((Thank you to those who have, and are starting to show interest in this Fic! Enjoy! Please Read and Review. I've put a lot of work and thought into this chapter. I'm doing my best to keep you on your toes. I hope this chapter meets or exceeds your expectations. I had fun with this chapter. Just as much fun as I've had with the rest of this Fic! Dealing with work, and the fic rotation process.

This is a Yami only chapter. Yuugi's chapter is up next! Warnings: Language, Sexual Refrence))

"It was nice of Seto to let Yuugi fly back with him to Japan before going to America." Marik smiled pouring himself some orange juice. "I wonder if Yuugi will be staying with his grandfather, or else where that month he's in Japan."

"It doesn't mater because Seto assured us that he had accommodations." Isis was already at the table eating cereal. "Besides, Samantha will be back in America."

Marik sat down. "Did Yuugi ever say anything to you or Seto after she preformed her promise to him."

"Yuugi hasn't said a word to either of us." Isis sighed as she fished out of the rest of the flakes from the milk. "So we are still clueless about what her promise was."

Marik nodded his head, and then finished the last of the orange juice. "Since that day, something's been different about the Pharaoh."

Isis stood up, and collected her bowl and his glass putting them into the dishwasher. "I have noticed it to."

There conversation was put to a stop as Yami entered the kitchen. He grabbed an apple and then headed back into the hall way opening the door. Marik got up, and followed after him. "Pharaoh where are you off to in such a hurry?"

Yami kept on walking, chewing up the bite of apple. "To the store. Since Yuugi is back in Japan I am allowed to do that alone aren't I?"

Marik jogged to catch up to Yami so they were side by side. "You never minded my company before."

"You never been so intent on getting me talk before." Yami hissed. He had finished the apple and threw the core into the stores outside trashcan. He opened the door for himself.

Marik caught the door just as it was about to slap him in the face; it was if Yami let it go on purpose. "We are just worried about you. You haven't been the same since the day you watched Yuugi duel." He growled low in his throat. "Pharaoh." He hissed.

"Fuck Off." Yami hissed. Marik persisted after Yami. Both of them remained silenced as Yami proceeded down the isle that contained drink mixes. Yami stopped when he reached the selection of hot chocolate.

Yami was reminiscing over the first time he and Yuugi had discovered the enchantments of hot chocolate. It was a chilly winter evening, and they had a spat over the color of bedding the choices being crimson or amethyst. It was pointless really because Yuugi had insisted on amethyst because it matched his eyes, and Yami had insisted on crimson because it matched his. In the end they decided it best to go with a creamy sandy brown. His mind drifted back over the thought of hot chocolate and how Yuugi had insisted he drink a cup because Yami in the heat of the spat had stormed out in the snow and come back chilled to the bone. The moment the dark chocolate had met his lips he felt warm and calm enough to melt onto the sofa. It took Yuugi's hands running through his hair to bring him back into reality. The second cup included marshmallows, which acted like an aphrodisiac on him. Within moments of the chocolate white puff melting in his mouth he was on top of Yuugi, and soon caring him to their new sheets. And, oh how those silky sheets slid around their naked bodies when they did make up.

Marik watched Yami study the boxes. He watched carefully as Yami scanned the boxes. It was as if Yami knew what he was looking for, but couldn't find it. Then he saw a smirk cross Yami's lips, and a spark in his eye. Yami picked up his favorite brand, and flavor: dark chocolate. "Yami, your acting as if you about to get intimate with the hot chocolate." Marik's concerned voice was barely above a whisper. He tapped Yami's shoulder. The last thing he needed was an on looker.

Yami blinked a couple times as he held the box. Despite the small stream of tears, flushed cheeks, he was somewhat relaxed as he looked over at Marik. "The day we dueled I saw him Marik."

"I know you saw him." Marik rolled his eyes because that didn't take an Instine to figure out. "Remember I was there." Yami shook his head, and hugged the box of hot chocolate. Marik had a look of curiosity. "If you start making out with that box I'm going to denounce you as my Pharaoh and you will be one servant short."

Yami sighed, and then looked from the box to Marik. "I kissed him."

"You were never around Yuugi. And, there is no way he could get into our apartment without Isis or myself knowing. Besides such contact would null your contract." Marik sighed at the delusional form of Yami. "Let's just pay for it and get out of here before someone things we are a couple of nuts." Marik tugged at Yami's shirtsleeve.

Yami took a couple steps forward, but persisted the topic. "Our minds connected Marik." Yami sighed. "You wanted me to talk, and now that I am you think I'm a loon."

Marik stopped mid isle as it dawned on him. This must have been the gift Samantha was referencing to. The puzzle had allowed Yami and Yuugi a moment. Not a moment that people could see, but one they could. It was a private moment just between them. It was Yuugi's greatest clue, but would he be able to put the puzzle together. Their minds were after all their original connection point of the puzzle. "Pharaoh you are far from a loon." Marik smiled. "Want to tell me anything else about this little mind connection you two shared."

Yami shook his head. "I've shared enough of it for you to know what changed me. It was our moment, and I want to keep it that way." They had finally made it to the register to pay for the box of hot chocolate.

"Didn't you forget the marshmallows?" Marik smiled.

"I only eat marshmallows around Yuugi because for me they are an aphrodisiac." Yami grinned mischievously.

The lady at the register ignored the two's conversation. She told them their total, and Yami handed her exact change. It was a slower pace back to the house. Yami had gone to his room with his box of hot chocolate. He'd have a cup later, but for now he wanted a nap. Marik went to Isis to discuss his discovery.