Bakura put on a contemplative face. "Now that is the question."
Yugi didn't mean to, but he was rigid, terrified in the consciousness. It was ok if Yami no Bakura didn't see them as… He didn't have to be in love. It was ok, as long as Yugi could still see him, right?
Yami no Yugi shook off his aibou's ramblings; at least one of them had to keep a clear head… And their head was getting filled with unnecessary emotions these days. "If you don't feel as much, if not more, for aibou, I'll kill you if you come near."
Yami no Bakura didn't think much of this threat. "Fear not, Oh-sama. I love the boy alright."
Explosion in the head. Yugi had leapt for joy but accidentally dislodged his Yami's hold on the body at the same time.
'Oh god! Sorry, sorry, sorry…' Yugi apologized.
The Yami shook it off. /Its fine, aibou, really—/
'Really, I didn't mean—'
/Fine!/
Yugi froze. Yami no Yugi stood shivering in the soul hallway. His eyes turned away. Even now he was so strong.
/I'm fine./
Yugi could have cried. In fact he might have been. Yami no Bakura loved him and the spirit of the Puzzle didn't hate him… what more could he ask for?
Yugi moved to embrace his Yami, but the ancient spirit stepped back towards his soul room.
/No. I think you should go celebrate./
Yugi knew his Yami couldn't take a hug right now. 'What about you, mou hitori no boku?'
Yami no Yugi turned back to his soul room. /I'm going to bury myself so far in the unconsciousness…/
The body was crying, Yugi knew it. 'Thanks, a million times…'
'Yes,' and the spirit of the Puzzle met Yugi's eye as he shut the soul room door behind him. 'I know, aibou.'
And Yugi practically sprang into consciousness again. Greeted by Yami no Bakura, as pleased as a cat.
"Glad to see you've reasoned yourself out."
Yugi was done with talking. So he jumped the Bakura, sprawling the spirit backwards on the couch. Yugi on top.
"This does pose a sort of predicament," Yami no Bakura observed, as Yugi kissed his neck. "Now what should I do? Hm…" Yami no Bakura groped Yugi's crouch. "Like it?"
Yugi yelped, and pushed the hand away. "Stop it! This time, I wanna do stuff."
"Do stuff? You're such a child." Yami no Bakura chuckled. "Let's see how long that lasts."
Yugi slapped his shoulder playfully. "Give me a chance, bastard."
Yami no Bakura sighed and lay back, only slightly mockingly. No, Yugi didn't know what he was doing, but it had certainly been done to him a number of times. He could figure it out. First…
Yugi met Yami no Bakura's mouth as it waited for the kiss. Suck it hard, trying to catch up to Yami no Bakura's usual repertoire. But he was losing the battle of the mouths. Yami no Bakura was too forceful to match.
Yugi relinquished that battle. Yami no Bakura gave a victory grin.
"I'm not done," Yugi scolded his… boyfriend. Oh god. Boyfriend.
Yami no Bakura rolled his eyes. "I await your commands."
Yugi trembled. His body was beyond his control. Somehow he managed to tug off the Yami's shirt, his boyfriend's chest was smooth, sculpted. Yugi's breath caught hot in this mouth.
"Go on," Yami no Bakura urged, running his hands up and down Yugi's legs. "I'm waiting."
Yugi had to move back to reach the zipper on Yami no Bakura's pants. Yami no Bakura let Yugi do all the work, tugging down the pants. It was nothing Yugi hadn't seen before but for some reason the whole action seemed daunting to him.
The Yami was the picture of patience. "Well?"
And then with Yugi crouched between Yami no Bakura's legs, he leaned down, hands on either side of Bakura's upper thighs. Then Yugi began the motions that normally drove him wild. It was odd, hard, from this angle, giving certainly required different skills than taking. But Yugi tried to repeat all the motions that Yami no Bakura had done so many times on him before. And Yami no Bakura's breath increased, he must have been enjoying the experience. It was going well until Yugi got a little too enthusiastic and gagged himself.
"If I could make a suggestion…" Yami no Bakura rose. Humiliated Yugi obeyed as Yami no Bakura's urged Yugi to kneel on the floor as he himself sat up on the edge of the couch. "That might be easier," he said before grabbing a couple fiery kisses from Yugi's mouth before the guy returned to his work between Yami no Bakura's legs. The angle was certainly easier to work with. Yugi got used to the motions and continued more fervently than before. And Yami no Bakura in his turn, arched his back, moaned, while running his hands through Yugi's hair.
Yami no Bakura's body was hot. Almost too much for Yugi to contain, but he continued his duty. He wanted this, he wanted to do something for Yami no Bakura that was entirely by his craft. So Yugi ignored his human limitations. Then suddenly Yami no Bakura grabbed Yugi's head in both hands and tore him away from his progress. Yugi was shocked but understood as soon as Yami no Bakura grabbed a tissue from the coffee table and finished.
Yugi panted. "You didn't have to… I could have handled it."
"Yes, I'm sure." Yami no Bakura was done with the tissue and so threw it away in the trashcan.
Yugi tried to keep a pout from his lips. "I could have handled it."
Yami no Bakura's eyes went unnaturally wide. "Could you have?" And he took Yugi by the shoulders.
Yugi struggled as he was thrown onto the couch again, Yami no Bakura's mostly naked body on top of him. "I will next time," Yugi said firmly.
He felt the vibrations of Yami no Bakura's chuckle throughout his body. "How confident you've become these last few weeks."
Yugi would have protested more but it was Yami no Bakura's turn and he made up for all Yugi had done and more. Yugi was mess of hot, squirming feeling under his hands. Did Yami no Bakura feel like this when Yugi had did the same for him? Yugi hoped so. It was hard to measure himself someone who had done so much, who was so wise and powerful… Yugi gasped, his fingers clawing at the couch fabric for support. Everything Yami no Bakura did was so deliberate, masterful.
Would his Yami… if he had had a body of his own… have been as good as Yami no Bakura? No probably not, their situations shouldn't be compared. It was in fact impossible to compare…
Yugi had to leave his thoughts soon after this. The rush of his body left no room for thinking. And in the end Yami no Bakura outdid him as he always did.
Yami no Bakura was wiping his mouth with a tissue, sweaty hair sticking to his face. Yugi finally got enough breath back into his lungs to pull himself off the couch.
"I should say you enjoyed that one," Yami no Bakura's face split into a grin. And he was back up on the couch again, arms pulling Yugi closer. They were not done. No, now that they had all night there was no need to rush. No sneaking around, no secrets. Everyone knew. Yet as Yugi climbed up into his lap for another round of endless kisses, he knew a night really wasn't that long at all.
"Bakura…" Yugi pealed his lips away. But their heads were together, forehead to forehead. Breath was life.
Yami no Bakura grunted in response, hands capturing Yugi's hands.
"I was good, right? I didn't too bad of a job…?" Yugi grew warm with embarrassment. He shouldn't ask something so trivial. Yami no Bakura would surely just brush it off.
But he didn't. And the hands that had captured Yugi's squeezed and that was all reassurance that they needed.
Than Yami no Bakura inhaled. "You're right. We're both thinking too much."
Yugi broke away to look into Yami no Bakura's face. "What?"
Yami no Bakura turned to reach for his shirt.
"Hey," Yugi grabbed Yami no Bakura's face. "I didn't mean that we should stop. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. I'm fine, really!"
But Yami no Bakura silenced him with a look. "No. You're not fine. And neither am I."
"But that's not going to change," Yugi argued. "We… after Yami no Malik attacked us…"
"Yes," Yami no Bakura agreed. And his mouth twitched almost into a smirk. "I wanted in you. And you were begging to be taken."
Yugi was a fury of blush. "I'm ready."
"Not now." Yami no Bakura said, and there was no more amusement on his face.
"Why not?" Yugi demanded. He was wrestling the shirt out of Bakura's hands. He didn't want them to end here! Just because of a stupid question!
Yami no Bakura shoved Yugi's hands away. "I don't want to."
Yugi was hit by those words. He watched as Yami no Bakura pulled back on his shirt. "I was bad then, was I?" Yugi asked, squeezing his ribs.
Yami no Bakura gave Yugi one of his ancient looks. "No. Stop freaking out."
Yugi huffed. "I'm not—" then he chocked. What? Yugi touched his face. He was crying. He couldn't stop. Grief coated his throat. "But I'm not…" He gasped for air. But he had been fine two seconds ago... why was he suddenly cryingg?
Yami no Bakura grabbed his lover, tugged him over the couch cushions. His arms bond Yugi to his chest. As though bracing him…
And even though they hadn't said anything, and Yugi did not know what could have possibly trigger it, sobs fought their way out of Yugi's chest. He was hiccupping sorrow against Yami no Bakura's chest. And he couldn't stop. The sorrow seemed at that moment endless. And he couldn't stop. Yami no Bakura let him wail, arms tight, face immovable.
After a bit Yugi sniffed back the sorrow enough to pull his tear-drenched face away from Yami no Bakura's chest. "How did you know…?" He looked up into his lover's face for answers.
Yami no Bakura said nothing. But Yugi got it. Yami no Bakura felt it too. The inner sorrow that was echoing out from his soul, like it was ripping him in two.
"It's official now," Yami no Bakura said.
Yugi gulped. He knew what the Yami was talking about. There was no turning back. Never again could they consider a life with only their other halves. Yugi had gone too far now to ask his Yami to live only for him. This relationship with Yami no Bakura renounced any chance of Yugi and his Yami being one and only true to each other. It was the same for Yami no Bakura and his precious Yadonushi.
Yugi sniffed and touched Yami no Bakura's face. "You can cry too, if you want. I won't tell anyone."
Yami no Bakura's frown deepened. "I'll deal with my grief my way."
Yugi nodded. He had asked too much.
"I want you to only think of me when we're together," Yami no Bakura said.
Yugi released a smile. "Yeah. Me too."
"So not tonight," Yami no Bakura decided. "We'll have sex. But not now."
Yugi reached for Yami no Bakura's head with both hands. "I still get you for the whole night. Don't you forget."
Yami no Bakura met his eye and Yugi, like he was young and naïve again, trembled.
"I won't forget," the Yami said, his mouth stretched. "You were the one who asked for all of this. You have no one to blame but yourself."
Yugi wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand. "I could always try to blame you."
Yami no Bakura was very not amused.
"I'm joking," Yugi giggle. After his cry, his emotions felt raw. "I can't blame anyone, you know that. Not you." Never Yami no Bakura. He was too important.
"Yes," Yami no Bakura bit the word. But he seemed to have forgiven Yugi when he slipped an arm under his lover's legs. "We're taking a shower now."
"Together?" Yugi squeaked as he was lifted swiftly into the air. "But we won't fit! Bakura-kun's shower is so small."
"Hmm…" Yami no Bakura bit Yugi's ear. "Very small." And with his black eyes alight with wickedness, Yami no Bakura swung his lover over his shoulder like a prize and carried him off to the bathroom.
THE END
THE END??? But how could that be?? Didn't I just start this thing? NO? Damn. What am I to do now…?
MUSE: write a sequel?
What a marvelous idea!! I think I'll do that!
YUGI and YAMI NO BAKURA: FUCK!
Fuck is right! More depressing shit it totally what I need! HOORAY! But this time I think I'll have a new protagonist, to tell this story from a fresh new angle…
YUGI: Phew.
How about Atemu A.K.A. Mr. Yami?
YAMI: Fuck.
Fuck is right! Who knows how many more love-hexagons I will create! Hooray for Muses!
MUSE: *brushes shoulders off*
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