I'm sickly. Everyone around me is sickly. Finals are coming up so this isn't a very fun time. (STRESS!)

Why is it that whenever I really need to study or I get a big-bad-20-to-50-percent-of-my-grade project, all I want to do is write. I didn't so any work today. Well, I didn't do any homework, I wrote quite a bit, which usually translates for me into a page. (shrug)

You know what's a silly word? "Guffawed" is a silly silly word. I wonder where I got it from. Maybe in a dream. A bad dream.

Yum. This chapter is when it starts getting good, in my opinion. Yum, yum.

Japanese Terms:

-chan : suffix usually used for girls, kids or to be cutesy or degrading

-(4)-

Chyaputa 4: Cellular Phone

-(4)-

Yugi hummed, smiling as he exited the school building on his way home. It was exactly one month until the Descendants of Ra concert and he just couldn't wait.

'I wonder if Yami is going to see them too,' Yugi thought as he walked through the archway out of school. 'Although he might have to leave again for another country before the concert… I should ask him tonight…'

He was looking forward to another long conversation on the phone with his friend. His grandfather had questioned him about who had been talking to on the phone for 7 hours straight every night. Yugi had told him it was a friend from school and they were helping each other with homework. That would at least keep his mother away, for a while.

Yugi noticed recently that he had been thinking about Yami a lot. Sometimes he'd find himself in the middle of class thinking about what he might look like or where he was or what he was doing at that moment.

In fact, Yugi was so preoccupied by his thoughts of Yami that he failed to notice that he had walked right up to a group of upperclassmen until he was barely a foot from them.

"Well, look here, its little Yugi-chan," a rough voice sneered. Yugi looked up in surprise to see three upper classmen surrounding him, cutting off his escape.

"H-hello…" Yugi gulped trying to keep his voice pleasant. "How are… you all?" He really didn't like these guys. They always jeered at him, Jounouchi and Honda in the hallways. Their main guy, Ushio, had something against gays.

"You going home, fag?" the one behind him hissed.

"I-I was planning on it," Yugi gulped and made a motion to walk pass them.

"Without saying goodbye to us?" another one of them cooed. The others guffawed cruelly.

"Don't have you little clique to protect you now," Ushio snarled, small eyes narrowing, towering over Yugi's small form. "I'm surprised. I thought you all were inseparable. Bet you all fuck each other at night, don't you fag? Have a little party at night, huh?" Yugi's face turned red. He was now wishing he had taken up Jounouchi's invitation to go the arcade.

"L-let me pass," Yugi stammered trying to say calm but his hands trembling madly at his sides.

"But we wanted to play and we know how much you like playing with boys." There was a hand on his arm. Yugi shoved it away and tried to run for it. Ushio grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back. The other two had closed in as well.

"Le-leave me alone…" Yugi protested, terrified.

"Bet you like this, don't you?" Ushio hissed in Yugi's ear. "Always dreamed of being surround by guys, haven't you?" There was a hand on his chest, on his face, on his leg.

Yugi's brain was burning; his senses had gotten all fuzzy. Panicking, Yugi screamed as loud and as shrilly as he could, thrashing his arms around his head. Two of the guys let go, a little startled but Ushio held on; his arm clamped around Yugi's thin shoulders. Yugi bit the thug's arm and Ushio cursed and his grip loosened. Yugi slipped out of his hold but Ushio grabbed the back of his jacket uniform. Yugi tore it off his shoulders and ran, brain screaming in panic.

People jumped awkwardly out of his way and stared at him strangely as he ran as fast as his short legs could carry him. He reached the bus stop but waiting for a bus would take too long. He didn't have time to wait for it; they'd catch up to him. They'd find him for sure if he stopped. Yugi kept running. He ran and ran and only when his sides were burning and it hurt to breathe did he finally collapse. His breathing was coming out in strained gasps. He lay on the ground in exhaustion, head and heart pounding so much they were blurring his vision.

(4.12)

Bakura was walking down the hall when he heard a phone ringing in Atemu's room. Bakura pause and took a couple steps backwards and saw Atemu's cell ringing. Who would be calling Atemu? Who would Atemu have to call anyway? Curiosity getting the better of him, Bakura marched into Atemu's room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" he answered harshly.

"H-hello… is Yami there?" a small weak nervous voice asked. Bakura scowled.

"There's no one here named Yami," Bakura spat coldly. "You've got the wrong number. Go call somewhere else."

"But… this number's worked before…" the voice protested almost desperately. "Are you sure there's no one named Yami there…?"

"I'm sure. Goodbye, never call here again," Bakura growled and hung up before the person and time to answer back. "God, how annoying!"

(4.24)

Yugi placed the phone back on its stand. Was it really a wrong number? No, it couldn't, he had memorized that number by heart. There was no way it was wrong. Maybe he had dialed it wrong. Yugi picked up the phone and tried calling again but the phone didn't ring, Yami's cell phone had been turned off.

Jaw trembling, Yugi gave up. He stared up and the ceiling forcing himself to take deep breaths. He still hadn't recovered for Ushio's confrontation; his whole body was shaking involuntarily as though the air in the room was freezing cold.

'Yami… where are you?' Yugi pleaded at the ceiling. 'Yami…please…'

(4.36)

"You're back late," Bakura observed as his fellow band member walked in through the door looking dead tired and worn out even though it was only 8 o'clock.

"I've just had to suffer through yet another photo shoot that was supposed to end at three! This was supposed to be my day off!" Atemu groaned as he collapsed on the couch dramatically. "Sorry, I'm just not in the best of moods, Bakura."

The guitarist glared at him. "Did you really turn down a date with Malik?" Bakura questioned bluntly.

"What!?!" Atemu cried out and fell off the couch on to the floor. "I did no such thing. Malik's never even asked me," Atemu said firmly, pulling himself off the floor.

"Oh yeah, he did," Bakura said dryly, with an evil little smirk. "Mariku says Malik's really upset. Malik told him that back in America you said you would rather sleep in then go on a date with him," Bakura prodded rudely. "A little cold, were you?"

"But I didn't…" Atemu protested and then stopped. Now that he thought of it, he had said something like that to Malik but Malik hadn't been asking him out on a date at the time… he had been… been… "Wait…he was asking me out?" Atemu asked cautiously.

"Yep," Bakura answered, grinning broadly as though this was all very amusing.

"Are you sure?" Atemu asked, now feeling very guilty.

"Oh yes," Bakura said still smirking, eyes flashing.

"Ah crap," Atemu hissed. "I had no idea! And I said that to him?"

"Yep."

"Shit," Atemu moaned slapping a hand over his face. "I didn't mean that… well if I had known I at least wouldn't have been so cold."

"You mean, you wouldn't go out with Malik anyway?" Bakura asked astonished.

"Well… don't get me wrong, Malik's a really nice guy I just…" Atemu stumbled looking for the right words. "It would be weird, I mean, we're all best friends, right? What? Why are you laughing?" Atemu accused frustratingly as Bakura began chuckling.

"I can't believe you haven't noticed! Malik's been like totally in love with you since the day he met you!" Bakura explained, hardly containing his laughter. "Mariku and I have known for ages!" Atemu's jaw dropped open.

"…he…he has?" Atemu questioned uneasily. Bakura barely managed a nod through his laughing fit. "Oh…" Atemu crossed his arms over his knees and horrible sick feeling stirring in his stomach. "I've never even thought of Malik that way." Atemu looked over at Bakura. "Is he… really upset? Like seriously?"

"Yep," Bakura chuckled. "Man, you are so dense!" Atemu bent his head. Now he really felt sorry for Malik. How could he not have noticed? How could he have been so stupid?

"I can't believe this…" Atemu muttered, shaking himself. "I'm going to my room. This is too much." Atemu got up off the floor and started walking towards his room.

"Oh yeah, one more thing," Bakura called after him. Atemu turned just in time to see his own cell phone flying at him through the air. Atemu caught it.

"Ah… why do you have my cell phone?" he questioned suspiciously.

"Some kid kept calling your phone. Looking for some guy named 'Yami,'" Bakura explained. "I think he's called every five minutes for the last four hours."

"What!?! He was!?!" Atemu exclaimed, suddenly panicking. Bakura lifted one of his slim eyebrows, suspiciously.

"You know that kid?" he questioned. "Hey Atemu! I'm talking to you!" Bakura cried as Atemu ran down the hall to the privacy of his room. Atemu sped around the corner and out of Bakura's sight. He found his room, flung the door open and slammed it shut, locking everyone else out.

Atemu turned his cell phone on. He had 37 missed calls.

"Oh Yugi…" Atemu breathed and began dialing.

(4.48)

"Yugi, are you in there? I called dinner twenty minutes ago," his mother called through Yugi's locked door. Yugi was curled up on his bed staring at the phone, the same position he had been in four hours ago when he had gotten home.

"I'm not hungry," Yugi said weakly.

"Yugi, come out. Your grandfather and I have been worried sick. You're always on the phone or on the internet and you close yourself up in your room. Yugi, we're worried about you…"

"I'm fine, mom. I've just got a lot of homework okay," Yugi lied, his voice louder than it needed to be to block out any sign that his emotions were unstable. He knew he didn't sound very convincing but he didn't care.

"Well… okay. But Yugi, we really do love you, alright. You can talk to us whenever you need to," his mother's kind voice called as he heard her walk away and back downstairs.

'I don't want to talk to you! I want to talk to Yami!' Yugi's brain screamed, his hands clutching the comforter of his bed.

Suddenly the phone rang. Yugi snatched it up in a flash

"Hello," Yugi gasped, fighting to breathe.

"Yugi?" that very familiar comforting voice replied.

"Yami… I… I've been calling and you never picked up," Yugi said shakily.

"I'm sorry, I had this meeting with these stupid people and it ran over! I'm so sorry Yugi," Yami explained.

"That's… It's… I'm fine, don't worry about it," Yugi said, voice tight.

"But you were calling me over and over again! I'm so sorry, Yugi!" Yugi found didn't care. He didn't mind how long he had waited for Yami because he was here, now Yugi could talk to him. Yugi held the receiver closer to his ear as though this might bring them closer together.

"Who-Who was that guy who answered your phone?" Yugi asked, voice squeaking. He didn't actually care who it had been, he just wanted to hear Yami speak to him again, wanted to hear the comforting tones of his voice to stop his hands from shaking.

"Oh, he's ah… one of my parent's- friends'- sons," Yami explained. "Not a very pleasant guy, he stole my phone that's one the reasons I couldn't call you."

"That's nice," Yugi said, only half listening. His voice was tight as it fought to keep itself steady. "Good you got your phone back…" His voice squeaked painfully beyond his control.

There was a pause.

"Yugi… are you okay?" Yami asked.

"Oh yeah, I'm-" Yugi gasped air back into his lungs. "…fine, just fine."

"You don't sound good," Yami said, his voice worried. "What wrong? Are you sick?" Yugi hesitated, he couldn't speak. If he knew if he tried to talk about everything that had happened that day it would fall out of his mouth. "Yugi, what happened?" Yami said more urgently.

"Yami… do you have a girlfriend?" Yugi asked, struggling to keep his voice under control.

"A what?" Yami asked, taken aback.

"A girlfriend. Do you have one?" Yugi questioned urgently. He had to find out. It was important. His hands were trembling.

"Ah… I've had some but I don't have anyone at the moment," Yami admitted distractedly as though he didn't understand what Yugi was trying to get at. Yugi's heart sank down past his stomach, down to the ground as it struggled to stay alive. "Why are you asking this?"

"I needed to know… but I guess it doesn't matter now," Yugi muttered, voice growing softer weaker, more distant.

"It does matter! Yugi, tell me what's wrong!" Yami demanded. His beautiful voice was uncharacteristically shrill. Was Yami afraid? Yami was never afraid. Yugi's throat hurt, growing tighter and tighter by the second.

"But you might hate me…" Yugi said hesitantly.

"I won't hate you Yugi. I could never hate you," Yami said very calmly and clearly. Yugi's mouth trembled, clutching the phone in his sweaty hands.

"I…" Yugi gulped. He had to tell him, he had to tell somebody. "These guys, at my school, always make fun of me and my friends and taunted us, and well… I was walking home from school and they cornered me alone and…" Yugi's voice was breaking down. He could hear it as it thickened and dropped blubbering from his mouth, but he had to keep talking. "These guys surrounded me and s-started calling me and n-names and…"

Yami was silent. Was he too silent? Was he even listening? Yugi wished he could see him and yet at the same time wished he wasn't talking to him at all.

"They taunt me because… b-because I'm gay…" Yugi finished. Had Yami heard? Why wasn't he saying anything? "And they started closing in on me and grabbed my… sh-shoulder and I-I just panicked and ran for it, I even left my school uniform jacket and my bag behind…" Yugi stopped, the phone pressed painfully against his ear to make sure he wouldn't miss Yami response.

"You're what?" Yami asked very slowly, his voice was emotionless.

"I'm gay," Yugi admitted, trying to make it sound as though this fact was nothing of great importance. What was Yami thinking? Had he just lost his friend forever?

"You're gay?" Yami asked again. Yugi's spirits fell ever more, crumbling. Yami hated him. He hated him.

"It's not what you're thinking, I'm… I mean it's not bad. Its not unnatural or anything, you know…" Yugi rambled himself into silence waiting for Yami to respond.

"You like guys?" Yami asked again. Yugi was very confused and frustrated now. Why was this so hard to understand?

"Yes, I'm gay," Yugi said weakly.

"Yugi," Yami said, very slowly. "I'm bi."

This time, it was Yugi who could not comprehend this statement.

"You're what?" Yugi asked, completely shocked.

"Bi, I like guys and girls," Yami repeated, he sounded almost relieved.

"You are?" Yugi asked again but the pressure in his brain seemed to be increasing, inflating like a balloon about to explode.

"Yeah."

"Really?" Yugi was taking short sharp breaths. His chest hurt. Why was this so hard?

"Yes," Yami finished. There was silence. Yugi found he had nothing more to say.

'Yami's bi. Yami is bi,' he repeated silently to himself, letting it sink in.

"Weird coincidence, huh?" Yami said finally, breaking the silence. Yugi couldn't take it anymore. Tears were falling down his face. His weak trembling lip finally let out a soft shaky sob. "Yugi? What's wrong?" Yami asked, soft voice full of concern.

"I was so s-scared," Yugi sobbed again; his mental barrier was collapsing. "I thought you'd hate me, like those g-guys at school. I was so s-scared when they surrounded me. I just wanted to be left alone!" Yugi's tears were falling onto the phone's mouthpiece. Yugi wondered if Yami could even understand him anymore through all the sobs. "I d-didn't do anything to them! Why c-can't they leave me alone?!"

"Yugi…" Yami spoke comfortingly. "I don't hate you. I will never hate you. Those guys at school don't matter. They're just ignorant, narrow minded bastards." Yugi sniffed and wiped the tears off his face on his sleeve.

"I wish they'd leave me alone," Yugi moaned as he collapsed upon his bed, the phone curled next to his ear. "Why do they hate me?"

"Yugi… if I were there I'd protect you," Yami's voice rang next to his ear. "I promise, I'll protect you and you can tell me anything! I'll never hate you…"

"Yami…" Yugi breathed the last of his sobs fading away and closing his eyes. "One day… if it's okay… I'd like to see you."

There was a long pause. It seemed longer than life itself.

"I-I'd like to see you too," Yami responded.

Yugi smiled into his bed sheets.

(4.6)

Bakura was still sitting on the couch when Atemu reentered the room, his cell phone held in a limp hand at his side. There was a pale sort of numb yet satisfied look on his face that Bakura had never seen there before.

"What the hell was that kid about?" Bakura questioned rudely.

"What?" Atemu said as though he just noticed Bakura was there. "Oh nothing, nothing. Wrong number." Bakura raised an eyebrow but shrugged and continued polishing his precious guitar.

"Did you talk to Malik?" Bakura asked, flicking dust particles away from his precious instrument. Atemu looked slight dazed.

"Who?" he asked airily.

"Are you feeling okay?" Bakura prodded angrily. "You just took your phone and disappeared into your room for about two hours. What happened?"

"I took a nap," Atemu answered defensively. "What's the big deal?"

"Nevermind," Bakura growled.

The doorbell rang across the room in the rock stars' hotel suite.

"Who'd come at this hour?" Atemu asked, eager to change the subject. Bakura laid his guitar lovingly down upon the couch cushions, walked over to the door and looked out the spy hole.

"Pizza's here," Bakura said triumphantly.

"You ordered pizza!" Atemu exclaimed, standing up. "You can't order pizza! The hotel we're staying at is supposed to be a secret, what if reporters find out where we're staying! And besides that, Ishizu's going to kill you! We're not allowed to eat that stuff!" Atemu hissed grabbing Bakura's arm that was reaching for the door.

"Yeah but I'm hungry and I'm sick of that healthy junk. I want fatty cheap processed stuff now, dammit!" Bakura fought his arm free from Atemu's grip and opened the hotel door.

A scrawny pale teenager stood at the threshold, a pizza box in his hand. He had the words; "Pizza Palace" printed across his red and white uniform. His long white hair was falling out from underneath his hat, a pair of tired brown eyes staring out a pale face.

"That'll be 1300 yen," the boy said without looking up. Bakura took the pizza and searched his pockets.

"Ah, Atemu. Spare some change for your friend," Bakura ordered.

"Me? I didn't order," Atemu protested backing away. He was surprised the pizza boy hadn't freaked out and squealed the moment he had seen them.

"Look, I'll pay you back. What's 1300 yen to you anyway?" Bakura spat. At that moment the pizza boy lifted his gaze up from the ground and his eyes cleared as they focused on Bakura.

"Ah, Bakura?" Atemu hissed, nudging him the side. They had just been discovered. Atemu could tell. The pizza boy would recognize them and then their location would be all over the news and they'd never get away from the mobs.

"What?!" Bakura snapped and then saw where Atemu was looking. The pizza guy was still standing there, squinting at Bakura as though he couldn't quite place his face.

"Do I know you?" the delivery guy asked pointing at Bakura.

"Bakura…" Atemu growled quietly in a low warning tone.

"Shhh, don't worry. I have this covered," Bakura whispered back at him and then turned towards the pizza guy. "So, have you placed this face, yet?" he asked pointing to himself. Atemu slapped his forehead.

"Oh good gods, not again…" he groaned hopelessly.

"I'm pretty familiar, aren't I?" Bakura said smoothly leaning casually up against the doorframe, grinning smugly.

"I guess…" the pizza guy said, still thoroughly puzzled.

"Well, how about I give you my autograph and we just call this pizza thing even, shall we?" Bakura said craftily before the poor guy had a chance to respond.

(4.72)

And then the white haired guy smirked.

"Well, how about I give you my autograph and we just call this pizza thing even, shall we?"

Ryou stared and then it suddenly hit him. That smirk and those cold dark eyes, he had seen them before. But where…?

"So who shall I be making this out to?" the white haired man asked grabbing a piece of paper from the nearby coffee table.

"You… you're that guy…" Ryou mouthed pointing firmly at him, eyes widening. It was all becoming clear. He remembered where he had seen that face before.

"Yes, yes, that guy. Now who do you want me making this out to?" the man asked again, dark eyes flashing.

Then hatred flared within Ryou.

"You're that guy who stole my bag!" Ryou exclaimed finally voice becoming harsh.

The white haired man went rigid against the doorframe. "What?" he asked, suddenly unbalanced. Ryou straightened up.

"You stole my bag on the street while I was going to school!" Ryou demanded. The other guy behind the thief, with hair that looked suspiciously like Yugi's, looked at his friend suspiciously.

"You did what?" he questioned his friend incredulously. The theif with the white hair scowled coldly, his cool confident smirk completely gone from his face. His cold dark eyes glared at Ryou angrily as though the boy had interrupted something important.

"I don't have any idea what you're talking about, kid," he added rudely. "But thanks for the pizza. Bye," he spat and shut the door in Ryou's face. Ryou was so shocked for a moment he just stood there, still pointing at the place where the thief had been.

"Hey," he said and anger flared up inside him. "Hey! Give my bag back, you thief! Give me back my stuff!" There was no response behind the door. Ryou pounded his fists against the door. "Come back out here! You jerk! You coward! Give me back my stuff! Come out here!!" Ryou screamed but his voice echoed dully in the empty corridor.

After a while, Ryou's fists began to hurt. His brain, which had already been aching from lack of sleep, was now pounding from the sound of his own screaming. There was still no response behind the door. Ryou glared at it, anger fuming up inside of him.

"Bastard…" Ryou muttered and kicked the door very hard making his toe scream with pain. He could sit outside his hotel room and wait until the man came out again and then confront him. Suddenly Ryou's watch beeped. He looked down at it and saw he was almost fifteen minutes late for his next delivery.

Ryou glared hatefully at the door again. It was only one delivery, he could miss it, but Ryou couldn't afford to lose his job. He needed that money for his rent. Reluctantly, Ryou drudged back down the hall and then suddenly cursed loudly as he realized the white haired thief had never actually paid for his pizza.

(4.84)

"God, I thought he'd never leave," Bakura said stepping away from the spy hole in the door.

"You stole that guy's bag?" Atemu accused unbelievingly, glaring at him, arms crossed over his chest. Bakura scoffed and walked back over to the couch.

"It's just a bag. Don't know why he's so upset," Bakura growled indifferently as he sat back down next to his guitar and opened the pizza box.

"And now you've stolen his pizza," Atemu added incredulously.

"Who cares?" Bakura grumbled darkly. "He's just some guy I'll never see again. And who gets so worked up over a stupid bag anyway? Immature bastard."

Atemu frowned. "Why were you even stealing bags in the first place?"

"Cause I felt like it," Bakura spat. Atemu's disapproving frown deepened.

"You're horrible. You're a horrible excuse for a human being," Atemu snapped. "We're rock stars, for god's sake, Bakura! We're filthy rich and famous! We don't need to steal anymore!" Bakura started on his second piece of pizza, not taking in a word of Atemu's lecture. "It's not like it used to be."

"Yeah, I guess its not," Bakura snarled much more coldly than he needed to be.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Atemu accused harshly. He was really starting to get angry now. "Why are you acting like this?" Bakura stood up sharply, eyes and face cold and unmoving. Suddenly he wasn't hungry anymore.

"I'm going to bed," he snapped and snatched up his guitar and left the room.

(-4.9-)

See what I mean? Yummyness. Like a chocolate bar that's been left in the sun that you have to lick off the wrapping… yeah. Chocolate…

BAKURA IS SUCH A BITCH!!!!

WHAT AM I DOING TO MALIK!!! AGAIN!!!!! (sobs and shakes head sadly) I swear I did not plan this… my fingers are moving by themselves…

It's so weird to me that Ryou has an attitude. So very, very odd.

Its late, I'm tired, not funny and haven't edited this chapter as much as I would have liked to. Which is too bad because this really is one of my favorite.

Anywho: IMPORTANT NEWS!! I wanted to bring up a proposition to you all wonderful wonderful people. After this chapter I will be going back to my usual one-chapter-every-two-weeks schedule because I need more time to write the ending chapters of both this fic and the other one I'm working on.

Yeah, I know, you're all sad. Don't you try those puppy dog eyes, it won't work unless you're Yugi or Ryou. No, no, threats won't work either. Bribes… I'll need some time to consider that one.

So, anyway, I was thinking. "Maybe as a special treat I'll post the first chapter of 'Contamination' cause I want feedback on my new story!" And man, is it totally different from this one. I mean, totally, totally, different. The style, the themes, the depth, the (cough, fucking, cough) COMPLEXITY… the, ah, sexual content level (cough). ("A Means of Comunication" barely makes it to "T", it probably could have been "K+" only I wanted to keep my dignity and reputation, (hahaha, keep my dignity))

Man, I am so not funny today.

Anywho, so, would you all like to see the first chapter of my not-completed-won't-be-posted-for-another-millennia story? Or would you all prefer to wait til I actually finish the damn thing?

REVIEW to respond. Or, you know, not respond, whatever floats your boat.

NEXT CHAPTER!! The concert approaches. It's only three days away. Atemu's slacking, Yugi's day dreaming, Ryou's going slightly mental, Bakura's a bitch, (big surprise).

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