Author's note: *forever suffering from writer's block* But I updated pretty fast this time! Sort of. I'm also working on Heavenly Hell, and it should be done within the next few days. At least I hope so. Gotta stay positive, think positive and… be positive?

Thanks for all the reviews! I'm so glad people like this story. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside 33

Warning: Blood, slight mention of torture, kinda, and just general heavy stuff.

Tokyo, Japan
September 9th, day 30, 08:52 am

Lying on a table, feeling gentle hands wandering all over his back while being shirtless and having part of his backside exposed was not how Yami had hoped the examination would be. A very attractive woman was leaning over him, giving him instructions such as, "Lie on your side, please. Could you move your leg upwards for me? Sit up straight like you normally would."

Her hands did all sorts of weird movements and Yami could hear small pops in his spine, as if she was re-organizing everything. She had even drawn small patterns with a blue pen on his back to mark where the pain was and where things needed to be fixed.

He carefully looked up at her, seeing her baby-blue eyes completely focusing on his back. Kisara Sato was one of the doctors in their department; a chiropractic who was now really taking her time to fix his back, or tailbone, or whatever.

All Yami could think about was the fact that his boxers had been pulled down his hips and that she was a woman.

With one final pop she let out a content sigh and raised her hands so only her fingertips were touching his shoulder blades.

"Okay. I have good news and bad news," Kisara said in her quiet voice. She walked around him and sat down on the edge of her desk. Her pale, white uniform made her light white hair appear even whiter and gave Yami the feeling he was staring at fresh snow in the winter. A small smile appeared on her round face and she motioned for him to sit up again.

"… What's the bad news?" Yami said, slowly moving up since he was still in some pain.

Kisara pressed her lips together before she spoke. "The bad news is that you're gonna be in a lot of pain for the next few days, a week tops," she said with an apologizing smile. "One of the small bones in your lower back area shifted and I had to put it back into place so that's why you felt me rearranging your bones here and there. The problem is, is that the bone was a bit hard to move, so I'm assuming it has been like that for several months, maybe even years. Did you experience any back pains before this incident?"

It was so much more than an "incident", Yami wanted to snap, but he remained calm and tried keep his poker face. She probably must have seen the scar on his lower back.

It triggered a memory of him hitting a bookcase with his back and falling to the ground afterwards, which caused him a lot of pain. It hadn't been that bad, but he did remember that he couldn't walk properly for a couple of days after it had happened. This had happened approximately fourteen years ago, around the time when—

"Tanaka-san?" Kisara's voice yanked him back to reality and he cleared his throat. There was no way he could deny it, anyway.

"Yeah, about fourteen years ago. I hit a bookcase with my back and fell right onto my tailbone afterwards."

She nodded and brushed her bangs out of her face. "That explains it. Well, this incident did cause a great amount of damage and you will not be able to bent down, work out or do your job for a couple of days. I want you to take it easy because the bone has been out of its place for a very long time and if you force yourself back into working too soon, it could shift back again because it's "used" to being in that place."

Yami stared at her, quite pissed. "Then what the hell is the good news?"

"That it's not broken. 'Cause then you wouldn't be able to move at all. You would have to lie in bed for about eight weeks and pee in a cup."

Apparently that comment was supposed to make him feel better, but all it did was make him want to punch the living daylights out of her. She wrote a few things down on a clipboard and motioned for him to put his clothes back on.

"We're done…?" Yami asked hesitantly, casually pulling up his boxers up a little higher than necessary. He grabbed his clothes and started putting them back on.

Kisara looked back up at him and smiled. "We're done. Though, I'm giving you some exercises to do for your back. I want you to do these at least once a day, maybe twice if your back starts hurting again. Keep it up for two weeks and you should be just fine. If you get the feeling that the bone's shifted back into the wrong place, just let me know."

She walked up to him and gave him a piece of paper with instructions for the exercises on it.

A small knock on the door drew their attention and both adults turned around to see Mai standing in the doorway with a sincere smile on her elegant face. "Fixed him?"

"Oh, yes. It turned out something was already wrong and the incident made it a tad bit worse. He'll be fine in a couple of days," Kisara said, waving it off with a very polite smile.

"And your answer to the question I asked you before we came in here?"

Clicking her tongue, Kisara straightened up and let her smile fade away. "There is absolutely no way that he could've done it, seeing that the damage was great enough to keep him from walking. He couldn't have possibly kicked someone because his back would not have allowed that. Unless he really pushed himself, then there's a chance he could've killed his father. But I think he's innocent."

Yami sighed through his nose and slowly put on his shirt to avoid eye contact.

Kisara cleared her throat and walked past Mai, still holding her clipboard. "If you need me, I'll be in my office to write the report. Good day." She bowed quickly and left, her long white hair fluttering behind her.

An awful silence fell between the two adults. Yami was merely dressed in his boxers and his shirt, which was not even buttoned up all the way. He carefully got up from the table and quickly shook his head when Mai started walking over to him to help.

"I had to check. It's my—"

"Job, I know," Yami cut in, keeping his voice calm. "Do you mind leaving me alone so I can put my clothes on?"

"Oh, please," Mai walked over to him and jumped on the table with a small huff. "Nothing I haven't seen. Besides, I need to talk to you."

"About what?"

Another silence fell while Yami carefully put his legs into his pants. It hurt like hell, but he was not going let it show because he didn't want her to touch him. He had already swallowed a great amount of his dignity for Kisara and was about to keep that little amount he still had to himself. From the corner of his eye, he saw Mai observing the way he was clumsily pulling his pants up to his waist.

"We found some footprints on your father's face, which matched the ones we found in the garden. We compared the size to the average woman's foot size and concluded they belonged to a female teenager. Someone thought that you had maybe put the footprints there, but since we couldn't find any pair of shoes that were a match, and the fact that they randomly stopped after ten steps, we excluded that theory. They had to belong to someone else; your sister, like you mentioned," Mai quietly explained, her voice so gentle that it almost scared him. "On top of that, we found some marks on your father's body, which match the description of your sister's hands."

Yami was having a hard time keeping a straight face. Every bit of information felt like a dagger in his chest. But Mai continued nonetheless.

"There was no blood on your body, or your clothes and no cloth hidden anywhere. So, there was no way you could've been covered in blood, or that you might have wiped it off with something like a cloth, or changed your clothes, since there was nothing in the washing machine in both that house and your apartment," she said. "We have Sugoroku Mutou to confirm that he saw you a few minutes after your sister had started tearing up the place. And other witnesses state they heard a young woman screaming and crying, just like in your story. However, nobody saw her running away, or disappearing so that still remains a mystery to us."

Biting his lip hard, Yami secured his belt and started buttoning up his shirt. His heart was beating rapidly against his chest and flashbacks were continuously playing in his head.

"In conclusion, you're probably innocent," Mai finished, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "But I do need you to tell me everything you know about your sister and your father. You don't have to do that right now. I want you to go home and rest. If there's anything you need, you know where to find me."

She jumped off the table and walked back to the door. Before she left, she looked over her shoulder and gave him an apologizing smile. "I'm sorry."

Those last two words made the dagger in his chest turn, making him feel nauseous. Mai left, the clicking of her heels echoing in the small hallway until she opened the door on the other side and closed it behind her. Yami finished buttoning up his shirt and let his shaking hands fall across his body.

Just like Mai had explained, they had been in his apartment. The cupboards in the kitchen had been left open, along with the door to the washroom and the bathroom. Both his and Anzu's room had been checked, since their stuff was all over the place, their beds had been turned inside out and the curtains had almost been ripped out.

Every single hiding place had been checked and Yami felt like he had to give them credit because they didn't miss one spot.

Then, he started laughing quietly. If Anzu got home, she'd probably kill him because he was supposed to keep the living room tidy and clean. It would be absolutely perfect if she walked in right at this moment—

"Yami!" Bursting out laughing because he recognized the voice, Yami turned around and found his panting friend, Anzu, standing in the doorway, staring at him in horror. He was laughing so hard that his ribs started hurting and he was slowly running out of air. The horror on Anzu's face turned into confusion and she hesitantly walked over to him.

"… What?" she mumbled, looking around as she was looking for the joke she thought she had missed. However, Yami continued to snigger helplessly and held Anzu's arm to steady himself because his muscles were growing weak of all the laughter.

"I-I'm sorry…" he breathed, sniffling because tears of mirth were starting to form in his eyes. "It's not that funny." But then he started laughing again.

Anzu's eyes softened and she grabbed his arms, squeezing them tightly. "Yami."

He looked up at her, his lips still curled into a silly grin. He sniggered, "What?"

His friend's grip on him tightened. "I know this is your body's defense mechanism, but I can't talk to you if you're laughing like a deranged lunatic. I need you to take a deep breath and talk to me."

She slowly let go of him, making sure the tips of her fingers stroked his arms as they left. Yami pressed his lips together, trying to calm down but the laughter bubbled up again and he shook his head.

"It's just that," he spluttered between laughter. "you left for a couple of days and the one thing you asked me to do just… My sister's obviously gone insane and murdered my father right in front of me and they-they thought I did it so they came in here, fucked up our entire apartment and now you're here and… I honestly can't believe I'm still standing on my feet."

Suddenly, the laughter completely faded away and Yami reached for his face. "I mean, all I had to do was prevent him from hurting her. He just lost his mind when mom died and couldn't keep it together, but I was selfish and left. He probably drove her crazy with his depression and suicidal thoughts and… Oh, for fuck's sake—"

He roughly shoved Anzu aside, walked over to the wall and punched it so hard that his hand instantly started bleeding.

"Yami!" The combination of pain in his hand and back were barely reaching his brain. The overwhelming emotions had completely taken over his mind, and the only thing he could think of was punching the wall until he could think straight again. "Stop! Stop, you're gonna break your hand!"

But her voice didn't reach his ears. All he could do was punch the wall over and over again, feeling the warm blood trickling down his hand and wrist. Feeling a different pain, which replaced the pain in his chest that he had so little control over.

"Yami!" Anzu grabbed his arm and kept it between both her own so he couldn't get it back. "Stop. This is not your fault. It never was and it never will be. You've been protecting them from day one. You only live a few blocks away so you were still close to them and could keep an eye out. You visited them every once in a while and everything was always fine. Mana told you everything was fine, and your father told you everything was fine. I don't know how this happened, but it wasn't your fault."

Feeling his pulse steadying, Yami uncurled his fingers and hung his head. At first, Anzu had no intention of letting his arm go, but now that he was calming down, she slowly let go. When she did, he could feel her hands shaking along with his.

"Why are you here?" It came out as a snarl and had Anzu back away from him a little.

"Kaiba called me this morning and told me everything I needed to know. I took the first train so I could see you."

Yami raised his hand again, but this time, he simply placed it on the wall and let his forehead rest against it. Gritting his teeth, he closed his eyes and tried to keep calm. He felt Anzu's shaky hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles over it.

His trembling hand shook against his forehead so he pushed it further into the wall, groaning in pain. His skin was raw and bloody, as if someone had simply torn off the first layer like a piece of paper. Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, Yami pushed himself off the wall and walked towards the door.

"H-hey, where are you going?"

"Out."

Anzu didn't follow him, nor did she yell at him to come back. They had known each other long enough to know what the other needed, but Yami was taking advantage of said fact. She probably thought he was going to take a walk to clear his head, and instead, he was going to his old place to investigate it himself.

He wasn't even sure what he was going to look for; all he knew was that he wanted to check out Mana's room to see if he had missed something. Anzu was right about everything; he had been visiting, checking if they were still doing okay, so it really didn't make any sense that Mana had spontaneously killed their father.

His feet carried him to his old home, seeing that the place had been deserted, except for a few police officers standing in front of the door, talking to each other.

Since he wasn't wearing his uniform, or had his badge, he wasn't sure if they were going to let him in. So he could only hope that they would recognize him, or simply be nice. The latter made Yami roll his eyes because police officers barely made exceptions.

"… told me that he was in pretty bad shape and I can't help but feel sorry for the guy, I mean, we all have those days. But if I were him, I'd probably— Who're you?"

They were talking about him. The police officer that was now staring down at him had kind, honey colored eyes. His nose was covered in a few freckles, which gave him a semi-innocent look, but the look in his eyes told Yami otherwise.

A few blond hairs stuck out from under his blue cap and he inexplicably reminded him of Mai. They both had the same attitude written on their face, which was a mixture between kindred and bitchiness. Mai had proven she could be incredibly nice, but also be an absolute annoying bitch with a big mouth.

Then, Yami looked at his nametag and did his best to keep his jaw from hitting the ground.

It was corporal Katsuya Jounouchi, Mai's boyfriend.

"That explains it," Yami blurted out and immediately coughed with the hopes he hadn't heard it.

"What?" Jounouchi spoke, an amused smile tugging at his lips.

"Nothing, nothing. It's just… Your girlfriend is my boss. Sort of."

At first, Jounouchi frowned and looked bewildered, before his face broke out in a cheeky grin. Yami instantly felt like he had a chance because Mai had probably told him everything about the situation.

"Hm. Yeah, so you're Yami Tanaka?" A weak smile deliberately replaced the grin. "Mai's told me all about you. But what are you doing here? Thought my girl sent you home to get some rest and take it easy."

"I need to check something."

"Bud, I think it's better if you—"

"I witnessed my sister kicking my father to death and I'm trying to find out why the hell she did that because I can't think of one good reason. So I think it's better if you let me in my own house so I can try to find out why. And if you don't, I will not hesitate to throat punch you." The words had flown out of his mouth before he could even stop them.

Both officers looked at each other, blinking a few times.

Jounouchi's eyes softened and he turned his body so it was no longer blocking the front door.

Yami hesitantly brushed past him and muttered a quick "thank you" before he ran upstairs. If he remembered correctly, Mana's room was at the end of the hallway, the door with a poster of her favorite band on it. Said door had been left open and only then did Yami realize he hadn't been in her room since he left.

Yet, he still remembered everything about it. Everything was still the same: from the unmade bed in the right corner, to the random post-its on her closet. A small smile appeared on his face because it reminded him of their childhood.

It looked like they hadn't been in her room yet, since nothing was out of place. Which meant that they either still had to do it, or they didn't believe his story.

Yami walked over to her unmade bed and to his biggest surprise, he saw her diary under the pillow. It was almost too good to be true.

It was none of his business of course; diaries were very private, still, he had to find out what had made Mana do this. He grabbed it, flipped through the pages and took a step back when a small piece of paper fell out and landed in front of him. Blinking, he bent down and instantly groaned.

His back was obviously not very happy that he had done that. So, instead of bending down, he knelt down and used her desk to keep his balance. Now that he finally got a good look at that purple paper, he felt a familiar fear creeping up inside of him.

It was another ticket to that Yugi Mutou show. Either this guy was really popular or he had something to do with the murders. Yami carefully reached out for it, remembering damn well what happened last time but—

There were two very deep wounds in each corner of his mouth, preventing him from talking because it would hurt too much. Someone was standing in front of him with a long black cloak, the hood covering his face so he could only see the other's chin and lips. A sharp jawline indicated that the figure was probably a young man.

"Since you're calling me the bad guy, I should be threatening you with a knife. However, I have absolutely no intention of hurting you," the male said, taking a few steps closer to him. Only then did Yami realize that he couldn't move a single muscle, except wiggle his fingers and his toes. A knife appeared in front of his face and he yelped when a cold hand wrapped itself around his throat.

Because he cried out in pain, the wounds in the corners of his mouth tore the skin and caused several amounts of blood to leak into his mouth. It hurt so much that another groan escaped from his lips, but it only made it worse. The wounds cut deeper into his skin, making him bleed more and more. The pain was so intense that he felt lightheaded already and the disgusting taste of his own blood in his mouth was making him cough and gag.

"I despise judgmental people. And I hate people who can't keep their noses out of other people's business," the other whispered, their faces so close that he could feel his breath over his wounded lips. "Don't scream, because you will probably bleed to death if you do. Be a good boy and keep your mouth shut."

A loud thud woke Yami up from the trance. His knees ached and when he looked down, he noticed he was sitting on them. He instantly reached for his mouth, trembling fingers looking around for the painful wounds, but his fingers only found his soft, uninjured lips.

This was the second time he had had such a horrible vision and he wasn't sure if he was slowly going insane or that someone was trying to send him a message. In both trances, the same person had told him to back off; that person was a guy and he was wearing a long black coat.

Clearing his throat, Yami looked down at the ticket. The illusionist was probably in his mid-twenties, maybe even younger and had an inviting smile on his pale face. There was a large black hat on top of his head, just like the stereotype illusionist, and had a black cloak which reached his ankles. The cloak sent a cold shiver down Yami's spine because it looked a lot like the one he had seen in that vision.

"Yugi Mutou," he breathed, hearing his voice shaking. Stars appeared in front of his eyes and he held his head to keep it from spinning. "No, no…" His body wobbled and before he could get a grip, his eyes rolled back and he fell to the floor.

The sound of squealing tires and a round of loud cursing woke Yami up from his so-called slumber. Something tight was pressing against his chest and a hand shot out to press him back against a soft chair. Slowly opening his eyes, Yami saw the black dashboard of Kaiba's car and the behind of another car through the window, which was dangerously close to them.

"Wazzgoin' on?" he mumbled, closing his eyes again. For some odd reason, his head was incredibly heavy and he was having trouble keeping his eyes open.

"A moron randomly stopped in the middle of the street and I almost, almost, bumped into him. I would sue his ass, but I don't have time for it," his boss snarled. "You okay? Good thing I secured your seatbelt, otherwise you would have flown through the window and we would have even bigger problems."

"'snot what I mean." Yami did his best to give Kaiba an accusing look, but his eyes were so dry and irritated that it hurt too much to look up at him. Instead, he looked at the steering wheel, trying to glare and failing miserably.

"Don't try to act all tough because you're in no position to do so. I was in your old house, on my way to investigate your sister's room when I found you on the floor, unconscious. I carried you back to my car and here we are."

Upon hearing that Kaiba had carried him to the car, Yami felt his nose reddening. Just thinking about it was embarrassing enough, but to find out it had actually happened made him feel like a loser.

"You're a lot heavier than you look," Kaiba said, scrunching up his nose. "Thought you and your 5'4" ass—"

"Okay, you've made your point," Yami quickly brushed him off, feeling more blood rushing to his face. He didn't have to rub it in for god's sake. "Where are we going anyway, back to the office?"

"No. I'm taking you somewhere else. And we're already there."

"Eh? How long was I out?" Raising an eyebrow, Yami sat up straight (he was slumped in his seat) so he could look out the window. He saw a rather old and dirty building in the middle of an open field. It looked completely deserted and if it had been uninhabited for at least more than a decade.

"Not that long. I just think you fell asleep right after you woke up because you did make this little noise at a certain point and it sounded like—"

"Where the hell have you taken me?" Yami interrupted him once again, not feeling like hearing the rest of that sentence.

"An orphanage. Come on." Kaiba unbuckled both his own and Yami's seatbelt. "I wanna show you something." He got out of the car, walked to the other side and opened the door. "Don't be a baby. Come on." With a harsh tug, Kaiba pulled Yami out of the car and started dragging him towards the building.

"You know, technically you're kidnapping me because I certainly do not want to go in there and you're forcing me to," Yami cheekily remarked, trying his best to keep up with the other's pace.

However, instead of receiving a sarcastic comeback, like he had expected, Kaiba ignored him and kept walking. They went all the way to the other side of the building so they could enter through the back.

It looked like a set that came right out of a horror movie: the ceiling was probably about to collapse, the wallpapers had holes in them, revealing dirt and black fungus, there was at least five inches of dust on the floor, spider webs were sticking to each corner and to top it off, the only lights that were working kept flickering irregularly.

If Yami didn't know any better, he would think Kaiba was going to beat the hell out of him right at that moment and leave his body to rot here. It wouldn't actually surprise him since he had been acting like a jerk and very unprofessional in the last two days. Carefully looking up at Kaiba, he mumbled, "What are we doing here?"

They had stopped in a gigantic gymnasium, which didn't look any better than all the other rooms. It did have some windows so natural light lit up the entire room, but overall it still looked really creepy.

Kaiba had folded his arms over his chest and was staring at one particular spot on the wall, as if he was avoiding the other's eyes. "You have this hole inside of you that you can't seem to fill. No matter what you do, it will always hurt and it will always be there. You can never get away because it will haunt you for the rest of your life. There is no way of getting rid of the pain, but there is a way to deal with it."

Yami was somewhat confused and remained silent since he didn't know what to say.

"This is where I go when I need some time to think or when I need to take out my anger. I have my own experience with losing someone and this is where I go to get back on my feet again."

So that's what Kaiba was doing. Yami's left eye twitched and he was about to walk away.

"I'm fine."

Kaiba snorted so loudly that it echoed through the entire room. He stopped dead in his tracks. "Sure. You lost everything in one day, you get injured, you are accused of murder, you almost break your hand, you fucking faint in your sister's room… Oh, yeah, you're most definitely fine."

"Shut up!" Yami yelled, feeling his face reddening up to the point where it was the color of a tomato. He had turned around and was now glaring daggers at him. "I am dealing with it!"

"That is in no way dealing with it. You can lie to me, you can lie to your friend, hell, you can even lie to the whole world," Kaiba snapped, finally turning to him, making Yami psychically flinch. "but you can't lie to yourself. And that is exactly what you're doing right now. You're not denying what happened, but you are denying the fact that in you're in desperate need of some help. You are a ticking bomb that is about to explode, Yami. It can happen today, tomorrow, next week, next month, maybe even next year, but you will break eventually."

"Make your point," Yami said, feeling hot tears burning behind his eyes. He knew Kaiba was right, every single word was true, but for some reason he wanted to have an excuse to yell at him. He had been holding it in since yesterday and seeing that they were alone, there was no one around to stop him from punching him where the sun doesn't shine.

"My point is that I want you to break down here."

A silence fell. One lone tear rolled down Yami's cheek and he quickly wiped it away.

"You can punch holes in the walls, run in circles 'till you puke, kick the pillars, scream, yell, wail, even tear the place down if you want to. As long as you do it here."

"Why?" he muttered, his voice breaking.

"Because I don't want it to happen while you're on the job."

Yami huffed and looked away, trying to control his breathing. "Right, 'cause I most definitely don't wanna embarrass you."

"This is not about me, and I don't even care what people think of me. You will embarrass yourself. People won't treat you the same."

"Little too late for that." When he had walked out of Kisara's office, everyone's eyes fell on him. He, too, would probably have had the urge to stare at someone who had lost everything in one day. No one knows what to say, they can only stare at try to imagine what that person is going through. "They're already giving me those looks."

"Can you imagine the looks you would receive if you lost it at work? They would look at you like some hurt puppy that got lost on its way home. They wouldn't know how to react because they can't relate. When you do explode, you might hurt someone, or yourself. Everyone deals with it in a different way and they usually try to do it on their own and that's where things go wrong. Here you can do whatever you want without getting judged, and no one will ever know you were here or what you've done."

He covered his face with his hand, feeling more tears threatening to fall.

"I'll leave if you want me to. If you want me to stay, then I will. Just let me know."

It was going to happen any minute now. The tight feeling in his chest, his increasing heartbeat, his dry mouth, and the quivering of his lips… it was all there. Kaiba sighed softly through his nose and was about to leave, but Yami quickly grabbed his arm.

Without looking up, Yami whispered, "Stay."

There was a moment of silence before Kaiba gently told him he would.

Yami slowly let go of his arm and slid to the floor. Short and uneven breaths went past his trembling lips, until he took one deep breath and let out the loudest wail he could. That was all it took for him to finally give in.

He screamed, pounded on the floor with his wounded hand and continued to wail like a wounded animal. An endless amount of tears streamed down his face, trickling down his nose, his lips, his sweaty neck, everywhere they could reach. He gritted his teeth to stop the sobbing, but he couldn't gain control of his own body anymore. Saliva mixed with the salty tears crawled down his chin, right onto the dusty floor, creating a tiny puddle.

His entire body trembled with pain and his throat felt raw from all the screaming and sobbing, but he didn't stop. He couldn't stop. The tears irritated his eyes up until the point where they felt so dry he could barely blink. The blood pounding in his ears made him feel like he was going to throw up any second, but there was nothing in his empty stomach that he could get rid off.

It went on for minutes, maybe even hours. Yami didn't know how long it would take until he completely ran out of tears or when his vocal chords would simply stop functioning because of all the screaming, sobbing and ululating.

He gradually looked over his shoulder and saw that his boss was leaning against the wall with his hip, staring at a bench a few feet away from him. It was oddly satisfying to have Kaiba in the room with him and he couldn't be more thankful for bringing him here.

Author's note: Yeah, yeah, I know. Yami's not 5'4" but I just wanted to give him that. /shot dead

This was a pretty heavy chapter, and a bit creepy BUT AT LEAST IT WAS A BIT LONGER THAN USUAL afiuadhjsfkds. And Kaiba's being nice. In his own way.

Hope this was worth the wait! Please don't forget to leave a review on your way out~!