Ok So uhhh yeah I'm really bored and don't know what else to write . No real babbling from me. Don't have a lot to say other then a few years ago had I gone forward in time, I'd be bitch slapping myself for this. XD It had never occurred to me that Yugioh should have Yaoi, and now it does. It's like blatant and in my face now. It's really surprising how well I didn't understand a lot of things when I was younger… Oh well. It's all part of growing up I guess.

Growing up sucks. I'm turning 17 soon so I'm almost a year away from being an adult. Most of my friends are not my age. I have… I think 3 friends who are 16-17. My other friends are anywhere from 13 to 15 and 18 to 25. I know I'm lame, what can I say?

I'm not sure if I did this with chapter one, but when I'm talking about Atemu, I'll also be calling him Yami. I think I'll probably say he'll be called Yami when people are talking to/about him, but I'll be calling him Atemu most of the time. This is kind of to clear it up so I don't confuse too many people.

Chapter Two

It annoyed Atemu that even after fifteen minutes of knocking on the door, still no one answered. Growling in his own frustration, he walked around the shop where a window was on the second level. He narrowed his eyes, as though looking for a specific place on the window and smirked when he found it. The rock that lay at his feet was lifted into his hand, tosses up and caught a few times before being thrown lightly at the window pane making a loud noise and caused the glass to shake.

A loud noise was heard from inside that sounded like a body falling to the floor from a bed, causing the tan fleshed man to chuckle. He knew that was going to happen, but it couldn't be helped. His legs wobbled in an unsteady manner, ready to give way under his weight, but held himself sturdy. He picked up another rock and chucked it to the same place. He saw the spiky hair he'd missed for a long time come up to the window and open it. The boy looked sleepy, but ready to blow up at whoever woke him up and got his ass out of bed at an ungodly hour.

"Do you mind!? I'm trying to sleep! Do you have any idea what time it is!?" Yami was struck by how much the young one's voice had changed. It was deep and velvety, yet it held anger for the moment, he could tell it hadn't lost its own unique softness which would doubtfully ever leave.

"Well if you would prefer, Aibou, I could come back later." He smirked when the owner of the new voice didn't get it at first, but watched in amusement as his eyes shot open.

"Y-Yami!?" He shouted. Yugi couldn't believe his eyes. Here stood the pharaoh, clad in his head gear and golden arm and neck bracers. "It's… it's you! You're back!" The window was slammed shut as though the boy was mad, but the pajamas being thrown around the room and the horribly loud footsteps on stairs came and before Yami could blink, he was being tackled in a hug.

"Easy there, young one…" the darker skin clashed with Yugi's much paler skin. Atemu noticed and couldn't help but wonder how he didn't notice how much lighter he was when he had been with his Aibou.

Yugi stood up and held out his hand for the Egyptian who was still on the ground. "I thought you were gone forever. Guess life's full of little mysteries." His voice was soaked in delight as he grinned.

"I went into that door to be with my people, only to be surrounded by a never ending darkness. Then a voice, it sounded like Joey's, said I would go back because you all were heart broken and, if I remember correctly, they said I was needed here and there was something here my heart yearns for, though I don't know what…" The pharaoh's eyes and voice were troubled and confused. He wondered what that meant.

Yugi helped him up and caught him and his balance as they began to topple. He wrapped his arm around the red eyed male's shoulders. "Not used to walking on your own yet. No worries, you'll get there." Suddenly a thought hit Yugi's brain and he couldn't suppress soft laughter. "I'm older then you."

Rolling his blood colored eyes, Atemu shook his head. "I'm three thousand and twenty years old. I don't think so. Even if I do look like I'm seventeen."

Yugi pouted looking at the male as he helped him through the door. "Well… I'm nineteen."

"Your kidding… well I guess that makes sense…" Yami reasoned, his sharp eyes just now noticing how much bigger the game shop has gotten. "What happened? Did Kaiba come here a lot in the time I was gone? It's a lot bigger here."

"Yeah. Kaiba came everyday after school. Everyone was in a heavy depression when you left and I guess he needed someone other then his brother to hang out with for a while. Mokuba should be about your age now." Yugi couldn't help but laugh at him again. It was just too fun to tease the younger male.

"Oh shut up. It's not like I chose to stay this age." Now Atemu was pouting. They soon reached Yugi's room, which was about the same size, only a tiny bit bigger. "Not much has changed since I've been gone, has it?"

Atemu's question was met with silence, and Yugi's thinking expression. There were a lot of changes and big ones. It wasn't thinking of the changes so much as trying to think of how to tell the pharaoh what all happened.