Phew, here you are, here you are!! I sat down and continued it, because so many people wanted me to.And it was really hard for me because I was stuck on a scene for a long time. The first to guess right which it was gets a cookie. Just a joke. (grins)

Enjoy the short chapter and tell me if you liked it. I don't (sigh)

Yuugi's POV

Hot and cold chills of fright were coursing through his veins. It was something he really hated. It made his skin tingle and his palms sweat, his heart race and his body stiffen. Fright was like an electric shock. It made him freeze to the spot and every single hair on his body stand. It made shivers run up his spine, slowly crawling up his neck, reaching each and every tip and toe.

The moment the door opened, the last bits of hope Yuugi had held onto, died away and were replaced with some sort of thick tension. Yami was there. Near him. He was sure, yes, he could actually feel it.

'Please go away.', he pleaded, swallowing a fearful whimper as the door hit his leg slightly. 'Just go away.'

He felt like frozen throughout the following minute. The urge to run and hide somewhere was tempting, but where could he possibly have run to? There was no way out but the door or the hole in the floor. Yuugi bit his lip until it hurt to distract himself from the current situation, eyes closed tightly. His attempts didn't work though. His senses seemed to reach out and catch every sound that was not swallowed by the loud music. He even could hear his own heartbeat, the blood pounding heavily against his ears since his pulse had quickened.

Was he still standing there? Or did he go by now? Yuugi wasn't so sure anymore all of the sudden. He wanted to go and look, then flee if he could. But the possibility that Yami was there made him stay. He wasn't foolish enough to run right into him. And he couldn't get out anyway or he would have been gone long hours ago. So why bother to even check? He would wait until they were gone and then everything would be fine again.

The panic faded slowly and Yuugi sighed tiredly. If Yami had had the intention to come in he would have done so already, right? It was dumb of him to think he stood there all the time waiting. Really, why would he?

At that thought relief flooded through him and he let himself sink back against the wall, his whole body relaxing. That had been close. He didn't want to imagine what someone like Yami would have done to him if he found him. Yawning Yuugi let himself fall into a more comfortable position on the floor and pulled his knees to his chest, in a simple attempt to safe warmth. Now that the fright had left him, he felt how cold it was in the house and his clothes and the old blanket weren't very helpful either. Shivering slightly he let his eyes fall closed and concentrated on the feeling of the tension leaving him completely. Now the only thing he could do was wait. He only hoped not to catch a cold.

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Atemu's POV

He hesitated slightly at the still open door. He had been right. The window was almost clean. It looked as if someone had wiped off the dirt in the middle and let the edges as they were. Someone had been here obviously.

Atemu strolled into the room slowly and looked around. Who would come here of all places? Not only was the whole room full of dust and dirt, but also was the floor damaged to the point of making it able to look down to the first floor, where his companions were. He narrowed his eyes as another realisation hit him. The dust on the floor was stirred. Indeed someone had been here not long ago. He estimated it to be a time span of a few hours, not more, because if it had been longer there would have been a new layer of dust. Now that was something he didn't expect to find. Did someone spy on them? It couldn't have been one of his folks, he thought. Someone had slept here, for there was no dust on the mattress on the floor and it looked as if it was regularly used.

He furrowed his brows in alarm. He would have to keep an eye on that, he mused. He turned around to leave as his foot connected with something small and hard. He stopped and watched the thing slide over the floor until it hit the opposite wall outside the room. He slowly walked over to it and bent down. His fingers touched the cold metal of a silver pendant and he took it into his hand carefully. It was one of those one could open, he figured, and curiously did so. His eyes fell onto the faded picture of a woman, brunette hair and smiling lovingly. Beside the picture a note in delicate handwriting said 'To my son Yuugi'. Atemu almost regretted opening the pendant. He felt like disturbing something private. He hurried to close it and instead looked at the delicate carving on the back. He had to concentrate to recognise it though, because it was very worn away. A dove was shown there, spreading its wings to fly away, a letter tied to its leg.

Sighing he closed his fingers around the metal. He decided to keep it until he had found the person it belonged to. He also had a few questions that needed to be answered. Someone constantly spied on them and he wanted to know why. Grinning slightly, he slipped the pendant into his pocket and left down the stairs. Now he definitely felt better than before he had come up here. Something was going to happen soon, he just felt it and he welcomed the sensation of it very much. He needed something new. Something to wake him from the routine.

"Yuugi," he murmured, his eyes flashing with dark delight. "I'm going to find you, whoever you are."

"Hey, Atemu!" Honda, a friend of his, called out as soon as he reached to bottom of the stairs. His voice was slurred and his eyes shone in drunken carelessness. "There you are, bud! Have I introduced this l-lovely girl to you?"

"Yes, two times already." Atemu sighed, nodding in a greeting manner to the girl, who seemed to be too drunken to even notice that. She just giggled, pulling her boyfriend for the evening away with her.

He definitely needed a change in his life, he mused, reaching out to the pendant in his pocket automatically. It was about time.

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Yuugi's POV:

Yuugi shifted uncomfortably. If he kept on sitting here he was sure to catch cold. He needed to stand up and get his limbs warm again. In addition to that his back hurt and the floor was hard. Yami couldn't possibly be there still after the two hours which had passed.

Stiffly he stood up, ready to bolt any time and stretched his legs and arms carefully. He looked around and found the room empty. Of course it was. He smiled in utter relief. Yami had other things to do than to stand here alone all the time. He had friends downstairs and a party to enjoy. Then he would go home and lie down in a warm, cosy bed, forgetting this old, dirty place... Oh, yes, he was envious. He wished he could exchange his life with Yami's.

The relieved smile had faded throughout his last thought. He missed his old life and his parents and his grandfather. He even missed the orphanage. But no. He would never go back there. He didn't belong there. He would rather freeze to death in this old house than go back to the orphanage like a lost child. He wasn't lost.

"Or am I?,", he murmured to himself, looking at his small, dirty hands. "Am I making myself a lost child?"

He couldn't hear his own voice over the loud music.

"No, I'm not." He balled his fists, until his nails dug into the skin of his palms carefully. Again he couldn't hear his voice, but he wasn't about to scream in fear of the teens celebrating downstairs.

He was making himself a lost one. As soon as he would step out of the darkness, no one was going to recognise him. He was indeed lost, thought of as dead, long since buried, a ghost in an empty house. He stared down at his fists in terror. The years were too many already. How old was he? He had never even thought about it, too occupied with his struggle to get something to eat or to not freeze through cold nights. The memories of his grandpa and his parents felt so near, but they couldn't be. He had been almost fifteen the time he had left the orphanage during the fire. There had been two winters... He couldn't be a child anymore, but he felt like one.

"Mother, mother, where are you," he asked into the crushing loudness. He searched for his pendant, wanted to see her smiling face, see how it had been back then as if he could forget it somehow, but it was nowhere to be found. His pockets were empty. Seemingly he had lost it somewhere here. Worriedly he crawled out of his hiding spot and looked everywhere, even under all the dust on the floor, but to no avail. His pendant was gone.

Hid pendant was gone. Gone.

"No," he whispered in shock. Now even his mother had left him. He sat down on the grey old mattress and stared blankly at the wall. Then he closed his eyes tightly, forcing the self-pity away. He had to stop thinking in that direction. He had never dared to do that, always concentrating on the present, not on the past and not on the future. He had to do something. Sitting here and waiting for the people to leave was not good for him. He never sat around uselessly. His pendant had to be somewhere. He stood up and went on searching, though he already had looked everywhere.

It had to be somewhere.

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Atemu's POV:

„Yo, Atemu, drink something!" Honda grinned drunkenly. „You look a lot happier than... ever." He giggled inopportunely.

„Well, and you look like hell."Atemu told his friend, pointing at the stains of lipstick and something undefinable, as well as the ruined hair and clothes.

„Oh, thanks."Honda smiled brightly as if he had been complimented. Atemu just rolled his eyes and took a sip of the drink Honda gave him. Just then a flash of movement from above made him stop in his tracks. The glass almost slipped from his hand. There was a hole in the ceiling. He knew that hole. Someone was up there in the room with the mattress.

No one had gone upstairs since he had come back down, he knew that much, because he had been observing carefully.

„What is it?"Honda asked and blinked confusedly as he was given back the glass wordlessly and Atemu vanished with an excited glint in his eyes and one last whisper on his lips.

„Did he just say ‚game'?"Honda wondered, downing the drink without a second thought. „He really is a strange guy."He swayed slightly, his look following Atemu until he was swallowed by the masses of teenagers. „Weirdo."

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To be continued...(?)

Well, that was it for now. Did you like it?

Thanks to all the reviewers!! Though I personally don't like the story this much (it was a fling of the moment, I should have made it a One-shot, I think) I am very happy about the reviews. Therefore I sat down to do this. Maybe I'll continue it, we'll see.