TL: Another writing binge, yeehaw!

Jou: As if you were interested, she just got back from NYC, so she's reeeeeally happy.

TL: Yes, yes I am. My thanks go this time to my mom for spending so much money on my crazy fanaticism, and to Hyde for being both really hot and a good singer. I was listening to his album Roentgen while I wrote this and the next chapter.

Jou: The authoress doesn't own Yugioh, blah blah blah…

TL: And I love ellipseseseses. You know, the little dot-trios. Yes, those. I love them very much indeed. And sorry for any small errors in any of my chapters of either story—I just don't find it worth it to go back and change such a small thing. You're smart people, you know what I meant to say.

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Yami struggled to attach the pendant to Yuugi's collar as the dog kept attempting to escape from his arms and race around the house in joy. Yuugi was very used to always having Yami with him, and when the dark spirit had disappeared… Yuugi had distinctly felt an empty spot in the air next to him.

Finally the pendant was securely fastened to the collar. After some very substantial research, Sugoroku had taken a stab at the antidote. It was painfully simple, actually, which made Yami doubtful, but now was the time to test it out. With the help of a local jeweler, Sugoroku and Yami had put a hole into the opposite corner of the pendant than the loop was on, so it could hang upside down. Yami had rethreaded it and then chased Yuugi for a good half hour before falling on the poor dog. Now it was time to wait and watch.

What happened wasn't exactly what Yami had been expecting. Since Yuugi had begun to turn mentally canine before the physical transformation occurred, Yami assumed his restoration would happen the same way. Also, the initial changes had occurred gradually, and so Yami was prepared to wait for normalcy.

Instead what happened was that the minute Yami turned his head away from the dog, Yuugi fairly instantly regained his human form. Where once a small brown dog had sat, puzzling over the new decoration on his collar, Yuugi was seated on the floor, creamy skin, huge purple eyes, and all, looking fairly shocked, his un-styled, over-dyed hair flopping in his face.

Yami spun around to face his hikari, and immediately wished he hadn't. The sight was blinding for the love struck spirit. Yuugi's pure, alluring skin was completely unclothed, his hair hanging loosely in front of soft, round eyes that asked an unknown question…

Yami bolted from the room, darted down the hall and took the turn into the bathroom much too sharply, stubbing his toe on the doorframe and, more importantly, falling flat on his stomach, halfway inside the room. He groaned, pushing himself up from the cold tiles, when a very heavy, warm, something nearly fell on top of him, wrapping its slender limbs around him and planting kisses on his ears. Yami carefully kept his eyes closed and pushed Yuugi off, nudging the unseen form out of the bathroom with his foot until he could close the door and be alone.

The ancient pharaoh sat on the freezing floor with his back against the tub, feeling sorry for himself and not very kingly at all. It was obvious what had happened: the antidote position of the pendant worked in the opposite direction of its initial effects, and Yuugi was first becoming human in body, and later would come mind. So, for the time being, it seemed as though Yami would have an even bigger nightmare than inu-Yuugi on his hands—his hikari in human form, refusing to wear clothes and insisting upon licking him and sitting on his lap. If Yami had not normally been so calm in the face of adversity, he would be sobbing in despair by this point. He had no idea just how much self-control he possessed, and what little he was aware of slipped away abruptly in the face of those lovely childish eyes. Yami did his best not to think about how his body had reacted to Yuugi's recent tackle, and shuddered.

But, suddenly filled with new determination, Yami rose, splashed a little cold water on his face and arms, and left the sanctuary of the bathroom to see if he could coax Yuugi into at least a bathrobe or a pair of shorts. "Yuugi?" he called into the suddenly foreboding house. There was no answer but the drone of the television set. Had Yami left that on? He couldn't remember. In any case, it was using electricity, so he trotted to the living room to turn it off.

"Oh—Yuugi—" His hikari lay sprawled on the couch with a blanket draped over him (Yami noted with an odd mixture of relief and disappointment), paying a bit of his attention to the TV, and the rest to Yami.

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Ack, sorry about the lame solution to Yuugi's dog problem. But come on, cut me some slack, it's just amateur fanfiction on the net… You'd be allowed to get mad if it were printed, but it isn't! So please forgive me.

A note to Marina-Kashu: I already sort of mentioned it in the chapter, but I am of the opinion that Yuugi's hair isn't naturally colorful and spiky. This is a personal thing, but whatever. So, since the dog form of whoever it is who becomes a dog is more related to his or her "natural" form, Yuugi's just a pretty regular-looking little guy. Except for the eyes of course, those would definitely be a distinguishing feature.