Me: Yo ppl! Another chappy for you! It's short, but I like it. And I'm thinking you'd rather have short frequent chapter than long once-every-three-months chapters right?

Yami: Who care what anyone thinks?

Me: Ahem, Yugi's going to sing his song now as reward to my reviewers.

Yugi: It's Friday Friday, gotta get down on...

Me: NOT THAT SONG! Please enjoy.

My parents discovered my little escapade, thought I was trying to beg money, and ruled that I wasn't allowed to leave the house without a "guard". Seriously, could my life really get any worse? Yami suggested that I could be a 5,000 year old spirit trapped inside a 17 year old boy. Yugi wasn't impressed.

"You're life has gotten better since I freed you!" He pouted.

"Of course it has, little one," Yami said gently. Something I'd notice was the fact that Yami had started using more affectionate terms for Yugi, something that was reminiscent of the Japanese animé. It hadn't been something that had worried me. That is, until I found the first twenty seven episodes of Season 0 in my computer history. (Yes, I broke the rules. But rules are made to be broken, right?)

That was bad. Season 0 hadn't been released in English because of the extremely violent content. I mean, I didn't find it too bad, only Yugi just got kicked around a little more, and Yami had an overly female voice. And he was even more violent than usual. Now I was worried. Watching all of this could spark bad memories for Yami and maybe even awaken something in him he was trying so desperately to hide. I didn't make a big thing, I just left it, but from then on I was a little more careful with when I used my laptop.

One afternoon, a few weeks after our encounter with Bandit Keith, I burst excitedly in on the boys playing snap with their decks. We'd found out that I could be in a different room to the boys while I was in the house, but I could only go so far away from them before they were forced to come with me. I was as if I was a magnet and they were a bunch of pins, but the further away I got, the stronger the attraction was.

Anyhow, I was totally excited and jumped right in-between them, scattering cards.

"Guess what?" I gushed. Yugi stared intently at me for a few seconds. "No mind reading!" I reprimanded. "Guess!"

"We don't know Jen. Tell us." Yami scooped up his cards before they all fell on the floor.

"My parents are taking me to the British Museum for my 14th birthday!" I squealed.

"Wow Jenna, that's so great!" Yugi said enthusiastically.

"You don't even know why that's so important!" I replied in the same tone of voice.

"No, not at all!" Yugi did the same voice again. I grinned.

"There's a new Ancient Egyptian exhibit on. I thought you'd both want to see it, Yami especially."

Yami's eyes lit up, but then they fell in realisation. "But... I'm not a real Pharaoh. I'm just a cartoon."

"But that doesn't matter! I thought maybe seeing some stuff from your homeland might spark some memories! Besides," I let a small amount of information slip. "You are based on a real Pharaoh."

"I am?" Yami got excited. "Well, maybe it would help!"

That night while the boys slept, I pulled out every "Millennium World" manga comic I had and hid it. I wanted Yami to remember some memories, but not all of them. It was too soon for him to know.

"Burning the midnight oil Jen?" A voice interrupted me. Yami stood over me as I shoved the mangas down the back of my wardrobe. I opened my mouth to make up an excuse, but Yami shushed me. "Hey, it's ok. I know."

My heart was in my mouth. "You-know?"

"I know why you're hiding them. It's for my own good, I understand. I've been putting off reading them, even though they've been... calling me." He sat down cross-legged beside me.

"Calling?"

"They sit on that shelf every day looking at me. I can tell there's something inside them that will mean a lot to me one day, but now isn't the time, right?" He looked at me, and I was surprised to see a glint of tears on the corner of his eyes.

"Oh Yami, I'm sorry!" I whispered. "But I can't, you know I can't!"

Yami looked away from me at the poster blu-tacked above my bed. "One day Jenna, when we go back to our world, I'm going to forget that I'm a successful story. I'm going to forget I'm not real, I'm going to forget that I'm doing every duel for the pleasure of a fan base, or that I'm saving my friends not because they need me but because one man dictated it. I'm going to forget it all and it'll add to the thousands of other memories that I never knew I had and I'm going to live my life like I always did. But, if we never go back,"
"Yami," I began.

"Jenna," He held up his hand. "If that happens, will you tell me what might have been?"

We locked eyes, and I nodded. "If there is ever a time when you cannot return, I will. I promise."

Yami nodded with me. "Thank you Jenna, from the bottom of my heart."

Me: I thought that chapter gave a little more depth into Yami's dark and twisted mind.

Yami: Thanks...

Me: Love you too. And I love you guys, and I know you guys love me so much that you're gonna REVIEW! Really, I do appreciate it, but thanks to anyone who reads this anyhow, I'm so happy! Bye now!