Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! nor its characters. I also do not profit from this work of fiction.

A/N: I got really tired of staring at this horrendous chapter. Nothing more I can do. Sorry it's so bad. Enjoy. (Important author's note at the end.)

Chapter Summary: As Yuugi walks home, he ventures down Memory Lane and his past refuses to let him be.

Warning: Non-consensual kiss.

Chapter 13: New Wings

From Atemu:

Hey, it's Atemu. Juudai likes to tease
a lot, so if you ever want to shut him
up, just ask him about Yuusei. It
distracts him.

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Looking at the message on his phone, Yuugi sighed. He had read it about twenty times in the last half hour and he would probably read it twenty times more before the hour was over. As soon as he had received the text, he had saved the number, staring at the blank contact picture and itching to ask Atemu for a one to fill the empty slot. He had replied long ago, but Atemu had not texted back. Placing his head in his hand, Yuugi set the phone on the counter he had finished cleaning a long while ago. He flicked the screen to scroll down to his reply.

.

To Atemu:

Thanks for the tip. Sure I'll be using it.
Sorry about my ex.

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Flicking back up to the message Atemu had sent, Yuugi sighed again.

"What are you sighing about?"

Looking up from his phone, Yuugi blushed before abruptly grabbing and stuffing the device into his pocket. Turning around, he saw Jounouchi standing just a couple of feet away, arms crossed and staring him down. Yuugi tried to act nonchalant as his friend gave him a suspicious look.

"Nothing," Yuugi said with a shrug, "are we done here? I want to get home and collapse on the couch."

Humming, Jounouchi tilted his head to the side, considerate.

"Well," he said, "Juudai finished with the kitchen and I already locked up the office. Just need to take the leftovers over." He gave Yuugi a searching look, but after a moment, he shook his head and uncrossed his arms, motioning to the door. "Go ahead and head home, Yuugi. The kid and I can handle the delivery."

"No, I can go –"

"Yuugi, really, you don't have to come," Jounouchi pressed.

"But –"

"Go home," Jounouchi snapped and Yuugi abruptly stepped back against the counter, eyes wide. Silence followed and when Jounouchi realized what he had done, he sighed, looking away. Reaching up a hand, he rubbed at his temples, expression pained as though he were fighting off a headache. From behind him, Juudai emerged from the kitchen, smiling and oblivious. He stopped and looked at Yuugi before his gaze went to Jounouchi.

"Hey guys," he chirped, "what's crackin'?"

Slowly, Juudai took in the situation, glancing between his two bosses. Smile vanishing, he opened his mouth to speak before abruptly closing it and slinking back into the kitchen without a word. Jounouchi turned to watch him go before looking back to Yuugi.

"Sorry," he said, "I'm just pissed that that creep was here … again."

"Tell me how you really feel," Yuugi said morosely. His mood was immediately shot; even the memory of the man was enough to bring a phantom ache to his heart.

"When are you going to tell him to fuck off?" Jounouchi asked, "You know he's only here to make you miserable again. That thing earlier? That was him trying to goad the kid into a fight, you know that?"

"What?"

"Yeah," Jounouchi said, "Siegfried knows how against violence you are. Hell, you're the only reason I never beat his ass. If Atemu had decked him, how would that have made you feel?" Raising his eyebrows, Jounouchi waited for the information to sink in. He watched as Yuugi's surprised face turned pale and he nodded pointedly. He said, "He knows there's something between you and Atemu and he's trying to mess it up."

Sighing dejectedly, Yuugi nodded. He had known – he had known Siegfried would try something.

"What do you want me to do?" Yuugi asked tiredly, "I don't know what to do."

"Tell him," Jounouchi said with a slight growl in his throat, "to fuck off." With that, he walked up to the counter and grabbed the flowers lying next to the register. Holding them out to Yuugi, he used his other hand to untie Yuugi's apron. And before Yuugi could protest, Jounouchi had pulled it off and pressed the flowers into his arms. "Go home, Yuugi. Talk to Ryou or something. I don't want the guys at the shelter to see you like this … you're starting to look like my dad."

Taking the flowers, Yuugi looked up in confusion and Jounouchi looked away from him when he spoke.

"Miserable," he said and retreated to the kitchen without a glance back.

x x x

As Yuugi walked home, his mind was elsewhere. All he could think of was Jounouchi's parting words as he went down sidewalks and crossed streets. The flowers were held securely against his chest, the plastic crinkling with every step he took. He looked miserable? Yuugi did not doubt it. With Siegfried out, acting like Godzilla and trying to tear down the buildings of Yuugi's life, it was hard not to feel miserable. Especially when all he could think about was the way he had been so easily thrown aside.

.

Heart in his throat, Yuugi looked up at the door before him. He had been standing there for a good half hour, contemplating what he was doing. In his hands was a small container filled with lemon squares. As soon as he had decided to come, he had grown increasingly nervous and fretful. He had proceeded to bake until he had run out of ingredients. Currently, every inch of his kitchen counters were filled with chocolate eclairs, peach tarts, a raspberry cheesecake, devil's food cake, coconut macaroons, and macadamia nut cookies. His sink was filled with soaking pans, bowls, and utensils. When he returned, Yuugi suspected he would spend the rest of his day cleaning his kitchen.

It had been an entire week since he had walked in on his boyfriend and his friend making out in the classroom. Afterwards, Yuugi arrived at his apartment, feeling slightly dazed, only to be bombarded by a wave of "Surprise!"; all of their friends shouting into his face. When they realized Siegfried was not with Yuugi, they interrogated him. Question after question was thrown at him, slipping into his numb mind and leaving without a trace of recognition. It was only when his best friend noticed his silence that Jounouchi demanded that everyone back off, leading Yuugi away from the party and into his bedroom.

"Is he going to show up?" Jounouchi asked once they were alone. It was the only question that mattered at the moment.

"No," Yuugi said softly. But before Jounouchi could leave the room to send everyone home, Yuugi spoke again. "Could you make sure everyone leaves with a plate?" He looked in Jounouchi's general direction before moving to sit on his bed, knees weak. "I don't want it all to go to waste," he said, "I would help, but I think I need to sit down."

"You're already sitting down, Yuugi," Jounouchi said gently.

"Oh," Yuugi said, "right."

"Stay in here," Jounouchi said, "I'll come back when they're gone."

After that, Jounouchi had taken care of everything. He had sent people home with party plates full of food and a vague excuse. Yuugi had never learned exactly what Jounouchi had told the party goers when they had asked for the birthday boy.

Meanwhile, Yuugi spent those first couple of days in confusion and oddly absent from his own mind. He cleaned up after a party that had never happened, but had somehow still created a mess. He pulled down streamers and popped balloons; he did what needed to be done, but he did not recall in exact detail what it was he had been doing. However, as soon as he had finished putting out the last of the garbage, the fact that he had been cheated on finally sank in and he spent the following days holed up in bed, feeling empty and unable to do much but go to the bathroom when his bladder refused to hold it any longer. It was then Yuugi realized that Siegfried had not called or even texted. She had, but Yuugi had not answered her calls or her texts. He was not ready. Instead, he had stared at his phone for hours, hoping his boyfriend would call and beg for forgiveness.

As far as Yuugi knew, that was what cheaters were supposed to do after being caught. They came around with roses and chocolates, repentant and asking for second chances. They promised not to do it again, even though they would; Yuugi knew this. Yet, there was no Siegfried, no flowers, no chocolates, and no sign that he even had a boyfriend.

The days continued to pass without a word from Siegfried. Yuugi had been upset at first, but then he realized that he could always go to Siegfried. So after a night of staring at the wall and when the sun had risen high enough, Yuugi got out of bed and showered the stink of dejection from his body. He brushed his hair, sprayed on Siegfried's favorite cologne, and wore the pants that his boyfriend liked best. After that, he had grown nervous and worried about what would happen and turned to his kitchen for help.

But there was no more time for thinking or worrying. Yuugi was right outside Siegfried's apartment and ready to try and fix whatever had gone wrong in his relationship. So with a deep breath, Yuugi knocked on the door and waited, heart rapidly beating in his chest. When the door opened, Yuugi's stomach churned with anxiety.

"What are you doing here, Yuugi?"

Leaning a shoulder against the doorjamb, dressed in a suit of his signature rose color, Siegfried von Shroider was the very picture of calm. With an elegant swipe of his hand, he flipped his long rose-colored hair behind him before moving his hand into his pocket where he pulled out a silver pocket watch. Glancing down at it, he hummed before looking up and nodding.

"I have time," he said, "what did you need?"

Standing, eerily calm on the doorstep of Siegfried's penthouse (one of his many residences), Yuugi looked up at his boyfriend, feeling so very confused.

"You haven't called," he said, unsure.

"Yes," Siegfried acknowledged with a nod, "that's what happens after a breakup, Yuugi."

"A b-breakup?" Yuugi said and his voice wavered, gut clenching. He felt like he was about to be ill. "We d-d – we haven't even talked about what happened."

"Well, what happened," Siegfried said with a shrug, "was pretty clear to us both. Did you need anything else?"

"An explanation?" Yuugi said, bewildered, "an apology? Siegfried, I don't understand –"

"There is nothing to understand, little bird," Siegfried interrupted with a wave of his hand. Tucking his pocket watch away, he reached out and gently cupped Yuugi's face. "I got bored and found someone to entertain me. It's nothing personal."

And it was like his heart had been sucked into the garbage disposal and the switch thrown. Yuugi winced at the words, fighting the tears that had been threatening to emerge since day one. He felt like he could not breathe, like he had just been stabbed with a very rusty blade, grinding into his chest without mercy.

"'Nothing personal'?" Yuugi echoed and his voice sounded hollow to his ears, "Siegfried, I'm your boyfriend and you ch-cheated on me."

Straightening, Siegfried took Yuugi's face with both hands and pulled him close.

"It was fun while it lasted," he whispered with a tender caress to Yuugi's cheek, "but it's over. You're still cute, someone else will come along and you'll do your part and keep their bed nice and warm. Maybe you stay together, maybe he gets bored and finds someone new. You move on." Pressing his lips to Yuugi's cheek, Siegfried smiled, but it was cold and barren of emotion. "Like this. Now, excuse me, but I cannot keep my guest waiting. We're off to my villa."

"Mai," Yuugi whispered brokenly as Siegfried moved away and Siegfried laughed.

"Oh, no, my sweet tart. She wasn't very happy about the whole infidelity thing," he chuckled and waved a hand, "go home, Yuugi." And as he made to close the door, Yuugi's heart panicked and leapt in his chest.

"Siegfried, wait," he pleaded and the man paused, turning a pitying look upon Yuugi that he refused to acknowledge, "I-I still – I love you."

"No, baby bird," Siegfried said and he smiled, but it was nothing more than condescending, "you don't." He made to shut the door once more, but then he paused and took the container from Yuugi's weak hold. "Ah," he said, "are these for me?" He hummed with pleasure. "Thank you, I'm sure we'll enjoy them. And don't worry. I'll have your stuff collected and sent to you." With a dismissive wave, he shut the door and Yuugi stood there, feeling lower than dirt.

Taking a ragged breath, he turned and made his way down the bright hall, to the elevator. With a shaky hand, he missed the button on the wall three times before he was finally able to press it. When the carriage dinged and the doors opened, Yuugi stumbled inside, bracing his back on the side wall. His legs felt numb, like they would give out on him at any second. It took him a few seconds before he reached out a hand and pressed the button for the lobby. And, after holding it in the entire week, he barely held it together long enough for the doors to close. Only then did Yuugi finally let himself cry.

.

"Hello, baby bird."

Startled out of his thoughts, Yuugi spun around at the voice, eyes widening at the sight of his ex-boyfriend. Siegfried was leaning against the driver's door of a red Ferrari, a bouquet of roses in hand. He said, "You're finally alone."

"S-Siegfried," Yuugi breathed. Looking around, he took in his surroundings. He was shocked to find he was right outside of his apartment building. It was in a gated community, only accessible if you had a code. Turning back to Siegfried, Yuugi frowned. "What are you doing here? How did you even know where I live?"

"Give me some credit, sweetheart," Siegfried said, raising the bouquet to the air, "And what else? Making amends."

"'Amends'," Yuugi said and his stomach twisted unpleasantly, "if you're looking for forgiveness, you might as well leave. I don't have anything to say to you." He turned to go, but soon found his bicep caught and he was turned back around. Yuugi was about to rip his arm away when Siegfried spoke again.

"I screwed up, Yuugi," and for once, Siegfried did not sound like his usual arrogant self. He had dropped all regal pretense, his voice sounded winded and frustrated, nothing like his usual cold, aloof calm. Looking up at him, Yuugi saw that it was not only his voice that was different. Siegfried looked almost pained, brow creased, jaw tight, and that struck Yuugi as most unusual. This was not the Siegfried he knew. "I really screwed up," he said, "I know that."

Regardless of whatever change had come over the man, Yuugi wanted nothing to do with it. Falling in love with Siegfried a second time was not what he wanted. He refused to end up in that situation again. But as he tried to pull away, Siegfried's hold on his arm tightened.

"Hear me out," he pleaded and Yuugi closed his eyes, knowing he was going to regret it if he stayed. He had once loved Siegfried more than anything, and Yuugi feared that a small part of that remained. However, even though he knew nothing good could come from a talk with Siegfried, Yuugi did not attempt to leave again. Taking a deep breath he listened to the small voice in his heart that bade him to stay and he opened his eyes, sighing before directing his attention back to his ex.

"Yes," Yuugi said, "you screwed up. And you – you broke my heart, Siegfried."

"I know, baby bird," Siegfried said, and Yuugi's heart squeezed in his chest at the old endearment. He had not heard it in years. He watched Siegfried close his eyes with a grimace before he opened them once more, "if I could undo it, I would … but I can't. I completely blew it, my love. But she was throwing herself at me – I was helpless! What did you expect me to do?"

His words were like a shower of freezing water to his entire being and Yuugi let out a disbelieving scoff.

"Oh, I don't know," Yuugi said sarcastically, "maybe remember that I was your boyfriend and not cheat on me?" He huffed and pulled his arm from Siegfried's grip. He was a fool to believe Siegfried's words for even a moment. "You're not a moron, Siegfried," Yuugi sighed, "You knew exactly what you were doing. And I was willing to fix things! But you threw the door on my face." Unable to look at Siegfried any longer, Yuugi turned his head away. His heart hurt and it was like that day all over again. He shook his head; he was not going back there. "Just leave me alone," he whispered, "I've moved on … you should too."

He turned to go and only took two steps before he was grabbed again and yanked back. The roses fell to the cement with barely a rustle, discarded. Seizing him tightly by his shoulders, Siegfried pulled Yuugi close.

"How can I move on," Siegfried hissed, "when I fucked up the only good thing in my life? Yuugi, I love you."

Eyes wide, it took a couple of seconds for Yuugi to react. The words were like ice in his veins, painful yet somehow numbing. Still, Siegfried's words were a painful reminder of his own confession years ago. Hearing them tossed back into his face so easily, after yearning for them for so long, felt like an insult. He shoved away from Siegfried and his heart ached like it had back then. It hurt and it wrenched in his chest, twisting painfully. Before he knew it, Yuugi could feel the tears escaping from the corners of his eyes. He wiped at them irately.

"Are you kidding me?" Yuugi said incredulously, "how d-dare you come back into my life, Siegfried – how d-dare" – Yuugi winced at his stutter, but barreled on – "you tell me you love me? You cheated on me! You don't do that to someone you love! And you don't come back years later, looking for forgiveness after the fact!" With a flustered laugh, Yuugi ran a ragged hand through his hair. He could not believe this was happening to him. It was like he was the tragic lovelorn star in a crappy telenovela and the comparison almost made him laugh hysterically. Yuugi wondered when this would end; he wondered when exactly this horrible chapter of his life would come to a close. Siegfried was his past; Yuugi had thought this long forgotten about and buried, but there was Siegfried, digging it all back up again.

"You have no right," Yuugi said, "to even think that I'd consider going back to you after what you did to me. You say you screwed up?" Yuugi picked up the roses Siegfried had dropped and shoved them back into his arms. "Live with it," he said, voice trembling, "live with it like I had to live with the knowledge that I wasn't g-good enough for you – that you had to go look somewhere else to satisfy your selfish needs" – stepping back, Yuugi clung tightly to the bouquet of tulips and lavender, like his very life depended on it – and perhaps it did – "leave me alone, Siegfried. I mean it!"

Turning on his heel, Yuugi started to walk away. He was absolutely done with everything that involved Siegfried. He was done putting himself through the wringer over a man who hurt him years ago. But before he could get very far, Siegfried called out to him.

"The Yuugi I loved knew how to forgive," he said and Yuugi stopped walking, "he had a big heart and he always gave second chances." There were footsteps on the pavement and Siegfried came around to stand before him, face gentle and solemn. "I fucked up before," he said, "but if you give me a second chance, you won't regret it." Carefully, he placed the roses in Yuugi's arms and took hold of his face, eyes softer than Yuugi had ever seen them, almost shining.

Then he was pressing his lips to Yuugi's, kissing him. His lips were hard, unyielding, and forceful. It was nothing like Atemu and nothing Yuugi wanted. He was startled by his realization then. He had become so frantic, losing his head over Siegfried's return, making the man into a bigger monster than he was. But it was clear now that Siegfried was just a man. A petty man that had blinded him with his flashy lifestyle and pretty words; a man that no longer held any power over him. Suddenly, it was as if he had finally come out of a thick fog, clearheaded after wandering, lost for so long.

He had thought, for a fleeting moment upon seeing Siegfried again, that there was a possibility for them to get together and renew their past romance. There had been a small part of him holding on to the those feelings from the past, almost nostalgic. But now, faced with the choice, Yuugi knew he did not want Siegfried; he wanted Atemu and only Atemu. At the thought of the teenager, Yuugi felt ill and violated. Siegfried had no right to kiss him. He had no right to touch Yuugi. Angry, Yuugi shoved Siegfried away, stepping back to glare at him.

"No!" Yuugi said, "I'm done with you." He ripped from Siegfried's arms then, breathing hard. "You don't get a second chance."

Surprised, Siegfried stared at him before clenching his jaw.

"It's that fucking brat from earlier, isn't it?" he snarled, but Yuugi said nothing. "What could he possibly give you that I couldn't? He's nothing –"

He's no-not nothing and h-his," Yuugi's face creased as he stuttered, shaking his head as he plowed on; he was infuriated by Siegfried's insults for Atemu and he refused to tolerate them, "his n-name is Atemu! He's more of a man th-than you c-c-c –" Biting his tongue, Yuugi let out a frustrated growl. He took a deep breath. "More than you will ever be!"

"'More than I'll ever be'?" Siegfried snorted, "That snot-nosed child is who you're going to choose? Really?"

"St-t-top insulting him!" Yuugi shouted, breathing deeply to try and regain his bearings. If he continued to stutter like he was, he would lose his cool and become a mess.

"He doesn't deserve you!" Siegfried snapped, "Open your eyes, Yuugi. He's a kid! Kids like him don't know the first thing about relationships. You're really going to entrust your heart to him?"

Yuugi took a deep breath.

"I entrusted it to you," Yuugi said quietly, "and you broke it."

"I hurt you," Siegfried said and he was no longer yelling. He brushed his hair back from his face, taking a deep breath. Slowly, Siegfried calmed himself and it was almost like watching a bird composing its ruffled feathers. His voice lowered to a whisper. "You don't know how much I hate myself for it." He moved closer, reaching out a hand to caress Yuugi's cheek. "I was a fool, little bird –"

"D-don't call me that," Yuugi said, tearing his face away from Siegfried's touch, "I'm not your baby bird. N-not anymore."

"Yuugi, I need you," Siegfried said, and he sounded urgent, "I just need one more chance. I won't screw up this time."

"I can't," Yuugi said, shaking his head, "I can't, Siegfried."

"Yuugi –"

"I d-don't love you," Yuugi interrupted, brow furrowed, "I'm not trying to hurt you. I just don't love you anymore. I'm sorry." Sighing, Yuugi took the roses and handed them back to Siegfried. With a pleading look Yuugi said, "Can't you understand that?" He then turned and started walking. He could no longer stand to be in Siegfried's presence.

"Yuugi wait," Siegfried said and Yuugi paused, sighing. Turning, he shook his head.

"Siegfried, you need to stop," he said. Walking over to him, Siegfried held out the roses and Yuugi shook his head again. "No," he said.

"Please take them," Siegfried said, eyes somber and hurt, "I bought them for you. It'd be a shame for them to go to waste like this." He moved them closer and Yuugi stared at the flowers, hesitant. "You refused me, I get it," Siegfried said, "if you want that … that guy, it's fine. As long as you're happy, it's fine."

"Do you mean that?" Yuugi asked carefully, "Or is this another one of your tricks?"

"Perhaps it was," Siegfried sighed, "too much to expect you to forgive me." He looked at Yuugi with longing and sadness, an expression Yuugi did not want to trust in. "I'm sorry, Yuugi. This isn't a trick. I need you back in my life and if I must start all over again in winning you, I will."

"Siegfried –"

"The Yuugi I loved," Siegfried interrupted, "always had more than enough room in his heart to forgive and forget. He had hope. Find that again to trust in my good intentions." He held out the flowers once more and Yuugi reluctantly took them. "Trust me, Yuugi, I'm not here to hurt you again. I love you."

He leaned in again, placing a kiss to Yuugi's cheek. Pulling back, Siegfried looked at him with a tender smile, but the averse feeling within Yuugi only grew, along with his disgust. After a moment, Siegfried's smile vanished and Yuugi suspected that his feelings were plain on his face. A solemn expression took over Siegfried and with a disbelieving huff of a laugh, he whispered, "You don't believe me, but I do love you, little bird."

There was no nostalgic pain this time.

Before Yuugi could react, Siegfried was sliding into his Ferrari, zipping out of the parking lot, and gone in the blink of an eye. And he was left standing before his apartment building with two bouquets of abused flowers and a confused hollow feeling in his chest.

x x x

"Oh, someone's popular. Who're the flowers from?" asked Ryou cheerily after Yuugi walked in the door. He was puttering around the kitchen, fixing something to eat. The scent of cooking meat was in the air and Yuugi ventured into the kitchen space without an answer. Ryou looked up from where he was chopping celery on the counter and concern flashed in his eyes. His smile evaporated and his brow furrowed. "Yuugi?"

Placing the tulips carefully on the table, Yuugi stared at the roses in his hands. His gaze was almost vacant and his hands were trembling. But after a moment, Yuugi's expression hardened and his hand clenched around the bouquet. Abruptly, he took a deep breath and walked over to the trashcan, dropping the bouquet inside it.

Without a word, Ryou cast a nervous glance to the tulips on the table. He tensed when Yuugi made his way back to them, wiping at his eyes stubbornly. But instead of grabbing them like he had the roses, Yuugi took them with careful hands and cradled them against his chest. He took a deep breath then, as though trying to calm himself.

"Do we own any vases?" Yuugi asked quietly, "Atemu gave me these."

"The roses were from Siegfried," was left unsaid, but Ryou understood like he always did. Dropping what he was doing, he turned the flames on the stove low, leaving the food to simmer.

"Let's find one," Ryou said softly as he began to search for a vase. Yuugi would talk when he was ready. He only hoped that they had enough comfort food available.

x x x

They were in the middle of dinner when Yuugi finally spoke. Ryou had waited patiently for it. He had helped Yuugi find a makeshift vase (a large plastic cup from the gasoline station at the very back of the cupboard), and cut off the ends of the flowers at an angle. He had not wanted to let Yuugi hold any type of sharp object. His silence unnerved Ryou, and Yuugi, by his blank expression, did not even seen to be home. Seeing that, he had not wanted to risk his friend injuring himself by accident. Fortunately, Yuugi had not protested, seemingly too tired to argue.

In fact, Yuugi had not attempted to do anything. He had stood, looking exhausted and stressed until Ryou sat him down at the table and continued cooking in silence. He had, at some point, suggested a bath, but Yuugi had not responded. His roommate had not said a word until now.

"He was waiting for me outside," Yuugi said and Ryou put down his spoon. He made to stand, but Yuugi waved him back down. "If you're going for the ice cream, don't bother. My stomach hurts just thinking about it." He sighed. "He told me he loved me, kissed me without my consent, got angry over Atemu – my life is a soap opera." Absently, Yuugi nudged his stew around, leaning his cheek onto his palm. "Ryou," Yuugi said as he gathered a spoonful of stew, "I'm done with Siegfried." He popped the food into his mouth with a tone of finality.

"Not that I'm not glad to hear it," Ryou said, "but what makes you so sure?"

"I have no feelings left for him," Yuugi said simply, "I thought I did, but when he kissed me, the guy I was thinking about wasn't Siegfried. It was Atemu. Can't get any surer than that." He was quiet for a moment before sighing.

"Are you okay?" Ryou asked.

"Not really," Yuugi replied. He rubbed a hand over his face, sighing once more, "I'm pretty tired."

A/N: Do not ask for updates. Thank you.