Why do people keep on saying that Jounouchi is OOC? He's totally not. I made some super special awesome explanation to this reviewer and now I wish I had kept it cause it sounded very convincing and very smart and I don't remember it at all. It was something about how Jounouchi is an outrageous person and how stroking the poster of Atemu was like him kissing his Red-eyes-black-dragon-card in that episode. And there was that episode where he challenged Otogi to all those games just to earn girls attention. (sigh) It was something like that.

Isn't it weird how "ff . net" let's us use asterisks (those star-type things on the keyboard that you get when you press SHIFT and 8) on reviews but not on the stories? That sucks.

My blood-relation gave me oodles and oodles of Yaoi manga and Pocky (awesomtastic candy treat) over winter break. It was AMAZING!!! YumYumYum. Teehee. It's kinda like being in Heaven… with lots of cute boys kissing each other. Hmmmmmmmmmmm….

Man, but you guys SO don't care about my life. You would mush rather read about YUGI AND ATEMU FINALLY MEETING!!!

SO GO READ!!!

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Chyaputa 6: Microphones

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Descendants of Ra entered the stage. Jounouchi and the others immediately launched themselves out of their seats, throwing their hands into the air and screaming, but Yugi stayed in his chair. He felt no urge to jump up like the rest of them; it was even sort of entertaining to watch them making fools out of themselves. Sure this Atemu guy was hot, no lies about that, and a great singer and, alright, the music was good but the magic was gone. Yugi no longer felt interested in anything else other than Yami.

Sure this Atemu guy seemed amazing but he was probably like every other famous person, filled to the brim with his own ego, stuck up and rude. Yugi even felt a strange sort of satisfaction in blaming Atemu for everything bad that had happened in his life. And he had pictures of this guy in his room? And he had dyed and shaped his hair to look actually like his? Yugi shuddered. What had he been thinking? Surely this guy was not worth all of this mess, not when he had Yami. Not when he was meeting Yami so soon, or at least soon compared to the hours of life that he had wasted talking about Atemu or listening to Atemu's music or gazing dreamily at his picture.

Still, it had been because of Atemu that Yugi had met Yami in the first place.

'I wonder what Yami smells like…' Yugi pondered, only mildly interested in the music as though it was pleasant background noise.

The minutes passed and Yugi found himself less and less interested in the show. He ended up staring lazily at the flashing lights letting his mind drift towards Yami. Yugi was thinking about Yami so much, he was starting to scare himself.

'I haven't even met him yet…' Yugi reminded himself sternly, blushing furiously. He became restless, shifting constantly in his chair. The seat he was sitting in became horribly uncomfortable. The concert was like some weird torture session. His emotions were constantly going up and down, thinking about Yami and longing for the show to end.

Yugi looked at his watch. It was just after 11 o'clock. Yugi's heart raced. Surely he could leave now. Yami might be early if he wasn't actually at the concert, besides it would be a good idea to leave before the crowds then he wouldn't have to fight his way out of the auditorium.

His mind made up, Yugi leaned over and whispered in Anzu's ear.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said. Anzu, too distracted by the concert, just waved a hand at him. Yugi jumped from his seat and dashed down the hall, throat clogged.

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Sweat from the heat of the lights covered Atemu's whole body and his throat ached from screaming into the microphone. He didn't have a watch on, he wasn't allowed one on stage, but they were nearing the end of their program so they had to be over soon.

'What if it's after 11:30 already?' he thought in panic. 'What if I took too long singing the songs?' He couldn't see three feet in front of him; the lights were flashing again. Finally, their last song was ending. The audience cheered and screamed. Atemu looked desperately for an exit. The concert would be over the moment he got off that stage.

"Thank you," he called, voice strained and out of breath into the microphone. "You've been a great audience." The crowd jumped from their seats, screaming for an encore but he just waved tiredly and began to walk off stage. "Goodnight!"

The darkness of the back stage blinded him for a second. He blinked and fought to clear his vision from the floating green and orange spots in his eyes. He trailed a hand along the wall as he struggled to find his dressing room.

Suddenly, there was a hand on his shoulder. It stopped him in his tracts and turned him wildly around.

"What? Who's there?" Atemu said squinting through the darkness. There was a hand on his head. Someone was in front of him, someone barely an inch or two taller than himself. The hand pulled his head roughly closer; lips met his in the darkness. Atemu was too disoriented and confused to contemplate this action. Someone, out in the darkness, was kissing him. They weren't half bad either. Atemu pulled himself away and saw a wave of pale blond hair.

"M-Malik?" Atemu stammered. Malik tried to pull his head closer again, his violet eyes glowing in the darkness.

'Yugi. Yugi is waiting for me…'

"I'm sorry, Malik. I can't do this right now," Atemu muttered pulling away completely and stepping rapidly backwards. He crashed into a solid wall, bounced himself off of it, turned his body around and rushed down the hall to his dressing room, without a single look back at Malik. He found the door to the dressing room in the darkness and pulled it open. Light flooded into his tired eyes. He blinked his way through the room, found his long black coat and put it on. He opened the dressing room door and was about to plunge back into the darkness of the backstage hall again when he ran into Mariku and Bakura, standing in his path.

"Excuse me, Mariku, Bakura, I have to-" Atemu began to push passed them when to his surprise, the Egyptian punched him across the face. Atemu fell against the wall beside him, a hand to his bleeding lip. "What the hell was that for!?!" Atemu screamed.

"What the hell has gotten into you!?!" Bakura screamed at Atemu.

"Do you have any idea what you've done to Malik, you bastard!?!" Mariku snarled, eyes flashing dangerously.

Atemu was angry now. He didn't care about Malik! He didn't care what he had done! He wanted to see Yugi and these idiots were keeping him from him!

"Let me pass!" Atemu growled and shoved Bakura out of his way. Bakura fell over, sprawled on the hard cold concrete floor. Atemu didn't even bother to see if his friend was okay or if Mariku had started coming after him. He kept running until he reached the end of the hall and flew open the door at the every end.

He was out on the street. The moist smell of rain after a storm has just passed hit him in the face. He welcomed it, he enjoyed it; it smelled like freedom. He ran around to the back of the auditorium and looked around. The streetlights were on but that was about it, not a single shop sign was glowing. He looked frantically around, searching for the restaurant Yugi had been talking about.

There. Next to a dimming street lamp, Atemu could make out a large picture of a pizza over a small cramped shop. Atemu started running. As he got closer, he saw the words, Pizza Palace, hanging above the door. Atemu's heart was racing as he skidded over the black wet shinning pavement towards the restaurant.

If he squinted he thought he could see a figure standing there in the dark doorway.

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Bakura picked himself off the concrete floor of the backstage of the Domino Auditorium. Mariku looked as though he were about to rip Atemu's head off.

"Wait!" Bakura grabbed the Egyptian's arm.

"Let go of me, Bakura!" Mariku snarled murderously.

"I'll go after him, you stay and take care of Malik," Bakura ordered forcefully. Mariku hesitated then he grudgingly whirled around and marched furiously back into the darkness back stage.

Bakura faced the door, dark eyes ablaze. No one fucking shoved him and got away with it, not even Atemu. Seriously angry now, he rushed toward the door Atemu had just exited out of, long white messy hair whipping around his head.

'How dare that bastard push me!' Bakura thought as he leaped out the door. He just managed to catch a glimpse of Atemu before he rounded a corner, heading towards the back of the large building. 'What the hell is he up to?!'

Bakura dashed after him, down the sidewalk. Atemu was far ahead of him but he had stopped and looked around before starting to run again. Bakura ran faster.

He was so completely focused on catching Atemu that Bakura hadn't noticed another figure sprinting across the shinning black road on an intercepting course towards him. Before he could get anywhere near Atemu or find out where he was going, that someone launched himself right in front of the rock star, forcing him to stop.

"Get out of my way!" Bakura snarled furiously.

"Not until you've give back what you've stolen from me!" the scrawny teenager cried harshly. Bakura blinked and took a better look at his captor in the darkness.

"You're that pizza guy…" Bakura said finally recognizing him. The pizza delivery guy's brown eyes hardened.

"I'm not letting you leave until you give me back my bag!" he said forcefully, his own long white hair swaying in the night breeze.

"Leave me alone, pest!" Bakura spat and made to walk passed him. The pizza guy stepped in front of him again. Bakura shoved him out of his way. The white haired teenager grabbed his arm. "Don't touch me!"

"I only want my bag!" the boy pleaded, his voice had lost its edge it was weaker now. "Just give it back to me!" Bakura glared down at the pizza guy, ruffling his already messy white mane.

"If you don't stop following me, I'll call security on you!" Bakura threatened and pulled his hand out of his grasp.

"Give it back to me! It's nothing to you!" the boy pleaded again. Bakura turned sharply to him.

"Why the hell do you want it back so badly!?!" Bakura spat.

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Ryou gulped. Bakura, the Bakura, glared down at him nastily.

"Why the hell do you want it back so badly!?!"

"It has…" Ryou hesitated, loosing his nerve. This Bakura guy was a lot bigger than he was and probably a lot stronger too. "It has something important to me inside it…"

"What's in it?" Bakura questioned roughly.

"Something that you wouldn't care about, just give it back to me!" Ryou cried again. He really didn't want to fight. He was bad at fighting.

But to Ryou's surprise, Bakura smirked, the same cold evil smirk he had used when he stole Ryou's bag in the first place.

"Oh, I see…" he sneered, dark eyes flashing amused. Ryou felt a little queasy.

"See what?" he questioned, trying to keep his cool despite the rock star's creepy expression.

"I get it now," Bakura mused softly, voice low. "You found out who I was, didn't you? That's the only way you could have found out where I would be…"

"Yeah, I did. So what?" Ryou admitted stiffly.

"So now you're milking this robbery for all its worth, right? Why didn't I see it before? What do you want? A couple of autographs? Money? Fame? Name it, kid."

"I don't know what you're talking about…" Ryou said slowly. "I just want my bag back…" Bakura's smirk faded.

"This is getting old," Bakura drawled, dangerously serious now. "Name what you want," he ordered. "Unless…" His mischievous smirk was back. "You want something a little more personal…" His voice was so low it made Ryou shiver.

"What are you talking about?" Ryou questioned, struggling to keep his ground but Bakura leaned forward overshadowing him, dark eyes hypnotizing. He placed one pale callused finger under Ryou's chin and tilted his head upward.

"It would be dream come true, wouldn't it?" Bakura purred, leaning even closer. A mix of musty sweat and spicy cologne wafted from the rock star around Ryou's nose. "Not everyone gets to sleep with a famous rock star…"

"Get away from me!" Ryou screeched and jumped away, his face was hot with anger and humiliation. "I-I don't care if you're famous! I just want my bag back! I'm not some idiotic sex-crazed fan! I just want what's mine." He stepped away. "Now, if you would please give me back my bag."

Bakura remained still; he looked even slightly disappointed for a second until he realized that this guy was serious.

"What's in it that's so important?" Bakura asked just as seriously.

"A necklace. A silver cross," Ryou explained dully. He didn't know why he was telling this guy anything. The rock star's eyes narrowed.

"You want it because it's valuable," Bakura said understanding.

"It was my mother's," Ryou corrected sharply, brown eyes hard. "She's dead." He held out a hand as though Bakura was going to hand the bag to him right there. "Please, just give it back to me. It's all I have left…" Bakura's face did not change, cold and emotionless. His dark eyes examined Ryou for a second and then he sighed irritably.

"I threw it away," Bakura admitted carelessly as though it was no big deal. Ryou's breath caught painfully in his throat, his hand dropped limply to his side. "Its gone you'll never find it again so give up and stop following me," he snapped coldly.

Ryou stared hopelessly at the rock star, his eyes wide and empty. After a few seconds the white haired teenager turned and ran furiously away from Bakura without another word. Bakura stood glaring hatefully at the spot where the guy had stood only seconds before.

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Yugi looked at his watch. The numbers 11: 41 flashed in the darkness. Yugi leaned heavily up against the doorway of the Pizza Palace.

'He's only eleven minutes late. That's not a lot of time…' Yugi tried to convince himself. In reality he knew it really wasn't that long but it already seemed like hours since he had been standing there. Yugi looked up at the sky. All the stars were covered up by dark shifting storm clouds. The rain had only stopped a few minutes ago.

Suddenly the faint sound of running feet hitting wet pavement could be heard in the distance, coming closer and closer towards him. Yugi pulled himself from the wall and looked frantically out into dark the street, blood pulsing in his ears. There was someone running towards him in the darkness. Part of Yugi's brain was telling him to turn and run away, the other half was trying to convince him to run and to meet the person coming towards him. His body compromised by staying put, frozen with anticipation.

As the figure approached the streetlight, its pace slowed. Now it was at a walk. Yugi's hands were trembling. He could see the faint outline of a large spiked hair as the newcomer came closer.

The figure's head hit the circle of light created by the street lamp.

Yugi was completely dumbstruck as Atemu, the Atemu, the lead singer of the Descendants of Ra, walked towards him. Yugi let out a hollow tense breath, eyes widening.

Now that his ex-perfect-example-of-human-perfection was standing right in front of him, Yugi found he had mixed feelings. His old self would perhaps have fainted at the sight of him but his new self, the part that waited eagerly for Yami, was extremely disappointed. Still this was a famous rock star. It wasn't everyday that one met a famous person. He should probably say something…

"Um… hello…" Yugi said, trying to sound cheerful. Atemu looked at Yugi curiously; dark red eyes concentrating on him, his gaze made still made Yugi's weak stomach flip.

'I think we're almost the same height,' Yugi realized in mild interest. 'I had no idea Atemu was as short as I am…' Seeing the celebrity there in person, in his hometown, not surrounded by billions of fans made the guy seem almost human. Almost.

"Ah… hi…" Atemu responded reluctantly. His voice was glossy. The rock star's eyes suddenly locked on Yugi's right arm. Yugi looked down to see the two red wristbands still on his arm.

"I'm waiting for a friend…" Yugi explained awkwardly, trying to break the silence, although how this was important to a famous, filthy rich rock star, Yugi didn't know. Atemu stared at Yugi for another moment more and then put a hand on his black coated shoulder.

In one clean sweep, the garment flew from his body, as gracefully as if it were made of silk. Yugi's eyes widened in shock.

There were two red armbands on Atemu's right arm.

"You're…" Yugi's knees felt weak. He tried to clear his suddenly dry throat. "You're… Yami…" The name came out harsh, almost like a whisper.

"Yeah," Atemu answered, still staring at Yugi with those beautiful penetrating red eyes. "I am Yami, Yugi."

Yugi's brain was numb.

"But you can't," Yugi said automatically before he could stop himself, hands shaking. "You're Atemu! The Atemu! I… you… just can't," Yugi stammered.

'Yami is Atemu. Yami is Atemu. Atemu is Yami. No. No. He can't,' Yugi mind spun. It wasn't true. Yugi had talked to Yami about Atemu. They had talked together about his wonderfulness. About the extent of their devotion… 'Shit.'

Yugi stumbled into the light. He had been safe, half covered in shadow, but now his hair was in plain view. It was almost perfect copy to Atemu's own.

As Atemu spotted the hair,

'Oh god, he's seen my hair!' Yugi thought horrified. As the two of them stood there, Yugi swore that the rock star's face grew pale. He could imagine the disappointment that was probably crossing Atemu's mind at that very moment. Yugi cringed involuntarily. 'He thinks I'm completely obsessed with him! Like I'm a stalker! But I'm not anymore!'

A horrible feeling was arising in Yugi's gut, eating at his insides. The impact of everything they had said to each other, everything Yugi had confided to him, came crashing down in a catastrophic fall. This was why Yami hadn't told Yugi his name. Yugi hadn't known him long enough. He should have learned more about Yami before trying to meet him. And now there was no turning back. Atemu and Yami… Yami and Atemu… this was all very, very wrong.

Yugi stepped back, shoulders hunched. His eyes were filling with tears; the image of Atemu in front of him was blurring.

"I'm sorry," Yugi choked, voice cracking. "I'm sorry. It's all… ruined…" Yugi blubbered uselessly. Now he was crying! How pathetic! How weak could he be! "I'll leave…" he whispered and turned away.

Yugi ran, tears streaming down his face as the cool moist night summer air stung his eyes, ears and face.

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It was late before Malik and Mariku reached their hotel again. They had given up waiting for Bakura and Atemu to return to the Auditorium after they had both run off into the night. Malik just wished that they were both still alive.

As the two entered the large suite, the horrible yet familiar smell of alcohol wafted through out the room. Malik held his nose as he entered.

"Well, I guess they're here," Mariku scoffed walking further into the room. "Or at least one of them is." He turned a corner and immediately tripped over something lying across the entrance to the hall.

"Bakura!" Mariku growled as he got himself back upon his feet. Bakura gave the drummer a drowsy half-death-glare and promptly flicked him off. There was a bottle of beer in his other hand and several other empty bottles around him. "What the hell have you done to yourself this time?" Mariku questioned nastily.

"None of yoourr bus-i-nessss… prick," Bakura slurred, turning away.

"Bakura, is Atemu home too?" Malik asked kindly. Bakura's drunken eyes stared for a second at Malik as though he couldn't remember who he was.

"He's in his-" Bakura hiccuped loudly, "…room…" he drawled lazily, his pale face looked slightly green as his tilted his current beer bottle towards Atemu's room, dripping the liquid all over himself. Mariku sighed and turned to Malik, scratching his scalp.

"Well, do you want to check on Atemu and I'll take care of this idiot, or… oh, I forgot…" Mariku mumbled watching the other cautiously. "You probably don't want to get anywhere near Atemu now, do you?" Malik blinked then remembered that moment backstage where he had foolishly tried to kiss Atemu. Malik felt burning shame in the pit of his stomach.

"No, I'll take care of Atemu," Malik said firmly, straightening up. Mariku nodded slowly, eyes still on him.

"Well, come on, you lazy, ungrateful dipshit. Let's get you all cleaned up…" Mariku snapped at the drunken guitarist. Bakura gave him a "don't piss me off or I'll throw up on you" look. Malik turned away and approached Atemu's door.

Malik knew it had been childish and naive to fall so deeply into this childish crush with Atemu when clearly the other didn't feel the same way but he couldn't help it. Even as he put a hand on Atemu's door, he felt the foolish desire to leap into Atemu's arms.

The door opened and darkness greeted him. There were no lights on in the room, only a pale orange glare that drifted in from the streetlights eight floors below.

"Atemu…" Malik called weakly into dark room. There was no answer. Malik walked further into the room and saw a figure in the corner, sitting on the floor, knees pulled up to his chest and arms lying uselessly on the floor beside him. Malik felt a wave of pity wash over him and he rushed over to Atemu's side.

"Atemu, are you alright?" Malik asked kindly. Atemu shook his head, sad golden bangs swung sluggishly in his motion. "What happened?" Atemu's blood shot eyes did not look at him but stared uselessly into space.

"He wasn't supposed to do that… he was supposed to be happy…" Atemu muttered almost silently in the darkness. Malik put a comforting hand on his shoulder, though he had absolutely no clue what Atemu was talking about. Atemu bent his head onto his knees and sobbed. Malik had never seen Atemu cry before. This new feeling scared him. Malik put an arm around his shoulders, hoping the other would stop. Atemu was supposed to be the strong one, not him. Malik didn't have the strength to comfort anyone.

In the next room, the violent sounds of Bakura throwing up the six beers he had just consumed into the toilet could be heard.

"I'm sorry, Malik… I'm so sorry…" Atemu mumbled through the sobs. Malik's lip trembled.

"It… its okay, Atemu…" Malik reassured awkwardly.

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Teehee. You thought it was going to all hugs and kisses, didn't you? All, "Oh you're that famous guy? Cool. Let's make out!" right? But that would be too easy and boring and who wants to read a boring story. I certainly don't want to write one.

Hmmmmmm… this is a good chapter. Angst is good for the soul, you know, in regulated amounts of course. Not like slit-my-wrists-emo all the time, just a dab here and there just to spice things up.

Now that I think of it, Atemu is such a tragic hero. He's all perfect except for one little thing, over confidence. Oh well.

Bakura is such a bastard. Ryou is cute. WHY AM I SO MEAN TO MALIK!!!!! (sniff)

NEXT CHAPTER: Yugi takes up redecorating. Ryou learns to knit. Bakrua's still a beautiful bastard. Atemu jumps out a window… just kidding…. or maybe not…

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