I don't own a thing. My summary sucks. It contains yoai. GET USED TO IT!

Oh, if u love yoai and/or YYH, Cloud and Ami Emi Dai for YGO, and Kazima Kuwabara for YYH! Tee hee hee…

"Ahhh!" Joey screamed as a pair of hands covered his eyes. "TRISTAN!" His partner chuckled slightly to himself as he took his hands off Joey's eyes and began walking towards the table.

"You scare too easily… and what did I tell you this morning?"

"Uhhhhhh… pick up the house?"

"And did you do it?"

"Awww, c'mon Tristan! The place only has two rooms. How bad could it be?" And with that, Joey stepped on an article of clothing. He bounced back when he realized this and nearly stepped on one of the bowls they owned, until Tristan swept underneath him to grab it.

"Now do you see what I mean? Here, I'll help." Tristan picked up the bowl and put it in the cupboard.

"Say, how'd business go in the marketplace this mornin'" Joey inquired.

Tristan dropped a rather large bag of gold and silver pieces on the table. "Woooooooooow. Look at it sparkle! We're rich, I tells ya, RICH!" he picked up a few coins and was so compelled to throw them in the air, he clenched his fists.

"Easy there. You can handle money like that when you get a real job." Tristan pointed out in a matter-of-factly tone. He changed the look on his face to a quite humorous one when he saw Joey pout.

"No fair! You know just as well as I do that no one gonna train me as their apprentice. To them, I'm just some orphaned kid without any hope for success. That's why I run around town runnin' errands fer people for lousy chump change!" He kicked over a stray object and sat in a nearby chair.

Tristan cupped his hands in Joey's cheeks and gave him a warm, sincere look. "Don't worry about it." He hugged him tightly. "I'm doin' pretty good at my job and no matter what happens…"he trailed off.

"…I still love you." they both finished together. Then Joey took over the conversation. "I know that. And I'll never forget when you took me in when we were kids. Just some orphaned punk on the streets. You were only 13 and I was 10. Heh, I love the times we share together in this house for 6 years. Y'know, it's not so bad bein'…" Then he dazed off. Joey's eyes glazed over.

It was happening again. He calmed himself down, lest he hurt himself. Just another vision. Over the 16 years of his life, he gained little control and understanding of the powers he possessed, and the visions were the greatest of blessings and curses he come to know.

In his mind, Joey saw that dream again. It was always the same and under no circumstances did it change. He was in the arms of another man, a brunette, but certainly not Tristan. He wore purple, the colors of wealth and royalty. They were in the desert, and he and the stranger clasped hands tightly as they uttered a chant while a charging army raced towards the two. They kissed passionately and a few seconds later, a blinding white light shone beyond the sense of sight. It seemed as if the light penetrated your soul. Then, as always, the dream had ended.

Joey woke up on the bed with Tristan waiting patiently with a slightly concerned look on his face. "It was that dream again, wasn't it?" he said quietly, as to not startle his shaken lover.

"Yeah. It was, but I don't understand! What does it mean? Who is he? Why is he holding me?" This dream had been happening for months now, so Tristan knew all about it.

"You can find out. Go to the Capitol. Seeing as how he's wearing purple, he could be royalty. Go seek him out. Find your destiny, Joey. Don't even protest! I want you to go. Maybe he's here to help you control your gifts."

"Why are you doing this?" Joey asked.

Not paying any attention to his question, Tristan continued. "I'll give you the food and money you need. I can't say for the whole trip though…"

"Why're you doin' this?" he asked again a little louder.

"Because no matter what happens…" Tristan spouted off.

"I'll always love you." They both chimed in.

That fist chappie wasn't so bad… and if u don't like it… screw u, up yours, GET USED TO IT:o