The door slammed shut, my mouth still stuck open, disbelieving what Kaiba had just said. He knew who sent the flowers. I needed to go find him even though I didn't wish too. I was about to open the door when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned round to see Jeremy looking a little confused, shaking his head back and forth.

"Anzu, you can't go. He was probably lying."

"Jeremy, no one knows about the flowers so he wasn't lying." My hands began to grasp the doorknob but Jeremy's hand contacted with mine.

"Anzu, leave it. That guy," meaning Kaiba "wants you to move on. He only did that to annoy you."

"Jeremy, you leave it. You don't understand. My life here is different from that of Domino." And before he could say another word, I opened the door and sprinted down the hallway.

I down the elevator, through the revolving door and almost to the city streets when somebody stopped me by shouting my name.

"Oy! Anzu! Over here!" I turned my head to see Ryou Bakura standing against the building.

"Dear me, if you could shout any louder, I think all of NYC could have heard you." I blushed.

"You couldn't actually hear me, could you?"

"Nah, I just saw Kaiba storming out, all in his trench coat glory, mumbling how loony you are and what was the point trying to going out of the way to see you. Then he saw me and told me good luck with you. So I just decided to wait to see if you would storm out of the building, and lo and behold, I was right."

"Ryou, Which way did he go?"

"Kaiba, why do you care?"

"He told me something," I hesitated "and I have to found out if it is true."

"Well Anzu, I would tell you but I don't really know. For starters I would check that paper you stole at the funeral."

I gasped and grew angry. My temper had been at a boiling point ever since my journey home from Domino. "How does everyone know these things when I try to keep them secret?"

"Mind you Anzu, I have a millennium item and as doesa certain Pharaoh and some Egyptians," He coughed " We know things and don't think I don't notice things without the ring. I might not seem to be watching, but I was when you pried out that piece of paper and stuck it into your hands. I didn't say anything because I thought it was the best foranother time but now I think it is that time I was thinking of." He walked towards the revolving door. "After you."

I growled but made my way back through, the door up the elevator with Ryou. All the while Ryou whistled a merry tune. As I put my key into the lock and Ryou waltzed into the room, he stopped and said "allo there? I'm afraid I don't quite know who you are."

Oh no, not again with stupid introductions, so I finished them. " Ryou, Jeremy. Jeremy, Ryou. Jeremy, friend from New York and Ryou, friend from Domino. Good," I directed the rest of my words to Ryou "Let me go get the paper." He nodded and decided to get acquainted with Jeremy.

I started to rummage through my draws, thinking where did I put it? I started thinking hard, but I had no idea and then I remembered. That normally seems to happen. We only seem to remember things we forget, when we give up in looking or remembering.

I dug my hands into box inside my night table where some photos and some jewelry were kept. I soon found the paper nuzzled among the nick knacks. I decided that I would read it first before letting Ryou and Jeremy get to read it.

I was nervous. I was afraid who it was from. I hoped it was from Yugi, but maybe it won't. Maybe it will be someone different, but who? I started to unwrinkled the paper and smooth it. My eyes fixed onto a scrawl that I noticed as Yugi's somewhat nice and neat writing. It read

Giving and receiving, borrowing and stealing.

Love and cherishing, hate and anger.

Opposites are these but yet at times they are confused as synonyms.

People confuse the difference between love and hate, truth and lies, guilt and innocence.

They know not the truth, the balance these words have.

People use this words unwisely, stupid somewhat.

To say you hate someone, probably most of the time we love them.

To say you lie, means that you tell the truth that is of lying.

To say you like to give, means also receiving is pretty nice too.

But what happens when these words are forgotten, confused by ignorance and arrogance.

We gloat in glory, some live like kings.

Some forget the true meaning of what it means to live and what it means to die.

These people are slowly dieing a slow death by greed, power and lust.

Those who still believe in love and truth live longer and prosper in ways money can not measure. ( I wrote that!)

The paper ended. I did not know what it meant. It was poem of his but I noticed it wasn't finished. Some one had ripped as though they didn't want anyone to know the rest of it. I flipped the page eager to know more but instead on the back, someone's scrawl, not Yugi's was written. I read it carefully trying to understand the mess. I read

To know the truth is a fickle thing which many dread and forget what they are looking for in the end. Was it truth they wanted and did the end up with lies?

And then a couple a numbers were scrawled

619420; 819450.

What did these numbers mean?

Sorry it took so long to update. I was trying to figure the story out, have a better plot. Big case of writer's block. Well please Review!

Jen ( the numbers will acutally mean something just like the rose will, I think)