Congratulations, Wicked Little Town! Haha, you were the only one to guess what the song was and you, somehow, knew it immediately. O.o I swear I've never sung it in front of you…or maybe I have. I had Jack's Mannequin on the brain for a few weeks…

Anywho, the epilogue is dedicated to you! Teehee, that rhymed :)

(Last!) Disclaimer: I don't own YGO, or Jack's Mannequin. However, Jack's Mannequin and Andrew McMahon pwn you all :)

Enjoy!

Epilogue:

Yugi stepped into the apartment warily. Immediately his senses were bombarded from all sides. Succulent smells wafting from the kitchen, piano playing drifting from the living room, a warm breeze blowing through the window, and giggling sounding from the living room.

"Bakura?" Yugi called.

"Out here!" Bakura and Ryou chorused.

"Shut up, Bakura, he meant me!"

"You realize I'm handling your food, right?"

"Sod off!"

Yugi rolled his eyes, accustomed to their bickering, and headed into the living room. He first spotted Ryou at the piano, his fingers deftly moving across the keys. Then he found the source of the giggles: Serenity. With Malik's arm around her, no less.

Serenity and Malik glanced back at him and Malik muttered something that made Serenity lapse into another fit of giggles.

"Hey, Midget Pharaoh—!" Bakura started.

"Dwarf. The politically correct term is dwarf."

Bakura stared at him flatly.

"Since when have I been politically correct?"

Yugi shrugged and wandered into the kitchen with him to see what he was making.

"What'd you want?"

"Nothing. Just thought I'd spare you from the gag fest out there. I haven't seen Malik so…pathetic in a long time."

"Pathetic?" Yugi questioned incredulously, one eyebrow cocked.

"C'mon, Mutou, even you can see it. He's a completely different person around her."

"Who? Serenity?"

"No, your mom." Bakura retorted sarcastically.

"Sheesh. Don't have to bite my head off…"

"Anyways, they've been all cutesy and cuddly on the couch all day, so I escaped to the kitchen. Wanna be my taste-tester?"

"Hey, even dwarf pharaoh's need their food tested for poison first…count me out."

"Yugi! Come out here! Ryou's gonna sing for us!" Serenity chirped.

Yugi waved at Bakura cheerily and went back out to the living room. Serenity and Ryou were glaring at each other half-heartedly.

"Since when was I going to sing—?"

"Since Kylie told me you're a wonderful singer."

"But I already played piano for you, can't I just—?"

"Nope!" Serenity chimed, smiling impishly.

Ryou gave her a dirty look and turned back around on the piano bench. He pulled out a book of sheet music from on top of the piano and set it up on the built in music stand.

"Fine. But I get to choose the song."

Yugi looked over his shoulder at the music. To him, it was a bunch of lines and symbols that made no sense whatsoever. But he could still read the title and the lyrics.

"'Rescued'? Who wrote this song?"

"Oh, it's a band called Jack's Mannequin. I listened to this song nonstop after…well, anyways…"

He pressed down on the right piano keys and began weaving the notes together. He'd always had a problem with stage fright, but, he figured, to hell with it.

"Two to one. Static to the sound of you and I. I'm done for the last time…"

Serenity was instantly sucked into the music. Kylie had spoken the truth. The boy could sing, and he could sing damn well. She concentrated on the lyrics, realizing why he'd chosen that particular one to listen to. She'd guessed he'd been talking about his break up with Krissy, the girl whose picture he kept in his wallet.

"And I've got spun. It appears you're spun as well…"

Malik, unlike Serenity, had heard the song before. After all, being best friends with Bakura connected him to Ryou as well.

"Oh, I can feel her; she's dying just to keep me cool. I'm finally numb, so please don't get me rescued…"

Ryou played a little musical interlude and sang again, his voice rising gradually as he forgot about the others in the room with him. It was just him and his piano.

"Oh, say you'll miss me one last time, I'll be strong, but whatever you do, please don't get me rescued. 'Cause I'm feeling like I might need to be near you. And I feel all right, so please don't get me rescued..."

He ended the song there and silence fell upon the room.

But silence doesn't last forever…

BANG.

"Shit! Where the hell is the fire extinguisher?"

::OWARI::

XD! Haha, sorry, I had to end this on a funny note! Poor Bakura, always setting the kitchen on fire. But that's why we love him, right? Anyways, that is the END! WHOOT! I think I need to throw a celebration party:)

Soo, my first fic ever completed. I feel accomplished! But it's all because of my fantastic reviewers and readers that I was able to make it through! So, I'm leaving it up to you guys as to whether I should do a sequel! If you want a sequel, please tell me in a review, and give me any ideas you have for it! I'd be happy to oblige :)

Thanks for sticking with me guys! You're hellagdamazing!

Love, CFB