My Haiku: *clears throat*

I own not Yugi, (5)

Sadly, I own not this show, (7)

So you can not sue. (5)

HA! Beat that Shakespeare!

IMPORTANT! This chapter is very short and told from Ogenki's POV.

Darth looked at me. Or maybe glanced in my general direction is a fairer assessment. I don't know which. Either way, my heart still leapt for joy.

I can't explain it.

I know some lines just aren't crossable, and that he is my master, and I just an apprentice, meant only for ensuring that his techniques are carried on.

I know that he danced with me only to keep the King away.

Yet I don't care.

I find myself trying to please him, doing that extra little bit Mars, Kao, Henri, and Sar do not. I don't know what's wrong. Surely it can't be…

Holy Elf, it is.

I am in love.

I am in love with my master.

And he doesn't even care.

Author's Note: Okay, I know, I know, it's cheesy and pathetic, but I know that. NO SODA CANS, please and thank you. But reviews are perfectly acceptable.