A/N: Yay for reviews! Much appreciated and all that. Witness during this chapter the major backpedalling of an author who was in the middle of writing a chapter and went, "Hang on, I'm missing two characters." This is what I get for working with an absurd amount of characters, honestly. I also hope you like the twist at the end… I've been building up to it for a long while. Enjoy!

/Yuugi's mental speech/
\Yami's mental speech\

Bakura Osamu had been a handsome man in life. In death, he looked like a marble figurine that someone had painstakingly tried to carve life into. His face was icy white, dark hair falling across his cheeks in such disarray that Ryou itched to brush the strands back into place. The sheet was covering most of Osamu's body, hiding the damage, but there was an ugly, dark red splotch around the man's stomach that spoke of things that Ryou would not want to see anyway. He took a single step forward and the world threatened to fall apart around him. His legs felt like they were going to give out, but he kept moving, only barely conscious of the fact that Dark Magician and Yuugi were on either side, helping him to stay on his feet. Dark Blade backed away a step as they approached.

"Otou-san," Ryou whispered, falling to his knees beside the man. He reached out, intending to smooth Osamu's hair back, and felt his heart skip a beat when his fingers brushed against skin that was cold and stiff. Instantly he yanked his hand back with a sharp gasp.

"Ryou..." Yuugi knelt beside him, looking distressed. His eyes darted between Ryou and Osamu, taking note of the fact that Ryou's face had turned a shade of white to rival that of the dead man in front of them. /Yami! Hurry!/ he cried out mentally, struggling to push the words through their bond. It had grown noticeably stronger during their time in the Millennium Puzzle, allowing more complex ideas and very simple words to be sent through instead of just feelings, but it was still far from easy to actually communicate. He had no idea whether or not the words had gone through, but he prayed that Yami had been able to pick up on them.

"It's… it's my father," Ryou said dully. "I thought that he was dead, but I never imagined..."

"You did? I..." Trailing off, Yuugi licked his lips, at a complete loss as to what to say. It seemed like ages ago that Samira - Dark Witch - had been threatening Ryou's father. He was a little ashamed to say that he had mostly forgotten the incident in light of everything else that had been happening.

"He is dead. My father is dead." The words were a harsh, vacant rasp. Ryou's hands were starting to shake and his breathing was coming faster. Yuugi stared at him with wide eyes. Tentatively, he started to reach out, but Ryou flinched away his touch before it landed. "Don't. My father… Oh god… My father is dead and you can't change that. My father… He… He's…" His throat felt like it was closing up.

Strong hands landed on his shoulders. Ryou jumped, a strangled cry that was part fear and part anguish tumbling from his lips as he twisted around, only to see that somehow Bakura had come up behind him without his notice. The older boy had clearly been in a fight of some kind; he had a stunning black eye and bruising along his cheek and nose. His shirt had been torn across the bottom and his jeans were spattered with blood, though likely it wasn't his. More blood had been streaked through his hair. Ryou stared up at him, struggling to catch his breath, and had the bizarre thought pass through his mind that Bakura looked like a fallen angel of some kind.

"My father…" he mumbled, the only words he seemed to be capable of saying. His ears were roaring, so although he saw Bakura's lips moving, whatever his yami was saying had no impact whatsoever. Finally, Bakura reached out and forcefully pulled him around, then pushed his head down so that it was tucked between his knees, leaving his hand on Ryou's neck as a steady, comforting warmth.

Yuugi had noticed that Bakura and Yami were approaching, though he knew Ryou hadn't. Words couldn't describe the relief that shot through him when Bakura immediately walked over to Ryou and took charge. Seconds later, he felt Yami's presence behind him and turned, flinging his arms around Yami's waist and pressing his face into his stomach. Yami's hand came down on his head and smoothed back his hair in a comforting motion that helped as a gentle wave of soothing emotions came down their bond. He returned the favour, pushing back a stream of gratitude as the fear coiling in his chest loosened.

"Is that...?" Jou's voice sounded shocked and horrified all at once as he and Seto caught up to the small group. He took a step backwards. "Oh my god."

"It seems that Hafiz is playing even more of a twisted game then we realized," Seto muttered grimly. Footsteps passed by Yuugi and Yami, and Yuugi turned his head just enough to see that the taller boy had knelt down next to Osamu. He reached out and put a couple of fingers on Osamu's wrist, even though it was evident that the man was dead. "He's been dead for some time, I would guess. Probably never even knew what was coming."

A strangled whimper came from Ryou, and Bakura shot Seto a murderous glance. "Keep your comments to yourself, Priest," he hissed, gently kneading the back of Ryou's neck. After a few minutes, Ryou sat up, and though he looked a little better than before, his face was paler than his hair and his eyes were enormous.

"That was my father, wasn't it?" he asked, sounding like he wasn't entirely there.

Bakura didn't hesitate. "Yes."

"And he's dead."

"Yes."

"Good to know." Ryou nodded and bent over again, putting his head back between his legs and taking slow, deep breaths in an effort to avoid throwing up all over the floor. Once the urge had passed, he reached out and hooked one of his arms around Bakura's thigh, ensuring the older boy couldn't step away without his notice. Surprise flickered over Bakura's face, but amazingly, instead of pulling away he actually slid closer, allowing Ryou to get a better grip.

"What is the meaning of this?" Yami broke the silence with the cold question as he looked straight at Dark Blade. There was a dark light in his crimson eyes and Yuugi shivered. Even though the reformation of their bond went a long way towards grounding them both, there was still something about Yami that felt... unsettled. Like Yuugi had put him back together, but the cracks were still there and still dangerous. He almost pitied Dark Blade at that moment.

"A delivery." Dark Blade spoke in a deep, baritone voice that lacked any emotion whatsoever. "From my master. Consider it both a warning and also a promise."

Yami tensed. "You can tell your master that if he wants to make a promise, he can come and see us in person instead of frightening children with dead bodies," he replied. Only someone who knew him well would be able to hear the barely controlled anger in his voice. Seto stiffened slightly and stood up, backing out of the way and bringing his lover with him. If Dark Magician and Dark Blade got into it, he did not want to be in between them.

Dark Blade didn't deign to answer, but he did draw the two swords that had nearly taken Ryou's life before. Immediately, Dark Magician moved forward, sliding in front of them with a protective stance. As the two of them launched forward and came to blows, Yami pulled Yuugi to his feet and pushed the younger boy back down the hall, away from the battling duel monsters. Seto and Jou were on their heels. Bakura grabbed Ryou around the waist, hefted the younger boy over his shoulder, and followed. Ryou resisted with a thin cry, his eyes locked onto Osamu's body as he was carried further away. He struggled against Bakura's hold, but Bakura was too strong.

"Let go of me, damn it! Otou-san!" he yelled, his fingers clawing at Bakura's hand. "Bakura, let go!"

"Keep going!" Bakura barked when Yuugi hesitated. "Do not turn around."

The sounds of fighting gradually faded behind them, but none of them stopped until they were a full two floors above. By the top of the second staircase, Ryou had stopped squirming, and his heart-wrenching sobs were the only sound breaking the silence. Bakura halted and carefully set him back down on the ground. His face remained stoic even though Ryou twisted away from him instantly and buried his face in his hands. Yuugi looked from his friend to Bakura and then sighed, realizing that the two of them needed a minute. He coaxed his darker half into following him a little way down the hall and was relieved to see that Jou and Seto had gotten the same idea.

"You had no right," Ryou whispered at last, his words coming out in breathless gasps.

"What, to save your life?" Bakura folded his arms. "Did you want me to leave you there? How long do you think it would have been before Dark Blade spotted you and killed you for real this time?" Something flickered in his eyes and he scowled. "Did you miss the part where I said that you belong to me, Rabbit?"

"That was my father!" Ryou spun around, his honey brown eyes blazing as anger gave way to grief. He felt completely conflicted and he didn't know what to do about it. On the one hand, Osamu had been a poor parent to him, leaving for months at a time and barely communicating with him even when he was around. But on the other hand, he had been the only family that Ryou had had left. Friends, even a darker half, just weren't the same, and he couldn't help lashing out because of that.

"And he was dead, Ryou. You couldn't have done anything for him."

"That's not the point! He didn't deserve… that…" More tears were sliding down his face. Ryou looked down at his hands and mumbled, "It's… my fault. She was trying to get close to him because of the Millennium Ring. If it weren't for me, he would be… He would be…" He couldn't finish the sentence. The words caught in this throat and refused to go any further.

Bakura sighed and folded his arms. "It's not your fault. You're not the one who killed him, and he was the one who was foolish enough to fall for Dark Witch's charms."

Ryou just shook his head. A lump had formed in his throat, but he swallowed hard and forced the words out. "And if it hadn't been for me, she wouldn't have approached him in the first place."

For a few long moments, Bakura just stared at him without speaking, silently sizing Ryou up, as though deciding how much he thought he could get away with. The emotions coming down their bond were such a tangled mess that he couldn't have sorted through them if he had wanted to. Finally, he said slowly, "I fail to see why you're so upset. He chose her over you."

"What?" Ryou looked up at him, astonished. Out of all the things Bakura have said...

"It's the truth, isn't it?" There was wariness in Bakura's face. "You didn't like her but he allowed her to stay. I saw the look on your face when she was coming up the stairs. Her presence bothered you, and not just because your father got married without even bothering to tell you that it was going to happen beforehand." His lip curled, dark eyes flashing in disgust. "He abandoned you here, preferring instead to act like you didn't exist while he was gallivanting around the world. Why would you even want to care about the fate of someone who has treated you so poorly?"

"That's not the point, Bakura." Ryou closed his eyes briefly, a sudden, deep weariness rolling over him. Why did he have to be stuck with the yami who didn't care about other people? He couldn't even explain why the death of his father was hitting him so hard. After all, it wasn't like he hadn't guessed weeks ago. Dark Witch hadn't exactly gone out of her way to cover it up, and from the moment that he'd found that note, he'd been 99% certain that he was an orphan. But suspecting was not the same as knowing and it never would be. "Imagine if it was Mai and something you had done, unintentionally or not, had led to her death. What would you do?"

Dark eyes widened slightly and Ryou realized a split second too late that Bakura was already familiar with that scenario. Because of her status as a guardian - technically Bakura's guardian - Mai had been captured by Pegasus and Hafiz and held against her will for over two years. Granted, she wasn't dead, but Bakura hadn't known that. He'd spent well days... weeks... months thinking the worst. Ryou winced, regret and shame welling up inside of him, and shook his head, half-turning and burying his face into his hands in an effort to block out the world. There was just too much happening at once and he didn't know how to assimilate it, didn't have the chance to sit down and absorb it all.

Shockingly, amazingly, he felt warm hands sliding across his shoulders and down the curve of his back, shortly before he was pressed against something strong and firm. He opened his eyes and found himself staring into Bakura's chest. Slowly, he turned his hands and buried his fingers into the familiar fabric, struggling against the urge to break down and cry. "He was my father," he whispered, his shoulders trembling. "He was all I had left. I… I'm alone now."

That was the worst of it as far as Ryou was concerned, the thing that he couldn't wrap his mind around. Because technically, Bakura was right. Osamu had changed after the death of Amane and Emiko, becoming a completely different person who acted quite coldly towards his remaining child. Sometimes it was like his father might as well have died along with his mother and sister for all of the support that he gave. But that didn't change the fact that the man had still been alive. He'd been someone that Ryou could depend on to at least care for him a little, even if it was only in the smallest or most materialistic of ways. He'd been alone before and only the thought of having someone out there had sustained him; the thought of being totally alone was enough to make him feel like he was drowning.

"You're not alone." Bakura's voice was gruff and just barely loud enough for Ryou to hear. "You have all of your annoying friends around you. I can feel them staring at us, wanting to make that you're alright." His voice dropped even further and Ryou had to strain to listen. "And besides, didn't you hear what I told you before? Since we're light and dark, there is a bond between us that can never be broken. The Millennium Ring is only making that stronger. You will always be with me whether you like it or not."

After a long moment, Ryou tilted his head back, staring up at his yami in amazement. "Did you mean that?" he asked shakily, unsure of how to feel about that. It almost sounded like a confession. "But... I don't want you to feel like you have to be with me, Bakura. I want you to want to be with me." He paused and screwed his nose up. "That didn't sound right."

Bakura rolled his eyes and gave a heavy sigh. "Figures I'd get stuck with the insecure one," he muttered, tilting Ryou's face up. Though the comment was cruel, his hand on Ryou's cheek remained gentle, and so was the kiss that he leaned down to press against Ryou's partially parted lips. "It's occurred to me," he mumbled, their lips brushing with every word, "That being stuck with you is not the end of the world. Quite the opposite, Rabbit. If we're truly yami and hikari, than that means we have to be together. Anything else would weaken me too much."

"You say the sweetest things sometimes," Ryou mumbled, though there was a very tiny smile on his lips. He closed his eyes and sighed, content for just a moment to stay within the safe arms of his other half.

Several feet down the hall, Yuugi watched the two white-haired boys embrace and smiled to himself. He'd wondered about Bakura and Ryou, sometimes, but now he could see that his concern had been unnecessary. Bakura might have been all jagged harsh edges on the outside, but no one could deny that he was holding Ryou as delicately as though the younger boy was made from fragile, spun glass that could shatter at any moment. Sighing happily, he leaned further into a warm side and looked up at Jou as Yami's arm tightened around him absently. Onto the next pressing issue: his blond friend appeared to be completely involved in rubbing his side, but every once in a while he'd cast an odd look in Yuugi's direction.

"You okay, Jou?" he asked gently. There was no response, and it appeared that Jou didn't even notice that he'd spoken. Yuugi frowned and spoke louder. "Jou? Jou!"

"What?" Jou's head snapped around with a look of alarm. "Oh. I'm sorry. What did you say?"

"I asked if you were alright."

"I'm fine. I just... No, I'm fine." He shook his head, though in all honesty he didn't look fine. Yuugi regretfully slid out from underneath Yami's arm – he wasn't sure his darker half even noticed, considering how deeply into his conversation with Seto he was – and took Jou's arm, pulling him none too gently down the hallway. He stopped once they were out of earshot, but still close enough to be in easy reach of Yami and Seto if something went wrong.

"Alright, spill it. What's going on?" he asked, folding his arms. "And don't think I won't get Ryou, because I will."

Jou stared at him and his mouth twitched. "You really haven't changed, have you?" he asked after a long moment, losing the battle against fighting back a smile. "Gees, Yuugi."

"I'll never change," Yuugi said flippantly. It was a complete lie because he had already changed a lot. The person he had been a month ago had never known what it was like to be whole, had never know what it was like to have that be stripped away, to be left alone with nothing to hold onto but the faintest of hopes. He suppressed a shudder and unconsciously rubbed at the painful red ring around his wrist. "Jou, really, I want to know what's bothering you. Did something happen to you and Seto?"

"We had a run-in with Silent Magician and had our asses handed to us, but other than that, no." Jou paused and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He cast a glance over his shoulder at Seto, honey eyes scanning his lover silently and making sure that the older boy was distracted, before he looked at Yuugi. "Seto tried summoning Blue Eyes during the fight and he couldn't. Even when I tried to help him, it didn't make a difference. It was like someone had completely cut our connection to them. It was..." His voice trailed off and he worked hard to conceal the shiver that worked its way over his skin. "I didn't like it. After I summoned Red Eyes for the first time in the Shadow Realm, it was like our bond was stronger. I could almost sense what it was like for Seto and Blue Eyes White Dragon all the time." There was something sad in his eyes. "Having that taken away… I could almost understand what it must have been like for you."

"Jou..." Yuugi just looked at him, speechless.

"Don't," Jou said with a wave of his hand. "I get it." He shook his head. "Man, at one time, I was a little jealous of you guys and the connection you could have. I kind of wished that Seto and I could be like that, more than just soul mates, I mean. But having seen what that's like... it was as though a little part of me had been taken away and that was just my partner. I don't want to think about what you went through."

"Then don't," he advised softly. "Don't concern yourself with it, Jou. I appreciate you trying to understand what happened, but there's no need for you to do that. And especially not now." A half-hearted smile tugged at his lips. "Believe me, it's not a big deal."

"But Yuugi - " Jou began, and then stopped as surprise flashed across his face. A second later, a tanned arm was draped casually around Yuugi's shoulders. He tensed, prepared to bolt back to Yami, but relaxed when he realized that it was only Malik. Mariku was standing right behind him, holding onto…

"The Ring!" Ryou was suddenly there, his hands out-stretched. Mariku handed the Millennium Ring over to him without comment and watched as Ryou placed the item back around his neck where it belonged.

"Dare I ask how you got that back?" Yami asked wryly, approaching with Bakura and Seto in tow.

"We found it," Malik said innocently, one hand unconsciously resting on the Rod. "Well, okay, actually some servant was trying to sneak out of the castle with it. But she was very eager to give it up in the end." He drummed his fingers against the Rod and the faintest hint of a smirk slipped across his face.

"I think Mariku is being a bad influence on you," Ryou muttered. Malik just grinned.

"But what happened to Silent Magician?" Jou asked curiously. He couldn't remember much about what had happened after Seto and he had been unable to summon their partners, despite trying for a good five minutes straight. Silent Magician had invoked Silence Wave for a second time, and his fear about someone - especially a particular duel monster - coming up behind him had been realized. The blow to the back of his head had rendered him unconscious until a jolt of Seto's magic woke him up minutes later. Yami, Bakura and Seto had been standing over him, but there hadn't been any sign of Dark Magician, and before he'd gotten a chance to ask any questions, Yami and Bakura had taken off in a panic, leaving him and Seto to follow.

"He won't be a problem anymore," said Bakura. There was a glint of - something - in his eyes that made Jou distinctly uneasy, especially when he saw the same look replicated in Yami's face. Maybe it had been a good thing that he'd been knocked unconscious. He didn't relish the thought of seeing anyone, much less a duel monster, being torn apart.

"And Maiden of the Moonlight?" Seto asked.

"As soon as the Field Barrier is no longer in effect, she'll have a one way trip to the graveyard," Mariku promised. Malik shot him a small smile.

"A Field Barrier." The taller brunette scowled and one of his hands clenched into a loose fist. "I should have guessed."

"Mai, Anzu and Nee-san are working on it," Malik offered. "Mai thought it was likely that it had been set up in the North Tower. They went to go see what they could do about it."

"Then let's go," said Yami. "We'll join up with them there. It's not safe for us to be wandering around this castle by ourselves. One of us could be taken and the rest of us would never know." He took Yuugi's hands, curling his fingers protectively.

It was only as Yami was saying that, that something occurred to Yuugi. He looked up and around, blinking as he silently calculated who was with them. "Hang on. You said Anzu-chan, Mai-san and Isis-nee-san went up to the North Tower," he said slowly. "Where are Shizuka-chan and Mokuba-kun?"

"They were supposed to be outside," Jou replied. His tone of voice made it clear that he didn't think that was the case.

Yuugi nodded, worry flashing over his face. "And what about Honda-kun and Otogi-kun?"

There was a long pause during which everyone exchanged blank looks.

"Uh-oh."

GMA

Honda and Otogi had entered the castle with Seto, Jou, Bakura, Mariku, Anzu and Harpy Lady. It had been their intention to stay with the others because, after all, Otogi knew from experience that Pegasus could be one screwed up man when he wanted to be, and he had no doubts about the dangers that Illusion Castle could – and likely would, given the right opportunity – present. But as he trailed along behind the others, a flickering of dull purple light caught his eye, and he turned his head just in time to see the edge of a deep blue cloak as someone whirled around and disappeared down a long passage. His first instinct was to ignore what he'd seen and keep walking, but his body wasn't listening to what his guy was saying; almost mechanically, he turned in the direction of the passage.

It was dark, darker than he was truly comfortable with because he couldn't see much, but at the very end of the corridor he could just make out that purple light. Otogi blinked and licked his lips, eyes locked onto the sight; there was just something about it that was very attractive, like it was calling to him. He absently wound the tip of his ponytail around his index finger as he contemplated stepping into the passage and wondered whether this was something that Honda would later scold him for. Likely, but sometimes that was a necessary evil. He took a single step forward, just far enough so that the tips of his boots were inside the edge of the shadow, and paused.

A hand came from behind him and wrapped around the base of his ponytail, tugging with just enough force to hurt. Otogi jumped, torn from his daze, and spun around to see that his lover standing so close that their chests brushed when he moved. One look at Honda's face told him that the taller man was not pleased with his actions and he smiled sheepishly, not daring to try and pull free. The last time Honda had grabbed his hair and refused to let go, it had resulted in a few strands being torn free when Otogi forcibly jerked away from him. Now he knew better methods.

"Hiroto," he said in his best soft but throaty purr, deliberately rolling the 'r'.

"Where do you think you're going?" Honda asked, though the sound of his name spoken in that tone had caused his face to soften slightly. "What are you doing, separating from the others?"

"I could see something down there," Otogi replied, tilting his head slightly to indicate the corridor behind them. Honda glanced over his head, his deep brown eyes searching the passage. The faint frown on his lips indicated that he couldn't see what Otogi had, so Otogi elaborated. "It's a purple light that keeps flashing on and off. I just wondered what it was for, that's all. I wasn't really going to go."

"Really," Honda said with a raised eyebrow. "Then please explain why you've been standing here staring for at least ten minutes? It was ages before I noticed and doubled back. I only just managed to find my way back here."

Otogi blinked up at him. "Ten minutes? Really?" he repeated doubtfully. It certainly hadn't felt that long. If anything, he could have sworn that he'd only been standing there for a few seconds. He turned, gazing back down the corridor, and instantly spotted the purple light again. The flickering was so attractive, like a little firework going off in the middle of the darkness, and it called to him. Breathing out slowly, he tried to step forward.

"Ryuuji!" Pain shot across the back of his scalp when Honda's hand tightened and a strangled squeak escaped him as he was jolted to a forced stop. Honda dragged him backwards and wrapped an arm around his waist, preventing him from going any further. "What is the matter with you?"

"Can't you see it?" Otogi asked, dropping his hands to rest lightly on Honda's arm. His hands squeezed convulsively and he leaned forward eagerly. "It's there, I'm telling you. Let go. I just want to see what it is."

"No, I'm not letting go! We're leaving, come on." Honda lifted him off of his feet and turned, intending to catch up to the others. He winced as Otogi began to struggle, landing a few punches to the parts of Honda's body that he could reach, but refused to let go. They'd only gone a handful of feet when he felt a painful sting on the right side of his neck. Instantly, the world went hazy and dim, and Otogi jerked free of his grasp, spinning away as Honda slumped to his knees.

Otogi should have been concerned about his lover. Logically, he knew that, and on a distant level, it was impossible not to be as Honda crumpled into a heap on the floor. But it was as though those emotions were a hundred miles away as he faced an enormous butterfly with wings that were burning a deep shade of violet. He reached out a hand and felt a hard pinch on the palm of his hand. His legs went out from underneath him and he fell, landing hard on the ground, emerald eyes lingering on the purple flames until he could no longer keep them open and he succumbed to unconsciousness.

GMA

The room wasn't really much to look at. Anzu pushed the door open a little more as Mai walked further into the room, keeping all attention on her. Pegasus in particular seemed to be riveted by her appearance, though his face fell when Mai got close enough for him to begin to pin-point the subtle differences between her and the girl in the portrait. Still, Anzu couldn't help but notice that there were some key similarities, and she wondered over that as she and Isis stepped into the room. Isis put a finger to her mouth and gestured, prompting a silent nod from Anzu; while Mai distracted Pegasus, the two of them would do a search for the Field Barrier card. She started shifting through the piles of junk, all while keeping an eye on the situation. Pegasus's voice made her jump.

"You're not Cecelia," he hissed, staring at Mai and clenching his fists. When she'd walked into the room, his heart had leapt for joy, and the anticipation of seeing those beautiful emerald eyes, filled with warmth and life, staring back at him had flooded through him. His hopes were dashed when he saw that the girl standing before him had violet eyes. She was beautiful, yes, and at one point she would have likely appealed to his personal tastes, but she was nothing compared to Cecelia. Roughly, he dashed tears from his eye and spat, "Who are you?"

"You know who I am," said Mai sadly, clasping her hands in front of her. It was a movement that made her look much younger than a woman in her early twenties and Pegasus hesitated, suddenly unsure, as the faintest of memories stirred in his mind. Seeing this, Mai gave him a wistful smile. "I knew you would recognize me eventually. That's why I've stayed here for so long, waiting."

"But... I don't." There was confusion now, replacing the rage that drained away as quickly as though it had never existed in the first place. Pegasus cocked his head to the side and looked at her more closely. Something about the way she stood, the way she moved, the way her hair fell around her shoulders, it all tugged at him and he shook his head, frustrated. "Who are you?"

"My name is Kujaku Mai," Mai said, her voice remaining soft and gentle, so gentle. She looked up at him and her lips parted to change his whole world. "I'm Cecelia's younger sister."

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Note: Camp NaNo starts on June 1st and I have no idea what to write, but it could be a YGO fanfic if I can think of a plot. If you have a prompt you want to see me tackle, now's your chance to throw it at me.