(A/N: Oh my God. And I mean OH MY GOD! I... I didn't think this would ever happen! Minna-san, this is the LAST CHAPTER of Shonen-Ai High School! After more than a year, we've finally reached the final chapter! Oh, do not worry, minna! There'll be an epilogue!

Oh, guys, you SERIOUSLY thought I'd allow Yami to leave just like that?! NO! I'd kick his ass and kill him before letting him leave as simple as that! DX In any case, NO! he isn't gone yet!! Just keep reading! X3 And I hope you enjoy, I worked REALLY HARD on this! On with the fanfic! :D)

The last time he'd been in this restaurant was when he was two years ago, and they hadn't really made it change much. He'd spent so much time in there during his 16 years of age… he just hoped the bartender would recognize him so that he could get a little piece of advice on what to do with his new problem.

Yami sat down on the place where he used to sit whenever he went towards the restaurant's bar.

"What're you gonna order, kid?" asked a voice from behind the bar.

"I'll have a glass of water," answered the crimson-eyed. He thanked him with a small "Arigatou" as a glass of water rested in front of him. Yami took a sip and then kept the glass on his hand, swinging it in circles.

"You hadn't been here in two years, kiddo." His eyes widened the moment he finally recognized the voice of the bartender. "I began to think you decided to listen to me and move into that school of yours."

"Akira!" he smiled with parted lips as Akira sat in front of him.

"How's it going, Yami?" They both shook hands with each other. "What have you been up to these years?"

"I, er…" The teenager drank from his glass and then rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm glad you recognized me, Akira. I was hoping to get some advice from you."

"Oh, you got troubles again, ne?" Yami nodded. "Yush, Yami," said Akira, leaning back on his seat. "Tell wise Suzuki Akira your problems, my friend."

Shōnen-Ai High School

Last Chapter, 34

"My parents have never really cared about me," he started. "They moved away and I was able to stay to finish school. During three years, they didn't bother to try to contact me, but suddenly, they call and I'm forced to move with them," tears began to streak down his face, and his voice broke, "leaving behind the one I love and everything I've ever known! I don't know what to do anymore!" He used his free hand to cover his eyes, not wanting the bartender or anyone else to see how weak he was. "After all we went through to be together, this has to happen and I can't handle it!"

"Oi, oi, stop that." Akira took a napkin from under the bar and gave it to the teenager so he could wipe away his tears.

"The worst thing of it all is that I didn't—that I didn't even tell the one I love about it!" Yami cried. "I've just ignored him, ignored his calls, mainly because I don't know what to say to him! And now he must hate me, I…!"

"Yush, I heard you, Yami!" The bartender suddenly banged Yami's face against the bar with his fist.

"What was that for, you bloody old man?!" he yelled, his face wet and his eyes red, as he rubbed his head with both of his hands.

"Geez, you have to pull yourself together!" Akira took an empty glass that had been occupied by another customer and began to clean it. "First of all, calm yourself down."

And Yami took deep breaths, in and out.

"Second, you should think things all over again. If you really had so much trouble in ending up with each other, I can't believe you're just gonna give up like that."

"Haven't you been listening to me?!" yelled Yami. "Didn't I say I don't know what to do?!"

"And there's where the problem lies." The bartender put the glass he was cleaning away. "Now LISTEN to me, Atemu. Think this situation from beginning to end one more time. For once in your life, kiddo: listen to your heart. What is it telling you to do?"

The crimson-eyed was left with no words to answer that. He hadn't really thought about that small detail, although he now realized that's where he should've started.

"Believe me, my friend," said Akira with a smile, "it's easier than you think it is."

Yami wasn't sure if he could, but Akira had been able to help him during the time the restaurant was the place he spent more of his life in. Why shouldn't this advice be just like those ones before? He took another sip from his glass of water, staring at his smaller reflection.

-

Bakura had a very bad habit of using violence as his way of dialoguing. He'd gone to Yami's house and punched his face right when the slightly younger teenager opened the door.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?! Kuso, Bakura, you're insane!" Yami held a hand against his nose to stop the bleeding he'd gotten thanks to the albino's fist. "You're an asshole, Bakura, you really are!"

"Serves you right, you baka!"

"What did I do?! Why are you here in the first place?!" The crimson-eyed took a wet towel from the restroom and held it under his nose, right above his upper lip.

"Because you're an idiot, that's why! Whatever your troubles are with that boyfriend of yours and your family, you better solve them now!" exclaimed Bakura, pointing at Yami in anger. His eyes widened; how much did Bakura know about the matter?

"Why do you care about that so much?" The albino let out a desperate grunt.

"Ryou is Yugi's best friend, and he hasn't stopped worrying about him since you two guys seemed to get distanced, so now he's been feeling bad and that pisses me off!"

Yami remembered the day Bakura had showed him he cared about Ryou, yet he never thought his concern would reach such extents. Had Yugi been that bad lately? Oh, God… and it was all his fault.

"Look, Atemu, I've known you for quite some time," said Bakura, his anger fading slowly, "and I know for sure that when you set your mind into something, you don't give up until you get it, like when you finally sang your song to your twin."

"This is different," said Yami before he could stop himself.

"Nani? It is, ne? How so?"

Yami didn't know where to begin. "It's… it's a really long story."

"Well, I got time." With a sigh, the crimson-eyed once more told the story of how his life would come down to pieces thanks to the parents he now wished he didn't have.

It wasn't until he was finished that Bakura dared to speak.

"So, what are you going to do?"

"I'm not going to give up, that's for sure," added Yami. His mind suddenly clicked, and he definitely knew what he'd do. Akira had been right; it wasn't very difficult to listen to his heart. "The two weeks' time is almost over, so I need to act quickly." Since Bakura heard his ex-co-worker's voice lowering, he leaned in to hear what he was about to say.

"This is my plan, Bakura, and I need you to listen carefully."

"Why?" asked the albino in small curiosity.

"Because, obviously, you're going to pass this message to Ryou, and he'll pass it to my little one. Now listen…"

-

Tomorrow would be the day. The two weeks he had until his parents came for him were over, and tomorrow, he'd be departing Japan.

When he received a call from his mother, knowing it was her thanks to the ID Caller on his cell phone, he was hesitant to answer it. After some annoying ringing, he finally flipped his phone open.

"Yami, I just wanted you to know that we'll be picking you up at 11:30 AM, so you better be ready by then," spoke Mrs. Atemu.

"No, mom, don't bother, I'll go to the airport myself. But I'll need to talk with my father before we depart, so it's important that he's ready to listen to me." He bit his lip at hearing a sigh from his mother.

"Fine, but I can't assure you he'll agree with whatever you tell him tomorrow."

"Oh, there won't be need to agree with me," said Yami between clenched teeth.

"Very well. Be on time, Yami." The line went dead quickly afterwards.

No, there wasn't any need for his father to agree with him. He'd made up his mind, and whether Mr. Atemu was fine with it or not, he wouldn't change it.

-

"Yugi?" Sugoroku knocked on his grandson's room the next day in the morning, which was apparently locked.

"Nani, jii-chan?" came the muffled response from the boy; his head rested against a pillow after another failed attempt to contact Yami's cell phone.

"You got a call from Ryou-san," said the elder. "He said he's got something important to tell you." Yugi got up, wiped his eyes in case some tears had fallen, and opened the door so that he could get the phone. He muttered something to himself before going downstairs.

"Hai, Yugi?"

"Ryou, what is it you wanted to tell me that it's so important?"

"It's about Yami-san." The words echoed in the amethyst-eyed's mind until they at last seemed to make sense.

"Did you contact him? Do you know where he is, what's wrong? What do you know about him?" He didn't mean to sound so pleading, but he was desperate to know what had happened with his… his… Yugi didn't even know if Yami was still his boyfriend or not.

"I didn't hear this from Yami-san directly," explained Ryou. "'Kura-kun told me because he told 'Kura-kun." The boy was slightly hurt at this. Why had Yami decided to speak to Bakura instead of him? Did he mean nothing to the crimson-eyed anymore? "Remember the day he was speaking with his parents?" Yugi nodded. "It turns out his parents told him he had to go to live with them, and that he only had two weeks to get ready."

Two weeks? Two weeks… then that meant…

"He's leaving today?" asked Yugi perplexed. Ryou nodded his head. Iie, iie, IIE! "B-But why didn't he say anything?!" The boy was in tears now.

"He didn't know how to tell it to you." That was the reason Yami had been distanced from him! He didn't want to leave but he was being forced to! "Maybe if you catch up with them, they'll let him stay!"

"At what time does his plane leave?! Did he say anything about that?"

"According to Yami-san, he leaves at around 11:30." Yugi turned to the wall clock, panicking when he realized he had less than an hour. "'Kura-kun could pick you up and—"

"Gomen, Ryou, there's no time!" The boy didn't wait for his friend's answer before hanging up, running out of the house with only saying to his jii-chan he'd be back as soon as he could.

-

He got to the airport, panting, not knowing if he'd gotten on time or not. Finding someone from the staff, he leaned into a counter in front of a woman typing something into a computer. "E-Excuse me, d-do you know if the plane to U.S.A is still here?"

"The one planned at 11:30 AM?" asked the woman behind the counter. When he nodded, she answered him with a sad smile, "Gomenasai, the plane left already."

Yugi was in shock; plain and utter shock. He'd been too late to see Yami, to see his Yami before he parted… and now he never would again.

When he exited the building, he couldn't stop the water drops falling from his eyes as he stared down to the floor. "I… I… I couldn't even say goodbye!" he cried, shutting his eyes tightly. "If I had only… told him goodbye, even if I didn't want to!"

"I'm sure he didn't want to say goodbye, either."

The boy's eyes opened in a flash. He knew that voice… oh, how could he not!

He turned his head to the side, and there, leaning against a tree and looking at his direction, stood Atemu Yami, his arms crossed over his chest and a smile playing at his face. He came closer to his little one, the smile never vanishing.

"In fact, I know he didn't want to say goodbye," he said, stopping in front of the amethyst-eyed. He raised one hand and caressed Yugi's cheek, wiping away some of the tears with his thumb. "I thought I'd lost you, little one."

"M-Me too," stuttered Yugi, sobbing quietly. "H-How? R-Ryou said…"

"My parents changed their minds," said Yami, a hidden happiness swinging in his voice. "I don't know how or why, but they did."

"Yami, where are your belongings?" was the first thing Mr. Atemu said when his son showed up without anything on his hands.

"They're in my house, where they belong."

"Didn't we tell you to be ready for when we came for you?" questioned his mother, anger in her voice.

"And didn't I tell dad to be ready to listen to me?" None of his parents replied. "I'm not leaving. And before you say anything, I'll tell you what I've been wanting to ever since you left: this is my home; this is where I practically grew up, this is where I found my best friend, this is where I met the love of my life."

"Yami, you know—" He knew it would be like this. Yami continued, not minding interrupting his father.

"Shut up and listen to me!" he yelled, and the shock on his parents' faces was more than obvious. "I don't care if you think of it as an abomination, I love who I love and you can't do anything to stop me! I'm not leaving, so you can leave and never return for all I care!"

This was the first time he'd ever seen his father with nothing to say. His mother sighed.

"Y-You're right, Yami," she said, taking her son and husband by surprise. "You're right, and we're sorry. We're sorry for being such terrible parents, we're sorry for leaving you behind, for not being there for you when you needed us… I know that's not enough, but I hope you can someday forgive us."

"Mother…" Yami wanted to speak, to say how glad he was, yet he found no words to express himself correctly. He then turned to his father, who simply nodded at him.

"You heard her, Yami." At this, the crimson-eyed approached his parents and hugged each of them, tears streaming down his face, thanking them. Without saying anything else, he ran out of the airport. If everything had gone according to plan, his little one would be there.

"I told Bakura what I would do, because I was too afraid of telling you myself," concluded Yami. "If I'd just explained you everything… if I had only told you…" He then began to cover the boy's face with small butterfly kisses, muttering "gomenasai" over and over again. Even though he couldn't be any happier, Yugi placed a finger to his boyfriend's lips, hushing him for just a second.

"It wasn't entirely your fault. I—I should've told you what I'd heard as well… we—we both were at fault." Yami smiled at his little one's sweet innocence.

"That doesn't matter now, Yugi, because we're together, and that's how it was meant to be from the very beginning." He took his little one's hand and kissed it with all the love he'd denied his lover the past two weeks, making the boy smile and grin in delight.

And in a moment that seemed to last forever, they both leaned in towards each other and pressed their lips together.

Finally, they felt they could truly be happy.

(A/N: Ne, that was the LONGEST chapter I've ever done. Like, EVER, but JESUS! I'm proud of this! I actually love this chapter! :D and just like I promised, there shall be an epilogue coming up soon, so stay tuned and please review! n.n

WE'RE ALMOST ALMOST OVER!! Stay alert, minna-san! and arigatou! Review, onegai! and please tell me what you think of this last chapter! X3)