Author Notes: Yup, so here's another chapter. I actually finished it a lot sooner than expected because in fact I never expected to finish it. But here it is. I hope you like it, it's not that long. Oh, and I switched to the English names, for Joey anyway. I guess that about it. Please review.

BTW: I didn't spend very long on this chapter; on writing it and editing it. I read it over once. So there are probably mistakes but overall I think it's pretty good.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! even though it would be pretty cool, eh?

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I'm floating on a cloud in the sky...Either I'm dreaming or I've gone totally nuts. But, this feels too real to be a dream...What is going on? The last thing I remember is Marik and Bakura and...Oh my God, am I dead? No, I can't be. Can I? It is very nice up here, and Marik and Bakura are no where in sight. Maybe this is Heaven.

Yami lay back on his cloud, enjoying the warmth. Never before had he been this relaxed, and he only felt a slight regret at being dead. His life had never been a good one; his parents didn't love him or didn't show it, he had always been picked on in school for his non-sense hair, and had only a scattering of friends. It was for them that he felt a pang of sadness. But at least now he would never be bothered by pain or suffering again. Then a crazy idea struck him: I wonder if I can fly? He shook his head, telling himself that it was foolish, but there was still that one adventurous part of him that told him to do it; to stop being a fucking pussy and do something potentially dangerous for a change. Oh what the Hell, he thought, giving in to temptation. He was already dead, so even if he couldn't fly he wouldn't die or anything. It's about time I do something exciting anyway, he reasoned, standing up on his cloud and peering over the edge. There didn't seem to be any ground, but there were clouds. He felt relieved; if he fell he could always just land on the clouds. Alright, let's do this. Yami closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and jumped.

            It was truly an exhilarating experience; the wind rushed up to meet him as soon as he jumped, forcing him to open his eyes in surprise. His descent was gradual, but inevitable. It would appear that he in fact could not fly. This was somewhat depressing to Yami, but he didn't care at that moment; all he wanted was to land on another cloud and catch his breath. He righted himself in the air, preparing to land on the cloud directly below him. But wait! What's this? Yami couldn't believe it, his heart jumped in his chest. He passed right through the cloud! He passed through the next few clouds as well, and the farther he sunk, the faster he fell. He was clawing at the air, hoping to catch onto something, but his fingers weren't grasping anything! He looked down and saw the ground rushing up to meet him and there wasn't anything Yami could do about it. Tears stung his eyes as the ground approached him at an alarming speed. Just one minute till impact; 50 seconds; 30 seconds; 10 seconds; 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2...1!

            Yami awoke screaming in his bed, covered in a blanket of sweat. He sat for a moment, breathing heavily, trying to get his bearings. What the hell is going on? He was in a hospital room; the lights were off. It took him a moment to realize that it was just a dream, but it had seemed so real! He put a hand to his sweaty forehead. Man, how much sweat do I have? He was drenched in it, from head to toe, but there seemed to be a rather concentrated amount at his crotch... Oh shit. He had soiled himself! Unbelievable! He looked around wildly for clean sheets, finding nothing. Dammit! I'm too old to be wetting the bed! And this is a fucking hospital! Shouldn't they have clean sheets? The door to his room opened and Yami froze, terrified that it would be Marik and Bakura; they would never let him live this one down.

            He watched unmoving as a nurse entered the room, flicked on the light, and walked towards Yami. She had a kind and gentle face; her eyes twinkled when she smiled. She had clean sheets in her hand which she laid down beside Yami's bed. She faced him.

            "Thank God you're awake!" She said. There was nothing false in her voice and Yami felt at ease with the woman. "You've been unconscious for a few hours, we were really getting worried," she said, taking a towel and wiping some of the sweat from Yami's face. "You see, you were out a lot longer than we had expected."

            "I'm sorry," he said, without even realizing it. He had always been so used to apologizing, whether he meant it or not; somehow everything was his fault. But this time, he was truly sorry to have worried this nurse, and everyone else. Wait, who did she mean by 'we'? He was about to ask her but said nothing upon seeing a strange look on her face.

            She was looking at him quizzically, eyebrow raised. Yami looked away, fearing that he had upset her. But to his surprise she laughed. "It's alright, you goose. What are you apologizing for? You didn't ask to be attacked, and you certainly can't control how long you'll be unconscious. Now, as for your little 'problem'..."

            He followed her gaze to the wet spot on his sheets. He blushed, truly embarrassed. She put her hand on Yami's shoulder reassuringly, saying that it was normal and this sort of thing always happened. Yami seriously doubted this, but it he felt better nonetheless. She helped him out of the bed, telling him to sit in the chair. He objected, wanting to help, but she silenced him.

            "No, you have to rest," the nurse said, gently pushing him into the chair. "I'm not supposed to be doing this but I understand how embarrassing it would be if your friends saw that you had, you know..."

            Yami nodded, sitting down. He watched her take off the sullied sheets, grateful that she was doing this for him. He realized that the 'we' she had been referring to must have been Joey and although he wouldn't have said anything, he'd rather not have the blonde know that he had wet the bed.

            She was now standing in front of the bed, it having been fully stripped down. Her hand was cupping her chin, a sign that she was thinking. Her eyes shifted to Yami.

            "Promise you won't tell?"

            He nodded even though he had no idea what she meant. This caused her to laugh and she winked at Yami. She said, "Don't worry, I'll change it after."

            Yami nodded again, once more without the slightest clue of what she was talking about. She winked again, put her hands under the mattress and flipped it. The wet spot on the mattress was now effectively hidden. Yami now understood what she was saying.

            "It's ok; it's only a temporary solution; just a quick cover-up," she said, and then admitted that she'd done it before.

            Yami nodded. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. He tried to match her smile, but found himself unable to do so. She had such a jolly smile.

            "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

            The nurse's smile widened. She nodded, and then got back to work.

            Yami was back in his bed in no time, the nurse was really an efficient worker. The woman patted Yami on the back and told him she'd send in his friends.

            About a minute had passed before Yami would see the door open again and his best friend walk in. He was genuinely happy to see Joey, and he showed it. But the blonde wasn't the only one to enter the room. Behind him, completely unnoticeable except for the spiky, tri-coloured hair, was Yugi.

            Yami had almost forgotten about the little one, who had unwittingly but ultimately caused the fight between Yami and his roommates. But he wasn't bitter or upset about it. He was just glad that Yugi had come to see him.

            Joey talked to Yami the entire time he was in the room; Yugi remained silent, hands resting on the steel grate on the sides of the bed, head resting on the hands. He never took his eyes off Yami. Joey was telling him that Marik and Bakura were going to be expelled for sure, no doubt about it and to not worry. After about twenty minutes, when Joey was satisfied that indeed his friend was alright, he said good bye and left the room leaving Yami with his miniature look-alike.

            They stayed in silence for a minute or two; neither truly knew what to say, or were too afraid to say it. Yugi was the one to break the silence. He cleared his throat, took his hands off the bed and promptly started fiddling with the buttons on his blue shirt, eyes staring at his feet. He did not look up until he was done talking.

            "Listen, Yami..." His voice was small, barely audible. Yami had to strain to hear it. "I'm so sorry! It's all my fault! If I hadn't of -"

            He never finished his sentence because he burst into tears. Yami's crimson eyes widened and he leaned over, placing both his hands on the little ones shoulders, hoping to comfort him.

            "It's all right!" Yami said comfortingly. "It's not your fault!"

            "Y-yes it-t is-s!" He whimpered softly, gazing at Yami with enormous, misty violet orbs. Yami felt a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach.

            "No it's not!" He said louder than he meant too. "It's not your fault I ended up with the roommates I did, is it? I didn't think so. Don't blame yourself, Yugi. It's not your fault."

            Yugi smiled through his tears, causing Yami's heart to melt. The boy was just so innocent. Without even realizing he was doing it, Yami had been leaning in closer to Yugi the whole while he had been talking and only noticed at that moment just how close they were. He blushed, sitting back in his hospital bed. For a few more seconds there was silence, once more broken by Yugi who spoke so low that Yami wasn't sure that anyone was speaking.

            "It's just that, that..." He began, trembling visibly. Yami peered at the boy who was trying desperately to regain some composure. The crimson eyed teen smiled, hoping the restore confidence in the lad. It seemed to have worked, for he spoke again, and with more confidence than before.

            "Yami, I- I, well, I like you," He said, standing up straighter. He took a deep breath and said, "I mean I really like you."

            Yami's eyes widened to the point where they rivaled Yugi's. Had he heard wrong or had the little one just professed his love for him? He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it when he realized he had nothing to say. Of course he thought the same about Yugi but he still couldn't find any words. Meanwhile the boy had once more become nervous, more so than he had ever seen him before.

            "I-I just remembered I had to do something!" Yugi yelled, unable to control the volume of his voice. "I hope you get well soon!"

            Yugi scurried out of the room, leaving a surprised Yami. That was weird... It was only after the boy's receding footfalls had faded from his hearing that it dawned on him.

            "Fuck!" He muttered angrily; he had just destroyed his only chance with Yugi. "Why do I always do this?"

            Yami punched the bed rail causing him to curse and clutch his throbbing hand. He took a deep breath, clearing his mind.

            He would get Yugi back. He would stop at nothing until he had the little one in his arms.

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End Notes: So that's the chapter. *Usual blah about liking it. Yada yada yada.* There's not really much else to say but I think I coped pretty well with the changes in chapter 2. You see, I had never intended for Yami to pass out. That was a last minute thing that came about only as I was writing it. I didn't actually have that planned but under that circumstances that way worked best. So that's that.

BTW: I will be eternally grateful if you review.