Hey guys! Guess what! I got flamed! *grinz* Mild spoilers in my reply.
Don't read the reply to 'flamer' if like me, you're the sort who can't bear
spoilers. And special thanks to prodigy-angel-x for her suggestions. I made
use of a coupla ideas...
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Title: Kiss Me Quickly.
Summary: Tea (Anzu) and Yami Yugi rediscover a lost passion. Events based loosely on episode 53, 'Dance Battle of Flame' where Yugi Muto gets concerned about his Other Self and sets the Other up for a date with Tea.
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At his consent, Tea took him by the hand and literally dragged him into the arcade-she was so excited. Yami thought it was a bit weird. Wasn't the arcade a place where guys hang out? Oh well, there you have it. There was always something weird about Tea. It was best to just not think about it. Although he had been expecting it, Yami found himself swept back by the sudden burst of music and lights the moment he stepped through the doors. Tea noticed his discomfort.
"What's wrong, Yami?" she asked.
"I don't like loud noises."
"Then how come you hand around Joey all the time?" she teased.
"I don't," he replied playfully. "He's the one who hangs around me!"
Although the arcade was chock full of schoolchildren taking advantage of their weekend break, one game seemed to be drawing more attention then most. "Look!" Tea said excitedly. "Dance Dance Revolution!" she grinned. "It's the dance machine with the fancy footwork. The arcade just brought it in, so everyone's still excited about it, but if you want you can try the Para Para machines over there. They're not as crowded, not since Dance Dance came in a coupla weeks ago. We sure have a weird arcade manager. Most of the ones in town had Dance Dance before Para Para."
Yami flashed her a blank look.
"Para Para. Really, Yami, where have you been the last millennia or so? Para Para Paradise? No? Still don't ring a bell? It's the one with the hand movements. You know, you move your hands to swat the arrows? Oh, man! Yami! Don't tell me you've never played on any of the dance machines!"
Yami shook his head and blinked. Innocently.
"Come on, you HAVE to try it. It's great. Aw, come on, it's fun. Trust me."
They decided to have a go with the Para Para for the simple fact that it was Yami's first time, and most people were glued to DDR. The last thing they wanted was for him to look a fool in front of a huge crowd. Besides, there was the whole issue about long queues....
They selected two machines side by side, and Tea slotted in her members' card and waited for it to deduct credit from the card's stored value. She then set Yami's machine to the lowest level of difficulty, and on impulse, imposed the same settings on hers. That way, he would be able to mimic her if he got too lost.
"Hmm... lets see now..." she mused as she scrolled down the music menu. "'Night of Fire', 'Eurobeat', 'Kingdom of Rock', lets try 'Sara'." She punched in the buttons, and soon the music filled the air. Smiling happily, she let herself be enveloped by the music, let the strains seep deep into her system as she worked the familiar routine with relaxed ease. They were about halfway through before it occurred to her to check on Yami.
What she saw was enough to stop her in her tracks. In fact, it was almost enough to make her roll on the ground, howling with laughter. Yami's eyes were wide with what looked amusingly like panic and a thin sheen of sweat lined his forehead as he flapped his arms desperately in all directions, clumsily trying his best to swat as many of the arrows as possible. It was obvious he had no idea what he was doing.
Sheer strength of will kept her from laughing out loud, and then even that broke and Tea clutched her sides and howled. Yami froze and turned to stare at her, bristling with indignation, but Tea was laughing too hard to care. "Gods, Yami!" she spluttered helplessly, "You look like a chicken!"
Yami opened his mouth to retort, sealed his lips together when he found himself lost for words then opened his mouth again to chastise her but his actions just made her laugh even harder. Yami coloured. People were starting to stare. Blushing furiously and feeling more than a little foolish, he grabbed he roughly by the wrist and made to drag her away to the darkest, most secluded part of the arcade where he could hide his face in peace.
As he swept past the entrance though, he walked straight into a large man dressed stylishly in a long sleeved red shirt and trousers with tribal- inspired markings on it. He looked down at Yami and brushed him off as an inconsequential fly and proceeded to undress Tea with his eyes. "Whazzap, baby," he leered. "You going out this little kid?"
Already in a bad mood form his embarrassing stint with the Para Para machine, Yami was in no mood to be dissed by a freak show, even if it *was* sporting dreadlocks. "Come on, Tea," he said quietly, though with ice enough to crack steel. "Lets go." Tea nodded and gave Yami a small smile, then inched closer and hung on to his arm, deliberately sending the message that she was with him. Apparently she disliked the newcomer as much as he did.
And that was the last they saw of him for the next hour or so. Pushing the stranger out of their thoughts, they had a ball of a time trying out the different arcade games, and Yami discovered he had an uncanny knack for motorcycle races. Well, he had a knack for coming in first place in the game, at least.
"Wohoo!" he whooped as he zipped through the finishing line again, and punched the air in delight when the screen told him that congratulations, he had just set a new record high score. Tea laughed, and Yami reached across to where she stood and pulled her in for a kiss. "Hey," he drawled when he pulled back. "Do you think this baby can take two?" Grinning mischievously, Tea winked at him and climbed onto the back seat of the motorcycle, then hung tight as he swung it deftly through another obstacle race.
They were about to go for yet another round when they noticed the cheering coming from across the arcade. Curious, they quickly dismounted and followed the cheering. Not surprisingly, it led to the DDR machines where a dance battle was taking place.
"Eugh, look. It's *him* again," Tea said with distaste, her mouth curled as if she had just bitten into something rotten. But jerk as he was, the guy was good at the dance machine, and now that she saw him move, she could have kicked herself for not realising he was a dancer, and a good one at that. All around them, the crowd cheered their appreciation.
The dreadlocks guy beat his opponent hands down, and turned to face his adoring public, a smug smirk on his face. "Alright, who's up? Who's next to be beaten by Dreadlock Johnny?" he crowed, but nobody wanted a go with such an experienced player as an opponent. "How about you, how would you like a chance to be beaten by the master?" he said, turning to look directly at Tea. "Hey cutie pie, you wanna play with me?"
Cutie pie? Tea scoffed inwardly, but she felt her eyes light up at the challenge. Dance battle? Now this was one battle she could DO! She slid out of her pink sweater and passed it to Yami, but not before she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him intimately. Around them, the hyped-up crowd cheered and cat-called at the display. After a few more quick pecks, she untangled herself from his arms and stepped up to meet Johnny on the dance platform.
"Whoa, the chick's got some mojo," Johnny crowed appreciatively as she took her place. "Don't worry sweetie, I promise I wont go easy on you, okay."
"You'd better not go easy on me."
"Oh? Great, so if you loose the game you'll have to junk the shortie and go out with me tonight."
"WHAT?!" Tea cried in disbelief. Who did this Johnny think he was? She cast a quick glance in Yami's direction and saw that he was fuming quietly. "Not on your life," she retorted, but Johnny was not to be put off.
"Sweetie, I know what you want," he said, "and that's why you came here. If you loose, and I'll make sure of it, you're gonna have to go out with me tonight."
She won of course, even though Johnny played unfairly. She was too good not to win, and the crowd knew it. Smilingly, she allowed Yami to lift her off the platform, and entertainer as she was, conceded to pleasure the crowd by kissing Yami dramatically before allowing him to lead her away. As for Yami, he had enough of arcades for one day. Yup. He had had enough of them.
"Hey, Tea," he whispered as he snaked an arm around her waist. "How bout we just go to the coast for awhile. It's getting late, and Yugi told me you get a good view of the sunset from there," he said and smiled. Turning to face her, he rested his hands on her hips and pulled her closer so that her groin rubbed gently against his. "And I hear it's quiet there..." he trailed off suggestively. "Come on," he breathed in her ear. "What do you say?"
Tea simpered as the red blush of arousal crept prettily up her neck. "I don't know," she shrugged and looked away, suddenly shy. "It sounds good to me."
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haha. There, chapter 7. And I think it's longer than chapter 6. Oh well... next chapter will be pretty short... I think. And it'll probably take a long time coming. Garrrgh.. .Am super sleep-deprived. And I'm soooo sorry! I *still* haven't gotten down to reading your fics! I'm getting down to it RIGHT AWAY. Well. ..once I finish uploading this. =D man, I haven't read any fics in so long...and I have a coula hours tonight! Awright! *fazy rubs hands gleefully* Oh, and anybody else love the idea of Yami as a biker? After all, he already dresses like one, what with the metal studs and all...
Oh, and they just aired the episode where Dark Magician sacrificed himself to save Yami/Yugi. Does he *really* die? As in, really REALLY die? *sob* He *cant* die! It's a *cartoon show* for crying out loud! Characters *cant* die in cartoon shows! They just *cant*! I refuse to accept it! Just as I was starting to like Dark Magician! How come every character I start to like dies! I want my Dark Magician! He cant DIE die, can he? I mean.. Nooooooo!!!!! (fazy pouts pitifully, and when that doesn't work, retreats to sulk inna corner)
Anyway, on to the replies!
Mystical Miyuki: yeah, don't worry, I will! =D And thanks for the reviews!
Seguha: haha. Yeah, but coming from you, that's a compliment! *grinz*
Flamer: er... yess........ Er... for some reason, I'm replying to this as well. (((gah man, anyone should know that Yami would never fall in love with Tea even if his freakin life depended on it.))) er...notice that I have been very careful about not describing it as love? The prologue might *seem* to imply that Yami's in love with Tea, but that exchange was ages ago, and pharaoh was in love *with the woman who was re-incarnated as Tea*, not with Tea herself. Nowhere have I said (implicitly or explicitly) that Yami is in love with Tea. The whole fic hinges on physical attraction *triggered off by* a subconscious memory of their past life. Yami is not literally in love with Tea, he finds himself physically attracted to the woman who was once his lover in a previous life. (((if you don't support the freakin couple than why the #$^& write such an explicit fic about it?!))) er... right back at you buddy. if you don't like the coupling why did you read it? Nobody forced it on you, sweetheart. If you hate the coupling so much, why did you read it? It should be blindingly clear from the summary that it's Yami/ Tea. And if you don't realise it, I'm trying my best to like Tea, that's why I wrote the fic: partly cos I think Yami is too hot for the asexual role he plays in the anime and partly as a way of getting closer to Tea. And I don't 'don't support' the couple, I just started off hating Tea. But man, if ever they do get together and they're happy I have nothing to say about it. (((you are sick and degranged. case closed bye))) For goodness sake, flame away but don't make personal comments. That's just sick and disgusting.
Note I said *that's* just sick and disgusting, not *you're* just sick and disgusting. There's a difference between what someone *does* and who someone *is*, and I certainly hope you bear that in mind the next time you decide to flame a writer.
prodigy-angel-x: haha! That's a great idea! You so totally rock, dude! I used your 'Yami-trying-and -failing' idea and the 'Yami-gets-laughed-at' idea, but separately. Hope you don't mind. It's just that having everyone laugh at him would be too embarrassing... I'd never want to find myself in that sorta situation so I cant possibly impose it on the poor sod! =D about sending in your work and all, Katharine Kerr's got this really great author's website where she has so kindly posted up a guide to hopeful writers. (kit rocks! She even mingles with her readers online!) I cant remember the direct link offhand... just go to deverry.com and browse through. It's somewhere there... Oh, and you watch HELLSING?!? I *love* hellsing, tho I think that bitch Ceres is so... grrrgh. I'm reading your stories 1st cos you've requested! *beams*
some girl: Yeah! You guessed right! haha. The bit in the arcade it is! And er... *fazy thinks back to her Evangelion fandom days* man, I haven't come across either of those terms in ages! Er... lime means light, funny stuff right? and lemon is x-rated... *cracks brain* man, I cant remember what lime and lemon stand for, but this started out as a PWP (plot? What plot?) story which evolved itself a storyline, and later evolved again to become a quasi-love-story and which is now in danger of becoming a soap opera. Don't worry tho. I wont let it get too soap opera-ish, and if I do, it'll definitely be as a cheesy sequel which nobody will read anyway. ;-D About the level of explicitness, I don't think I have the ability to do anyting more graphic than that you read in the alley bits. Well, not with a heterosexual pairing I cant.
Embient: haha! They didn't get it in this chapter either! *fazy sticks out tongue at Embient* =P *grinz* well, they will in the next...well... not *thoroughly*, not *yet*. Heavy petting coming up next, and the chapter after that should be the finale. And yeah, we cant *possibly* have a finale without them having another go, can we? It'll be inhumane. =D (((Yami's not telling Yugi? O.O!! You'd think Yugi. . . uh... felt it? *laughs nervously*))) Man, I love that question! And you bet he did. Well... he knows he felt *something*, probably a rush of energy/aura from Yami but he wont know why... *evil grin. Muahaha.* Unfortunately I wont have time to go into it, not unless I actually loose my better judgement and actually *do* decide to pen that cheesy soap-opera-ish sequel...
Dark Angel bg: sorry I've taken ages to reply to your mail! I'm just so swamped lately. I know, I know, lame excuse... sorry! So sorry.
CrissyKitty: huh? Sorry sweetie, but I don't get it! *fazy tries to look as apologetic as possible* can dream something about Yami... huh? Man, I'm so sorry I don't get it. Feel pretty stupid actually. I actually went to re- read chapter 7 but I still don't get it... ah well, I've always been a bit dense. =D Tell me what you mean, kay. It's probably a good joke which I'm just not getting, and I want to squeal along with you! *_*; Maybe something to do with the replies...
serenitymoon234: thanks! *hugs serenitymoon* I will, but there's just two more chapters to go, well, at least there are only 3 more in the game plan. If I go loco and get all long winded the way I did in the alley bits then it might stretch a bit. But it should be three. I hope. c",) And so the countdown begins...
SweetHeartJamie: awww... thanks for reviewing! That's so sweet of you. And thanks for the compliment. Writing style is probably the most easily influenced, yet one of the most difficult to improve! I must be reading the right kinda books-- either that or I'm just blunderingly lucky, just like Joey! Haha. =D
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Title: Kiss Me Quickly.
Summary: Tea (Anzu) and Yami Yugi rediscover a lost passion. Events based loosely on episode 53, 'Dance Battle of Flame' where Yugi Muto gets concerned about his Other Self and sets the Other up for a date with Tea.
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At his consent, Tea took him by the hand and literally dragged him into the arcade-she was so excited. Yami thought it was a bit weird. Wasn't the arcade a place where guys hang out? Oh well, there you have it. There was always something weird about Tea. It was best to just not think about it. Although he had been expecting it, Yami found himself swept back by the sudden burst of music and lights the moment he stepped through the doors. Tea noticed his discomfort.
"What's wrong, Yami?" she asked.
"I don't like loud noises."
"Then how come you hand around Joey all the time?" she teased.
"I don't," he replied playfully. "He's the one who hangs around me!"
Although the arcade was chock full of schoolchildren taking advantage of their weekend break, one game seemed to be drawing more attention then most. "Look!" Tea said excitedly. "Dance Dance Revolution!" she grinned. "It's the dance machine with the fancy footwork. The arcade just brought it in, so everyone's still excited about it, but if you want you can try the Para Para machines over there. They're not as crowded, not since Dance Dance came in a coupla weeks ago. We sure have a weird arcade manager. Most of the ones in town had Dance Dance before Para Para."
Yami flashed her a blank look.
"Para Para. Really, Yami, where have you been the last millennia or so? Para Para Paradise? No? Still don't ring a bell? It's the one with the hand movements. You know, you move your hands to swat the arrows? Oh, man! Yami! Don't tell me you've never played on any of the dance machines!"
Yami shook his head and blinked. Innocently.
"Come on, you HAVE to try it. It's great. Aw, come on, it's fun. Trust me."
They decided to have a go with the Para Para for the simple fact that it was Yami's first time, and most people were glued to DDR. The last thing they wanted was for him to look a fool in front of a huge crowd. Besides, there was the whole issue about long queues....
They selected two machines side by side, and Tea slotted in her members' card and waited for it to deduct credit from the card's stored value. She then set Yami's machine to the lowest level of difficulty, and on impulse, imposed the same settings on hers. That way, he would be able to mimic her if he got too lost.
"Hmm... lets see now..." she mused as she scrolled down the music menu. "'Night of Fire', 'Eurobeat', 'Kingdom of Rock', lets try 'Sara'." She punched in the buttons, and soon the music filled the air. Smiling happily, she let herself be enveloped by the music, let the strains seep deep into her system as she worked the familiar routine with relaxed ease. They were about halfway through before it occurred to her to check on Yami.
What she saw was enough to stop her in her tracks. In fact, it was almost enough to make her roll on the ground, howling with laughter. Yami's eyes were wide with what looked amusingly like panic and a thin sheen of sweat lined his forehead as he flapped his arms desperately in all directions, clumsily trying his best to swat as many of the arrows as possible. It was obvious he had no idea what he was doing.
Sheer strength of will kept her from laughing out loud, and then even that broke and Tea clutched her sides and howled. Yami froze and turned to stare at her, bristling with indignation, but Tea was laughing too hard to care. "Gods, Yami!" she spluttered helplessly, "You look like a chicken!"
Yami opened his mouth to retort, sealed his lips together when he found himself lost for words then opened his mouth again to chastise her but his actions just made her laugh even harder. Yami coloured. People were starting to stare. Blushing furiously and feeling more than a little foolish, he grabbed he roughly by the wrist and made to drag her away to the darkest, most secluded part of the arcade where he could hide his face in peace.
As he swept past the entrance though, he walked straight into a large man dressed stylishly in a long sleeved red shirt and trousers with tribal- inspired markings on it. He looked down at Yami and brushed him off as an inconsequential fly and proceeded to undress Tea with his eyes. "Whazzap, baby," he leered. "You going out this little kid?"
Already in a bad mood form his embarrassing stint with the Para Para machine, Yami was in no mood to be dissed by a freak show, even if it *was* sporting dreadlocks. "Come on, Tea," he said quietly, though with ice enough to crack steel. "Lets go." Tea nodded and gave Yami a small smile, then inched closer and hung on to his arm, deliberately sending the message that she was with him. Apparently she disliked the newcomer as much as he did.
And that was the last they saw of him for the next hour or so. Pushing the stranger out of their thoughts, they had a ball of a time trying out the different arcade games, and Yami discovered he had an uncanny knack for motorcycle races. Well, he had a knack for coming in first place in the game, at least.
"Wohoo!" he whooped as he zipped through the finishing line again, and punched the air in delight when the screen told him that congratulations, he had just set a new record high score. Tea laughed, and Yami reached across to where she stood and pulled her in for a kiss. "Hey," he drawled when he pulled back. "Do you think this baby can take two?" Grinning mischievously, Tea winked at him and climbed onto the back seat of the motorcycle, then hung tight as he swung it deftly through another obstacle race.
They were about to go for yet another round when they noticed the cheering coming from across the arcade. Curious, they quickly dismounted and followed the cheering. Not surprisingly, it led to the DDR machines where a dance battle was taking place.
"Eugh, look. It's *him* again," Tea said with distaste, her mouth curled as if she had just bitten into something rotten. But jerk as he was, the guy was good at the dance machine, and now that she saw him move, she could have kicked herself for not realising he was a dancer, and a good one at that. All around them, the crowd cheered their appreciation.
The dreadlocks guy beat his opponent hands down, and turned to face his adoring public, a smug smirk on his face. "Alright, who's up? Who's next to be beaten by Dreadlock Johnny?" he crowed, but nobody wanted a go with such an experienced player as an opponent. "How about you, how would you like a chance to be beaten by the master?" he said, turning to look directly at Tea. "Hey cutie pie, you wanna play with me?"
Cutie pie? Tea scoffed inwardly, but she felt her eyes light up at the challenge. Dance battle? Now this was one battle she could DO! She slid out of her pink sweater and passed it to Yami, but not before she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him intimately. Around them, the hyped-up crowd cheered and cat-called at the display. After a few more quick pecks, she untangled herself from his arms and stepped up to meet Johnny on the dance platform.
"Whoa, the chick's got some mojo," Johnny crowed appreciatively as she took her place. "Don't worry sweetie, I promise I wont go easy on you, okay."
"You'd better not go easy on me."
"Oh? Great, so if you loose the game you'll have to junk the shortie and go out with me tonight."
"WHAT?!" Tea cried in disbelief. Who did this Johnny think he was? She cast a quick glance in Yami's direction and saw that he was fuming quietly. "Not on your life," she retorted, but Johnny was not to be put off.
"Sweetie, I know what you want," he said, "and that's why you came here. If you loose, and I'll make sure of it, you're gonna have to go out with me tonight."
She won of course, even though Johnny played unfairly. She was too good not to win, and the crowd knew it. Smilingly, she allowed Yami to lift her off the platform, and entertainer as she was, conceded to pleasure the crowd by kissing Yami dramatically before allowing him to lead her away. As for Yami, he had enough of arcades for one day. Yup. He had had enough of them.
"Hey, Tea," he whispered as he snaked an arm around her waist. "How bout we just go to the coast for awhile. It's getting late, and Yugi told me you get a good view of the sunset from there," he said and smiled. Turning to face her, he rested his hands on her hips and pulled her closer so that her groin rubbed gently against his. "And I hear it's quiet there..." he trailed off suggestively. "Come on," he breathed in her ear. "What do you say?"
Tea simpered as the red blush of arousal crept prettily up her neck. "I don't know," she shrugged and looked away, suddenly shy. "It sounds good to me."
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haha. There, chapter 7. And I think it's longer than chapter 6. Oh well... next chapter will be pretty short... I think. And it'll probably take a long time coming. Garrrgh.. .Am super sleep-deprived. And I'm soooo sorry! I *still* haven't gotten down to reading your fics! I'm getting down to it RIGHT AWAY. Well. ..once I finish uploading this. =D man, I haven't read any fics in so long...and I have a coula hours tonight! Awright! *fazy rubs hands gleefully* Oh, and anybody else love the idea of Yami as a biker? After all, he already dresses like one, what with the metal studs and all...
Oh, and they just aired the episode where Dark Magician sacrificed himself to save Yami/Yugi. Does he *really* die? As in, really REALLY die? *sob* He *cant* die! It's a *cartoon show* for crying out loud! Characters *cant* die in cartoon shows! They just *cant*! I refuse to accept it! Just as I was starting to like Dark Magician! How come every character I start to like dies! I want my Dark Magician! He cant DIE die, can he? I mean.. Nooooooo!!!!! (fazy pouts pitifully, and when that doesn't work, retreats to sulk inna corner)
Anyway, on to the replies!
Mystical Miyuki: yeah, don't worry, I will! =D And thanks for the reviews!
Seguha: haha. Yeah, but coming from you, that's a compliment! *grinz*
Flamer: er... yess........ Er... for some reason, I'm replying to this as well. (((gah man, anyone should know that Yami would never fall in love with Tea even if his freakin life depended on it.))) er...notice that I have been very careful about not describing it as love? The prologue might *seem* to imply that Yami's in love with Tea, but that exchange was ages ago, and pharaoh was in love *with the woman who was re-incarnated as Tea*, not with Tea herself. Nowhere have I said (implicitly or explicitly) that Yami is in love with Tea. The whole fic hinges on physical attraction *triggered off by* a subconscious memory of their past life. Yami is not literally in love with Tea, he finds himself physically attracted to the woman who was once his lover in a previous life. (((if you don't support the freakin couple than why the #$^& write such an explicit fic about it?!))) er... right back at you buddy. if you don't like the coupling why did you read it? Nobody forced it on you, sweetheart. If you hate the coupling so much, why did you read it? It should be blindingly clear from the summary that it's Yami/ Tea. And if you don't realise it, I'm trying my best to like Tea, that's why I wrote the fic: partly cos I think Yami is too hot for the asexual role he plays in the anime and partly as a way of getting closer to Tea. And I don't 'don't support' the couple, I just started off hating Tea. But man, if ever they do get together and they're happy I have nothing to say about it. (((you are sick and degranged. case closed bye))) For goodness sake, flame away but don't make personal comments. That's just sick and disgusting.
Note I said *that's* just sick and disgusting, not *you're* just sick and disgusting. There's a difference between what someone *does* and who someone *is*, and I certainly hope you bear that in mind the next time you decide to flame a writer.
prodigy-angel-x: haha! That's a great idea! You so totally rock, dude! I used your 'Yami-trying-and -failing' idea and the 'Yami-gets-laughed-at' idea, but separately. Hope you don't mind. It's just that having everyone laugh at him would be too embarrassing... I'd never want to find myself in that sorta situation so I cant possibly impose it on the poor sod! =D about sending in your work and all, Katharine Kerr's got this really great author's website where she has so kindly posted up a guide to hopeful writers. (kit rocks! She even mingles with her readers online!) I cant remember the direct link offhand... just go to deverry.com and browse through. It's somewhere there... Oh, and you watch HELLSING?!? I *love* hellsing, tho I think that bitch Ceres is so... grrrgh. I'm reading your stories 1st cos you've requested! *beams*
some girl: Yeah! You guessed right! haha. The bit in the arcade it is! And er... *fazy thinks back to her Evangelion fandom days* man, I haven't come across either of those terms in ages! Er... lime means light, funny stuff right? and lemon is x-rated... *cracks brain* man, I cant remember what lime and lemon stand for, but this started out as a PWP (plot? What plot?) story which evolved itself a storyline, and later evolved again to become a quasi-love-story and which is now in danger of becoming a soap opera. Don't worry tho. I wont let it get too soap opera-ish, and if I do, it'll definitely be as a cheesy sequel which nobody will read anyway. ;-D About the level of explicitness, I don't think I have the ability to do anyting more graphic than that you read in the alley bits. Well, not with a heterosexual pairing I cant.
Embient: haha! They didn't get it in this chapter either! *fazy sticks out tongue at Embient* =P *grinz* well, they will in the next...well... not *thoroughly*, not *yet*. Heavy petting coming up next, and the chapter after that should be the finale. And yeah, we cant *possibly* have a finale without them having another go, can we? It'll be inhumane. =D (((Yami's not telling Yugi? O.O!! You'd think Yugi. . . uh... felt it? *laughs nervously*))) Man, I love that question! And you bet he did. Well... he knows he felt *something*, probably a rush of energy/aura from Yami but he wont know why... *evil grin. Muahaha.* Unfortunately I wont have time to go into it, not unless I actually loose my better judgement and actually *do* decide to pen that cheesy soap-opera-ish sequel...
Dark Angel bg: sorry I've taken ages to reply to your mail! I'm just so swamped lately. I know, I know, lame excuse... sorry! So sorry.
CrissyKitty: huh? Sorry sweetie, but I don't get it! *fazy tries to look as apologetic as possible* can dream something about Yami... huh? Man, I'm so sorry I don't get it. Feel pretty stupid actually. I actually went to re- read chapter 7 but I still don't get it... ah well, I've always been a bit dense. =D Tell me what you mean, kay. It's probably a good joke which I'm just not getting, and I want to squeal along with you! *_*; Maybe something to do with the replies...
serenitymoon234: thanks! *hugs serenitymoon* I will, but there's just two more chapters to go, well, at least there are only 3 more in the game plan. If I go loco and get all long winded the way I did in the alley bits then it might stretch a bit. But it should be three. I hope. c",) And so the countdown begins...
SweetHeartJamie: awww... thanks for reviewing! That's so sweet of you. And thanks for the compliment. Writing style is probably the most easily influenced, yet one of the most difficult to improve! I must be reading the right kinda books-- either that or I'm just blunderingly lucky, just like Joey! Haha. =D