Everyone woke up that morning with the sense that something was different. Maybe it was something in the air, but the weather predicted the same exact thing it had for the past week. A foreboding feeling hung over the city, and no one could shake it, or escape from it. As far as anyone knew, it wasn't a holiday, nor was any maniac currently on the loose. Maybe it was nothing. Or maybe it was something they would learn they should have seen coming.

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Yugi whistled to himself as he cleaned the house. The store was closed for the day, Grandpa was out, and Yami was… well Yugi was sure he was still in the building somewhere. His brother hadn't said anything about going out, but Yugi hadn't heard anything from him in a while, either. That wasn't too unusual, though, as Yami was a naturally silent person.

Placing the pillows and cushions back on the couch, Yugi gathered up everything he had found under them and headed into the kitchen.

Yami sat at the table, clearly troubled about something. He held a small scrap of paper in his hands, but was staring off into space. It didn't even seem like he had noticed the other's presence in the room.

"Is everything alright?" Yugi asked, beginning to grow concerned when Yami looked at him with an expression he'd never seen before on his face. His eyes were wide, and one eyebrow was higher than the other, like he wasn't sure he should respond. He looked almost… scared.

"… You're real, right?" He asked finally.

"Yeah, why?" Yugi placed everything in his hands on the table and pulled out a chair to sit in front of his brother.

Yami hesitated, visibly contemplating whether or not to tell him. Finally making a decision, he held out the note to Yugi.

Yami Motou. Please realize that this life as you know it is a fabrication made up during an experiment on the human mind. You were one of our most valued volunteers until the accident that rendered you trapped within your own mind. While we are astounded by the world you have created for yourself, complete with a family and friends, your real family needs you back. Please wake up. We don't know how this message will reach you, but please don't ignore it.

"Yeah." Yami licked his lips and placed his head in his hand. "So, I found that this morning."

"And now you're questioning reality?" Yugi placed the note on the counter and crossed his arms. Yami nodded mutely, obviously far away. Yugi smiled. And then punched his arm. "Did that feel real enough to you?"

Yyyyy

Roses are red, violets are blue, you don't know me, but I'm watching you.

Joey glared at the note in his hand, crumpling it up and shoving it back in his pocket where he'd found it. He didn't know when it had gotten there, but he wasn't amused. Especially after all the psychos they had taken on.

"You haven't seen anyone weird hanging around lately, have you?" He turned to Tristan, who hadn't noticed his discovery of the paper.

"No, why? Did you see someone?" He straightened up and looked around. They were currently at the school, mopping the floors. Everyone else had left for the day, so they were the only ones there at the moment.

"… No. Just keep an eye out."

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"Yami, do you know where my glasses are?" Grandpa called into the storage room as he held a scrap of paper at arms length, trying to read it.

"No, why?" The ex-pharaoh walked out into the shop with an opened box from their latest shipment under his arm. "Do you want me to read that for you?"

"Oh. Yes, please." Solomon didn't want the help, not really, but he couldn't deny he was getting older. Ageing gracefully was about the only sense of dignity he could lay claim to at this point.

"Let me see. 'If you can't read this, you should probably find your glasses.' Well. I guess-," He stopped when he noticed the level stare that was starting to burn holes in his head. "Yeah, I'll get back to work."

Yyyyy

"So, who should we do next? Tristan scares easy, but Tea-,"

"What are you two doing?" Yami narrowed his eyes as soon as he saw the scheming pair. Yugi had stopped talking, but had been too surprised to remember to shut his mouth. Casey, or what he could see of her over the computer screen was apparently going with the 'stay still and they won't see you' routine. "I take it that letter this morning was from you?"

"Casey told me what to write. I just did what she told me to do." Yugi pointed to the screen.

All the way in America, the blamed girl dropped her jaw. "Traitor. This was you're idea! You messaged me about it."

"What were you trying to accomplish?" Yami cut them off before the finger pointing could escalate.

Sheepishly, they blushed and avoided eye contact. "I noticed that your rule list was at forty-nine. We thought number fifty should be memorable." Yugi rubbed the back of his head. "We sure had you going, though." He tried to laugh. Yami directed his gaze right at him until he stopped.

"… You didn't give Joey a note, did you? He's been downstairs glaring at every customer we've had since he got here."

"Uh," Casey's eyes grew wide suddenly. "I think I hear Dad calling-,"

"What did you tell him?"

"… I just delivered a message from Mitch's girlfriend. She's a big Joey Wheeler fan and wanted him to know she cheered for him whenever he's on TV. I might have taken a creative liberty or two, though." She grinned sheepishly while Yami sighed and covered his eyes.

"I don't know what to do with you two."

Yyyyy

Rule 50: Yugi and Casey are not to team up. Ever. (And Joey cannot take the law into his own hands. We do not need a security guard. And I don't want to know where you got the uniform.)

Yyyyy

WWWOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOO! CHAPTER FIFTY!

I'm sorry this took so long! I wanted chapter fifty to be special but nothing I wrote seemed to be good enough! I really hope you liked how it finally turned out, though. Please review! :3