A/N: hullo. Good day. How are you? Bad? Me too. But I want to thank all of you. You give me so much support. (chibi tear welts at fallen-angel's eyes). How I love you all.

Disclaimer: continuation

We were there, me sitting, him on one of his knees. I burrowed my face into his shoulder, smelling his intoxicating scent. His arms wrapped tightly around me, he nuzzled his cheek into my hair. I was safe. I was complete. I was in his arms. We stood like that for so long, but I loved ever second of it. As smoothly did this relaxation fell over me did it leave. I pulled out of our embrace so my eyes met his. "What about the lawyers? They will find out. They will take you to Anime World. I- I can't let that happen. I-" Smiling softly, Yami put one, long finger over my lips. "Why do you think the crew is celebrating? We all hated those lawyers. So, we fired them. Each and every last one." My eyebrows rose in surprise. "But the show will need to have someone to take care of the legal stuff as long as the show is running?" He, once again, smiled. "The show is ending this season. We will be free to do whatever we what. Or whoever…" He added, a mischievous hint in his voice. My face must have lit up. He pecked my forehead and dove his hand into his pocket. He fished around in it until he found what he was looking for. He pulled his hand out of his pocket, my bracelet along with it. "I think this belongs to you." He whispered into my ear, putting the bracelet on my wrist. He kissed my lips, and we stood there, on the soft, dew-covered grass.

The end of the disclaimer story, and now, onto my story

Warning: ANGST! If you are weak of heart, be prepared. I am serious. I would say to grab some tissues, but this chapter will need way more. Get a towel or a comforter.

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------ The Last Petal Falls ------

His eyes flittered open to the sweet day's rays. Calmness and easiness rolled over him in pulses, relaxing him deeply. His muscular abdomen was still sore but, hey, with love comes pain. The bronze skinned male mind was still a bit groggy, seeing as he just woke up, but no doubt felt the absence of his shorter lover. The Pharaoh sighed. He had hoped that Yugi would have waited in bed until he woke up again, but the dark quickly let it pass over him.

A smile sweeping over his soft lips, the yami reminisced over his and his other half's night. An odd lightness pulsed through him and a blush prevailed over his face. Though he knew that he was acting like some lovesick girl, Yami couldn't help but feel like that night would always be one of his favorites. It was, by far, the best night of his extremely long life.

Groaning, the teen pushed himself into sitting position. His body felt, in the smallest bit, better than the first time he had woken up. Wondering how long this soreness would last; the crimson-eyed boy rubbed his temple. It was stinging like mad. Raking his now slightly rustled hair, the dark thought about the link, and how he and his love closed part of it off. The part dealing with emotions, especially pain.

Before reopening the link, Yami decided it would be best to warn his small hikari. / Love/

There was no answer for a moment. Then, Yugi's sweet, lullaby voice came into the Pharaoh's head. / Hmm/ The boy's response was quite groggy and airy, but the dark thought it might just have been from the long night.

/ Love, may I open the link again? I am beginning to receive a migraine. /

Yet again, there was no immediate reply. / Not right now. In a couple of minutes. Just, just wait. /

Frowning, the still naked teen threw his legs over the edge of the mattress, making the white blanket below him bellow to the floor, and stood. He reached down and collected his purple boxers. His love was acting a bit strangely, but he quickly dismissed it.

/ Okay… Which room are you in/ The Pharaoh asked, putting his second leg into the undergarments.

/ Don't leave the bedroom. In ten minutes, you can. Not now. /

The dark stopped midway from straightening up, knitting his eyebrows. A strange, dreary chill ran up his spine. / Yugi, what's wrong/

This time, the light's voice never answered. Panic defeating him, for reasons unbeknownst to him, Yami burst the door open and sprinted down the hall, towards the kitchen.

The Pharaoh, his mind now controlling his body instead of the other way around, halted as he came to the door. It was just as his and his lover left it the last time they were in there. Yami's button-up, tank top and dog tags, as well as Yugi's white tee, where strewn all over the tiles, or, in the case of Yami's shirt, on one of the chairs. Except for Yugi, who was in one of the chairs, nothing had changed.

The small boy was in nothing but a towel. He was slumped forward in the chair, creating an arch in his bony spine. His forehead was probably resting on his hands. Yami could not see anything but his love's back, but still couldn't admire the way the young teen's shoulder blades popped out, pulling the skin over them tightly. And how, when the boy breathed in, those shoulders would shift apart, then together.

After letting out a somewhat relieving exhalation, the taller teen went over to the table. Yami was inwardly embarrassed for his moment of distress. What had caused it? Shaking the thoughts out of his head, the dark stood behind his light.

"Hello, my little love. Good morning." Yami cooed while leaning down, his hands on the back on the chair. The Pharaoh kissed the crook of the hikari's neck.

As soon as his lips touched his lover's flesh, Yugi flinched, like he didn't even know anyone was in the room. With that sudden movement, the seated boy fell out of the chair. His thin arms attempted to keep himself onto the table by grabbing the edges. But the boy's strength seemed to have left him since he fell down onto the ground in a heap. The chair scraped against the tiles as it was moved backwards into Yami. There was a clinking sound on the other side of the chair, but a startled dark gave no attention.

"Yugi!" Yami yelled as he fell down to his knees. The dark released his hold on the link. Though he felt no specific pain, weakness and tiredness flowed through his veins. It made the dark dizzy. His crimson rubies wide, he examined his love.

Yugi was deathly pale. Instead of a porcelain white with hints of beige, he was the color of snow. His once rosy lips were blue tinged. The light's eyes were semi-closed, exposing only a little of his precious amethysts. Clearly in pain, the small teen blinked and smiled.

"Hey." Yugi's words rolled off his tongue, which peeped through his lips.

"Love, what's wrong?" Yami caressed his other half's cold lips with his thumb. "What's wrong?"

Another tired smile, the pale boy lifted his right arm. A stream of blood bubbled out of the vertical gash, and worked its way into intricate webs. There was such a contrast between the deep red essence and the white skin. It was almost entrancing to see, almost.

"No... Oh gods, no." Yami couldn't breathe. This, this wasn't happening. This is just some twisted nightmare. That was all. He was going to wake up with his lover curled within his muscled arms. They would smile, kiss, perhaps take a shower together, and then greet Bakura and Ryou as they came over to help at the Game Shop. The Pharaoh and his younger counterpart were to spend their lives in each other's embrace. This was a nightmare. Why couldn't he wake up? The worst part is over, so why wasn't he awake yet?

"This isn't a dream, guardian…"

Yami shook his head, tears welting in his eyes. "This is your opportunity to live… happily… like you deserve… Take it… Enjoy it…"

His tresses bobbing to and fro as he continued to shake his head, the Pharaoh stood. Dread constricting his heart, he struggled to breathe. He turned around and almost jumped to the phone. Yami had his back to his love. He picked the phone up.

"Guardian, don't..." Yugi's plea stopped him. The Pharaoh pivoted and stared down at his dying lover. "It's too late… They won't come in time… They will only separate us in the little time we have left… Please, come back… I need you…"

The older teen heaved for air. He looked down at the phone, then to the direction of his love. He saw the massive amount of blood smeared on the table, and the same liquid pouring out of the hikari. A knife was sitting stiffly next to one of the table's legs. The light moaned, probably from Yami's inability for return to him, and rolled his head so he faced the other direction. His frail legs were bent into barely obtuse angles, but his back was straight against the tiled floor. There wasn't much time left. With one last look down at the phone, Yami dropped it. The phone tumbled down through the air, springing upward when it ran out of cord, much like a bungee jumper.

Cautiously, the Pharaoh bent down next to his light. Pushing a string of blond strands out of his face, the dark sat on his knees. He allowed tears to fall, separately, down his face. He gently rubbed his love's ear lobe.

The boy tilted his head so his eyes met Yami's. "Yami, you came back…"

Giggling sadly for a second, the dark let his thumb explore the inner shell of the light's ear. "Of course I came back."

The light smiled. His lips were getting bluer, his face paler. That smile broke the dark. He sobbed loudly, more crystalline droplets erupting from his rubies. "This is all my fault. If only I had been here sooner-"

Yugi's index finger stopped him from ranting onward. The boy's eyes were glazed over. "Maybe, it is… better this way."

Removing the finger from his lips, Yami brought it back down to the younger teen's chest. After that, he put his palm of the boy's face. "Don't talk like that. Everything is going to be okay. We're together now. Everything is going to be fine. You'll see."

Yami's words were pointless. They both knew it. They both showed it. Nothing was going to be fine. Nothing.

"At least…" Yugi started. It was obvious from his dizzied appearance the inevitable was about to happen in only minutes. "I got to see you one last time."

Yami bit him tongue to keep from screaming in agony. "No, no. Please. Don't leave me. I love you."

The light only smiled. "There's nothing either of us can do… But now is your chance to really live… Your chance to be freed…"

Yami gazed into the violet eyes of his light. An idea crept into his erratic thoughts. He will be freed… Both he and his light would be freed.

The hikari watched his guardian. His once distressed orbs now shone with depressed victory. Why, the boy did not know. Suddenly, his tired body began to shake. It vibrated in fits of spasms. He no longer felt his body. Closing his eyes, Yugi knew that this must be the end. Nuzzling the hand on his cheek, he whispered, "I love you, my Guardian Angel."

"I love you too."

The light felt as if his soul had been pulled softly out of his body. There was a moment of total ease. Then, a different, peculiar feeling came over him.

When Yugi felt stable, he realized that wherever he was, his eyes were closed. So, he opened them. He came upon the image of… himself? Yes, it was himself, but how? Yugi had his hand on the other him's cheek and was bent awkwardly over him. The confused light noticed that, instead of being ghostly white, his own skin was bronze. What in the seven hells was going on?

Even amidst the confusion, Yugi was still able to recognize how much… hotter the Other's body looked, though it was identical to his. Even if it was horribly pale, the hikari was hungrily attracted to it. Such a feeling was queer, the boy knew this, but it didn't stop him from scanning over the bleeding body. Whatever this place was, it was sure a self-esteem booster.

Yugi's eyes met with the Other's. The Other seemed ecstatic, close to laughter. A little weird…

"I always told you I thought you were beautiful…" Yugi gasped. The Other's voice sounded almost like Yami! It was a bit higher pitch, but the similarity was there. The Other's violet eyes flew up and down Yugi. "And apparently, you thought I was hot. How, I do not know."

Yugi looked around at their surroundings. It was his kitchen. His and the Pharaoh's clothes were strewn everywhere. A pool of blood was on the table. "Where are we?" The hikari asked. His voice was almost like it was normally, but a smidge deeper.

The Other laughed, ignoring the fact that he was bleeding out from his forearm. "Honestly, love, you can't figure that out?"

Yugi scrounged up his face. Only two people ever called him that, his foster father and Yami.

"Yes, only us two. Can you guess which one of those two I am, my lovely light?"

The hikari frowned, his eyes widening. "What the hell is going on?" He still didn't move his hand from the Other's cheek.

"How is my body fitting you, my love?"

Taking a large inhale, Yugi shook his head. "No. You didn't."

With a smirk, the Other, now identified as Yami, replied, "Yes. I switched our bodies." A frown now graced Yami's face. "For once, I am doing my job as your yami."

Yugi, now in the Pharaoh's body, finally understood what was going on. His lover had switched bodies with him. Yami was going to die, in the light's body. No, no, no. Yugi wasn't going to let that happen…

"And what are you going to do, my love. Only I can change us back. And I will never…" Yami winced. His entire bottom lip was a robin egg's blue. It was becoming hard for him to be so collected and strong with so much blood lost. "…Ever do that."

Yugi gaped, tears running to his chin. This was not happening. This couldn't be. "Yami! Switch us back! Now! Switch us back! I made the decision to stop it all, so-" Yugi began to yell.

"And this is my decision…" Yami knew what he was doing. He understood. And he was going to do anything to save his light. Anything…

The hikari was clueless. He didn't know what to do. So he settled for crying. He pressed his face into Yami's chest, and wept.

The dark brought his hand to Yugi's hair and stroked it once. Blackness had blotted his vision the second he switched bodies, but now, it was over most of his line of sight. Breathing was a difficult task. The end was near… He could taste it at the back of his tongue.

Before he even felt Yami pulling on his hair, the hikari's lips were smashed against his other half's. The kiss was slow and sensual. The Pharaoh dominated it. But he used the control over it just to stick his tongue into Yugi's. He ran his muscle over every centimeter of the light's mouth. This kiss was not about power, or expressing lust. It was about remembering. Remembering the tastes, remembering the warmness of another's flesh close to your own, remembering the love deep with their hearts.

It was a short while, much too short of a while, when Yugi felt his guardian's slowing movement stop. The tongue within his mouth fell limp, as well as the body it belonged to. Separating him from his dark, the hikari gathered the form of his lover in his arms. After resting his head in the crook of the body's neck, Yugi rocked back and forth, tears running down in streams.

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A/N: for those who didn't understand what happened, Yami switched bodies with Yugi. If you are saying, "that writer is really bad. How can someone just add a magical power like that so suddenly?" I would have to say that you must pay more attention. In chapter 7, the one where they play Spin the Bottle, I had a part where Bakura and Ryou switch so Bakura can kiss Yami. That is half the reason why I had the party. The other part was to guarantee that Yugi's first kiss was Yami's. This chapter was a bit short, but whatever. I got what I needed to say.

IMPORTANT A/N! I AM CHANGING THE TITLE OF THE STORY! Many of you have said that you actually like the title, Radiant Cuts, and that it still fits. I had a long explanation to why I will be changing it. If you want it, my email address is just below. (I will only respond to direct emails.) Anyway, from chapter 26, the last chapter, I will be changing the title to "It's a Wonderful World."

If you look closely, you may notice that some of the dialogue sounds familiar. The dialogue from where Yugi says: "You came back" and when Yami says: "No, no. Please. Don't leave me. I love you."is from Disney's, Beauty and the Beast. Hmm… do any of you remember a certain passage where Yami compares his and Yugi's relationship to Belle and the Beast's? Or when, before Yami cuts himself, he calls himself a beast? Ever wonder why chapters 21- 24 have crazy titles that have little do to with what's going on (the same will go for the next chapter)? It is called foreshadowing! I mentioned it in one of my teasers that there will be foreshadowing, and here it is! If you are confused, email me directly at:
Crazymonkee2012-AT-aol-DOT-com

Well, for those who amazingly still want to read this story, see you soon!