Off in the distance

Yams: Hey you! points at Leebub

Leebub: What?

Yams: You gave Dark the book I was suppose to give him!

Leebub: But you didn't, so Hicky asked me to.

Yams: I don't care! She's my hikari!

Leebub: Well... HAAAAA traps Yams in a giant bubble of gum Ahahahahahaha!

Hicky: Shhhhh, quiet. puts finger to her lips I got away from my writer block just long enough to write his chapter. For some it may be a relief for, others it may be a disappointment. But I needed it to happen so that something in a later chapter would work.

Trent: Hicky? Hicky, where are you?

Hicky: Eeep! Shhhh. I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh but it's okay if you make the series my way Kazuki Takahashi. So no one sue.

Trent: There you are...

Hicky: Nooooo! runs away from Trent in a mad panic

More Than Expected

After returning from the graveyard, still some what astonished that he hadn't had a chance to battle in the duel, Dark went back to his room. He sat down on his bed, and looked around. Before long he realized that he really didn't know what he had in his many drawers, cupboards and his closet. Dark made his way over to a desk. He glanced again at a certain magazine while he sat down. "Hmmm," he thought that maybe the magazine shouldn't just be out in plain sight. "Well, what about in here?" Dark asked himself as he opened one of the bottom drawers. "Heh, good. Nothing in here." Dark took his magazine and put it in the drawer. Next he put a simple magic lock on it... just in case.

He rummaged around the desk a bit more, until he came to something of interest. In the top right drawer there was a book. Dark picked it up. It was a black, hard cover, spiral bound sketchbook. "I wonder...." Dark said as he began to open the book, hoping to see a picture or something from one of his other lives. Unfortunately the first pages was black, as were the rest that followed. Dark frowned slightly and looked back to the drawer in which the book had come from. There were also pencils and pens, paints, pencil crayons, erasers, and col erase pencils. A feeling of familiarity came over him as he looked over the supplies. "I feel like drawing something...." Dark said as his hand went to grab a pencil and an eraser.

He took everything back to his bed and got comfy. He wasn't quite sure what he wanted to draw or even if he was any good. So he just let his mind enter a trace like state and let his hand draw. When he snapped out of it he looked down at the paper, half expecting to see lines and squiggles. Instead was a picture of Celtic. And not just any picture. It was of him in his costume from the Halloween party. Celtic was smiling happily and waving. The drawing was quite good. "And just think... what if I was actually tried," Dark laughed but stopped when a certain part of his brain cut in.

'What the heck are you doing?' the thoughts asked.

'Drawing,' Dark thought back at them. He had been fighting this part of his mind ever since he had read that letter. He was still confused, but was continually listening less and less to what this part had to say.

'You're drawing a picture of Celtic...'

'So,' Dark was getting ready to win this battle.

'You can't draw him in that!'

'Why?' He thought.

'It isn't right.'

"But that's what he was wearing," Dark began speaking out loud. It gave his side of the argument more strength. He could hear himself saying the words, and not just thinking them.

'But the drawing could have been fully clothed, or not of him at all.'

Dark was getting slightly agitated. "But I wanted to draw him in that," he pointed to his picture. "So shut up!" There was no reply.

Dark smiled at his victory, and at his drawing as well. "He looked really good in that....." Dark trailed off and came back to what he had just said. "Hmmm, I want to understand these feelings but it's difficult. There is no one that I can trust enough to talk to... now that Exodia is gone. Well, I thought about talking to the Pharaoh so I guess that's what I'll have to do..." Just then a sensation crept over him and immediately he knew what is was. "Speak of the devil." Dark headed out to the front of the mansion.

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Yami stood and waited for The Council to show up. He did not have to wait long. "Hello again my dear Council. What are your thoughts on the duels so far?"

"We won!" Gaia yelled.

"Your strategies are really helping Yugi a lot," Celtic said thoughtfully.

"He is an excellent duellist, but he still needs help here and there," Yami told his cards.

"Oooooh, you here why?" Kuriboh asked shortly.

Yami was slightly taken back. "Well Kuriboh, I just came to talk really. Jeeze, I live in the puzzle and I'm all alone...." Yami began to look a little gloomy.

"Don't worry Pharaoh!" Curse said brightly. "I'm sure he did mean it like that. We like it when you come down to see us."

"Are you sure it's down?" Gaia asked out of the blue.

"What do you mean?" Curse asked, looking toward Gaia.

"I mean, does the Pharaoh come from up there," he pointed up.

"Of cours... well, I think... he could.... sure?" Curse stumbled around the answer.

"In truth, not even I know Gaia, so don't vex yourself over it," Yami put in.

"Oooooh, no time. Kuriboh BUSY!"

"Then you may leave!" Yami slightly raised his voice, and Kuriboh flew away just a bit quicker than usual. "Does anyone else have other plans that they would like to get to?" Yami asked as if really saying 'stay and talk or else'.

Unfortunately for Yami, Gaia and Curse seemed to not catch that and did say that they had to leave. Celtic excused himself as well, but he did so with more grace and apologized to his Master for not being able to stay.

Yami sighed, then looked up at Dark. "You don't have to stay just because everyone else left. I don't mind."

"Actually Pharaoh, it was I who made them think they had to leave," Dark said, with a small smirk on his face.

"I don't understand."

"I need to talk to you about something, and you know, I think that you would have the best conversation with me anyways."

"I see. So what is it that you need to discuss with me?" Yami asked, quite delighted in his monster coming to him to talk, but did a great job at hiding it.

"Not here Pharaoh. I want to speak with you in private... we can go to my room," Dark said, eager to learn something about his feelings.

On the inside Yami was grinning like Celtic in a candy store, but on the outside he just showed calmness and understanding of what his monster had just said. "Lead the way then Dark Magician."

Dark lead Yami to his room and told him he could sit wherever he would like. Yami sat on top of one of the desks.

"So, what is this about?" Yami asked as Dark went over and picked up a piece of paper.

"This," Dark said as he brought the paper over and passed it to Yami.

"A letter?" Yami read the letter and looked back at the pacing mage. "Who wrote you this?"

"Exodia... but he was there, in his room I mean, and when I went in and he was gone, but I found the letter."

"Yes... a boy named Weevel was looking at Yugi's Exodia cards and he threw them off the ship. Then Joey jumped overboard and tried to get them, then Yugi jumped in to save Joey and by the time they got saved by two of Yugi's other friends, some of the pieces were lost." Yami explained what had happened.

"I see. So Exodia is gone forever then..."

"Yes.. what's this last line? The one written in a different writing?" Yami asked.

"It's my writing, but it's what that blackened out line says," Dark explained the letter.

"This implies certain aspects of your past... tell me, how did you react when you read this, specifically the last line?" Yami continued questioning.

"First I didn't understand. I kind of lost it. But another part of me did know what it meant. I knew who it was talking about."

"You're soul mate?"

"That's what Exodia said, but I really don't know if it's true. But... it's Celtic... isn't it?" Dark asked, eyes pleading for an answer.

"Ahhh, Dark Magician. It is against the ancient laws of duel monsters for me to reveal to you your past, and it was wrong of Exodia as well...." Yami had trouble saying those words.

"But Pharaoh... in truth, if soul mates continue to find each other then it is not my past which I seek answers to, it is my future. I'm begging you Pharaoh," Dark was on his knees, he eyes on the edge of breaking into tears.

Yami slid off of the desk and onto the ground in front of the mage. "In that case, yes, it is Celtic that he speaks about." He put one hand on Dark's shoulder and the other on his cheek. Dark's eyes shifted toward Yami's hand on his face and then back at Yami himself.

"Yami, thank you, but part of me doesn't not feel okay with it..." Dark really did just feel like crying, out of joy from knowing it was Celtic or from the sadness of his inner conflict, he wasn't sure.

"It is part of life, and it is easier to accept feelings toward others if you know what to call them. For instence; if a man and a women are together it is a straight relationship-"

"So is that way the right way?"

Yami looked at him, almost wanting to laugh. He stroked Dark's cheek, "Ha! Of course it is not the right way. The right way is to follow your heart toward love. Now listen, if a man and a man or a women and a women are together then it is a homosexual relationship. If you like women you are straight...."

Dark shook his head slightly, "But in what way are you talking about?"

"Simple. Like who you want to hug, hold, kiss, sleep with, talk to, be with, sleep with... did I say that already? Well, it's a good indicator." Yami smiled at the mage.

"I understand I think... but what would I call myself? A man who wants a man?"

"You're gay, and it is perfectly normal for a gay man to want a man."

"So it's normal?" A certain part of his mind seemed to disappear and there was no more opposing thoughts to his feelings.

"It's perfectly normal," Yami voice grew quieter as he leaned in to close the few inches that were left between his and Dark's lips.

Dark pulled away rather quickly. He stood up and took a step back, "Pharaoh?"

"What's the matter?" Yami asked as he slowly raised himself off the ground. "I'm just man," he pointed to himself, "who wants another man," he smiled and pointed at Dark while taking a step forward. His fingertip touched Dark's chest and he ran his finger down the center of Dark's torso. Dark shuttered slightly.

"Pharaoh.... I wouldn't know what to do...." Dark spoke quietly and almost without thinking.

"That's alright, I'll teach you.... and you needn't to call me Pharaoh." Yami was slowly moving Dark over to the end of his bed.

"But, Master Yami-" Dark was cut off.

"Master? No... I deserve no such title. Not in such circumstances. It was not I who had the title of Master, not in my bed or yours...."

Dark was slightly taken aback. "We've-?"

"Yes.... Master," Yami said as he smiled and with a gentle push, Dark was on the bed.

deet

Dark's lesson had gone extremely well. Yami and Dark lay together under the violet sheets. "You know, you were right... it was like riding a bike, well, how you said it anyway. It did all seem to come back to me. Even some memories of times when we've..."

"Yes I know. But there is plenty more that can be done. Foreplay and blow jobs are just the beginning." Yami curled up closer to Dark.

Dark smiled a gorgeous and seductive smile. "I know Yami. When I said it all came back to me I wasn't lying."

"I'm going to tell you a little story, about Celtic..."

"Really?"

"Yes. In Ancient Egypt before the monsters were created. The fittest and most prominent men and women were brought before me. Their skill was measured, as was their ability to be infused with the magical energies, for that is what you all are, both being and magic." Yami began his story. "For the dragons and bugs, the fish and the beast, creatures where captured from all over our land. Through their infusions some became much more human than other, and therefore there are beast-warriors."

"I thought you said this was about Celtic?" Dark asked impatiently.

"It is, but you must wait. For spell-casters my loyal mages came forth, many youths and young men. You were among that group. For warriors the humans needed strength and one being in particular caught my eye, as well as yours." Dark smiled and cuddled close to Yami to listen to the story.

"He was younger than the others when he first came to the palace, a boy of thirteen, but with so much potential. You had become my favorite, for more than one reason, and together we trained the boy to become a fine warrior. His hair was shorter then, but I suppose you don't remember that. He was only eighteen when he was infused with magic. That is what caused his body to mature more, but he would have been perfect without the magic.... he just wouldn't have lived long enough, so overall I think it was a good choice. I must say I began to get jealous. The two of you did everything together. Everyone could see that you were in love. I remember one day when the two of you went hunting. You wore your hair braided, and Celtic's was just to here," Yami made a indication by running his finger two inches under Dark's ear. "You were going to teach him how to use a spear. But when you came back you were empty handed. I always thought that not much hunting got done that day, but you were both so tired when you came back." Yami nudged Dark to get his point across.

Hicky: panting I have avoided Trent through the entire fic, except he caught me just after Yami pushed Dark on the bed and I got away when they were under the sheets.

Trent: HICKY!

Hicky: sits on ground sulking Wahhhh, what?

Trent: Haha, they didn't do nothing.

Hicky: swats at Trent's leg they did, it just wasn't writen.... because of YOU!!!!

Trent: Yes well, the pairing isn't Dark Magician and Yami, so I think I saved your fic.

Hicky: Ha, I had this planned all along.

Trent: Sure you did. turns to readers Review her story or she will cry. pats Hicky on the head

Hicky: Sorry 'bout the first bit. My yami wanted me to write it.