Allie (Guest): Thanks a ton for your review! I update Mondays, usually after 3:00 pm Mountain time, but I don't have a specific time. First suggestion: good idea! I do have some of that planned for the others to implement on Seto and Joey, and I was thinking of having Bakura/Ryou and Malik/Marik to try on each other, but Yugi and Yami don't really need matchmaking. They're the only not-emotionally-stunted pair, so they're fine by themselves. As for your second suggestion, I actually have a whole part written about that and it's the next chapter, so you'll get to read it! It's good to know someone else had the same idea as me! Third: No kissing scenes. Honestly, I only do romance because it makes things funnier; I kinda suck at actually writing romance, which is why I labeled Undercover as Friendship/Humor.

Drabbles the fourth

Unwavering

"Noah! Hey Noah!" Mokuba yelled as he sped to catch up to the much taller and older boy.

"Hello Mokuba," Noah said with a smile. A smile that looked completely mismatched with his cold eyes. Mokuba didn't even bat an eye, smiling back vibrantly.

After a quick conversation between the two adoptive brothers, Mokuba and Noah parted ways. As soon as Noah's face was no longer in Mokuba's view, his smile dropped completely. He scowled for a moment, thinking about how much of an idiot that kid was and that it was ridiculous that his older brother had replaced him. But then a smirk slid onto his face. If the kid liked him, if he got the kid far enough onto his side, there was a fair chance he could take down Seto. And then, both Seto and his father would pay.

The only problem was that, even after three and a half years, Mokuba still believed that Seto was looking for him.

Surprisingly Sneaky

Okay, so maybe Ryo wasn't as easy to trick as Bakura had previously thought. This was both a good thing, and very irritating. On the good side, she wasn't quite as naive as he had thought which was good when judging what to steal. However, he couldn't manage to get her to let him teach her how to even pick a lock! Yes, he had tried several times, but she just refused to cooperate!

So, he was going to give her a practical lesson.

Ryo looked around in suppressed suspicion as she was led into a room by Bakura. He had called her, telling her that they needed to work on an art project. An art project that she was quite sure didn't actually exist. But she allowed him the benefit of the doubt.

Which she confirmed as a mistake as, in her distraction, Bakura slipped out of the room and locked it.

"Bakura!" She exclaimed angrily, though it sounded more like whining.

"Oh no, you're locked in!" Bakura was obviously smirking. "There's a lock pick kit on the table." Ryo looked and, sure enough, there it was. But she wasn't going to pick the lock! First of all, she wasn't really paying attention when Bakura tried to teach her the first seventeen times and second, lock picking was not the type of skill she wanted to have.

"Bakura, let me out. I'm not going to pick the lock." Silence. "Bakura?" No response.

He hadn't really left... Had he?

Five minutes passed without a sound.

"I'll call Joey!" She threatened through the door.

Unbeknownst to her, his eyes widened comically. Last time he got a bruise from the blonde it had taken a month to just start fading, and that was just from grabbing him!

"You wouldn't dare! Besides, you don't have a phone."

Frowning, Ryo reached for her phone in her pocket and realized that he was quite right. But she had it when she came... Bakura had taken her phone.

Well fine then.

"There's a phone in here," Ryo said, sounding the closest to malicious Bakura had ever heard her.

He couldn't get the door open fast enough.

She stepped out of the room with her usual, kind smile and graciously thanked Bakura for letting her out. That was when he realized what room she had been locked in.

A spare bedroom. A bed, a table, a dresser, and a vanity.

No phone.

"Tozoro..."

Ryo ran.

Millennium Headache

Atem groaned, face falling into his hands in exasperation.

Usually, he was pretty good at puzzles. He wasn't nearly as avid a puzzler as Yugi appeared to be, but he did enjoy it and was often able to finish even the most difficult puzzles in less than half of the predicted time.

Except, apparently, this one.

It was a beautiful golden mess that came in an engraved box that he'd had as long as he could remember. It had been a gift from his father, according to Seto, given to him after one of the important diplomat's many excursions to Egypt. Ever since he'd heard that story in the orphanage, he'd resolved to finish the puzzle no matter what.

Except that was much harder than it sounded.

He'd thought it would be a piece of cake; pieces seemed to just fall into place when he got his hands on them usually, but in all these years he hadn't made much progress.

That is, two pieces.

Two.

Only one match in all his years of work, which was honestly statistically impossible.

He didn't even know what shape the stupid thing would be!

Atem let out a deep sigh, arms dropping to the table and head still hanging.

His Yami tattoo caught his eye, bringing to mind an image of that same tattoo in a soothing purple… and the puzzle-solving genius that was branded with them.

A grin flitted across Atem's face.

"Hello Solomon," Atem greeted the short man with his best-behavior smile as he entered the Kame Game shop.

"Hello Atem," Yugi's grandfather replied in kind, "here to work on your project?"

Atem did not miss that Solomon's eyes were flicking to the ornate golden box he was holding, obviously suspicious of its contents. Honestly, the grey-haired Moto scared him a bit, so he decided to clear the air right up front.

"Yes, and to give Yugi this," he offered the box for inspection, and Solomon almost snatched it.

"How do you open it?" Solomon asked, squinting suspiciously at the box after he tried, and failed, to pry it open twice. Atem gave the older man a confused look, which he immediately dropped when the older man fixed him with an irritated glare. The box wasn't locked; it didn't even have a latch. When Atem reached forward, it opened for him without opposition.

How strange, that Solomon couldn't pry it open. Gramps wasn't weak (Atem had found that out first hand when he had offered to help put away a box. The gray-haired man had been wielding it as if it were empty, and when he gave it to Atem the Yami had almost fallen over because it was so heavy), so it had to be something else.

When the man saw the disjointed contents, he raised an eyebrow.

"It's a puzzle. I've noticed that Yugi likes them, and this is one I've been working on for years with nearly no progress. I thought she would like to have a crack at it."

Solomon squinted at the barely-legible hieroglyphics on the lid; One hand to enter; one hand to assemble. Perhaps Atem had missed them, or hadn't been able to decipher them, but it looked to Solomon like it was saying that only one person could solve the puzzle.

Solomon regarded the Yami with barely-concealed suspicion for a moment, but then nodded and handed the box back. He appreciated that Atem seemed to be a rather nice Yami (being a normal himself, he really didn't have much experience with either Yamis or Hikaris of that age), but since Yugi's mother and father were both gone he was the only family she had to be cynical about any potential boyfriends.

Atem took that as permission to head up to Yugi's room, and did so with nary a falter in his step.

"Atem!" Yugi greeted from her desk, where she had been working on the math homework, when she heard him knock on the wall since her door was open. "What's that?" She asked almost immediately afterwards, eyes catching on the golden box. He held it out with merely a smirk and the Hikari took the container hesitantly, examining the outside before looking back to Atem.

"Open it," he encouraged. Unfortunately, it seemed that Yugi was also unable to open the lid, and after two failed tries gave Atem an utterly embarrassed look. When the lid opened for him without resistance, she blushed scarlet at her self-perceived weakness.

Her embarrassment was completely forgotten in seconds.

Just as Atem thought, when the box had been opened and Yugi saw the contents the picture was beautiful.

Light from the room was reflecting off of the metal, bathing Yugi's face in a golden light as her innocent violet eyes drank in the sight of such a magnificent puzzle with absolute amazement.

"I've had it for years, but I can't seem to make any progress. You like this sort of puzzle, so I thought I'd offer you a chance to solve it." Yugi looked like she was in heaven.

"Really?" She asked, eyes shining with absolute joy as she graced Atem with a brilliant smile.

"Yes, it's all yours," Atem assured with his rarely-seen soft smile.

"Studying"

Marik let out an obnoxious groan, dramatically flopping onto the table where he and Malik had been "studying". Really, she had been reading some cheesy romance novel and he was just siting there because he claimed he had nothing better to do.

"Something wrong?" Malik asked without even looking up. She was used to such reactions to sitting still for long periods of time; Joey didn't particularly enjoy studying either.

"This is boring," he complained, face still firmly buried in the table.

"Then leave," Malik replied unsympathetically, turning the page of her book.

Marik was silent for a moment.

Jeez, where could a guy get some sympathy? He had been expecting her to at least ask if he wanted to do something else!

He grumbled, shifting into a slightly more comfortable position from which he could glare broodingly at Malik.

Malik continued to read, not even acknowledging him.

"How about we scare Ms. Miho?"

"We did that yesterday."

"So?"

Another page turned. Another minute of silence. Apparently the periwinkle-haired lady was off-limits today.

"How about we disrupt the library?"

"We're in the library," Malik replied once again without stopping her reading.

"It'll make it easy," Marik grinned psychotically, sitting up straight in excitement.

"I'd like to continue to have library privileges."

"Oh," Marik slumped on the table once more.

Two more pages turned. More silence.

Marik began fidgeting. He didn't particularly like silence.

Malik's eye twitched. Marik's fidgeting was distracting her from her book. She let out a put-upon sigh, closing the book with a clap. Marik bolted upright, a huge grin decorating his face; Malik had stopped reading! She was gonna be fun again!

"I saw Ryou and Bakura head towards the left wing. Shall we pester them?" Malik suggested boredly. Marik shot off without pause, leaving Malik to follow after at a walking pace; she wasn't about to abandon her dignity just because Marik didn't have any himself.

Factoid #26: I have a love-hate relationship with Kaiba. By that I mean I read fanfiction and am all like "oh, he's not that bad, he's just misunderstood" and then I watch a real episode and am like "oh, wait, that was just OOCness. Kaiba's seriously a jerk". That being said, I'm trying to keep Kaiba in character in this, keeping in mind that since he actually had Atem throughout Gozobura's abuse he turned out slightly less messed up. So basically, I'm trying alternate character interpretation.

Oh ho ho, millennium items are a thing! I did mention one a few chapters ago as well. But then, where are the others?