Chapter 20—

She had him plastered against the wall, her forearm against his windpipe. Namiko was crushing it slowly with a seductive smile on her face. This felt good to her.

"Name?" she purred.

"H-Honda." He dearly wanted to swallow, but even the thought was painful to him.

"Exactly why were you walking with Katsuya-kun?" She leaned in closely to his ear. She nibbled at the lobe and could feel Honda shake a little. Whether it was from pleasure or fear, it didn't matter to her. They were in an alleyway not far from where Yuna got stabbed. Honda was on his way to school when a hand, from out of nowhere, grabbed him. He was half-dragged down one alley and into another. Totally shocked, he simply went along with it. But, this sexy "dream girl" was now a nightmare.

An unshaven homeless man in a dingy ski jacket walked into the alley, saw Namiko all over Honda, thought the better of it, and shuffled off. Namiko watched him go with a smirk on her face. She pressed in closer and licked his cheek.

"I know Jounouchi," he mumbled back. His eyes looked straight ahead of him—into the brickwork across from them. Right now, Honda knew other things, too. He knew that he was between some buildings, against a dirty brick wall with graffiti spray painted on it and the whole place had the filthy stench of rotting eggs rising from the trash bins.

"It seemed to me that you know him pretty well." Namiko repositioned herself and pressed her knee against Honda's crotch. "Explain," she said quietly, pressing the knee in.

Honda's heart was pumping hard now. "I don't understand the question." He really didn't and Namiko was becoming more persistent as time passed. He glanced down at his school things. Did he have anything that he could use as a weapon? Nope, school rules saw to that. And he forgot his cell phone when he left the house that morning. What am I going to do? He grimaced when he felt the knee grinding in harder.

"Let me explain so that an imbecile as dumb as you can understand." She kneed him hard in the happy sack and Honda staggered. She pulled him up by his shirt, her hand still cutting off air around his throat. He gagged and she gripped his face, forcing him to look at her. Her tone was aggressive and cruel. "I'm trying to decide what you are to Katsuya-kun—friend or boyfriend? He probably sleeps around, though. Blonds are known to do that."

At the word "friend," she noticed that Honda's eyes looked almost sad. At the word "boyfriend," he seemed to be looking a little green.

"Do I look gay?" he squeaked out.

Namiko's eyes raked Honda up and down. "Dorky hair. Thin body with a girlish waist. Not exactly the deepest voice I've ever heard. Weak. You practically skipped down the alley with me earlier…" A smile came to her face. "Okay, to make you feel better, let's just say you…could pass for…a hetero." Her sharp teeth shined.

"Oh, hell," Honda breathed.

"Deep down, you want him," she teased, "so go ahead and admit it."

"He's my friend!" Honda growled.

"Finally, an honest answer," Namiko said and bit into his earlobe—making him wince in pain.

"That hurt!" he complained and struggled to get away from her. Namiko took his wrist, found a pressure point, and pushed hard. "Hell!" he screamed.

Her eyes danced. "Scream again for me."

"What kind of mental case are you? Just let me go!"

She pinned Honda in, grabbed his small finger, and twisted it until she heard a popping sound.

"Crap!" he yelled. "Oh, hell! Stop it." He wanted to double over in pain.

"I don't think you could strike me back, even if you wanted to—little prick. And I've killed better men for less, by the way." Her eyes glittered again. This time, Honda believed her and leaned his head against the brick wall even though his finger hurt like hell.

"You see, I'm going to make you wish that I'd just killed you here," she said, leaning in for a kiss. What is she doing? There's no way I'm gonna kiss her. He kept his lips together. Then, Honda felt Namiko biting on his lip—making it bleed a little. When he gasped in pain, she had his mouth. She kissed him passionately after that. His skin crawled when he could feel the wetness in his mouth.

Namiko heard footsteps coming down the alley. She pulled away and wiped the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand. Honda, still pinned back, had a hard time just breathing now and felt faint.

"Taka-san," Namiko said without taking her eyes off of Honda.

"So, you're the famous 'Namiko' from the note."

"Namiko!" Honda's eyes looked frightened. Jounouchi had told him all about her.

"I see my reputation has been going around. I'm glad that I inspire you." She leaned her head against Honda, and he shuddered. Namiko grabbed him around the collar and dragged him toward the four yakuza that were now standing before them.

"Taka-san, this is Honda," she yanked Honda forward. "He's a close friend of some people who owe you money. I'm sure he can tell you anything you need to know."

Taka, the high school aged yakuza, smiled knowingly. This was going to be fun. "We'll be glad to take him off of your hands." He used a very familiar "anata" when he spoke to her. He flirted slightly, adding a wink. Namiko eyed him and wondered briefly if Taka would make a nice toy to play with. Something she could put her claws into. Nope, he had his older "yakuza playmates" with him. So, she might try another time—maybe.

"How," Honda said in a shaky voice, "do you know she's telling the truth?"

There was a look of concern on two of them now. Honda could see it. He smiled openly.

"He's just trying to get away," Namiko said and punched Honda in the face hard enough to leave a mark. He took the blow and groaned. She laughed at him. "But, he's weak, too. The weakest one of the bunch."

Honda glared back angrily, "This bitch is Namiko—world class liar and she doesn't care who she hurts as long as she gets her way."

Taka grabbed Honda by the collar and shoved him toward his companions. Honda stumbled to stay on his feet. Taka said, "You should be saying, 'that's Namiko the molester.' She does other odd jobs on the side. Let's just say she has contacts with us. So, for right now, her word is better than yours." His laugh was condescending. "It's a good thing she didn't do more damage." Honda glared back. "But, don't worry…we will."

Taka gave a rolled up wad of cash to Namiko. "You saved us a little time. I appreciate it." He touched her hand briefly when the money was placed in it. She lowered her head in modesty, but flashed him an almost feral look. It disappeared as quickly. Taka, his back to his cohorts, clearly liked it.

She bowed low to them saying, "An honor for Voice of the East." A smirk came to her face. I wonder if you know that I'm very much aware of your activities. Should your big boss find out that you and your three friends are using your gang name and contacts for your own personal use… And with the cameras I have set up in this alley, I've got it all on video, too.

Namiko bowed again and took off.

The limo began to roll away from the gates of the mansion—slow but steady.

Wiping sleep out of his eyes, Jounouchi leaned in toward the driver. "Just drop me off at the usual spot. And take," he winked back at Seto, "'Kaiba-sama' to school. Thanks." Jou pushed a button and rolled up the privacy window.

"Kaiba-sama?" Seto murmured at the name while surfing the Internet with his phone. "Since when do we use honorifics?"

"That's what the man calls you," he returned with a yawn.

Seto looked at Jounouchi with a slightly bored expression. "I almost always keep it down. Why roll the window up?"

"I just like it up," Jou said and leaned back in the seat, his head against the leather headrest. "Well, actually, I do have an ulterior motive." Jounouchi leaned next to Seto in the seat. He put his head on Seto's shoulder and rested a hand on his thigh. "I just didn't sleep well last night. I mean, I got to bed early—before you finished your last minute reports—but I couldn't stay asleep. I just spent most of the night listening to you snore. I'm fuzzy now."

"I don't snore." This, Seto felt was going to be the beginning of more good-natured bickering, but it was too early in the morning for it. And he felt more than just a little grumpy.

"Okay, Seto. Whatever you say." No banter. No disagreements. There was only soft breathing.

For a second, Seto thought about turning the limo around and leaving Jou in bed for the day. But, they really needed to be at school—to keep their routine in public—and meet up with Yugi and Anzu. Seto's stern eyes were also following the hand that was sliding up his thigh with each bump in the road that they hit.

They hit a large bump and the blond's face came toward him. The hand was now resting lightly somewhere rather personal, and Seto removed the hand only to find a snoring puppy on his shoulder.

"Jounouchi," he sighed, still holding hands with the blond. Seto stopped surfing the Internet and closed his phone with a thick "click."

There was a soft moan. "Hold me?" Jounouchi murmured, breathing quietly against him—in and out. He snuggled in.

"Let's get you some coffee. I don't care if we end up late for school." Seto pushed Jounouchi back in the seat a little. At that, the blond startled awake. There was a brief flash of fear as Jou had forgotten where he was when he dozed off. Jou raised an arm as if to protect himself from some unseen enemy. Then, he realized where he was. He squinted over at Seto, "Sorry, I don't know… What was I...? Forget it." He ran his fingers nervously through blond hair. It was embarrassing.

"For you, I'll forget it, then."

Jounouchi smiled shyly. "Thanks, Seto."

Seto rolled down the window. "There's been a slight change in plans. We need to stop off and get coffee from the Starbucks across from the post office." The driver nodded and Seto rolled up the window again.

Jounouchi blinked wearily at him. Then, his eyes widened as he felt Seto grab him and pull him into his lap.

"S-Seto?" Jou said, feeling much more awake now.

"You said to 'hold you' and I will until we get the coffee you need. Until then, you'll stay right here."

Jou could feel strong arms around him. They were pressing against the freshly starched new school uniform that Seto had bought for him.

"I'm so selfish," Jou yawned but felt a glow coming to him.

"Yes, you are," Seto agreed, "do you have any idea where your hand was just a minute ago?"

"H-Hand?" Jou was very awake now. "Nah, you're making that up." There was a pink tinge to his face now. Seto found it appealing.

"I can demonstrate for you…if you'd like." Seto lowered his voice for that one, his head cocked to one side and a trademark smirk coming to his face.

"I'm…sorry?" Jou said, a little nervous.

"No, you're not."

"I really am," Jou mumbled with his head down a little, "because I wish I had been awake to remember it."

Anzu had gotten up early. She cooked a breakfast of steamed rice, miso, and grilled fish for them both. She called to Yugi who responded with a muffled "Okay!" from brushing his teeth. As she set the table, she thought that married life must be like this. Now, she was feeling torn—between her dream of being a dancer in America and her warm feelings for Yugi. Of course, there was only one road she would take and she could, clearly, not have both dreams.

Anzu was still thinking about it as they were walking to school. She carried her school things lightly. Yugi did the same with his gakuesi-kaban (leather briefcase/"student's bag") that most male Japanese students carried slung over a shoulder, one handed.

"What do you want to do with you life, Yugi?" she asked as they headed for school.

"I dunno. I guess…well…I'll go to the university. I got my acceptance letter last month, remember?"

"Yeah, we celebrated that, didn't we? But, I meant beyond that…beyond Duel Monsters tournaments, too."

"I'll probably play it by ear for awhile." He smiled at her. He didn't want to plan his life out too far ahead.

"What do you want to do?"

"I'm not sure. I'm like you, I guess…"

"Oh, come on Anzu," Yugi said brightly, "you want to go to America and dance. I think you should go for it. And your English is pretty good, too! So, you should have an easy time of it."

She smiled at him. "Yeah, but…well… I'll miss you."

Yugi shook his head sadly for a minute. "Yes, I'll miss you, too. But, we'll write and call. And, I'll always be yours…because that's the way we've always been."

She looked at Yugi as they walked. But, now, I want both you and my dancing. I'm not sure how I can do that. If I can do that… Maybe I'll hold onto you for as long as I can and…I dunno…figure out the rest.

As they passed by an apartment building, Anzu noticed two men in long sleeved shirts and dress pants following them.

"Yugi," she whispered without turning her head, "did Kaiba-kun assign any of his people to watch us?"

"I'm not sure. Why?"

"Because," she said feeling sick, "we've got two men behind us. And they don't exactly look like Kaiba-kun's people." As they walked, two men quickly became four. And Yugi looked worriedly at her.

"You know what to do now, right?"

"Yeah, RUN for it!"

Running with their books was awkward, but they did it. They took a left and started heading toward downtown. Half way down a block, it occurred to Anzu that they should have just dropped their books when they were heading off. But, probably, they were so used to carrying them that it was just natural. Then again, she could swing Yugi's book bag pretty hard if she needed to.

"Oi! Down that way!" One of the men called to the others.

Suddenly, Yugi pulled Anzu into an alley and they hid behind a green and white recycling bin. Footsteps tromped by and they waited a minute before going back the way they'd come. Staying on the streets, in full sight of possible witnesses, was their best bet.

As this was early morning and they'd ended up running to the far edge of downtown, there were very few businesses open and, consequently, very few people. Yugi was hoping to find a convenience store or some place that would have people, video cameras, anything to show who they were and who was following them. More to the point, he was getting tired pretty quickly. He needed a rest. Now, Anzu had him by the hand and was pulling him along. She heard more voices calling to each other behind them. She dragged Yugi to the right. They couldn't cross the street—the light was against them, they'd be seen again, and there were garbage trucks rambling by followed by a delivery van. She pulled him along and Yugi couldn't resist the temptation to look behind him.

"Don't look back," Anzu hissed at him, working her legs as hard as she could. Okay, so dancing training was coming in handy now. "You'll only slow down. Here! This way!"

She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw another person about half a block ahead. He was of high school age and had his hands in his pockets. He was wearing black jeans, a blue striped dress shirt with long sleeves and a white collar. The blue color emphasized his shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. What worried Anzu was the little fang that seemed to be hanging out of his mouth and the "oh you are mine" evil grin on his face. Instantly, Anzu recognized him as the yakuza she saw in the coffee shop.

"Oi, Taka? Do ya see 'em?" a voice called from somewhere. They guy turned his head when his name was called.

"This way!" Anzu said, pulling Yugi into the nearest door. She didn't even bother to see what business it was. The fact that she could actually get inside—where people were—made her happy.

They were both in the lobby of a small hotel. Well, actually, it was a cheesy little hotel and Anzu took Yugi by the hand again and pulled him into a small room where the ice machine was. It rattled hard and covered the sound of their breathing.

The teen following them walked around the lobby. Anzu saw him and ducked back. Yugi stared at her with wide eyes. Both of them were red in the face from running, still leaning forward, and breathing hard.

A middle aged Chinese woman with a maid's cart walked down the hall. She had a crisp, white uniform and a white, triangular scarf over her dark hair. The maid was rearranging the tower of toilet paper that was threatening to roll off the cart when she glanced into the room with the ice machine.

"Oh, not here," she said, looking at them with their blushing red faces. She'd seen this all before. Young love, she thought to herself. Yes, they were kids. But, at least, they weren't her kids. So, she didn't care who they were or what they were planning on doing. But, from the red faces, she could guess that they felt bad about getting caught. "Go this way," she said, and Yugi and Anzu followed her.

The woman stopped before a display panel. In a happy font with Japanese characters, the display panel said: Gang Snowman #5 Love Hotel. The woman wandered away as they began reading:

Available rooms are lit up. Darkened rooms are occupied. Please select the room that interests you the most. The cost is ¥12,000 ($120) per couple. One couple per room, please. Once you have made your selection, please pay at the counter.

"Oh my gosh!" Yugi said with violet eyes bulging out of his head. "This is a love hotel!" He suddenly lost all ability to reason. His jaw had hit the floor.

Anzu turned her eyes to the glassed in front door. Luckily, it had a mirrored tint to it to match the lovely pink, puce, and mirrored themes going on in the place. She could see three of the four men who were following them wandering aimlessly outside.

Where is that fourth guy? Is he still in here somewhere? Her eyes turned back to Yugi.

"What if they decide to check in here again?" Anzu asked, feeling frightened. "It may be the only place open, so they'd have to check in here again."

"We could just ask someone who works here to help us," Yugi said hopefully.

"They are yakuza! They are trouble! And we don't know who to trust."

"Eh?"

"Exactly what kind of 'businesses' do you think yakuza run?" She said to Yugi with panic in her voice.

"Dunno, really… I don't watch yakuza movies."

Anzu smacked a hand against her forehead.

Suddenly, Yugi saw one of the men coming to the door. The stranger placed his hand on the handle. He flicked a cigarette onto the ground, near one of the other's feet. There was a brief argument outside about it.

"We have to hide!" Anzu said, hit her hand on the nearest glowing panel and the light went off. A small card dropped down. Anzu took it and dragged Yugi with her to the front counter.

"But, but…Anzu? Love…love…h-hotel…" He just couldn't wrap his mind around the place where he was.

The clerk, a Japanese man in his early fifties, yawned at them. Yes, they looked a little young to be coming in but, what if they really weren't high school students? People get their jollies from dressing up, I guess, the clerk thought.

At the sound of the door opening, Anzu whipped out the cash she'd been saving up from her birthday and placed it on the counter. The clerk gave them a room number written on a card.

"The elevator will take you to room 220. Stay as long as you can hold out." He winked at Yugi who stared back in absolute terror.

Footsteps. Anzu heard footsteps coming from the direction where she knew the ice machine room was. That's where that guy is! He's still inside. Oh, no! Quickly, Anzu dragged Yugi behind her into the elevator and up they went. As the doors closed, they could hear voices on the other side of the doors.

"Yeah, has anybody seen two kids—a pointy haired blond and a girl with brown hair?" The voice was more of a growl.

"In this job," the clerk laughed, "I make a point not to notice anybody." Then he eyed the four men. The clerk knew how to give people the wiggly eyebrow and make them uncomfortable enough to leave. And these guys looked like trouble.

"Nah, screw you," one of them said.

The voices faded away. Then Anzu and Yugi's elevator moved up another floor and stopped.

"Should we go in?" Yugi asked cautiously.

"Well, we can't leave. What if they're watching the building?"

Yugi nodded. "So…umm…give me the key." He said it nervously with his hand out. He begged his hand not to shake, but it did so on its own.

"I can't! There is no key. But the light above room 220 is on. I guess that means we can go in."

The knob turned easily and both Yugi and Anzu entered the love hotel room--peeking in first and feeling very self-conscious.

The room was decorated in a western theme. It had a western styled bed at one end with Indian blankets as a bedspread. There was a television directly across from the bed, a door that went into the private bath, and, on the left, there was a mechanical bull.

Well, Anzu thought, it could have been worse. I saw a Hello Kitty room on the panel along with a video arcade room where there was a whole new meaning to the word "joystick."

"Whoa! How cool is that?!" Yugi said, running up to the mechanical bull. He examined the controls. Sure enough, it was in working order. He turned it on to "low." The bull began to rock slowly. Then, it spun around.

Meanwhile, Anzu stood planted to the spot. Her face was a thin line. Does he not understand why this thing is here? Sheesh!

"Oi, let's take turns!" Yugi got on the bull and slid back and forth until he caught on to exactly which part of the bull that he was to take hold of. "You know, Anzu," he said shakily while struggling to hold on, "there's enough room for both of us on this thing!"

"Clueless," she muttered, examining the riding crop and lengths of rope that were attached to the bed. She found a lasso and thought, briefly, that they could use these as weapons or something should the yakuza find them. Then, she went to the window, opened the blinds a crack and looked down. Two of the men who were following them were hanging around outside, smoking cigarettes. This is bad, she thought.

After a good ten minute ride on the mechanical bull, Yugi decided to jump off. He was out of breath and smiling. It was just too much fun, but he had wished that Anzu had given it a shot. Then, it dawned on him that riding the highly polished, leather covered mechanical bull while wearing a skirt could be somewhat embarrassing. So, he decided to be understanding.

"Are they still outside now?" Yugi asked.

Anzu peeked again. "Yes and this means that we're going to be missing school today. And," she said while looking around, "if we both show up at school late, people are gonna talk about us. And if anybody sees us walking out of here…well… You know what I mean?" She looked worried. "Well, not that I care what people think about us..." Her voice faded off.

Yugi looked down with sad, violet eyes. "Yeah, and I'm not the best looking guy in the world, either. So, that can't be good." He fiddled with the squirt gun that was on the dresser. It was loaded with some sort of liquid that had a strange viscosity and warmed to the touch.

"Oh, no!" Anzu said. "That's not what I meant at all. And, you know, I really enjoy being with you. Even in a place as…strange… as this." She laughed at herself. She would be so dead if her family found out about this. She sat down on the edge of the bed.

Yugi nodded. He sat down next to her. Yugi didn't believe one word she said, but it was nice of her to lie for his ego anyway. Maybe the few times that they kissed really meant nothing to Anzu, but it was everything to him. And, thanks to their talk this morning, he decided that it would be best to get used to the idea of Anzu walking her own path away from him after graduation. Yugi decided to enjoy her company for as long as she wanted to be with him. Still, it was hard to ignore the fact that both he and Atem loved Anzu very much. But, if Anzu was gone from his life for good, he had a feeling that Atem would understand. In both life and in death, he still had Atem.

This is no time to be thinking of sad things.

"Oi, let's watch TV," he said brightly while picking up the remote next to him.

"No, Yugi! Wait!"

It was too late. The television flicked on and there was a couple on the screen. Their naughty bits had been digitized out, as was Japanese custom, and they were moaning passionately in the style of "Bad Acting 101." Cheesy but loud. Unfortunately, this kind of thing was on every channel. He flicked desperately to find something else—with no luck. Yugi's hand shot to his nose. He tossed the remote to Anzu and walked quietly to the bathroom. The door slammed behind him.

Seto opened his locker and rummaged through it. Jounouchi's locker was further down the hall but Seto had motioned him over. They tried to look like they were having a casual conversation, but Jou could feel Seto's fangirls burning a "hate hole" into his back.

"We're being watched by your fan club," Jou said.

"Ignore them," he said smoothly. Seto reached in for his books and notepad for next period.

"If you say so."

"Speaking of 'say so,' I'm glad that you enjoyed your coffee this morning."

"It was good," the blond said, turning his face away a little. He didn't want the fangirls to see a smile. "Thanks." He wanted to say "Seto." Jou loved saying his name now. But, at school, he usually avoided saying "Seto" at all costs. Calling him that in front of the fangirls would cause all sorts of jealous rumors to start.

"I'm glad that you let me take care of you." Seto's eyes were sincere. His memory flashed back to Jou being startled awake in the limo. Jounouchi's eyes were fearful and he'd been the cause. Not on purpose, mind you, but he'd done it nonetheless. Seto closed his locker door easily. "I know that had to be hard because you've been looking after yourself for a long time now."

Jounouchi's thoughts were far away for a second—remembering. Seto could see it but decided school was a bad place to pry.

"Yeah," Jou breathed. "Oh, changing the subject… I haven't seen Yugi or Anzu today."

"Do you think they're absent?"

"I'm just hoping that they made it to school, and that I just keep missing them in the hall or something."

"Maybe, they missed school for a reason?" Seto hinted. But he didn't enjoy needling Jou as much as he thought he would when he saw the blond frown.

"And if the reason is a bad one…?" Jou let that question hang in the air. "Come to think of it, I haven't seen Honda since…Yuna was…" Jou clutched his books to his chest. He didn't even realize his knuckles had turned white. "Oh, hell… I'm doing it again, ain't I?"

Seto turned his back to the fangirls—blocking their view of him and Jou. They stood shoulder to shoulder. He spoke low and quietly. "No matter how long it takes, I'll be here to help you and Mokuba—who keeps waking up in the night and sleeping on the couch."

"I didn't know that," Jou said, concern on his face now. Seto could see it.

"That was one of the reasons why I was up so late last night—typing in the living room instead of my study. Mokuba made three trips to the couch to be with me when he woke up."

"Well, tonight, we can let him sleep in the bed with you. I'll take one of the spare bedrooms," Jou said back.

"He needs to sleep in his own bed," Seto said wisely. "He's safe with us. Right?" Blue eyes looked at him sincerely. "The three of us will get through this. We're a family after all."

A family…? I guess, once I move in for good, that's what we'll be.

Jou nodded with a wry smile. And, as scared as he was at the moment, belonging to them, being an unofficial "Kaiba," felt good.

Yugi and Anzu arrived for school two hours late. The yakuza had gotten bored of hanging out in front of the love hotel, and getting propositioned by their big boss' prozzies, so they decided to leave.

Yugi was in the nurse's office, claiming that he was sick and light headed. It was kind of the truth, from a certain point of view. The nurse, seeing that Anzu was okay, sent her on to class.

Jounouchi poked his head in quickly after the last bell.

"Yuge, are you okay? When you didn't show up for school, I was worried. But Anzu told me where you were last period. She just didn't say why."

"Oh, hi!" he tried to sound bright.

"So, what's wrong with ya?"

"Blood loss," he mumbled.

"Wha-? Sorry, I didn't get that," Jou said.

Yugi briefly thought about Jou and Kaiba kissing in the hallway and held back a tart thought in his head about his best friend "getting it."

"Headache," he lied. Well, no, it wasn't exactly a lie. When he stood up, he had a dull throb that kept coming from somewhere.

"Okay," Jou said, "are you going to feel well enough to come by Seto's after school?"

"Yeah," Yugi said and waved a weak "goodbye" to his friend when he disappeared to go to math class. He leaned back and looked at the white, stained suspended ceiling.

Not long ago, I was in a love hotel with Anzu…and nothing happened, he lamented now that he was totally alone with his headache. I hope that Atem didn't see all of that from where he is. He'd probably laugh at me. She always preferred him anyway. Still, it was a love hotel. I can honestly say that I've been in one of those. Suddenly, his nose started feeling warm at the thought of the hotel bed and the suggestive television shows. Oh, no! I can't have a nosebleed here, he worried. I'd never live it down! Gotta do something. Hell! He repeated to himself over and over, "Think of Honda in a green thong. Think of Honda in a green thong." The warm nose feeling was going away. His body relaxed. "I wonder if he bikini waxes? He'd better or he'd look like a fuzzy kiwi." Almost back to normal. Yes, he suddenly felt much better until he realized that a very "stunned" nurse was standing in the doorway the whole time.

"Um…Yugi-kun? Is there something you'd like to discuss with me? Questions, maybe?"

His violet eyes got big and round. "Ummm…well that is….uh…no