I own –looking around the house- not much actually….defiantly not Yu-Gi-Oh.

Chan: o.k. first off, I'm sorry for not updating anything in so long, I'm upset about something and my heart isn't in writing at the moment. I keep coming back to half formed chapters whenever I feel a happy and inspired enough.

Yami: and this is one of her inspired moments.

Chan: They've started re-showing Tru Calling on TV so I'm full of ideas for this story. I better answer the reviews.

Shattered-Virtue Epy: lol. Yay! Targetshipping is just great! People rarely like Raphael, coz he didn't like Yami. But that's just it, he did like Yami! Very much! O.k., I'll shut up now. Thanks for the review. A few of my other stories are targetshipping. Keep reading!

Airtos: ha-ha! I knew you would! Keep reading and reviewing, and I'll keep writing.

Herald of Chaos: lol, I know it's been ages, but I hope you still wanna read on!

Unkown2005: You'll see how Yami comes back if you read this chapter.

yllom21: lol, I don't think a lot of people would stick around! I will be continuing after the next review response!

Black Salem: I pride myself on being different and writing unusual fics! I'm glad you like reading them too!

Chan: and now, as promised, I shall continue.

Yami: same warnings as last chapter.

Chan: enjoy…… (Voice fades out)

Chapter Two
A Chill Comes Over Me

Normal P.O.V.

Raphael's whole body jumped, like someone had thrown icy water over him. For less than half a second, he could still see the pharaoh as his lips fell still. And then, the world was rushing away from him in a whirling vortex of confusing colours and jagged sounds.

Raphael sat bolt upright in bed, gasping for air like he'd ran a mile, his head pounding. He looked around, he didn't seem to remember travelling home, or anything at all of what had happened after Yami had asked for help…which was stupid…he couldn't of….he was dead…but that was the last thing Raphael remembered.

The T.V. was turned up so loud, it almost drowned out the sound of his alarm clock, which was playing the same song as yesterday. Eyes still on the TV, Raphael reached out to hit the off button on the clock. Just as he pressed it, his arm knocked against the framed photo on his bedside table and sent it to the floor where the glass cracked. For a second, Raphael was frozen as e picked up the photo. He mind moved back to yesterday, replying his waking moments in his head. The first thing he had done was sit up, reach over to turn off the alarm clock…and break this picture. It was the same picture….the same frame….the same song that had been playing on the radio…..and the same tacky game show on the TV.

With his heart in his throat, the blonde biker forced his sleep-clouded eyes to concentrate on the TV. His mouth went dry as he saw the game show host announce the lucky numbers. He didn't need to listen. He'd already listened yesterday.

"Seven…" he whispered before the presenter even opened his mouth.

"Seven!" Shouted the presenter, grinning a cheesy grin. The TV was off, and Raphael had thrown on his clothes and was out the door before he could breathe again. He'd put on the first clothes he could find and realised, with a jolt of horror, that they were the same one's as yesterday, except they clearly hadn't been worn in weeks.

Alister and Valon both looked up from the table as Raphael skidded into the kitchen, pulling on his shoes as he went.

"Dartz has gone out today; he won't be back until late." Alister called.

Just like yesterday. Thought Raphael.

"OK, I'll be back in a bit, just gotta check something." And then he disappeared out onto the street, where he ran the entire way to the newspaper stand on the corner of the street.

He grabbed the first newspaper he saw, checked the date, and felt his blood run cold. Surely it was just a misprint, a mistake by the paper. He put it back and grabbed a different one. He checked the date on at least five different newspapers. They were all the same. Thursday 17th September 2005. the reason that everything that happened yesterday, was happening today, was because today, was yesterday. The day that pharaoh Yami would die.

"What do you need to know it for?" Valon's voice sounded as confused as Raphael felt.

"Just because of something. I need to check something." He was currently standing on the long street full of shops, with all the major hotels leading off from it.

"o.k.……" there was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment as Valon typed something into the computer database. "Alright. He checked into the Palm Hotel with his friends yesterday."

"Thanks!" the blonde was already checking the signs on the front of the towering hotels around him.

"Now will you tell me what's so important that you need to go and see him?" whined Valon.

"No." Came Raphael's short reply.

"What's he done?" there was a slight pause after this.

"…I don't know." Raphael said eventually. "Hopefully, nothing." And then he hung up and sprinted towards the palm hotel, Valon still saying something. But something you should know is when ever you wish it to be nothing, it always turns out to be something.

Crazy, half formed thoughts were racing through Raphael's mind. He was trying to figure out some kind of plan on his way to the hotel but was failing miserably. What should I say? How should he say it? What am I supposed to tell him? But that was just it. What did you tell a person that you had seen lying dead on a metal tray yesterday? 'I know that today is the day you will die.'?

Every time Raphael even tried to mentally run through what he was about to say, his already pounding headache grew ten times worse. Nope of it made sense. From what he could tell, he seemed to be the only one this was happening to. Everyone else was just going about their normal business like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. This added yet another question to the growing mass. Why is it me?

The Palm Hotel. It was a tall, sparklingly white building at the end of a road off the main street, all of its windows gleaming in the morning sun. People were flooding in and out of the revolving doors, walking right past the blonde, biker in leather sitting on the bench.

He was nothing to do with them, and they were nothing to do with them. He was yet to see the only person who did have anything…who had everything…to do with what was going on. He was about to get up, and go in to ask, but just as he rose from the bench, a small group of three people came out. Tea, Tristan and Joey. They were laughing and joking without a care in the world, happily oblivious to the fact that Yami might soon be gone for ever.

They were crossing the road when Joey turned and looked over his shoulder to see that his spiky haired friend was not behind him

"Come on Yami!" he called. "We're waiting for you."

The revolving doors spun round once, and out stepped pharaoh Yami. Raphael had to sit back down, heavily on the bench, the blood and warmth seeming to rush from his face, down to his feet and out trough his toes. The street shimmered before his eyes, and he realised that this was due to the tears in his eyes. And no wonder. The last time he had seen that boy, he had had a bullet in the back of his neck.

Yami was hugging his coat closer to him, even though it wasn't particularly cold. His eyes looked hollow and haunted, red rimmed and wet. Joey held an arm out form him and let Yami lean against him, one hand on the pharaoh's shoulder, as they crossed the road to join their friends.

Raphael was relieved beyond anything he's ever been relived for before, and he didn't even know why. He was his rival and enemy after all.

"He's alive…" whispered Raphael. And then he remembered something Mike had said. The gunshot had been heard at around eleven pm. He checked his watch. Eight am. "…for another fifteen hours…"

End Chapter

Chan: all done in less than three hours.

Raphael: wow, that's a record.

Yami: yay! I'm not dead!

Chan: yet. R&R everyone!