A/N: Is this it? The last chapter? No, it's not. But we're pretty damn close! What's going to happen? Not even I know. So let's go for it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my plots and OC's.

Chapter 12: We'll Be Happy, Won't We? -- Yami

We are close to one another and I can feel that you are, finally, happy. The way you rest against me, fitting perfectly inside the hold of my arms, it shows me that this was always the way it was supposed to be. I do love you. I never got over you. Not for a single minute. Because you are my hikari, my other half, the light in my shadows, and I know that nothing will ever change that. I could date a thousand Adams, run to the other side of the world, and never would I find someone who fit so well within my heart. I kiss your neck and you hum with pleasure.

"Come with me to Egypt."

"Hmm?"

"You heard me little one. Come back with me."

"Isn't it hot there?" you say quietly, not even moving, only whispering.

"Yes, but you'll live. And you can still write and we can be together."

"The shop," you mutter, not really thinking. I don't know where you are right now.

"We'll sell it. Sell the house. Sell the furniture. We can do this."

"I know...I know we can."

"So come with me."

"My friends..."

"Will be your friends if you move to the moon, aibou, you know that." You nod and sigh, finally opening your eyes and looking at me.

"Does it ever get cool in the desert?"

"Yes."

"Well, I suppose I could learn to live with it."

"Really?" I ask, my heart not even daring to believe it just yet.

"I think it's time for a change."

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No one is happy with your decision. They make that very clear. Though all your friends like me, losing you is not something they want to do.

"This isn't the way it was supposed to be," Tea says angrily. "You were supposed to stay for a couple weeks, help Yugi, and go. Not drag him back into this, this, this thing you two have going!"

"It's not his fault," you say quietly. "I want to go. I-"

"Yug, you can't be serious," Joey says, leaning across the kitchen table in your house. You've invited them there to tell them you'll be leaving when you sell the house and the shop. Only Tristan seems to make any sense out of it all.

"If this is what Yugi wants then we have to respect him. We always knew they would come together again. You said it yourself, Tea. Both of you did. We've all known this is the way it's supposed to be. Who are we to stop or misjudge it?" Tea shakes her head.

"Yugi, do you really want this?"

"Yes." You stand. "I'm not dying. I'm not going to abandon anyone. I'm going to Egypt. I'm starting over. Can't you see that?" he asks, taking her hand. "Please, try to understand." She cries. I knew she would. Told you we should just fly back and say nothing. But that would be wrong and we both know it. Tea's tears finally stop and she looks to us, through us, it almost seems.

"You really are going to do this, aren't you?" You nod. She straightens up "Well, you'll need a proper realtor, first of all. You'll need to arrange to have anything sent over to Cairo now so you don't have so much to do when the house sells." She is planning, listing, getting into this. She comments that Egypt wasn't fun the last time they were there, that now it'll be worth the trip ever more. Joey and Tristan concur, but still, no one is happy about it. It doesn't seem to bother you that much. You just keep looking at me, like you're expecting it all to vanish. I do, too. I can't really believe you're moving back with me. I know it will be a while, but it's really going to happen.

That night, I hear you fighting with your mother. I had hearing you so angry and I try to tune it out, but you voice carries all over the house.

"I don't give a damn what you think's going to happen in ten years....I told you that's not how it was! Well I guess you're not getting any fucking grandkids, are you? No mother I do mean that. I mean it more than anything. Dad doesn't feel this way. He thinks it's a great idea. Yeah well, maybe that's why you two aren't together anymore. I'll say whatever I want about it, I'm not a child anymore. I'm not hiding behind the sofa while you two fight and scream at each other and think I don't understand. I'm in love and I know what it means to lose someone over and over again. So just back off, alright?" You hang up the phone and storm into the room.

"That went well."

"Shut up," you snap, tossing the phone at me and collapsing onto the bed. "God, she's a bitch." I laugh. "Well it's true."

"I've never met your father."

"Oh man, he loves you. Like, LOVES you. I'm not really sure why. I mean, he just thinks you're the shit."

"The shit?"

"It's a term of endearment, trust me."

"Always, aibou. I always trust you."

"I love you, " you say turning and burying your head in my shirt. I gently place my hands behind you head and kiss you.

"We're going to be happy."

"We are, aren't we?" you ask. I can feel sleep falling over you. You're tired. Your mother has worn you down.

"Yes, aibou. We really are."

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"I'll be there soon. Hopefully."

"As long as you come back to me," I whisper as we stand in the airport.

"I could never go too far." You smile and kiss me. Push me to the gate. Just like you did. Cram your hands in your pockets and nod. "Go! You'll miss your flight."

"I'll call you." You wink and laugh.

"You better." I turn away from you, knowing it won't be long until we share a bed once more. I'm not worried that you won't come back to me. That you'll change your mind and stay. I know you won't. Because this is how it's supposed to be. I'd stay in the city with you, but you said no way. That the desert is where I belong and it must be where you belong as well. It has to be. Your grandfather loved the desert. It's in your blood, you tell me. You'll be better off in the sands and wind. I know you're right. You always called me the desert creature, but in truth, we are both just scarab beetles.