Author's Note: Hello my wonderful readers! How are you? I just got back from New Orleans. It was great! I'm glad i decided to type all these chapters on my phone. On the last stretch heading home I typed up this chapter. As promised Yami appears! Lol i'm just too hyper right now. XD Anywho shout out to Leneo, Mana's Madness, chibiYugiLover and my guest reviewer StarGlow! You all make me feel loved! Don't forget to review! It's very much appreciated.

Enough on my rambling on with the Fic! ~Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot! If i did Puzzle, Puppy, Tender, and brozeshipping would be cannon.

Time.

It had been a few days since the incident. I was on my way to the park. Taking my time. When I met him Yami had said that we'd have to wait before any training could be done. Something about settling in. I should told him no. That we were to start immediately. That you couldn't afford to lose time. Not a single second. Because if you did it could possibly coast you your life. That would be the first lesson he is to learn.

I'm glad though. That I didn't. Because he would have seen. I can't allow that. That's another lesson he should learn. That you can't be weak or at the very least you should hide that fact. Hope no one calls your bluff.

We had talked after the introductions. He was curious to say the least. Now that I think about it the whole not showing weakness part, he's got that one down. For the most part. After all when I had found him he did, in fact, seem broken. Weak. But once he noticed my presence he put on a mask. Even his eyes seemed convincing. Now to only heighten his senses.

I looked on. I'm almost at the park now. I'm not sure what I'm gonna do with this one. He's like a child. All children need sculpting. The only thing is where do you start? The basics, I know. But which ones do you focus on first? Should I start with the senses or to act now and think about it later? To sleep with one open or how to get around without being noticed? To defend or to show no mercy?

I sigh. I'm at the swings now. The place where everything began. A memory begins to flash by. I suppress it before I can see which one it is. I don't need that. Not now. Yami. Think of Yami. Yes let's start with learning how to fight. That's an important one. Defense. Defense. Defense.

I look up and scan the playground for him. There are children's toys scattered all around. They're old and some are beginning to rot. The little cars and unicorns have either fallen from their springs or their paint is peeling. The swing set's all rusted and creeks and moans in protest from my weight as I subtlety swing back and forth. The slide made of metal is rusted too. In fact no one goes on it anymore. Some of the stairs leading to the top have caved in on themselves and the slides so fragile now that I doubt it could support even a butterfly's weight. The black thing that outlined the playground and kept the wood chips in was torn or completely overrun with weeds. Weeds litter the whole place. The grass uneven. In some places it's up to your knees. One side of the only seesaw was torn off, the wood rotting. Sure this was the best looking place in the city. Never said it was pleasing to the eye.

I look to the sidewalk. The same one I took when I first saw Yami. I see him. He's taking his time. Or perhaps he's lost in thought. I realized our meeting roles have been switched. It nothing important. Just an observation. Just something I find funny. Not sure why. Heck why am I even dwelling on this?

He looked up and our eyes met. His eyes. They're different from when we first met. They're burning. Burning with determination. That's good. Means he'll be giving his all.

"Long time no see" I call out.

It feels awkward. Talking to someone. Probably 'cause I don't do it often. Not anymore. He talks before I could dwell on that thought.

"So it seems"

Something's different. Changed. His tone. It's not light. Not friendly. But it's not hostile either. Guarded. Close to being curt. Did he learn something? Should I just stop this now? Before, Before...

No! Stop. It's a fairly small town. Of course he would have learned something! He smart. He could have over heard something. Maybe about me? That has to be it. He must have learned about my reputation. He's suspicious.

"Ready for your training?"

I smirk. He stiffens at the action. There! That alone confirms it.

"Sure"

His voice is tight. No doubt his heart's beating at 100 miles an hour. He's got guts though. I'll give him that. He knows who I am. What I can do. What I will do. What I have done. Yet he still comes. I can honestly say that I'm looking forward to this. It'll be... interesting.

"Right let's get started. Know how to fight?"

He shakes his head. My smirk widens.

"Then we'll focus on that."

He's stiff as a board. His eyes holding a glimmer of fear. Had I been anyone else I would have missed it.

"Loosen up a bit. Can't do much if you can't even move." I say.

We had moved to the small, weed ridden, clearing a few feet away from the playground, placing a good amount of space between us.

His eyes flash with irritation and annoyance at my obvious tease. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath and expels it. He does this a few times before opening them again. Body relaxed.

"You do know if I was a real opponent you would be dead by now. Right?" I say.

He growls.

"Let's just get started." He says annoyance lacing his voice.

The whole time the smirk never left my face.

I start off with the basic defense and fighting stances before moving onto the actual offensive stuff. It's a good thing he's relatively the same height as me or there would be need of adjustments to certain moves and their executions.

It was Sun set by the time I decided to wrap it up. I barely even broke a sweat meanwhile Yami was lying in the grass panting like a dog that had just run through the desert at its hottest time in the year. Sweat glistened from his forehead where hair met skin. It drenched his shirt and pants making the cloths cling to his body. I smirked.

"You did well for a rookie." I complimented.

He painted heavenly in reply. I chuckle. He was just too cute when he did that.

My smirk changed to a smile as our eyes met. I hadn't had this much fun in a long time. I hadn't smiled in a long time either. He smiled back and before I knew it we were laughing. Why? I do not know. But it felt good. I was at ease. I let down my guard. I showed weakness.

After we got our laughter under control Yami spoke up.

"I have to go" he said his voice no longer curt or guarded.

I liked it better this way. So much so I nearly missed what he said.

"All right. Training tomorrow." It wasn't a question. I wasn't asking. I was demanding. Demanding without showing it in my tone or body language.

"I'll be here, don't worry." He said.

He stood up, wincing a bit. Must have worked him more than he's used too. He'll get used to it.

He walks a short ways before stopping, looking over his shoulder, and saying, "See you tomorrow."

He then looks ahead and begins to walk away again, holding a hand above his head in a form of farewell.

I smile and watch him leave. I don't take my eyes off of him until his form becomes consumed by the growing shadows of the coming night. When I can no longer see him I head home.

It wasn't till I was halfway to my home did I notice. Talking had become much easier during our training. I had actually smiled and laughed. My cold posterior is rendered useless when I'm around him. I'm actually looking forward to tomorrow. But the most dangerous thing is that he's slipping though my carefully placed barriers. He's worming his way in, and beginning to wrap himself around my heart, and I can do nothing about it. It's bad I know. This could ultimately destroy me. But I can't stop now. It's already begun. All there's left to do is wait.