I think it is about time I updated this fic. Thank you to all the wonderful people who left reviews, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! *hugs*

Warning: Cussing, swearing, glaring and wicked Marik…

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

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This is it, thought Yami as he stood outside the recording studio, his head looking up at the imposing building before him. Butterflies fluttered nervously in this stomach and his hands clutched at the air with clammy palms.

"Oi, stop loitering around and get you ass in there!" Mai-san shouted from the car. "Make sure you behave this time and no homo pranks, okay?"

Yami nodded furiously. He already had a half an hour lecture on "the evils of pissing co-workers off" throughout the journey from his manager. The threats incorporated in the advice were clearly frightening and was not to be taken lightly. Failure to heed her warning would result in severe penalties and not pleasant ones, he was assured.

Yami shuddered and scurried into the building.

After clearing security, he made his way to the designated room. Today was a briefing; an introduction session with the staff involved. Yami was going to discover who his fellow co-stars were. He was excited about the prospect, but also a little apprehensive. He had never been in a production of this scale before—let alone act as a lead in one. To say he wasn't scared shitless was a lie.

Nearing the room, his heart began to hammer in his chest; the squeaking of his sneakers, as it rubbed against the smooth tiled floor, seemed deafening to his ears. He almost wished Mai-san had been here with him, at least her nagging would have provided a distraction to his panicky state. The feeling he had now was akin to the one he had at the audition, the big names present made the experience intimidating. He dreaded the meeting and yet, looked forward to it at the same time.

Pausing outside the room, he was grateful for the opened door, it allowed him to take a peek inside first. Crimson eyes scanned the interior swiftly and a sigh of relief escaped him; the room was near empty apart for a few occupants. It meant he would not be drawing attention as he made his entry.

Taking a deep breath and silently thanking Mai-san for dropping him off twenty minutes early, Yami stepped inside the room. All eyes were on the newcomer and a hush descended the room; likewise, Yami glanced curiously around him and noticed a few familiar faces amongst them. Kawaii Shizuka was one. Famous for her damsel-in-distress roles and gentle heroines, it would not surprise Yami if she played the female lead in "Broken Bonds". In fact, slim, graceful and pretty she looked very much like the characters she acted on screen; she gave Yami a warm timid smile, which he readily returned.

The room, he noted, had a large table in the centre with chairs surrounding it and sitting in one of the chairs was a small figure with cold eyes fixed on him. Grey-blue gems beneath teal-coloured bangs, glared daggers... it was Kaiba Noa!

Yami felt uncomfortable under the other's harsh scrutiny, but he refused to drop his gaze. Why should he be the one to turn his eyes away when he had done nothing wrong, he thought? He tilted his chin slightly upwards and glared back.

However, the challenge was short-lived.

"YA-MI-CHAN!"

On hearing that voice, Yami spun around to confront the speaker; he hoped the face-to-face stance would prevent the other from making lewd advances. The memory of Marik spooning his body from behind was still fresh in his mind and he reddened from the recollection. Unfortunately, such deterrents did not thwart the Egyptian. Yami's face was smothered on a lean chest as his body was enveloped in a tight embrace—a pair of hands placed too near his rear for comfort.

"Yami-chan," he whispered close to a delicate ear, his warm breath skimming over the heated skin as he spoke. "I've missed you so much!"

Yami gently tried to push away. "Please, Marik-san..." he pleaded. "This is improper and people are staring at us."

"So?" came the nonchalant reply. "Let them stare! It's not as if I care."

Annoyance flared up in the imprisoned man and he redoubled his efforts to free himself. If the previous attempt was half-hearted because he wanted the other to comply willingly with his request, the second attempt was in earnest. "Well, you may not care, but I do!"

Marik sensing Yami's rising ire reluctantly released him; a protruding pout adorned his face as he did so. Allowing the smaller male to pull back a little, he held out his hand. "Phone," he demanded.

Crimson orbs stared at him in a stupefied manner, "Huh?" was all its owner could muster.

"Phone," Marik repeated, his fingers on the outstretched hand wriggled impatiently, his pale eyes never leaving Yami's.

Unsuspectingly, Yami reached into his pocket and produced the item—it was whipped out of his grasp before he could protest.

"I am very disappointed in you, Yami-chan," Marik chided, the pout seemed more prominent as he spoke, his fingers diligently tapping the snatched item. "You were supposed to call and you didn't. I waited and waited to hear your voice, but to no avail, so I took matters into my own hands!" Suddenly, the sound of panting and moaning filled the short distance between them and a grin slowly spread across the handsome, tanned face.

Yami paled at the sound.

"Ah, you recognised it, I made it especially for your number!" Marik informed him excitedly. "It's from: 'The Disobedient Cat' and it's definitely your best work—not that the others are bad," he added hurriedly. "In fact, they were all very good, but this one was exceptional! I really indulged myself to the sound of your wantonness on many occasions, it was heaven—"

"What did you do?" Yami asked in angry embarrassment.

"I jerked off—"

"NO! I meant what did you just do now?"

"Oh!" Marik gave a sheepishly laugh. "I saved your number on my phone and I have programmed my number on yours! See!" Marik shoved the phone into Yami's face. "You'll find it under: 'Honey,' so don't forget."

"Remove the ringtone," Yami demanded, his hands balled tightly by his side.

"No!"

"Do it! Do it now!" Yami all but stamped his foot in exasperation.

"No!" the other replied stubbornly.

Yami rubbed his temple wearily. He didn't know why he was getting uptight about the matter; the cd was readily available to all so it wasn't as if it was a private thing. Still, the sound clip irked him. "You know I will never call you," he gritted through his teeth as he reclaimed his phone and pocketed it.

Marik peered at Yami with narrowed eyes, the look reminded Yami of a predator sizing up his prey before the attack.

"But you will call me if I remove the ringtone?" the former asked cautiously.

"Er… no."

"Then the ringtone remains," insisted Marik.

"What is the point? You won't get to hear it if I don't call you," Yami argued.

"I will if I set the ringtone on default," Marik countered with a triumphant smirk on his face.

Startled, Yami looked on; the threat horrified him. "You wouldn't!" he challenged.

Marik looked at Yami and then turned his attention to the phone, humming happily as he tapped it. A small hand shot out and stilled the larger one. Violet eyes met crimson, a fine browed arched quizzically at the petit person clutching his hand.

"Fine," Yami conceded resignedly, pulling his hand away only for it to be seized in return.

"Promise you will call frequently," Marik stipulated, taking advantage of Yami's momentary lapse in his defence.

Yami turned his face away, annoyed he had been so easily manipulated. "Fine," he mumbled sulkily.

Marik pulled the smaller man into his arms in jubilation and began spinning their adhered bodies in a random waltz.

"Marik-san," Yami remonstrated avidly. "Let go!"

"Now don't forget my number is under: 'Honey'. H-O-N— Ooomph!"

Yami felt his back crash into a well-toned chest—a chest that was familiar to him...

Kaiba-san!

"Could the both of you quit the flirting!" an icy voice drawled, hostile blue eyes stared coldly at the two figures clinging on to each other.

"Why? Jealous, Kaiba?" Marik teased, draping an arm over the smaller male's shoulder in a possessive manner.

Kaiba snorted. "Not worth my time!" he replied loftily, his eyes resting on Yami briefly before returning to Marik. "Unlike you, I don't hit on everything that can move and spread its legs!"

Yami coloured at the degrading remark. He knew it was payback for what he did to the frigid man on their last encounter so he remained silent. He promised Mai-san he would not make a scene.

Kaiba raised a slender brow at the muted male; a look of surprise and disgruntlement flittered across his handsome face. The retaliation he anticipated never came and Yami remained passive.

"Hey, I don't 'hit' on everything that moves and spread its legs," Marik objected. "Sometimes I like them immobile with their legs bound together—it's kinkier and tighter that way!"

"For fuck sake," Kaiba muttered to himself, wondering why he bothered communicating with this hentai at all. The guttered remarks the man spewed got cruder with each passing statement; there was no way he'd ever get the better of him, simply because he refused to stoop to that level.

"My thoughts exactly!" Marik chimed shamelessly, confirming Kaiba's low opinion of him.

Kaiba glared at the corrupted man, his lips pursed tightly in a thin line. He will not be goaded into a meaningless confrontation, however had it been Mutou Yami...

Kai-ba-sama… Kaiba shivered inwardly at the provocation from their last meeting. He wondered what he was in for this time around.

"Seto-nii," a soft voice interrupted the subsequent silence and three pairs of eyes steered to the owner of it. Standing next to Kaiba, eyes gazed adoringly at the taller male with a hand gripping the sleeve of the latter's jacket, was Noa.

Kaiba looked dispassionately at Noa, his eyes grazing the smaller male before returning to Yami.

"Ah, Noa-kun!" Marik greeted amicably. "Meet Yami, the latest addition to the cast, and Yami, this is Noa-kun." A tanned hand gestured to the smaller man next to him and Yami bowed his head.

"I am Mutou Yami, please guide me, Noa-sensei!"

A stony face stared back at him for a moment and then turned away. He made no reply to the humble salutation that was offered nor did he acknowledge the presence. Yami was shocked by the youth's rudeness.

"Don't mind him, Yami," Marik whispered rather loudly, Yami was sure it was for the benefit of the subject than the addressee. "He's just pissy 'cos you got the role of Osiris. It was rumoured he was the favourite for that part."

Shocked speechless, Yami's mouth formed an "Oh" but no sound came out. He looked at the seething youth and then at the silent Kaiba. He didn't know why his eyes involuntary strayed to the brunet—it was as if, in his mind, the name Osiris became linked with Kaiba. It might have been because of the audition or it could have been due to the cover on the manga that triggered such thoughts, but he couldn't deny the other felt the pull too. Blue eyes locked onto his, and they remained so until a jovial voice broke through the connection.

"Whoa, what have we here? A homo showdown?" The comment ended with a snicker.

Yami blushed furiously. With Marik's arm slung across his shoulder and Noa plucking Kaiba's arm, it was no wonder the person reached that conclusion. He was about to pull away, but Marik tightened his hold.

"Mutt!" growled Kaiba and Marik in unison. Venom could be clearly detected in the insult and in the glare they directed at the tactless male. Katsuya Jonouchi was insane if he was going to take on the industry's two heavyweights by himself.

Raising his arms in mock surrender, Jonouchi shrugged. "What? From my viewpoint, it sure looks that way to me," he scoffed.

Kaiba snorted a response. "And from my viewpoint, dogs shouldn't be in here! Why don't you run along outside and do the things you do best like: chase a stick, piss on a wall or hump a tree!"

Marik burst out laughing and Jonouchi scowled at him.

"Well, it beats being gay, asshole!"

"What? I am bi!" Marik corrected, wagging a finger at the irate male.

Jonouchi flipped a middle finger at him and turned his attention to Yami. He dismissed the person clinging onto Kaiba's arm. "And just who might you be?" he asked with a wide grin.

Yami stared at the temperamental man before him, his mind urging him to respond. "I am Mutou Yami," he said finally with a bow, "please guide me."

A large hand ruffled the spiky head, provoking a noisy protest from Marik. "Well, Yami, I am Katsuya Jonouchi. Nice to meet you!"

Yami stared at the strange being and smiled back. Despite being a little erratic, the blond, unlike Noa, was kind and sincere in his introduction. Yami liked him for it. "The pleasure is all mine, Katsuya-sensei! It is an honour to be working with you."

"Aw, stop it, Yami!" the embarrassed male said, his hand flapping back and forth. "You don't need to be so formal. Call me, 'Jou'!"

Yami's grin widened. The speaker's cheerfulness was infectious. "Thank you, Jou-san—"

"JOU!"

"S-sorry, Jou," he apologised.

"Hey, Jou!" a cry from the doorway diverted Jonouchi's attention. A tall, lanky man with dark pointed hair appeared and called out to him.

"Hey Honda," he yelled back with a wave then turning to Yami, he mouthed an apology and jogged off. Chortles and laughter could be heard from their direction as the pair greeted each other with fist jabs and neck throttles. They looked like a pair of unruly schoolboys than voice actors.

"And he has the cheek to call us, 'homos', the idiot!" Kaiba muttered darkly.

Yami's lips twitched with amusement at the remark, the meeting hadn't begun and already it had been an eye-opener. He wondered if he would be able to keep up with everyone's pace. Glancing about the room, he was surprised to see it was slowly filling up.

As if reading his mind, Marik declared, "Looks like most of the cast are here... except that brat!"

"Who are you calling a 'brat', pervert?" Rebecca's voice rang out loud and clear behind Kaiba. "Beside, it is shocking to see you here early! Aren't you always one of the last to show up?"

Marik grinned roguishly. "Well, I knew Yami-chan was going to be here today so I came extra early!" Turning to Yami, he said, "See the effort I put in for you—reward me!"

For some reason, Yami could not help but think that, perhaps, Jou was not the puppy in the room. If Marik sprouted ears and a tail, it would not surprise him at all. Yami hid a smile behind a raised hand.

"Why, you!" The note of hostility in Rebecca's voice brought Yami's attention back to the people before him. She was glaring that the clingy male beside Kaiba. "Get away from Kaiba-senpai!" she ordered as she jabbed him with her rolled up script. Yami began to think it was a permanent accessory to the petit actress; he shivered when he recalled how inaccurate she was wielding it.

Enmity was obvious in the way the two teens glared at each other; it made the air crackle from the tension. It might be wise to remove to a safer distance, he thought anxiously.

"Piss off, Hawkins. I don't take orders from the likes of you!" Noa retorted as he batted the script away. "Who the hell do you think you are to tell me to get away from my own kin?"

Yami's brows shot up.

Marik groaned at the comment, his head dropping onto Yami's shoulder. "Here we go again, with the 'I-am-related-to-the-great-Kaiba-Seto' shit!" he muttered. "Someone kill... him!"

Yami's raised brows almost disappeared into his hairline as his eyes widened at the revelation. Kaiba and Noa related? Crimson eyes, shifted from Kaiba to Noa, and then to Kaiba again, it was then he noticed how similar they looked—or rather how similar Noa looked to Kaiba! Even the hair was styled the same, right down to the bang, which fell across his face. The more Yami thought about it, the more there were other resemblances. Their personalities, for example, were a definite "Kaiba" trait. Rude, condescending and equipped with the death-glares, how did he not realised the connection from the beginning?

"Related or not, your presence by Kaiba-senpai's side is ruining his image. Get away from him, you tacky wannabe!" Rebecca shrilled.

A bewildered Yami watched on as the teens bickered in front of him, it was rather amusing to see them fight over the frigid man. Fiery orbs drifted to the subject of the quarrel to find Kaiba staring at him as if he were expecting the former to provide him with something witty or diverting. The smaller man bristled with annoyance; he was not there for Kaiba's amusement.

Kaiba raised a slender brow slightly and smirked, the expression dared Yami to challenge him.

In return, Yami pursed his lips tightly together so no words would escape; it doubled effectively as a pout as well. I'm not too thrilled about keeping quiet either, smug bastard! The look he sent Kaiba, stated. He promised he wasn't going to make trouble; he had to stick to it. He didn't want to blow his chance just because he couldn't keep his temper under control; even if he wasn't doing it for himself, he had to do it for Yuugi.

The Ice Prince looked almost disappointed at the lack of response and it surprise Yami. He must have misread the expression he thought to himself.

"Try as you might, you'll never be like Kaiba-senpai," Rebecca wasn't finished with Noa. "He is, by far, the manliest person in this room—"

"Only second to you, my dear," Noa retorted dryly.

Marik hooted with laughter, earning a glare from the enraged girl, he immediately held up his hands to ward off the invisible daggers that were hurled his way. "Look," he grinned, "Noa does have a point, you know? He's way girlier than you are!"

"WHY YOU!" This time both teens responded angrily.

Yami sighed inwardly; he was starting to think Marik was a masochist amongst pervert, brazen, and other things.

A cough could be heard above the squabbling and the trio stopped. All eyes turned to the person speaking; it was the director of the production. Immediately a deathly silence fell upon the room.

"Thank you for coming today, I am Soichiro Ota and it a pleasure to finally meet all of you. Please take a seat so we can get this meeting underway."

Yami could feel his entire being, bubble with excitement; he could barely contain the exhilaration from bursting to the surface. Slowly, he felt Marik's arm slide off his shoulder, the retracting hand lightly brushed the exposed skin on the nape of his neck. Much to his chagrin, he shivered to the touch and felt Marik's smile bore into him.

He hurriedly made his way to the table.

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"There will be a press conference next week to officially announce the anime's release and to reveal the cast. Your agencies will be receiving the details shortly," the director informed the participants. "Please ensure you have cleared your schedule for this event, we are expecting all of you to make an appearance. Thank you for your time and I look forward to working with you soon."

The scrapping of chairs and the sudden chorus of excited voices indicated the meeting was over. Yami slowly got up and began tidying up his script and documents. He was ecstatic! A script book; a real, thick script book he could call his own. He traced his name that was presented in bold characters alongside the famous names of the main cast:

Obelisk – Kaiba Seto

Ra – Ishtar Marik

Osiris – Mutou Yami

Kisara – Kawaii Shizuka

Exodia – Katsuya Jonouchi

Mana – Hawkins Rebecca

Magus – Hiroto Honda

Duo – Kaiba Noa

He stroked the page fondly; a smile played on his lips. From the corner of his eye, he caught the tall, proud figure of Kaiba talking with the director. The former was engrossed in the conversation.

"I must have a new outfit for the press conference!" Yami heard Rebecca squeal. "Marik-san, can you help me out, please!" She clapped her hands together in an entreating manner and bowed.

Yami was surprised to hear the girl being so humble to Marik-san; it made him eager to learn the reason. He slowed down his packing, taking a few items out and rearranging them. A long pause followed before the former was rewarded duly.

"Fine, Becca-tan," Marik replied, "on one condition."

"Anything!" Rebecca squeaked.

"You must take Yami-chan with you," he declared, "and I will ensure the both of you will be taken care of."

"Okay!" agreed the girl.

Yami's head shot up, his eyes blazed with indignation. "Hey, don't decide things for yourselves," he protested. "What is wrong with the way I dress?"

Silence ensued, as the pair looked him up and down. He felt Marik's eyes undressing him rather than looking at his attire.

Yami looked down at his tattered skinnies, faded tee shirt and well-worn sneakers—and pouted. Okay, so he didn't have anything fancy to wear to the press conference. His wardrobe consisted of items that were bought on sale, hence dated and unfashionable. But it wasn't like he cared; he only bought clothes to replace the ones that had worn out. He never thought it was ever going to be a problem—until now it seemed.

He looked up and glowered at the two fashion critics.

"Aw, come on Yami," Rebecca coaxed; it was obvious the incentive Marik offered was good enough for her to agree to the conditions set. "Please, do it for me, if not for yourself. I'll buy you lunch! What's your favourite food?"

Yami sighed and shook his head in resignation, he might as well do the favour since he had nothing going on afterwards. Besides, he kind of liked Rebecca's company. "Fine," he conceded reluctantly. "I'll accompany you as a favour, but that's all! I don't need anything in return." He began repacking his bag again.

"And your favourite food is?" This time it was Marik who voiced the question.

The petit male thought for a moment and then smiled, "Taiyaki"* he replied happily; the thought of biting into that melt-in-the-mouth crispy pastry and encountering the sweet bean paste inside made him drool buckets. He could do with one now, he thought ruefully.

Satisfied he had packed everything away, Yami hoisted his bag over his head and slung it across his shoulder; the weight from the script book was strangely comforting to him and he felt so happy. Pushing his chair under the table, he turned around—and walked straight into Marik.

He leapt back with fright.

"Now, Yami-chan," the older man said, clasping Yami by the shoulders, "don't forget to call as promised!"

Yami blinked at him in a befuddled manner, "Call?" he asked absently, in his excitement he had forgotten about the phone incident.

Marik sighed. "Yes, Yami-chan," he replied patiently, dragging out the words slowly as if he was talking to a toddler, "don't forget to call. I programmed my number under: 'Honey'. Remember?"

Yami nodded very slowly. He remembered now. "And I have to call you because...?" He eyed the speaker curiously.

The Egyptian heaved an exaggerated sigh. "Yami-chan, you promised you would call, how else will I be able to hear your voice and that awesome ring-tone I made for your number?"

Yami's eyes narrowed. "But weren't you supposed to delete that ring-tone?" he reminded Marik. "Besides, why in heavens, would I want to waste credit on making a call, just so you can benefit from something I'd rather not be promoting!"

"Well, if it's the matter of credit then call me and hang up, I'll call you back after," Marik offered. "Oh, but don't hang up straight away, I want to hear you climax first!"

Yami palmed his face. This guy's incorrigible, he thought as he muttered curses into his hand.

"Come on, Yami! Let's go already!" Rebecca was almost jumping up and down with excitement. Impatient to be gone, she grabbed Yami by the hand and marched off.

Yami muttered another string of curses under his breath, as he was led away.

"Don't forget to call, Yami-chan," Marik called after them, his hand reaching for the phone in his back pocket.

After watching them leave, he entered a number and held the phone to his ear, it was answered swiftly.

"Hello Odion?" he began. "Just to let you know Rebecca-san is on her way to the store now. She's just left. Also, she is doing me a favour so give her the fifty per cent discount rate instead of the usual thirty. Yes, and have Kaneko take care of her. More importantly, she is bringing a guest with her, a 'Mutou Yami'. I would like you to advise him personally, he is someone special so he will be receiving 'The Marik Discount.' Good, ensure my instructions are heeded to the letter. You'll report to me later."

With that he hung up and made his way to the exit. Pity he had an interview to go to, he thought sadly. He'd love to have accompanied Yami on this shopping trip, it would have been fun assisting him undress—to see the pale, smooth skin exposed gradually as he removed his clothes a piece at a time. Marik grinned as lewd images formed in his mind. He might still make it if he hurried the interview, he thought excitedly. Yami's striptease was something he wouldn't want to miss, even if it meant he'd get maimed for it!

With a spring in his step, he quickened his pace; determined to get through his next job as quick as possible. However, the figure standing by the door sobered him up. He was confronted with a cool blue gaze.

Kaiba stood with his back against a wall, his arms crossed against his chest. He was waiting for him. Marik's mood dampened a little. "How much have you heard?" he asked the still man.

The brunet remained in his pose as he began vocally recalling what he had caught. "Rebecca's request, your request, Mutou's agreement, your call to Odion, your instructions for Mutou to call you... Ringtone?" Kaiba arched a brow and paused.

Marik pulled a face.

"And he likes 'Taiyaki'," Kaiba finished off.

Unfortunately for Marik, Kaiba had an eidetic memory.

Marik groaned. "Well, you've heard pretty much all of it then," he grumbled with a shrug and continued on his way. He was about to pass the motionless figure when the latter spoke again.

"Don't toy with him, Marik!" he warned. "He's not a plaything for you to fuck around and throw away when you've gotten tired. If you break him, I will not forgive you."

Marik scowled at the taller male's hostility, even at a distance, the threat seemed as menacing as if it were snarled in his face. The Egyptian growled low in his throat. "I take it you mean Yami-chan, right? A little bird told me you pulled some strings to get him into the Broken Bond's audition. It is unlike you to show interest in someone, least of all, a 'nobody'. Let me ask you this: what are your intentions towards him?"

Kaiba unfolded his arms and pushed himself off the wall; he turned to face Marik directly. "Well, your 'little bird' can go and fuck itself for all I care. Whatever my intentions are has nothing to do with you. Just pay heed to what I have said. I've worked too hard for this production for it to be screwed by someone who couldn't keep his dick to himself! Have your fun elsewhere and keep the cast and the staff out of it! Especially Mutou Yami!"

Marik gave a non-committal shrug, earning him a glare from Kaiba before the latter silently marched off.

Marik watched the man depart, a hand rested on his chin thoughtfully as if he were reflecting on what was said. What had passed between them was rather interesting. It was rare to see the Ice Prince going ape over an individual and Marik found that rather discerning. True, it wasn't the first time he'd been warned about screwing staff and cast alike by the stoic man, but the way he singled Yami-chan out was unusual. Apart from the pure and naïve Shizuka being under his protection, there were no other who held the stand-offish man's attention—let alone piqued his interest.

So why was Kaiba helping Yami-chan, Marik pondered idly?

Silence filled the space in his head; he could not fathom the working of the reserved man—even after knowing him for so long. Undoubtedly, Kaiba's intentions will be revealed in due course; in the meantime, it was pointless straining brain cells over it.

With another shrug, Marik took out his phone and speed-dialled a number. After several rings, the call was answered.

"Yami-chan!" he squealed. "Call me back!"

~TBC~

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A/N: Right then, you know the drill, folks. Your thoughts are much appreciated, so please let me know how you found it, I'd love to hear from you all.

Anyways, thanks for reading and I hope this update was worth the wait.

~I would also like to give my condolences to Dan Green whose wife passed away in November 2011 after giving birth to their twins. It was Dan's talent, which drew me into YU-Gi-OH! Without his captivating voice, I would not be a rabid fan of this show. If it is possible, please spare a thought for Dan and his family. You can also leave a message in his guestbook or find out ways you can send a personal message to him. The link is on my profile page. Thank you for your support. ❤

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*Taiyaki – A fish-shaped pastry filled with sweet red bean paste.