A/N: Next to last.

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Beyond His Body

Chapter 14

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The cycle of several seasons trickled throughout Domino City; each one harbored a temperature change less desired than the last. It was practically Fall when Yami dispersed and now a cold Spring was nearing its advent. The encroaching change was fitting. All who had been directly touched by the passing ruler's lifestyle and presence had carried on with their lives in separate ways. Devastation had consumed Yügi; what he had inadvertently done weighed his heart and resulted in him distancing himself from everyone. His handful of friends did what they could to offer him comfort, but their sympathy was rendered useless. Not even the time he had spent alone was enough to mend the err among his conscience.

The Ishtars had left no details behind. In fact, no one knew what had happened to them after the tomb collapsed. Only Seto had gotten a few phone calls from Ishizu that pertained solely to business. With Yami and the challenges he offered void from his life, business was mostly all that drove Seto. The only one directly affected by this was Mokuba. From how deeply submerged his big brother had been in things he deemed as "work", Mokuba was indirectly persuaded to go back to Europe to spend time with his girlfriend. He left his brother a note, and boarded another private flight to Europe. He loved Seto, but he thought it best to both get out of his way and to leave him to whatever he was so deeply deluged in working on.

The frigid CEO contained himself to his tasks, inwardly brushing off the passing time after Mokuba left as if it were a speck of dust atop his desk. It was no disrespect towards his only family, but instead an understanding and to allow the two of them to part ways temporarily. His eyes had absorbed countless hours, treating them like minutes and decades simultaneously. His fingers were often in motion within the same rhythm of typing—stuck in looping the same algorithms again and again. Scattered papers of unfinished quadratic formulas lay in scribbled messes beside him. His mind had been rapidly at work unraveling concepts he did not understand in his current life. The last time he could recall drowning the cognitive puzzles in numbers and fragmented code, Yami was in his mansion helping Mokuba with homework. He seemed to mainly do this when unanswerable questions arose, especially when they pertained to Yami.

While it may seem like it, Seto was not in mourning; in fact he was far from it. After Atem's extraction months prior, Seto had pushed on with his life albeit faster than his body language showed. He despised wallowing in the past and felt that doing so was both foolish and weak. He left everything regarding their relationship behind the day they were separated. Yami was out of his life as were the feelings that had surfaced along with him; he was the past and Seto had to let it go. So he did. No regrets. There was no reason to feel sorry or saddened towards something that no longer existed. His thoughts towards Yami as an opponent however remained freshly intact and revered in the highest praise that Seto deemed his only rival deserved.

Regardless of his reaction to Yami's departure, Seto still had a company to run and oversee and nothing would distract him from that. He was in the early conception stages of constructing a learning facility for training elite duelists; a type of dueling academy. It was an idea inspired by his duels with Yami. His influences, his tactics and even his way of life had Seto feel it necessary to build a living shrine to honor the greatest warrior, other than himself, that he had come to know. And appreciate. He planned to obtain Yami's deck from Ishizu so it could be put for all to see once the school was built. All others would be privileged to witness Yami as Seto's best and only rival while he alone would bear the deeper details and the consequences for experiencing them firsthand. No one else knew Yami like he did and not a soul ever will. That alone, was Seto's privilege.

At that moment, the ring of his office phone announced its presence in the room amongst Seto's disquieting musings; its abruption didn't faze him in the least. Without losing any focus on the work in front of him, he answered the interruption on the 2nd ring, "What."

"Seto, I have urgent and unusual news for you," Ishizu's dignified tone revealed on the other end. She almost sounded a bit breathless. Figuring it had to deal with a request he had given, Seto took the matter with lesser interest. "I'm busy. If you found his deck, you know where to ship it. You didn't have to waste time calling."

"It was not only his deck that I was able to uncover, Seto," she informed with an urgent inflection in her delicate voice. The hope it held sprouted an emotion within Seto that he would have preferred to deal without. A sudden chill throbbed into the room and Kaiba gripped the phone receiver tighter than he realized, "What else was there..."

Silence slithered in momentarily before it was disrupted with drops of rustling clothing from the other line. Seto could make out the phrase, "Are you certain?" from Ishizu in a faraway voice as if her hand cupped the speaker and she was addressing someone else.

He didn't have time for this.

"Are you done wasting my time yet?" Seto snipped crisply. He allowed her one more second before hanging up the phone. He cursed to himself, thinking it would have been best to just send the woman a text message or email instead. He resumed his activities, unable to for very long, when his personal cell phone went off. The instrumental chorus of "I Do Apologize" by Jin Snooka resonated into the room, accompanied by the phone's vibration feature in Seto's pocket. He almost didn't recognize the song, let alone remember the call settings of this new device. Mokuba had been the only one to ever hold it, as well as be the only one to ever call nowadays, no matter how scarce. Without needing to check the the call's identity, Seto answered; the wear his work wrought on him was evident in the gruffness of his articulation, "What is it, Mokuba?"

"...Kaiba..." Spoke a weary voice Seto almost did not recognize. Uncertainty thrived in the name from the way it cracked. Its deep vocals certainly did not belong to Mokuba and it struck stilled silence into the one who heard it.

It couldn't be...

"..!" A flurry of emotions flushed through Kaiba all at once; Rage, fear, pain as well as another. The sound of his name tingled his ear with its burn. It traveled down through his heart, into his stomach and there it lingered like a stone. Someone was playing games with him. And as if his thoughts were captured as he conjured them, the voice on the phone addressed Kaiba's skeptical assumptions directly.

"No...this is no game," There was a solemn pause as the speaker drew in a contemplative breath, "I didn't think I would hear your voice again, Kaiba..."

"Where are you," Seto growled through tightened teeth. His own voice became foreign in the demand it carried. He couldn't even believe what he was saying—that he was actually going along with this. This was all a hoax. Yami was forever gone; Seto's beliefs held no place for "ghosts" and he would refuse to accept otherwise...

Another interval interjected between them before an answer was delivered in an uneven croak, "Egypt," A pause settled in, followed by a change in vocal clarity, "Kaiba, you should know Ishizu was the one who-"

Not another word was uttered from the caller. Seto had ended the session with a press of his thumb. Long after doing so, the digit did not move from its placement—even after Seto's hand had begun to tremble. A surly grip clutched his heart and his insides felt as if they were being torqued in a vice. He thoroughly abhorred all that he was feeling in this moment; every emotion that he had fought to keep contained was rapidly gurgling to the surface without cease. His entire body began to tremor, causing his hand to clutch the phone tautly in duress.

After so many months since he had purged his lover's memories from his system- after he had put every day spent with him alone behind him, that man still found a way back to him. From the very grave, the essence of Yami's presence would never release its coil around him—from around his soul. Perhaps, Seto wanted it to be that way without realizing. But the possibility of his only rival still being alive after all this time angered him to violent heights. He felt betrayed by the sheer nonsense of it and questioned what he had been doing with his life. What had Yami been doing with his? Why did he choose to contact him now; at all? Why couldn't he stay buried in the past? How could he still have control in a mind, life and body that wasn't his? It was conflicting and made no sense to Seto. He was too vexed to think and let all his pain erupt without any restraint.

In the blink of an eye, nearly everything atop his desk became a mass of projectiles strewn across the floor. His cell phone still gripped harshly in hand, he glowered at it with racing eyes. A second was all it would take to break it; one second was all that was needed to make it to succumb to what his soul was undergoing right now. But just as that thought plagued him another collided with it, softening his anger to give way to pain. Heart-twisting pain.

There was only one option left and ignoring the situation would do him no justice.

Before the hour concluded, Seto Kaiba had left his office, work, and duties behind to chase after a ghost.

In Egypt.

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Upon his arrival, he located the Arabic linguist, Ishizu, with unbridled haste. He tracked the phone call to a small hotel that appeared as if it were either closing down or preparing to be redesigned. Immediately, he thought of the building possibly falling on him if he went inside. As he stood before it processing what to do, a familiar shade outlined itself along the glass of the entryway doors. In reserved silence, Ishizu emerged; her eyes remained fixed on Kaiba. A shallow wind trespassed betwixt them, daring them to bend to it and ignore the tense situation before them. Neither of them moved. Even if the earth beneath them shook, their gazes would not sever. If this woman was messing with him for any reason, Seto had no idea of the consequences he would unleash on her. But, while she hadn't always been his favorite person in this world, he did have a smidgen of trust towards her and that was more than he gave many others.

"Where is he," Seto breathed; the emotion that welled within him became entrapped in his throat, thinning his voice. A flicker of empathy swept over the woman's face. There was a story that needed to be unraveled in which spoken word alone could not fully explain. In place of it, she slowly lifted a slender finger to identify one of the windows on the 2nd floor. Seto glanced to it briskly, feeling every wisp of breath leave him as its absence filled his lungs with lead. Before he even took notice of it, he had sprinted past Ishizu and into the hotel.

Alone, the subdued woman released a sigh and closed her elegant eyes. Perhaps it was a bad idea to have Seto get his hopes up and come all this way. It was not her idea to contact him initially, but her pharaoh insisted. Even he considered it to be a risky move, but he had went along with it regardless to hear Seto's voice once more...

After the disaster, Ishizu and her brothers were the last to leave the tomb. While they fled, the voice of Shādi happened upon her ears and hers alone. Following his instructions, she had separated from her brethren and retrieved Yami's prone frame. Eventually with her family's help, she ensured her Pharaoh was safely out of harm's way on their shoulders. She had time to collect his deck before the quavering ground swallowed the remains of the tomb. Since that time, several weeks had given birth to multiple months while she cared for the body. Hours bled into days as she chanted spells and scriptures in order to lure his wandering spirit back to its container. She was lucky that Malik had a connection with someone in the hotel business to allow them and them, and a few staff members, to utilize this place privately. Much sweat and concentration were sacrificed in order to complete the incantations, but as long as her Pharaoh lived she had vowed to be loyal to his every need. It was a gratitude exercised through duty over all else. Only a mere week before her most recent call to Seto did her king consume his first drink of air since the day he lost it. He had returned, but still could not move about fully on his own. She still had to feed him, bathe him and coax him into using his voice. Days after that, he was back to himself and full of life—life that he probably should not have obtained. However, he was not ready to expose his return to the others. Until today, but only Kaiba was informed.

With the two of them in the same place, perhaps it was best to leave them to themselves. Her duty was done for now and she had no other reason to linger nearby. With Seto there, she knew her king was well placed in good hands, no matter how rough their reunion may be. Regardless, it was none of her business. With that acceptance in mind Ishizu led herself away from the hotel, containing the very best wishes for them in her heart.

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Upon reaching the 2nd floor, Seto nearly pushed the room door off its hinges as he barreled through it. Every object in the moderately spaced enclosure blurred as his eyes scanned the dwelling in desperation. There was absolutely nothing before him that linked any traces towards Yami. In fact, the room was rather barren and scarcely accommodated. But Seto didn't allow that to hinder his mission. He checked the bathroom; he searched the closets; he found nothing.

Where was he? Why wasn't he here? Did he leave? Why was Seto believing this insanity?

Before the troubled visitor realized, he had gone through every room on that floor. While his thoughts ate away at him, his body moved on auto-pilot, tearing every room upside down and inside out. The elusive man he sought and ached to see was nowhere to be found. At the end of his tremendous waste of time, it was only then that Seto took notice of how ragged and deep his breathing had become. He was completely dismantled and irate beyond what his exhausting form showed. He couldn't give up now. He wasn't able to expel his fury on Yami yet; he had to keep going.

Lifting his heavy eyes towards one of the windows, a bright splash of moonlight pierced his vision. Yet, his widened eyes did not blink; they didn't even flinch. He had been so single-minded with finding Yami that he didn't realize exactly what he was looking at for a good while. Gradually, the sharpness of the celestial light took its toll on him, causing him to shield his eyes. The diversion disarmed him a bit to allow bytes of his sanity to return to him.

The moon.

Outside.

Yami. He had to be there.

Now, Seto knew exactly where to look. The aged wood of the floor whined under his heavy boots as he turned around and dashed towards the nearest exit. Once he reached the area behind the hotel, the descent of rain engulfed him, obstructing his view even more.

Here, his search met its finality—both by Seto having nowhere else to look in addition to elements not yet introduced.

Until now.

"Kaiba...?"

The deep, rich voice was barely audible through the torrent of liquid, but Seto's sensitized ears picked up on it immediately. It was as if the one who spoke it were directly next to him. However, he found no one. He was hearing things now, it seemed. He should have known better than to chase an impossibility. There was nothing here for him. There never was. Now, here he was, looking for an illusion and creating ones of his own.

Foolishness. All of it. He had known better.

The flaps of his trench coat swirled behind him as he turned, his heels grinding into the sodden earth below. As he denied one impracticability, the presence of another caused his eyes to shrink and his breath to cease. The form of his only rival stood before him. Large eyes of crimson greeted him with an intense scrutiny and a clarity the weather could not mask. It was Yami. He was actually there, before him. Those small lips divided to shape a word; Kaiba's name. But due to the sudden shock of witnessing what should not exist, he heard none of it. The echo of the rain was all his ears absorbed in sound and the sight of it dissolved away. All of the world around him assimilated into blurred colors and melted into white nothingness. Only he and one other remained. Just the two of them mattered.

No, this had to be some sort of trick. Seto was losing his mind. Yami was stolen from him months ago. He was hallucinating. This was his own punishment—to imagine every detail of someone close to him only to lose them again from being utterly useless. But he knew he was lying to himself. Try as he may to belittle the situation's genuineness the scene before him was indeed very real.

No communication of any sort transpired between them for a very long expenditure of time. There were no secret messages through the other's passing thoughts as there normally would be. There were only two individuals and the gap betwixt them. While it was once the desire to see Yami that lured Seto to this place, now he couldn't stand the sight of him. He needed to leave and keep the past locked away.

After ages of silence, Yami took it upon himself to take the initiative. Seto's eyes contracted as they analyzed the delicate curve of Yami's lips as an acute breath trickled from them, "So, you did come after all. I didn't expect to see you. I actually thought your stubbornness would keep you locked away in seclusion," A dry chuckle scampered into the air from the flat joke. The usual suaveness that was once in his sonorous voice was now condensed to something much less. It had lost the vigor that would often lure Seto near. He felt as if he were being spoken to be a hollow husk that mocked the one individual he had the utmost respect for. When Yami received no input, he filled in the empty void, "I missed you..."

"...You're playing games with me..." Seto seethed, barely moving his lips. An arid sound flavored Yami's mouth as he gave a wry smile, "Still the same. I would have thought nothing else from you."

In all honesty, it pained him to handle Seto in this way. While he truly was glad to see Seto again despite thinking he would never have another opportunity, he couldn't help but feel as if he had violated something. Time would wait for no man and Yami fully expected, and accepted, for all to get on with their lives. Without him. It was only fair. He loved Seto dearly, but if everything they ever experienced together was to end here, then so be it. This meeting was entirely his fault for selfishly wanting to hear his lover's voice once more...

"...Like I mentioned over the phone, this is no game. But since you're here, there must be something you needed to see and believe with your own eyes."

"..." Seto spoke not a word, but his answer was given through his silence. Of course he had to seek out this anomaly firsthand. Whenever Yami was involved in something, Seto had to keep tabs on it. On him.

Seamlessly, Yami continued, "Well, now that you have, what will you do now, Kaiba?" The challenge his body language emitted was something beyond himself. It was foreign in its exhibition and was nothing like the proud, impassioned individual he was. Strained amusement colored his face and his eyes lacked their usual vibrancy. Seto saw this as an insult. How dare he make him come all the way here just to be confronted by a shadow of the one he respected most? Whatever Yami was on, he needed to be shaken out of it immediately.

With dolor, Seto grabbed Yami harshly by the collar of his shirt. He wanted to make him feel his pain, his anguish, in all its faces and shades. It was his demand, his secret plea. No one else but Yami would ever see his raw emotions in such a vulnerable state. As he yanked the indifferent male towards him, Seto noticed him wince from the maneuver and that pleased him. It wasn't so much the act that did it, but rather the fact that emotion was actually shown that did.

"Kaiba-!"

"Don't you ever patronize me like that like some empty shell! I came here because of you! Your insipid phone call brought me here. What possessed you to interrupt my life after I finally put all of you aside? You either stay here or leave; don't switch between the two!"

"Seto, I had no idea of my return..."

"But you called ME anyway!"

"...I did..."

"So stop being so cryptic like I don't mean anything and deal with your deficiencies."

"And I intend to. Now let me go," Yami countered, shoving his other away from him just enough to create space between them. Seto allowed him to. From the glare that was sent in his direction, Seto caught a glimpse of sorrow in those dense rubies. Now, he understood. Yami was just as pained and confused as he was, if not in greater quantity. But he was doing his very best to maintain it under a solemn mask of minimal expression. That one flicker in Yami's eyes told Seto everything. He was still in love with him; he still wanted to be with him, but he wasn't sure that he would be able to. Those uncertainties drove him to exhibiting such a bothersome exterior when all he really wanted was the best for Seto. He had no right to disrupt his lover's life and hope that he travel all the way here for naught. But what could he say?

"Nothing much has changed for you, it seems. That's...good to know..." he trailed off; his expression scrunched in mild thought as if what he was to speak next was completely absurd, "Is...is there anything-"

"There is nothing between us, Atem..." Seto uttered plainly, choosing to use Yami's given name. The pressure of the statement coupled with his birth name sent his eyes to expand while a flash of fear transposed his features. Seto said nothing more; while the statement pierced him as well, it was actually meant in the literal sense. Physically, there was nothing between them. "Nothing" was stopping them from advancing and "nothing" was allowing them to forfeit this farce just yet.

The revelation mollified Yami into silence for a while. Then gradually, his lids began to lower until his lashes feathered over his cheeks, "...I ...see. Good for you..." He nodded slowly, doing well to hide the boulder that had just sank into his stomach. A weak laugh then followed, "After all, it isn't like you to dwell in the past."

"No."

That was it. Seto had nothing left to say. The double meaning seemed to be lost on Yami and that revelation was enough to make Seto feel there was no more to discuss. Reluctantly, he turned his back to Yami,"If I take one step, I'm leaving you here."

Yami already knew of Seto's intentions beforehand, but the voicing of it made its gravity that much harsher to deal with. Still, with a wounded heart, he managed to keep a content facade across his face, "... … I know you will do whatever you feel is necessary, Kaiba. I understand that you have moved on. I have as well."

"What?" Seto wondered, craning his neck over his shoulder. Yami had already begun retreating from him. Greatly annoyed with his patience greatly tried, Seto whipped around, "Where are you going?" He shouted, his demand slicing through the pounding rain.

"... Nowhere." The bleakness in that one statement was enough to chisel ice and move a stubborn stone. And Seto Kaiba was no different.

Before Yami had a chance to further elaborate, he felt himself grabbed by the shoulders and twirled to face Kaiba. Their eyes searched the other and their chests heaved with hesitant gasps. Why did Yami make him so impulsive? Why was his existence always so enigmatic that it led him to always be directly affected by it? Why did it hurt him so much? Seto had to end this now. Without a word, he leaned his head down, ready to pilfer what those lips had kept from him when Yami cupped a hand around Seto's mouth, stopping him.

"Don't feel obligated to oppose who you are to prove anything to me." Glinting cerise wavered with a lament lined with the moon's subdued glow. It distressed Yami to see Seto like this. He couldn't stand to know that he not only put him through so much heartache, but how he also split open a healing wound within himself. He had still wanted to be with Seto and at the same time, he didn't. He was in love with Seto and because of that, he was more than willing to allow him to be free. If for the best, he would let his lover go for good. Gently, he spoke his piece, "I meant what I said... You don't need to oppose your own beliefs and you don't need to feel forced to try to—"

"Shut up, Atem."

Yami's voice suddenly hitched in a gasp and his eyes doubled in size. A strong pair of arms tightly surrounded him like the ribbon of a large present. Seto was hugging him. He didn't know what to do and any intelligible thought flew from him. Instead, all he could utter was a broken "Kaiba...?"

"...tld you...nvr...ltting you...go..." A string of muffled gibberish wavered from Seto as he buried his face in the crook of Yami's neck. The warmth that tickled his skin caused the former regal to lose strength in his legs momentarily before catching himself. Perplexed, he glanced to his other out the corner of his eye, "What? What did you just say?"

"... Don't you ever leave me again..." Seto declared clearly; his remark was unquestionable and non-negotiable.

"...Seto..." Yami whispered, lacing his short arms around his lover's back as much as he could. His mind drifted back to the time the two of them had shared a moment of confessions atop a hill. This was the same night Yami had called Mokuba by mistake and Seto stopped by just in time to knock some sense into his sulking rival. Also in that night, Seto had left Yami with similar words of no matter where he went, he would track him down and drag him back home. Yami chortled bleakly at the last part of that memory. He didn't have a place called 'home' to return to now. But he would worry about that later.

Due to their wavelength, Seto easily sensed Yami's resolve beginning to meander. He took this moment to pull slightly away in order to lift his desire's chin with a finger. Wide and curious opals peered up at him. Truly mesmerized, Seto's expression relaxed into one of rare bewitchment as he lowered his head. The misty form of one name glossed his moistened lips, "Atem..."

As to compliment their moment of honesty, a genuine and tender kiss brought them closer and silenced the rain around them. Just like the night of where they shared their first, stolen, kisses, the sky sprinkled them with its dusky patronage as if from a dark shallow sea. When their moment ebbed and their eyes entwined, Yami witnessed the most beautiful smile he had ever seen marvel Seto's face. Quietly, the taller led an arm around his lover's shoulders and hugged him firmly to his chest. Without restraint, Yami's fingers curled about Seto's clothing, clinging to the embrace and the affection it held. Such a simple gesture made him feel truly and wholly complete.

"Are you going to say goodbye to that woman?" Seto suddenly spoke up off topic. Caught unaware, Yami merely responded to the sound of his voice, admiring the way it rumbled from within his chest. "Hmm?"

"Because, I'm taking you home."

"Home?" Yami blinked; not having anywhere to go at the moment, his mood swiftly descended and his body felt anchored by unseen weights. He couldn't go back to face Yügi, yet. He wasn't prepared to. He needed more time. "I appreciate the offer Seto, but... I haven't..."

"I wasn't talking about with the runt in case you're wondering. So stop sulking."

Yami blinked again. The confusion about his face gave a new meaning to the word 'cute', "I don't understand what you're getting at."

"I said I'm taking you home. Where you belong."

"Where ...I..." A tiny pinch pricked at Yami's features and his eyes burned with a fresh wall of tears as an old memory took precedence. The place he belonged and the one he belonged with were one and the same.

"I love you, Seto," he expressed wholeheartedly; the sound of his confession was swept away in the audience of rain, but its warmth was unmistakable. In silent reply, he gave Yami's forehead a light kiss that contained every emotion he wanted to speak, but had no shape for the words. But he didn't need them.

Now, the greatest puzzle in his life had been finished with a place for him alongside it. And Seto loved him too.

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_ REALLY? ARGH! lol jk Only 9 pages...huh... I thought it was way more... Dah well! Yes, there'll be a lemon! See see! Hurr's proof!

"Carefully, he placed his palms against Seto's chest, then lowered himself. The breathy steam of the shower kissed his back as he became situated on his knees. Seto observed Yami expectantly through half-lidded eyes."

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Yami: Ok so let me get this straight, Ishizu gets hailed by Shādi, brings me to this hotel where we have infinite room service so I can be fed and uses magic to match my spirit with my new body?

Seto: Works for me.

Yami: I thought you didn't believe in that stuff?

Seto: I don't, but you're back and I can smex you into the floor without worrying about you whining about that runt's body.

Yami: Ah, good point! But before we get to smex, I totally seem like I'm stringing you along in a 'leave me and forget me or stay with me!' type of game.

Seto: You're annoying. But I enjoy XXXXing your XXX so much, I decided to put up with it.

Yami: Another good point! I love it when my XXX gets thoroughly XXXXed and my XXXX gets so XXXXX and then I get to XXXX your XXX XXXX!

Mokuba: Does anyone care that I had a minor mentioning?

Yügi: DOES ANYONE CARE I HAD A BREAKDOWN?

Mokuba: I didn't know you could breakdance, Yügi!

Yügi: ….! Oh forget it!

Ishizu: For once, I have nothing to say!

Yami and Seto: *too busy smexing in the background to care what's going on*

Ishizu: No more need for holograms.

Yami: WHICH REMINDS ME! Didn't you smex a hologram of me last chapter?

Seto: So what.

Yami: ….

Yami: ...And what is with that ringtone?

Seto: The faster you shut up, the quicker I'll smex you in the last chapter.

Yami: *zips his lips. then unzips them* Are you lying to me? Who knows when that chapter will be done! And will it really be the last one?

Anzu: It had better be! This is torture!

Seto: Oh. Well in that case... *grabs Yami and smexes him right in front of her*

Anzu: *repulsed!* Since when was Kaiba part horse?

Yügi and Mokuba: EWWWLLL!

Ishizu: Anyway, it's been a happy ending despite the angst of both Seto and Yami. They have love, a new life together and Yami has his own body for Seto to XXXX the XXXX out of. Onto the next, please!

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-Mel