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This is it guys! The final chapter! I actually have a finished story up here now lol!

What's in the mail box?

DDCfreak- Yes it is finally finished and yes I know you like to give me a hard time lol... I kind of deserved it though with all the cliff hangers on this and my other fan fic, lol!

Atemu Fangurl- I am so glad you liked it thus far. I hope you like the ending as well. Thanks for reading ... smiles ...

As a side note, I enjoyed writing this fic. It was different for me and a quick change of pace which I needed to get a break from my other fic at this time. If I ever get the gumption to do another I know it will be accepted pretty well which makes me feel really good. Thank you all for taking the time to read and review. I appreciate it more than you know! ...hugs everyone who read and/or reviewed...

This was actually a dream I had that was too good to not do something with. It definitely is not going to be suited for anyone under 16 for mature content. OOC for Bakura and Atem...

Taking a Chance

The warm shower felt good against her skin as Anya refreshed herself before getting ready to leave and head back to her own apartment. She smiled at her memories. She would never forget what had happened here. Stepping out of the shower, she eyed herself in the mirror and then got dressed in the white off the shoulder top and black leather mini-skirt she had worn to the club. She rubbed the excess water out of her hair with the towel Atem had given her and then took a breath before exiting the bathroom. Slowly, she crept past the room in which Bakura still slept.

Man, he really does like to sleep late, she thought as she glanced at her watch. It was almost noon. Anya walked to the far end of the hall to another room she had just recently gotten acquainted with and lightly knocked on the door.

"It's all right. You may enter," Atem's voice called from the other side. She opened the door and gazed at the sight before her. Atem was freshly showered himself, and dressed in tight fitting black jeans and a black T-shirt with a light gray, zippered vest which he had left unzipped. He was slipping a deck of cards into a small box attached to a belt around his waist. Her eyes widened and she looked up at him sharply.

"I know who you are now," she gasped. He gave her an odd look. "I thought you looked familiar and now I know why. You are a duelist. The number one duelist for that matter." He gave her an amused smile.

"Yes, I was," he responded.

"Was?"

"I retired, but between the duels Bakura and I had we were able to get this place. I still play for fun every now and then. I have carried the deck with me for so long I feel like I am missing a piece of myself if I don't have it." She smiled and shook her head slightly. "Ready to go?"

"Yes," she answered nodding her head. He followed her out of his room and they walked down the stairs and into the sitting room where he fetched their jackets. She reached into the pocket of her duster and retrieved a small, brown bottle. She opened the bottle and dabbed a little of the oil on her wrists and pulse points. Atem's eyes closed as he breathed in the exotic scent. It was the same scent that had driven him crazy at the club. His eyes opened and he was caught up by the wonder in her deep blue eyes.

Yes, this one is different, he thought. She may be the one I have been waiting for all this time. Without a word, he opened the door for her and grabbed the keys to the black convertible out front. The drive was quiet for a while. Anya relaxed as the wind blew through her hair, enjoying, once again, that feeling of freedom. She glanced over at Atem and caught him looking at her out of the corner of his eye.

If only this had not been a one time thing, she thought sadly. She could have gotten used to spending time with him. Little did she know, he was thinking the same of her. She gave him directions to her apartment but otherwise stayed silent as he pulled into a parking space in front of the building. She looked down, unsure what to say at this point. What do you say to someone you may never see again? She was saved from saying anything when he turned to her and took her hand.

"Anya, last night was wonderful, as was this morning," he paused and took a deep breath to steady his voice.

"Yes, it was," she agreed. She watched him as he looked down at her hand in his. What is he doing? she wondered.

"This is not something I am used to doing but I have to try," he took another breath before looking up at her. "Would it be ok if I saw you again? For tea or something?" Her eyes opened wide in shock.

He is asking me out! Her breath caught in her throat and she brought her other hand to her lips.

"I understand if you chose not to," he added when she did not respond. She shook her head and finally found her voice.

"No! I want to. That is what surprises me. I thought... It's just..." The words failed to come to her.

"You thought last night would be the only night. That I would just let you go." He said for her. She blushed and looked down. "I told you, Bakura plays the games, not I. Something about you has taken a hold of me. I would like the opportunity to explore the feelings you have stirred within my spirit. Please, allow me that chance," he pleaded with her. She saw her chance to be bold yet again. She lifted his chin with two fingers so they were eye to eye.

"Atem," she began, not sure exactly what to say. So instead of speaking, she merely leaned forward and lightly brushed her lips against his own. A very innocent kiss. "I would love to see you again," she whispered against his lips.

"Anya!" A voice called out. She turned to see her friends Jackie and Brandy as they bounded out of the door to their shared apartment.

"You're back!" She flashed them a smile.

"Of course, Jackie. I told you I would be ok." She looked back at Atem, her blue eyes meeting his crimson ones. "He took great care of me," she added softly. He nodded and got out of the convertible to open her door for her. She stood and found herself in his arms again. Her heart began to beat faster.

"Another day then?" he asked her.

"Yes, Atem, another day. You know where to find me," Anya added nodding toward the building. Leaning back into the car, she found a napkin in his glove box and a pen. Quickly, she wrote down her number and slipped it to him as he kissed her hand. He moved closer to her ear to whisper his next words.

"Next time I promise it will remain only the two of us." She blushed and responded with a small giggle.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," she told him, her eyes sparkling. Reluctantly, she released his hand and turned toward her friends, who were staring at her in awe. As she neared them, they fired question after question at her all the way into the apartment. She looked back just once to see he was still standing beside his convertible, watching her till he knew she and her friends were safe inside their home. Once they were inside, he jumped in his car and looked back to give her yet one last smile before leaving.

She did not know what all was to come, but she knew this much for sure. Though their dance was over for that night, he sparked a new fire in her heart. One that burned brighter than any had ever burned before. The dancer from her dreams had come to life. Had made her feel whole. His kiss had breathed new life into her soul. He had awakened her. Yes, they soon would dance again. The flames of desire, and the music, were calling to them. They could not... would not... be denied.

Well that is all guys! The tail end of the dream... If only I could have found a way to add music to this so you all could have heard the music to it as well... It made it that much better, lol. Anyway, I do hope you enjoyed it. Thank you again for your time.