OH SHIT! I forgot. I actually forgot. It's cause of all of this crazy stuff. Mainly Spring Break, which is just around the bend and the teachers are all like, "Hey! Let's give lots and lots and lots of work!!" Yeah. Super lame.

Pfht. So. Lots of people didn't get an email notice when my story updated last chapter, or maybe nobody did. Don't worry, there is nothing wrong with your email, ff . net just does this sometimes, it doesn't send me my review alerts either. It makes me feel so unloved. (pouts)

You know what's freaky? Some person used the name "Descendant of Ra" to review me! ISN'T THAT SWEET!?!

My like favorite author updated this week and put me and all that I write to utter and complete shame. Man, that (I'm assuming) girl is too damn intelligent. Seriously. She uses like the Chinese language in her stories and her plot is all amazing. Shame, lots of shame.

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Chyaputa 11: Touch

-((11))-

"Can you handle all those clothes by yourself?" Atemu questioned slyly, planting the sizable pile of expensive garments in Yugi's changing closet. The rock star's magnificent eyes were studying Yugi meaningfully.

Yugi nearly choked. "Y-yes, I think I can handle changing clothes by myself, thank you," he expressed, voice quaking.

Atemu exhaled a sigh of mock disappointment, eyes still dancing mischievously as Yugi shut the door. The average teenage boy's stomach was writhing excitedly.

For their date this time, Atemu insisted on buying Yugi new, "hot" outfits, and before Yugi could resist, they had found themselves in the middle of a large, very public, clothing store. Other shoppers wandered aimlessly between rows and racks of various expensive garments, unsuspecting that a world famous rock star was in their midst. Amazing what a large black hat, dark glasses and a long high collared trench coat could accomplish.

Yugi pulled on outfits one by one, stepping out of the cubicle to look at his horribly lanky body in the mirror and to let Atemu scrutinize him, which he did, very enthusiastically.

"It's a little tight…" Yugi observed, noticing how the clothing clung to him.

Atemu seemed to have caught onto this too. "It looks great."

Yugi felt the temperature rise in his face. His heart, it seemed, had gotten permanently stuck in between his ears. "I can't wear this in public, I look like you!" Yugi exclaimed, currently wearing a tight pair of jeans and black shirt.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Atemu commented, pouting.

"Its not but you can't want to date someone who looks exactly like you, do you?" Yugi asked.

"Please, Yugi," Atemu claimed, "Just because you're wearing a pair of pants that are similar to mine doesn't mean you look exactly like me."

He turned Yugi's head toward him and placed a hand under his date's chin. Even behind those glasses, the rock star's stare made Yugi's senses spin in dizzy circles.

"I could never have beautiful purple eyes like you do, and I certainly wouldn't want you to have my eyes. I like that you're different."

"Uh…" Yugi gulped. Their faces were once again very close together.

This was the date Atemu had been talking about. What had he said over the phone the other day?

"Your first kiss will be amazing. I'll make sure of it."

Yugi stopped breathing. Was this it? Was this the moment he would remember for rest of his life? Here in this clothing store changing room?

Atemu grinned and let go of Yugi's chin. "Perhaps a little later."

Yugi felt cheated. Atemu chuckled and gently guided him back into the cubicle again. "Try the black pants with that red shirt and that vest thing. I'll find something you'll wear if it's the last thing I do."

Hiding behind the protective walls of the changing cubicle, Yugi wiggled his way down into the pants and threw on the shirt and vest. When he emerged, he was horrified to find Atemu's the hat and glasses discarded on the floor and the rock star studying himself in the three-way mirror, playing with his hair.

"At- I mean, Yami!" Yugi cried, grabbing Atemu's arm and shoving him into a nearby changing room. "What are you doing?"

"What? The hat was itchy and it was only for a moment," Atemu said, scratching his head. "Sweet outfit, by the way."

"What if someone saw you?" Yugi questioned, anxiety catching up with him.

"Yugi," Atemu interrupted his date's panic soothingly. "It was very brief, I'm sure no one noticed and if they did they didn't get a very good look."

Yugi felt silly for worrying but he was afraid of anything that would cut their precious time together short. Anything that would make him miss his chance to have long-awaited, extremely-anticipated first kiss.

"Alright… but don't do it again, ok?" Yugi warned.

Atemu smiled and planted a kiss on Yugi's check. "Deal."

Yugi's small world went spinning again.

They sneaked out of the cubicle, Atemu snatching up his hat and glasses again, and Yugi stood in front of the three-way mirror. He was surprised at what he saw there.

"See? What did I tell you? Gorgeous," Atemu announced, admiring his boyfriend in the mirror.

For once, Yugi couldn't complain. The pants were still tight but the black kept most of his leg's features invisible while still revealing their nice shape.

'I didn't even know my legs had a nice shape,' Yugi wondered, amazing.

"So…" Atemu pressured, apprehensively.

"The pants are still tight," Yugi protested. "And the shirt is a little too fancy…"

"Compared to the others you might as well be a nun," Atemu commented firmly. "Come on, you look good in them and you know it. These aren't that much different then what you were wearing before."

Yugi sighed. "Fine, I'll get them."

Atemu's face was glowing. The happiness was infectious.

While Yugi changed out of the outfit and put back on regular clothes Atemu went and delivered the piles of extra clothes to the counter.

Yugi emerged from the changing room, the clothes Atemu was buying him folded over his arm. "Where should we go after this? There's a movie theatre down the street or do you want to pick some clothes out for yourself."

"I think we need to leave as soon as possible," Atemu said. His voice was vacant of the delight that had been there not a minute ago.

Yugi sensed Atemu's sudden mood change. "What's wrong?"

Atemu's mouth was tight. "When I went to return the clothes, the lady at the counter looked at me… funny."

Yugi was confused. "Funny how?"

"Like she saw me, funny," Atemu hissed, mouth barely moving. Yugi peered around his boyfriend to see the lady at the desk talking to another store clerk, both women glancing at them with creepy excited looks on their faces.

Horror struck. "Like she recognized you?" Yugi gasped. "You're sure?"

"Yeah," Atemu grunted rigidly.

"Shit," Yugi moaned. He shot a look at the two women again. They were definitely talking about something. "Um, ok. I'll go buy my stuff and then we'll leave."

Atemu nodded, stiffly. The two of them marched straight passed the women and her friend and headed in a crash course for the cashier desk. Before they were halfway across the store however, Yugi's eyes were spotting people darting between aisles. There seemed to be twice as many as shoppers than before they had gone into the changing room and every single one of them seemed to be watching them. Goosebumps spread up Yugi's arms even though they were walking quite fast. It felt like the scene out of some horror movie.

"Crap," Atemu growled under his breath.

"We can come back to get my stuff later," Yugi suggested in a hushed voice as he noticed a girl with blonde pigtails behind the jewelry counter talking excitedly on her phone while her eyes followed their progress.

Atemu hesitated. "That's… probably best."

Yugi dumped his clothes on a nearby rack. Their pace increased as they turned toward the door. Was Yugi just being paranoid or did he hear the sound of multiple feet coming up the path behind them? He didn't dare risk a glance over his shoulder. Atemu's grip on Yugi's hand was iron tight. The rock star's complexion was too pale.

Then out of nowhere, a saleslady appeared in their path, blocking the way to the exit. Her knowledgeable saleswoman smile spread too far across her face. Atemu and Yugi flinched simultaneously.

"May I help you with anything, young men?" she inquired but she was definitely facing Atemu when she said this. "Anything at all I could help you with, dear?"

Atemu and Yugi glanced at each other. The plan was clear.

"Run!" Atemu hissed and, refusing for even one millisecond to let go of Yugi's hand, dodged around the saleslady and, dragging his date along side him, dashed at top speed through the glass doors. Yugi did all he could just to keep himself from tripping.

The two of them were flying down the sidewalk, hand in hand, shoving their way through the crowds of people.

As they turned a sharp corner, Yugi made the mistake of looking back the way they had come. His stomach lurched unpleasantly.

A growing crowd of teenage girls and middle aged women were charging like a flood through the streets behind them. The looks on their faces were utterly ruthless and very nearly resembled ravenous wolves.

"Holy shit!" Yugi squeaked and plunged head long into the next street, running for his life.

((11))

It was evening at the Pizza Palace, a time notorious for being dreadfully dull. Ryou even put a hand up to stifle a yawn as he announced, "Next," lazily.

However this night was an exception.

Ryou only noticed the significant crowd outside the Pizza Palace's doors when he heard his coworkers talking behind him.

"Seriously, said Bokkai actually got a phone call from him!" a girl hissed.

A costumer stepped up to Ryou's counter. "Yes, I'd like a large pizza with mushrooms, peppers, extra tomatoes…"

"How is that possible? Why would Bakura, oh god, Bakura come here?"

Ryou was not listening to his costumer anymore. And there was that swarming crowd at the door. Shit, shit, shit… He wouldn't. He wouldn't. He wouldn't.

"I heard he's coming here to see someone," the first girl said significantly.

"Who? Tell me, tell me!" the second pleaded.

And Ryou couldn't help lean toward the two speakers.

"Hey! Are you listening to me?" his costumer demanded. Ryou jumped and shook and gasped.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry," Ryou stumbled. He was shaky and nervous and his stomach wasn't cooperating with the rest of his body, as though it would rather jump from its confines and roam free. "I'm sorry. I- I got to, um, check on something… yes."

And Ryou abandoned his post, like a bad soldier, and he walked round the corner to the kitchens and there were those two girls and for a moment he had convinced himself to question them and get that name out of them…

Until they both gave him that knowledgeable look that made Ryou… shit.

"I'm… taking a break…" he mouthed and he wasn't even quite sure if the words actually got out but it didn't matter.

Ryou dashed away, out of that restaurant and plowed himself through that huge crowd and he knew he would be murdered by his boss but that wasn't even relevant right now.

Then a mysterious hand grabbed the back of his shirt as soon as his feet hit the sidewalk.

There was no long, wild, white hair, except his own, because it was all tucked into the dangerous guitar player's huge ugly hat. And Ryou was too stunned to fight back as he watched Bakura drag him away from light, sound, people, safety, sense, reason… the bottom of his sneakers were scraped up by the rough concrete.

Ryou couldn't scream because that would call attention to him and his captor. But Ryou wriggled fruitlessly, stumbling along behind the determined, crazed rock star. Bakura was too caught up in the moment to slow down. He forcefully hauled his captive into the safest, semi-secluded spot, yet another alley between two giant buildings.

Finally Bakura stopped. Ryou's back was up against a wall, literally.

"Do you have any idea what the hell your doing?" Ryou exclaimed, as furious as he could get, yanking his arm out of Bakura's grip.

The rock star's face was, for once, very still. "Nope," he responded truthfully. "Not a fucking clue."

Ryou swallowed, words protesting in his already stuck throat. For some reason this honest answer only made him angrier.

"You called my job, you jerk! You- you- you got all these people here! If anyone finds out, do you have any idea- You selfish- I'm going to get fired! Thanks to you! I need that job, you idiot!" Before long Ryou found himself unnecessarily screeching at the top of his range. His voice was too shrill. It cracked twice.

And Bakura stood there and took it all in. He did not flinch or back off once. When Ryou paused for the briefest second to get a proper breath, Bakura spoke.

"I know you don't want to see me," he growled grudgingly.

Ryou was forced to take another breath to steady himself. "Then- then why are you here?"

Bakura scowled. "I've come for the same reason I did before. I had to see you."

Ryou's stomach was sick.

"And to convince you to take this." The rock star's hand jumped out of his coat pocket. The phony silver cross and chain shown in the light of nearby street lamps.

Anger revved up again in Ryou's burning gut. He had never met a person he hated more than Bakura. It was weird because Ryou wasn't even quite sure where all this hostility was coming from.

"I don't want it," Ryou stated, failing to keep calm. "I want nothing to do with you or your freaking money! Is it too much to ask for you to leave me alone? Stop following me or stalking me or whatever you're doing! I don't want to see you ever, ever again! You jerk! I HATE you!"

There was the clink of sliver on concrete. The cross had slipped from Bakura's fingers.

The back of Ryou's skull hit the brick wall behind him. Bakura's hands were on his head and white hair was everywhere.

Ryou did not react when Bakura started kissing him. His body was cold and unresponsive. Then Bakura leaned his whole body into Ryou, squeezing him up against the wall. All Ryou could focus on was Bakura raspy breath and dry lips.

Ryou clutched Bakura's coat, fingers hooking into the material. He gasped as Bakura unstuck his mouth from his. His brown eyes remained closed as Bakura started up again, hands gripping Ryou's skull more firmly. Ryou's mouth was flimsy like folds of paper. He couldn't help but notice how nice and strong Bakura's firm body felt.

Ryou had lost. He allowed Bakura entrance into his mouth. The selfish rock star all too eagerly accepted.

"Ryou?" The speaker sounded incredulous.

Reason was back and Ryou opened his hypnotized eyes to see two Yugis standing at the mouth of the alley. Ryou blinked and rethought this statement. Reason kicked him. There couldn't be two Yugis…

"Bakura?" The other figure questioned. He had red eyes and, therefore, could not be Yugi.

A low annoyed growl echoed out from the person whose pale fingers were tangled in Ryou's white hair.

Then another rumbling, harsher than the last that began down the street and grew steady louder as the stampede approached.

The taller not-Yugi looked around and his expression was stressed. "Shit!" he cursed grabbing Yugi's hand more tightly. Then he turned back to Ryou and his accomplice in the alley. "You better not get back to Ishizu before me, Bakura. I ditched first."

"Cry me a river, Atemu," Ryou's companion drawled nastily.

Yugi looked equally fearful. "How did they find us?" He glanced quickly at Ryou and smiled. "See ya tomorrow!" Unbearable shamed flared up inside of Ryou. Then the two intruders took off, feet flying. A large desperately scrambling mass of females followed. They were so fixated on their prey they did not even notice Ryou and his equally famous partner huddled there in the half dark.

Exactly five seconds after the mob passed, no more, no less. Ryou slowly pulled Bakura's arms away from him, removing himself from the rock star's hold.

"Ryou…"

The normal, not-famous teenager refused to look at Bakura as he moved away. It felt like someone had taken out all his organs only to put them back in the wrong places.

Words were breathy as they tumbled out of Ryou's numb mouth. "Please. Just don't..."

Ryou backed himself out of the alley and then, copying Yugi and his date, dashed off into the night, back to the chaos and undoubtedly impending harsh lecture from his boss.

((11))

It was fully dark when Yugi and Atemu were finally alone once again. They had only escaped the relentless mob of fans by jumping onto a bus at the last moment and then taking a short cut of Yugi's through the forest. Another three rapid switched buses later and Yugi and Atemu had utterly collapsed on the bus seat, hearts like thunder. They had been running for a long time.

"I think- we might- have lost- them-" Atemu panted.

"Shit-" Yugi's head and tilted back, watching the roof of the bus vibrate. "That-" he gasped, "Was a little- too exciting-"

Atemu grinned and placed his hand on Yugi's arm. "Agreed," he breathed. Even though the rock star's hand was hot and moist with sweat it sent shivers up through Yugi's shoulder. "So… now what? We're way outside the city by now."

"Now…" Yugi twisted and leaned his forehead against the cool glass of the bus window. It was dark outside but as the public transportation vehicle came to a halt at an intersection, Yugi spotted a familiar grocery store. "Hey… we're not too far from my house."

Atemu sounded interested. "Really?"

"Yeah, just like two more stops, I think," said Yugi sitting up and facing his companion. "But if we switch buses in five stops, we can catch one that will get you to a train station and maybe-"

"I want to see your house," Atemu demanded.

Yugi gawked at him. "Atemu, it's like midnight."

"So?"

"There isn't anything to do there. It would be really boring. And Jii-chan and Kaa-san are probably asleep," Yugi insisted.

Atemu shrugged. "All the better."

"We'll wake them. If I got caught with, ah, you in my room… not to mention the fact that you're a famous rock star, they'll kill me!"

Atemu grinned and slipped an arm around Yugi's shoulders. "Then we won't wake them."

"Atemu," Yugi whined.

Atemu stood, pulling Yugi up with him. "It's next stop, right?"

Yugi protested but it was futile and when the public transportation vehicle stopped, Atemu tugged Yugi off the bus into the cool night air.

Still quite reluctantly, Yugi allowed himself to be lead down the streetlight lit sidewalk.

"It's right down this path, right?" Atemu inquired, turning the corner anyway.

"Ah, yeah," Yugi muttered. "Um, Atemu, how do you know where I live?"

"Oh, I might have… done some research, you know, looked up your school, found where you live, where you do your grocery shopping…"

Yugi squeezed his companion's hand. "You rich stalker." Atemu shrugged in agreement. Two minutes later they reached Yugi's family Kame Game Shop.

Atemu whistled. "So this is it, your famous game shop, huh?"

Yugi shushed him. "Yep, this is it. It's a little small, I know." He approached the front door where the outline of a hanging "We're Closed" sign could barely be visible in the window and slipped a key out of his pocket.

Atemu placed an arm around Yugi's waist. "It's perfect. Exactly like I pictured."

The door creaked open and the two teenagers snuck inside the shop, shelves of merchandise looking oddly haunting in the deep shadows. Once Yugi sufficiently secured the front door, the couple tip-toed up the stairs. As they crept down the hallway, Yugi gestured toward two different rooms. At one he mouthed "Kaa-san", and at the other, which loud snores were emanating from, he mouthed "Jii-chan". Finally they reached the end of the hall.

Yugi nodded his head at last door. Atemu made a move to open it but Yugi stopped him.

"Give me a minute to clean up and save myself most of the humiliation, ok?" Yugi breathed, his mouth very close to Atemu's ear. The rock star rolled his eyes but consented.

Yugi dipped through the door and the soft sounds could be heard of clothing being piled into closets and books and accessories kicked under the bed. Atemu sighed bidding his time.

His gaze drifted around the hallway. It landed on a waste bin. A trash bag of, what looked like, scraps of paper were stuffed awkwardly inside, threatening to spill its contents all over the floor. Atemu moved to shift the bag deeper inside but something colorful inside caught his attention. Atemu leaned over and pulled out one of the scraps. The paper was thick and had a plastic-like slickness to one side. Atemu ran his thumb over that side. What was the pattern? It looked kinda like a… "B"? No, that was an "R"?

Atemu thought he recognized the font.

Three minutes later Yugi opened his door to finally show Atemu inside, instead he found Atemu hunched over a few scraps of paper lain out on the carpet, piecing together the upper portion of Atemu's face with the title "Descendants of Ra's Atemu, in concert-"

Atemu glance up when Yugi appeared. His face was grave.

Yugi saw the scraps that were all that remained of the numerous posters that had once littered Yugi's bedroom wall.

"I…" but Yugi put a hand to Atemu's lips and with a quick glance at his guardian's bedroom doors, Yugi tugged him inside.

Once the door was safely shut, Atemu opened his mouth.

"Yugi, those are our posters," he whispered.

Yugi looked at the floor. "Yeah, I know."

"It looks like there are at least ten different posters in there." Concern etched itself in Atemu's features. "They're all torn up."

Yugi kept his head bent. "They fit better in the trash can that way," he lied.

"Why did you tear up all my posters?"

"I…" Yugi bit his lip. "Don't get the wrong idea."

Atemu crossed his arms over his chest. "What idea am I supposed to get?"

"Are you angry at me?" Yugi asked fearfully.

"No," Atemu answered without hesitation. "Just confused."

Yugi shook himself. "I was confused, that's why… back when…" He finally lifted his head to face Atemu. "You remember, that night when we first met, outside that pizza restaurant."

This time Atemu looked away. "I see."

"When I got home, I felt so…"

"Angry?" Atemu suggested.

"No, not angry, never at you," Yugi insisted. "They needed to come down anyway." Yugi took one of Atemu's hands. "It's nothing, really. Don't think about it. You shouldn't have seen them."

Atemu clasped his boyfriend's hand and smiled sourly. "I know but I'm still sorry."

"It's fine. Everything's ok now," Yugi said, squeezing Atemu's hands.

They were smiling at each other, holding hands, standing so close and then the significance of being very alone in a secluded room with this sexy rock star finally hit Yugi. The flush that originated at his face seemed to spread heat through out his entire body.

Yugi knew what he wanted to happen there and that terrified him.

Atemu seemed to have noticed this too.

"So… this is your room, huh?" Atemu stated, finally looking around.

"Ah, yeah, it is," Yugi answered. Atemu stepped away, strolling around the space, observing it. Yugi couldn't keep his eyes off of every movement his boyfriend made.

"Does this skylight open?" Atemu asked, pointing a casual finger up to the window on Yugi's bedroom ceiling.

Yugi shrugged. "I don't know, I guess so. I've never tried to- Atemu, what are you doing?" he hissed, struggling to keep his voice down while conveying a tone of urgency. Atemu had climbed up on top of Yugi's desk chair and was now fiddling with rusty the locks of his sky light. "Atemu get down!"

There was a squeak as the hinges on the window gave way and opened out onto the vast night. Atemu grinned triumphantly, gusts of cool evening air flowing into Yugi's bedroom, stirring the loose papers on the homework desk.

"Come on, let's go," Atemu urged, offering Yugi his hand. "I bet you've never been up here."

"Atemu! We can't!"

Atemu smirked and tugged Yugi up onto the desk. "Who says?"

"If Ka-san and Ji-chan find us-" Yugi squeaked.

Atemu hushed him and then placing a foot on the top of one of Yugi's nearby bookcases, hoisted himself up onto the roof of the Game Shop. There was a couple of terrifying moments when Atemu was out of sight and Yugi was sure his boyfriend had somehow slipped off the slanted roof but then Atemu appeared to help Yugi up. Hesitantly, Yugi allowed himself to be pulled up to the roof.

Summer had settled comfortably over the town of Domino. Cool, free breezes cleansed Yugi's stiffened limbs and troubled mind. He could see miles and miles of streetlights spread out, dotted in between sleeping houses. The landscape seemed to reflect the stars in the heavens above.

How had this amazing scene been here, barely feet away from where Yugi slept every night, and he not notice it?

And there was Atemu, lounging on the roof tiles. His bright mischievous eyes were beckoning the other to come and join him. Yugi gingerly settle down next to his boyfriend.

"You're mad," Yugi told him.

Atemu laughed, loud and clear. Yugi shushed him, though he could not help but release an excited grin of his own.

"The view's beautiful," Yugi spoke.

An arm wrapped itself around Yugi's shoulders and Yugi's stomach lurched.

"I agree."

Yugi noticed Atemu gazing at him, not observing the scenery. If the cool air hadn't been there, Yugi swore his cheeks would have burst into tiny flames.

"Atemu…"

"Romanitic, isn't it?" Atemu asked, leaning into his boyfriend.

Yugi risked leaning closer to the warmth. His stomach was leaping, his heart sprinting. "Yes."

Atemu tightened his hold on Yugi's shoulders, his other hand, tucking Yugi's blonde bangs behind his ear. "Would you say it was perfect?"

"As close as I'll ever be." Yugi nodded.

"Good." Yugi thought he could hear a grin in Atemu's voice.

Soothing finger tips slipped under Yugi's chin, rotating his head.

Yugi and Atemu were facing each other. Atemu's smile faded as he drew closer, eyes drifting closed.

This was it.

Yugi panicked.

"What if I'm bad?" Yugi asked suddenly.

'Stupid! This is what I want!' Yugi scolded himself.

Atemu sighed and reluctantly leaned back. "You couldn't be if you tried."

"But-"

Atemu stopped Yugi's protests by putting a finger on his lips. "Just trust me and relax."

Yugi breathed guiltily and then as Atemu began his descent, Yugi closed his eyes.

It was soft and small and nice and so, so quick Yugi couldn't believe it was over.

He opened his eyes. "That's it?"

Atemu grinned. "That's all there is to it. Easy."

"Oh." Yugi leaned his head against his boyfriend's shoulder. His heart was pounding so fast that it kept him almost too warm. He had just completed one of the major events of life. He was so comfortable, so warm, so unbelievably happy. "Atemu…"

"Yeah."

"This night is perfect… This is going to sound corny but, I wish this could last forever."

Atemu chuckled. "That does sound corny."

"Hey!" Yugi cried.

Atemu laughed. "Calm down. It sounds corny 'cause I was thinking the same thing, silly."

Yugi smiled.

"So…" Atemu began, finding Yugi's face again. "Want to try again?"

Yugi blushed. "Sure."

Atemu's hands enclosed Yugi's head and two pairs of lips found each other again.

((-11-))

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! (fan girl scream) Yugi is so awkward, it's cute.

Ryou and Bakura… are so… hot. I can't stand it. I love angst. Yum yum yum yum.

Yugi and Atemu on the roof is like my ideal dream date. Hanging out on roofs, man. What is cooler than that? Ice cream, maybe…

Did I lie to you about the wolves? Nooooo. You all thought I was liar, didn't you? Ha.

Lots of beautiful, beautiful, beautiful kisses… yumyum. This chapter was so worth the wait, right? Right?

NEXT CHAPTER!! What? Yugi's crying? Why? Poor Yugi! Atemu's kicking butt and taking names while Malik and Mariku have a serious discussion over pen clippings.

Sound exciting? It should. Cause it is. Seriously.

Next chapter won't be late. I promise. I swear on the grave of my imaginary friend and broken childhood dreams.

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Lots of Kisses!

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