Isho: promised ya didn't i? i've grown addicted to apocalyptica lately, i love the cellos they use. cello's are smexy, fuck the piano! beta reader? .0^0.

Everyone just stares at me, making me fidget. No like this attention. Yams also looks kinda mad. T_T I have to come up with a believable excuse quick. Or just the truth.

"U-um, I g-got it f-from a f-friend. S-she l-likes to s-sneak int-to pl-laces."

They look even more confused. I get mad.

"What? You asked!"

The blond scratches the back of his head and they all look squeamish.

"I guess. That's a really weird friend you have. What is she, a pen-pal?"

"Let's just forget about it. Would you like us to show you around?"

Mai looks at me, waiting for an answer. I look at Yams then nod. Yams pipes in at this.

"Before he goes out I need to say something."

They all look at him.

"He has severe photo-sensitivity, so if we are going out he needs to get covered up."

Mai turns back to me, looking sad. No! 0.0 She bear hugs me again.

"Oh you poor thing! Don't worry, if you ever feel uncomfortable out there, just let aunt Mai know!"

I struggle to nod and breath at the same time. Those boobs are annoying. (i feel you yugi, they hinder my breathing too. sob sob. sometimes i just want to get them removed, they're not useful anyway.) She puts me down again and Yams leads me to the bathroom.

"I know you said it might not help, but it will give me and the others peace of mind."

He hands me some sun screen.

"You don't have to put it on your hands, I'll give you some gloves. Just put it on your face and neck."

I nod and he leaves the room. I squeeze the cold, smelly liquid onto my hand and start smearing it all over my face and the front of my neck. Yams comes back in with a large hoodie and gloves. He hands them to me and I put them on. Once I'm done, we head back out to the living room.

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Once we get to the others, Mai takes one look at him and squeals again. She makes to cuddle him again when I interrupt her.

"I don't think you need to do that again. His ribs are fine intact."

She just pouts and crosses her arms.

"Fine."

"Where do you guys plan to go?"

Ryou smiles.

"Well, we plan on hitting the major sites first."

I nod and we head out to the car, Yugi safely enshrouded in his clothes.

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When we finally get home at 5:00, Yugi looks utterly drained. (SHUTUP!IHATEPUNS!) He throws off the hoodie and gloves I gave him and flops face first onto the couch. I pick them up.

"Do you need anything?"

He looks up at me.

"A little bit more blood before I go to sleep I guess. I don't know when I will wake up again tonight."

I nod and walk over and sit next to him. He tries to drag himself up to my neck but I have to help him a bit. Once he bites down and starts drinking, he sighs instead of coos. Man, he must be really tired then. He stops by just slumping against my chest. I reposition him and get off the couch, carrying him bridal style. He cutely yaws and snuggles closer. I walk back to my room and set him gently on the bed. I tuck him in and go back to the living room. It's really hard remembering that he's 19, he acts so much younger.

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I get home and hang my coat up. Yami's bro is creepy, not only did he have a picture of me sleeping, he got it from an even creepier friend. All of this reeks of something bad, what 10 year old has friends like that. Not to mention the photo-sensitivity thing. Yami's family is pure blooded Egyptian, how do you live in a desert with a condition like that? Oh well, I trust Yami, if nothing else. I'm going to bed.

Isho: there u go. beta reader? .0^0.