I wanted to post this one early since last week was Thanksgiving i didn't want it to conflict with the holidays...
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Chapter LXIV: Frenzy
If the rooftop garden was a secret world, a small secluded space for all things wet and wild and growing, then the palazzo gardens and surrounding grounds were a bright, bold and beautiful universe. Inaugurated by the river roaring down the mountain and over the cliffs, rivulets fed into large vegetable gardens, thick with leafy vegetables and berry bushes, woodland groves, and a small fishing pond off the kitchens. The surrounding lawns enclosed rich, pleasure gardens surrounded by thick, leafy hedges and an orchard with rolling hills of soft sweet-smelling grass and waves of purple flowers, Timaeus had called heather. The tall cliffs cast a shadow over the lower valley where a thinner stream split though a lovely woodland grove like a squiggly blue snake and fed into a large pond. There were flower gardens outside the arcades: all colors and shapes snuggled together in lovely blankets outside doors, spiraling up pillars and spilling happily out of pots. The backyard, an enormous orchard, was a riot of blossoming fruit trees and bushes: pink, white and purple flower clusters grew thick on every branch and scattered like a mythical blizzard with the slightest breeze. Though more cultivated and not as wild and natural as their roof top sanctuary, everything seemed to grow as it pleased, but there was tidiness, an almost ruthless efficiency to the neatness that made it nonetheless spectacular.
With childish curiosity and wide-eyes wonderment, Yugi stepped out onto the thick, springing grass, giggling as the plush softness kissed between his bare toes. Having only glimpsed it upon his arrival, the excitement and anticipation was a living thing inside him, bursting and eager to wander and explore. And wander and explore, he did, and with the spirited exuberance that Timaeus had come to love and expect of him.
He raced barefoot through the field, disappearing among the sea of green grass and lavender, heather white-caps. The afternoon light glowed soft and turned the fields a lively viridian that sparkled in places like scattered emeralds. More than once Yugi pointed out a rabbit or a fox, he spotted skipping through the grasses, and gathered armfuls of fresh, fragrant flowers to decorate their rooms. Within an hour, Timaeus had at least two armfuls, and was struggling to carry them and would've dropped Yugi's third bushel had the gardeners took pity on them.
Then he spotted the grove. Sprinting down the hills, he leapt across the bridge and found himself surrounded by trees, but unlike the uniform palms and thickets of the desert, trees of all dimensions and shapes spouted like a great sylvan city. Slender willows curved and curled like dancers, oaks stood tall and strong like proud sentinels, great beeches with their gnarled trunks and long arms spread dappled light across the twinkling streams, and thick maples and woody hazels boasted crowns of green star or tear-shaped leaves. It was bright and airy and magical, and Yugi delighted himself in splashing in the stream, racing through trees, or catching fuzzy catkins and spiraling seeds. By the time Timaeus, caught up to him, he was already climbing from one tree to another. Then he leaped and delighted when Timaeus dove to catch him, laughing at the man's exasperated glower. His dress was a mess of dirt and bark, leaved clung to his air and he smelt of moss and leaves. Feeling rascally, Timaeus dropped him in the stream, on principal and nearly chocked on a snort when Yugi sprang up, shrieking. Yugi puffed up his cheeks in aggravation, but all Timaeus saw, as he caught his charging lover, was the pretty pink stain blooming across his face.
Later they found themselves sitting by the pond. Or rather, Timaeus sat, and Yugi lied on his belly, watching the fish swim, wiggled his fingers in the water, chased the frogs through the reeds and studied the ducks and geese longingly as the ascended into the sky. Briefly, Timaeus wondered if the pond reminded him of the sacred lake and made a note to return in summer when the water lilies were in bloom. All the while, Timaeus followed, eyes bright with admiration. More than once, he found himself lingering back, content to watch his little one explore, but Yugi would have none of it, and he'd find himself victim to those demanding hands and impatient eyes.
Insistent little thing.
More than once Yugi would take his hand and eagerly point out the strangeness of the trees, compare the birds and beasts to the ones of his homeland and ask for the names of ones he did not recognize. More than once, they would pass a small steam or puddle and Yugi would jump and splash if for no other reason than to get Timaeus and himself wet. When they found a shady grove to relax in, Yugi would relax for all a minute before he could become restless and start dancing, a fierce, wild sort of dance that had no rhythm or routine and was all the more wonderful for its chaos. Timaeus would laugh and hum horribly off-cue tunes, until Yugi fell over laughing. He had not been lying when he said he had no ear for music.
It was…wonderful. Timaeus honestly could not remember the last time he had simply stepped outside and enjoyed the surrounding grounds, more content in the quiet and solitude of the roof top garden. These places, however, were by no means quiet: with the whistle of wind through grass and the rattling rustle of branches and leaves, an orchestra of bird melodies and a chorus of frog songs, the splash of ducks flapping their wings, and the serene twinkling of the rivers and streams. It was sweet and musical, and the harmony suited his little Yugi perfectly.
The orchard was his favorite, Timaeus decided, watching Yugi race through the avenue of fruit trees. All shyness melted away and he fluttered and danced about without restraint beneath a downpour wind-shaken petal. He was like a butterfly, Timaeus realized, all light and love and laughter. It was one of the things, Timaeus realized, he loved most about his sweet Yugi.
Other girls were quiet and reserved, secretive like the night in their heart's desire, but Yugi was bold and bright, and passionate like a glittering star. Others treaded the gardens carefully in their slippers and silks, but Yugi raced barefoot and giddy across the muddy grass. Not walk, he ran: scampering about in the same fearless fashion as a squirrel climbed trees.
Timaeus snorted. Squirrel certainly fit him, he thought watching Yugi slip behind the trees and disappear up the branches. But fox, suited him better: clever little wit—and more mischievous than anyone, Timaeus had ever met. Playing along, Timaeus stalked behind the shady trunks, and cast a quick glance for any sign of movement. A stray beam of daylight caught the silver of his robes, and he swallowed a curse. It was bright and shiny in the fading daylight, a disadvantage compared to the smooth green velvet of Yugi's dress. A squeak was heard and Timaeus pounced—landing face-first in a pile of petals and grass. Another repressed giggle betrayed his location. Timaeus rolled over and spotted Yugi clinging to the branch, a hand closed tightly over his smiling mouth.
"Oh, you truly are a nymph!" he shook his head in a tone that was just as much affection as it was exasperation.
Yugi cocked his head in that bird-like way he did when he was curious. "What's a nymph?" A curious question that was in no way coy, though with that glint in Yugi's eyes, Timaeus would not be surprised.
"It is a wood sprite," he explained.
"What is a wood sprite?"
Timaeus exhaled in a long, deep series of chuckles. "It is a creature the lives in the trees who tends to take the form of a young, beautiful woman and is notorious for its mischievous nature and merciless flirtations." He explained and did not mistake the brightness suddenly coming to Yugi's eyes as anything other than absolute cunning.
"And you think I am one of them then?" he curled about the branch with impressive balance. The cockiness did not last, when he slid over too far and slipped. Expecting this, Timaeus lunged forward and caught him before he could screech.
Shaken for only a moment, Yugi looked up, straight into Timaeus' smirking face.
"Yes, you are," he ground out, rough and raw: his arousal still hot in his blood from their earlier play. "You are in every inch a wild, reckless imp who thinks he can tease me and not face the consequences." With agonizing slowness, he set Yugi down on a blanket of grass and flower petals. His hands slid down Yugi's clothed sides, his bare hips, his spread naked thighs, enjoying every squeak and moan his touch enticed.
"Especially with leaves and flowers in your hair, my naughty little spriteling."
With that, he captured Yugi's lips in a hot, hungry kiss. Yugi pressed again just as demanding and his hands instinctively tangled in Timaeus' hair, clearly still burning from before. His hips bucked, and his knee shoved at his side intending to roll them over. Knowing what he planned, Timaeus ceased his hands and shoved Yugi flat on his back, deepening their kiss when Yugi lips parted in a gasp. If Yugi thought Timaeus would surrender so easily he was in for a rude awakening to the truth of his nature.
Skillful fingers slipped between the slits of Yugi's dress and explored. Yugi's response was a loud, breathless moan. Then they dipped lower, lower teasing, caressing, circling, probing his most secret crevices. Breaking the kiss, to moan, Yugi grabbed fistfuls of Timaeus' hair and pulled. Spurred and excited by the pain, Timaeus buried his fingers deeper: dug, spread and curled.
"Ah! Tim," With a breathless scream, Yugi bucked his hips. Quivering thighs spread wider in anticipation and invitation. His name on Yugi's lips, in that gasping voice, wild and wanton with want, that spark of arousal was now a conflagration. Blaze so wild and combustible inside him, passion burst behind his green and pearl eyes, so bright they could've been dragon slits. Triumphant and wild-eyed, Timaeus' fingers returned, no longer flexing but thrusting.
"Tim…" Yugi gasped his next scream. Again, those fingers thrust.
"Tim…"—and thrust again.
"Tim..."—and again.
"TIM!" Finally, they found their mark and Yugi arched his spine with a scream.
Catching Yugi as he collapsed, Timaeus kissed him and they fell together against the grass: faces flushed, flesh hot, lips bruised and ready. Pulling him close, Timaeus rubbed his face in Yugi's hair, inhaled. He smelt of earth and moss and leaves and pomegranates and all things wild and untamed. That sweet, sweet smell that was wholly and completely Yugi.
Drunk on the aphrodisiac of Yugi's scent, Timaeus hiked up his skirts and undid his own lacings.
Half-lidded eyes shadows violet by lust and love met his. His words were a whisper, rough and raw with wanting and longing. "Timaeus…please."
Hot blooded and reckless of caution, Timaeus slid his arm under the small of Yugi's back and spun him onto his front. His arm tightened around his waist and forced, Yugi to his hands and knees. He came up behind him, balancing his weight on his free arm and slipping between Yugi's legs, spreading his thighs wide.
"W-wait—" Yugi gasped, blushing with surprise and uncertainty, but his body was eager and excited. "What are you—oh!" He blushed darker. The evidence of Timaeus' arousal pressing hotly against him, and Timaeus hoped he'd take pride in the fact he had aroused such desire from him.
He slipped, slowly, inside him: sinking inside that hot, hot welcoming channel until he was completely sheathed. He groaned in pleasure, voice turning rough and raw as every glorious inch of himself was consumed in that soft, silken, scolding heat pressed and molded and utterly constricted. His fingers curling with rapturous torment: one in the ground, one in Yugi's hips.
Yugi's face flushed, his breathing heavy, his mind dizzy. Heat enwrapped his entire body. "Aren't you supposed to…" He tried to speak, but it was so hard to speak, to think, to breathe with Timaeus inside him.
Timaeus slowly opened his eyes and gazed down. That soft, subtle body already trembling with desire, molding against his, and he found he rather like the way Yugi's spine curled against his chest, the way his backside slid every so subtle between his thighs, the way Yugi's own thighs quaked and quivered against his legs. But none of that compared to his eyes: half-lidded and darkened with lust like midnight pools under moonlight, they were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. But the way they gazed up at him over his shoulder, the way they sparkled and clouded, the way they absolutely shinned as they pleaded…
A wild smile slit Timaeus' face. Pressing a hot, heaving kiss to Yugi's blushing red nose, he whispered "There's more than one way to make love, sweetling." His voice grated. "Did you not know?"
And this was the oldest, wildest, most primal way to make love to someone, and Timaeus was eager to show Yugi, just how much he stirred the wildness, the beast, the dragon within him.
Embarrassed, Yugi buried his shame-burnt face into his arms.
Timaeus chuckled and kissed his neck, whispering in a voice as soft and dark as velvet "It seems I've much to teach you, atashe-del-am."
With that comforting kiss and breathless warning, Timaeus filled Yugi's body in a single, solid thrust.
Air exploded from Yugi's lips in a burst of sound, a scream as something inside him burst. He was given no reprieve: Timaeus withdrew, fast and hard, his pulsing arousal dragging against that scolding, silken warmth, clenching him tight. Then slammed back in just as forcefully, setting a wild, reckless pace that had Yugi whimpering, moaning and clawing in screaming abandon. Angling his lips, in just the right way, Timaeus pressed deeper against him parting his thighs wider with each erratic, solid thrust. A loud, elated moan was Yugi's only response.
"Enjoying yourself, love?" Timaeus practically purred in his ear, retracting slowly, antagonizing: a sharp contrast to his animalistic love-making that left Yugi waiting and wanting.
Yugi shuddered, aching with need. "You're so cruel, Timaeus."
Were it anyone else, the indignant pout would've earned a furious apology, but Timaeus saw the glint into sparkling, jeweled eyes.
"Aye," Timaeus teased, sliding the warmth of his weight along the curve of Yugi's back, feathering gentle kisses along the roof of his spine, the base of his neck, along his shoulders. "You've awakened the dragon, my little one." Then he was moving again, the pace slowing but not stopping and Yugi found himself surrendering—but it wasn't enough. With a herculean effort, he stretched his legs wider: an invitation as well as a command.
"Did you enjoy him?" Timaeus asked, innocent and sweet, torturing Yugi with more slow, tender thrusts.
"I did—" He dragged out the vowel. "I do!"
A growl rumbled from somewhere deep in Timaeus' throat. Pride and pleasure fired his blood and set his skin ablaze, awakening that primal part of him. A live spark screaming demanding he take and bite and claim. That sweet, subtle body molded against his, and Timaeus felt the locks of his control loosen but not yet snap.
"Ah," Timaeus stilled, dragging out the word and griping Yugi's hip tight. "So, you do enjoy it when I'm like this?" he arched his hips but did not move.
"Ye-ES!" Yugi shuddered at the feeling of fullness, hot, burning, pulsating inside of him. He needed more. He needed movement, craved it like a starving man.
A rough, throaty groan. A victorious chuckle. "Well…" The word came out harsh and grating. "Since you enjoy it so much..." He flashed a toothy grin, feeling more victorious when Yugi's eyes flashed wide: a combination of surprise, insight and anticipation.
Timaeus withdrew so sharply that Yugi gasped. It transformed into a scream when he ceased Yugi by the hips and pulled him back into his next thrust. Oh, how Yugi moaned. The sound so beautiful, so demanding, so hungry that the last lock shattered, and the dragon burst free. Timaeus surrendered to the beast: rocked his hips and angles against that heavenly spot inside that had Yugi screaming, clawing and absolutely shuddering. His hips nudged, desperate to keep up, his weak arms struggled to lift him, his lower body trembled under the relentless love-making, but even as he tried to arch up, overwhelmed with pleasure, Timaeus did not relent. His bruising grip hauling him back and forth to meet every passionate arc of his hips. Every push, every pull accentuating his fullness as that sweet, sweet body curled and begged and writhed under his touch.
He could feel it as Yugi trembled, steeled his grip as that soft subtle body convulsed and surrendered under the intensity, willingly to the ride of ecstasy literally thrust upon him. His bracelets jingling, as he collapsed and buried his face and arms in the pillow of grass and flower.
Timaeus paused, spying the gold and silver bracelets peeking out of Yugi's sleeves through the haze of passion and pride. A smile, wicked with triumph curled his lips. Knowing that those were his wedding gifts, his medallions, evidence that Yugi was his and no one else, spurred something dark, and wild and possessive inside him.
"You are mine," he said, devouring him: pouring all his lust, his love, his desire, his greed, his passion, his want into his little lover until his own body shuddered with the force of it.
Beneath him Yugi absorbed it all with a shuddering moan of rapturous delight. Even through the haze of pleasure, Yugi heard the command, the possession in that voice, and shivered in approval. "I'm yours," he whispered, daring a look over his shoulder.
Timaeus watched him: his spine arching, his hips shaking, his knees and thighs trembling, and his hands sank deep into the dirt, Great Leviathan he was beautiful.
Beautiful, and sensual…and mine. He thought greedily, All mine.
Oh, how those eyes, burned. Green and bestial, iridescent and wild, like the plants and wildness around them, reflecting each shade until Yugi's whole world turned that color. He met those eyes in a desperate warning. Even through his dragon's eyes, Timaeus understood and, hoisting Yugi's body up to meet his stole his lips in a final kiss, a final touch, a final thrust.
They finished with a shattering scream and dropped. Timaeus caught Yugi in his arms just before they collapsed, drained and panting. Tame to exhaustion, the dragon receded, and it took several second for Timaeus' vision to clear.
Great Wings of Leviathan, he swore as a wave of dizziness overcame him, his own strength depleted, and his limbs liquefied, even as he held Yugi tight. His mind was a wash of things, and vaguely he felt the burning sensation of Yugi's tightness clench around him. Summoning the last of his strength, he withdrew slowly. His limbs screamed in protest, and it was only with a herculean effort that he kept himself from collapsing. The boy beneath him shuddered with a whimper of pain.
"Are you alright?" he asked, half-dazed, his body numb.
"Yes, I'm alright," Yugi nodded breathless and blushing. He looked away shyly, though his lips tugged into a small smile. "I just…uh…" he paused, red-cheeked and grinning. "Didn't expect you to be so ruthless…I…kind of liked it." He rubbed his arms nervously blushing in a way as if it were still a bit naughty.
With a heavy sigh of relief, Timaeus carefully rolled him over and pulled him into his chest, smiling. "I am pleased you enjoyed yourself." His heart fluttered when Yugi relaxed in his embraced, content to simply hold him, to sniff his hair and stroke slow, loving circles over the base of his spine. Well into the evening, the setting sun cast a warm shadow over the grass, but the air was just cool enough to be comfortable. The perfect time to simply…be, Timaeus thought.
"Timaeus," Yugi's voice broke the tranquility, a quiet, nervous question. "Does it…does it ever stop?" He pulled himself up to sit and hissed as he did. "The wanting?"
A bemused expression was all he could muster, then Timaeus' face softened. "I am…honestly not sure. For a time, I think it does, but that is with lust. Love is very different, but…" he said carefully and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "It is normal…the wanting, and the…intensity of it. In the past, I have seen men and women alike, reasoned, collected, educated individuals driven to fits of jealousy, even violence simply because another man stared too long at their wives or husbands."
He felt Yugi shiver and frowned at the shock and sudden diffidence.
"I…like to think I have more restraint than most men but…" It was truly impossible to deny it now. Offering his lover, a soft, but nervous smile he rubbed the back of his neck and said. "Be patient with me."
That fact that he would admit it: too losing such control, that another person held such away over him…Timaeus felt his chest rivet, an odd mixture of overwhelming bliss and absolute pleasure. The emotion was so rare, so foreign…Blessed Iron Lady and all her attendants, not even his earliest lovers has stirred his heart so wildly.
A gentle hand tenderly cupped his cheek, cold and wet with dirt and dew, but to Timaeus it was soft and soothing. He hummed into the touch, eyes clouded with bliss as they met Yugi's loving gaze. He covered Yugi's hand in his and leaned to kiss him. A gentle kiss compared to their previous savagery, but no less intense: Yugi's arms around his neck, his hands sliding up the small of his back clutching his shoulders, their lips molding against the other.
They separated, dazed and desirous.
"Timaeus," Yugi whispered, his face flushed, and looking elsewhere. "You can…go inside again, if you want to." He blushed again.
Timaeus chuckled, kissed his hot cheek and ran a finger along Yugi's chest and collar. "Much as I would enjoy that, you will need to rest after the last time," His laugh was proud and brazen. "Were you fertile, I would say that is our first child."
Yugi's eyes shot open. "How did you—"
Timaeus sat up. "Well…um…" he stuttered, his face hot. "After you…bled, the first time, I spoke with Rhebekka about…what to expect the next time. She taught me to count the days and said that women are normally infertile in the tenday before. And yours should be in about that time."
"You counted the days," Yugi's face was a wistful expression.
He nodded. "I did." A spark of remembrance popped his eyes open. "Speaking of that, a tonic?"
Yugi blinked. "What tonic?"
"A contraceptive tonic. Rhebekka mentioned it. I did not think on it until now."
"Oh," he nodded, then worried his lower lip.
Timaeus frowned. "Do you wish to start taking it?"
"Well, I am your consort now," he rationed, though his tone lacked the confidence Timaeus had come to expect of him. "I'm expected to have children so perhaps I—"
"You are not expected to do anything!" Timaeus cut him off snarling. Yugi jumped but not in fear.
Exhaling deeply to regain control, Timaeus added. "What I meant was, yes, children are rare and precious, so precious, but I don't want you to have them unless you want to. Unless we both want to…"
"Do you…" Yugi started, then paused, worrying his lip. "Do you want to have children?"
His smile as gentle, sweet and full of love as he cupped Yugi's cheek. "I would love nothing more than to have a child with you Yugi…to have a family…to share that with you…but, not yet. Not for a while yet, I think. Once we have known each other better, and you are settled as Magistrate, and when we are ready, when we are both ready, and, selfishly, I confess, I like having you all to myself for a while. I'm not ready to share you…just yet."
When Yugi nodded, his expression brightening, Timaeus felt something tight in his chest ease. "Then I'll start taking it again. When we return." He struggled to stand, his legs weak and wobbly, but he managed. His face was bright and smiling, his arms folded behind his back, reflective. "I think," a deliberate pause, before he spun to face him. "I'd like to travel first, see things, explore the rest of my city, and my adoptive country, and beyond and have adventures with you first, and I…" he blushed. "I want to learn what it means to be your consort, to be part of your family, and I…I want to be ready for them."
Timaeus swept forward and kissed his forehead. "Take all the time you need."
He felt Yugi sag against him, and slid his arms under his back and knees, lifting him like a bride. Embarrassment flashed hot and crimson across Yugi's face. "I guess…I'm…" An exhausted yawn, eyes heavy, the arms about his neck limp and loose. "More tired than I thought."
He leaned, wearily against Timaeus' chest, his eyes starting to close.
Timaeus frowned. "Rest now, sweetling," he kissed Yugi's forehead, chastising himself. I must learn to control myself better, he scolded himself. "Whatever he desires, my body is used to this. His is not.
The cacophony of chatter interrupted is thoughts. He blinked, finding himself standing, not in the secret stairs to their rooms, but the entrance of the Great Hall. The stench of food and ale and sweat was evident and several of the men and servants were laughing. Their conversations halted as he entered. Their eyes trained on Yugi's limp, slumbering form.
Malik barked in laughter. "You were right, Otogi, he did sex the little prince into a coma!"
The room erupted.
Rolling his eyes, Timaeus steeled himself and started for the steps. The King met him on the way, but instead of speaking he simply stood, eyeing his adoptive son quizzically.
"Ah, that's it," he said finally, the satisfied tone of a man who just solved a riddle. "Now I know what you remind me of, lad?" Timaeus blinked. The smile the king sported was boyish and grinning and in no way regal. "Have you lads ever seen a mountain hare in the ides of summer, just before the fall?" he said over his shoulder. "When the males of the species are mad with mating? Poor beasts: for nay half the year, they can't sleep: the mating madness has them up day and night, wandering about looking for does, chasing them down to prove he's worthy, boxing the ones that aren't, and fighting off the bucks who pursue her, and still having to service her on top of that, before leaving to start the whole debacle over again? Poor beast forgets to eat, by the end of it all, they're so gangly you can see their bones, their eyes are sunken and the only part of them that's still flaccid if the—"
The end of the joke was lost on Timaeus as the room rioted with laughter. Steeling his resolve, he gave the King a quick bow and snapped to Mai. "We'll take dinner in our room," and stole away up the steps.
The King chuckled. "Rest up lad, you deserve it."
He leaned against the locked doors, expelling a breath. He was only grateful Yugi was not awake when Cristina was there to hear the joke.
Setting his little bundle down on the bed and stripping him of his stress he grasped the full consequences of their love making: Yugi's nails were caked with dirt but were not cracked, his fingers stained green but undamaged, his hips were red with his finger prints but the bruises were not deep, and his thighs were tender and bruised but there was no blood there.
Timaeus sighed with relief, stripped his own clothes and slid beside him, wrapping the blanket about them. A soft hum, and Timaeus found Yugi snuggling against his chest, a sweet smile gracing his sleeping face. He beamed, chest fluttering.
"Good night, atashe del-am. I love you."
I think this was one of the funnest chapters to write: not just because i have tons of fun exploring Atlantis and having Yugi in all kinds of fun and innocent situations but also because 9i love bringing out that wild, playful side of Timaeus...
The conversation with children was one i as planning for a while...and so totally not a hint for the second book in this series ;)
By far the funnest character to write is Dartz! He's a King but he's still a man (and from a more paternal standpoint) he LOVES to tease Timaeus...its a far cry from the original personality i planned for him in this story but then again ALL of the characters in some way shape or form ended up changing over the writing process :)
Next chapter will be the last of the prewritten ones so my goal is to get the rest of them finished.
New Years Eve is my goal for this story to be finished Written and possibly posted...then i want to start editing it into an original novel! God i'm so excited for this!
Until then...
NEXT TIME: The Redemancy draws to a close, Yugi makes some changes and just when everything seems to go right a shocking secret comes out!