A/N: ...Still revising. Not much else. oO; See you at the bottom?

Disclaimer: Yeah, I'm pretty sure we've verified by now that Yu-Gi-Oh! isn't mine. And guess what? It still isn't mine. And won't be. Ever. Fortunately, I suppose...

P.S. I forgot to tell you that I took out the POV changes, and replaced it with a "---". If that's confusing for anyone, just let me know and I'll put them back in. Also, POV is no longer in italic. That's just annoying.

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How is it that the only thing -not- wrinkled is the leather? Of all the clothes I have, of all the clothes that I SHOULDN'T have and that only appeared in my closet because of my infernal yami... I should burn these. Really. I really WANT to get ready for the duel. I would like to look... well... nice. Like myself, but with edge! Not like Bakura, in color. Read: dyed leather. Who does that? Where does he find these, and why would he put them in my closet? I sighed, and resigned myself to the task of picking out an outfit. 'Red leather or white leather?' I thought, comparing them.

Deciding on the latter, I wriggled into the skin-tight pants and, having succeeded, looked for something at least a little bit modest. To no avail. Should I just go for it? I wondered. It would at least add somewhat of a shock factor... and maybe even draw his eyes to me? Grinning, I tossed aside the usual sweater, albeit wrinkled, opting to replace it with something a bit... Ok, a lot MORE than a bit... risque. A duplicate of Malik's violet shirt, but in an ice blue with a silver chain. White leather boots complimented the shirt and pants, but there was something missing.

Aha! Silver cuffs halfway up my arms and black eyeliner completed the ensemble. 10:30. I had to leave in 20 minutes if I wanted to meet Yami on time.

Yami. He is so impressive, yet, at the same time, so dangerous. But isn't my own yami the same? At least I know he has some sort of feelings toward me, whereas I don't know how to read Yami Yuugi at all. There are so many good qualities in both of them… and Bakura does care for me. But Yami has his own hikari, he doesn't NEED me.

I don't even want to think about this right now! I should be concentrating on the cards. Right. Yami who? Well, not quite... but after this duel, I will confront Yami. I have to know whether he returns my feelings, or not. Glancing at the clock, I read 10:47. I should get going. But I'm so nervous! I hope it doesn't show, that will give him an advantage over me... or do I want him to take advantage of me? This isn't helping. All I can do is grit my teeth and bear it, I suppose.

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Ryou and Yami walked toward the abandoned warehouse, both reviewing duel strategies in their minds. Preoccupied, each didn't realize that the other was there until they met at the same time in front of the double doors of the warehouse.

Ryou looked up, and saw that Yami was doing anything but meeting his eyes. In fact, the Pharoah's eyes seemed to be stuck somewhere between his midriff and his knees. A shy grin came to his face as Yami finally looked up, attempting to hide his awe.

"Hello, Ryou. Care for some lunch?" Yami asked, proffering a basket of food to the white haired boy.

Ryou flushed. "Thank you, Yami. This is very thoughtful of you," he said, a gentle smile flitting across his lips. "Shall we?" he asked, gesturing toward the doors.

"Of course," was his answer, and the dark spirit opened the doors, waiting for Ryou to enter before firmly closing the doors behind them.

Ryou's eyes went large at the vastness of the warehouse. "Wow… this place is humongous!" he cried, voice echoing his thoughts.

Yami chuckled. "I was thinking about fixing it up, making it into a duel arena. That way, we won't have to duel in our friends rooms, and this place is an equidistant from all of us. Even that damned- I beg your pardon, Ryou- Egyptian." His mouth twisted, and his eyes flitted upward to the skylight on top of the roof.

Ignoring the comment, Ryou gushed praises. "That's so wonderful! I'm sure everyone will be delighted!" he gasped, eyes sparkling as he gazed at the spirit. Suddenly, Yami reached behind his back, and drew out a red-checkered tablecloth.

"Let's eat," he stated, and flapped the cloth out so that it drifted lazily down. He plopped down on one side of the square, and indicated that Ryou sit down.

Ryou blushed. "Thank you, Yami," he said, and sat down across from Yami. Reaching out, he flipped back the lid of the picnic basket.

"Oh!" he yelped breathlessly, "Is that roasted turkey breast in a light basil sauce with sun-dried tomatoes, garlic, and rosemary on a lightly toasted cheese foccaccia?"

Yami stared at him. "Yes…"

He watched in horror as Ryou grabbed the largest one and polished it off in 2 seconds flat. But somehow, Ryou's eating habits, besides being utterly shocking, were somehow endearing. And, with what he was wearing... Ryou could deepthroat a whale, and he wouldn't mind. Or, he could deepthr- Yami paused, and banished all naughty thoughts from his head. He couldn't afford to be distracted today.

"Hungry enough, Ryou?" he asked wryly.

"Yesh. Fank you bewwy mulch! Ish moy favworeight!" Ryou replied, mouth filled with food, like a hampster stuffing pellets in its cheeks.

Yami sweat dropped. "I'm glad you like it," he said, grabbing a sandwich before they were all devoured.

Ryou started to look around. "Where's the drinks?" he asked.

"Over here," Yami said, gesturing to the cooler beside him, after hiding bottles that looked mysteriously like beer behind his back. He didn't know what Ryou wanted to drink, after the display just shown to him.

Ryou got an evil grin on his face, and plunged his hand into the cooler. Ever so slowly, his hand drew out. Yami's mouth opened in a silent scream as he saw what Ryou planned to drink. V8 Vegetable Juice. Which, perplexingly, he hadn't even put in the cooler in the first place. Perhaps Yuugi knew of Ryou's strange beverage preference, and had put it in there? He didn't even want to think about it, and shuddered as the chunky red-orange liquid flowed down Ryou's throat.

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Bakura paused outside the Mutou game shop and knocked sharply. No one came to the door (fast enough for his liking), so he continued knocking until a familiar head of purple-black-blonde hair could be seen through the front window.

"Bakura! What are you doing here?" Yuugi asked, nervously.

The 5000 year old spirit ignored the shrimp in front of him, and walked right in. "Nice digs the Pharaoh's got," he mused.

"Bakura…? Is there any reason you're here?" Yuugi asked again, desperately trying to figure out a way to get rid of him.

Bakura suddenly whirled around, and stopped right in front of Yuugi. "You and I, kid, are going to see what the Pharaoh and that hikari of mine are up to," he stated simply.

The spiky-haired light grinned, something that was totally out of character for him. Maybe he was trying to blackmail Yami?

"I've been wondering about that, too! I mean, Yami likes him and all, right?" Yuugi blurted out innocently. He wasn't expecting the enraged response from the Tomb Robber, though.

"HE WHAT?!" The white-haired man screamed. In the general vicinity, birds stopped chirping, dogs stopped barking, and the old people stopped watering their gardens. Oh, and of course Yuugi's hair fell off, but that was just a fluke.

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The second pop top… popped off, and the white haired boy chugged the contents down. Again. Ryou sighed in appreciation. "Do the V8!" he screamed, but frowned at the lack of rhyme. 'I wish I had a Mountain Dew…' he thought.

Yami took a long swig of his beer-disguised-as-a-diet-coke, and resigned himself to the randomness.

"Why are you drinking DIET coke, Yami?" Ryou asked inquisitively, "You're already skinny enough."

"I'm anorexic," Yami tranquilly replied, and sipped at his "Diet Coke" even more, as if to prove a point.

"Oh, okay. Hey, let's duel!" Ryou said, leaping up.

"Sure. Follow me," the spirit of the puzzle said, and led the way.

They entered a room filled with plushie pillows and beanbag chairs. In the midst of all the décor, there was a single, solitary oak table.

"OH, CAPITAL!" Ryou screamed, screeching like a little girl who just discovered all the families in her dollhouse had their heads mysteriously popped off. He took a running leap, and landed on the beanbag chairs and pillows.

Yami chuckled at his secret love's antics. "We will have 60 cards in a deck, 8000 life points. Ro Sham Bo for first draw," he stated.

Calming down, Ryou sat cross-legged on a beanbag chair, face buried in a pillow. "Mmkay," was his muffled response. Yami took a seat across from him, and set his deck on his right hand side. Ryou mirrored him, and they both drew 6 cards.

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Ryou contemplated his hand.

Ok, I have Widespread Ruin, Vorse Raider, Giant Soldier of Stone, Giant Trunade, Magic Jammer, and 7 Tools of the Bandit. Hmm.

"I set Vorse Raider in attack mode, and put these two cards face down. That ends my turn."

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He most likely has 2 trap cards down. I have the Dark Magician of course, Harpie's Feather Duster, Exchange, Gaia, The Fierce Knight, Dark Elf, and Magical Hats.

"I play the magic card Harpie's Magic Feather Duster! Destroy his traps!"

"Nope. Activate Trap!" Ryou yelled, and played Magic Jammer. "Magic Jammer stops your Magic card, and I discard my Giant Trunade."

"Fine. I play my Dark Elf, and sacrifice 1000 life points to have her attack your Vorse Raider. Go!" I commanded.

Ryou smirked at me. "Activate my face down card! Widespread Ruin!" he said, pleased, watching as Yami's Dark Elf was destroyed.

Argh. I'm the King of Games! I'm not supposed to have this happen! Don't think about Ryou… even though he looks REALLY hot in that leather... NO! This is a DUEL! I must win.

"I place one card face down and end my turn."

Lifepoints: Ryou: 8000. Me: 7000.

I have no more cards to protect my life points. Hopefully, he'll think my exchange card is a trap. I can't activate it though; he could pick my Dark Magician, or Gaia, the Fierce Knight! And who knew what he had in his hand. I know what I'd LIKE him to have in his hand, but… NO! Think of Tea with no clothes. Tea… no clothes… oh Ra! I think I'm going to be sick.

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I drew a card. Ah, Mystical Space Typhoon.

"I activate Mystical Space Typhoon! Destroy his face down card," I said. This would leave me free to attack his life points directly.

"Nooooooo!" Yami cursed. I ignored him. Wouldn't it be something if my non-existent grandchildren could hear about this? Their gay grandfather won a duel against the King of Games. Ah. Happy times.

"I play Giant Soldier of Stone in defense mode, and attack your life points with Vorse Raider."

Lifepoints: Yami: 5100. Me: 8000.

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"I play this card face down. Your turn." Ryou said.

I bit my lip in concentration. 'Heart of the cards… heart of the cards…' I thought. Ah! Big Shield Gardna. This card would help.

"I put one monster card face down, and end my turn."

Ryou picked a card. "I sacrifice my Giant Soldier of Stone to summon the Summoned Skull!" he cried, "I now end my turn."

Huh? What was he playing at? I had no traps or magic cards laid down. He sounds... nice when he duels… I pinched myself. DUELS! Not Ryou.

"I play this card face down, and end my turn." I grinned.

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A/N: I don't know. I modified it, but I still think it's OOC. Even if Ryou's nervous. Well, I guess I'll just have to write a super-great 5th chapter to make up for it! If you're still here, thanks for reading.