Disclaimer: Okay, everyone here class? Yes? Good. Now let us proceed. I will now write down some notes on the board. - scribble, scribble- and you, random person in the first row, read them out loud to me. RPITFR: "Remo Con is completely broke and living no where near Japan. She owns more books then necessary, but nothing pertaining to Yu-Gi-Oh. She merely borrows them to toy with them and cause them all misery." -glare- "I mean, make them all completely happy." Better.

LAST CHAPTER!

Chapter 10: Wrap Things Up

Things were getting lighter. It was bit like waking up from the strangest dream of his life, but as Joey blinked, he wondered if maybe he wasn't dreaming now. He had just been in the car with Seto to find spell books…

But Seto didn't believe in magic, so why would they have been doing that?

Why had they been doing that?

He blinked again, trying to rack his brain from any memories. Something about Yami…Yami being missing…but had it just been Yami? And someone had died and someone was kidnapped and someone was hooking up…but none of it was connected.

It was the third blink that cleared his eyes up- or blinded him. All he knew after that was it was very, very white. And it was with the fourth blink he became aware of the ache that seemed to permeate every bone in his body. He wanted to open his mouth to ask what was going on, but he couldn't seem to get any words out.

But he could look down to find himself lying in what could only be a hospital bed; an IV stuck in his arm.

His mind reeled for a moment. Which one was reality? That place with that girl, the one with red eyes, or this bed?

Was he dead?

It took two more blinks for someone to be at his side.

"Joey," Tristan said softly. "Joey, can you hear me? Are you awake, buddy?"

Yeah, moron, he tried to say. But he didn't think that the tiny rasp that came out instead constituted as a proper replacement. Damn, he thought. It was like he hadn't spoken in weeks.

He cleared this throat as tried again.

"Yeah," he managed to whisper. Then, as an afterthought, "I think."

Tristan smiled at him…but were those tears?

"Are ya cryin'?" Joey whispered hoarsely.

"Nah man," Tristan tried to fib. He thought better of it. "Just a little, but you don't know how good it is to see you finally awake."

"Tris, what…do ya mean?" Perhaps it was time to stop speaking for a while. Generally when it started to hurt, that was a bad sign.

"You mean you don't remember?" Tristan said, looking trouble. Joey shook his head slightly.

That hurt too, he noted. All right, no more moving.

"Tristan, what are you still doing here? I thought you had already gone home for today."

Screw that no talking thing- briefly, anyway.

"Seto," Joey said as loudly as he could. Which really wasn't very loud, but it go the desired effect.

"Joey?" Seto said, uncertainly. Joey couldn't see him, but with Tristan's big head in the way, it was hardly his fault.

Almost as if reading his best friend's mind, Tristan moved aside, giving Joey a clear view of his boyfriend. But, was Seto crying too?

What was going on?

"Yeah, he's awake," Tristan said, smiling even bigger. "So, I'll give you too some time to catch up."

"Thanks," Seto said quietly as Tristan shut the door behind him.

"Seto," Joey whispered again. Immediately he was at the bed.

"How are you feeling?" Seto asked softly.

"Like shit," Joey murmured. Seto gently ran his hand over Joey's forehead. He chuckled a little.

"I'm not surprised, getting hit by a car will do that too you." This time Joey found he couldn't blink. This was what it was like to be frozen in shock.

"What?" he croaked.

"Getting hit by a car will do that to you," Seto repeated, assuming an expression eerily similar to Tristan's just moments before. "Don't you remember?" Joey could only give the same response.

"What happened?" Joey demanded hoarsely.

"I should really get a doctor, now that you've woken up," Seto said, refusing to meet Joey's gaze.

"Please," Joey pleaded. That was the last thing he could say. "Please."

For a second he thought Seto wasn't going to answer him, but then came a sigh and an explanation follow it he could hardly believe.

"You've been in a coma for almost a month, Joey. You were hit by a car. Which is somewhat ironic, since this happened as we were coming out of Yami's funeral. I had stopped to talk with Yugi for a moment, and you kept walking…and you weren't paying attention. I don't know what the driver's excuse was." He stopped for a moment, looking down Joey, to make sure he was okay with hearing more.

Joey was more than okay. He had to know. Yami's funeral?

"About a week before your accident, it was Yami and Yugi's anniversary. We think that he had been out shopping for a present and on the way to the store, a truck hit him…but he didn't make it.

"In an ironic twist, the woman driving it was named Kira, and apparently her parents had worked for my step-father. I had actually known her for a few months as a child." Seto grimaced in disgust. "I hadn't known at the time she would end up an alcoholic.

"I'll go get a doctor now."

Forget blinking, Joey was finding it difficult to breathe. It had all been a dream, a dream based on the bare minimum of facts hovering in the back of his mind.

But it had all seemed so real…

As far as he was concerned, it didn't seem like reality was any better.

Author Notes: I bet you didn't expect that to be the ending. Soon an epilogue will be posted up, tying up all the loose ends. Sorry it took so long to update -sweatdrops- I admit, that was bad. I apologize...and I admit, I lied about the chapter summary last time...but to make the end a surprise, I had to. And thank you so much for the reviewslast chapter! Remo

Time-Again: I am sorry it took so long to update, but I had a bit of trouble writing this chapter, and I was worried about how this would go over...but at least you enjoyed last chapter, which I am glad for. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to save the story in the epilogue...-crosses fingers-

mandapandabug: my excuse for not updating? School newspaper and all the troubles that trying to start one has caused -scowls- stupid school and everyone associated with it...and I don't know whether you remember me whining about my sister's story or not, but in the end -grins- it was brilliant. In the last chapter she made it a dream and threw in the faces of all the Yami/Anzu fans a big fat Yami/Seth finished with just a dabble of mpreg (well, I gave her the idea, but she recieved the flames for it...hehehe). So it wasn't all bad, I suppose. But you're right about the decline of Seto/Jou fans, everywhere I look under people's least favorite couples for YGO I see it -grumbles- stupid mob mentality...hey, I like Latin- if it wasn't for Latin we wouldn't have other languages like Italian...and if I go to Vatican City I can use it -grins- though that's about it...and kind of like with Artist's Window, all the loose ends will be wrapped up in the epilogue...assuming, of course, after the way it ended you don't hunt me down and kill me, there's always that possibilty too...(and on a side note, I promise to send you the next chapter of Holiday From the Ordinary in about one to two weeks! Honestly, I'm working on it, albeit very, very slowly, and for that I apologize)

So, this is almost the complete end. Wasn't it bad? -nods sadly- -then proceeds to run very, very far away-