Title: Here We Go Again
Theme: 84 – Make-Up
Summary: It had been three weeks, and Yugi was doing fine. Better than fine. And he certainly didn't want to hear Yami say he was sorry.
Rating: K
Genre: Drama
Notes: I've been naming these fics after song titles, if anybody noticed, haha. My sister was playing Demi Lovato while I was writing this, and I couldn't get it out of my head, so thus, the reason why this one is named as it is.

It had been three weeks, and Yugi was doing fine. After all, Yami was the one that broke up with him over the phone. The phone. Any decent guy would at least have had the courtesy to break up in person. I mean, really.

This was what Téa was telling him, at least, as they walked home from school at three-thirty in the afternoon, rambling on about how Yami was totally a selfish jerk, and kissing an aloof guy like him would be like kissing a rock anyway; Tristan chimed in occasionally, mentioning his aura of superiority that the guy seemed to drag everywhere.

"The guy had bitchin' hair, though," Joey said thoughtfully. "Not even kidding. It was awesome. No offense, Yugi, but his just had more umf."

Téa hit the blonde in the arm as Yugi laughed, then stopped – as he saw Yami, standing across the street, in the middle of the park. Staring. Waiting. For him. Of course.

"I'll talk to you guys tomorrow," Yugi said distractedly, walking over. He could vaguely hear Téa telling him to just ignore him, but Yugi didn't, and was soon standing a meter away from Yami in the park under the giant oak.

"Yes?"

"I…" He looked uncomfortable. Well, good.

"If you don't have anything to say, I'm going to go home. Just don't start stalking me, okay? I don't want to end up on a therapist's couch spouting off one of those creepy ex-boyfriend stories." He was halfway through turning around, back to his friends, when a gentle arm stopped him.

"No, Yugi wait. Please." A breath. "I'm sorry. And I know how lame that sounds, and how bad this looks. It's just… I was kind of forced into breaking up with you."

Yugi's expression did not soften. "Forced," he repeated bluntly.

"Look, it's just – my parents – " Yami ran a hand through his already messed hair, frustrated at how the words weren't coming easier than they should. "They just… don't really understand. But I don't want to limit myself to them."

"So you changed your mind?"

"Yeah."

Still. "That doesn't make what you did right."

"I know." Yami frowned at the ground. "And as soon as I realized that, I also realized I didn't really have the right to confront you, even to say sorry. But I came, because I'm selfish, and a jerk, and…"

"…and a selfish jerk. Yeah, I know." Yugi sighed. "All right. Let's try it again."

His head lifted. "You're serious?"

"Yeah. No promises, and I doubt it'll work in the long run, but… sure, why not. But I can't go over to your house again. Your roommate creeps me out."

"Bakura?" He thought for a moment. "Yeah, I suppose I can see why he would. All right."

"Also, my friends… don't really like you." They began walking back together, to the friends across the street. "Except for Joey. I have a feeling he'll be asking you to borrow your hair gel soon."

"It's natural, actually, though I know you won't believe it."

"You're right, I don't." Yugi sighed and smiled. "Good to have you back."

Yami looked at him, shocked and touched at the same time. "Good to be back," he murmured, and slung an arm around the other's shoulders as they stepped out from under the tree.

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Notes: Man, a lot of these themes are practically the same thing. "Joy"? "Bliss"? Ah well. I'm working with what I've got.