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Fairydust

PM: I will not complain about the last chapter because if I do, I think people will come after me. Anyhow, for this chapter, which is mainly fluff, it takes place on Wednesday night (skipped the afternoon cause nothing really happens). Now this chapter really sucked. I'm not kidding. I wasn't satisfied with it AT ALL even though my beta-reader said it was okay… not as good as the last chapters, but still okay. So I decided to rewrite the chapter… kept some of the beginning, but changed the rest (except for some of the end). Hope it's better now… and don't get on my case about me having bad self-esteem! ^^;;

King Snookums: But it's true… wait… *notices something new* WHAT THE HECK?!

PM: *innocent look* What is it, King Snookums?

Yue: Why is Yami being called King Snookums?

King Snookums (aka Yami no Yuugi): PM! GET BACK HERE AND CHANGE THIS RIGHT NOW!

PM *sniffles*: No. *pauses before maliciously whispering* King Snookums.

King Snookums: I'm a spirit who's been locked in a piece of metal for 5000 years, and now you strip me of my dignity?!

PM: I think I did that a longgggggggggggg time ago, King Snookums. (And I got the idea from Akaiblush! ^_^)

Minna-san, arigatou gozaimasu for those absolutely wonderful reviews. You are all just wonderful. Special thanks to pinkangelsakura for helping me figure out this chapter's event, and many thanks to Mariel for beta-reading… Poor dear, having to deal with the likes of me! And I just want to lend out a grateful thanks to Wildwolf-san, Ruri-chan, and Abby for dealing with me through e-mail and IM. *hugs* The conversations I have with the three of you have been great, and I am grateful to this story for allowing me to meet three wonderful people. So anyhow, many thanks to juvi (^_^), The Evil Laugh (I'll help you out here and tell you that I only update once a week… usually on Sunday), … blank? (here, here, here it is), Ginny (Seto: I will never change diapers again…), Shamanic Guardian Lena (I found the episodes on a site called… um… Animeniacs or something. 60 bucks for two DVD sets. If you e-mail me, I'll send you the direct link… if you'd rather not, I'll try to remember to post it in the next chapter), Wildwolf (*drooling* Yami-kun in chains… *swoon*), Ruri-chan (~sparkles~ You like me! You really like me! *gets knocked on the head by Ryou wielding Yami's mallet* Yami: Why don't I ever get to use it?), *i n c o h e r e n t* (The sequel won't be up until after I finish this fic… and finish part one… and still haven't exactly done that yet… man oh man, I am pathetic), dilanda (My crowning achievement…. I got Ryou to kiss somebody! *insert a long bit of squeals*), sliverlaugh1155 (once a week! Once a week! The reason why I do that is because I don't want to leave you dangling for any longer!), Bloody Shinigmi (^_^ Your review made me laugh so hard! And I can type quite quickly… but the ideas take a bit longer to come along ^_~), Kiki Jones (:P Send me an e-mail of all your favorite parts then! Ryou: Stop basking in your own glory, you loser. PM *sniffles* So mean…), Ishi Tatsu (Ryou: I don't find this at all fun. Seto *evil grin* I do!), Mejika (*hugs Mejika* Thanks soooo much… your review meant a lot to me), tuulikki (I made your day? ^_^ I'm glad!), and Bronze Eagle (Ryou: I'm not clueless… PM: Whatever). ^_^ Thank you all, and I hope this chapter doesn't dissapoint you!

~ Level Two ~

An auction, as defined for practical uses, is an event where things that were created for the sole purpose of collecting dust in a home or museum are sold for outrageously expensive prices that could feed a family of ten for the span of several years, simply for the soul purpose of sitting in a house or museum and collecting dust or growing a family of ten comprised of mold. Note that the definition is merely for practical purposes; I am sure that in this case, Webster would beg to differ. However, I for one am sure that this is the true definition judging from what I'm seeing now.

Even as I speak, somebody is willing to pay enough money to buy a small house in the country for a plate that looks as if it could be bought on the flea market… ten for a hundred yen. Much to my own pleasure, though, is that Kaiba-kun has yet to bid on anything, although it does bring up that ever-present question of why we have to be here. Who knows, maybe after this is over, Kaiba-kun will be auctioning me off to somebody else who needs to get rid of an unrelenting pursuer.

I wouldn't be surprised.

Forgive me for being so cynical, but class wasn't exactly what could be termed as relaxing. The teacher, for some odd reason, seemed to have a grudge against Kaiba-kun, and he had no problem in taking his aggressions out on myself. As a result, even those who have not caught a glimpse of any headlines of gossip magazines when on the streets or waiting in line in those overly crowded supermarkets close to the college campus now know what is going on between Kaiba-kun and me. Kind of.

Unless somebody managed to get a hold of Jyounouchi-kun and he told them all about how it's all a fake. Which I suppose wouldn't surprise me very much, seeing that Jyounouchi-kun has a tiny problem of keeping his mouth shut in these types of situations. For example, the time he told everybody who would listen to him (without thinking he was insane, at least) that Yami-kun used to have a crush on the Black Magician. That was certainly not a good situation, for either Yami-kun or Jyounouchi-kun. I believe it was worse off for Jyounouchi-kun though because soon after, we found him dangling upside down from a street sign, tied and gagged, with a very calm Yami-kun watching with a somewhat serene yet completely sadistic grin on his face.

Is it just me, or does Jyounouchi-kun's big mouth have a tendency of getting himself into a lot of trouble?

Anyhow, it took a very long time to get Jyounouchi-kun down from there, taking the combined efforts of Honda-kun, Otogi-kun, and myself. Yami-kun refused to allow Yuugi-kun to take over and help, while Anzu was under the opinion that Jyounouchi-kun deserved the punishment. It took about an hour for us just to convince Yami-kun to simply let us close enough to Jyounouchi-kun to help him.

I am very pleased to announce, though, that Jyounouchi-kun didn't blurt out anymore of our secrets for another week.

Anyway, getting back to what happened in class, it eventually got to the point that I was ready to throw my textbook at the teacher's head, willing to endure any type of punishment merely to hear the lovely 'conk' sound the concept of a very heavy book hitting somebody's head was sure to make.

As delightful as a story that would make right now, I'm not going to go into it at the moment. Let's just say that it's a very good thing that I only go to that class once a week, although it might be a while longer before the professor forgets that bruise.

So I just watch the auction's progress, completely bored out of my mind, as a painting that a three-year old could create is auctioned off for more money than I'll ever possess in the entirety of my life. I don't care what the experts say, but I will never understand the symbolism and deep moral meanings behind a painting of a blue curve (PM: my art history teacher will have my neck for that quip).

Anyhow, a couple minutes later, somebody is now the proud owner of a picture of a blue curve, and the next ludicrously priced object is placed on the mantle.

If you think I wanted to kill Kaiba-kun before, you should look at me now.

Also, I cannot forget to mention that these are the most uncomfortable seats I have ever sat in. They appear to be built for discomfort, and I wouldn't be surprised if it turns out that they were bought at an auction, each for a price that is ridiculously high. I mean, honestly, if you're going to cram a bunch of people into an already cramped space, you could at least give them a little breathing room and at the very, very, very least, comfortable seats.

"Who buys this kind of stuff?" I mumble softly, watching in absolute fascination as another overly priced piece of junk is sold off. And I thought otousan was bad about buying stuff… gold pendants with evil spirits not withstanding.

"Lots of people," Kaiba-kun replies evenly, sounding very annoyed with me already. Good god, if I'm trying to set a record for annoying him out of his mind in record time, I'm doing a really good job.

"Like you?" the two little words rush out before I can cram them back into my mouth and zip it shut. Or better yet, use super glue.

Kaiba-kun just smirks, reminding me very much of Yami Bakura (which is most certainly NOT a good thing!), "Perhaps."

Don't tell me. Not only is this where you bought the giant stuffed Pikachu for Mokuba, but where you buy the skulls of long deceased kings to add to your collection, and mine will be joining theirs soon. Why? Well, because in truth, you're having an affair with the auctioneer! Of course! Why didn't I ever think of that?!

Yes, I'll like to order, waiter. Some rice and curry with a side of a reality check, thank you very much.

~ * ~

He ditched me… I cannot believe he ditched me!

Okay, so it's not that much of a stretch of imagination, but knowing that doesn't make the situation any better. I'm starting to feel kind of annoyed that Kaiba-kun just ditched me, but I guess I should just get used to it. He probably went to go talk to Yoshizawa-san during the break, ignoring his 'poor, pathetic' koi to deal with the situation himself.

I sip nervously at my cup of tea as I try to blend into the background… I read a story about this insane woman who eventually thought she was this old woman who escaped from these sheets of yellow wallpaper. At the end of the story, she started ripping away strips of the paper and screaming at her husband that she had escaped and no matter how hard he tried, he wasn't going to put her back in. [1]

Whenever I read that story, it makes me wonder what type of life she must have had to make her go to such extremities, to believe such things in the short span of two months. To be neglected by her husband, to be treated as a helpless infant? Perhaps in a way, she truly did escape at the end of the story, although she escaped through her insanity.

To become free… through insanity… is it worth it? Is anything worth it in the long run? As I lean against the wall, taking in the views and feeling like an intruder in a life I never should have need to belong to, I feel as if I am nothing more than a specter or ghost, trying to discover the truth in life.

If there even is one.

Escape can be defined in a variety of ways, I suppose. I would like nothing more than to escape this world. I don't belong, I don't know if I want to. Although such barriers have long been thought gone, will they ever be gone until true equality is established? What right does one have to spend lavish amounts of money on finger paintings when there are people starving in a distant country?

By pretending they aren't there, it doesn't mean they're erased from existence.

I think I'm starting to get a headache.

My thoughts start to wander again to that ever-present question. What possibly could have possessed me to agree to Kaiba-kun's request? Against all common sense, logic, and reasoning, why did I ever agree? Is there a reason, or am I merely a victim to my emotions?

Why did I agree to allow myself to be brought into this trap? To bind myself to an agreement that I neither understand nor agree with? Am I still harboring my pathetic hopes and desires that I refuse to let out?

I kissed him.

Does that mean I love him? Is that why I agreed? I'm starting to break into a sweat… this wasn't supposed to happen. This was simply a favor I did for a friend…

A friend? Don't make me laugh. We're not friends… We're not…

Anything.

So why did I say yes?

I know I'm a pushover. I know that when somebody tells me to jump, I jump, and when somebody tells me to grovel, I'll grovel. It's not that I have no will of my own, although in a way I suppose that contributes, but… I really don't know what it is. I don't even know what I'm saying!

I think that by now, I've realized that nothing is really going to be the same after this. I know it sounds odd and it has taken me simply way too long to realize such a thing, but the true reality and gravity of the future has not dawned upon me until now.

In less than a week, this will all be over. But how will I have changed in that same week?

The realistic part of me knows that Kaiba-kun will simply be throwing me off after this. Not that I should expect him to do any less. After this week, I will cease to be a part of his existence, and I should be all too happy to comply with his wishes for me to fade into the background.

But the emotional part of me is not about to do that.

Human beings are not really logical beings. Sure, we may claim that we are ruled by logic, but are we really? If so, why do we allow our emotions to escape our check? Perhaps it's odd to be thinking about human nature in the moment, but it's not as if I have anything else to do, is it?

Despite our wishes, we allow ourselves to be ruled by our emotions. Sometimes, people can be more pragmatic and try to restrain those emotions, but ultimately, it eventually escapes our grasp.

Am I waiting for Kaiba-kun to let his emotions loose?

It's come in bits and pieces, merely hints and small situations that end up becoming awkward and most likely annoying to him. But it's been coming out.

Is it because I've never had reason to see him in a different light that I can now see these small escapes of emotions? Or is it something else that I cannot comprehend?

Maybe I'm reading too far into this. It's probably nothing. When I'm involved, it usually turns out to be nothing.

So I have a low opinion of myself. Big deal. But this is life, not fantasy. I'll live. I'll get over it.

…

Do I understand a single word that I just said?

"Ryou? Ryou, are you okay?"

I open my eyes and find myself staring into Kaiba-kun's concerned turquoise eyes. His hand is held out and there is a hint of emotion in his eyes… emotions of what, I don't really know.

Before I can stop myself, I hear myself asking, "Does it even matter?"

There is silence as we stare at each other, his face suddenly turned to stone. The emotion drains out so there's nothing left, as if I'm looking at a statue. Neither of us moves as we stare at each other down, as if waiting for some god to come down and retract those four words.

And of course, we both know it's not going to happen.

Without a word, he grabs my wrist and leads me back to the auction room in stony silence. I'm only too happy to comply with the silence, but being led back to my gilded cage isn't something that I can sincerely say I appreciate.

Perhaps I should have torn down that wallpaper when I had the chance… but now the insane man is going to go back inside, and he'd better be smiling the whole time.

I might as well just kill myself now.

~ * ~

I feel ill by the end of the auction, something that Kaiba-kun does not fail to notice. Whether it's because he senses my discomfort or simply noticed that my face is more pale than usual and slightly greenish, I have no idea. However, cold logic tells me that it is my face color. My guess is that he has no interest in having me throw up on his fancy suit. Not that I can blame him. What a pain in the ass it must be to get that dry-cleaned.

The cold night air is bitterly cold, not much unlike life itself. But that is a completely different story. The effect of the chill is to wake me up slightly, as I was starting to feel groggy from boredom. Not that I dared to fall asleep after making a complete prat out of myself at Kaiba-kun's 'tea for two'. I still feel like getting a stranglehold every time I remember that.

Sighing softly as I look up at the sky, which is shrouded in clouds (not that it would matter… the lights from the city are so bright as to obscure the stars anyway), I try to ignore the distant screaming of Kaiba-kun into his cell phone.

Yes, his cell phone. I swear he's going to marry it someday.

What an interesting sight that would be… Maybe I'll get to be his bridesmaid, seeing that I have a slight suspicion he finds me very girly.

"He's lost." Kaiba-kun's voice is flat and shaking with repressed rage as he sits on the steps next to me, glaring at the offending cell phone, "He's lost."

I just stare at him, slowly comprehending the words. He's lost… he's lost?! Oh Kami-sama, somebody truly, truly, truly hates me.

After a moment of silence of just staring blankly at each other, he sighs softly and looks away, staring up at the clouds. Maybe he's annoyed with me for accepting the situation in relative calm… yeah, calm, if my mind doesn't stop that racket it's making, I'm going to get a grade A headache.

"Oniisan used to make up stories about the stars," the words slip out of my mouth before I can cram them back in… I've noticed a tendency to doing those types of things lately, although I cannot for the life of me figure out why. Instead of doing the smart thing and leaving it at that, I just barrel on, most likely sounding very much like an idiot, "Unfortunately, he was also fascinated with horror stories at the same time, and preferred to tell stories that would send me bursting into tears and afraid of aliens coming to kidnap me in order to get a look at my intestines."

That is, quite simply put, very much true. You never would have known a kid more scared than I was… although now I have my own horror stories to tell.

I would have expected Kaiba-kun to just brush off my stroll down memory lane, or at the very most give an uninterested 'Oh', but he actually turns to face me.

"Mokuba was like that. Except he didn't manage to scare me," he gives me a crooked smile that looks kinda sweet on his face, "I think he was trying to get revenge on me for convincing him that the Venus fly trap was secretly growing larger in order to come after him one night and eat him."

"Well, that wasn't very nice."

"It wasn't meant to be…" he grins.

I giggle softly, very much like a ditzy school girl.

"True," I admit, "Very much true."

"Do you ever wonder if the stars can tell our future?" Kaiba-kun frowns at his own question, "I never liked the idea that our future is already planned out for us, as if we're puppets and some celestial being is the great puppeteer. I don't like the thought of being manipulated like that."

"Yes, but it's usually much easier to blame your mistakes on fate or some unknown, faceless being rather than admitting your faults to yourself," I can't help but retort simply.

He doesn't reply to that.

Are you thinking that this whole situation was a mistake?

"I'd rather face my own faults," he suddenly interjects, "Then be under someone else's thumb."

Then, unexpectedly, he turns to look at me, those startling turquoise eyes surprisingly soft.

Before I can blush and turn away, he leans forward and kisses me on the lips. The kiss… it's… different from the one at the breakfast. It's not so much out of necessity than perhaps his own decision, and I can't help but get swept up by the sincerity in his movements.

"I see you've got the hang of at least being gentle."

Is this what she meant by that?

There's no one around, thank god for that, but I suppose by this point, we've both thrown logic and caution to the winds and succumbed to our emotions.

~ * ~

By the time the driver shows up, sweating nervously and looking like a prisoner about to get his head cut off, Seto has progressed from my face to my neck, his hands gently wrapped around my waist. As for me, I'm more than satisfied to lean against him as he himself leans against the concrete walls that serve as the handrails for the stairs, the both of us seemingly unaware of the world around us.

I don't know what thoughts went through his head when he saw us, nor do I actually want to know. I'm just glad there weren't any reporters around to get a picture of this… or I would be the one facing otousan looking like a prisoner about to get my head cut off.

Seto has pulled my shirt down far enough to reveal where the neck meets the shoulder, and is busily entertaining himself. And me… well, I'm practically purring like a contented cat… a fat, lazy, but very much contented cat.

A soft squeak catches our attention and we both look up at exactly the same time to see the driver, who is staring at us with saucer-sized eyes and looking as if he is witnessing an alien event.

Which, considering who is involved, might be exactly that.

We both freeze and stare at him… of course, he just stares back.

Finally, Kaiba-kun coolly ends the stand-off when he opens his mouth to say, "We'll be there shortly."

He nods, still looking dazed and very much confused, before bowing slightly and walking stiffly to the car… a fast, quick-paced walk with jerky steps that makes him look very much like a robot.

Kaiba-kun and I watch after him for a moment, waiting until he is gone before looking at each other and bursting into simultaneous laughter.

"I'll have to give him a raise for the emotional trauma, most likely," Kaiba-kun smirks as he helps me up, gently pulling my shirt back so I look a bit more decent. It's a good thing my hair is more or less always messed up, although it's nowhere as bad as Yami Bakura's hair.

"It could have been worse," I grin, stealing Otogi-kun's words.

"How?"

I shrug, not really knowing what to say before evilly replying, "It could have been your brother and his virgin eyes."

There's a pause after that as Kaiba-kun contemplates my words.

"I'm not sure he's that innocent," he finally says as he takes me by the hand and leads me to the car, a devious smirk on his face, "At least, I don't think he is… I wonder if I should give him the lecture of the birds and the bees."

"Good grief."

Kaiba-kun laughs again. And if I didn't join in the laughter, I would be wondering if he had been feeling a bit off lately.

However, I will be the first to admit that it is a very nice feeling.

~ * ~

"What the hell is that?!"

I freeze at Jyounouchi-kun's question, guiltily turning around to look at him and fighting the blush off my face, innocently asking, "What, Jyounouchi-kun?"

He couldn't possibly have found out about the scene at the auction house, could he?! The driver wouldn't have sold the story, would he?! Kaiba-kun would have been able to bribe him enough, right?!

Try to forget unfortunate situation with waiters on first night…

Oh crap.

Before I can even finish that thought process though, Jyounouchi-kun strides up to me, grabs my arm, and points at the offending…

"HICKEY! You have a hickey!" Jyounouchi-kun roars as I resist the urge to roll my eyes… yes, just tell the whole world, why don't you?

"Jyounouchi-kun," I sigh (with a very whiny edge to my voice) while quickly covering up the mark with my shirt, "Don't overreact already!"

"Overreact?! You have… a… a…" he gestures at my neck, apparently unable to get the extremely offensive word out of his mouth, "I can't believe it! I just…" he pauses and gives me one of his looks, staring at me as if trying to probe me for all my hidden secrets.

"You guys haven't gotten to level three, have you?"

"Level three?" I was about to ask what it is too, but Otogi-kun beat me to the rush. He stares at us with a raised eyebrow, his green eyes looking back and forth from us as he casually steps into the room, "What on earth is that?"

"Don't get him started…" Anzu mutters, her and Yuugi-kun joining our happy little get-together, but it's already too late. Jyounouchi-kun has already seated me down on the bed, grabbed Otogi-kun and seated him on the chair, before he rushes over and ends up standing over the both of us as if he is some angry general and we didn't shine our shoes properly.

"I can't believe you two don't know what level three is!" Jyounouchi-kun glares at us, obviously exasperated with our innocence (wait, let me rethink that… Otogi-kun… innocent? I know he's not out everyday, but he would be the last one for me to expect to be innocent… and from the look on Yuugi-kun's face in the doorway, even he is clearly privy to this classified information). Otogi-kun and I glance at each other, shrug, and look back at him with the same mockingly innocent looks in our eyes.

"Oh, please enlighten us Jyounouchi," he smirks, but apparently Jyounouchi-kun failed to notice the sarcasm dripping from every word.

"Level one is hand-holding, the occasional kiss, and splitting the check in half," Jyounouchi-kun starts listing off on his fingers as I roll my eyes. Well, does that mean we skipped level one? If the check was ever split in half, I wouldn't be able to pay for my own meals for the rest of the term. Otogi-kun seems to be sharing the same thought process as we look at each other again and just shake our heads. At the doorway, Yuugi-kun and Anzu are struggling not to laugh at our situation… remind me to put frogs in their beds later.

"Level two is… that!" Jyounouchi-kun gestures at me… or more correctly, my neck. This time I blush and refrain from saying anything, lest I cause Jyounouchi-kun to panic even more.

"So what is this fabled level three?" Otogi-kun drawls, looking at him expectantly. Jyounouchi-kun huffs and crosses his arms, looking at the two of us as if we are idiots.

"Since you don't know already, you are obviously too innocent to know and I will not be the one to dirty your minds!" he decides, causing both Otogi-kun and I to collapse on the floor in peevishly twitching piles.

"Jyounouchi!"

"Jyounouchi-kun!"

Jyounouchi-kun ignores our exasperated yells, sticking a finger in my face.

"You will not be reaching level three," he says firmly. I resist the urge to imitate that fluffy stuffed animal in Cardcaptor Sakura and bite his finger. That ought to teach him.

"But Jyounouchi," Otogi-kun blinks big Bambi eyes at him, causing Yuugi-kun and Anzu to burst into hysterical laughter (I would be laughing too, but the innocent act needs to be maintained at the moment), as he continues in a sugary sweet voice, "You still haven't explained to our virgin ears what level three is!"

"Level three," he glares at us as if he is a great god giving us mere mortals information that should not be heard, "is, simply put, having an intimate relationship with your significant other. Which," he gives me a pointed look, "Kaiba is not."

"So it's having sex?"

"OTOGI!"

"What?"

Yuugi-kun and Anzu just laugh harder.

"YOU TWO ARE NOT HELPING!" Jyounouchi-kun roars.

Otogi-kun rolls his eyes, "Jyounouchi, you really aren't one to be talking. Wasn't it just yesterday that I heard you talking on the phone with Mai-san and…"

"Urusei!"

"Demo… [2]"

"URUSEI! [3]"

"I got it! Mwaha! I got it!" The room falls deathly still as Honda-kun comes running in the room, yelling at the top of his lungs (I'm surprised the rest of the floor hasn't tried to get the six of us kicked out yet), "A moonlight serenade! I'll sing my love! Yes! That is it! Otogi, I'll…"

There's this long silence as he finally looks at us to get feedback on his plan only to realize that Otogi-kun is sitting right there, staring at him as if he is a ghost come to haunt him. It's rather funny, actually. His face has turned deathly right but his cheeks have turned bright red, and with the deep green color of his eyes, he looks like he could be on an advertisement for Christmas.

It's so much easier to think of somebody else's problems, just as it is easier to blame a faceless being for your problems instead of looking deep within yourself.

After all, there might be things that were better left alone.

Translations and Notes:

[1] "The Yellow Wallpaper" by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. I read it in English class. Better than Snow White, at least.

[2] But…

[3] Shut up!

PM: I like this chapter a LOT more now… ^_^ So happy! I couldn't stand the old one… don't say it would have been all right because it wouldn't have! I know I've been whining about the last couple chappies, but that's because I don't think they were as good as the first couple chapters I published. However, I am very satisfied with this chapter, finally. ^_~

Ryou: Oh, and PM is having writer's block with chapter 9…

PM: I'll get over it… I hope… -_-;;; School's been getting a bit more hectic lately, but I'll try to stick to the updating once a week. It's a REALLY good thing I was ahead of myself because now I only have one chapter done ahead (chapter 8), although I'm thinking about going over parts of that one too… maybe… ANYHOW, since these notes are shorter short, I might as well tell you that the reason why I spell Jyounouchi's name with the 'y' is because that's how Kei-kun told me to spell it. In the manga, the character bios have him name with a big 'yo', but in the manga itself, it's a small 'yo'. Since I've been using this spelling for a while and I suppose both ways are acceptable, that's why I've stuck with spelling his name with the 'yo' (although I admit that I'm beginning to suspect it's really Jounouchi… but I guess it's too late to change it… -.- Gomen!).

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