Title: Choose Your Reality 4?

Author: Sorceress Fantasia

Pairings: Too many to write here; mainly YY/Y

Warnings: AU, slight angst, spoilers for YGO's ending, minor OCs, humour, fluff and sap

Disclaimer: Yugi belongs to Yami who belongs to Yugi who belongs to Yami who belongs to Yugi who belongs to Yami... Ahem, so you get the idea. Anyway, I do not own Yugioh. I own only this plot.

Intro: They say that for every universe that exists, there is another universe that runs parallel to it. But when Yami discovers that, he also finds himself faced with two Yugis: one who sees him as his best friend, and another who loves him more than life itself.

Note: Inspired by a short (one-shot, in fact) manga by Watase Yui, who is also the author for 'Fushigi Yugi' and 'Ayashi no Ceres'. Yugi-tachi are currently 18.

Being Kaiba's personal friend –not to mention close friend- was still a strange idea that Yami had yet to fully wrap his mind around. But it did have its advantages: the doctors at Kaiba Memorial Hospital didn't have the guts to make you into one of their experimental subjects and released you as soon as they deemed it safe. If he had been in another hospital, Yami was sure they would have kept him for as long as possible just to try to figure out why he, a completely healthy, grown man, could just faint dead away on the streets for no reason whatsoever.

But this was Kaiba Memorial Hospital, and he was Kaiba's personal and close friend, so despite the overwhelming despair of the nurses (especially for the newly formed Yugi fanclub that consisted of almost every nurse and even a good number of the doctors, both male and female, in the hospital), Yami found himself discharged a few days after he woke up.

Picking up his small bag of personal possessions, he left the hospital hand-in-hand with Yugi, who happened to be the only one present when Doctor Yamanaka decided to boot Yami out, saying that he was probably just suffering from exhaustion and maybe a bit of memory loss from shock (though she was never sure where the shock came from. Surely, his friends' relationships couldn't be /that/ shocking?).

"So, where are we going?" he asked, more for the sake of filling the silence rather than for curiosity. It wasn't like he couldn't guess; Yugi's worrywart personality dictated that anyone who wasn't feeling well, not to mention someone had just gotten out of hospital, went home to rest.

"Home, of course! You should take a rest," Yugi replied as-a-matter-of-factly.

Bingo. He knew his hikari too well. In fact, Yami had no doubt that if he was to take an examination about all the perks and quirks that made up Yugi, he would ace it blindfolded and tied up.

Yugi turned his amethyst eyes to him.

"Unless there's somewhere else you want to go?"

"N... No. Let's just go home," Yami answered, quickly turning his head away to hide the blush. The sensation of Yugi's soft hand in his own was strange, to say the least, but not unwanted. Definitely not. Hesitantly, he dragged his thumb across the smooth expanse. When the little hikari did not protest, he let out a breath he had not known he was holding, and tightened his grip, further interlacing their fingers. He almost yelled with joy when Yugi responded by rewarding him with a sweet smile and tightened his grip as well.

Unable to help the goofy grin on his face, Yami hastened his pace, eager to get home for a little time alone with his boyfriend now that jii-chan was on vacation in America.

As soon as the door was opened, Yami stepped into their house and took a deep breath.

"It sure feels good to be home. I hate the constant smell of antiseptic in the hospital," he remarked, dropping his bag by the side carelessly and flopping himself onto the sofa. He let out a content little sigh and stretched his body. "Ah, that felt good..."

Yugi joined him in the living room after putting the bag on the table so no one would trip over it. Seeing Yami lounging on the sofa, he grinned.

When Yami opened his eyes after his stretch, the first thing he noticed was the unholy gleam in those amethyst eyes. Instead of getting afraid like most people would when Yugi got that look, Yami wet his lips in anticipation. After a few days with this Yugi, he had learnt that his little lover was quite the minx when it came to their relationship, as shy as he could be in other situations. And it was apparent that Yugi had tamed down their activities while in the hospital, suppressing all his groans and moans whenever they kissed. But now, they were at home, and they were all alone.

Alone. Yami liked the ring to it.

Yugi climbed onto the sofa's arm rest where Yami's legs were, and then slowly, almost painfully so, he crawled up, his hands caressing and rubbing Yami's body as he did. Even though the touches and his body were separated by a layer of clothes, it was still so sensual and sexy that Yami could not stop his body from tightening and his breath from shuddering. He drew an especially sharp breath when Yugi's hands whispered over his inner thighs, bypassed his groin and wandered around his torso.

"Nn... Yugi..."

His hands seemed to have a life of their own when they pulled Yugi up, and pinned him down to his body like twin bars of steel, unwilling and unable to let go. Quickly, he moved in for the kill, swooping in for a taste of those pink lips and allowing his hands to explore. Yugi happily let him.

No matter how times they had kissed, Yami always felt like an explorer discovering virgin lands when he plunged his tongue into Yugi's warm mouth. It was exhilarating; it was exciting; it was elating. It was a heady sensation that always sent spine-tinkling bolts of thrill throughout his entire body, and every nerve, every cell could feel it. The electrifying spasms were much desired and always welcomed. And when their tongues dueled, it was like exploring the previously undiscovered land of joy. It was almost impossible to describe his ecstasy.

Surprising, it was Yami who broke off first.

"I think..." -he panted heavily- "I think that we should stop now. I mean... erm... what I'm saying is..."

Yugi shook his head gently.

"I understand, Yami. You just got home. You must be tired," he said as he started to climb down the sofa. "Why don't you go upstairs and take a nap? I should be in the kitchen by this time anyway. I'll wake you up when it's time for dinner."

Pressing a chaste kiss to Yami's cheek, he started for the kitchen, where the sounds of pans and plates could be heard a few minutes later.

After taking a quick peek to make sure that Yugi wasn't going to come out in a while, Yami sighed and slumped into the sofa like a boneless jellyfish. He willed his heart to stop pounding so hard and his blush –he was sure he was sporting one- to go away. Vaguely, he wondered if he was going to go crazy from the constant closeness and tenderness with his hikari.

It wasn't that he didn't want it. No, he wanted it. He wanted it so desperately that he was willing to do almost anything to have that sort of intimacy with Yugi. But to pine and dream of it was one thing. To actually have the full package all of a sudden was a little overwhelming. And while he knew that he was Yugi's live-in and halfway-to-the-altar boyfriend, he still found it difficult to fully accept that he /really/ was Yugi's live-in and halfway-to-the-altar boyfriend.

Dreams and reality were just so different.

Dream Yugi was a lover who constantly blushed but never shied away from his touches. He was the meek little lover who looked away with a shy smile when Yami gazed at him and the smiling angel who welcomed him into his heart and bed with opened arms. He seldom initiated any sexual acts; instead, he was always waiting for Yami to make the first move and participated sensually when things got heavy.

Reality Yugi was a different matter altogether.

He was the lover who blushed but never shied away. But he wasn't exactly meek. Not really. He smiled the sweetest smile possible for a human when Yami gazed at him, grinned heartily as he welcomed him with opened arms. But it wasn't just his arms that were beckoning for him; Yami could almost see the faint outline of an angel's wings behind Yugi. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. He took the first step when Yami did not and met Yami half-way when Yami was hesitant, participating actively even before things got heavy.

And Yami loved it.

But really, it was too good to be true. And he was never that lucky. Meeting his hikari was the luckiest thing to happen to him in the 5000 odd years, and Yami was sure that alone had maxed out his luck for the next five millenniums. He was never a very lucky person.

He sighed. Slowly, he got off the sofa and dragged himself upstairs. He needed a real nap to get rid of all those depressing thoughts. And maybe he would wake up to find himself back in his world, in the world where Yugi loved Anzu and not him. He sighed again.

Yami had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't dreaming. His room was... a store room. When had it become a store room? There were boxes of stuff stacked up to the ceiling, shelves filled with things he had never seen before, and his bed was missing!

He backed out of the room and peered at the corridor. One, two, three! This /was/ the third door after the stairs! It /was/ his room! So where were his things?

Then suddenly, a stray thought struck him and he considered the idea for a moment. Apparently, it made sense to the agitated ex-pharaoh, so he left the room and headed for the second door after the stairs - Yugi's room - instead.

He cocked his head when he noticed that the room was quite different from what he had remembered from the other world.

There were two sets of almost every piece of furniture; there were two chairs, two tables, two closets, two fans and who knew what else! Well, there were two sets of most stuff except the bed. Yami blushed. The bed was queen-sized. The bed was meant for two people. So he not only shared a room with Yugi, they also shared a bed? And jii-chan let them?

Pushing that errant thought aside for the moment, he looked around more closely. That was when he noticed that where there used to be photos of Yugi and Anzu together was very different. The photo frames were still there – the exact same ones, in fact – but Anzu was not present in all of the photos except the one with the whole gang. And even that photo was different. Yami remembered that photo had only himself, Yugi, Anzu, Jounouchi, Honda and Ryou. Otogi had been absent from school that day and Bakura refused to do anything as girly as posing for a picture, so they weren't in the photo. But this photo... this photo he was holding now... everyone was present. And he did mean everyone.

Apart from the six of them, Otogi, Bakura, Mokuba and even Kaiba were present.

And the photos of Anzu and Yugi together were all replaced by pictures of himself and Yugi. He swept them all with a glance. There was one where he was embracing Yugi from the back and Yugi leaning into him; another one where they were smiling at the camera; one of them hugging each other tightly... and there was even one where Yami was carrying Yugi bridal-style, and Yugi looked like he was a blushing bride on their way to their nuptial room. But they were both smiling.

Still in disbelief, Yami pulled out the drawer where he knew Yugi kept all his gifts from Anzu. Like that ring they had exchanged and that small teddy bear keychain Anzu had gotten Yugi as a memento for a wonderful date at a theme park. Yami raised an eyebrow when the drawer was pulled full out. Everything was gone. In their place were some trinkets, CDs, and small pieces of paper with sweet messages that were signed in his name. He had a feeling that all those were gifts he had given Yugi.

Beside that drawer was another drawer, which he remembered was where Yugi kept his stationery. But when he opened it, it seemed like it was where /he/ kept the things Yugi had given him, as proven by the notes of love that were written in Yugi's neat handwriting. The short phrases like 'I love you', 'I miss you' and 'with hugs and kisses' warmed his heart.

He wondered what else he could find. All of a sudden, it felt like he was playing one of those 'spot the differences' games. But this time, it was a whole room of differences.

In a matter of minutes, Yami discovered that there were little traces of Anzu in the room. There were some small presents from her, all of them being the typical friend-to-friend type of presents and nothing too elaborate. Instead, there were lots of his touches. For instance, he could see there were lots of things in the room that spelt of his taste. They looked like the kind of things he would give him hikari. For instance, leather cuffs, leather chokers, and the likes. Also, all of his personal belongings were in this room as opposed to being in his own room in the other world. And there was twice the amount of hair gel in the room.

He was down to the last place now: the nightstand. In his world, it was where Yugi kept his mandatory two boxes of tissues and some medication. Yugi was always coming down with the flu.

Yami looked at the thing warily, as though it would leap up and bite him. Somehow, he had a feeling he wasn't going to find the tissues and flu meds there because in all the days he had been around this Yugi, he had showed no signs of flu at all.

Slowly, he reached for the handle to the little drawer, his heart pounding.

What he found nearly gave him a heart attack.

Just as he had expected, there were no traces of any tissue boxes – just a few packets - or any medication. Or if there was any, he certainly wasn't looking at them because his eyes were so transfixed on something else that they were almost popping out.

In a weird mix of embarrassment, excitement, astonishment and mildly scandalized, he poked at the neat line of various tubes of lubricant, all new and still in their wrappers. There was kiwi, strawberry, raspberries, citrus and all sorts of other flavours. He was sure that if the stores sold it, they had it. And then there was a half-used tube of strawberry flavoured lube near the end of that line. Actually, there was another tube of that just beside it, but it was all empty. A small voice inside Yami's head noted that maybe strawberry was their favourite flavour, but it was definitely not registering in his head.

Then, his hand acting on its own, he dug passed the lines of lube and found another startling discovery near the back of the drawer: packets and packets of condoms. Well, logically, it shouldn't be so much a startling discovery since he had found the lube, but in Yami's state of shock, everything seemed to be magnified.

So with his jaws slack and looking at the tube of strawberry lubricant and the packet of condom in his hands, he blinked and stayed silent. Finally, he could only utter, "Oh my god..."

And he repeated that for the better part of the next few minutes until a sinful sense of pleasure overtook his shock.

It was a soft, almost inaudible, laugh at first. But it quickly turned into joyful bursts of laughter that caused his shoulders to shudder and his entire frame to shake. When it died down, Yami was still smiling so widely it was unlike his usual cool demeanor.

"Oh my god...! We... we actually have this in our nightstand! And this tube is half-empty! Do we...? Do we actually... do that?" he whispered to himself, his voice shaking with happiness. The part of himself that had continued to worry about the truth of his relationship with Yugi was put to rest; after all, he knew Yugi wasn't the type who slept around, even if the partner was his boyfriend. If Yugi slept with the person, he had to be in love and committed to the relationship. He had to.

Unbidden images swamped his mind in an avalanche, and Yami sighed contentedly. A half-naked Yugi gathering the covers around himself as he sat on the bed and beckoned for him. A naked Yugi wrapped in the covers as he lay on the bed and waited for him. A naked Yugi waving the tube of strawberry flavoured lube and a packet of condom at him while lying on the bed.

He was getting to the part where a naked Yugi was offering the items to him when he heard a voice.

"Yami?"

He nearly jumped, half in guilt and half in surprise.

"Yugi?"

The boy was kneeling in front of him, gazing at him curiously.

"I tried to shout from the kitchen that dinner's ready... But you didn't seem to have heard me. So I came up."

"Oh." That was when Yami noticed that he was still holding onto the lube and condom. Embarrassed enough to want to melt through the floor and not appear for the next century, he quickly tossed them back into the drawer and slammed it shut, much to Yugi's amusement.

"Heh, let's go down for dinner."

All throughout dinner, Yami found it extremely difficult to look at Yugi in the eye. But, the annoying voice inside him piped up, everyone knew about their relationship. Kaiba even called him Yugi's live-in and halfway-to-the-altar boyfriend. A little romping and fooling around was to be expected, wasn't it?

Yami took another bite of the macaroni and cheese.

But Yugi didn't seem like the type who'd sleep with anyone, serious boyfriend or not, before marriage. After all, he was the cute, sweet, innocent one, and everyone knew that. And Anzu even covered his ears whenever Jou or one of the other guys traded lewd jokes. Yugi and Ryou were the only ones to blush like crazy when they had accidentally found a condom in Otogi's bag.

He fed himself another spoonful.

Still, that voice inside him acted up again, Yugi was a teenager, and teenagers were known for their excessive hormonal activities. Furthermore, Jou had effectively destroyed that sweet, innocent image once when he lent Yugi a pornographic film (1). So Yugi wasn't /that/ innocent. It wasn't surprising that he would do what he'd done.

Yami sipped a little water.

And whatever Yugi'd done, it was with him! Him, Yugi's protector and all-around mother hen. Or in Kaiba's words, Yugi's live-in and halfway-to-the-altar boyfriend. Man, he loved the way that sounded! There was a definite charm to it.

"Yami?"

He blinked.

"Are you alright? You've been having this... strange look on your face for the past few minutes. Is dinner bad?"

"No, no..." – he quickly shook his head – "I was just thinking."

"Of what?"

"Stuff!" That was a stupid answer if he knew one, so Yami quickly added, "You know, the doctor said that I have a little memory loss from shock, and I couldn't really recognize some of the things we have in our room, so I was just wondering... maybe you could help jog my memory? Just a bit, you know."

Yugi's face fell.

"Oh... you... really can't remember everything? Do you erm, you know, remember me?"

"Of course I do, hikari! I would never forget you! Anyone but you!"

A smile blossomed on the younger teen's face, and Yami felt himself smiling as well.

"Me too, you know. I would never forget you, Yami," Yugi murmured shyly, peering at him from under his bangs.

And the warmth Yami had never known burst forth from within his body, filling his heart and mind with a caressing whisper. Suddenly, he was filled with the urge to jump across the table and tackle his young lover to the floor with kisses and maybe a bit of fondling.

"So..."

"I guess we could go through some of our photo albums," Yugi suggested. "We do have a lot of them."

"After dinner then."

"Right, after dinner."

Yami thought his life couldn't get any better. After his little discovery in their bedroom and a wonderful dinner his hikari had prepared for him, it was real icing on the cake when he got to curl up with Yugi in their room, flipping through photo albums. He even got to wrap one arm around Yugi's shoulders and press their thighs together, which Yami thought was pure bliss.

"See... these are my parents. Don't know if you remember it, but I've told you about them before," Yugi said, pointing to a particular photo that had two women posing for the camera. One of them had black hair with red ends, and she looked truly like a demure gentle lady. The other, seemingly the more dominant one, had golden hair and an attitude to match.

"Wait... your parents?"

Yugi nodded.

Yami had to remind himself that homosexual relationships were the norm in this world, and bit back the 'how do two females have a child?' comment. Child-birth and pregnancy were probably things that had already been institutionalized. Maybe they had sperm banks or things like that.

"They're beautiful. And I can see where you got your hair from," he replied, carefully tugging a lock of Yugi's soft hair. "Where are they now?"

That was meant to be a conversational topic, but Yami mentally chided himself once that question was out of his mouth. He remembered that Yugi's parents (the other Yugi's) had long turned into dust and ashes, so it was highly possible that they had met with the same fate here. It was at least partially confirmed when he noticed his hikari's eyes glaze over.

"They died in a highway accident when I was only three."

Yami winced.

"I... I'm sorry, hikari."

"Don't be. You just... didn't remember it. Besides, it's been so long. The only memories I have of that time was jii-chan holding me, crying softly, and telling me that my parents weren't coming back," Yugi replied softly, then leaned in closer to Yami to snuggled against his chest. Wrapping his arms around his lover's torso, he released a shaky sigh.

"It's just that... sometimes I wonder how life would be now if they didn't die."

Yami felt his heart ache at the wistful tone.

"Well, for one, I wouldn't have met Jounouchi, Anzu, Honda, Ryou and Otogi. And I wouldn't have met you," he whispered, returning Yugi's embrace and holding him tighter. "I wouldn't be here, with you in my arms now."

"Yami..."

"What would I have done without you?" Yami eyes clouded over, remembering how his life had been in the darkness of the puzzle, chained to swirls of confusion, pain and helplessness. The darkness invaded his soul like a whisper of smoke, slowly at first, so slowly that he did not even recognize its presence. It seeped into his skin, bit by bit, until he was drenched and soaking in it. Then when he finally realized its invasion, he was already drowning in the darkness. It was painful and yet, he could find no will to struggle or to resist. All sense of time lost, Yami just let the shadows continue gnawing at his soul.

The warmth that came was sudden, so sudden that Yami had flinched. He remembered panicking, but even that lasted barely a moment before it flitted away. The warmth came again, carefully nudging him.

Yami blinked. When his eyes focused, all he could see were pools of amethyst, sparkling like stars in the night skies, brimming with concern.

"Yugi?"

Yugi nodded, a smile on his face.

"You wouldn't have done anything. You wouldn't need to. Because I would find you. No matter what, I would find you, and we would live together like we do now."

There was so much sincerity and love in Yugi's voice Yami couldn't help but believe. He tightened his embrace.

It was already close to midnight, and most of the houses around theirs had gone completely dark, but neither seemed to have noticed. They were too caught up in their exploration of memories to care.

Vaguely, Yami wondered how much they had spent on developing all the photos. So far, he had already seen photos of everyone at various events. Birthday parties, graduation party (for Mokuba), friends getting together, their first holiday at Okinawa together, their kisses and hugs... and there was even one of a hotel room with rumpled sheets. Yugi had said, with a deep flush, that it was taken on the morning after. He did not elaborate, except that Yami had booked the room for Valentine's Day.

Yami almost cried out for joy.

"This one. Do you remember when we took it?" Yugi asked, pointing to another photo. "I think this is the only photo we have of our first few years together. We didn't have a camera back then. But a neighbour had one frame left in his roll of film, and he asked if he could take a picture of me. But you wouldn't let me do it alone!" he laughed.

Yami picked up the album, peering intently at the particular photo. Caressing it, he remained silent. There, captured in a still moment, was himself looking confused and Yugi looking considerably younger. How confused he looked, and how young Yugi looked. Much too confused to look like him, and much too young than he could remember.

It felt otherworldly in his hands.

Finally, he asked, "How old were you?"

"13, I guess."

"But… you hadn't finished the puzzle then. You only finished it when you were 17."

"No, I didn't. I finished the puzzle when I was 12."

"12?" Yami cried. He remembered the day Yugi had finished the puzzle. It was a month after his 17th birthday, and a day before truly befriending Jounouchi. He had quickly inhabited Yugi's body, taking over even to finish off Ushio, the school bully who had threatened and beat up Yugi. But apparently, it was different here.

Yugi nodded.

"Yeah. I was 12 then, with no real friends whom I could have a heart-to-heart with and a whole bunch of admirers who couldn't see the real me. And then you appeared out of the puzzle, gave me your friendship, protected me and loved me. You were the best friend I could ever hope for. Still are, in fact. And this one," –he quickly pointed to another photo- "was taken the day after we confessed to each other. Our first day as a couple!"

Yami ignored the mad pounding of his heart and asked, "How old were you?"

"15!"

Good, at least he wasn't a pedophile. But he still had to know something. Just how different was this world to his?

"Yugi... what happened after I appeared? Did I share a body with you?"

"Share a body with me? Well, most of the time, you don't do that. It makes it difficult for us to touch each other."

Big difference here, Yami thought. If he could materialize his body early on instead of having to wait for divine intervention, maybe Yugi would have become his a long time ago and Anzu wouldn't even have a chance.

"So... what happened immediately after I appeared?"

Yugi giggled.

"I remember being so surprised by your sudden appearance I fell off my chair. And then you rushed to my side to make sure I was okay," he paused, seemingly lost in his memories again. But then he came back around, and offered a smile so dazzling it almost made Yami sigh in awe.

"When I saw how worried and concerned you were, I knew at that moment you were different from everyone else. That you would protect and truly love me. And you did. Everyone else just thought I was some magnificent masterpiece, either to be put on the highest pedestal and worshipped, or to be stolen and owned, kept away from everyone else. You can hardly imagine the number of times I've been stalked, followed, almost kidnapped and all those stuff!" he chuckled.

"But you... you saw me differently. You saw me as a person, a person made of flesh and blood. You're the only person other than jii-chan to see that. Even Jounouchi and the others think of me as an angel sometimes. But I'm not. Angels roam the skies and clouds, and I walk on the land just like any other man. I'm just Yugi. I'm just me," he murmured softly, cupping Yami's cheeks in his hands and quietly caressing his face.

Yugi's amethyst eyes shimmered with the deepest of emotions and with the purest of sincerity. In an instant, Yami thought, all the darkness in heart and soul were chased away by the bright light that was his Yugi. Despite what the hikari thought about himself, there was little doubt in Yami's mind that he was an angel of earth, born of the heavens but bred on the ground. And with every step he took, he only left a trail of happiness behind. It was no coincidence that his angel had been brought to earth; he was meant to salvage his soul and dissipate his darkness.

It was Yugi who broke the silence.

"How do you do that?"

Yami blinked.

"Do what?"

"Look at me, like you haven't seen me everyday for the past 6 years."

Because I haven't. Not in the last year. You've been out so much.

But Yami did not say anything. Instead, he captured Yugi's lips in a tender kiss.

-tbc-

(1) This actually happened in book 1, chapter 2 of the manga.

A/N: So now we see just how much this Yugi loves Yami. It's been another fluffy chapter, but the angst will set in soon! Time for a bit of torture... Heh heh. For anyone who still doesn't understand the difference between this world and the other world Yami came from, basically it's like this:

In this world: Yugi solved the puzzle when he was 12, whereupon they became friends (protector/charge) immediately (protects him not from school bullies but from obsessed stalkers; Yugi is deemed as too cute to be true in this world). Yami materialized his physical body by himself (instead of divine intervention) and they became a couple at 15.

In the other world: Yugi solved the puzzle when he was 17, and Yami inhabited his body. Basically, it's the anime that we know. The only difference is that Yami did not leave for the afterlife, and he received a physical body so he can stay with Yugi.

Replies to reviews:

citrus luver - Is this world perfect enough? Ho... and Yami is getting it all! But like I said, the angst is going to set in real soon.

Soul Dreamer - Thanx! The next chapter will take a while though.

Yamishadowcat 22 - Updated! Like this chapter?

xamosy - himeno-chan! You haven't been around as much lately! Anyway, Yami's shock about everyone switching partners has worn off pretty much by now, but the things he found in the nightstand is going to shock him for a while more... Heh.

Sansi - Yups! This fic is getting to be pretty long. Currently, I'm guessing it willhave around 10 chapters. Heh... I don't just write one-shots you know/sniggers/

vixenia - Updated! Thanx!

Kailyssia - What's happened to the other Yami? Well... you'll see. /continues to plot/ Thanx for the review!

Hikari Skysong - Heh, they're kissing more in this chapter! Good, ne? At least Yami is really, really happy about it! Ha...