Woop! I'm back~ But sorry for the short and lazy chapter, I couldn't focus and it just sucks cus I got bored and added something crackfic-ish. X~x

Yugi: Me too!

Yami: I guess I have to be here too then. –sighs-

Yugi: I'm being really mature and stuff in this chapter…I don't know if I like it or not…

Yami: Well you could always switch with me—

Yugi: NOOO! No no no no no!

Yami: Oh come on!

Do the disclaimer!

Yugi: K! YamiNoIcexIcuo does not own Yugi, or that other thing in there (no spoilers).

Yami: Thank for making my life an effing fairy tail with your reviews –banging his head on the wall-

Yugi: Enjoy~!

Atem's 1POV

Chapter 8: Jōyōheki (Addiction)

My footsteps pounded the gravel beneath me and I nearly flung myself into the direction of the hospital. People looked in my direction only to see a blur before their eyes. I'd never run this fast or hard in my life and I was on the track team.

Not even five minutes ago, I received a phone call from none other than Tea Gardner. I'd contemplated hanging up since I didn't really want her getting into the habit of ringing me up, but the news she gave me had me nearly putting on my mom's shoes to get to the hospital.

She told me that Yugi had been in a serious accident and he was in the Domino Emergency Care Center. I didn't want to drive the car, because this city had way too much traffic and it'd be hours before I could get to Yugi.

My best bet was to run, and it'd save me half the time.

About half an hour later of running straight and taking little breaks, I was right in front of the Hospital's doors, breathing heavily and looking at the building with unwavering eyes. For a moment I felt like maybe if I stood there long enough that Yugi would come out, shouting that he was fine and swatting at every telling them to stop coddling him.

But after a few seconds I knew my hopes were too far off and that I'd have better luck hoping to get struck by lightning.

Straightening up and patting myself down as much as I could, I walked briskly into the Emergency Center's main entrance. I didn't like hospitals very much, and I was glad to be in one again. I'd lost my sister in hospital a while back, she'd come to the emergency room with all sorts of tubes in her and a mask on her face, helping her breath. She was beaten, bruised, and bleeding; she looked like someone had tried to end her life, but she fought back.

She'd been in the hospital for almost a month, unconscious for all 27 days. I'd come to read to her every day, sometimes having conversations with her that I knew where very one sided which only made me more upset. The doctors told me they didn't know when or if she'd wake up, but I'd got the answer sooner than I'd ever wanted.

While I was reading to her one day, going over the lines of her favorite Twilight book, New Moon, when the second main character was getting pounded by the big bad group of vampire, she flat lined right in front of me, making me drop that back to slam my hands against the nurse button.

They'd put the paddles against her chest, gave her CPR, put an oxygen mask on her and everything; but Mana hadn't even so much as let the paddles restart her heart in the slightest. They called the time and I freaked out, crying and throwing myself at her, trying to shake her awake. I was thirteen at the time, she was my paternal twin and I felt absolutely lost when she left this world.

After about a year, I decided to get back on my feet, and keep living for her, knowing she would've smacked me in the head if she knew I was moping about. I knew she wouldn't have wanted me to live my life suffering, so I pulled myself together, started letting people in again, and made sure to keep my sister alive inside my heart; knowing she'd never leave me.

Yugi was one of the first people I'd let in. He knew how to talk to me, how to comfort me, and he was like the sun to all my rainy days. I showed him my sister's picture and he'd told me she was very pretty, when I broke down crying he let me do it on his shoulder, holding me until the sun went down. He was my first love, he's still my first love, and I'd be a wreck without him. I just hoped that his situation and my sister's weren't the same.

Past the second double sliding door and the wheelchairs racked up next to each other nice and neat I strode over to the large desk that stood out as soon as I got through the door. There was a burly looking nurse on the other side, clacking away on a keyboard with nails that could probably scratch your eyes out in one go.

Even knowing that, I pressed on and slid right in front of her, confronting her directly. At first she looked frightened, like I'd startled her, but she should be used to this by now, it is an Emergency room after all. After a minute though she calmed down looking me over, probably checking me for injuries, then she looked directly up at me. "How may I help you?" She asked me, a little too sweetly for my taste.

None the less I put in my request. "Hi, I'm looking for-." I was cut off brusquely by, what I recognized to be, the sound of my Brooklyn accented friend calling my name.

"Atem!" He called me again, making me turn to the sound and swivel my head to the left. There were a few chairs in what looked to be a separate section from the front desk, some circling the perimeter while others sat in two rose in the center, facing away from each other. In the far right corner were my friends and some strangers that I was foreign to. Seto Kaiba and his two brothers were there as well, Mokuba sitting at the edge of his seat and Icuo had his eyes closed, hands together in front of him as though he were praying.

Joey himself had his arm up, watching me, when he finally caught my attention he lowered said limp to wave me over. Without giving the nurse a proper apology, I jogged over to the group and stood in the center of them, bringing all their eyes to me. Tea looked as though she'd been crying, her eyes puffy and red, while her lips quivered just slightly, like she was holding back the urge to cry on. Akefia and Bakura were sitting beside one another, Akefia holding Bakura's hand and rubbing the back of it with his thumb. Ryou was sitting on Joey's right with his face in his hands, his albino locks blocking out all emotion and ignoring the outside world, while Malik was pacing on Joey's left, not even looking at me when I passed him.

I was sickened by the fact the situation was somewhat laughable. I couldn't help it. Half of my friends were in their Halloween costumes. Akefia was dressed in an orange jump suit with the words 'Cell mate 69' on his left breast, while Bakura had on a cop's uniform with a badge that said 'Officer Nasty' in gold print; the outfits did nothing but put my mind in the gutter and make me pray for their sanity. Malik's costume was obvious from the black cape and way too fancy outfit he wore along with the sharp objects in his mouth; he was a vampire.

I knew that they'd been planning a Halloween party that night, but apparently some people in our fine group weren't as shady and cold hearted as they might wish they were. All of them were worried about Yugi, no matter how much some of them didn't want to admit it. Now if you thought about it that way it was sweet, but if you thought about it from the view of anyone who didn't want to get investigated, things got sour fast.

I finally gathered up my assessment, not knowing what to think from their expressions. It was time for some answers. "Is Yugi ok?" I asked quietly, not knowing my voice had become so emotionally exhausted within the short period I'd been standing their staring them all down.

Joey's eyes softened, seeing that my worry had emasculated me he decided not to take note of it and instead…half answered my question? "Define… 'ok'…" He hesitated in his speech, his eyes cast down to the floor as he spoke, scratching the back of his head in an awkward motion.

I raised a brow at him, finding what seemed like Joey stalling highly aggravating and annoying. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?! Just tell me if he's going to be ok or not!" I growled, beginning to raise my voice.

"Atem…" Bakura grunted next to the blond, looking at the floor. For some reason his voice sounded too soft; as though he knew something that I either didn't know or he didn't really want me to know. I blinked. Why was everyone being so hesitant around me? By the look on their faces it wasn't like Yugi had died or anything, but… Being out of 'the know' only left my mind to go that far. I didn't want to imagine Yugi lying on a gurney dead as a door nail, but that's all I could think of when everyone just looked away from me when I spoke. The thought of Yugi having lost his life in such a sudden way just made tears burn in the back of my eyes.

"Just tell me what happened to him; you have to— t-to tell me…" I said feeling myself begin to break down. It was getting harder and harder to keep my cool with so much silence, it wasn't fair.

Tea was the one who finally stepped up to the plate, ready to bat. It turned my maroon red eyes to her, trying to keep a straight face even though I knew I was on the verge of hyperventilating. She looked very hesitant, but willing and she gave me the most sympathetic look I'd ever seen; the same expression I got from the doctors so long ago. "Atem…we called you last because we know how much Yugi means to you and how much you care about him." She began, giving me her full attention, as far as I knew everything was still on thick ice, a fifty-fifty shot at cracking and falling through or walking across like you were Jesus; he hadn't heard any pass tense in her voice so that had to be a good sign. Right?

"About two hours ago…Bakura brought Yugi in to get some help after falling down a flight of stairs…" She paused looking to me to see if I was listening, but the more she looked the more apprehensive I became; how the hell could I not be listening, this was about Yugi. "He cracked his head open…and he was rushed into surgery as soon as they got in. Yugi wasn't conscious at all and they think he had a concussion. They said he's still alive and all, and the wound should heal in a month or two…but…" She paused again, frustrating me to the point that I snapped.

"Just fucking say it Tea!" I shouted, making some of the other people in the cramped waiting room turn to look at me and our group; giving us worried and disgusted looks alike. I didn't care though, my eye never left Tea. Even as she tried so hard to look elsewhere, those azure beams always came back to mine.

"Yugi's in a coma Atem…he's stable right now…but they don't know if he'll make it or not…" She finally said, sitting back down right afterwards. Her eyes had filled with tears and they were beginning to brim over to touch her quivering lips.

I was frozen, paralyzed with the update on Yugi's condition. It was just as I'd suspected. They'd called me last because they knew I'd been through this before…but, now that I knew… I had to hold back the bile threatening to crash through my esophagus, my lips trembling in curved lines on my face and the tears that I'd been holding back beginning to wrack my whole form. My knees were starting to buckle under me but I held my breath to keep myself from falling to the floor in a massive heap. "Are we aloud to see him yet?" I asked brokenly, feeling my resolve slipping away.

Joey shook his head. "They only want family in there right now; Yug's gramps is up there, but we aren't allowed to go up there yet." He explained, looking me in the eyes. I could tell by the sympathetic look he gave me that he knew I was crushed. But when I began seeing spots in my vision I knew it was worse than what he thought.

I collapsed, hitting the cold marble flooring with such force it made a loud smack sound. As my vision went to black I could only take note of the shuffles of feet and numerous worried voices around me that made my head spin.

The only voice I would be overjoyed to hear then was Yugi's. The way he'd grovel on the floor with me if he knew I was hurt, the tears that would spring to his eyes as though he could feel my pain, and the sweet warmth his arms would bring if they'd wrapped around me then; it would have saved me all the grief in the world...

But Yugi wasn't here, and I might never feel his warm touches again; never see him smile the way he did; and never hear that soft bell like voice that my heart string strum as though he were an angel playing my heart….

Yugi…

Please come back to me…

Yugi's 1POV

I giggled happily, pushing off from one wall to the next as I flew around the grand ballroom. I hadn't exactly gotten the hang of turning and stopping my wings yet, but Yami was teaching me, step by step.

When you get past the 'I put you in a coma and I really wanted to kill you and eat your flesh' side of Yami it opened up a book on how playful and sassy he could be. He was also very nice once you saw through his intimidating persona. He even let me give him a small nuggy when he refused to tell me how to land after I'd started flying. I ended up falling on him, sitting on his back until he told me how to land properly.

Flying was something I'd never dreamed of doing; not even in my wildest dreams. But now that I was, several feet off the ground, smiling down at the very person that'd given me such an opportunity; I couldn't imagine ever giving it up. I could almost say Yami had birthed me and given me a new life to live; even if it was just for one month.

I flew close to the small Spider prince and my wings began flapping gradually slower until I finally stood on my own two feet before those crimson red eyes. I could tell Yami was watching me, looking me up and down from head to toe. I couldn't help but blush in spite of myself. Yami had been staring at me the whole time, only grinning or smiling when I caught him.

To be honest, I didn't think it was fair. He was younger than me, so why did he get to have all the fun? Couldn't I make him blush just like he did me so he'd know how it felt? I was shy dang it, it wasn't my fault my face liked acting like a tomato.

Yami smiled when he'd finished looking me over, a gleam in his eyes that mocked the fact he knew he'd been caught. "So, are you satisfied with your flight perception?" He asked cockily, knowing very well I'd enjoyed myself.

I gave him a pout and lifted off the ground again, floating above his head. "I won't be satisfied until you're up here with me." I said aloud, not really meaning for it to sound like it did. It sounded a bit more husky and persuasive than I'd have gone for, but it was out in the air and there was nothing I could do about it.

Yet, my offhanded comment actually got Yami's cheeks to pinken faintly, which in turn interested me and caught my attention. Why could ghosts blush and stuff in the first place? Weren't they supposed to be dead? "Hey, Yami?"

The short ghost shook his head harshly, assumingly trying to get his thoughts back together, before looking up at me and nearly bumping his nose with my own. "Yes?" He asked formally, making me roll my eyes a bit.

"How come I can see you blushing even though you're not…" I trailed off not wanting to say the rest. Pushing that fact that someone was dead into their face was just too low of a blow, I'd have to kick myself for it, even if Yami said it was ok.

Yami blushed again a bit, leaning his head back down so I couldn't see his face. It put a damper on my parade a bit, but I'd let him have his space. "Only other ghosts and spirits can see each other's emotional expressions. Living beings have a tendency to use this to their advantages so it's just easier for us to be free and not exercisable by the living. The moment we show emotion to someone trying their darnedest to hurt us, its game over." He said solemnly, bending his head back up to look at me.

"Yugi."

"Hm?"

"I want you to kiss me every time I answer one of your questions." He said bluntly, the most serious look in his eyes that I couldn't help blinking at widely.

I tilted my head to the side with my bangs brushing his cheeks. "I told you we couldn't kiss anymore."

"And I told you I'm dead." He shot back with deadly accuracy, making my firmness falter. His eyes darted to my lips once more. "Before you came, I'd never experience a real kiss before. It was so new, so foreign to me, yet it was sweet. I can't help but be curious for more." He admitted, his words begging and pleading for me to give in. With a heavy heart and clouded judgment, my will bent.

I sighed softly before reaching my hands down for his face, still floating right above him; my fingers gliding down his cheeks and to the back of his jaw, gently curling the tips around the swells. Closing my eyes, I leaned in to press our lips together; enveloping him in our second kiss.

I wasn't ashamed in letting myself enjoy it. Yami's smaller and thinner lips fit so inviting against my fuller ones, making me deepen the kiss. I could hear Yami's labored breathing right under my ears and a whimper escaped him that sounded so light and submissive that it nearly made me stick my tongue down the poor boy's throat. Luckily I pulled away and got a moral inhale of good judgment before I rose higher above him, disconnecting us physically and also leaving cold chill between us.

When he'd finally opened his eyes and looked up at me, his form relaxed and he gave me a heartfelt smile. Seeing that I was slightly embarrassed about kissing him so brazenly, I could only smile back and scratch my head.

Grinning, Yami sat down on the floor before looking up at me once again, watching me try to ignore that playful glint in his eyes with a smirk. "Are there any other questions you have?" He asked cockily, the tone of his voice anticipating my hormonal lips joining his once more.

I sat there above him, my brain making a b-line for my groin as I tried to block its way. There had to be a loop hole somewhere; there's always a loophole. "Umm…can I see what makes you the spider king?" I asked hesitantly, not knowing whether this was a touchy subject or not.

From the way Yami's smirk faded into a small frown I had to be right on my mark. He hadn't exactly given me physical proof of his status, and I was still very curious about the whole thing. "I'd rather you not have me show you. It might make you see me differently." He said with a shrug, pulling his cape-ish looking hood around him more firmly.

I caught the movement and my eyes immediately narrowed into it, watching ever movement. He was hiding something, and I may not be a cat but his cautious actions made me curious as hell. I floated down towards him, hovering behind him. He was going to show me, maybe not at this second, but I'd get him to eventually; all I had to do with play it off, nice and subtle. "Ok, if you won't let me see them than tell me what they look like." I said, wrapping my arms around his shoulders before resting my chin on his head.

I felt him try to look up at me from the bunch of his hair against my chin but he abandoned the action to speak. "Well, it's not that hard to describe. I have eight spider-like legs that emerge from either side of my spine, their pitch black, hairy, and long enough that if I wanted to I could to one of the ceilings in the hall. I can move a lot quicker with them than my actual legs and I can shoot silk like webbing from the tips to make almost anything I'd wish for; mostly just webs, some place to lie down or just a signal strand for quick getaways." He said nonchalantly, waving his hands about along with his explanation. He seemed like the type to talk with his hands a lot; I'd have to keep that in mind. "Besides that, I have to huge fangs that develop horizontally and kind of swoop down a little to the top of my bottom lip. I've bitten myself a few times but it doesn't hurt so." I nearly giggled when he curled his fingers in front of his mouth all cute like; but, I held it back, not wanting him to hear.

I nodded into his head when he was done and proceeded to lower my face towards his cheek, nuzzling it softly to soften him up. I could see said cheeks becoming a tad rosy and his eyes widening considerably as I did so. I could only assume he wasn't used to being so physically touched. "Can't I see them then? They don't sound scary or anything. I just want to see them once…wouldn't you feel more comfortable with them out in the open anyway?" I coaxed, feeling only slightly bad for seducing him when he was only thirteen. But hey, he was the one being cocky about kissing me, so now we should be even.

"…you promise not to scream, or laugh?" he asked me quietly, sounding embarrassingly cute. I smiled warmly and kissed his cheek quickly making him gasp.

"I swear on my wings." I said cheerfully, backing off from him afterwards to fly over his head and sit in front of him patiently, feeling like a kid on Christmas.

Yami sighed heavily, obviously sensing my excitement from where he sat. I couldn't help it, it was how it was.

For a moment he just sat there staring at me, making time pass slower than usual. I couldn't see any emotion in his eyes; his posture was strict and vigilant, not letting in on its secrets.

Until those crimson eyes nearly went black and eight long limbs began creeping from behind him, each one hairy and eerily graceful in their own way. Just as Yami'd told me, they were black, so black that I felt their undertoned shine beginning to draw me in. But that wasn't all. His mouth opened slightly and he curled his top lip up to show me two medium sized fangs protruding from his gums to curl down, just over his bottom lip.

When he'd finished he was blushing, watching me watch him and scanning me with his eyes again. I couldn't do anything but smile. Yami'd completely overreacted, he wasn't scary to me, and if anything he just looked cuter; like putting an evil costume on someone that wasn't scary themselves.

He looked to the ground in front of me after a few moment, not wanting to make any more eyes contact with me; which I could only admit made me slightly disappointed. "Well? Are you satisfied?" He asked suddenly, making me tilt my head.

"Satisfied?"

"Can I put them back in now?" He said more hurriedly, almost sounding frustrated with my confusion.

Yet I was still confused; didn't he feel better like this? "Why would you want to do that?" I asked, beginning to scoot forward. His narrow slanted eyes caught the movement and he glared at me from under his bangs.

"Why wouldn't I?" He challenged, still glaring at me. "I look like a monster and now you think I'm nothing but this right?" He scoffed, picking himself up with his legs and swiftly turning around so his back was to me; probably pouting with his stubbornness. If he knew me well, he'd know I wasn't that kind of person. Hell, he should've known that I wasn't the typical type when I came into this dark house, alone, looking for him. But, he is only thirteen; I might as well cut him some slack.

Now that he wasn't looking, I flew over to him, wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into my lap while my legs curled and sat on either side of me. Yami panicked a bit and his hairy legs ran across my thighs. I giggled softly at the unexpected tickle, making the young spider prince look up at me. I tried to stifle it but the prickle on my thighs lingered. "Sorry, but I think you look beautiful the way you are Yami. These legs and teeth may not be attractive on their own, but,you make being the Spider King look cute." I admitted whole heartedly, brushing Yami's golden locks behind his ear before holding his cheek.

Yami sighed blissfully at my touch and I had to wonder why for a moment. I didn't have to wonder long though; he sensed my curiosity. "My mother was the only one whoever touched me with such care…I've never really gotten anywhere with words. I was usually never allowed to speak. But I'd listen to her speak and the properness of her tone made me feel at ease." He educated me on his past, letting me in even though I hadn't said I wanted to know out loud. "You remind me of my mom sometimes…but, at the same time, you don't."

I didn't notice before, but I began to stroke his cheek with the back of my fingers, his eyes having closed when I'd started. "How so?" I asked cautiously, not exactly knowing my limit, being caught off guard with his honesty.

Yami's eyes opened slowly, a forlorn look in them that made me frown gleaming within those jewels. "She never really cared about me…she tried, but it just wasn't there. It was like she was a diehard Christian trying to become a hardcore Satanist…she just could compel herself to love me like she was supposed to. I could always see it in her eyes." He admitted sadly, looking away from me briefly before returning his gaze while a small smile grazed his lips. "You're different; I can tell by the way you look at me. You actually care about how I feel, right?" He asked softly, lounging back against my chest.

At his smoothly given accusation, I couldn't help the heat that rushed to my face. "Um…" Yami began to smirk, seeing my hesitation. I did care about Yami, head grown on me with his charm, his sweetness, his stubborn and childish ways…it brought me back to those moments I'd have fun with my friends, laughing and talking about nothing and everything…. To think I'd be away from them for a whole month was nearly unbearable; but Yami made me forget that I had friends before him. Being with Yami was like being with my best friends; like I'd known him my whole life.

"Yeah…I do." I admitted tenderly, hugging Yami closer to me.

He noticed immediately and his cheeks glowed lightly, letting me see that vulnerable side of him that made me believe he was the cutest thing in the world. How could his mother not love someone like this? So free and open, willing to do anything within reason to get the things he wanted. If his mother felt this way about him, I wonder what his father chose to think about him. If both of his parents had hated him I could see why Yami had die at such a young age…but what had happened and how could that have made him the way he was today?

"Yugi…is there something else you have to ask me?" He asked, playing with the fingers of the hand that'd been holding him close to me. I shook my head. I'd learned enough for today, we had a whole month to talk; I might as well spread it out a bit. Plus it might be a bit much for him to tell me now, maybe later he'd be more willing to hang his heart on his sleeve.

The smirk returned for its final act, pointed at me and my shaking head. "Good, because you're in debt and you owe me four kisses." My jaw dropped at this and my hand pulled away from his cheek in shock.

"You little swindler!" I accused, making him grin up at me.

"But of course. How else am I to act?" He replied cockily, stirring in my hold to face me. "I wasn't joking; it's a very addicting experience." He said, wrapped his arms around my neck, his brows creasing with expectancy. I sighed and enveloped him in my own embrace, pulling him closer by his slim waist.

However, I didn't move in like he wanted me to, instead I looked him in the eyes with a warning aspect. "Just know that kisses are as far as I'm going."

Yami waved me off quicker than I'd expected and gave me a disgusted look. "Trust me Yugi, I don't want it to go anywhere near that. The people who usually come here have scarred me enough from doing those things on the couch in that front room." He explained, cringing at just the thought in my arms.

…"Ewww, I sat on that couch!" I exclaimed, making a face as I thought about all of the messed up stuff that probably happened there before; the images made me want to vomit right on Yami's pretty little face. But, luckily, my body was no longer capable of producing the acidic bile.

Yami chuckled at my grossed out expression for a while before tightening his hold around my neck to pull me back to focus. I didn't mind though. I knew he empathized with me on it; especially since he'd been the one to actually see these things. I could also tell he had other thing on his mind.

I pecked his lips one, watching his confusion as I didn't deepen it or linger. The next time I snagged Yami's bottom lip between mine, kissing him that way before pulling away. He looked ready to pout when I wouldn't let him get his tongue in my mouth. Admittedly, on the third kiss I'd grown impatient as well and kissed him openly, making him cling to me and whimper when I pulled away. On the fourth, I only kissed his cheek; as well as ticking him off in the proses.

"Yuuuugiii!" he whined, hoping on my lap impatiently.

I turned my head from him. "Hey, you didn't say pecks on the cheek didn't count, so it's all fair. Besides, I don't want to spoil you. Getting everything you want is bad for you." I chided, his lips forming a distasteful pout.

I didn't like making Yami upset. Truthfully his pouting only made me want to smother him in kisses to make him happy again; but, I had to be strong or he'd never respect me. I mean, who respected someone that gave you anything you wanted not caring whether it hurt you in some way or not? I sure wouldn't be the first on the list.

Thinking over more hormones and replacing their quick actions with my moral, I almost didn't hear the loud yawn that came from behind Yami, making me look over his head when I finally noticed.

A small girl with neat brown hair and green eyes came into the main door of the ballroom, rubbing one of her eyes while the other lay limp at her side. Her white tank top with a heart symbol on the belly and pink shorts were sprinkled with blood and she had scars littering her body; some of them wide enough you could see a clear line of flesh.

My heart nearly stopped just looking at how fragile and eerie she looked. She needed a hospital! "Y-Yami, that girl…" I trailed off, finding her eyes locked with my own. She looked confused, but she also looked like she was in her right mind and it was scaring me.

Yami bent backwards in my lap to look at her upside down, a silly way to look at something in my opinion. He came back up with a concentrated frown. "What are you doing awake?" He asked simply, addressing the girl nothing but eighteen feet away from us.

She shrugged and came closer. "You were making more noise than usual and it woke me up. I was going to come and complain but…" She eyed me knowingly, making me blush furiously at our current position. "It seems I interrupted you making yaoi babies in here. Who's he anyway?" She asked, coming even closer. Yami's spider leg stopped her in her tracks and he glared at her from an upside down angle. The girl only put a finger to the corner of his lips innocently, looking down at him with amusement.

"My, my, someone's being stingy." She said playfully giggling when Yami tightened his hold on me. Surprisingly, there was no sign of playfulness on Yami's face. Whoever this girl was, he didn't like her; and though his possessiveness over me made me blush, I had to wonder why he didn't want me to get close to her.

"Go back to sleep, this doesn't concern you." He growled angrily, scooting us farther away as she got closer. There was a playful gleam in her eyes that told me she liked to bug Yami and it made me curious as to why. She seemed oddly familiar as well, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

Contrary to Yami's words, she scuttled forward, skipping over to us faster than Yami could scoot away. "I don't want to now, can't you share him? I wanna have fun too, this place is boring!" She whined, reaching for my arm. He let out a high pitched hiss when she grabbed my arm; but she didn't relinquish her hold.

"He's mine, let him go!"

"But I never get to have any fun, why do you only get to play with him!?" She cried, tugging on my arm in hopes of making Yami release me.

"He doesn't want to play with you that's why!" He yelled tugging me in the opposite dirrection, away from her.

"You didn't even ask him!" She accused, now making me feel like a shiney new toy as they both tugged on me, threatening to tear me apart.

I could tell Yami was getting fed up, his grip was tightening around my neck. "I didn't have to, it's that apparent!" He yelled, making my ear drum pound and beat against the rhythm of my heart.

"Why you—!" She gritted her teeth harshly, starring Yami down like he was enemy number one.

Something finally clicked inside me and I grabbed her by the arm; making her halt in her argument. I looked at her hard and long, as if seeing her for the first time. The more I starred, and the more red her cheeks became, I realized just how blind I'd been; not just physically, but mentally as well.

"M-Mana?"

Cliffy~

Ok I wanted to clear something up. When Yami said 'I eat them' in last chapter, he didn't actually mean eat, it was more like he sucked the life force out of them to the point they couldn't be called corpses at all…which is kind gross…

Yami: Well you made me a freaking Spider!

Yugi: I like spider Yami he's sooo cute! But…he's a kiss addict? How does that work?

Yami: I can show you how it works Aibou… ;)

Yugi: Meep.

I have a poll up, please check it out, I'll probably T rate at least two of them. Idk. I'll be posting results for it in DFL's second to last chapter. PLEASE VOTE!

Next chapter is going to be funny, I made up a knew game!

Next Chapter: Play Time