Author's Note: Here's a nice chapter full of fluff 'n angst, just for you, my wonderful readers. This is another of my favorite chapters, so I'm sure you all will enjoy it as well. ...And, no, I don't own Yugioh.

Chapter seven:

Secrets of the heart

Yugi sighed as he walked down the hallway, knowing he couldn't wait any longer.

"Well, this is it." whispered the boy to the air around him as he approached the two doorways. "Wait, where is he? Yami said he'd be..."

Yugi blinked as he saw an envelope taped to the spirit's door; the name written upon it meaning that Yami had left it for him.

"Wow. He has really nice..."

Suddenly confused, Yugi brought the envelope closer to his face for a better look. "...Handwriting. I've seen this style somewhere before. Well, I suppose I should see what's been causing him so much pain."

The boy's eyes were soon scanning the paper in front of him.

"Yugi, I don't know how to say this. I've been wanting to for so long, but the words always sounded so weak in my mind compared to what I wanted them to be.

Even now I'm at a loss for words."

"Which is why you're rambling and not getting to the point."

Yugi sighed as he turned the letter over to finish reading it.

"You may hate me, in fact, after your outburst during dinner, I know you will, but I want to see you smile again. Like you used to, before all this trouble started.

Yugi, I, I..."

"He didn't finish it?"

Yugi didn't know whether to scream or kick the wall in disappointment. "I come all the way down here and he doesn't have the guts to...!"

The boy was suddenly silenced by the sound of a door opening.

"Quiet, he's sleeping." whispered a voice as Yugi found himself face to face with his double.

Well, an older double to be exact, but still, it was Yugi; Yugi was sure of it.

"I had a feeling the pharaoh wouldn't go through with it. He was staring at that thing for a good two hours, with those shaking hands and tear filled eyes."

The older Yugi sighed. "I would've called him a love struck schoolgirl, but even I'm not that mean."

"He was crying?" whispered Yugi, turning to stare down at the letter. "Over me?"

"He always is. Well, not always, but you don't want to hear about that."

Yugi raised an eyebrow as he watched his older self turn a light shade of pink.

"Who are you anyway?"

"Don't you already know?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

"We all have our needs, little one. Some people just prefer to do theirs in secret."

"Okay then. I do believe you've officially lost me."

"If you want the whole truth, you'll have to talk to Yami."

Yugi followed his older self into the spirit's soul room, not sure of what would be waiting, but knowing he couldn't leave the mystery as it was.

The older Yugi suddenly stopped in front of a wall a few feet away from the entrance.

"I wonder? He doesn't like to have anyone in there, but me."

"Wait..." asked Yugi, eyes following his older self's gaze. "Yami's in the wall?"

"Behind it actually."

"How? There's no door. He may be able to walk through walls outside, but in the puzzle..."

"Oh, there is a door, but its hidden. See?"

Yugi watched his older self knocked on the wall, eyes widening as a door soon appeared.

"This was here the whole time? I never knew."

"Yami? Are you awake?" asked the older Yugi, leaning an ear towards the door to listen. "I guess not. He usually sleeps it off anyway."

"Sleeps what off?" asked Yugi, head tilted slightly to the side like a puppy.

He was met with a puzzled frown.

"Yugi, I'm curious, are you faking innocence or are you honestly...?"

"Depends. What have you two been doing?"

"That I'll leave up to the pharaoh, if he ever gets his lazy butt out of bed."

Yugi couldn't help, but laugh.

"Lazy butt? Not a very nice description of Yami if you ask me."

"Would depressed be more appropriate, because that's what he is."

"Oh."

"Yugi." moaned a sleepy voice from inside the room. "If you're going to talk to yourself, at least keep it down."

"How about I come in there and talk to you instead?" replied the older Yugi.

"Talk?"

It almost sounded like the pharaoh was laughing. "Cute, Yugi; we don't talk."

"No, but one of us rambles on a lot, while the other is forced to listen. Isn't that close enough?"

"Yugi, enough of your games; get in here."

"Well, he did say your name." whispered the older Yugi, a thoughtful, if not devious look on his face as he eyed the younger boy.

"But he was talking about you."

"Are we forgetting who I'm supposed to represent? This has gone on long enough anyway."

Yugi didn't dare protest as he found himself shoved through the door.

In a way, he wanted to know what the spirit was keeping behind closed, not to mention invisible, doors.

The boy stood there for a moment, his lavender eyes adjusting to the candle lit room.

Yami was asleep on his bed, chest positioned over his pillow with arms wrapped around it. His unbuttoned shirt draped around his sides like two cascading waterfalls of silk.

"...Yami?" whispered Yugi, tentatively taking a step towards the bed.

He was reply was a gentle, breath filled, sigh.

"I really don't know what's wrong with me." muttered the spirit, violet eyes opening to stare at the wall ahead. "Here I was thinking I would finally be able to tell him and..."

"Tell him what?"

Yugi blinked as he found his twin giving him a puzzled, if not irritated, look.

"You of all people should already know."

"If you say so." replied the boy, watching as Yami moved over to make room for him on the bed.

Sitting down, Yugi let out a startled squeak as he found himself yanked back into a warm embrace.

"Yugi...did you just squeak?"

"Um, yes?"

"My, my. That's a new one." purred Yami, hands running across his twin's chest. "Never knew you could make that noise."

"Um, Yami...?"

Yugi paused as he felt two slender legs wrapping themselves around him, their owner intent on following his primal instincts.

"Not now. I want to hear some other noises first. We'll talk afterwords."

"What are you doing?"

"What's it look like? Yugi's mom would freak if she saw me doing things to her innocent son, so you've been filling in as my happy little fix. Now lie down."

"Fine, but only because it makes you happy."

"As it should."

"Should we tell him?" asked a young voice from the doorway, sounding more amused then worried.

"Not sure." replied the older Yugi. "I wouldn't want the pharaoh going into shock. As of late, he's been prone to do that."

"Yugi, who are you talking...?"

Yami had intended to give his noisy twin a quick glare, but a sudden thought caused the spirit to stop in his tracks.

Something about the situation was desperately out of place, but what?

If Yugi was on the bed, yet also in the doorway, then...

Yami frowned as he released Yugi from his grip, unsure of what was happening.

"...Yugi?" he asked, nervously glancing between the two. "Why are you...?"

"I'll let you in on a little secret." replied the older Yugi with a grin. "That person you're about to indulge in? That's not me."

The brain cells connected like two comets colliding in outer space.

Eyes still wide, Yami turned to stare down at the boy he had been all too willing to pounce upon a minute ago.

"Yugi?"

"Hey, Yami. What's up?" replied Yugi with a laugh from where he was lying on the bed, short legs kicking back and forth in a show of amusement.

You could've knocked the spirit over with a feather; he was in so much shock.

"By the gods! Yugi?! How'd you get in here?!"

"A friend let me in."

"Why am I not surprised."

Yami shot the older Yugi an unhappy glance.

It was returned with an all too innocent smile.

"I was going to ask you what was going on..." started Yugi, eyebrows raised slightly as he locked eyes with the startled spirit. "But I think I understand now."

Yami didn't say anything; how could he? Knowing that it was all over.

"He hates me now. Yugi hates me. This will probably be the last time we'll ever talk, let alone see each other."

"Yami? Are you; are you crying?"

He was; Yami could feel the tears rushing down his face like little waterfalls. Little miserable waterfalls.

The spirit didn't dare stop them, not that he could if he wanted. Right now, crying seemed to be the only thing his empty heart could do.

"Oh, Yami."

The voice sounded sad; not even a hint of anger in its sweet tone. "Come on, don't cry. I'm right here."

Yami could feel warm arms wrapping themselves around his shivering frame; small hands stroking his tear streaked face. "I'll always be here."

Yugi smiled as he felt his twin's body relax and slowly fall back into the sheets; tears finally giving way to sleep.

It had taken him a good ten minutes to convince the trembling spirit to calm down, but in the end, the reward was worth it.

"Yes, worth it. His smile means the world to me. And now..."

Yugi tilted his head thoughtfully as he continued to watch the spirit sleeping in his arms. "So does his heart."

Ah, fluff and angst. Together, they make a wonderful duo, don't you think? Well, that ends chapter 7. I hope you all are enjoying this little story, because its almost done. Now, for those of you who haven't yet, could you please review? It really would make my day.