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Little Writer: I am too slow to be Shika-chan, and too slow to be even Kiba. -.- I've been getting so SLOW lately, darnit! > I haven't added to anything I've got posted yet... 'cept a tenth of Sun Treasure (though no one reading this story would like it) and a thenth of Green, Black, White. > I've had a few plot ideas, though, but no ideas for my fricken homework. I think I'm going to die of stress next year when I take enough honors/ap courses to get a 4.6 GPA... if I get A's, that is. And if I don't get A's anyways, my parents will kill me, no matter HOW hard the classes are. TT I also wanted to go into creative writing, but they don't offer courses like that for freshmen.

Yes, I am not even a highschool freshmen yet. Although I am old enough to be one! (I'm approx. the same age as my idol, give or take about sixth months.)

DmonXtrmN8r ... Thank you! For reviewing! This story isn't really giving me any confidence... I mean, I love this story, and went all out on it, but it's got less reviews than Turtle food is not a pun, Peanut butter on the other hand...

And... the ffn people decided that copy-pasting lyrics is not allowed. Does that mean no songfics? >

Forever and After 4- Loose

((And you don't seem the lying kind
A shame that I can read your mind))

It was afternoon, and as usual, we hung out at Yuugi's house. Yuugi's place was where their little group always gathered. This was mainly due to the fact that it was conjoined with the Kame game shop, and games are always what that little band was up to. There wasn't really any reason for me to come, but I tagged along just so I could sit and watch my pretty little hikari.

This day, Ryou and Yuugi lay stretched out in front of the television set, conversing idly as, once again, Yoh was beaten by Anna on the screen. I sat on the couch, death-glaring the pharaoh, who had moved from his seat on the armchair to the floor beside Ryou.

I felt jealousy throbbing through me as Yami leaned in to whisper to Ryou. My grip on my beer bottle tightened, turning my knuckles close to white.

The night before, I had had a dream that I, sitting on my couch and impossibly drunk (my Shadow-body never got drunk), had confessed my feelings to Ryou, in a vague kind of way, but Ryou had… Ryou had kissed me. But this was a dream, and I had no clue why I thought of it as I watched Ryou blush and shake his head at the pharaoh's inquiry.

Oh, I was so jealous. I could only see the back of their heads, but I could see the pharaoh scoot close enough to breath in my hikari's ear. Ryou turned his head to Yami, and from his profile I could see his reddened face, embarrassment etched his features. Yami turned his head back and whispered something else, quite cheekily. Was he hitting on Ryou?

But then Ryou shoved Yami playfully, giggling as the pharaoh ruffled his white hair affectionately. "I'm going to get sodas," Yami announced. "Any requests?"

"You know what I want," Yuugi chirped. Ryou nodded wildly in agreement, eyes still on Yami.

"Tomb robber?" Yami queried. I focused my eyes on the TV, watching Anna bitch-slap Yoh again. Why did he put up with that girl? She didn't seem to love him; thatshe only everhad shed a few tears (more like two tear-drops)over him. "Do you want a drink?"

"I don't need anything you have touched," I snarled viciously, glaring at the fellow Egyptian spirit.

"That's not very kind," Ryou reprimanded.

I snorted, not looking in his direction. "Do I care?" I ignored Ryou's gaze, although a strange fuzzy feeling rose in the back of my mind, having my love's eyes all on me.

"It's alright," the ex-pharaoh said, waving his hand dismissively. He went off to the kitchen.

I found my eyes wandering over to the lithe figure of my counter-part. As I gazed slightly, but not staring intently as I had been for the past couple of days, I wondered why I was fighting against him and Yami being together. I had to admit though, that Yami was, to a certain degree, handsome. An angel like Ryou at his side would have, back in ancient times, raised his status and made him the envy of all.

But if Ryou was happy, I should be happy for him, right? After all, I now lived for pleasing Ryou. I had woven my body from Shadows for him. He'd begged me to get out of his head, so I did. So if he wants Yami, I should let him be.

Yami tripped over his own two feet as he reentered the room, spilling cups of root beer all over the carpet, Yuugi, and Ryou. Ryou blinked, touching his sticky hair. "Ano… I think I should go get this cleaned up." Ryou stood, starting toward Yuugi's room.

"Don't be ridiculous," I said, standing up. "You're going to wear Yuugi's clothes?"

"But…" Ryou stammered.

"He has an extra set of clothing here already," Yami piped up.

I stared at Ryou, looking for any signs that contradicted this statement. None came. Instead, Ryou blushed and nodded slightly, not looking in my direction.

I snarled, attempting to cover up the sounds of my heart pumping in my ears and the shrill shriek that threatened to escape my throat. He had a set of clothes at the pharaoh's house. It might mean something, or it might not, but I chose the first option, being my overly jealous self.

The pain was beyond imagination. It was far worse than any other experience in my past three thousand plus years, including that morning. And that morning, I had shed tears for the first time in my life.

I averted my eyes from Ryou, praying that what I felt wasn't written all over my face. "Well…" I began, my voice trembling noticeably. "I'll see you at home, ne, Yadonushi?" With that, I fled the building.

Stupid pharaoh. He ALWAYS had to take everything, didn't he?

((And all the things that I read there
Candle-lit smile that we both share))

tbc