A/N: Woo-hoo! I finally updated! And I'm tryin' to be a little more
descriptive!...and stuff. o.O Anyway...
"......": Oh? What were you expecting? *poke* *whisper* That's for later...
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Disclaimer: I would so make this part of the show if I owned Yu-Gi-Oh...
~*~*~*~*~*Call me Yami*~*~*~*~*~
'What...what happened?' The dark figure staggers down the street, searching anxiously for some sort of sign. 'What is this?' He stumbles over a misplaced stone, barely catching himself. 'Where am I?'
A dull roaring comes to his ears. He lifts his head just in time to see light flooding the ground in front of him.
Brilliant amethyst eyes grow wide, gleaming with fearful and sudden curiosity. 'Could this be--!?'
"Move it asshole!" The driver swerves to the left, clipping his arm with a rear-view mirror.
"Ngh!" He immediately falls to one knee, grasping his shoulder. Blood trickles in between his fingers at a leisurely pace.
He smiles.
'If I can bleed, I'm still alive.'
He hoists himself up again, this time moving onto the sidewalk, and crouches back down, intently watching the road.
A few minutes pass before another car comes by, blowing exhaust in his direction.
He quickly covers his face with his free arm and hurries away from the not- so-lethal gas, sputtering, "What sorcery is this?!"
He coughs to the brink of hacking up a lung to make sure he didn't inhale any of the poison before removing his hand and checking his wound.
He draws in a hissing breath. It looked worse than it felt, but it had been a while since he sported a large cut like that.
Something registers in his mind at the words 'a while'. "It's been...a while?" He shakes his head in frustration. "Why can't I remember?"
*tap tap tap*
The sound of approaching footsteps.
"Wh-who's there?"
*tap tap tap*
"Why can't I remember...?"
A pale figure passes under a streetlight, illuminating and giving them an unearthly glow.
"What?"
The wild-haired albino casually makes his way over, vision clouded with thought.
"Ugh..." He watches in extreme interest as the stranger comes to a stop beside him. 'Where have I seen that face before?'
They involuntarily shudder. The Pharaoh's presence was...intoxicating.
'Heh. Always so powerful, always so confident. Now just a lost little lamb...' A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. 'But what's this feeling?' He couldn't quite place or shake it. 'No matter...'
He turns his head to the side, staring into the eyes of his long-lost enemy. 'Hilarious...he really is confused...'
"Who are you?" The man asks, brows knit in an unintentional scowl. He felt...anger towards this boy. Could it be rivalry? No. It was more than that...enmity, perhaps. But how could he have such hatred for someone he didn't know?
"Don't dwell on it too much, Atemu." The former spirit smirks. "It's bad for your health."
He catches his breath. "...what did you just call me?"
"Don't tell me you forgot your name."
"My name is...Atemu?"
He sighs a little before lifting a hand to the other's face. "Here, let me help you out."
"What are you-"
A thousand images flash through his head.
"AAAAAAGGHHHHHHHH!!!!" He falls to the concrete, his fingers buried in colorful hair. "WHA-WHAT IS TH--"
The flood grows to an agonizing torrent, knocking him on his back.
"This is just a taste, Pharaoh." Red eyes burn with malice, but the thief's once intimidating voice fails him on his next statement, wavering. "Not all memories are pleasant ones."
"NNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" He thrashes on the ground, trying to defend himself from the consuming bombardment of past demons.
The boy looks away suddenly, shaking his head at a fleeting thought. "You're safe for the time being." He continues down the sidewalk, his eyes stinging. "...but you won't be so easily forgiven."
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
He chuckles softly to himself. "I love that sound." He follows the sidewalk around a corner, the other's cries slowly starting to fade. "Now, let's see what this time has to offer."
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'...I can't sleep.'
Yugi sat in bed, playing with his sheets distractedly. It had only been a little while since the Millennium Puzzle was completed and the...'darkness,' he dubbed it...had been released, but something was nagging him. Something wasn't right.
He was certain the Puzzle used some kind of magic, but he didn't know if the figure in his room was real or if it was just a trick.
'No, no.' He runs a hand through his hair wearily, getting out of bed. 'All that shaking and chanting and light couldn't have been something as simple as that.'
He quietly walks to where the artifact lay at rest on his floor, mulling over what to do next.
'...I have to go.' He picks it up and turns to his desk, retrieving a makeshift chain from one of its many drawers. 'And I'll have to take this with me.' He loops the tough material through a ring-like protrusion on its base and slips it over his head, making it hang upside down.
'It feels good around my neck.' He gives a small smile before creeping over to the door and peeking out cautiously. 'Grandpa's asleep...'
He tip-toes down the stairs, not daring to make any loud noises that could alert the old man to his whereabouts.
He reaches the bottom relatively fast, taking a breath he'd been holding. 'So far, so good.' He walks a little more carelessly to the door, grabbing his jacket off the coat-rack.
*rustle*
"Oops." He looks around nervously. "Please don't' wake up..."
After confirming his grandfather was indeed still sleeping, he twists the rather foreboding handle and slowly pulls open the door.
*creeaaaak*
"Yugi?!"
He winces. 'Shit.'
"Yugi, is that you?" Sugoroku Mutou shuffles into the room, rubbing his sleep-blurred eyes. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going out, Grandpa."
"At this time of night?"
"It's really not that late..."
"I'm sorry, my boy, but I can't allow you to leave. Not by yourself."
"Grandpa, this is really important, please..."
"The answer is no. You have no reason to be wandering the streets when it's dark."
"Grandpa!"
The old man looks at him curiously. "What was that slamming I heard earlier?"
"Uh--!" Talk about delayed reaction. That was when his look-alike had run out of the house. "N-nothing...please go back to bed."
"Why are you acting like this Yugi? Did something happen?"
"Nothing happened Grandpa!" He throws his arms in the air, bringing the Puzzle into view.
"Yugi-"
"No!" He shakes his head irritably, covering it back up. "Why do you always ask me all these stupid questions!? Don't you trust me?!"
"Please don't do this..."
"I'm sick of you always holding me back! I can take care of myself, Grandpa! Nothing's gonna happen to me! I'm not a scared little boy anymore!"
"Yugi!"
"SHUT-UP!!" He flings the door open. "I'm not just a thing you can do whatever you want with! I have needs like everyone else! I WANT to go out! I WANT to live on the dangerous side!" He points for emphasis. "And YES, I DO have hormones!"
He just blinks, in a slight daze.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go!"
"W-wait!"
He storms out of the shop, shouting, "If you don't like it, you can get another damn grandson!"
"Yuuuugi!"
The calling gradually stops, leaving him to think about his actions.
'...heheheh.' He smiles, shivering giddily. He had never blown up like that before, and it felt...good. He was finally being a rebel.
He clears his throat, refocusing on the task at hand. 'If I popped out of a Puzzle, where would I go?' He walks a little faster, the cool night air trying to penetrate his jacket. 'Wander the town aimlessly, most likely.'
A good five minutes go by before thoughts of returning home flit through his mind. "No." He says firmly. "I WILL find him. I didn't come out here for nothing."
...well, that's what he kept telling himself.
'Ugh...' He looks around after another ten minutes, a tad exhausted. 'Didn't I already pass this building? Don't tell me I'm going in circles...'
He sighs pitifully and trots across the street to the other sidewalk. "Maybe I'll see him on the way home."
All the trauma from earlier that day finally caught up to him and he found himself extremely...tired. He always felt this way, from all the homework and running the shop with his grandfather, but this time it was a little more than he could bear...even if he didn't realize it.
So as he was walking along, he didn't see the huddled figure on the ground in front of him. Coincidentally...he ran into them.
"Oh!" He flails his arms to save himself from tipping over. "S-sorry!" He becomes still in a moment, trying to decide what to do. Chances were it was a hobo, but then again...*shudder*...it could be one of those PREDATORS. He opts for giving them a quick tap on the shoulder and asking them, "Are you okay?", which really comes out more like a squeak.
They shake uncontrollably, their voice too strained to recognize. "Stay...away."
He bites his bottom lip. Why did he have to be such a caring person? "Are you sure? Do you need some water or something?"
They curl up tighter, making distressed noises every few seconds.
"Umm..." He was at a lost. It's not like he could throw 'em over his back and take him to the hospital. He squints. It was a 'him', right?
A car drives by, shedding light on the figure and the situation.
If he wasn't so surprised, he would've been smiling. "I found you!" Yep. It was the darkness guy from the Puzzle. Boo ya. "Are you okay?!"
...as if he HADN'T just asked him that. Stupid little smurf. *smacks self* DOWN GIRL!! *ahem* As I was saying...
*grunt* *shift* *squirm*
He leans to the side, trying to see what's making him so uncomfortable. "Um...I see you speak Japanese..." Earlier he had been yelling at him in Egyptian, but at least now he knew they could communicate properly. He frowns at the memory. "Why did you hit me?"
The shaking abruptly stops. A few of his muscles twitch before he slowly starts to shiver. He hadn't yet seen the face of whoever was speaking to him, but the only person he could remember was a boy with uncanny similarities to himself. "E...impersonation."
His frown deepens. Not that he was particularly angry, but what kind of answer was that? "You didn't have to HIT me..."
*silence*
"...hey." He crouches down, tilting his head so he can get a better look at his face. Maybe if he got him to talk more, he'd come around. "Was I impersonating you?"
A weak nod.
'Alright...that's a start.' He gently lifts his chin with a finger. "Look at me."
The man opens his clenched eyes, fear immediately flooding into them. His voice nearly cracks. "W-where am I?"
...this couldn't be the same guy. Sure they looked the same, but the one from before had a deeper, more confident voice. ...then again, he could just be really confused. Well, of course he was. He had just come out of nowhere, so all this 'where' was probably getting to him. That had to be it.
((...he certainly is handsome...))
Red splashes his face as he remembers the word he used to describe him. 'Come on, think! What can I do...'
His cheeks flush even more as he recalls the most popular technique people use to calm others down in movies. He swallows. 'I can't very well kiss him...'
...well damn Yugi! It looks like you're about to! *rolls eyes*
He had been inching closer and closer to him, staring like a goldfish. It didn't help that it was dark and it took all that just to see him...but that's not the point! His child-like face held seemingly feigned innocence (but we all know he's just sheltered), even though all the stuff going on behind them was just a jumbled pile of crap.
...I'm such a sweet girl.
His palms were sweaty, making dirt and such stick to them. His breaths were surprisingly even, making him wonder if his heart was beating normally as well, and if so, what the hell the pounding in his ears was. He hadn't planned on doing anything too drastic, but one look at his position would tell you one of two things: he was either gonna lay a big one on the guy or open his mouth and start singin'.
*crosses fingers* Please don't do it, please don't do it...
To his great relief, the man opened his own mouth and muttered something unintelligible; presumably his name. But the expression he wore as he said it wasn't so sure of that.
Yugi had to question his uncertainty. "Excuse me?"
A flicker of confusion before acceptance, and he replies, "Call me...Yami."
Yugi giggles like a schoolgirl on the inside. 'I was close when I said darkness.'
'Yami' would have been glad to give him his real name, but seeing this boy's face again...he just couldn't remember what he was struggling against before he got there. It's like all the bad memories were washed away...or locked away, waiting for the opportune moment to strike again.
Not that he was aware of all this. He was just confused again. Why HAD he hit the boy? Was it a crime to impersonate him? (psh, duh) He couldn't remember the logic behind his previous actions, and all he could do was choke out an "I'm sorry" before getting up on shaky legs.
Yugi shakes his head dismissively, blushing again. "It's alright. It didn't hurt that bad..." He wraps an arm around the slightly taller boy and helps him limp forward, searching for words of solace. Great time to be lacking in the comfort department...
"So...do you remember anything?"
Yami simply shakes his head.
'Oh, sore subject. Okay, um...'
"Are you tired?"
"Exhausted."
'Great! He said something. Exhausted. Kind of a big word. Cool, he's got a decent vocabulary. ...but, speaking of exhausted...'
They slow down a little, dragging their feet.
Yugi looks around, trying to avoid staring at him. He sighs inwardly.
"...I'm sorry."
"Huh?" Was he apologizing again?
Of course Yami felt compelled to apologize until he was forgiven. Now that he thought about it, the boy's cheek did look a little red when they passed under those odd light fixtures, and he had only tried to help him so far...
"I don't know why I hit you."
Yugi nods. He had figured as much. If you popped out of a Puzzle and saw someone freakishly similar to you, you'd either run or attack, right? Well, not that he ATTACKED him or anything...and he HAD run away in the end...
'Guh, stop thinking about it!'
He gives him a small pat on the back. "No hard feelings."
Yami tries to keep a composed face, but everything happening so far was a shock to him. He couldn't remember ever having this much human contact before. At least not such...friendly contact. Not that he could remember anything else, but...ow. Every time he tried to, his head started to throb. Not good.
*vvvrrrrmmmmm*
What was that? It's getting closer...
A giant hunk of metal on wheels flies into view, heading straight towards them.
...well...that's what it looked like to Yami.
'Oh no!' He looks at the unaware boy beside him. 'Now's the time to redeem myself!' He grabs his side and brings him to his chest in one fluent motion, covering the back of his head and spinning around so his front faces away from the oncoming beast.
Yugi, like so many other times in life, was wondering what the hell was goin' on. Yami was hunched over and holding him in a protective manner, which really felt more like he was trying to squeeze the shit out of him and suffocate him with his shirt.
...what in the world...?
He sees a car drive by out of the corner of his eye. '...ohhhh. Is he trying to save me from the car?'
He waits a minute before mumbling, "...do you mind?"
Of course Yami thought he was dead. "...huh?" What a wonderful surprise! "Oh!" Too cool to scramble off him like an idiot, though that's what he felt like, he rises to his feet and brushes off his pants. "Did I..." A tint of red becomes apparent in his cheeks. "Did I do something wrong?"
It took all he had not to burst out laughing. "No, not really." It wouldn't be right to tell him putting his life on the line (what he thought he was doing) for him was wrong. Not that he would WANT Yami to die for him... 'Damnit!'
"Well, we were on the sidewalk, so I doubt the car would have ran us over..."
"The...car?" What was a car?
Yugi silently groans. It was too late to be explaining stuff like this. "Next time, just..." He didn't wanna say DON'T. Tch. "Um, as long as we stay on the sidewalk...this white rock...we won't be hurt by them. But you gotta watch out if you're crossing the street...that black stuff...'cuz that's where they run. So always look both ways to be sure there aren't any coming before walking onto the road, k?"
Yami was amazed. The boy had just taught him an important survival skill in less than thirty seconds. White safe, black dangerous. Got it. "Little One...what is your name?"
"Yugi," he replies, letting the nickname slide. He's had worse ones before. (aka: midget, shrimp...midget. i know, the bullies aren't very creative.) "And I'm almost sixteen."
His jaw nearly drops. 'He's not much younger than I...wait. How old am I? I don't FEEL that old...' He shakes his head to rid himself of a headache. "How...how old do you think I am?"
Yugi scratches his head absently. "Oh, I dunno..." He came out of his MILLENNIUM Puzzle, so he was probably reaalllyyyy old. And the deep voice wasn't helping any...but...maybe he was just really mature? "Seventeen, eighteen...possibly."
He frowns. Now that he thought about, what had he been doing the past seventeen or eighteen years? No, wait. Headache. Can't remember. Ow! Okay, so he just won't think about it. There we go.
"Heh. You're probably old enough to drive a car." The rather petite teen wraps another arm around his...middle...and continues walking them home. "But you'd need a license."
More shock. "You mean...people are in control of those things?"
He can't help but laugh a little. "Sorry, it's just that this is everyday stuff for me, and, well..." Uh-oh. Is that a sad face? "...so yeah, you gotta be a certain age to use a car. Your license is like a ticket that allows you to. It's against the law to drive without a license or a permit."
"But...can't they just pretend to have a license?"
Yugi smiles. He was having a conversation with a spirit! ...a rather...SOLID spirit. He'd have to ask him about that later. "Yeah, I suppose you could just make a fake license, but-"
"Won't they be punished?"
"...yeah."
Poor Yami. He should be knowledgeable in the area of punishment. He WAS the Pharaoh...back in the day...but now he can't remember. Poooor little Yami.
They reach his house within the hour. ...eh-heh. Yami had a lot of questions, and although he didn't get a whole lot of lengthy explanations, there were still...a lot. So it took them a while to reach their destination. Yugi didn't really mind; it was nice talking to him. Especially since he had a strange attra--
*SLAP!*
...I mean...connection with him. *coughcough* How silly of me.
He unlocks the door with they key he had thrown in his coat pocket and quietly steps inside, motioning Yami to follow. Yami, however, was completely stunned.
"What is--"
"Tomorrow. I'll tell ya all about this place tomorrow." He grabs him by the arm and leads him upstairs to his bedroom, throwing nervous glances behind him every now and then. He was too tired to be caught by his grandpa, who would, of course, want a full explanation of his little escapade. *scoff* Nosy parental units.
"Here," he gestures to his bed. "You can sleep here tonight. I'll use the couch downstairs." Yami looked unsure of himself. "Go ahead. Make yourself comfortable."
He takes this as a sign and starts stripping shamelessly in front of him.
"Whoa, whoa!" He waves his arms frantically in an attempt to get him to stop doing...what he was doing.
Yami takes note of his odd body language and becomes still. "...yes?"
"What're...you DOING?"
"You..." He nearly blushes. Had he heard wrong? "You said I was sleeping here, right?"
He swallows a lump in his throat. "Yeah, but..." He didn't REALLY mind him sleeping naked in his bed, but he knew he should...so that'd just be weird...and stuff. ...gah. "Could you at least wear pajamas or something?"
This time he does blush. He hadn't meant to upset the boy, but sleeping in the nude...wait, where did he get that from? He couldn't remember how he used to sleep, but it just felt right, like a normal routine for him. Hmm. Maybe if he followed more of these instinctive-type feelings, he'd get a better picture of who he used to be.
(ARGH! You were the PHARAOH, you...you MANWHORE!!)
"S-sorry." Ooh, did Yami just stutter? "These are fine." He hastily re- zips his pants andd reaches for his shirt, which he discarded on the floor.
Yugi makes a whimpering noise at the action.
He pauses, his arms stretched over his head, the shirt hanging just above his semi-disheveled hair. "Is something wrong?"
Yugi notices himself staring, but can't seem to tear his eyes away from the scene. You know how it is. Like in class, when you're staring off into space, minding your own business, and someone decides to walk in front of you and stick their ass in your face. You're not actually looking at their ass, but that's how it appears. And you just can't...seem...to look...away.
Well, that's how it was for Yugi. Except he was, in fact, looking at him. And his wonderful build. And...the disheveled-ness...and...oh Gods, it was too good.
He didn't even notice the sound he made when he started putting his shirt back on, but the 'is something wrong?' caught his attention. And he knew he'd been caught. Staring. Staring. Staring. He wanted to curl up and die just then, but the fact of the matter was he was staring, and you're body's not exactly on your side when you get fixated on something like that. He manages a, "Thought you'd be more comfortable in pajamas."
He finishes putting on the shirt, a little confused. "It's alright."
...ohhh, Yami. You don't know how happy you just made me. *imagining tan- ness* I'm sure Yugi enjoyed that to. Not that I'm PICKING on Yugi and his gay tendencies...
*SLAP!*
...ouch. No, but seriously. Whether you're a guy OR a girl, who wouldn't stare? *drool* But Yugi, just remember, our little friend there's very confused and if anything should happen, that'd be considered taking advantage of him.
*listens to Yugi protest*
Yes, yes, of course. I know you weren't planning on doing anything. ...*snicker*
...what? Why are you looking at me like that? Okay okay, I'll stop.
Yami crawls onto the bed, looking at the blankets with suppressed gratitude. They're soft, what can he say? But as Yugi mentioned so many times before on their way home, all this stuff was normal to him, so he decided to crawl under them without a word. He didn't wanna look like a fool and start hugging them or something. That would be bad.
Yugi had stopped staring by now and was trying to get the ever-present blush off his face. "Well...goodnight then. See you in the morning." He heads for the door, but hears a loud sigh behind him. And, being the overly caring (or horny *is bludgeoned by rock*), goes back to investigate. "You okay?" He asks, sitting on the bed.
His eyes were glistening slightly from unshed tears (no, he isn't planning on crying like a little bitch, calm down people. just confused and scared shitless from his lack of memory. you would be too.), but he just looks up at him appreciatively, whispering, "Thank you."
Yugi curses his blood flow as his cheeks become rosy again. "It was no problem. Really." Neither had spoken a word about their strikingly similar appearances, and now that he thought about it, a completely unconnected thought crosses his mind. "How are you...I mean..." He touches his hand softly. 'Wow, this is really uncomfortable.' "You weren't...HERE before. How did you get a body?" He prays he didn't trigger some unpleasant memory, but hopes to get a decent answer at the same time.
"I'm not sure...what happened before you found me?"
Aw, damnit. "The Puzzle...this thing," he explains off-handedly, "Was shaking and glowing. And there was chanting...really loud chanting...it sounded like your voice."
Here's the deal people. (in this story anyway) Yami made sure he knew a spell that would free him from something...if he happened to become trapped in an inanimate object...in which case he DID...but as soon as the people put him in the Puzzle, they broke it, so he couldn't be released because he wasn't all that...conscious. Or maybe he just forgot. In the mean-time, he slowly became less human, letting primal instincts take over and the like. Several millennia in a Puzzle will do that to ya. Anyway, he pretty much got woken up by Bakura (when he nearly finished it), so he had time to remember the spell and was able to use it when Yugi completed the Puzzle. But now he can't remember anything, including how exactly he escaped from it. ...there we go.
"So..." He points to the golden artifact. "I came out of this?"
"Uh-huh." He pulls it away a little, no so he can notice it, but he didn't want him touching it. Who knows what kind of painful crap that would bring up. "...I should go to bed now."
"Hm?" Wasn't he staying with him? "Oh, yes." That's right, he was going downstairs to sleep on the 'couch'. He WAS kinda hoping he'd change his mind and sleep with him... (not like that you sickos! he just wants a teddy bear) "See you tomorrow?"
Yugi would've laughed had he not been so heart-broken. Neither of them really wanted him to leave, but once again, that would've been...weird. So go he must.
"Of course," he gives his hand a little squeeze. "You might even remember something overnight."
Okay. Waking up a completely different person wasn't the most comforting thought.
"...goodnight." He goes to stand up, but Yami hadn't let go of his hand yet. (maybe he needs a security blanket...) "What?" He smiles. "Expecting a good night kiss?"
Well...yeah.
His cheeks become warm, but he gives no reply.
'Oh...does he really?' "Here, I didn't mean to make fun." He leans over and gives him a small peck on the cheek, trying to keep from flushing too much. "Sweet dreams Yami." He gives him another smile before breaking away and stepping out into the hall, the door quietly shutting behind him.
Yami's mouth was a perfect line. Neither a smile nor a frown. He was happy that now at least he could sleep in peace, knowing he was safe. But...
...why did he get the feeling he deserved more than an innocent kiss? Ugh. Maybe he was expecting too much...he just needed to sleep on this...
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A/N: Oh? Did Yami want mooore? Take that anyway you want ladies and gentleman, I think you all know what he was expecting...
Yami: What are you talking about? I just had a strange feeling that that's not usually what happens before I go to bed. Crazy lady...
You were a Pharaoh so you probably got a nice sex sandwich every time you went to bed. Don't worry, I don't think *coughcough*, I don't think YOU think you're gay, and that's all that matters.
Yami: You make no sense. And...what was this about me being a Pharaoh?
Yugi!
Yugi: Yes?
Yami: I...can't seem to remember anything...
*looks from Yami to Yugi, Yugi to Yami* ...I see what's goin' on in here. Yugi's like a little drug to keep your memories at bay...not that YOU know that or anything...
Yami: ...what is she talking about?
Yugi: I don't know. Just nod your head and smile.
Yami: ...um..okay....
That's right. Hey, did anyone notice Yugi didn't notice Yami's wound? *snort* That's gonna be sore in the morning...
So people, what'd ya think?! I tried EXTRA hard on this chapter *cheesy smile* so please review!
IMPORTANT (READ THIS OR DIE!): I wanna do the next chapter about Ryou and Bakura, but I'm supposed to do it on Joey and Kaiba. Sooo...I want all of you to vote. (although I'll probably just do Bakura anyway...o.o;; that sounded dirty, didn't it? *psychotic laughter*) So tell me in your review! WHO DO YOU WANT NEXT?!
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"......": Oh? What were you expecting? *poke* *whisper* That's for later...
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Disclaimer: I would so make this part of the show if I owned Yu-Gi-Oh...
~*~*~*~*~*Call me Yami*~*~*~*~*~
'What...what happened?' The dark figure staggers down the street, searching anxiously for some sort of sign. 'What is this?' He stumbles over a misplaced stone, barely catching himself. 'Where am I?'
A dull roaring comes to his ears. He lifts his head just in time to see light flooding the ground in front of him.
Brilliant amethyst eyes grow wide, gleaming with fearful and sudden curiosity. 'Could this be--!?'
"Move it asshole!" The driver swerves to the left, clipping his arm with a rear-view mirror.
"Ngh!" He immediately falls to one knee, grasping his shoulder. Blood trickles in between his fingers at a leisurely pace.
He smiles.
'If I can bleed, I'm still alive.'
He hoists himself up again, this time moving onto the sidewalk, and crouches back down, intently watching the road.
A few minutes pass before another car comes by, blowing exhaust in his direction.
He quickly covers his face with his free arm and hurries away from the not- so-lethal gas, sputtering, "What sorcery is this?!"
He coughs to the brink of hacking up a lung to make sure he didn't inhale any of the poison before removing his hand and checking his wound.
He draws in a hissing breath. It looked worse than it felt, but it had been a while since he sported a large cut like that.
Something registers in his mind at the words 'a while'. "It's been...a while?" He shakes his head in frustration. "Why can't I remember?"
*tap tap tap*
The sound of approaching footsteps.
"Wh-who's there?"
*tap tap tap*
"Why can't I remember...?"
A pale figure passes under a streetlight, illuminating and giving them an unearthly glow.
"What?"
The wild-haired albino casually makes his way over, vision clouded with thought.
"Ugh..." He watches in extreme interest as the stranger comes to a stop beside him. 'Where have I seen that face before?'
They involuntarily shudder. The Pharaoh's presence was...intoxicating.
'Heh. Always so powerful, always so confident. Now just a lost little lamb...' A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. 'But what's this feeling?' He couldn't quite place or shake it. 'No matter...'
He turns his head to the side, staring into the eyes of his long-lost enemy. 'Hilarious...he really is confused...'
"Who are you?" The man asks, brows knit in an unintentional scowl. He felt...anger towards this boy. Could it be rivalry? No. It was more than that...enmity, perhaps. But how could he have such hatred for someone he didn't know?
"Don't dwell on it too much, Atemu." The former spirit smirks. "It's bad for your health."
He catches his breath. "...what did you just call me?"
"Don't tell me you forgot your name."
"My name is...Atemu?"
He sighs a little before lifting a hand to the other's face. "Here, let me help you out."
"What are you-"
A thousand images flash through his head.
"AAAAAAGGHHHHHHHH!!!!" He falls to the concrete, his fingers buried in colorful hair. "WHA-WHAT IS TH--"
The flood grows to an agonizing torrent, knocking him on his back.
"This is just a taste, Pharaoh." Red eyes burn with malice, but the thief's once intimidating voice fails him on his next statement, wavering. "Not all memories are pleasant ones."
"NNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" He thrashes on the ground, trying to defend himself from the consuming bombardment of past demons.
The boy looks away suddenly, shaking his head at a fleeting thought. "You're safe for the time being." He continues down the sidewalk, his eyes stinging. "...but you won't be so easily forgiven."
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
He chuckles softly to himself. "I love that sound." He follows the sidewalk around a corner, the other's cries slowly starting to fade. "Now, let's see what this time has to offer."
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'...I can't sleep.'
Yugi sat in bed, playing with his sheets distractedly. It had only been a little while since the Millennium Puzzle was completed and the...'darkness,' he dubbed it...had been released, but something was nagging him. Something wasn't right.
He was certain the Puzzle used some kind of magic, but he didn't know if the figure in his room was real or if it was just a trick.
'No, no.' He runs a hand through his hair wearily, getting out of bed. 'All that shaking and chanting and light couldn't have been something as simple as that.'
He quietly walks to where the artifact lay at rest on his floor, mulling over what to do next.
'...I have to go.' He picks it up and turns to his desk, retrieving a makeshift chain from one of its many drawers. 'And I'll have to take this with me.' He loops the tough material through a ring-like protrusion on its base and slips it over his head, making it hang upside down.
'It feels good around my neck.' He gives a small smile before creeping over to the door and peeking out cautiously. 'Grandpa's asleep...'
He tip-toes down the stairs, not daring to make any loud noises that could alert the old man to his whereabouts.
He reaches the bottom relatively fast, taking a breath he'd been holding. 'So far, so good.' He walks a little more carelessly to the door, grabbing his jacket off the coat-rack.
*rustle*
"Oops." He looks around nervously. "Please don't' wake up..."
After confirming his grandfather was indeed still sleeping, he twists the rather foreboding handle and slowly pulls open the door.
*creeaaaak*
"Yugi?!"
He winces. 'Shit.'
"Yugi, is that you?" Sugoroku Mutou shuffles into the room, rubbing his sleep-blurred eyes. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going out, Grandpa."
"At this time of night?"
"It's really not that late..."
"I'm sorry, my boy, but I can't allow you to leave. Not by yourself."
"Grandpa, this is really important, please..."
"The answer is no. You have no reason to be wandering the streets when it's dark."
"Grandpa!"
The old man looks at him curiously. "What was that slamming I heard earlier?"
"Uh--!" Talk about delayed reaction. That was when his look-alike had run out of the house. "N-nothing...please go back to bed."
"Why are you acting like this Yugi? Did something happen?"
"Nothing happened Grandpa!" He throws his arms in the air, bringing the Puzzle into view.
"Yugi-"
"No!" He shakes his head irritably, covering it back up. "Why do you always ask me all these stupid questions!? Don't you trust me?!"
"Please don't do this..."
"I'm sick of you always holding me back! I can take care of myself, Grandpa! Nothing's gonna happen to me! I'm not a scared little boy anymore!"
"Yugi!"
"SHUT-UP!!" He flings the door open. "I'm not just a thing you can do whatever you want with! I have needs like everyone else! I WANT to go out! I WANT to live on the dangerous side!" He points for emphasis. "And YES, I DO have hormones!"
He just blinks, in a slight daze.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go!"
"W-wait!"
He storms out of the shop, shouting, "If you don't like it, you can get another damn grandson!"
"Yuuuugi!"
The calling gradually stops, leaving him to think about his actions.
'...heheheh.' He smiles, shivering giddily. He had never blown up like that before, and it felt...good. He was finally being a rebel.
He clears his throat, refocusing on the task at hand. 'If I popped out of a Puzzle, where would I go?' He walks a little faster, the cool night air trying to penetrate his jacket. 'Wander the town aimlessly, most likely.'
A good five minutes go by before thoughts of returning home flit through his mind. "No." He says firmly. "I WILL find him. I didn't come out here for nothing."
...well, that's what he kept telling himself.
'Ugh...' He looks around after another ten minutes, a tad exhausted. 'Didn't I already pass this building? Don't tell me I'm going in circles...'
He sighs pitifully and trots across the street to the other sidewalk. "Maybe I'll see him on the way home."
All the trauma from earlier that day finally caught up to him and he found himself extremely...tired. He always felt this way, from all the homework and running the shop with his grandfather, but this time it was a little more than he could bear...even if he didn't realize it.
So as he was walking along, he didn't see the huddled figure on the ground in front of him. Coincidentally...he ran into them.
"Oh!" He flails his arms to save himself from tipping over. "S-sorry!" He becomes still in a moment, trying to decide what to do. Chances were it was a hobo, but then again...*shudder*...it could be one of those PREDATORS. He opts for giving them a quick tap on the shoulder and asking them, "Are you okay?", which really comes out more like a squeak.
They shake uncontrollably, their voice too strained to recognize. "Stay...away."
He bites his bottom lip. Why did he have to be such a caring person? "Are you sure? Do you need some water or something?"
They curl up tighter, making distressed noises every few seconds.
"Umm..." He was at a lost. It's not like he could throw 'em over his back and take him to the hospital. He squints. It was a 'him', right?
A car drives by, shedding light on the figure and the situation.
If he wasn't so surprised, he would've been smiling. "I found you!" Yep. It was the darkness guy from the Puzzle. Boo ya. "Are you okay?!"
...as if he HADN'T just asked him that. Stupid little smurf. *smacks self* DOWN GIRL!! *ahem* As I was saying...
*grunt* *shift* *squirm*
He leans to the side, trying to see what's making him so uncomfortable. "Um...I see you speak Japanese..." Earlier he had been yelling at him in Egyptian, but at least now he knew they could communicate properly. He frowns at the memory. "Why did you hit me?"
The shaking abruptly stops. A few of his muscles twitch before he slowly starts to shiver. He hadn't yet seen the face of whoever was speaking to him, but the only person he could remember was a boy with uncanny similarities to himself. "E...impersonation."
His frown deepens. Not that he was particularly angry, but what kind of answer was that? "You didn't have to HIT me..."
*silence*
"...hey." He crouches down, tilting his head so he can get a better look at his face. Maybe if he got him to talk more, he'd come around. "Was I impersonating you?"
A weak nod.
'Alright...that's a start.' He gently lifts his chin with a finger. "Look at me."
The man opens his clenched eyes, fear immediately flooding into them. His voice nearly cracks. "W-where am I?"
...this couldn't be the same guy. Sure they looked the same, but the one from before had a deeper, more confident voice. ...then again, he could just be really confused. Well, of course he was. He had just come out of nowhere, so all this 'where' was probably getting to him. That had to be it.
((...he certainly is handsome...))
Red splashes his face as he remembers the word he used to describe him. 'Come on, think! What can I do...'
His cheeks flush even more as he recalls the most popular technique people use to calm others down in movies. He swallows. 'I can't very well kiss him...'
...well damn Yugi! It looks like you're about to! *rolls eyes*
He had been inching closer and closer to him, staring like a goldfish. It didn't help that it was dark and it took all that just to see him...but that's not the point! His child-like face held seemingly feigned innocence (but we all know he's just sheltered), even though all the stuff going on behind them was just a jumbled pile of crap.
...I'm such a sweet girl.
His palms were sweaty, making dirt and such stick to them. His breaths were surprisingly even, making him wonder if his heart was beating normally as well, and if so, what the hell the pounding in his ears was. He hadn't planned on doing anything too drastic, but one look at his position would tell you one of two things: he was either gonna lay a big one on the guy or open his mouth and start singin'.
*crosses fingers* Please don't do it, please don't do it...
To his great relief, the man opened his own mouth and muttered something unintelligible; presumably his name. But the expression he wore as he said it wasn't so sure of that.
Yugi had to question his uncertainty. "Excuse me?"
A flicker of confusion before acceptance, and he replies, "Call me...Yami."
Yugi giggles like a schoolgirl on the inside. 'I was close when I said darkness.'
'Yami' would have been glad to give him his real name, but seeing this boy's face again...he just couldn't remember what he was struggling against before he got there. It's like all the bad memories were washed away...or locked away, waiting for the opportune moment to strike again.
Not that he was aware of all this. He was just confused again. Why HAD he hit the boy? Was it a crime to impersonate him? (psh, duh) He couldn't remember the logic behind his previous actions, and all he could do was choke out an "I'm sorry" before getting up on shaky legs.
Yugi shakes his head dismissively, blushing again. "It's alright. It didn't hurt that bad..." He wraps an arm around the slightly taller boy and helps him limp forward, searching for words of solace. Great time to be lacking in the comfort department...
"So...do you remember anything?"
Yami simply shakes his head.
'Oh, sore subject. Okay, um...'
"Are you tired?"
"Exhausted."
'Great! He said something. Exhausted. Kind of a big word. Cool, he's got a decent vocabulary. ...but, speaking of exhausted...'
They slow down a little, dragging their feet.
Yugi looks around, trying to avoid staring at him. He sighs inwardly.
"...I'm sorry."
"Huh?" Was he apologizing again?
Of course Yami felt compelled to apologize until he was forgiven. Now that he thought about it, the boy's cheek did look a little red when they passed under those odd light fixtures, and he had only tried to help him so far...
"I don't know why I hit you."
Yugi nods. He had figured as much. If you popped out of a Puzzle and saw someone freakishly similar to you, you'd either run or attack, right? Well, not that he ATTACKED him or anything...and he HAD run away in the end...
'Guh, stop thinking about it!'
He gives him a small pat on the back. "No hard feelings."
Yami tries to keep a composed face, but everything happening so far was a shock to him. He couldn't remember ever having this much human contact before. At least not such...friendly contact. Not that he could remember anything else, but...ow. Every time he tried to, his head started to throb. Not good.
*vvvrrrrmmmmm*
What was that? It's getting closer...
A giant hunk of metal on wheels flies into view, heading straight towards them.
...well...that's what it looked like to Yami.
'Oh no!' He looks at the unaware boy beside him. 'Now's the time to redeem myself!' He grabs his side and brings him to his chest in one fluent motion, covering the back of his head and spinning around so his front faces away from the oncoming beast.
Yugi, like so many other times in life, was wondering what the hell was goin' on. Yami was hunched over and holding him in a protective manner, which really felt more like he was trying to squeeze the shit out of him and suffocate him with his shirt.
...what in the world...?
He sees a car drive by out of the corner of his eye. '...ohhhh. Is he trying to save me from the car?'
He waits a minute before mumbling, "...do you mind?"
Of course Yami thought he was dead. "...huh?" What a wonderful surprise! "Oh!" Too cool to scramble off him like an idiot, though that's what he felt like, he rises to his feet and brushes off his pants. "Did I..." A tint of red becomes apparent in his cheeks. "Did I do something wrong?"
It took all he had not to burst out laughing. "No, not really." It wouldn't be right to tell him putting his life on the line (what he thought he was doing) for him was wrong. Not that he would WANT Yami to die for him... 'Damnit!'
"Well, we were on the sidewalk, so I doubt the car would have ran us over..."
"The...car?" What was a car?
Yugi silently groans. It was too late to be explaining stuff like this. "Next time, just..." He didn't wanna say DON'T. Tch. "Um, as long as we stay on the sidewalk...this white rock...we won't be hurt by them. But you gotta watch out if you're crossing the street...that black stuff...'cuz that's where they run. So always look both ways to be sure there aren't any coming before walking onto the road, k?"
Yami was amazed. The boy had just taught him an important survival skill in less than thirty seconds. White safe, black dangerous. Got it. "Little One...what is your name?"
"Yugi," he replies, letting the nickname slide. He's had worse ones before. (aka: midget, shrimp...midget. i know, the bullies aren't very creative.) "And I'm almost sixteen."
His jaw nearly drops. 'He's not much younger than I...wait. How old am I? I don't FEEL that old...' He shakes his head to rid himself of a headache. "How...how old do you think I am?"
Yugi scratches his head absently. "Oh, I dunno..." He came out of his MILLENNIUM Puzzle, so he was probably reaalllyyyy old. And the deep voice wasn't helping any...but...maybe he was just really mature? "Seventeen, eighteen...possibly."
He frowns. Now that he thought about, what had he been doing the past seventeen or eighteen years? No, wait. Headache. Can't remember. Ow! Okay, so he just won't think about it. There we go.
"Heh. You're probably old enough to drive a car." The rather petite teen wraps another arm around his...middle...and continues walking them home. "But you'd need a license."
More shock. "You mean...people are in control of those things?"
He can't help but laugh a little. "Sorry, it's just that this is everyday stuff for me, and, well..." Uh-oh. Is that a sad face? "...so yeah, you gotta be a certain age to use a car. Your license is like a ticket that allows you to. It's against the law to drive without a license or a permit."
"But...can't they just pretend to have a license?"
Yugi smiles. He was having a conversation with a spirit! ...a rather...SOLID spirit. He'd have to ask him about that later. "Yeah, I suppose you could just make a fake license, but-"
"Won't they be punished?"
"...yeah."
Poor Yami. He should be knowledgeable in the area of punishment. He WAS the Pharaoh...back in the day...but now he can't remember. Poooor little Yami.
They reach his house within the hour. ...eh-heh. Yami had a lot of questions, and although he didn't get a whole lot of lengthy explanations, there were still...a lot. So it took them a while to reach their destination. Yugi didn't really mind; it was nice talking to him. Especially since he had a strange attra--
*SLAP!*
...I mean...connection with him. *coughcough* How silly of me.
He unlocks the door with they key he had thrown in his coat pocket and quietly steps inside, motioning Yami to follow. Yami, however, was completely stunned.
"What is--"
"Tomorrow. I'll tell ya all about this place tomorrow." He grabs him by the arm and leads him upstairs to his bedroom, throwing nervous glances behind him every now and then. He was too tired to be caught by his grandpa, who would, of course, want a full explanation of his little escapade. *scoff* Nosy parental units.
"Here," he gestures to his bed. "You can sleep here tonight. I'll use the couch downstairs." Yami looked unsure of himself. "Go ahead. Make yourself comfortable."
He takes this as a sign and starts stripping shamelessly in front of him.
"Whoa, whoa!" He waves his arms frantically in an attempt to get him to stop doing...what he was doing.
Yami takes note of his odd body language and becomes still. "...yes?"
"What're...you DOING?"
"You..." He nearly blushes. Had he heard wrong? "You said I was sleeping here, right?"
He swallows a lump in his throat. "Yeah, but..." He didn't REALLY mind him sleeping naked in his bed, but he knew he should...so that'd just be weird...and stuff. ...gah. "Could you at least wear pajamas or something?"
This time he does blush. He hadn't meant to upset the boy, but sleeping in the nude...wait, where did he get that from? He couldn't remember how he used to sleep, but it just felt right, like a normal routine for him. Hmm. Maybe if he followed more of these instinctive-type feelings, he'd get a better picture of who he used to be.
(ARGH! You were the PHARAOH, you...you MANWHORE!!)
"S-sorry." Ooh, did Yami just stutter? "These are fine." He hastily re- zips his pants andd reaches for his shirt, which he discarded on the floor.
Yugi makes a whimpering noise at the action.
He pauses, his arms stretched over his head, the shirt hanging just above his semi-disheveled hair. "Is something wrong?"
Yugi notices himself staring, but can't seem to tear his eyes away from the scene. You know how it is. Like in class, when you're staring off into space, minding your own business, and someone decides to walk in front of you and stick their ass in your face. You're not actually looking at their ass, but that's how it appears. And you just can't...seem...to look...away.
Well, that's how it was for Yugi. Except he was, in fact, looking at him. And his wonderful build. And...the disheveled-ness...and...oh Gods, it was too good.
He didn't even notice the sound he made when he started putting his shirt back on, but the 'is something wrong?' caught his attention. And he knew he'd been caught. Staring. Staring. Staring. He wanted to curl up and die just then, but the fact of the matter was he was staring, and you're body's not exactly on your side when you get fixated on something like that. He manages a, "Thought you'd be more comfortable in pajamas."
He finishes putting on the shirt, a little confused. "It's alright."
...ohhh, Yami. You don't know how happy you just made me. *imagining tan- ness* I'm sure Yugi enjoyed that to. Not that I'm PICKING on Yugi and his gay tendencies...
*SLAP!*
...ouch. No, but seriously. Whether you're a guy OR a girl, who wouldn't stare? *drool* But Yugi, just remember, our little friend there's very confused and if anything should happen, that'd be considered taking advantage of him.
*listens to Yugi protest*
Yes, yes, of course. I know you weren't planning on doing anything. ...*snicker*
...what? Why are you looking at me like that? Okay okay, I'll stop.
Yami crawls onto the bed, looking at the blankets with suppressed gratitude. They're soft, what can he say? But as Yugi mentioned so many times before on their way home, all this stuff was normal to him, so he decided to crawl under them without a word. He didn't wanna look like a fool and start hugging them or something. That would be bad.
Yugi had stopped staring by now and was trying to get the ever-present blush off his face. "Well...goodnight then. See you in the morning." He heads for the door, but hears a loud sigh behind him. And, being the overly caring (or horny *is bludgeoned by rock*), goes back to investigate. "You okay?" He asks, sitting on the bed.
His eyes were glistening slightly from unshed tears (no, he isn't planning on crying like a little bitch, calm down people. just confused and scared shitless from his lack of memory. you would be too.), but he just looks up at him appreciatively, whispering, "Thank you."
Yugi curses his blood flow as his cheeks become rosy again. "It was no problem. Really." Neither had spoken a word about their strikingly similar appearances, and now that he thought about it, a completely unconnected thought crosses his mind. "How are you...I mean..." He touches his hand softly. 'Wow, this is really uncomfortable.' "You weren't...HERE before. How did you get a body?" He prays he didn't trigger some unpleasant memory, but hopes to get a decent answer at the same time.
"I'm not sure...what happened before you found me?"
Aw, damnit. "The Puzzle...this thing," he explains off-handedly, "Was shaking and glowing. And there was chanting...really loud chanting...it sounded like your voice."
Here's the deal people. (in this story anyway) Yami made sure he knew a spell that would free him from something...if he happened to become trapped in an inanimate object...in which case he DID...but as soon as the people put him in the Puzzle, they broke it, so he couldn't be released because he wasn't all that...conscious. Or maybe he just forgot. In the mean-time, he slowly became less human, letting primal instincts take over and the like. Several millennia in a Puzzle will do that to ya. Anyway, he pretty much got woken up by Bakura (when he nearly finished it), so he had time to remember the spell and was able to use it when Yugi completed the Puzzle. But now he can't remember anything, including how exactly he escaped from it. ...there we go.
"So..." He points to the golden artifact. "I came out of this?"
"Uh-huh." He pulls it away a little, no so he can notice it, but he didn't want him touching it. Who knows what kind of painful crap that would bring up. "...I should go to bed now."
"Hm?" Wasn't he staying with him? "Oh, yes." That's right, he was going downstairs to sleep on the 'couch'. He WAS kinda hoping he'd change his mind and sleep with him... (not like that you sickos! he just wants a teddy bear) "See you tomorrow?"
Yugi would've laughed had he not been so heart-broken. Neither of them really wanted him to leave, but once again, that would've been...weird. So go he must.
"Of course," he gives his hand a little squeeze. "You might even remember something overnight."
Okay. Waking up a completely different person wasn't the most comforting thought.
"...goodnight." He goes to stand up, but Yami hadn't let go of his hand yet. (maybe he needs a security blanket...) "What?" He smiles. "Expecting a good night kiss?"
Well...yeah.
His cheeks become warm, but he gives no reply.
'Oh...does he really?' "Here, I didn't mean to make fun." He leans over and gives him a small peck on the cheek, trying to keep from flushing too much. "Sweet dreams Yami." He gives him another smile before breaking away and stepping out into the hall, the door quietly shutting behind him.
Yami's mouth was a perfect line. Neither a smile nor a frown. He was happy that now at least he could sleep in peace, knowing he was safe. But...
...why did he get the feeling he deserved more than an innocent kiss? Ugh. Maybe he was expecting too much...he just needed to sleep on this...
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A/N: Oh? Did Yami want mooore? Take that anyway you want ladies and gentleman, I think you all know what he was expecting...
Yami: What are you talking about? I just had a strange feeling that that's not usually what happens before I go to bed. Crazy lady...
You were a Pharaoh so you probably got a nice sex sandwich every time you went to bed. Don't worry, I don't think *coughcough*, I don't think YOU think you're gay, and that's all that matters.
Yami: You make no sense. And...what was this about me being a Pharaoh?
Yugi!
Yugi: Yes?
Yami: I...can't seem to remember anything...
*looks from Yami to Yugi, Yugi to Yami* ...I see what's goin' on in here. Yugi's like a little drug to keep your memories at bay...not that YOU know that or anything...
Yami: ...what is she talking about?
Yugi: I don't know. Just nod your head and smile.
Yami: ...um..okay....
That's right. Hey, did anyone notice Yugi didn't notice Yami's wound? *snort* That's gonna be sore in the morning...
So people, what'd ya think?! I tried EXTRA hard on this chapter *cheesy smile* so please review!
IMPORTANT (READ THIS OR DIE!): I wanna do the next chapter about Ryou and Bakura, but I'm supposed to do it on Joey and Kaiba. Sooo...I want all of you to vote. (although I'll probably just do Bakura anyway...o.o;; that sounded dirty, didn't it? *psychotic laughter*) So tell me in your review! WHO DO YOU WANT NEXT?!
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