This is so friggin' unbelievable! I have 40 reviews! Which is 35 more than I expected! I had my hopes on like five so far - one for each chapter. Now I have like 8 times that! I love you all. I love you with every fiber in my body, every cell in my brain, every...foot in my shoe! Which believe me, is a lot!

stas-saffron: I am SO sorry about missing your review last chapter. I feel so so so bad. Fanfiction. net was giving me a hard time... but I'm glad you like the Tristan/Duke pairing! Thank you so much for reviewing!

Dark-Angel302: (cowers) O-okay...please don't yell. We're fragile... (Cain: Oh brother...) But yeah, here's your next chappie! And thank you for the review and just being friggin' awesome! yeah, e-mail if ya get bored or watch for me on IM!

andromeda90: You like biology? Well, you have obviously have never had Mrs.Badgett teach it.... She's psycho....and boring! If you're going to be pyscho, at least have some kind of edge to yourself...(ish confused) who's Gabriel? Is he yummy? I am so confused... But I am glad you understand where my Ryou is coming from! I LOVE getting reviews from you! They are always so happy and long and happy (glomps) You are by far one of the most toe-kicking people out there! I love you and your reviews and your happy gnomes that visit me during biology class. BTW, please don't go into some kind of hysteria fit. It will make me sad... Thanks again!

FurA Smile: Hee hee, cute name.... I love Sagwa too! She's so cute... and talky...but nothing, I said nothing, beats Lambchop. Well, maybe Yu-gi-oh, and Ryou, and Seto, and Gravitation... Okay, so there's a lot that I could think of that tops it, but it's still good! O.O I love that song! Thanks for the review!

sango-irss: Freeze to death? O.O... You scare me...At least you think the story's cute and for that, I give a scarf and mittens. You must live in a very cold world if you want me to freeze... Anyways, thanks uber noodles for reviewing!

Solar: Yes...that evil school of clone machines! I will have my revenge! Mwa ha ha ha.... (cough cough) ) O.O One of the best you ever read? O.O You have go to be kidding me, right? That is...wow...So unbelievably nice, you have no idea how nice that is...that's like the Academy award of reviews (sniff) you have made me the happiest writer in the world. I'm probably happier now then if you wrapped Seto in a box and sent him to me in a Rocky Horror Picture Show costume (which, might I add, are VERY revealing) Anyways, the point, I love you so much! Thank you for the unbelievably nice-ness!

Blue Eyed Angel2: thank you for the review-ness. I just want to say that I love your work, by the way. Sadly, I haven't got to read a lot of it yet, but I do really like what I see! I'm so happy that you like it!

treana: Treana, my buddy, my pal, my care-bear loving paddy ('paddy' is a mix between pal and buddy. See paddy=paddy) Anywho, no one does seem to like Devlin, do they? Hmm, I'll have to do something about that...And of course Tristan will get lucky, think about who we're talking about. If anyone deserves to get some, it's that guy...hee hee, 'get some'...I don't know about 'amazing', but here's your next chapter!

Dark Magician Girl / Hikaru: I love SetoxRyou too! (Cain: imagine that...you're only writing a SxR fic...) Thank you for the review and in return, here's your update!

o.0 : "beautiful slashy Yaoi scene"? I don't know... This is my first fic and I'm nervous enough about writing the kiss scene... Oh, gods, I'll have to do that, won't I?...(goes into a worry seizure) Cain: Great, come on let's go to the emergency room...AGAIN. BTW, She wants to thank you for the review! me: yeah, Thankies!

Ai Baka-san Austra: phew, I'm glad somebody was able to fill me in on 'irked' I hate putting those little notes in, but I had no idea and didn't want to seem dumb... Headphones, huh? (evil grin) I think I will...Thank you sooooo much! Ilove getting reviews from you. They always help me out some way or another! Thanks!

I can't believe how many reviews I have. I feel so special... Like a princess or a movie director (sigh) Oh, and I guess no one has a problem with the dub names, so I'm going to keep using them.

Cain: Whatever, Here's your bloody disclaimer: ragdoll does not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any other movie/book/song that may have inspired this. The few things she owns are a few anime DVDs, a pile of mangas, and way too many posters and pictures for one wall to take.

That's rude... Now the warnings.

Cain: (sigh) shonen-ai (the love of the boys, of course), mean, rude words, and a moping Ryou....

And now, on with the show!

Chapter Six:

Ryou's POV

I sat quietly like I always had. Like I was suppose to. Like I did before I met him. It was now Saturday [1]. That meant an entire day since I walked out on him. An entire day I hadn't seen him. An entire day of absolute self-pity. So, that's why I'm sitting here, being pleasantly ignored by Yugi-tachi (not on purpose, of course) and making lists of everything that's going on and putting each subject in as many different words as possible. At first, it worked in keeping my mind off things. Then I started listing things that I did last night. Big mistake. And for once, I'm glad Yugi-tachi doesn't pay much attention to me, or else they would have seen the few tears that I couldn't stop from trailing my face. Of course, I could have blamed it all on the cold that was still intent upon making my life as horrible as possible.

I rubbed my eyes and pulled tissue from my pocket to hold to my nose. I didn't get much sleep last night, mostly due to the fact that I really didn't want to sleep. As soon as I had gotten home last night, I heated up a bowl of Spaghetti-O's and lied down on the couch to eat them, still wrapped up in his coat. I curled into a ball and ate a small amount of the warm pasta before I layed the bowl on the coffee table and dozed off.

The next thing I can remember is standing on the edge of a lime green surface. I gazed below me to see a sea of spaghetti sauce and a million 'O's. Then, I saw the one thing that kept me up all night- Seto. Not just any Seto, no, he was wearing a maroon [2] bathing suit and swimming through the many 'O's while calling out for me. If that wasn't weird enough, I looked down at myself to see the same bathing suite. The only difference was that I was covered in the same coat that I was sleeping with in reality. That, and I had 'scissorhands' for some reason.

Seto was sitting in an 'O' like it was a pool toy and talking to me, but what he was talking about, I'm not sure. I leaned closer, trying to hear what he was saying when I felt myself slide forward. I tried to grab onto the edge, but the sleek metal of my hands wouldn't grab anything. I closed my eyes, waiting to be plunged into the sauce beneath me when I felt two strong arms around my middle. I looked around to see Seto smiling and staring into my eyes. I tried to get away, but he held onto me tighter, refusing to let me go. I looked back into his eyes and attempted to ask him a question. Just as was about to question him, he placed his finger to my mouth, just like I had witness him do to Mokuba that faithful day. He smiled once again before placing his finger to the end of my nose. He leaned closer to me, allowing our foreheads to touch, before he whispered in the softest voice, "We are what we are."

I shuddered at the memory. I woke up immediately after that, wrapped up in the bottom of the trench coat and covered with sweat. I rolled over, only to realize that I slept on the couch two seconds too late as I hit the floor with a 'thud'. It was only one thirty in the morning at that point. From that point on, I stayed wrapped up in his coat, and staring at the different lines on the wall across from me. I remember dozing off once or twice, but immediatly jerking awake. Why? I don't know. There was nothing exceptionally scary about the dream, nothing that was worst then what I dreamed sometimes. It was just...it scared me. I must have fallen asleep at some time though, because I woke up to the ringing of the telephone. I trudged myself over to the end table where it sat and answered it without thinking. I choked on my words as the fear that it may be Seto on the other side washed over me. Much to my relief, it wasn't Seto on the other end of the phone, but Tristan instead.

"Hey, Ryou? Are you there? Ryou?"

"Huh, oh yeah?" I answered while suppressing a yawn. Needless to say, I was more than a little aggravated that he was calling this early in the morning. What time is it anyways? I glanced across the room at the clock that was hanging on the wall to see it read one thirty. Okay, so it wasn't that early...

"Hey, do you want to go somewhere with me today? I...I need someone to talk to," he admitted defeated. Needless to say, I really didn't want to go anywhere, but it's like they say, 'Misery loves company'.

"Sure. Where do you want to go?" I questioned after a moment of hesitation.

"Why don't we meet at the gameshop? I have to go over there anyways. Meet you there in an hour?" he finished rather rushed.

"Yeah, whatever. I'll see you then," I replied before getting up to stretch my cramped legs.

"Okay, bye," he ended and hung up. I did the same and walked over to the couch where I collapsed. I glared at the bowl that still sat in the table, as if everything was it's fault. It probably was! I mean, come on. What kind of dream had a giant bowl of Spaghetti-O's? It's probably some kind of subliminal messaging... yeah that's it...

Eventually, I stood up to get ready to go. I washed up and changed clothes. I debated on whether to take the coat with me, but in the end, I decided against it. Why do I even want his coat anyways? Precisely, I don't...

'Keep telling yourself that' I jumped slightly at the sudden comment from my Yami, but soon calmed down enough to realize he was no where around. That was odd, he hadn't spoken to me for the better part of a year now. Oh well, I had enough problems to deal with without having to worry about him too. I softly folded the coat and set it on my bed before walking downstairs to get my own jacket.

I walked outside and the next thing I knew, I was here. Listing things in my head and renaming them. What a life. I glared down at my watch to see that I had been trapped here for fifteen minutes more than I was supposed to be. I glared up at Tristan to see him eying the door, as if waiting for the exact moment it would be best to escape. We where simply supposed to come here, say 'Hi' to everyone, and leave. But no, Joey and his mouth wouldn't allow that. He just had to drag us into the little 'group' and watch him duel Yugi's Yami for the millionth time this week.

What did I do to get in this position? Did I do something to deserve this? This is all that stupid cold's fault. If it wasn't for that, I would probably be at Seto's, sitting in the "Big Comfy Couch', working on a project. But no, I had to get a cold and sneeze. Maybe I did overreact a bit. Yeah, I'm sure anyone here would do just as Seto did. Yeah, that's it! Then, I could go back to Seto and everything will be okay, because I know what's going on. Let's see, who's all in here? Yami Yugi, Joey, Tristan, and Tea...one of them are bound to notice if I sneeze. I pulled the tissue away from my face and gave the most realistic sneeze I could muster at the moment. I Iooked around expectantly only to see everyone's attention set on the duel (except Tristan, he was still gazing at the door). This time I sneezed much louder, and obviously a lot more fake. I looked around once again only to see the same look on everyone's face. I scowled deeply and plunged into the back of my seat.

"Hey, Ryou. Here's a tissue. Don't wanna get the rest of us sick," Joey offered in his loud voice. I took the tissue from him with a scowl on my face. Great, just great. If they aren't completely ignoring me, they're only worried about themselves. Of course, that's in Joey's nature to say something like that, but still. Is it too much that I'm asking for? All I wanted was a bless you, but no. I growled softly at he back of my throat and kicked the table withmy foot. I stared lifelessly at the duel, waiting for it to be over so I can get out of here.

Finally, Yami put down some random card, causing Joey to groan in defeat. At that sign, Tristan jumped up and grabbed my arm, dragging me to the door.

"Well, that was fun! See you later!" and with that, the door was slammed and I was unceremoniously dropped from my position of being half carried, half dragged behind him. Tristan let out a frustrated sigh and continued to walk. I followed close behind, not really sure where we were going.

We finally stopped as we approached the parking lot of the mall. I gave Tristan an incredulous look, but he just shrugged his shoulders and walked in the front entrance. I stood glaring at him for a moment before I walked after him, intent upon not getting left behind. He led me to a small table in the food court where he sat in a seat across from the one I had already seated myself in. He looked down at his hands which sat on top of the table. Deciding that I really didn't want to sit here all day, I made the decision to talk.

"So, what is it you wanted to talk about?" I questioned like I didn't already know the answer.

"Well, it's about Duke. I-I keep trying to tell him how I feel, but, I can't. I'm too afraid to. Like the first time I asked to talk to him, I ended up chickening out and bailing on him. Then, I thought I finally had the nerve up to tell him, and Joey just had to come barging in and ruined it all. I don't think I can do it. It's too hard, I'm too scared. I don't know why I even bother to try. He'll never like me as a person, non-the-less a boyfriend. It's not fair..." he trailed off with tears set in his eyes. I looked across at him sympathetically. He really did have it bad. I put my hand on top of his in hopes of comforting the crying boy when Malik came up to our table. He gave a half smile to me before sitting in the seat next to mine. I wasn't really sure what he was doing here, but I assumed he was in the same boat as Tristan and me. I was moping because of what happened with Seto. Tristan was moping because he couldn't confess his love for Duke. Malik was moping because...well, that's just what Malik does, he mopes. As if it was planned, we all let out a simultaneous sigh and leaned back in our chairs. I looked from Tristan's tear-streaked face to Malik's contemplative one. I looked around at the stores that surrounded us, in hope of finding something to take our minds off our problems. I studied everything that surrounded us, from a music store to an American Eagle clothing store. I sighed again, not really finding and interesting topic in either of the two stores. I turned my head to see a clothing store obviously aimed for toddlers and infants. I smiled to myself about the small, pink jumper made from corduroy that hung to the plastic mannequin in the window.

"I wish someone would have a baby so I could dress it up in little outfits like that," I said, pointing to the child's outfit. My plan obviously worked because both Tristan and Malik looked up to see what I was talking about. Tristan gave a small grin. Malik, on the other hand, was smiling widely. He stood up from the table swiftly and gave a jovial smile.

"Well, you don't have to tell me twice," he said with a grin still on his face. He gave me a thumbs up and began to walk away.

"Uhh, I was just kidding, Malik," I told him uncertainly. He gave a small grin as his tan face was tinged with pink. He sat back down and looked at his hands.

"Why are you here, anyways?" Tristan asked curiously from across the table. He gave a small grin while thinking his answer through.

"Well, I saw you guys over here all sad, so I decided to be sad too. But when he mentioned making babies, I suddenly got really happy," he answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I eyed him warily before shaking my head. Tristan and I exchanged glances before I got up and slid on my jacket. Tristan followed my lead and we both gave our good byes to Malik. We began to make our way out of the mall, avoiding the people who were doing their Christmas shopping and the many frantic children showing their parents exactly what they wanted for Christmas. We were almost to the exit when we were suddenly stopped by a rosy-cheeked Mokuba. I glanced out the nearest window to see that it had begun to snow and unconsciously gripped my coat tighter. Then the realization of who it was struck me and I began franticly searching for any sign of the young boy's brother. After not seeing him, I looked down at Mokuba to see him exchanging words with Tristan. When they were done, Mokuba looked over at me and gave a grin that was too innocent to be natural. Despite what everyone thinks, I know that kid is not that innocent. I just know it...

"Hey Ryou, I thought you were sick. Why are you out in this kind of weather?" he asked in one short breath.

"I-I began to feel better," I half mumbled, stuttering slightly. He grinned up at me with a certain glow in his eyes.

"Okay then, I'll tell big brother that you feel better and you can come back over and-"

"NO- I mean, I don't think I'm that much better..." I interrupted the boy. Why does he have to be so 'helpful'?

"Oh, okay... It's just that he was really upset when you left the other day. It was so bad that he didn't even care that I was accidentally playing soccer in the house and somehow, something got broke.[3] Do you plan on coming back?" he finished, looking at me conspicuously. Needless to say, I wasn't really comfortable...

"I'm sure I will soon, Mokuba," I lied rather easily. I had no plans of going back there, at least not soon.

"Oh, okay! Bye then!" he exclaimed happily while hugging me around my middle. I told him my good-byes as he finally let me go. He walked off to, no doubt, finish his shopping. I risked a glance at Tristan to see a bemused look on his face.

"Do you care to explain?" he questioned as we walked out the automatic doors.

"No, not really," I replied with a sigh, pulling my jacket around myself tighter.

[1] I know that in Japan, they have school on Saturday, but for the sake of fiction, let's act like they don't, okay?

[2] Colors based on 'Fairydust' By Pikachumaniac. Ch.6 "The ugly Umbrella". If you haven't read it, you should.It's what got me hooked on SetoxRyou! Anyways, the color idea is hers and I don't own. I hope she doesn't mind me using the colors...

[3] A quote from Digimon, season two. My dear little Davis said that, that he did. I just had to use it...

Yup, well, there's the next chapter. I really don't like it, but hey, that hasn't stopped me before, has it? I am really tired right now and really want to sleep, but I have my heart set on updating this before I have to go and do my Biology project. I hope it wasn't too bad. Nothing really happened and Malik seemed a bit dumb, but there needed to be some kind of comic relief, so hey. I feel sleepy...

Cain: (looks over at sleeping ragdoll) I guess I'll have to finish this for her. Please review for us! It makes life a hundred times better, we promise. It makes ragdoll really sad when there aren't any reviews, and when she's sad, she's really annoying, so do me a favor and review, PLEASE. Yeah, thank you all and good night. (runs off to go to bed with ragdoll - not like that, you hentai people)