(A/N: Oh. My. GOODNESS. You guys are just so awesome, did you know that? Thank you so much for all the positive feedback! I'm so truly grateful for all your lovely reviews and the favorites and the alerts! THANK YOU! I'm glad you guys are enjoying the lovesick!Yami we got here! And I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks he's so adorable. :3 Oh Gaga, this is my first update of 2011! HOW COOL IS THAT? Haha, sorry, got carried away a little. :D Anyway, hope you also enjoy this second chapter! I'm off to work on the 3rd right now! ... Okay, actually, I'm off to bed. xD

WARNINGS: Same as the first chapter. Remember: if you don't like Yami -and think he's way too OOC- please notify me. If you see any grammar mistakes/confusions, please notify me. If you just love how it all turned out, please review! :D Or even if you hated it all, please review! Criticism makes me better and helps me improve in my writing!

Disclaimer: Sadly, Yu-Gi-Oh! doesn't belong to me. It belongs to Kazuki Takahashi. Anyone ever wonder how he'd react with all the fics we write using his characters?)

Chapter 2

The first time they officially hang out together as friends, they're on a nice ice cream shop, each one of them eating a double cone. Since the slushies after class were an amazing opportunity to get them to know each other, Yami decided to invite Yugi to their unofficial second date (in Yami's eyes, of course) a couple days later at his favorite ice cream shop, and he was more than delighted when the little one accepted.

Yugi says a stupid joke—one of those jokes that are so horribly bad, they crack you up every time—and Yami finds himself having trouble to breathe. Not so much because of the joke, but because Yugi's laugh is just so beautiful and irresistible that it makes Yami laugh even harder. As a result, Yugi laughs a lot more, and it's like a vicious cycle they enjoy too much to break.

"So, Yugi," Yami says when he can finally breathe normally again. "Tell me a little more about yourself." He knows a lot about Yugi already from their time with the slushies: the boy moved to this city two years ago and began attending Yami's high school since then, even though they'd never even caught a glimpse of the other before. His father is a toy maker while his mother is a lawyer, both very successful. Yugi's likings include sports, some magazines, toys (because his father makes the best and greatest), painting, dancing (especially any kind of slow-dancing), and music. His music tastes go from hip-hop to jazz to classic to rock to pop to soundtracks.

Yugi scoffs cutely. "How much more do you want me to tell you?" he demands with a playful look on his amethyst (gorgeous) eyes. "I already said everything I'm going to say for a while!" He keeps eating his strawberry-vanilla ice cream to make his point clear.

"Aw, that's not fair!" Yami remarks, but Yugi apparently has stopped listening to him, for he bites into his double cone as if he were alone. "Yugi, don't be like that!" Yami pleads. Yugi's still by himself, and although Yami knows it's all a silly game, he's never liked to lose. "Okay, what do I have to do for you to see me again?"

"Your ice cream's melting!" Yugi sing-songs, rolling his eyes.

"That's not the point! Don't evade the answer, you little fiend!" Yami jokingly points at him with a crooked finger, almost like a villain from a cartoon. Nonetheless, he knows Yugi's right, his ice cream is indeed melting, and he can't have melted chocolate-pistachio ice cream staining his clothes, can he? Certainly not in front of such pleasant company!

"Fine, fine!" Yugi laughs, and Yami swear he sees his 'mini-me' floating around his head. The little one places an elbow on the table and rests his chin on his palm. "You tell me about yourself."

Yami crosses his legs with a kind of triumphant smile on his face. "What do you want to know?"

"Anything," Yugi says with a shrug. "I felt like I was the center of attention when we went out for slushies, and I really don't want you to get tired of me this soon."

Psh, as if that could happen! I intended for you to be the center of attention! Yami thinks, but keeps his thoughts to himself. Truth to be told, he didn't say anything about him over the slushies, so Yugi has the right to ask him this. "All right, then," he starts, scratching his chin. "I've lived here all my life, which is both cool and boring sometimes. My dad is sort of like a poet, and my mom is a musician."

"Really?" the boy interrupts, intrigued by this new discovery. "Is she famous? Does she play somewhere? What's her kind of music?"

"Whoa, slow down there, buddy!" Yami holds up his free hand, taking a bite out of his double cone. "Mom's not famous yet, sadly. But she'll be one day. I'm sure of it!" he laughs, making Yugi's disappointment turn into a smile. Yami has trouble remembering the rest of the boy's questions. "Erm, well, she plays at a coffee shop with some friends on Fridays and Saturdays. And she prefers to play jazz. Sometimes, Dad gives her one of his poems and she composes music for it. They've made quite a few ballads together."

"Does she play her ballads on the coffee shop?" Yugi asks, finishing the last bit of the strawberry ice cream ball.

"Occasionally, yeah," Yami answers, eating the last of his chocolate ice cream. "She doesn't for most of the time, though." Yugi nods, allowing the information to sink in. After a long pause in which they almost finish their double cones, he finally says.

"Your family sounds nice."

"They are," Yami agrees quietly as he does his biggest effort not to get lost in Yugi's angelical face. It would be terribly creepy if the little one caught him staring at him, especially if they've only been friends for slightly longer than a couple of hours. But he knows he has to focus on something else other than his family at the moment, or he's probably going to end up bursting into shameful tears to the guy he has a crush on. That would most certainly not favor his situation.

But he doesn't notice that Yugi notices his mood has changed. Because, for one, Yugi's not stupid, or naïve. He can sometimes get distracted easily, but he pays close attention to what surrounds him. When Yami finishes talking about his family and mutters that quiet "they are", Yugi knows that there's something Yami's hiding from him. Still, he doesn't ponder much on the matter. Yugi's got his own secrets, so it's only fair he allows Yami his secrets, too.

"I have to get going," Yugi says suddenly, looking at the watch on his right wrist. He stands up, biting the last of his double cone. "I promised Dad that I'd help him today, so I should probably leave." Yami's focus immediately comes back to the boy in front of him, and the words at the tip of his tongue come out before he even has the time to think them thoroughly.

"Do you need a ride?"

Yugi's feet stay rooted to the floor, and he glances at Yami as if the other one were crazy. Yami actually looks a little scared now. What if he went too far? He highly doubts it, though. Even if he and Yugi are barely friends, it's okay to simply offer him a ride home, isn't it?

"No, that's fine, thank you," he hears Yugi mumble. He tries hard not to be so disappointed, but he just can't help it. Maybe he did go too far, and now Yugi will hate him and never want to talk to him again and he might have lost the only chance he had at getting the guy he has a crush on to fall in love with him and—"I brought my car, so there's no need for you to give me a ride."

Oh.

Oh.

Yami has the enormous desire to smack himself. He did not start thinking like a lovesick little girl back there. Nope. He didn't. Not at all. And he really wishes Yugi would stop smiling like that because it only makes it harder for Yami to convince himself that he's not a lovesick little girl because of the frigging 'mini-me' doing acrobatics inside his head!

"I might need to take up that offer someday, though," Yugi adds, swinging the strap of his backpack into his left shoulder. He gives Yami a small wave of the hand (with a cute little smile, oh my gosh, this guy is just so sweet!) and makes a move for the exit of the ice cream shop.

"Good luck with your dad today!" Yami waves at Yugi's retreating figure. "Fill me in on the details tomorrow?"

"You got it!" Yugi yells back. Once he's already out, he salutes Yami with two fingers through the glass walls before running to his car.

"You got it," he said, Yami thinks when he's all by himself back home. He lies on his back on the bed and stares at the ceiling with his hands crossed behind his head. It wasn't "sure" or "of course." He said "you got it." All right, now he's truly having a hard time convincing himself he's not a lovesick little girl. And who knows, maybe he's starting to take a liking to those acrobatics 'mini-me' does inside his brain. Before falling asleep tonight, Yami considers going to the dentist tomorrow, and the reason has nothing to do with the chocolate-pistachio double cone he had earlier today.

(A/N: You can't deny it, you're just loving the 'mini-me', right? RIGHT? Please tell me you do. D: I might be going mad, oh Gaga...)