My God, I haven't touched this in forever and a day, but yes, you can believe your eyes, I have updated!

Yami: What's the special occasion?

Oh, shut it, you

Yami: :P

baka

Yami: Yes, you are an idiot

-.-

Yugi: You're both idiots, now lets start the story.

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Yami groaned; he was very glad that it was Saturday. His butt was very sore from Grandpa spanking him with the hair brush, then slipping and landing hard on his rear thanks to Grandpa's over waxing. Just the thought of sitting on the hard seats of the school desks made Yami wince in agony.

He yawned and snuggled into his pillow. He really didn't feel like getting up today, but he did want to talk to Yugi, see if Yugi felt the same way as him. He was so worried about his sweet, petite angel, and he really wanted to know what was bothering him.

He raised his head, looking at his desk and dresser tops, but didn't see any reply notes. He frowned and just hoped that Yugi was still sleeping and hadn't gotten to read it yet; or hadn't gotten a chance to write back to him.

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Yugi yawned and stretched, his eyes still closed. Even at age 15 and fully stretched out, Yugi's legs were too small to reach the end of the bed. Yugi pouted at that thought. If Tea stretched, her feet would go over the edge of the bed. It wasn't fair. Then again, neither was life.

Yugi sighed and squashed those depressing thoughts before it ruined his day, and he hadn't even gotten out of bed yet. He rubbed his eyes then opened them as he sat up. There was nothing special about today, other than it was Saturday. He looked at his alarm clock, which was a cute little panda bear with the clock face in his tummy, when he noticed the folded square of paper with his name on it, written with one of Yami's gel pens.

Yugi's heart skipped a beat, excitement and fear bubbling in his chest. What if it was a proclamation of Yami's undying love for him? Or what if it was Yami telling him to butt out of his life, and let him and Tea be alone, happily ever after? The little one paled at the thought and felt tears well up in his eyes.

Before they could splash down his cheeks, he heard Grandpa calling him and Yami to come and eat breakfast. Yugi sighed and slid out of bed, stretched some more, and put on his fuzzy blue slippers. He was still half-asleep when he walked out of his bedroom, his small body colliding with another.

"Ow!" Yugi had the wind knocked out of him as he fell in a tangle of limbs to the floor, hitting his knee painfully of the tiles.

"Damn it!" Yami cursed as he was knocked backwards onto his already sore butt. The two of them lay sprawled together, trying to catch their breaths, for several minutes before they pulled themselves back together.

"Yugi?"

"Y-Yami!"

Both were breathless as they stared at each other, crimson and violet eyes locking. Yugi was half way on top of Yami. He could feel the bigger boy's lean muscles through their clothes, his hard body beneath him, cushioning him.

Yami could feel Yugi's soft little body on top of him, and wanted to wrap his arms around his angel and kiss those panting pink lips.

"YUGI! YAMI! GET MOVING!" Grandpa's voice traveled up the stairs and breaking the spell that held them bound to one another, trapped in each other's eyes. Both shook their heads, crumpled wavy bangs flying.

Yami pulled Yugi to him, running his hands down Yugi's slender back and Yugi felt himself drowning in pleasure, sinking once more into the magic of Yami. "Little one, are you okay? Does it hurt any where?"

Yugi sighed happily, letting his head fall onto Yami's shoulder. He was in pure bliss. This was how they used to be, so close, forever touching one another, before Tea had interrupted, had wedged herself between them. Right now, it was as if none of that had ever happened, and he knew for sure that Yami loved him, that Yami was his, and he was Yami's.

Yami kissed the top of Yugi's head. "Sweet angel, tell me why you've been so upset lately. What's wrong, my Yugi-chan?"

Yugi let out a little distress cry. How could he tell Yami it was Tea's doing? Tea was Yami's friend, and Yami most likely wouldn't believe him; Tea was always so sweet when Yami was around. The older boy didn't know the truth about the back stabbing witch. She coated her poison tongue with a layer of honey that still managed to turn the mouth sour.

Yugi pushed himself out of Yami's arms, tears falling down his cheeks.

Hurt filled Yami's eyes. "Aibou? Please, tell me. Let me help..." Yugi shook his head, stumbled backwards into his room and slammed the door, then flung himself onto his bed and sobbed into his pillow.

Yami's own eyes started to water, but he pushed back the tears of rejection. What was wrong with his little angel? He got up, keeping one hand on his sore rear, then laid both hands palms flat on Yugi's door, pressing his cheek against the wood. "Yugi, precious, please...."

When the only response he got was soft sobs, he tried once more. "Aibou, read the note. Just read the note." Yami trailed off, his head lowered and looking at the floor.

"Yami, what's going on?" Yami jerked his head sharply to stare listlessly at Grandpa, unable to care at the moment what the elderly man thought or felt.

Grandpa studied Yami intensely, then placed a hand on his forehead. "Do you feel alright? You don't have a fever, but you don't look to good. Go back to bed while I go get a thermometer."

Yami stared incredulously at him. The old man was insane! He was upset because Yugi was upset, and he couldn't stand to see his little hikari no tenchi suffer. "B-but, Yugi-"

Grandpa shook his head. "I'll check on him, too. So, bed. Now." Yami opened his mouth to protest, but Grandpa glared at him and pointed imperiously down the hall; he wasn't used to back talk.

Fuming, Yami went and sat down miserably on his bed. Then Grandpa came in, scolded Yami for not laying down under the covers, then shoved a thermometer into his mouth. Once the old man had gone, Yami grumbled and muttered around the cold metal tip shoved under his tongue.

Yugi jerked his head up, looking over his shoulder, his small cheeks wet with tears, when the door opened. He was sure it was Yami; he half hoped it was, but then he would have to tell his other half what was going on between him and Tea. But it was only Grandpa.

"Yugi, lay back down; you don't look good at all."

"B-but, Grandpa, I'm feel fine; I'm j-just up-upse-" Yugi stopped himself; if Grandpa knew he wasn't sick, then he would want to know what was wrong and Yugi really didn't want to tell his grandfather all that was happening. It was too personal, too private to have the secrets of his heart out on display for everyone to see.

Yugi sighed and allowed Grandpa to put the other thermometer in his mouth. Grandpa patted his head. "You're such a good boy, unlike your yami. I don't know what's gotten into him lately." Yugi let out a frustrated sigh and gave his grandfather a dirty look as the elderly man left his room.

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Sugoroku had just finished pouring steaming hot chicken noodle soup into two bowls when the doorbell rang. Setting the hot, empty pot aside, he opened the door only to see Tea standing there, rocking back and forth on her heels, hands clasped behind her back. His grandson sometimes stood like that, but while it was utterly adorable when Yugi did it, it didn't seem to fit Tea quite so much.

"Yam..." Tea's bright smile and cheerful voice faltered a bit when she saw who had answered. "Oh, hi. Is Yami home?"

"Yes, b-"

Tea eagerly charged on, her face lighting up again. "Could I please see him?"

"No."

"Why?" Her voice had a bit of a whine to it that grated his ears.

"He's sick."

"Sick? With what? How? Is there something I can do for him? What does he need?" Tea plunged on.

Grandpa merely shrugged. "He's sick, in bed. So's Yugi. That's very sweet of you to offer to help, but I've got everything under control. Good day." Then, as Tea started to open her mouth to say something, he shut the door in her face. Humming to himself, he went back to readying the boys' lunch.

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Yugi scowled at his cold, untouched bowl of soup. He didn't feel like eating, and he was mad at Grandpa. He was NOT sick, thank you very much! But would the old man believe him? Of course not! He didn't have a fever, and he was 99.9 positive that neither did Yami, but did Grandpa believe the thermometers, either? No, he'd merely said that they were old and most likely broken anyway.

Yugi was too miserable to eat. His mind was too busy, his heart too torn. He needed to let Yami know how he felt. He should have, in the hallway when he was in Yami's arms. Sitting in bed, it was so easy to feel brave, to feel like he had the courage to do so. It had also been easy to vow to fight Tea, to put the cake in Yami's locker, because no one had been around to stop him. But when it came to face –to-face, actually confronting another person....Yugi gulped and felt his cheeks turn red at the very thought.

Still, it had been easier to write his thoughts down in a note to Yami, when he'd given him the cake. That had taken up all of his courage; actually saying the words aloud to Yami, to his face....Yugi gulped then his eyes lit up; he remembered Yami's note.

Eagerly, his little hands darted out and he snatched the note off of his desk, trembling fingers tearing it in a few places as he unfolded it.

Hikari,

What troubles you so, angel? We used to be so happy together; what

happened to us? I know Tea has said something to you, but since I'm

grounded, I won't get a chance to speak to her about it, and I doubt she'd

tell me the truth. So I need you to tell me, little one. Tell me so I can

make everything alright again.

Yugi hiccupped and fresh tears sprang to his eyes. He sniffled and wiped his nose with his pajama sleeve. Yami knew. Yugi gave a small, watery smile then gasped when his door opened and there stood Yami.

Yami had been going absolutely stir-crazy in his bed, also refusing point blank to touch his soup, when he couldn't take it anymore. He made his way to Yugi's room and crept in. "Yugi." Yami started to smile, but faltered when he saw the unfolded note and Yugi's tear stained face.

Still, Yami made his way to the bed and sat down. "Yugi..." Before he could say anything, Yugi gave one last sniffle and flung himself into Yami's arms, crying into his red t-shirt.

"Oh, Yami, you knew. You knew!" Yugi cried over and over, feeling Yami's strong, sure arms wrap around him, holding him close and rubbing his back.

Yami smiled in relief and nuzzled the top of Yugi's head. "Hikari, I will always know when something, or someone, is bothering you. Besides, I can't stand Tea, either."

Yugi smiled a little and let out another hiccup, then blushed. Yami patted his back and kissed the top of his head. "You're not mad at me, ne, tenchi?"

Yugi's watery violet eyes widened and he looked up at his other half. "Yami! How could you ever think that I'd ever be mad at you?"

Yami shrugged and looked sheepish. "Angel, how could you ever think I'd choose Tea over you?"

Yugi blushed and looked down, but nuzzled his face into Yami's chest and sighed in contentment. Yami wrapped his arms around Yugi tightly, and laid back with Yugi snuggled against him, both of them in pure, blissful contentment.

tbc.....

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Well, another chapter has come to an end, and we've actually had a bit of Yami/ Yugi fluff! And, as always, Anzu-bashing. Always a plus!