Hi again! Your mistress is back! :D

...no, just kidding! No need to get your panties in a knot, my dear readers and/or reviewers! I'm here to introduce you to the last chapter! And I hope you'll like it as much as it seems that you've liked the earlier chapters.

Sorry about the long wait! Writer's block, be damned! –throws lightning at the writer's block-

Writer's Block: -sticks out tongue and skips away to freedom-

-grumbles- Stupid writer's block...keeps sticking to my ass...-continues to grumble to herself-

Anyway...sorry again!

Thanks everyone who reviewed to the previous chapter, I really appreciated it! Thanks again!

Um...-blushes- I got a question if I would write a lemon...no, sorry. I don't do lemons...um...-blushes even deeper- I don't think I'd be able to write them...sorry. –bows-

Now, lets get the story started!

Disclaimer: I own nothing concerning Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did...well...-grins evilly- Oh, Anzuu...-starts chainsaw-

Pairings: Yugi/Yami mainly, although that there will be quite much Jou/Seto in this chapter!

Warnings: Boy/Boy love and some angst! Some violence, sort of, and some quite...gross explanations later on. If you have weak stomach, or too vivid imagination, you shouldn't read that. You'll now when it comes, trust me.

Okay, that's all for my ranting! Here comes the chapter!

Chapter 13

Jou's house

09:00

Normal POV

Jou groaned slightly when the sun fell onto his face, disrupting his sleep and causing him to wake up. God, he hated to be woken like this... "Note to self: Buy blinders."

White streaks of dried tears were to be seen on his cheeks, but he quickly brushed them away with the back of his hand. Those would be the last tears he cried for Seto Kaiba, he decided. If the man didn't love him anymore, he didn't. And that was it, and there was no reason to cry over that anymore.

At least no good reason.

Jou sighed and got up from his untidy bed, sheets clinging to his body. They didn't let go of him, until he violently shrugged them off himself and took a step towards the bathroom to take a shower. Though, he managed to trip just one second later, and landed ungracefully on his ass.

Grumbling and wincing over his poor buttocks, Jou limped to the bathroom to bathroom and took a long and warm shower. He deserved that, after doing all that running from Seto the earlier day...

Jou groaned and slammed his forehead against the bathroom wall for a second. "Stop thinkin' 'bout tha' fuckin' bastard, Katsuya." He told himself sternly, and rinsed his hair from shampoo. "And stop fuckin' call him Seto!" He roared to his mind, and slammed his forehead against the wall again.

Fifteen minutes and fifteen more slams of his forehead against the bathroom wall later, Jou stepped out from the bathroom fully dressed, on shaking legs. He then went to the kitchen to have some breakfast.

Yawning, Jou took a bowl and put it on the small table, and then took out some bread, butter and cereals. Then he went to the front door to go out and fetch the newspaper. 'Like a good dog should', Seto probably would have said...if he'd still been there...

Jou slammed his head harshly against the steady door and growled lowly at himself. "Stupid, stupid, stupid..." He chanted for a few seconds, before sighing and opening the door. No more thinking about the CEO. He wouldn't think of him ever again, never in his life! Ever!

Jou walked straight out to the gates and fetched the paper from the mailbox., not once looking to the sides. He walked back to the door, and would have entered if his gaze hadn't fallen on something on the porch. Or, more like someone...

"Seto?" Jou said, and almost dropped the newspaper in shock.

Sitting on the doorstep was indeed the CEO of Kaiba Corporation, Seto Kaiba. When Jou said his name, Seto looked up from his hands that he had been watching a few moment earlier.

He looked horrible. His hair was messy and his clothes rumpled and wrinkly like he had slept in them. Jou suspected that he had indeed slept in them, on the porch. At least judging by how tired Seto looked. Black rings were slightly visible under Seto's eyes, that shone with...was that tears!

"Katsuya." Seto said softly, not turning his gaze away.

Jou just stared for a few seconds before he licked his suddenly dry lips. "What...are ya doin' here?" A realization hit Jou, and he gaped. "Ha-Have ya been here all night!"

Seto didn't change his facial expression at all as he nodded slightly. "And half yesterday afternoon too." His voice was soft, almost silent. The blue eyes didn't shift from Jou's brown ones once when he spoke.

A wave of concern coursed through Jou and he quickly walked to Seto's side. Gently, he helped the CEO to stand up, and wrapped his arm around his waist to keep him up. "God, it fuckin' rained all night! How could ya jus' stand out there like tha', you should have gone home!" Jou scolded and led Seto inside. "You could have caught a cold!"

Seto shrugged. "I have a strong immune system..." He interrupted himself as he sneezed loudly. "...maybe not." The brunet shivered slightly against Jou, and leaned his head on the other's shoulder.

Jou shook his head, and sighed as he pushed Seto down in the couch. "You jus' wait here, and I'll go an' get ya somethin' else to wear." He ordered, and went to fetch clothes. His earlier feelings of anger against Seto had washed away immediately when he realized that the brunet had stayed the night outside his house. And in the rain! Why he had done that, though, was still a mystery. One that Jou was going to find the answer to.

Quickly, Jou gathered some clothes from a cupboard and carried them back to the small living room where Seto sat. "Here ya go. Get dressed, an' I'll go and get ya some breakfast..."

"No." Seto said quietly, and shook his head. His blue gaze turned to Jou, and their eyes met. "I don't deserve any of this, Katsuya. All I wish is to talk to you. And explain myself."

Explain? What was there to explain? That he broke up with him for a girl, a girl that he had always claimed he hate? That he told him that he didn't love him? Both? Something else? Did Jou want to listen to an explanation?

No.

Jou slowly sat down beside Seto, keeping quite some distance between them. "Seto..." He sighed, and shook his head. "There's nothin' to explain, or to talk about. All tha' has happened these weeks...I don't know if I can..."

Seto held up his hand to interrupt Jou. "I don't ask of forgiveness, Kat." His eyes darkened. "I don't deserve it. I don't deserve anything from you. Actually..." Seto looked sternly into Jou's eyes. "...I don't even deserve that you'll listen. I've bothered you enough...I'll just leave now. And I won't ever bother you again, Katsuya. Good bye." Seto rose, and walked towards the door.

Jou felt his heart clench at the sight of Seto's surrender. Seto, who never ever gave up, never surrendered...why now? Then his heart broke at the thought of never seeing Seto again...never hearing his voice or being able to talk to him...to hold him close...

Jou rose too, and put a hand on Seto's shoulder to stop him from leaving. "Wait." He whispered.

Seto stopped, but didn't turn around. He just glanced slightly over his shoulder, waiting for the other to speak again.

Jou stared at his hand for a moment as it laid on the other's shoulder. That warmth...that he once had shared with Seto...so close, but yet so far away. Then he snapped out of it, and removed his hand. "Talk to me then. It seems like it's important...and..." Jou's voice faded, and he bit his lip. "...please don't leave me." He added quietly inside his mind.

Seto was quiet for a long moment. For a moment, Jou thought that he wouldn't say anything more. But then he sighed, a deep and long sigh that seemed to come from the bottom of his heart. "Sit down, Katsuya. This will take a while."

Jou did as he was told, and sunk into the couch with a creak. "Alright, I'm sittin'."

Seto remained standing, and didn't even turn around to look at Jou. Instead, he walked up to a window, and put his hands on the windowsill to look out on the almost empty streets. "First of all, Katsuya; I lied."

Jou leaned his head to the side in a questioning manner. "How so?"

Seto's back tensed for a second, and his hands clenched together in fists. "I said that I didn't love you. I said that I never had. You remember that?" The brunet's voice was cold, and empty of emotions as he said this.

The question made Jou look down at his hands, and a lump formed in his throat. Of course he remembered. How could he forget getting his heart crushed and stomped on? "...yes." He said softly, not looking up.

Seto clenched his hands even harder. "I lied. I never stopped loving you, and I will probably always love you." A sigh escaped Seto, and he shivered. "There, I said it. That's really all I needed to say. I love you, Katsuya. I need you to know that." Seto straightened his back, and turned towards the door. "Now that I've said that, I'll leave."

Jou immediately flew up from his seat, staring at Seto. His amber eyes shone with shock and disbelief. "N-Now, wait a minute! Y-Ya can't jus' leave now! Ya can't tell me tha' you hate me, and then say tha' you love me, and then jus' leave to be together with...with...someone else!" Jou grabbed Seto's arm, and stared up into the cold, blue eyes. "Ya're not goin' anywhere before ya explain why ya did all of this!"

"All of what?" Seto said quietly, not breaking the eye contact.

Jou groaned, and grabbed the collar of Seto's slightly damp shirt. His eyes glowed with passion as he stared into Seto's eyes, almost drowning in them as he always had. "All of this! Why ya broke up with me, why ya date Janice, why ya can't seem to understand what a giant idiot ya are if ya keep on dating someone you don't love..." Jou closed his mouth, and sighed. "...please, jus' tell me why ya broke up with me."

Seto was quiet for a long moment. Then he caressed Jou's cheek with the tip of his fingers. "If I do...you will not be safe." The brunet closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose to smell Jou's scent one last time. All he wanted, so close...yet, he had to let him go. No matter how many times he would regret it later.

Jou shook his head, and stared into Seto's eyes. "I don' care. I jus'...need to know wha' I did wrong and..."

Seto snapped his eyes open, their passion overwhelming Jou. "You did nothing wrong." Seto said sternly, and held Jou's face in his hands. "You are perfect, and the one I love...and the one I want to be with..." Seto sighed. "But if we get together again...you will not be safe.

Tears welled up in Jou's eyes, and he buried his face in Seto's chest. "I don' fuckin' give a shit! I don' care if I'm safe or not! As long as I'm with you, I feel safe! And...and..." Jou paused, and then pulled away to look into Seto's eyes, tears running down his cheeks. "You...want to be wit' me?"

Seto looked away, to the window once again. "Yes." He said simply. "But I can't."

"Why not?" Jou asked softly, looking at Seto's face. "Why can't we be together? I want to be with you, ya want to be wit' me...wha's the problem?"

"Janice." That one name was spoken with disgust, more spit out than spoken.

Jou felt his heart drop, and his hand, that had been on Seto's cheek, fell limply to his side. "So...you love her too? And tha's why you can't be wit' me?" Jou said softly, sadness clearly evident in his voice. He turned his gaze to the floor, not being able to focus it on Seto anymore; it hurt too much even to just look at him.

Seto slowly turned his gaze back to the devastated looking boy. Then he lifted Jou's face up by putting two fingers under his chin and tilting it upwards. "No. I don't love her. She's the biggest bitch I've ever had the displeasure to meet. And she annoys me to no end. I love you, Kat. No one else."

Jou's eyes filled with tears of aggravation, and he grabbed Seto by the collar again and started to shake him back and forward. "Then what is your fuckin' problem!" He yelled, and stared into Seto's eyes with burning pools of amber. "I love you too, goddamnit! Ya hear me! I-Love-You!" Unable to control himself, Jou pulled Seto down to his level and kissed him.

Seto stiffened as their lips met, and then he relaxed. But he knew he couldn't respond. Not now...he couldn't surrender now. That, he managed to tell himself about three seconds, until he wrapped his arms around Jou's waist to pull him closer. One last time then...

The kiss was desperate, a plead for love. And so very passionate that it could have made the house catch fire with it's intensity. And, Jou found that all his energy drained out, along with his anger and sorrow. When he pulled away from the kiss, he was shaking, and felt empty.

"Y-You understand?" Jou whispered, hanging his head. "I love you, Seto. Why can't you let me love you?"

Seto wrapped his arms tighter around Jou's waist, and pulled him closer to his chest. "Because she will hurt you." He said quietly, running his hands through Jou's hair. "That's why I broke up with you. Janice said that she would hurt you if I stayed together with you. And if we get together again, Janice will hurt you. And...I can't let that happen."

Seto remembered, painfully clear, how Janice had forced him to break up with Jou. While working on the Biology thing at his house, she had told him that he had two choices; break up with Jou and be with her, or be together with Jou and get him killed. The choice had been easy; he could never do anything that would hurt Katsuya.

Seto knew that he had to make sure that Katsuya would hate him. It would be much easier for him afterwards if Jou hated him. Then he would know he could never have him back, and wouldn't have any regrets. So, he said the most painful thing he could. That he didn't love him.

In the exact moment he broke up with Jou in that restaurant, he had changed his mind. But then, it was too late. The way Jou's eyes had filled with tears when Seto rose, had almost made him throw himself over him and beg for forgiveness. Instead, he cruelly said that he'd send him his things. Then Seto left.

All the way home in the limo, Seto cried.

After that, he had gone along with all of Janice's demands, to make sure that she wouldn't hurt Katsuya. But, after a while, he saw how much he himself was hurting Jou. Probably more than Janice ever could.

And now, he had to do it again.

Seto sighed and reluctantly pulled away from Jou. "Even if it means that I have to be without you for the rest of my life, I will do that to keep you safe." He turned around and walked to the door. "Good bye, puppy." Seto said inside his mind and reached for the door.

Seto loved him. Still did, and always had. It was the best news Jou had got in a long time. Jou's heart was in seventh heaven with those news. And it was breaking because Seto was leaving him. Again.

A battle roared inside his head; the choice of being with Seto and always being in danger. Or being without Seto all of his life, and watch him with a whore as a girlfriend, and being safe.

The battle was over before it even got to begin.

Jou stared at Seto's retreating back with wide eyes, that soon filled with tears again. "What about what I want, Seto?" He whispered, so softly that you could barely hear his voice. "Maybe you can walk out of here and never meet me again. Maybe you can do tha' without being too affected." A sob, low and choked, sounded from Jou's throat. "But I can't...I can't stand loosing you...again."

Seto stopped in mid-step, staring at the door. That thought hadn't even passed his mind; that Jou might have something against him leaving. The thought that Katsuya would want to have him back, after all he had done...it was laughable. Katsuya should hate him; he had every right to. It would have been easier if the blond had hated him. Then he could just have left after explaining.

But, then again, when had his life ever been easy?

Seto sighed. "She will try to kill you." He spoke softly, voice barely over a whisper.

Jou laughed sadly, a laugh that really didn't fit in that moment. "Yeah, she prolly will. But then again..." Jou walked up to Seto, and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind. "...who doesn't?"

Seto smiled, and turned around to hold Katsuya close to his chest. "I guess the thought has passed my mind too." He chuckled, along with Jou.

Then, both boys turned serious, and pulled away to look each other in the eye. Blue mingled with brown, in a way that they almost had forgotten. Warmth and care shone in their eyes, and caused both of their hearts to grow with happiness of having each other again.

"I love you." Jou said softly, a small smile on his lips.

"I love you more." Seto answered, and caressed Jou's face.

The two of them met in a kiss; a kiss that would forever seal their love.

"Janice can go to hell", Seth said to himself as he tasted Jou again, with the same intensity as the first time they kissed.

Jou suddenly pulled away from the kiss, leaving Seto to long for more. A mischievous sparkle shone in Jou's eyes, and he pulled Seto backwards towards a door. "Wanna see my room?" He asked, and grinned.

Seto smirked, and lifted Jou up in his arms, bridal style. "Like you even had to ask."

------

It was very late; the moon was shining brightly through the half opened curtains. It reflected on the glass of the slightly open window, and then spread its pale rays over the floor. The silence of the late night had layered over the room and its occupants, and fairies had spread sleeping dust over them.

Except upon one.

Yami leaned on his elbow, looking down at the sleeping boy next to him in the bed. A small and devoted smile was on his lips, and his normally hard, red eyes were soft and caring as they watched the angel fallen down to earth.

Yugi. Yami's Yugi.

Yugi was sleeping, and had been for several hours already. He was curled up against Yami's chest, and looked completely serene. For once, he looked really relaxed and happy to sleep.

Yami sighed happily, and caressed away a strand of hair from Yugi's face. Unconsciously, Yugi cooed in his sleep, and nuzzled into the hand that had touched him. That made Yami's smile wider, and he felt his heart jump at the adorable sight.

Finally. Finally, he was there. Yugi was in his arms, and would always be. At least if Yami would get it as he wanted it. Yami would never let Yugi go. Until Yugi said he didn't wish to be with him, that was. Hopefully, that would never happen. But, when it did...Yami would once again seize to exist.

Yami leaned down over Yugi, and kissed his cheek softly. "I love you, aibou." He whispered, and smiled. "I really do. And I will always. I hope that you know that..."

The boy didn't answer. He was deep in the arms of slumber, and wouldn't wake up until the morning arrived to sweep him out, back to the world of the living.

Yami caressed Yugi's cheek once more, before getting up from the bed. A serious expression entered his face, as he put on a shirt and a pair of black pants.

There were something he needed to do.

------

The clock beat twelve in the silent house of the Mazaki's. Three of he family members were fast asleep. Mr. And Mrs. Mazaki slept with their hands intervened, and smiling. Imori Mazaki, Anzu's little brother, also slept peacefully, hugging his pillow tightly.

One family member, however, was still awake.

"Stupid Yugi...stealing my Yami like that." Anzu hissed into her mirror, while she combed her hair. "But don't you worry, next time...next time, I will-" She was interrupted by her window slamming open.

With a shriek of fright, she turned around...

...to find her window open, and nothing else.

Growling, Anzu got up and closed her window with a snap. "That was strange." She muttered, and got back to her mirror. "There's not even any wind tonight..."

A flash suddenly passed Anzu's eyes, and in the next second there was a loud crash of thunder. She jumped high, and turned around to the window again. Where there had been only a peaceful night, there was now rain hitting the window like little hands knocking, trying to break in. The wind whined outside, and made the windows shake.

Thunder was heard again, and Anzu backed away from the window. "Okay, this is weird..." She whispered, and sat down by her mirror. With a shaking hand, she took her hair brush and raised it to her hair. She rose her gaze to look into the mirror. In it, she saw her own reflection staring back at her.

And then she saw Yami in it. He was standing in the other side of the room, arms crossed, dressed in all black, and a look of hate and distain in his red eyes, that glowed dangerously.

Anzu gasped, and turned around.

Nothing. Yami wasn't there anymore.

Now filled with fear, Anzu turned back to the mirror. She couldn't see Yami in it, and sighed. "I'm just being stupid. There's nothing to be afraid of!" She growled to her reflection, and started to brush her hair again. "Now, where was I? Oh, right. Yugi. He will pay for stealing Yami from me. What should I do...hm...kidnap him? Yes, and kill him myself!" Proud over her plan, Anzu rose to get over to her bed. But she froze at once, seeing who sat there.

Yami sat on her bed, arms crossed and glaring at her. "Good evening, Anzu." He said coldly, with a voice edged with hate and the promise of pain.

"Y-Yami?" She whispered, and backed away one step. "H-How did you get in?"

A smirk played on Yami's lips. "The wonders of having magic powers, Anzu. There's so much you can do. Entertain..." He rose, and Anzu took another step backwards in fear.

The puzzle appeared around Yami's neck. "Help others..." He walked closer to Anzu, who stepped backwards once again...only to find that she couldn't go any further back. A wall blocked her escape, ad she found herself trapped.

Yami's red eyes turned one shade darker. "And then, of course...you can use your magic for your own purposes. As for revenge." He took one more step, now only one step away from Anzu.

Anzu shook, but smiled sweetly, trying to look innocent. "R-Revenge? F-For what? I c-can't think of anything I can have done to deserve..."

A snort of laughter interrupted her innocence-speech. "Oh, Anzu. You really can't think of anything? Anything at all?" Yami leaned closer, and put his hands on the wall, on each side of Anzu's head. He looked into her scared eyes, and locked their gazes together. Then he spoke, in Egyptian, a spell.

"Truth I seek

In a mind of lies

Let me hear the truth

From the liar's mouth"

A small flash, accompanied by thunder from outside, came from his eyes and through Anzu's forehead.

"What did you do to Yugi?" Yami asked coldly.

Anzu suddenly felt it like a gate opened in her mind. Like water ran through rivers, words started to run through her mouth. "I hired Tony and his gang to attack Yugi. I told them to beat him up, but not kill him. I told them to give him scars. I told them to do their worst."

Yami's eyes darkened. "Did you tell them to rape him?"

Heavy eyelids fluttered. "No." The answer was short, and true.

Yami nodded, more to himself than Anzu. "Then they deserved what they got." He muttered, some of the guilt that he had felt for weeks finally disappearing. The hate came back as he looked at Anzu. The spell had worn off, and she had paled at realising what she had told him. "Now...to decide what I should do with you..."

Shivers of pure fear ran down Anzu's spine. She did a last try of saving herself. "Listen, Yami. I can pay you. Alot, if you don't hurt me."

A flash of disgust entered Yami's eyes, and he glared at her, shutting her up. Then the red eyes turned black, and they seemed to see deeply into her mind. But, he was watching her heart and soul. When he once again spoke, Yami's voice was deep, and inhumanly dark.

"In your heart, I can only find lies and deceit. Your soul is rotten, and your conscience is dead." The Millennium puzzle started to glow when he once again spoke. "For your crimes, I will let you see your soul. Every time you look into a mirror, you will see your lies..."

A flash from the puzzle.

"...your deceits..."

Another flash.

"...crimes committed..."

The next flash hurt in Anzu's eyes.

"...and your true soul."

A final flash, and a crash of thunder was heard. Anzu fell to her knees as the spell was cast, and she shivered. Blistering cold and searing heat rushed through her body for a few seconds, and then disappeared, leaving an emptiness within her.

"Y-Yami...what have you done to me..." She looked up.

Yami was there for a second. Then, in the next flash from outside, he was gone again. One last crash of thunder was heard from outside.

The wind died down with a long sigh, and the rain stopped. No more thunder was heard. Silence rested over the house again.

"He didn't do anything..." Anzu whispered, and sighed with relief.

On shaking legs, Anzu fetched the hairbrush she had dropped earlier, and walked up to the mirror. With a smile, she looked up into it...

...and screamed.

Instead of her regular face with smooth skin and blue eyes, there was a monster. The face looked like it had been dead for a long time. No skin covered its' flesh, and loose, rotten pieces dangled loose and fell off at times. There was no clear facial features; only red, and black rotten flesh in a large blob.

Black eyes, that looked like beetles, were pressed into the unshaped face. There were no emotions in the small eyes.

The mouth was nothing but a black hole with black teeth sticking out here and there. A long, brownish tongue hanged out of the mouth like a dead worm.

Brown/grey hair, messy and tousled, hung in greasy locks around her face. On the top of her head, there was only a bald spot of wrinkly skin with large, brown spots.

For a moment, Anzu wondered where the monster had come from.

Until she realised that it was herself she was looking at.

Anzu screamed again. And again. And another time until her voice turned hoarse.

When her mother and father ran into the room, they found Anzu tucked in under her sheets. The mirror was shattered in hundreds of pieces, and some of the pieces were bloody. They heard muffled screams under the covers, and saw the sheets shake.

When they finally managed to tear the sheets from Anzu's hands, they looked at her. They saw only her normal face. Only that tears ran down her cheeks in steady streams, and that her eyes were filled with madness. Screams of 'Don't look at me!', met them, and she buried her face in the pillow.

Mr. and Mrs. Mazaki looked at each other, before they both rose and called a mental institution.

------

Yugi woke up when he felt someone sit down on the side of his bed. He blinked, and rubbed his eyes tiredly. Throwing one glance on the clock beside him, Yugi saw that it was over one in the morning.

Sitting next to him, was Yami. He was fully dressed, all in black. The red eyes looked out in front of himself, empty and void of emotion. However, Yugi could feel feelings rush around inside his lover. Worried, Yugi put a hand on his shoulder.

"Yami?" He said softly, and crept closer.

Yami didn't even flinch. All he did was smile slightly. A smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm sorry. I woke you up, aibou."

Yugi rose to his knees, and crawled over to Yami. "Why are you up, Yami? It's really late..." Then Yugi noticed the Millennium puzzle around Yami's neck. It still glowed slightly with magic. The violet eyes widened a for a second. "...Yami, where have you been?"

Still, Yami didn't move. "You should sleep, Yugi."

All thoughts of sleep had left Yugi. Worry crept into his eyes, and he rose to walk around the bed. He sat down in Yami's lap, and looked him in the eye. "Yami, what happened? Don't tell me it's nothing, I know it is!"

For a second, Yugi thought that he wouldn't get any answer. Then, tears filled Yami's eyes, and he wrapped his arms around Yugi. "Please...hold me, aibou." He whispered, and Yugi felt warm tears run down Yami's cheeks and onto his neck.

Yugi wrapped his arms around Yami's neck gently, and held him close. Yami didn't sob, or shake. The tears simply ran down his cheeks without any sound, more than that Yami once in a while gasped for air. Yugi petted his lover's hair, and tried to calm him down the best he could.

Suddenly, Yami spoke, still crying. "Yugi...I f-feel cold..." He shivered, like he was proving his point. "And...I feel like I'm about to fall...and you're the only thing keeping me away from the edge..." A block, that Yami had held up, suddenly fell away, and a wave of coldness swept over to Yugi.

It was like a cold hand grabbed Yugi's heart when he felt the chill from Yami's mind. "Yami...what have you done tonight?" Yugi whispered, worry and fear evident in his voice. He hugged tighter onto Yami, and tried to give him some warmth.

Yami, however, didn't seem to notice any difference; he still felt cold. He knew exactly what that caused the coldness. It was the price he had to pay for revenge. Every time he used his magic in order to hurt someone with his magic, it would also cause him pain. It was so he wouldn't misuse his powers too many times. A warning from the Gods.

The screams of Tony and his gang once more echoed inside his mind, and made him wince inwardly. Another scream had entered too; the scream of Anzu's madness. It would never go away. The cold would, eventually, disappear. But never the screams.

Weakened, by both the cold and the pained screams, Yami couldn't speak properly. But he still spoke. "Y-Yugi...my love...please, don't ask. It's something that I'd rather speak of later..." He gripped tighter onto Yugi, and sighed. "...if not, never."

The smaller boy frowned, but didn't ask anything more. Instead, he let some warmth from his own mind slip over to Yami, hoping that it would help him. Innocence, care and love slowly warmed Yami again.

And, finally, Yami stopped shaking, and the tears stopped running. The former pharaoh relaxed against his lover. "Thank you, aibou." He said quietly, and then closed his eyes. Fatigue swept over him, and he yawned slightly. "Yugi...do you mind if we sleep now?"

Yugi laughed softly. "No, of course not." Then he went serious. "But, you have to tell me what you did tonight. Not now...but sometime."

"Yugi..." Yami started, but Yugi put a hand over his mouth.

"Promise me, Yami."

A sigh escaped Yami, but he nodded. "I promise to tell you, Yugi." Then he yawned again. "But now...I want to sleep."

Yugi smiled to Yami, and then laid down. With a faint smile, Yami also laid down. He wrapped his arms tightly around Yugi's waist, as if to protect him from the night's darkness. Yami drew a deep breath in order to fell Yugi's scent of roses. Then, he succumbed to the darkness of sleep.

Another time for sleep. Another tear-filled night.

Bedtime Tears.

The End

Imori Mazaki is just a character I made up myself; he doesn't exist in the series.

And that's that! The story, Bedtime Tears, is now over! No, you didn't misread that; it is over! –cheers!-

Honestly, I should have written another chapter, right? --. Well...I just can't. Then this story would be too pulled out. And, when I try to write epilogues, they always turn out crappy! So, thus, I will not write an epilogue.

And, Anzu paid! I didn't kill her though...well, I think I did well anyway! This must have been the hardest story for me to write ever. But, it did turn out okay, didn't it? –looks nervous- Didn't it!

Okay, now, P-L-E-A-S-E leave me a review, and tell me what you thought about this story! Long reviews are very appreciated, and so are short ones!

Now, peace out dudes and dudettes! –throws out chocolate and cookies-in-all-flavours to readers-

-The Blonde Midget!