DGG: Voila! This story is not dead! It is finally time for the next bit of smileshipping fluffs.

This was a pain to work on. I can think of so many fluffy things for after Yuya is born, but apparently I'm not so good at just making up stories that are pre-Yuya. But I felt there needed to be some pre-Yuya stuff. So I have finally decided to throw this one-shot out here before I decide to fiddle with it any longer. I have been working on and off on a suitable continuation for months...And nothing seemed right. This has had so many revisions, that it just makes me want to scream.

Anyway. It looks like Young Yoko still has some attitude adjustments to make.

Enjoy!

"Hey," Yoko stepped into her boyfriend's bedroom, the dampness from her hair causing her t-shirt to stick to her shoulders and back.

"Hi," Yusho beamed as he looked up from his deck, which was strewn all over his mattress; however, his happiness was immediately replaced with a sense of worry.

The Yoko in the doorway couldn't possibly be the one he was dating. His Yoko was full of fire and confidence, but the woman he saw now, standing in the threshold of his bedroom, seemed rather subdued. He noted right away that she did not want to make any sort of eye contact with him. If she did, she hastily averted her gaze back toward the floor where it flitted to-and-fro. She kept chewing on her lower lip, her shoulders were hunched, and she kept a firm grip on her left wrist. He had never seen this side of her before. It was almost as if she were nervous…

"Are…you all right?" Yusho knitted is eyebrows as he stood up from the bed.

"Yeah. I'm fine, but…" she turned her head toward the doorway.

"But?" the male stopped in front of her.

The former gang leader took in a deep breath.

"So I…finally met Skip."

"Oh?" Yusho cocked his head to the side. "I take it it didn't go over well?"

"Well…" Yoko winced.

"What happened?"

Yoko let out a few terse breaths as she decided just what she would say.

"So I maybe…just a little bit…didn't…lock the door…while I was in the shower…" she fidgeted as she peered up at the male.

An amused laugh immediately exploded from Yusho's lips.

"He walked in on you?"

The woman blinked, not quite expecting him to seem so – chill? All right? – with the situation at hand.

"Yeah," she started slowly. "But not while I was in the shower, mind you. I was coming out of it, and in he walked, so he saw a lot of me. A lot of me. Like full frontal…"

"So what did you do?" he poorly stifled his amusement.

"Well, what could I do?" she shrugged. "I just stood there. It was too late for me, Yusho."

"Fair enough," he nodded.

"You're not mad?" she furrowed her brow.

"No. Why should I be mad?" he placed a hand on his hip, a look of genuine confusion washing over his features.

"I don't know," she shrugged. "Another man saw me naked. That doesn't upset you?"

"Well, it was an accident," the entertainer shrugged. "I'm fairly certain he did not wake up today with the intention of seeing my girlfriend naked."

"No. He definitely didn't act like that," she brushed a wet strand of hair behind her ear. "Actually he turned about fifty shades of red. After the initial surprise of walking in on me, he covered his eyes and apologized about five hundred times. I was surprised, actually. I mean someone else I know just ogled me when he walked in on me."

Yusho guffawed.

"Sorry!" he grinned.

"Don't be. I'm not," she winked.

Yusho chuckled, "So where's Skip now?"

The woman started, taken aback by the one-eighty in subject matter.

"Probably in his room," the man answered his own question before catching the female's eye. "What's wrong, my love?"

"I mean…I feel offended…"

"That Skip walked in on you?" Yusho cocked his head to the side.

"No. That we were talking about you seeing me naked and suddenly you changed the subject back to your best friend," she pouted.

"Well…I…I'm sorry," he stammered. "I just know how Skip is. I can only imagine how he must feel right now. I mean I know it was an accident, but the poor man always manages to find himself in awkward situations like this. Always. Ever since we were kids, Yoko. If it was even remotely embarrassing, Skip was probably somehow involved. I know he's in there beating himself up about it. I should go and remind him that he needs to laugh about it."

"What's so funny about seeing me naked, Yusho Sakaki?" the woman huffed while folding her arms over her chest.

"What?" he blinked. "Nothing! But you have to admit that this whole situation is kinda funny. I mean what else can we do except to laugh it off?"

The former Maiami Queen narrowed her eyes.

"I'm just saying that I know that Skip probably needs some encouraging words right now."

"Well, what about me!" she demanded.

Yusho deadpanned.

"Yoko, are you upset that he saw you?"

The woman held his gaze for a moment before sighing.

"No…" she admitted. "I'm not upset with him. I just…I don't know…"

"So are you upset that I have to help him?"

"Well…" the female's eyes briefly flitted downward, "you don't have to…"

"Yoko," Yusho frowned as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"He's a big boy. He'll be fine."

"Yeah, but I should check on him," the duelist stared out into the hallway.

"Yusho…" Yoko whined while placing her hand on his cheek and redirecting his attention back to her.

"I'll come back to you, Yoko. You don't have to be jealous," Yusho placed his hands on her shoulders.

The woman furrowed her eyebrows with a pout before standing on her tiptoes to give him a kiss. Her one kiss soon turned into another, then another, and another.

"Yoko," he finally broke from her onslaught of affection and rested his forehead against hers. "…I should go make sure Skip is okay."

The woman groaned as she rolled her eyes.

"Yoko, you already said you were fine," the male pointed out.

"Yeah, but just because I don't need consoling, doesn't mean I couldn't use some. If you catch my drift."

"No. I caught it. I just…I have to make sure he's okay first. And then I'll come back and 'console' you after. Okay?"

"You're really picking him over me right now?"

"I'm not picking anyone over anybody, Yoko. I just – "

"What's the worst that could happen if you don't check on him right this second?"

"I'll go insane, Yoko. It will nag at me."

Yoko huffed as she folded her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow.

"You care about him that much?"

"I care about every person, Yoko. That's part of the reason I'm an entertainer. I want people to be happy. I want to make people happy."

"I'm not happy."

"Yoko, calm down for a moment," he gently placed his hands on her arms. "Just take a deep breath. Smile, my love. You are much more gorgeous when you smile."

The woman remained silent, breathing through her nose as she glared at the duelist.

"Please, Yoko?" he flashed a cheesy grin. "Smile. You'll feel better. I promise."

"I would, but you love your boyfriend more than me," she snapped.

Yusho shook his head, but a smile returned to his lips as an idea struck him. He cupped the woman's face in his hands as he leaned in and gave her kiss.

"No. You can't bribe me now!" Yoko pushed him away.

"Oh?" Yusho raised an eyebrow as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer.

"No. No!" her voice quivered with the threat of giggles as Yusho began peppering her face with kisses. "Stop! Stop! Stop!"

The blonde melted into a full fit of laughter by the time her boyfriend pulled away.

"See? I consoled you, after all," he gazed at her. "Feeling better now?"

Yoko pursed her lips as she cast a guilty glance toward the floor.

"I guess I'm still a bit selfish, huh?" she winced.

"Everyone is selfish sometimes," Yusho shrugged.

"But I think I still have a lot to learn from you."

Yusho smiled as he continued to gaze at the woman.

"And you'll definitely have plenty of time to learn," he gave her another peck on the forehead, causing her to beam. "After all, I plan on keeping you around for a very long time."