"These are the office cubicles, obviously." Yami walks through the office floor of the building with Crystal following close behind. Her hair was held up in a ponytail on top of her head and her dark framed glasses were perched on her nose with crystal orbs looking around studing everthing down to every little paper on the desk. She wore a short mini jean skirt and a baby pink tank top due to the hotness outside on the summer day in June. Her flip flops smacked aganst her heels as she walked and that was about the only sound that could be heard besides Yami takling.

"Atemu...?" She asks with her soft voice.

"Please, Crystal, call me Yami. Atemu brings back bad memories." Yami cringed at what had happened the night before with Jounachi.

"Where will I work?" She bores her eyes to melt his own stare as she stares deep into his wine orbs.

"You will work in that enclosed office over there." He points to the far side of the room where, nect to his own office, was another empty one that had her lable on it. It read: Crystal: Asst. Editor. As a header and in white letters on a black plank.

"Wow!" Crystals rushes over to the office door and runs her hand down the pannel of the door frame. Yami stares as her skirt swishes back and forth with awe... (as any man would do) "Can I look inside?"

"Sure." Yami shrugs comeing back down to earth. He watches as she opens the door and walks in following her close behind.

"Wow, its clean in here." She hints.

"Funny!" Yami stares at her with a fake evil stare. "I hold three jobs... it cant stay clean all the time." He smiles as he sits in one of her visitor chairs.

"Really? Wow. Have a family?" She asks as she sits at her desk chair and folds her hands on top of the desk.

"Pardon me?" Yami asks lifting an eyebrow.

"Kids...? Wife...?" She hints.

"No. Single and still lookin!" He winks.

"Wow. Single man withholding three jobs. Very attractive." She laughs embaressed. "Just as I hoped..."

"Hey! I think that was a compliment!" Yami sits back and relaxes in the brown comfortable arm chair.

"What do you do?" Crystal asks him.

"I'm the editor here as well as a part time Police Officer and a Lawyer." He states proudly. "All I vowed I would do after I graduated High School."

"Really..." She says somewhat releaved.

"What about you? What did you do?" Yami asks. He pushes a blond bang out of his eye and then listens to what she had to say.

"Well... in America I was in NYC holding up a Dance Studio with a friend. I had a part time job at a bar and I got tips from singing kareoke too. Then I came back to Japan to see how my family was doing and catch up with old times." She smiles at him. Crystal looks at her watch and then sighs, "I should really go. I'm rambling about the past... thinkgs you most likely dont wanna hear." She stands to leave and as she walks out the door Yami grabs her wrist.

"Wait! I dont mind listening. I always had an ear to lean when I was younger. D-Do you wanna go for coffee or something? Maybe even dinner?" He asks as he bites his lip. She looks at him flushed and then softly smiles blushing a little more.

"I would love too." Then they head out.

"It's been forever since I've been to Down Town Domino diner." Crystal says as she looks around after she and Yami were seated at their table.

"I once took my girlfriend here when we were teenagers." Yami sighs somewhat day dreaming. Her young teenaged face suddenly appears in her head, he shakes it out and looks deep into Crystal's cerulean orbs. "Your eyes remind me of her eyes." Yami smiles.

"I remember that..." Crystal smiles to herself. "I took my boyfriend here for our ... errr third annaversery." She hessiated so she changed the year of their annaversery. "What was your girlfriends name?" She asks him changing the subject.

"Her name was Anzu." Yami sighed at the sound of her name.

"It's been forever since I've heard that name..." Crystal smiles to herself. "D-Do you miss her?"

"Heck yes!" Yami said real fast. "I think about her alot. She's always on my mind." He smiles.

"I worked with her at the Dance Studio in NYC." Crystal smiles at him. "She gave me this picture and asked me to find you." She goes into her small pink pocketbook and pulls out a small photograph. Handing it to Yami she pats his hand as he looks at the picture in awe.

"I remember this picture!" Yami says swallowing every inch of the scenery in. In the photo was himself holding Anzu close as the June sun set behind them. A few fireflies lit up and shone in the picture with the two smiling happily.

"She told me all about you. You sounded so awesome so I just had to meet you!" Crystal smiles.

They eat their dinner and drink their soft, red wine and chat inbetween causing Yami to become more attached to this Anzu look- alike... almost.

Later that night Yami drives Crystal home and brings her to her hotel. He takes her to the door and she pulls him in. Signing in her name and Yami's. She guides him up the steps and to room 405, her room.

"You can come in!" She smiles sweetly at Yami. "I wanted to show you something." She rushes into her bed room. As she rumbles through her suitcase Yami takes a seat on the small ivy green love seat. "Here it is." He heard her mumble and then she came out from behind the door. She walks over to him with a small postcard. "She asked me to give this to you." Crystal hands Yami a small hand made postcard. Yami fingered it softly with his tough fingertips. The picture on the front was of Anzu singing a song at Kareoke, the front read: Missin you in A Moment Like this.

"Wow" Yami whispers. She had really changed. She still had the same figure, same cerulean blue eyes... he couldnt tell with her hair, it was up in a tight ballerina bun on top of her head. She wore a short denim squort with a stripped ivy green tigh blouse. He turned it over and then read the back aloud: "Miss ya so much. I'm sure we both moved on but I never foreget you. Still single and still dreaming high. Miss ya alot! Love, Anzu."

"She misses you. She goes on dates with other men but hasnt married yet." Crystal smiles. "She wanted you to have that."

"Thanks." Yami says as he smiles up at Crystal. "You really remind me of her." He points out again.

"Why?" Crystal asks alarmed for a moment. She takes a saet next to Yami on the love seat and waits for his amswer.

"Your eyes, the color of your hair, your personality...everything." Yami shrugs. "It's not a bad thing or anything."

"Well,..." Crystal blushes. The clock dings 12pm she looks at Yami and sighs. "Maybe you should be going. It may take a while to get home." She moves closer to him and he doesnt move away so she rests her shoulder on his chest. Yami hessitantly wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her close to him and kissed her forehead. They sat there for a while until Crystal looks up into Yami's eyes and leans up to kiss him on the lips... it was sealed, their feelings were out now, no turning back.

A week later Yami sat in the office of the complex typing on his small dell laptop waiting for the in the making copy of Domino Weekly when, suddenly Crystal barges in growling about something. "What's wrong Crys?" Yami looks up from his computer screen and looks into Crystals sapphire eyes. Suddenly in the past few days she as been very moody.

"What isnt!" She grumbles her cerulean eyes filled with rage. "Your Law Firm called and canceled their appointment for Monday afternoon, the Cheif called looking for you to ask about some psycho you guys found the other night and I woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Crystal goes on and on.

"Why dont you and I go for a walk?" Yami offers. He stands from his chair and walks around his desk to Crystal side as he looks her up and down. Thick frammed glasses, long white pheasent skirt with white tee shirt with small butterflies, white moccisans and a small silver anklet on her left ankle. Her hair was neatly pinned in a large bun on the top of her head to keep stray hairs form her eyes.

"NO!" Crystal hisses a little harshly and turns to exit the room. Little did she know as Crystal let her anger rage she also alowed a small sheet of purple stationary paper to fall from her skirt pocket. His office door slammed loudly and the glass rattled as Yami bent down to pick up the small paper. Staring down at it as he walks back to his desk he smiles recoginzing the handing- writing from anywhere, Anzu's. Sitting down causing his seat to squeak he sets the letter on his desk and crosses his right leg over his left and pulls out his reading glasses. Picking up the paper again he holds it out so he could read the small, loopy, cursive writing:

Hey Crystal!

Miss ya so much girl! Wish you could see Japan. It's really awesome! How's the dance studio? Keeping it running smoothly? Hope so, take care of Namonaki for me and tell him I love him! Keep in- touch,

Always,

Anzu

"Heh! The date claims it was wrote on June third 2005..." Yami says to himself as he looks up from the letter and at his calander on the wall. A large picture of a funky orange and white cat with its toungue stuck out was on the top with a small caption that read: Sometimes the solution to all life's problems is a good dessert. "Ahah! Look at this today is June 3!" He closes his eyes and places the note on his desk, unhooking his legs he places them neatly under the desk and pulls his chair closer. Connecting to the internet on his lap top he goes to the easiest search engine and types in NYC Dance Studio. Hitting the enter key on his computer the page loads fast and brings up three pictures. One of a small, little school itself with its briick outside design with two small glass double doors and a sign that hung above the first door, NYC Dance Studio. The second picture was of a young women with jet black hair and pink coral eyes. Her cheeks were covered with freckles and she wore a light pink lipstick. The next picture was of another women. This one had long chocolate brown hair brushed over onto her left shoulder with deep, blue sapphire eyes and messy bangs that hung close to her eyes. Her smile was pure and her skin, porcilen. "Heh!" Yami chuckles. He, then, scrolls down the page more and reads an article posted about the school.

"NYC Dance Studio is run by two young, and energetic women, Anzu Mazaki (farthest to right) and Crystal Maoniho. (Center) These two women devoted their time to dancing and have moved from far away contries to help people in america learn the art of danceing. Anzu, coming from Domino Japan, and Crystal, coming from Europe, both have a lot to offer the dance academy. We hope you will come and join to share the magic with the rest of the world.

P.S.: As you walk in be sure to pet Namonaki on the head:)"

At the bottom a small picture of a petite, skinny, black kitten with purple eyes sat for the camera and posed with his head tilted to the right slightly to show off it's dark blue color with a ballet slipper hanging from the chain. "Looks like we have an imposter." Yami smiles closeing out of the program. He rubs his hands together and presses the intercome button on the speaker. "Crystal please report to my office as soon as possible." He switches off the button and striaghtens his black and white stripped tie and flattens out the wrinkle in his pants as he awaits the arrival of "Crystal".

PC: HAHA! Done! Tell me what you think! I know I shouldnt have started this story while I'm working on other stories but I couldnt help it! It came to mind so I typed it! -

Yami: IMPOSTER!

Serena: Yes Yami there is an imposter.

Yami: Since when did u get here? It's only supposed to be me and PharaohsCrystals today.

Serena: Kiaba called off his mutt beatings today so there was nothing fun to watch on TV so I came in here. looks around at pink walls and stops on a small oak plague OoO whats this? walks over and fingers the plaque

PC: DONT TOUCH! Thats my diploma! says proudly

Yami: You graduated? Gets slapped on head with roll of paper sending stars into eyes

PC: Yes! I got third in my class...

Serena: Really? Wow! Your S-M-R-T

PC: haha I couldnt have done it without you Serena. Cheering me on teary eyed

Serena: alright, thats a little scarey but thanks... sweatdrop

Yami: WELL! Time to leave Pharaohs Crystals has to take her pills to make the many voices go away in her head before they tell her to delete this story! Bibi carries PC off by the shirt collar

Serena: By the way, u ppl who didnt get it from other stories, PCrystals DOES NOT OWN YGO! End of convo!