A/N: This is the start of the extremely long...extremelyyy long...epilogue. Geez, every time I go to write these things I can't keep it sweet and short. Oh well, I hope you enjoy!

NOTE: The next couple of chapters will contain some limey scenes. I will put a warning on the yaoi lime scene and advise anyone squeamish not read it. However, despite the fact that there will be some lime, there will not be any lemons for either couple, nor any explicit romantic actions. That's just not the way I role. You have been warned!

Disclaimer: Not Mine!

EPILOGUE:

He looked up as she slapped down a stiff rectangular piece of paper. The ends zigzagged, and he moved his gaze from it to the woman standing in front of him. Anzu was practically glowing, rosy cheeks lit up happily and she smiled at him, amber eyes sparkling beautifully.

His attention was immediately caught, folding his hands in front of him. Class had just let out and she only had about five minutes before she had to get to class.

"Now doesn't this seem familiar?" He said teasingly, eyes flickering to check her out unashamedly. She was still wearing her uniform of course, since her after school sessions with Marik had ended he hadn't seen her out of it. Personally he could not wait for summer.

"I know, but this time I checked with Yuugi and I know you don't have anything going on that day!" She declared with fierce determination.

"What day?" He asked circling around the long narrow teacher's lab desk to stand beside her, picking up the ticket curiously. She covered it quickly with her hands giggling excitedly.

"June twenty-third," she said simply and he searched his mind trying to figure out what that was. She sighed impatiently seeing that he didn't get it. "Prom, Yami, my senior prom!" She explained and he quivered slightly at the thought.

Prom was every girl's dream, and ever guy's worst nightmare. A whole evening of pictures and being told exactly what to do, and who to do it with, and how to look...though that was made up for if you had a gorgeous date in a stunning dress who you got to slow dance with, and maybe take home for some prom night tradition.

"I can't take you to that!" He stammered, actually blushing a little as thoughts of prom night tradition or what he'd heard about it from students surfaced quickly in his mind. Wow, no, bad images to be going through his mind right now!

"Why not?" She pouted, folding her arms stubbornly, and from her reaction he could tell she knew he was going to resist. Cunning woman, he though dryly.

"Because...I'm your teacher! People would see and think it was wrong," he protested and she just glared.

"Mutou Yami," she said his full name in an I-will-exterminate-you-if-you-don't-listen-up tone. He gulped slightly, eyeing her nervously as she planted one hand on his chest, and the other on her hip with a dangerous spark in her amber eyes.

"You are my boyfriend, and you are not going to use the excuse of being my teacher to get out of taking me to prom. You're back in school for at least another year before you can go back on co-op so don't act like it'll tarnish your reputation. Not to mention, prom is after graduation so you won't be my teacher. Besides, it's not like Masahashi-sensei doesn't already know," her glare intensified as he started to sweat.

Eventually he had broken down and confessed about the confrontation between him and the other teacher after several suggestive comments he made when he 'dropped in' on their tutoring sessions after school.

Needless to say she was less than pleased with both of them for about an hour before she forgave him at least.

"So?" She demanded, removing her hand from his chest and clasping her hands sweetly in front of her. Oh how the body's language does lie.

"So...?" He questioned nervously and she rolled her eyes huffing loudly with frustration. He had to laugh, putting his hands on her waist as he pulled her closer.

"You know I was only joking," he teased quietly, smiling at her affectionately before nuzzling her cheek with his lips. He didn't even have to look, he could feel her blush. Ah, some things just never got old!

"Anzu-chan, as long as it's not breaking any rules...or laws...I would happily go to prom for the woman I love," he whispered in her ear. She shivered, loving the way he always called her a woman instead of a girl.

Suddenly he pulled away, releasing her completely as the door swung open, emitting a couple early birds from the next class. She glanced over her shoulder nervously, but he just pocketed the ticket, a tiny smirk on his face.

Every time she asked how he always knew when someone was coming he simply said it was 'a secret', though she suspected it had to do with him essentially being the millennium puzzle and harnessing all its powers.

"So is that a plan then?" He asked casually as though they could be talking about anything.

"Of course," she said happily though she longed to jump back into his arms and kiss him for his sweet talking, even if she knew he wasn't overly excited about prom itself. He knew it was important to her.

He looked thoughtful for a moment then leaned a little closer to whisper, "You should wear the second dress from your recital." She gave him 'a look' with a deep blush as she clearly remembered the rather provocative dress.

"Y –Mutou-san," she hissed with a tiny glare and he just chuckled.

"What can I say?" He asked innocently, although the wink he gave her was less so, "I liked it!"

...

He was nervous, he was handsome, and he was her date.

"People are definitely going to wonder why I'm there," he grumbled, unbuttoning the uncomfortable collar of his tux irritably, and, to his surprise, she didn't stop him.

Tonight she was nervous, sexy and absolutely totally his from six o clock in the evening till noon the next day if he had it his way. She just shrugged when she noticed that he seemed surprised by her not caring.

"You look better when you're relaxed," was all she said, and he rolled his eyes.

"I'm just saying, they're going to notice that a teacher is there..." he continued to worry.

"They won't think it's weird because we'll be hanging out with Jounouchi, Honda, Miho, Bakura, Marik and Yuugi! Now, shall we go?" He nodded, sweeping his eyes along her figure once again, before blinking the lust out of his eyes and following her out the door.

This was going to be an interesting night...

...

"I GRADUATED!" Jounouchi exclaimed loudly for the third time so far, before downing his glass of 'alcohol free punch', though it was likely spiked. Seeing his bright brown eyes, Anzu gingerly set hers aside, and Yami smirked as he noticed, fingers tangled with hers under the table top.

She knew he was shy about PDA, especially surrounded by former students, so she didn't push it. Opposite of them on the other side of the table, Marik was being anything but shy, as he held a squirming Ryou on his lap.

"Marik, I'm not a girl! People are going to give us funny looks," he said, still demanding to be put down. Marik was quite a bit stronger, and more determined than he was though, with a rather handsome smile on his face. Strangely, he actually seemed to be enjoying himself...that was weird.

Yami wasn't particularly happy about it. Anzu wondered if Marik was just putting up a front to piss off Yami, since they were both here with their 'dates' who had dragged them along for the novelty of the experience, and neither had seemed very excited.

"If you were a girl, I would still like you, and I would treat you exactly the same way," Marik said semi-seriously as Ryou blushed furiously like he did whenever he brought up his 'flexible' nature –or girls for that matter. He didn't like to be reminded of his competition that was much more obvious on the female side than the male side.

"You'd probably be considered abusive if I was a girl," Ryou sulked and Marik just laughed darkly.

"Or even more attractive," he commented, staring straight at Yami who made a small scoffing noise, glaring straight back.

"Oh my God, not another one of these arguments," Anzu groaned, pressing her hand to her forehead. "Can't you two go one evening without having a pointless pissing contest?" She protested and Yami gave her an incredulous side glance.

"Pissing contest? It's not a contest; I would think you'd know that." His smug tone put Marik on guard again as he noticed the barbed insult.

"Be that as it may, this is me and Bakura's prom. We want to enjoy it without having to clean up from one of your two's blood baths," she said firmly, glancing to Ryou for support as he nodded eagerly along with her words.

He looked a hundred percent too cheerful, and, well, just too un-upset in general for it to be sincere though. Anzu wondered suspiciously if he liked Marik's constant banter with Yami. Knowing Ryou he probably found it attractive. He always did go for the black sheep type, even in friendship.

Just look at the people he was hanging out with!

"Hey this is my prom to," Marik protested, shifting Ryou on his lap listlessly. Yami was willing to bet he'd rather be just about anywhere than sitting in a room full of extremely amateur dancers in an uncomfortable monkey suit.

Yami himself would much rather be at home in his apartment, preferably with Anzu, possibly in the living room or even the bedroom...ah, these thoughts would get him nowhere. They hadn't even talked about prom night tradition yet, and he certainly wasn't going to pressure her into anything.

"You didn't even want to be here!" Anzu replied, gesturing widely with her hand to the dancing crowd behind them. Marik winced at the mere sight, as though it burned his eyes to see the massive grinding parade they called 'dancing'.

"I never said that," he quickly contradicted. "In fact if I remember correctly..."

"Are you going to ask Bakura to prom?" Anzu asked as they left the dance classroom, though the class itself had gone to waste after the performances, since their exams were already finished.

"Ryou? No," Marik said offhandedly, walking beside her aimlessly. School was out, and since they no longer had practice he had nothing more important until work started.

"Why not?" She demanded, sounding offended for her friend's sake. Marik just rolled his eyes.

"I'm waiting for him to ask me," he replied simply.

"I told you," Marik gloated with a small grin and Anzu glared.

"Yah, if you leave out what happened next, which you can't do, it's against the rules."

"What rules?"

"The rules of" –

"A pissing contest," Yami muttered, and Anzu switched her glare to him. He shut his mouth quickly, looking away innocently, but as soon as she looked back to Marik he whispered, "You said it first", rather childishly.

"Anyways," she snapped, continuing the story...

"That's just cruel! You know he doesn't have the confidence," she admonished him and he shrugged.

"Well he's either got to work up his courage or not go, because I'm not going to ask him. He's the one that wants to go anyways. Prom is just an excuse to"-

-"Get high, drunk, or laid," Marik finished. "And since I'm here..." He gave Ryou a sly smile, who turned red all over again.

"Marik, we are not having this conversation in front of everyone else," he hissed to his partner furiously, glancing at the others, who had rather comical expressions on their faces ranging from horror to curiosity.

"Fine, fine," he said quickly, but the look in his eyes said he wasn't going to let it go that easily. His lavender eyes suddenly seemed to pale to a waxy purple, his pupils narrowing for a short moment before blinking, bringing them back to normal.

"What the" –Jounouchi began in a freaked out voice, but his bubbly blond date grabbed his arm.

"Let's go get some more punch," she hiccupped, trailing a finger down his chest, and he followed after her looking dazed. Suddenly, the music changed abruptly from a hip-hop song to a slower more romantic tune that drifted through the air beautifully.

"You didn't," Yami whispered to Marik dangerously as he stood up smoothly, putting Ryou on his feet.

"It's a trick I learned," He replied with a wicked grin before turning to Ryou who looked as confused as to what was going on.

"Can I have this dance?" He asked Ryou who turned pink and stammered something, only to be swept away anyways by an impatient Marik, who dragged him out to the dance floor which was rapidly emptying of not-couples.

"Poor Ryou," Anzu murmured, saying a quick prayer for the embarrassed boy. Marik wasn't one to take no for an answer, although when it came down to more important matters she knew he cared far too much for Ryou to pressure him into anything.

Despite the fact that it didn't always show, she was fairly certain he was madly in love with the other boy.

"How did he know there was going to be a slow song anyways?" She asked curiously and Yami grimaced.

"I'm not exactly sure but it's got something to do with his Ra-dam...um...his millennium rod. My guess is he took control of the DJ and made him switch songs," he grumbled, quickly cutting himself off from cursing.

He knew she disliked when he and Marik started to really go at it, dirtying their language along with each other's egos.

She was silent, staring at her lap for a long moment. He could tell she wanted him to say something, and from the song playing in the background, it wasn't hard to guess what.

"Anzu-chan," he said quietly, and she shook her head, putting a smile on her lips that, if he hadn't known better, would have looked really. If he hadn't known better only of course, and as it was, he did.

"It's alright," she assured him, but he just tightened his grip on her hand, standing up out of his chair. Geez, Marik and Ryou were a gay couple and they were more manly then he was! What was he doing cowering in a chair?

"Are you sure you don't want to dance?" He whispered in her ear and she looked at him wide eyed.

"Are you sure it's okay?" She asked, and he chuckled even as she eagerly stood, facing him in that drop dead gorgeous dress.

"Well you've already graduated, I don't see a problem," he said to mask his nerves before pulling her out onto the dance floor.

"Wait; do you even know how to dance?" She asked suspiciously, watching as Marik and Ryou whirled by looking like a natural force all by themselves. Several people were watching jealousy, despite the fact that they were two boys dancing; they were both so good it didn't matter.

Not to mention Marik's rather fierce reputation had gone around after the first incident. He nearly got suspended, but Ryou begged him out of it.

"Really love, a little faith," he scoffed, though his voice was soft at his use of the word love. Taking her in his arms, she put her hands around his neck, still uncertain he actually knew what he was doing...and was shocked as he began a perfect waltz.

"How...did you..." She was almost too shocked to speak as he spun her out smoothly, then pulled her back in, completely the 3/4 tempo of the dance in his steps like a pro. It was almost like he'd been dancing his whole life!

"Anzu-chan, I was a pharaoh once. It was a long time ago, but dance hasn't changed that much," he whispered in her ear with a self-satisfied smirk. He knew she would be utterly impressed. Lifting her from her waist he turned himself and her in one of the oldest most famous kinds of dance –ballroom.

She should have known that a pharaoh like himself would have learned that sort of thing while he was king.

"And so romantic to," she giggled as he put her back down so that she could step closer, flirting with him openly. Yami noticed they were collected a couple stares and he forced himself to hold his ground, not getting distracted from the dance.

"I want to make you happy on the night of your dreams," he replied with a tiny smile.

"So it's the night of my dreams now?" She asked raising a questionable eyebrow above her kohl rimmed eyes that he found enchanting with their likeness to those he was used to from his past life.

"Only if you want it to be," he murmured, not sure they should be having this conversation that was clearly headed in a taboo direction right here on the dance floor, but it was fairly unavoidable.

"I'm not sure," she responded honestly, a nervous undercurrent to her voice. "I mean of course I've thought about it but...I'm just not sure."

"If you're not sure, then we shouldn't," he said immediately, a little hurt by her word choice, but he certainly wasn't going to show it. As far as he was concerned, they had years and years to come to a decision like that. He was never letting go of this woman.

"I'm not unsure about you," she corrected quickly, seeing straight through him. "It's just...well, you know...I've never really...done anything like that before," she was obviously embarrassed as she glanced up at him shyly several times, and he just chuckled.

"It wouldn't matter to me," he said contemplatively, before adding, "But I would wait until marriage if you wanted me to." The smile on her lips grew more pronounced, and she buried her face in his chest as he held her close, slowing their dance to a simple three step rhythm.

They didn't talk for a long time, merely dancing together until Yami noticed out of the corner of his eye that Marik and Ryou were exiting the dance floor hand in hand –and headed out the door, not back to the table.

"We just lost the last two," he said, and she lifted her head to watch as he gestured to the disappearing couple.

"Do you think they'll...?" She questioned suggestively, and he tilted his head, thinking carefully.

"I'm not sure. From what I've heard, which seems accurate enough, Ryou's most likely a virgin. Ishtar certainly isn't," he made a small face, and she giggled.

"You two are more alike than you think," she commented and his face was one of absolute horror.

"I am not like that...uncouth...disgusting..." He trailed off, gritting his teeth, and she found it comical that he couldn't think of a way to finish that sentence without cursing. "I would never touch Ryou the way he touched you," Yami pouted at the injustice, while she rolled her eyes.

"Yami I told you, it was a dance. All partner dances are like that, you didn't see Marik suddenly start hating Miho did you? Besides, it was two weeks ago, it's over," she said firmly and he grimaced.

"I didn't 'suddenly start' hating him, I always disliked him, but that was just one step too far," he said darkly, and she sighed. There was no convincing him that Marik hadn't been purposefully taunting him. Seeing the way the memory made him eye her a little hungrily, she got a glint in her eyes. Since none of their friends were here anymore...

"If you're really still upset I could try a couple moves," she suggested hoping she sounded calmer then she felt.

"Right here?" He asked, startling out of his daydream-like state of staring at her dress. It was even more appealing up close. "Or would you rather take this back to my apartment?" He suggested in a low seductive murmur, and she felt a shudder go through her that had nothing to do with her nerves.

"Your apartment?" She questioned and he grinned a little playfully.

"Yes, it's very private, much better for a dance lesson," he growled grabbing both her hands as he walked slowly backwards towards the door as she followed after him hesitantly.

"Yami I" –

"I said lesson, not performance," he reminded her patiently, and she sighed, still blushing.

"I'm terrible at sexual innuendoes," she mourned, and he chuckled darkly, pulling her closer to his side as he leaned back against the door, opening it for them.

"Personally I find it pretty cute," he assured her, kissing her neck a couple times as he wrapped his arms around her once they were in the relative privacy of the night, and then scooped her up in his arms, walking towards his car.

"Yami," she squealed with embarrassment, flattening the white lining of her skirt back down as the wind played at it with cruel fingers.

"So eager; and we didn't even make it home yet..."

A/N: Ohh, Yami's so dirty mind...not! I think all guys and girls can be like that occasionally, no matter how nice they are. What do you all think? This stories coming to a close, so I need the feedback desperately!

The next chapter is pure angstshipping, and there is some lime among the sweet talking and romancing, so if you are squeamish, don't subject yourself to that. I won't be offended at all if you decide it's not to your liking and choose not to read it. However, if you don't mind that, feel free to tune in next week!