Yami's koi: wow. I really do seem to attract flamers, huh? Here's a little message for you: get lost! It's just a waste of my time and yours to just needlessly flame someone when they believe that they are creating something at least half-decent. I will now only accept constructive criticism to help me improve, or general nice comments to motivate me to write. And please review, otherwise this story shall be DISCONTINUED! Ahem Thank you for your time. I'll see you at the bottom, k?

Eliza smiled happily as she watched Faust being reunited with his friends. As was typical with flights, they had been… 'Delayed'… and so had had to transfer to a later flight, meaning that they would miss the stag nights, but would be present for the actual wedding ceremony.

"Hey there, Faust! What's been going on? Anymore victims… I mean, patients… you've been seeing to recently?" Yoh asked, blushing slightly at his small 'mistake.'

Faust offered the younger, but obviously wiser Shaman a sceptical look.

"Now, now, why would you ever think that my patients would be treated as if they were being tortured?" Faust's nice, reassuring accent rang out, bringing back various memories of Dobie Village, Shaman Fights, lively meals, drunken nights… the Shaman Tournament had been good for Yoh, in more ways than one. As a random example, he had managed to get to know his samurai warrior spirit friend much better…

Flashback

It was a freezing cold, damp night. And whilst everyone in the adjacent rooms to Yoh were fast asleep (judging by the snores), he was not. The obvious lack of warmth in the room had the young teenager seeing his own icy breath. He sighed, knowing that his muscles would be tired and aching tomorrow. It was something that couldn't be helped.

But what to do? Yoh couldn't just lie there all night, as cold as anything. He needed someone to talk to so that he could stay sane. But who was he to make everyone else tired for the morning's training?

Something then stirred in Yoh's mind. There was one who did not sleep, one who merely meditated slightly. And that person was…

"Amidamaru," Yoh mumbled quietly, padding over to his bedroom window, taking his blanket with him, and leaning his head out of it. He looked to the side, then to the roof. He could just make out several silvery strands, illuminated by moonlight. With a sigh, Yoh hoisted himself up onto the windowsill, and climbed onto the roof. With Yoh's special Shamanic training, it wasn't a problem. The loose roof tiles were, however. As soon as one slipped off, and smashed on the floor below, Amidamaru's swords were out. His eyes widened when he saw Yoh's lithe form, trying to climb up to him.

"Um, a little help, Amidamaru?" Yoh asked, extending his hands upwards. The samurai rolled his eyes and offered his hand down to the young Shaman. Almost laughing with glee, Yoh grabbed onto his warrior's hands, gasping at the warmth Amidamaru radiated. Surely ghosts were supposed to be cold, right? And shouldn't the weird feeling in his stomach… not be there? Yoh had been battling with an intense desire for the past few months now… in fact, ever since he had met Amidamaru. And with the constant dreams and changing of bedding in the morning… he could only associate it with desire. Yoh didn't care that he was a) in love with a ghost, or b) Amidamaru was 624, and that c) they were both male. So what if he was attracted to a man? It would only mean he was gay. And what with no girls turning his head… who could blame him? Besides, liking someone of the opposite sex wasn't the end of the world.

Once Amidamaru had a hold of Yoh's hand, he pulled up the boy easily. He gently placed him down on the roof, making care not to hurt the young Shaman. Once Yoh was sat down, the questions started coming.

"What are you doing up so late, Master Yoh? You should have been asleep a long time ago… especially with today's training!"

Yoh sighed, leaning against the samurai's shoulder tiredly. "I know. I'm exhausted. But it's so cold and, I can't get to sleep…" He said shyly, suddenly embarrassed. Why had he bothered coming up here to Amidamaru anyway? Did he honestly want Yoh there? The answer was probably no.

Amidamaru smiled down at the boy. "So you decided to come and talk to me?"

Yoh shrugged slightly, yawning. "I'd rather sit up here with you and talk than just lie there staring at the ceiling. And plus, Rio's snoring is so loud, I'm surprised it hasn't caused an earthquake."

Amidamaru chuckled quietly. "You're right there, my friend. But why me? Why didn't you wake someone else?"

Yoh blushed, shying away from Amidamaru's shoulder. "I thought it was a bit unfair if I woke them… sorry I bothered you…" Yoh went to leave. Obviously he had disturbed Amidamaru…

Amidamaru's eyes widened. "No! Don't go! I mean… stay. Please." The warrior's eyes fell to the tiling of the roof. "I didn't mean it like that, Yoh. I'm sorry."

Yoh smiled warmly up at his spirit partner. "That's all right, Amidamaru. It's not fair to keep you up, either."

"But, I--"

"Look, if it means that much to you, come into my room with me. That way we can… keep each other warm. Or warmer than what we can out here." Yoh added hastily, with a deep crimson blush. He didn't know why he had said that, but he was glad it had been done. This was an opportunity to see how Amidamaru was on his own! Not with some ancient other warrior's crowding around him, probably making him feel the need to act tough… even though Amidamaru never seemed to act that way… even in battle. He respected his opponents and never boasted about any victory… he could only make comments.

Amidamaru smiled warmly at his Shaman Master. "I'd like that, Yoh. Here, let me help you get down…" The spirit offered, taking Yoh into his arms and silently floating down into the boy's small room. He felt Yoh bury his head in his chest, and Amidamaru smiled. The boy could be so cute sometimes.

For a moment, nothing was said. Yoh lay there, having been set down by Amidamaru, before pulling the ghost under the sheets with him. He didn't offer an explanation, and so silence reigned for another few minutes. That was, until…

"I'm worried about the Shaman Fight."

Amidamaru stared at Yoh in surprise. Yoh didn't seem anxious… if anything, he was calmer than those who had been knocked out of the tournament! What was going on?

"Ever since I've found out that Hao's my twin brother, it's made me wonder… should I really kill my own flesh and blood? I know he's evil, but what if he could change? What if he… wasn't so bad after all, Amidamaru? What then? I would have killed a person who could have been easy to change!"

"You mustn't think that," Amidamaru answered immediately, taking Yoh into his arms with a sigh, "And, if Hao really could change, why is he still the way that he is now? And, if you did kill Hao, then you wouldn't know if he would have been able to change or not, because he would be dead. Nothing can change that…" Amidamaru heaved a loud, weary sigh. "Such is the injustice of this world."

Yoh thought about what had been said for a moment. Suddenly he felt very small, and so wrapped his own arms around the muscular man before him.

"I don't want to kill anyone."

Amidamaru understood that. He once had had to endure the rattling experience of a first kill. And even though it had been a deer, the sight of so much blood had made him retch. For days, his stomach ached, and nothing that Mosuke could do would ease the pain, and Amidamaru knew it had been mainly from shock. Shock that his hands, ones that could do so many things… had actually taken the life of an innocent living creature. Something that had once bred, eaten, respired, felt pain… ceased to exist.

However, there was no point in dwelling over something that was inevitable. As Amidamaru wondered as to how to phrase that properly, one hand began to stroke Yoh's chestnut locks absent-mindedly.

"I know. Believe me… I've spilt much blood in my past. And I won't tell you it's pretty, Yoh: I can't and won't lie to you. What would be the point? You wouldn't gain anything from it, in the long run.

"But I can promise you something… with whatever you decide to do, I shall be right here, waiting for you. And I will always appreciate whatever decisions you choose to make. If you think that something is right, I can only respect that and offer my opinions on what I think is right… and vice versa. And trust me, Yoh, if everyone in the world could do that… then perhaps we wouldn't be having this conversation right now. Maybe this Tournament wouldn't even exist. Who knows?"

Yoh shrugged, not recognising the question as rhetorical. "The Great Spirit?"

Amidamaru smiled faintly. "It was a rhetorical question, Yoh."

The young Shaman blushed again. "Oh." He said with a grin, staring at the ceiling in embarrassment. "I'm a real baka, aren't I?"

Amidamaru shook his head, silvery locks fluttering everywhere. "Iie… you're just a really, really great gie who's loving, respectful, forgiving…" Then it was Amidamaru's turn to blush. And Yoh couldn't help but wonder why he found that so appealing. Maybe it was because the ghosts' normally calm and collected demeanour had been something that he had gotten so used to that it was something seen as unbreakable.

Or maybe it was actually something real, such as attraction. Either way, Yoh felt good.

Then, both fell quiet for a while. Just when Amidamaru thought that his Master was asleep, the cute, innocent voice asked:

"Amidamaru?"

"Mmmm?"

Yoh shifted. "Do you… regret ever making your first kill? I mean, do you think back and say to yourself it was wrong and cruel?" Yoh moved again, this time propping his head up with his hand, pulling himself away from the spirit long enough to see his reaction.

For a moment, Amidamaru said nothing. His eyes were glazed slightly, and Yoh knew that that was a sign of deep thought from the ghost. Against his own will, Yoh found himself fighting against many warriors, fighting to save a village full of mainly young women and small children. He saw himself fighting against an army amidst blazing fields of burning crop. And then he found himself falling, falling into the darkness that was only presumed to be the inevitable approach of death.

And then, it was gone.

"I… am not sure." Amidamaru said slowly, memories flashing before his eyes as he spoke, "I… made my first kill when I was eight, and it wasn't human. However…" The samurai hesitated.

Yoh was captivated. He never knew how complicated killing could be, until he was actually in one of the most unthinkable, most undesirable scenarios of the millennium. He couldn't help but feel guilty for asking such a personal question of Amidamaru, but at the same time he desperately wanted to get to know the warrior more.

"However…?"

"However, when I saw all that blood… saw what I had done… my body couldn't take it. I began to cry, I vomited and I shook for hours. I felt so conflicted… I knew that I had had to kill the deer, for my food, but I instantly felt bad for feeling that way, which made me weep… Believe me, it was a hard night for both me and Mosuke."

Yoh shifted uncomfortably. "I'm sorry…"

Amidamaru smiled and shrugged. "That was a long time ago. My second kill was much easier… but I always do pity those who I killed. I wonder if they had any dreams that they had had since they were very young. I wonder if they had any loved ones waiting for them after battle, waiting for them to come home. I wonder if they, like me, ever thought about their first kill… and regretted it. I on the other hand… knew that to be a samurai, it was my duty to kill. That was how I managed to get over what I felt over that poor, dead little deer." Amidamaru trailed off, bangs glistening in the moonlight.

"Now, get to sleep, Yoh. You'll need your rest for in the morning… Silva and Mikihisa won't appreciate it if you--" He fell silent when Yoh murmured slightly, turning into the muscular arms of the spirit. "Never mind…" Amidamaru whispered. He paused for a moment's thought before pressing a light kiss to Yoh's brow, the single, gentle contact giving him more pleasure than what anything else ever had.

That night, Amidamaru remembered… and, looking back, he smiled to himself. No, he would never be able to do most of those things if he went back now…

End Flashback.

"… But what do you think, Yoh?" Faust asked, surprising the Shaman King back into the present. Yoh jumped and stared at the German Doctor expectantly.

"Um… sorry, Faust. I was miles away there."

Faust sighed and scratched the back of his head. "Thinking about your little crush, then, Yoh?"

Yoh sighed, his eyebrow twitching. What Faust had just asked could easily be totally unrelated to what Silva – and everyone else – thought, but the Shaman Fight Officiant could have told him… 'things.'

"What's he said?"

Eliza looked confused. With one arm wrapped around her husband's waist, she leaned down slightly and tilted her head as she considered him thoughtfully. Yoh blinked when she drew away.

"So you do have a crush on someone." Eliza concluded simply, going back to her normal, happy ways as she returned to Faust's embrace. Again, all that Yoh could do was blink.

"I… don't recall ever saying that… but it's great for you to assume things. Really."

Faust grinned at his wife. "We don't need to. It's clear from the way you're acting. So tell us, Yoh…" Faust leaned closer and whispered into the Shaman's ear: "Who's caught your eye?"

Yoh blushed heavily. "N-No one!" He stammered, knowing that they would never believe him. As promised, a sceptical look was offered.

"AW, DUDE! I'M LIKE, TOTALLY RUNNING OUT OF TIME HERE! AND I CAN'T EVEN FIND MY WEDDING SUIT! AW, MAN…. WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO…?"

Everyone in the kitchen then jumped, hearing Horo's frustrated plea for help, soon followed by a loud crash and the sound of Ren's spirit sinking through the ceiling. Yoh saw his chance and then carried out his act.

"You know something, I think Horo might need a little bit of help. We don't want his hangover to affect his performance today, do we?" He asked cheerfully, running out of the kitchen before anyone could even move. Kami, the skills Yoh obtained when he became Shaman King were phenomenal. The only error was that the boy was all-too human, underneath it all. He still had emotions, which he was glad about, but he still had difficulties in keeping them under control.

He found his way into one of the rooms he had lent Horo for the night, and immediately saw the blue-haired Ainu stressing. A slight blush from frustration crowned his cheeks and, ducking many pairs of underwear, Yoh grinned and threw one back at the Shaman.

"What's the point? You won't be wearing them all that much for the next few days, anyway."

Horo's blushed got more intense, but he didn't come back with any smart-ass remarks. Instead, he stared at Yoh pleadingly.

"Please, Yoh. Help me. I've done my hair and everything else, I just need to find my suit and get my things together." Horo sighed heavily. "How long until the limo gets here?"

Yoh checked his watch. "About forty-five minutes."

Horo groaned. Yoh, however, smiled. He did love a challenge.

"Now, about the suit. It's in MY ROOM, remember? I put it in there so that it wouldn't get ruined or whatever when you came in blind drunk last night?"

Horo touched his head as the two walked to Yoh's room. "Dude, don't remind me. Those headache tablets haven't even worked yet."

Yoh suppressed a grin. "Well, here's your suit!" He sang slightly, unhooking it form the back of his door. Within moments, Horo raced back into his room, and Yoh stood outside his door, amused. In less than three hours' time, he would be telling Ren just how much Horo was freaking out. And he would love every minute of it. But then Horo would deny the entire thing, blushing, and would ask everyone else who he could trust if that had been the case. And when they would nod… Horo would be left, looking embarrassed, unable to say anything anymore.

Wow, what a great set-up. Yoh was surprised at himself sometimes.

"YOH! OH GODS, PLEASE! I NEED MY--"

"Bridesmaids dress?" Yoh asked calmly, handing Jun the said dress. She nodded, taking in Yoh's appearance once the panic was over.

"You look nice, Yoh."

Yoh glanced down at himself. He was wearing black trousers, with a short-sleeved white shirt that had a few top buttons undone. His hair was as normal, but the usual headphones were absent. Apart from that, though, Yoh didn't feel any more special than what he had done last night.

"Thanks. Amidamaru picked it out for me."

Jun paused then, smiling darkly. "Oh, I see. I'm actually surprised that you don't have matching outfits, you know… kinda like the lovers' thing?"

Yoh sweat dropped. "Just get dressed, Jun. You need to be ready in half an hour." And with that, Jun panicked once again, and bolted. Yoh sighed and, with a small inhalation, heaved himself up from the floor. Wiping his ass and legs clean of dust, Yoh made his way downstairs and drifted from conversation to conversation, until, suddenly…

"AMIDAMARU! OH my goodness, it has been so long since I have seen you… And how are you finding Yoh this week?"

Keiko. She always was very bright and merry when meeting with someone she hadn't seen in a long while. And at times, she could be very embarrassing.

"Actually, Yoh's been doing just fine. Do you know he has a lover now, Mrs Asakura?"

"I honestly DON'T think she wants to know any bollucks, Silva." Yoh interrupted, making his way over to his family and Amidamaru. The samurai frowned at the curse, but let it slide. He wasn't Yoh's parents', so why should he care? Maybe it was because foul men had said that word, so long ago…

"I don't know what Silva's about to say, but I take it it's something either he made up himself, or something that Yoh doesn't want us to know about." Mikihisa said seriously, sipping some water. "But which ever way it goes, I want to know."

"And I want to know what my Grandson's been up to as well, young Silva," Yohmei piped up, making his way over. "So, do tell… and be quick about it!"

"Um, Grandpa, you REALLY don't want to know. Really. Silva's just being a jerk as usual." Yoh insisted, trying to lead his Grandfather away. Looking back at Silva, he could see a large grin on his face. And it was then that Yoh knew his fault. The longhaired Shaman took in a deep breath, and threw his head back.

"I SAW YOH AND AMIDAMARU IN BED WITH EACH OTHER THIS MORNING, AND THE SAMURAI WAS SHIRTLESS!"

Silence. Suddenly Yoh could feel eyes all upon him, and he blushed. He chanced a glance up, and wished he hadn't. They were all smirking, or, in the Asakura's cases, open-mouthed and wide-eyed.

"It wasn't how it looked. Really. I can assure you." Yoh tried, his voice quiet and tired. Sometimes Silva could go too far too many times in one day, but this had taken place in less than three hours. And Yoh was getting bored of repeating the same old sentence over and over.

Amidamaru looked at Yoh's expression, and decided to cut in.

"The reason why I was in Yoh's bed this morning was because Silva stole my room. We weren't expecting the extra guest last night to stay… but when he was that drunk, we couldn't allow him to walk home… or even fly!" Amidamaru explained, to sceptical faces.

Faust nudged the samurai then, grinning. "And my diagnoses is that you two were having some action last night."

Amidamaru groaned and shook his head. He looked over the heads of everyone, and, he saw Mosuke. He stared for a moment, but then remembered that he was Manta's ghost. He was giving him the same look of amusement and disbelief as he had before, but the warrior couldn't look at him without feeling somewhat sorry for the blacksmith. Mosuke grinned and shook his head, averting the gaze.

"But Amidamaru! What if we don't believe you?" Keiko asked, still looking shocked. Amidamaru sighed.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say that you were calling me a liar. But let me say one thing… if Yoh and me were going out, do you really think that I would have a separate room anyway? And do you really think… that I would let something like that just hang above me?"

"Yes." Was Keiko's immediate answer. She hugged Yoh with one arm, who just stood there unresponsively, blushing. "I'm so happy for you, Yoh."

Yoh spluttered. "What! But me and Amidamaru aren't--"

"I honestly don't know what to say, Yoh," Mikihisa said, "But I don't see why--"

"OH, ASK MOSUKE, HE KNOWS AMIDAMARU BEST. MOSUKE, DOES AMIDAMARU LOVE ME!" Yoh asked, his eyes becoming quiet teary. It seemed like the entire world was trying to remind him that he wasn't with who he wanted. And, call him crazy, but it wasn't exactly what he wanted.

Amidamaru stared at Yoh, and noticed that his eyes were filling up. And it hurt him that if he attempted to comfort the poor Shaman; he would immediately be thought of as Yoh's lover… even more so than before.

But Mosuke was silent for a moment. He noticed Yoh's tears and felt sorry for the poor boy. But what should he say? He couldn't say anything that directly hinted at their 'complicated' love life…

Fuck. This was hard.

"No one's said anything to me about them two loving each other…" Mosuke said slowly, "But if they do love each other, then you're just making it harder for them to come out and admit it. And that means that both will be sex deprived, and no one likes that because they get ratty."

Some laughed at Mosuke, some didn't. He did have a point… Manta stared up at his guardian ghost with a thoughtful look on his face and wondered if the blacksmith knew anything. After all, Mosuke would usually just say the truth, and force them to tell each other how they feel… so something was definitely up.

Some, however, were not satisfied.

"Then how does that explain everything we've said before about them two being in bed?"

Mosuke's eyes reopened as he leaned against thin air, as ghosts do. Sort of.

"Haven't you been listening? Silva stole Amidamaru's bed, so he's ratty today because he couldn't jack off, and so--" Mosuke blushed then, but only faintly. He didn't want last night's dream to be flooding back to him so vividly, but it was. "ARGH!"

Keiko laughed, straightening her robe somewhat. She had tears in her eyes from laughing. Yoh stood beside her, the tears now gone from his eyes as he had managed to blink them back. What he hadn't expected, however, was Mosuke to actually stand up for him.

At least Manta wasn't the only one noticing things. For a moment, Amidamaru looked at Mosuke sadly. He could guess what the hidden meaning behind his friend's 'ARGH' was, and he truly did pity the ghost. Then, when Mosuke looked in his direction, Amidamaru averted the gaze, guiltily. He knew that the dark-haired spirit was staring, but he ignored it. He had better things to concentrate on.

Pirika then emerged from upstairs, her white, fluffy bridesmaid dress flowing out behind her as she delicately padded towards the group of Shaman and ghost alike. Her long, blue hair was perfectly straight, and her eye shadow of the same colour made her eyes look even brighter than usual. She did, however, look beautiful.

"I can't wait!" Pirika exclaimed excitedly to Eliza, who nodded and shook blonde locks from her face.

"Marriage always is such a sweet thing… I hope that Horo and Ren do not have the obstacles that we once had," Eliza said, kissing Faust on the cheek sweetly. The blonde Doctor smiled down at his love, and gave her a long, touching kiss on the lips. Their tongues danced passionately for a while and, just before they broke the kiss, they lingered on each other's lips.

Yoh watched the two kissing, and smiled faintly. Ah, if only he could do that to his love.

Another banging noise from upstairs brought everyone back down to earth. With a curse so loud it had probably awoken several previously peaceful ghosts from their slumber, Horo appeared downstairs… and he looked sexy.

His blue spikes gently came down against his forehead, resting just over his eyes slightly. Horo's suit was black, and it outlined his body perfectly. Every muscle, everything he had ever strove for was shown by his wedding suit. A red rose stuck out of one of his button holes and, straightening his jacket, he smiled down a his friends in the living room.

"Hey. The limo should be here soon."

Even from his voice, one could tell he was nervous.

"Wow, Horo. Looks like you actually brushed your hair this morning," Ryu scorned, appearing suddenly from behind the Ainu, "But I would personally recommend that you use a different product, I mean, come on, Horo! It is you wedding day!"

Horo's eyebrow twitched slightly in response, but he didn't bother to comment on the state of Ryu's hair.

"Hey, has the limo arrived here yet? I still need to decide on who to have in mine…" Horo grinned, blushing, "Ren's got his plan all figured out… Jun, Bason and Bailong are with him, and that's all."

Faust actually managed to detach himself from Eliza's lips long enough to stare at his friend questioningly. "But I would have thought that your choices, then, would be easy."

Horo rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, I don't really want anyone to be offended, but… there's only room for four people in the back… but that doesn't include me, so I'm good."

Immediately, Pirika sprang to the occasion, straightening her white, flowing dress elegantly with one hand. "Of course, I will be with you, won't I, Horo?"

Horo started. "I knew I was forgetting someone…" He mumbled, looking away.

"All right, then. I'll have Yoh but only on one condition," Horo declared, seating himself on Yoh's cheap-ass furniture.

Yoh's ears twitched slightly. "Oh?"

Horo grinned evilly. "Oh yeah. And the condition is that you tell Amidamaru how you feel."

Yoh's face fell. "I'm not admitting anything, Horo," Yoh said, his voice going slightly edgier by the end of the sentence, "So you might as well give up."

"Yeah, and what would be the point? Amidamaru's still square so he wouldn't give Yoh much pleasure…" Ryu piped up, being very bitchy.

Mosuke shifted slightly against the wall, feeling uncomfortable with the entire situation. Either he did this, or he didn't.

"Actually, Amidamaru has been kissed by someone… but it's by someone you'd least suspect."

"MIKIHISA!" Silva roared, making a few to laugh. Outrageous comments exploded from nowhere then, and the suggestions just got silly.

"One of the Lee's!"

"Ryu!"

"Kalim!"

"Yohmei!"

"Me!"

Everyone paused at that, hearing Jun speak up. Everyone glanced at one another, and burst into fits of laughter again.

"Yeah, right."

"So, who was it, Mosuke?" Yoh asked quietly, the only one keeping a level head in the group… mainly because he had privately wanted to be Amidamaru's first everything.

Mosuke smiled down at the boy sadly.

"With suggestions like that… you'll never get there." He whispered, slowly shrinking back through the wall and leaving Yoh to think about what had just been said.

He wasn't upset. He just felt numb. All that he wanted was a dumb dream, and with reality being as cruel and as testing as it was… even what he wanted seemed so out of reach. So, why bother?

Because Amidamaru was not only the reason he wanted to leave earth… but also the reason why he wanted to stay. Sometimes he wanted to scream at the samurai for being so nice. At other times he just wanted to curl up in his arms and allow himself to be petted.

But all that he knew right now, was that whoever Amidamaru's first kiss was… he would find out. And when he knew, he would confront the person, and the outcome would probably not involve civilised means.

Yami's koi: wow. What a shitty chapter…

Neutral Man: yamiskoi and me are about to make an announcement.

Yami's koi: all right. Due to Neutral Man being a total prick to me behind my back, I've decided that our friendship won't work out. Honestly, though, who will miss NM? I mean, sure, he's had his times. But other than that… what was, honestly, his reason for being on To constantly slag me down? I think so. Therefore… It's the last time you'll ever have to hear his name.

Nefertiri: just to embarrass yamiskoi, I've decided to also declare that it was her who thought up of his name.

Yami's koi: urusai, bakamono. Anyways… please review me. This chapter has managed to get me through some difficult times and, when I wanted to hurt myself… I turned to this. Oh, and Loving Touches. But you didn't hear that. So, R&R me, onegai? Ja ne!