AN: Sorry people, but I don't think I'll be making a third alphabet. I could ('coz there are definately enough bunnies bouncing around in my head for a third one), but I really want to actually get back to writing my chaptered fics again, even if they are a bit shit (huge understatement) and need major over-hauls. So all in all this should be the final, final drabble. I may feel the need to write a third alphabet sometime in the distant future but really don't hold your breaths.

I hope you guys had as much fun reading these as I did writing them, tomorrow I'm updating with a final little chapter for this which will be a little list of the drabbles I will be most willing to turn into one-shots/fics that you can vote on, so watch out for that!

Bonus Drabble: Editor

Yami raised an eyebrow, lowering the new manuscript his client had handed him to look into the eyes of its author.

Yuugi looked back at him, blankly but with a ghost of an almost smirk flicking at the corners of his full lips. Knowing that what he'd written was of the same class as the rest of his works, the string of novels that had earned him millions and inspired its own movie adaptations. But also knowing exactly what his editor was going to say about it.

"Yuugi," Yami began with a careful look, "This is beautiful, intoxicating, alive and erotic. However," He took a breath, "Is this us?"

"It may have been inspired by one of our many encounters, yes." Yuugi was definitely fighting a grin now.

"Yuugi," Yami ground out, "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"I'm fine."

"But are you sure that we don't want to edit just little bits? This 'Atemu' is me right?"

"He might be. But I like it, the little things give authenticity."

"I do not want the general public knowing about my…my…"

"Thing about the inside of your elbow?"

A definite twitch moved the lower lid of Yami's eye, knowing that arguing was hopeless, Yuugi would get his way. He always did.

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