ack, gomen nasai, minna, for the long wait in updating. though, for me, one month ain't that bad....some of my updates on fics are alot worse....._

yam: you said it yourself! ^.^ *smiles widely, flashing his braces *

-_- with a muse like you, who needs enemies?

yug: *sighs * i'm tired of you two always bickering. *shoves oni toward reviewers * go answer reviews while me and yam.....er.....play duel monsters ^_~ *grabs yam and drags him off *

eh....right.....*blinks * guess i'll start with a shout out to isis and ly the werewolf. you guys are always reading and reviewing my ficcies! thankies! *huggles * ya make me feel all special and happies! *giggles *

agentpudge: aww, girl, you know me, no logical thought what so ever! :P the whole reason for yugi in a dress? cuz i'm weird and i think it's cute. that's my logical reasoning

katya: thankies for the long review. your randomness was quite good *giggles * been taking lessons from ap?

trish: ack, ur probably right about the title. i've had 3 years of german in highschool, and spent part of my senior summer in Germany, but, one year at college, and poof, all gone. -_- i really didn't give too much thought to grammatical correctness when i came up with it- i pulled it out of nowhere, as i do most of my stuff.

princess strawberry: thankies for all the reviews on my fics ya send. i appreciate it.

cloud 1-3-5: thankies for adding this to your favs. glad ya like it, and thanks for the double reviews! ^^

eh, sorry to everyone who reviewed that i didn't answer. that doesn't mean that i don't wuv ur reviews! i really do, just don't have enough space to answer everyone! but i still wuvs you! ^^ *huggles reviewers and passes out chocolate and candy *

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The multi colored lights whirled on rotating disks overhead, and the dj blasted fast paced music from the gymnasium's speakers as the students danced, some of them a little too close for propriety, and others just mingled about, hanging out and chatting by the punch bowl or attempting to sneak out of the gym for a little make out session.

Yugi held his cup of punch nervously in his trembling hands, looking down at the quivering red liquid. Red, like Yami's eyes. Yami......Yugi gasped, and his head popped up to momentarily look at the senior's face. Seeing the warm, appraising look the older boy was giving him, Yugi blushed and quickly ducked his head, swirling his half drunk drink in his cup.

He couldn't do this. There was no way he would be able to dance with Yami. He was too afraid he'd make a fool of himself. This was the first dance he'd ever been to in his life; he didn't even know how to dance. And the dj.....the music she was playing, the way the others were dancing....Yugi knew he could never dance like that. His face turned red just thinking about it.

The little one looked up, watching the dancers. He spied Ryou, who waved to him from the edge of the dance floor. Ryou's hips were swaying softly, and every so often he'd rotate half a turn on one foot. Bakura's movement's matched those of his date's, moving closer and closer with each beat of the song until Ryou's hind end was pressed firmly up against his crotch. The delinquent's hands sensuously slid across the slender boy's clothed stomach before traveling down and grasping his hips, forcing him to grind against him. Ryou looked a bit uncomfortable, but did it anyway.

That was, until the principal stormed over and broke them apart, giving Bakura a good, long lecture on manners and modesty. Bakura merely sneered at her, then, soon as she was gone, resumed his dirty dancing with Ryou. That was, until the boy slapped him across his cheek, turned on his heels, and stomped out of the dance. Bakura held his cheek, looked shocked for a moment, shook his head, then chased after Ryou to apologize.

Yugi gulped and looked back down at his drink. There was no way he could dance like THAT. He really hoped Yami didn't dance like that. He was going to have a hard enough time keeping rhythm with the song without having to worry about Yami doing anything....anything like Bakura had done to his date. Maybe...maybe he would have been better off staying home after all......

Watching Bakura get in trouble, first with the teacher, then with his date, Yami chuckled. Yugi gasped and looked up at him, and he looked down into the frightened violet orbs. His own eyes widened in surprise. He was waiting for Yugi to finish his drink, believing him to be thirsty, but the little one was actually frightened. Then again, after watching Bakura, who wouldn't be?

Yami set his own empty paper cup down, took Yugi's from his trembling hands, then pulled the small sophomore into his arms. "Yugi, hush, it's all right. We don't have to dance if you don't want to. Would you like to leave now?"

Hearing the disappointment in Yami's voice, Yugi shook his head and pushed back the tears he could feel threatening to spill. "Y-yami, I'm sorry. Maybe you should've just stuck with Anzu. I-I don't know how to dance....and I....I just c-can't dance like...like that.... I thought....I didn't know that was how they danced here....."

Yami chuckled, relief flooding through him, and he hugged Yugi tightly, rubbing his back. "Yugi, there's nothing to be sorry for. And the music isn't a problem. Stay right here." Yugi nodded, clasping his hands to his chest and watching as Yami walked off through the crowd., to the dj's booth. He said a few words to her, she nodded, he smiled, then turned and walked back to his precious, waiting angel.

As Yami worked his way back to Yugi, the next song came on. But instead of the usual songs she played, this beat was slow and soothing. Yami came over to Yugi, whose eyes were wide. Now, this....this song, he would like to dance to.

"Yugi, may I have this dance?" Yami held out his hand. Yugi pulled one hand from his chest and gently placed it in Yami's larger palm. Yami's hand was warm and gentle as his fingers grasped Yugi's small, delicate hand and pulled him away from the punch table.

Yami looked over his shoulder and nodded to the dj, who grabbed her microphone. "This is a special dedication from Yami, who is sending all of his love out with this song to Yugi."

At the sound of her voice, all eyes turned to the tri-color haired couple. Yami didn't seemed phased at all; Yugi held all of his attention as he led the adorable angel onto the dance floor. Yugi, on the other hand, was utterly terrified. He glanced around at all of the curious faces, some of the girls throwing him jealous looks, before he lowered his gaze to him and Yami's intertwined hands. His legs, which felt like they were turning to jello, stopped moving, and the hand still held against his chest gripped his dress tightly.

He couldn't do this. He so could not do this. Yugi bit back a whimper, trying to keep himself from trembling. He wasn't used to so many eyes on him. It was bad enough he didn't know how to dance, and was going to make a fool of himself in front of Yami, but with all of those eyes on him.....he couldn't take it.

When Yami felt the younger boy balk, and saw the fearful look on his sweet face, the older boy gave his dainty, soft hand a reassuring squeeze. Yugi's eyes flew up to Yami's, and he felt himself drowning in the calm, warm ruby depths. The fiery red eyes calmed him, telling him it would be all right, and to trust Yami.

Yugi gulped, then forced one of his leaden feet to take a step. Then another, and another. It got easier with each step he took. Yugi's spine was still stiff with fear, but he bravely fought it off. He could do this. He knew he could. He kept repeating it in his head. He was fine; he could do this. Yami was here. As long as Yami was here, everything was fine.

Yami smiled warmly down at Yugi, his heart bursting with pride. He knew how much courage it took for Yugi, who was painfully shy, to come onto the dance floor, especially with everyone watching them. Yami himself ignored them all, concentrating on the one person in the room who mattered more than life itself to him. All his thoughts, his feelings, everything, was focused and tuned on Yugi. On the little angel.

Yami's smile widened when they were in the middle of the dance floor, and he drew back his arm, pulling the little one closer to his body. Both of his arms wrapped loosely around Yugi's thin waist, and fragile, white arms came up to delicately encircle his neck. Yami started to move, bringing Yugi with him, into his center of gravity, and the two started to dance.

The lyrics and rhythm wrapped around them, joining them as one and separating them from the rest of the world. As soon as Yugi had found himself eye level with Yami's chin, his high heeled shoes giving him a few needed extra inches, he had closed his eyes and let himself float in Yami's steady arms.

Yami bent his head, inhaling the soft lavender scent of his beloved. Yugi was so light, so fragile, in his arms as they whirled about the dance floor, totally lost in each other. Yami felt his heart swell within his chest until he, too, was light as a feather, his soul flying with Yugi's on the wings of love.

Yugi's heart fluttered wildly in his chest, and he gazed up into Yami's eyes, focusing only on them and letting Yami guide him in the steps of the dance. He kept looking into Yami's eyes, afraid that if he broke eye contact then he'd break the magic spell woven around them, wrapping the two in their own, private universe.

The singer stopped singing, and the beat slowed down even more, and the dj motioned for the tech crew to dim the lights. By now, most people had gone back to their business, but a few still sent Yami and Yugi jealous glances. But the love birds were too wrapped up in each other to even care.

Unfortunately, like all good things, the song came to an end. Yami's feet stopped moving, and Yugi found himself near the edge of the dance floor with Yami's arms still wrapped around him.. He looked up and felt his insides melt at the soft, warm look on the taller boy's face. The crimson eyes were warm and gentle, and he had on a small smile.

Yami smiled at the dazed expression on Yugi's sweet face. The little angel apparently hadn't come down from their cloud yet. And neither had he, completely. He raised one of his arms from the thin waist and cupped one Yugi's satin cheeks, running his calloused thumb over the soft skin.

Yugi's rose petal lips parted and he closed his eyes. He placed both of his hands on Yami's chest, raising on his tip toes as Yami bent his head, guiding Yugi's own head towards his. Their lips met in a gentle, chaste kiss.

Yugi's arms slid up, over Yam's sculpted shoulders and he buried his hands in the spiked crimson and black hair. Yami placed both his hands around his little angel, holding him protectively against his chest as he lost himself in the sweet sensation of Yugi.

Yugi was drowning in the new sensations assaulting his body. His mind was frozen; he couldn't think, and his heart was pounding like a jack hammer. All he knew was that he was flying with Yami, and letting Yami guide him. He was reacting on pure instinct. That, and what he'd seen couples in romance movies do.

In all of his wildest and painfully erotic, vivid dreams, Yami had never imagined Yugi to taste this sweet, this pure, this innocent. He was about to loose himself unto Yugi and deepen the kiss, when he happened to open his eyes for a single second and see none other than the prim and proper school principal coming towards them.

His crimson eyes widened, and he cursed himself for giving into temptation and kissing the little one right in the school's gymnasium. But how could anyone resist a charming sprite like Yugi? A quick glance around assured that no one except for the principal had seen them; Yami's dazed mind had at least been half alert and he'd taken Yugi to a private, dark corner of the gym, on the side of the dj's booth.

Yami quickly pulled away from Yugi and stepped back. Yugi's eyes filled momentarily with hurt and surprise before he, too, saw the principal. Yami quickly shoved his little love behind him, wanting to hide Yugi from any prying eyes. He was sure there was going to be a scene, and he wanted to keep Yugi out of it as much as possible; he didn't want anyone to know it was Yugi he'd been kissing. He didn't want the little angel's reputation to be tarnished.

Yugi whimpered, his body trembling with fear as the principal stalked towards them with a disproving look upon her face. He bit his lip to keep back another whimper, and he bravely fought back his tears. Oh God, what had he done? He was going to be in so much trouble, and he'd never been in trouble before; he'd never even had one detention. But it had felt so right to be in Yami's arms.......

Yami braced himself as the principal was only two steps away. She was glowering at him, and he could see her tongue just itching to get him in trouble. She pursed her lips, about to delve into her lecture and punishment.

"Mrs. Filch, look at what Bakura's doing over there!" The girl in the dj booth yelled frantically, pointing in a hurry to another corner of room, where there was no Bakura. But, in the huge crowd of students, it was impossible to tell that from the floor. Only up in the raised dj booth could one see who was on the other end of the gymnasium.

The principal's head swiveled around. "Bakura." She growled, her beady eyes shining gleefully at catching the school's most notorious trouble maker. She looked at Yami and his date, who was trembling and hidden behind his back. Only the hem of a powder blue dress and short, thin white legs and blue satin sandals could be seen. "You two, do not move." She snarled, then stalked off in pursuit of her favorite prey.

Yami breathed a sigh of relief, and shot a quick, grateful look to the dj; she was one of his school friends he hung out with in the halls and in classes. She gave him a thumbs up then put on a hip hop song with a funky beat.

Yami turned to Yugi, a smirk on his face. "Well, that was close-" He stopped when he say Yugi's terrified, round violet eyes and shaking body. The little one was quivering so hard it looked like he could barely stand.

"Yugi, hush. It's all right, Yugi, she's gone. Hush, now." Yami wrapped him in his arms, rubbing his back soothingly. Yugi whimpered, both of his hands grasping Yami's shirt and he buried his face into his chest, breaking down into sobs.

"Oh, Yugi, please, not right here, not now. We have to go, right now." Yami held Yugi tightly, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead and glancing about nervously. The principal was no where in sight. That could be good, or it could be bad.

"Yugi, we must leave, now, before she comes back." Yami took Yugi's soft hand in his and started to walk swiftly towards the double doors.

Yugi gulped and tagged along, nearly stumbling a few times and his heels clanked loudly against the wooden floor. "B-but, Yami, she told us to stay right there-"

"Yugi, I won't let either of us get caught. That's why we have to leave now. If she doesn't see us the rest of the night, she'll most likely forget about it come Monday. But if she does see us again, she WILL remember, and we WILL be in trouble. For myself, it doesn't really matter, but, little one, I can not bear to see you in trouble." Yami tugged Yugi along, throwing open the doors and ushering Yugi through swiftly.

"Where are you two going in such a hurry? The dance isn't nearly over." One of the parent chaperones guarding the doors said.

Yami glared at him. "Yugi's sick." He lied, wrapping an arm around Yugi's quivering shoulders and then nearly running the car, Yugi right at his side, fearfully clinging to him.

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*sighs * remember how i said this was gonna be the last chappie? well, forget that. next one will probably be. this was supposed to be all fluff and romance, yug was helping me with it

yug: ^.^

but then, yam just had to butt in and put the idea for the principal and all in my head. evil muse.

yam: ^.^ *beams, showing off his braces * well, kissing in the middle of a highschool dance- you're bound to, realistically, get in trouble for it!

yug: so? i thought it was cute and sweet!

yam: -_- too cute and sweet. i had to spice it up a bit

and don't worry, folks, the dj won't be back. i just couldn't resist a female dj- i saw it on the Twix commercial, and i couldn't resist *giggles * oh, and as for Mrs. Filch, yes, she's based off of Mr. Filch from the Harry Potter books. She's his Muggle sister :P dun know what i'm talkin' about? go read harry potter. trust me, you'll get hooked.

well, enough of my big mouth for now! but, *snorts * what a way to end this chappie! *looks at last paragraph and shakes her head * probably only gonna be one more chappie after this, but don't hold me to my word. however, this is NOT the last chapter. AT LEAST one more after this. dunno- haven't written it yet XP