Disclaimer: Same as always, my friends

Author's Note: Oh all that is holy, I get to go home! So for all you that care (and by thunder there is getting to be quite a few of you) I am going on hiatus for my reading week. It's only a week, but I get to go back home to the other side of the country and visit with my family. Sorry, but no updates, and this stupidly short chapter that I write while I wait for my plane. (Did I mention I hate flying?)


Yugi sighed and rubbed his hand over the side of the coffee mug he was holding lightly. His tea had long ago gone cold, and he sat impatiently as he waited for Ryou to finish his phone call. The young boy looked absently towards the window, and a shudder ran up his spine as his gaze swept over the grey curtains. Quickly, he turned away, swirling the Sencha Sakura tea in his mug to try and keep his interest on not splashing it up over the rim.

For Ryou, it was sheer luck that Yugi did not pull open the curtains and look on the street below. For there, the white haired boy panted, trying to get his breath back in his lungs as he was hunched over, his hands on his knees. Ryou grinned down at his miss-matched socks despite the fact that the timer on his watch was running already past the fifteen minute mark. He drew himself up and stretched gingerly, the cramp in his side aching as he did so. His chocolate brown eyes were amused as he mentally noted that everything in the plan was set. It would all come together soon.

Although his backpack was now lighter, it still pulled on his shoulders that were damp with sweat. Shouldn't have worn a sweatshirt, Ryou mused to himself. Would Yugi notice if I changed clothes? He shrugged and looked up at the open window he had come down through. It was up on the second floor, about 20 or 30 feet above his head. The stucco wall was bare except for the tiny windows. Ryou suddenly turned a sick shade of white, and thought for sure that he would pass out on the concrete. There was one aspect of his plan that he had not thought out quite perfectly. If he couldn't use the door, and the window was…

Then how in Ra's name was he going to get back in?


Ha! That amused me. Well, I would ask you to review, but it is so short and I feel so guilty that I hope you don't and it serves me right. (I suppose you could just leave a short review…)