DD: Hey guys! Sorry for the late post. I was very busy because of the musical in my school. I helped to write it this year so I was doing a lot of things to help and I was one of the female leads so I had a lot to do. I'll be posting it sometime soon as a Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfiction so if you want to see a Yu-Gi-Oh! musical that ends cheerfully, check out 'The Glastonbury Tales' once it comes out! Anyway, I own nothing and I hope you enjoy the chapter!

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"Malik-pretty, don't put that on!"

Malik paused in the midst of pulling on his school jacket. He looked up as Marik ran into his room. "Uh… okay?"

He felt awkward in the uniform. It had been about a week since he and Ryou had gotten Yugi back from the Wreck. A week of Yugi looking horrible and Malik feeling horrible at school.

A week of wearing girls' clothes outside of school but being forced to wear boys' clothes in school.

Marik grinned and pulled something out from behind his back, holding it out to Malik.

Malik frowned in confusion, taking the package wrapped in clear plastic. His eyes widened.

Blue bow tie, pink jacket, blue skirt and white socks.

"You… got me the girls' uniform?" He looked up at Marik.

Marik hesitated. "Well… Bakura helped a bit."

Malik grinned and threw his arms around Marik. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!"

Marik wrapped his arms around Malik's waist and kissed his cheek. "You're welcome, Malik-pretty." He grinned at him. "Now go change."

Malik nodded and released him. Marik left the room and he quickly changed into the girls' uniform. He glanced in the mirror, fixing his hair.

A smile crept onto his face. It was perfect. He heard a knock on the door.

"Can I come in now?" Marik asked.

"Sure!" Malik slipped on a pair of brown loafers that he had gotten at the mall when Marik had gone shopping with him. He turned to face Marik as the other opened the door.

Marik grinned. "You look great, Malik-pretty."

Malik's face flushed. "Thanks, Mar." He pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "Come on; we should get to school."

"Yeah, the bus is already here," Marik agreed.

Malik's eyes widened. "What?" He grabbed his bag and Marik's hand, pulling him downstairs.

"Relax!" Marik laughed. "Bakura and Ryou are holding it for us."

"Doesn't matter!" Malik released Marik's hand to grab a bagel left out on the table for him before running outside.

Marik followed him, still chuckling and shaking his head. Despite Malik's worry, the two had gotten the bus driver to wait for them.

Though the driver did glare at them as they got on. Malik specifically.

Malik gave her a shrug of apology and sat in one of the nearest free seats. Marik sat down beside him.

The bus ride was filled with laughter and conversations that seemed more hushed than usual. Malik tried to pay no heed to it but his shoulders hunched.

Marik placed a hand on his knee and gave it a comforting squeeze. "Relax," he murmured. "It'll be fine."

Malik looked up at him. "Are you sure?" He mumbled.

Marik nodded. "Yeah." He grinned. "Just send people to me if they give you any trouble."

Malik chuckled and nodded. The bus slowed to a halt in front of the school. People bumped into Malik on their way to the school yard. More than usual.

But Marik, Bakura and Ryou shielded him from most of it. When they reached their group of friends, questions bombarded the Egyptian.

"Malik!"

"What are you wearing?"

"Why are you wearing the girls' uniform?"

"What? Just… what?"

"How did you even get it?"

"Is this your way as coming out as trans to us?"

Seeing that Malik was growing panicked by all the questions, Ryou put his fingers between his lips and let out an ear-piercing whistle, silencing everyone. "Thank you. Now can you give Malik a minute to actually answer your questions?" He raised an eyebrow.

Everyone sheepishly looked down or shuffled their feet. "Thanks," Malik mumbled to Ryou.

He turned to the others. Yugi and Anzu weren't there.

Anzu was to be expected, what with her moving soon.

Yugi… he wasn't sure. He would need to ask Yami later.

He sighed. "I'm wearing the girls' uniform because I find girls' clothes more comfortable and I just prefer them. Marik and Bakura managed to get it for me." He hesitated. "I'm not sure how." He put on a dramatic expression. "And yes. I'm trans… I'm a girl in a boy's body… I hate how I look and I'd like you to call me…" He paused for dramatic effect. "…Malika."

There was total silence. "Really?" Tristan asked.

Malik giggled. "Nah, just wanted to see your expressions. I'm not trans; I'm a boy. I just like girls' clothes." He shrugged.

The bell rang and people jostled by them. "Come on." Marik wrapped an arm around Malik. "Let's go to class."

Malik sighed but nodded in agreement. He followed Marik to their first class but was stopped before he even got to sit down.

"Very funny, Ishtar."

Malik paused and looked up at his teacher. "Excuse me?"

"I'm sure everyone's had a laugh and you've gotten the attention that you wanted," Yoshikuni sneered. "Now the joke's over. Go change."

Malik shifted uncomfortably. All attention was on him. "I-into what?"

"Into your uniform." Yoshikuni glared at him. "Go on; you've already wasted enough class time."

Malik hesitated. "But… this is my uniform…"

"Ishtar, the joke's over," Yoshikuni hissed.

"There is no joke, sensei," Marik protested. "Malik's wearing his uniform. What's the problem?"

Yoshikuni just glared. "To the principal's office."

Malik's eyes widened. "What?"

"Now!" Yoshikuni glared at him. Malik picked up his bag again and left the class.

Marik went to follow him but Yoshikuni stopped him. "You stay here, Sennen."

She followed Malik out of the class. They were only outside the office for a minute or so before they were let in.

Yoshikuni pushed Malik down into the chair, her nails digging into his shoulder. He winced but didn't say anything.

The principal looked between her and Malik and took off his glasses. "Is there a problem?"

"He's wearing the girls' uniform," Yoshikuni hissed. "No doubt as a way to entertain his friends."

The principal looked at Malik. "Is this true?"

"No!" Malik insisted. "I'm wearing it because I find girls' clothes more comfortable."

Yoshikuni clicked her tongue. The principal looked back at her and leaned back in his chair. "What do you want me to do about it?"

Yoshikuni stiffened. "What?"

The principal shook his head. "The school rules say that each student must wear a school uniform except on specified non-uniform days. He's wearing the uniform."

"But he-"

"The rules say nothing about which uniform people have to wear." The principal put on his glasses again. "Go on; get back to class," he said to Malik. "I have work to do."

Malik grinned and stood up, ignoring the glare that Yoshikuni sent him. He skipped back to class and grinned at Marik as he sat down.

"You okay?" Marik asked.

He giggled and nodded. "I'm great!"

Yami picked at his food, uninterested in working out whether or not it was beef in his burger or something unidentifiable.

Everyone around him was chatting, though Malik and Ryou less so than usual. He had tried to get information out of them about what had happened with Yugi the previous night, but they hadn't told him.

Something about him needing to ask Yugi himself.

He would if Yugi would actually talk to him. Yugi hadn't gotten up until around four or five in the evening on Sunday, and just outright ignored Yami.

He had made his way to the fridge, gotten some milk and cheese and went back upstairs.

Yami had tried to follow him, despite the fear gnawing at him, but Yugi had just closed the door in his face. When he tried to go into Yugi's room, he had nearly been whacked by a pillow, so he decided to wait for a while.

"Hey, Yams?" Yami glanced over at Duke and raised an eyebrow to show that he was listening. "Where's Yugi? He doesn't usually miss school."

Yami shrugged and took a bite out of his burger. He forced himself to swallow it rather than spit it out. "He's sick. Wouldn't even come out of his room this morning."

Duke frowned. "Really?"

Yami nodded. "He text me to say he couldn't talk because of his throat and he had thrown up. I tried to check up on him but his door was locked."

It always seemed to be these days.

Duke was still frowning. "It was locked?"

Yami nodded. "Yeah."

"And you don't think that was odd?"

Yami shrugged. "Not really. Should I?"

"Yes!" Duke shook his head, incredulous. "Yugi never misses school. He and Ryou are complete freaks about attendance. He came to school with appendicitis and wouldn't go home until he had to be brought to hospital. And he text you that he was so sick he couldn't come in?"

Yami shrugged. "He couldn't talk. No point."

At this point, Tristan joined in. "That happens about twice a year for him. He always just brings in a notepad to write down what he wants to say."

Yami frowned. It was strange. It was worrying, actually. "I'll check on him when I get home," he said.

"Call him!" Tristan protested.

Duke glanced at him. "Tristan. The kid can't talk."

Tristan paused. "Oh yeah…"

Yami rolled his eyes. "As I said, I'll check on him when I get home. Okay?"

"No no no," Ryou insisted. "Batman would still win."

"No he wouldn't!" Malik insisted. "Deadpool can't die!"

"But Batman's been paired up against so many other heroes from both DC and Marvel and he's won against all of them!" Ryou frowned.

"Deadpool. Can't. Die," Malik repeated. "Batman can't beat him."

"Yes. He can." Ryou readjusted his bag strap. They were about half way to the motel – he still wasn't sure if it was safe to go back or not. He wasn't sure the journey would be long enough to finish the debate. "Sure, he'd lose a few times, but Deadpool would enjoy fighting him too much to finish him off. He'd just mess with him."

"Exactly! Deadpool can mess with Batman when no one else would even try!" Malik ran a hand through his hair. "That proves that he's confident in his ability to beat him!"

"Too confident." Ryou looked up at him. "Yes, Deadpool can't die – supposedly. Cut his arm off and he can put it back. But there is a way to kill him. Throughout the fights, Batman would learn Deadpool's fighting style. Sure Deadpool's only messing with him, and Batman knows this. But he's using this to his advantage and analysing every move that Deadpool makes and calculating the other ones he could have made based on his decision and overall style. Batman has throwing knives. He uses them. Cuts off both Deadpool's arms and legs and moves them away before he can re-attach them. Then he cuts off Deadpool's head. He cuts up his chest, arms and legs into different parts and then locks all of the parts in different metal boxes and then drops each box into a different active volcano. Thus killing him by destroying the atoms through incineration, or at least defeating him as his parts are too far apart to reassemble."

"No, that still doesn't work." Malik shook his head. "Deadpool can teleport."

Ryou hesitated. "Really?" Malik nodded. "Okay, give me a second." He tilted his head back. "Got it. If they were to fight, then it would have to be in an alternate universe. And if it was in an alternate universe, it would have to be in one that allowed teleportation for Deadpool to teleport, so Batman would easily make a teleporting device. He has a lot of connections, so he gets into a fight with Deadpool, cuts off his finger, teleports to a lab, drops the finger off and returns to the fight. Meanwhile, the scientists are working on a chemical that reverses the chemicals that made Deadpool what he is. Once they're done, Batman teleports there, grabs the needle and teleports back. He lets Deadpool get close to him, lets him stab him and then injects him with the chemical, making him mortal again. He then knocks him out. Now Batman's almost dead, but he's still conscious and at full power. Deadpool is human and no longer at full power. The cancer will continue to kill him. So Batman wins and he doesn't need to kill him; he only needs to keep him captive until the cancer kills him."

Malik stared at him. "You've thought about this way too much."

Ryou giggled and shrugged. "So sue me. I like DC."

"And I like Marvel but shit, Ryou. That sounds like about five weeks of research."

Ryou looked up at the sky. "Actually, it was about ten hours."

Malik shook his head in disbelief. "Again. Way too much thought into it."

"Unlike the amount of thought you put into wearing that uniform, ay Ishtar?"

The two glanced around. Malik clenched a fist. "Don't you ever take a hint?" He growled.

"No, not really." Ushio grinned. "I just go with my stomach, and right now, I'm craving vengeance."

Malik turned to face him fully. "Ryou, stay behind me."

"But-"

"Stay. Behind. Me," he growled.

"You should listen to your tranny boyfriend," Bonz snickered.

Malik glared at him. "I'm not trans, and Ryou and I aren't dating."

"Odd. You spend so much time together and everyone in your 'rainbow group' seems to be dating someone."

"Yeah, that doesn't mean we're dating."

"Whatever." Ushio strode towards him. Malik's hand shot out and he slammed the tips of his fingers into the man's neck.

Ushio staggered back, clutching his throat.

Sid darted behind Malik but Malik punched him hard in the nose before he could get to Ryou. This left time for Bonz and Zygor to get behind him.

Malik managed to catch Bonz and throw him at Ushio, but Zygor got to Ryou. He slammed into the smaller boy, pinning him against the wall and twisting his arm behind his back.

Ryou yelled in pain and tried to kick Zygor, but the man just tightened his hold on Ryou's arm.

"Let him go!" Malik snarled.

"Make me." Zygor smirked.

Malik's eyes narrowed. "You shouldn't have said that." He pulled something out of his pocket and sprayed it in Zygor's face.

Zygor screamed and fell back, covering his face. "My eyes!"

Malik caught Ryou as he stumbled back. "You okay, Ry?"

Ryou nodded. "Y-yeah."

"Let's go." He began running, making sure to keep pace with Ryou.

"What did you spray him with?" Ryou asked as they ducked into a large second-hand shop half a block from where they had been targeted. They could wait there for a while and then head back.

"Pepper spray," Malik replied. "Always a handy thing to have." He shoved his hands into his pockets, kicking the ground. "I'm sorry."

Ryou shook his head. "For what? You saved me from that guy."

"You wouldn't have been hurt if I hadn't worn this." Malik glared down at his uniform.

Ryou's eyes widened. "Malik, no, don't think that. We probably would have been attacked anyway; Ushio's always after us and Yugi!"

"But he targeted us today because of me wearing this!" Malik pulled at the pink jacket.

Ryou took his hands. "Mal. Mal, no. It's not your fault."

"Yes, it is."

"No it's not," Ryou insisted.

Malik sighed, shaking his head. He looked away. "If you're going to get hurt because of it, then I'm not wearing this uniform anymore."

Ryou's eyes widened. "What?"

"You mean more to me than a piece of fabric. We've been friends since middle school."

"That doesn't mean you have to go through every day in clothes you don't want to wear for me!"

Malik shook his head and repeated, "I'm not doing it. Not if you're going to get hurt."

"Mr. Kaiba?"

"Speaking," Seto muttered, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder so he could type with both hands.

"CEO of Kaiba Corporations?"

Seto smirked. On paper, he wasn't the CEO. He couldn't be at only sixteen. No. On paper, some dimwit being paid a few thousand a month called Greg Whyte was the CEO.

But everyone knew that he was the CEO. The banks, the press, his colleagues, the public, everyone.

And no one confronted him about it.

"As I said; speaking. Who is this?"

"Wolfgang Ackermann; head of the German branch. There's been a problem with your latest Duel Monsters project."

Seto didn't stop typing. "What's happened?"

"We still can't figure out how to make the illusions tangible Mr. Kaiba. And our employees don't want to test it in case they get hurt."

"They won't get hurt. The monsters will be tangible. Not the attacks."

"We haven't figured out a way to do that yet, Mr. Kaiba."

Seto sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Didn't I send Kisara Fukui over to you?"

"Yes sir."

"Put her on the phone."

He heard a slight shuffle before he heard Kisara's voice. "Hello, Mr. Kaiba."

"Kisara, what's going on over there?" Seto leaned back in his chair.

Kisara hesitated. "We may need you to fly over. Even I'm struggling a bit with how to explain to everyone how to do this."

"You may need me to come over?"

"Slight understatement. We definitely need you."

Seto sighed. "I'll be there tomorrow." He hung up without saying goodbye. Just as he began to look at tickets, Joey came into the room.

He along with Mokuba were the only two allowed to enter his office without knocking. "Hey puppy," he greeted, distracted.

Joey picked up on it. "What's wrong?"

Seto sighed, shaking his head. "The project in the German branch hasn't been going well so I need to go and check it out."

Joey's eyes widened. "You're going to Germany? For how long?"

Seto looked up at him. "I'm not sure." He looked at his laptop again. "I'm going to book two tickets for the next flight."

Joey watched him for a moment. "I'll go tell Mokuba to get ready," he mumbled.

Seto frowned and stood up. "What do you mean?"

"You're bringing him with you, right?" Joey tilted his head.

Seto just chuckled, shaking his head. "Mokuba already misses enough school. He'll be okay here for a while; the servants always take good care of him."

Joey hesitated. "So who's the second ticket for?"

Seto wrapped his arms around Joey's waist, chuckling. "You really are dense at times." Joey scowled at him. "It's for you, puppy."

Joey's scowl evaporated, leaving him wide-eyed again. "Really?"

"Of course." Seto nodded. "If you want to come, that is."

Joey grinned and kissed him quickly. "I'll go pack."

"Did you get a lot of homework?" Bakura asked as Ryou came through the door of their motel room.

Ryou tilted his head. "No. Just maths and English. Why?" Bakura grinned and held up a DVD. Ryou's eyes widened. "Is that The Boy?"

"Yup." Bakura smirked. "I was thinking we could watch it once we're done with homework? I only have Japanese to do."

Ryou smiled and nodded. "That sounds good." He hesitated. "But if something's up with Yugi then I might need to drop it and go…"

Bakura frowned. "How come?"

"He's my friend." Ryou dropped his bag by the bed. "He's been there a lot for me, especially recently with my mother. And I need to be there for him."

Bakura rolled his eyes. "It's ridiculous that he's the one staying home from school after everything that's happened to us over the past two months," he muttered. "Nothing happened to him."

Ryou frowned at him. "Bakura, be nice. Yugi's been through a lot more than you realise."

"Such as?" He raised an eyebrow.

Ryou sighed and shook his head. "It's not my story to tell." He took his books out of his bag. "Let's get this done so we can watch the movie."

It was late. Too late for the beach.

Not that Tristan seemed to care.

Duke rolled his eyes, grinning. "Only you would come to the beach at nine in the middle of spring." It was still cold in the evenings and the cool sea breeze was blowing over them.

Tristan smiled, wrapping an arm around him. "You're here."

"Yes; because of you."

Tristan pulled him down onto the sand and they wrestled for a moment before Tristan managed to pin Duke down. "That wasn't very nice."

Duke spat some sand out of his mouth. "Neither was pulling me into the sand." He pouted. "It'll take me ages to get the sand out of my hair."

"Then don't use as much hair gel next time!" Tristan laughed, leaning down and kissing him. Duke returned the kiss, but Tristan pulled away a moment later and dropped a handful of sand over Duke before jumping up again.

"Hey!" Duke leapt up, brushing the sand off his shirt. He looked up to see Tristan running down the beach and he chased after him. "Tristan, you get back here!"

"You have to catch me!" Tristan laughed. Duke scowled and pushed himself harder. After a few minutes, he was close enough to lunge and tackle Tristan to the ground. Tristan frowned. "That wasn't very nice."

Duke just laughed. "Neither am I." He ran his fingers through Tristan's hair, getting rid of the sand in it.

"Thanks." Tristan sat up again and watched Duke for a moment. "Hey, Duke?"

Duke raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?" Tristan pulled a blue box out of his pocket. Duke's eyes widened. "Tristan, don't do this to me."

"What?" Tristan frowned.

Duke put a hand on Tristan's arm. "Please, please, don't propose. We're only in high school!"

"Duke."

"And what if something happens and we end up hating each other or-or there's a zombie apocalypse and one of us gets bitten?"

"Duke."

"Or-"

"Duke!" Duke stopped. Tristan chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm not proposing." He opened the box. Inside were two silver rings; simple bands with their names carved into them. "They're promise rings."

"That's practically proposing," Duke mumbled.

"Not that kind." Tristan shook his head and took out one of the rings, taking Duke's hand. "It's to symbolise that no matter what happens – even if we end up breaking up horribly and going after the same person or something – that we'll stay friends. Because I don't love you because of your looks."

Duke snorted. "Thanks."

Tristan grinned. "You know what I mean. Yes, you're hot. But I love you because I love your personality and your smile and your eyes and your laugh and just everything about you. And I don't want to lose you if we break up. I want to stay friends with you." He raised an eyebrow. "So what do you say? Do you accept the ring?"

Duke smiled and nodded. "Yeah." Tristan slid it onto his finger and put on his own one. "Just to be clear; anything includes trashing your pool table, right?"

"No." Tristan deadpanned. "Anything but the pool table."

"But-"

"Anything but the pool table."

Malik shifted uncomfortably in the polo t-shirt and jeans he was wearing. He glanced around the restaurant.

It felt as though everyone was staring at him.

Judging him. Just like at the café, but worse.

A lot worse.

"Malik-pretty?"

Malik looked up and smiled when he saw Marik. "Hey, Mar." He rubbed the palms of his hands together.

He could see confusion etched on Marik's face as he sat down across from Malik. "You're wearing boys' clothes."

Malik looked down. "Yeah…"

"What happened?"

"What makes you think that-?" Malik's words died in his throat as he met Marik's gaze. He looked away. "Ryou got hurt."

"So?" Marik raised an eyebrow.

Malik gave him an incredulous look. "He's my friend, Mar. He got hurt because I was wearing the girls' uniform!" He looked down, fiddling with the tablecloth. "I don't want any of my friends getting hurt because of me."

Marik watched him. "Malik-pretty, Ryou's your friend, right?"

Malik raised his gaze and gave him a 'no shit' look.

"Wouldn't your friend want you to be comfortable in the clothes you wear?"

Malik looked away again. "He would. He does. He said he does. I just don't want him getting hurt again."

"He won't," Marik said.

Malik laughed humourlessly. "He was attacked when we were walking back to the motel. It's not like a teacher can stop it; not like they would anyway." 'Bullying will not be tolerated' my ass. It was the biggest lie told in schools.

"Bakura can walk home with him," Marik pointed out. "He only didn't today because Ryou had advanced English classes after school and told him to go back because he could walk home with you because you were taking music lessons."

Malik shrugged. "So? That means every Monday, Wednesday and Friday Ryou would be walking home with me."

"Bakura and I can stay and mess around or get some work done in the yard while you two are in class," Marik said. "We'll wait for you. Those guys would have to go through us to get to you. And neither of us takes bullying well."

Malik shook his head. "N-n-no, that-that wouldn't be fair on-on-on you." He took a deep breath. He always started stuttering when he began panicking, and a restaurant on a date was not the place to do that.

Marik reached over the table and took Malik's hand. "Mal, you need to think about what's fair to you as well. We'll be fine. Bakura and I can kick the crap out of those guys any day. He may be scrawny but you don't want to get on his bad side, and I've seen them in gym. They fled like spiders when we went up against them in dodge-ball."

Malik couldn't help but giggle. "Really?"

Marik grinned and nodded, squeezing Malik's hand. "So don't force yourself to wear clothes you don't want to wear. Okay?"

Malik hesitated. "You're sure no one'll get hurt because of me?"

"I'm sure." Marik smiled.

Malik returned the smile after a moment. "Tomorrow I may or may not be wearing pink. Just don't let it draw your eye too much in class."

Marik gasped dramatically. "Malik. You mistake me for some sort of scoundrel."

"Mhm." Malik raised a knowing eyebrow. "Don't think I didn't see you earlier."

Marik coughed, grateful that his tan hi the blush creeping up his neck. "So, are you ready to order?"

Yami stared at Yugi's door for a minute. It didn't hint that anything was off. It was closed, yes. But the name plate on it – light blue and covered with stars with 'Yugi's Room' painted in sloppy, yellow finger-prints – from when Yugi was seven just gave off an 'everything's alright' vibe.

Still. Yami sighed and knocked on the door. "Yugi? It's me." No reply. "Is everything okay?" No reply. "Are you feeling any better?" No reply.

He frowned. He could be asleep. He tested the doorknob but it was still locked.

Where had Solomon left the spare key? The cupboard with the water heater in it? Probably.

Yami made his way down to the kitchen and opened the cupboard. As he had predicted, spare keys for every room lined the door. The game shop, the kitchen, the games room, the guest – or rather, Yami's – room, Solomon's room and Yugi's room.

Yami plucked the key for Yugi's room off the hook and ran back upstairs. He knocked once more, just in case.

No reply.

He sighed. "Sorry, Yugi," he mumbled as he slid the key into the lock. "I know you don't want to talk to me, but…" He shook his head and unlocked the door.

No one was there. Yami frowned.

That wasn't possible. He checked the en suite bathroom. No one. He checked the window. Locked, and it couldn't be locked from the outside.

Yugi's bed was unmade and a few of his things like the lamp on his bedside table had been knocked over. Yami frowned and checked the desk. There was a note.

He sighed in relief. Maybe Yugi had gone out before he got back to get some panadol – he knew they were running low.

He unfolded it and his blood ran cold.

I have him. Call 0120-324929. Call the police and I think you know what will happen.

Yami took a deep breath and pulled his phone out of his pocket. Who had him? Ushio maybe? Keith? Ryou had warned him that something might happen with Keith because of Saturday night – something about Yugi not paying for everything.

Yami punched in the number, his fingers steady. He could get Yugi back. He knew he could.

It didn't even dial a full time before whoever owned the phone picked up. There was a moment of silence before he heard a chuckle. "Hello, nephew."

Yami's breath caught in his throat. He was shaking now. "Aknadin…"

Suddenly, he wasn't so sure that he could save Yugi on his own.

DD: Well. I want to say that I didn't plan on that happening, but I did. Anyway, we are down to the final three chapters. That's right. There will be three more updates before The Boy in the Attic ends. I don't think I'll do a sequel, but I'll definitely be continuing writing this kind of book. Anyway, review time! Hope you enjoyed and see you next time Killer Queens!