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Everlasting
Fire By: Amphitrite (papervanity@gmail.com) Rated: PG-13 Pairing: Bakura/Yami Summary: Sequel to Worthy of You. Someone’s sending
threatening letters to Bakura. Normally, he wouldn’t care, but now he has
Yami to protect.
Chapter
1: To Deliver the Letter Bakura sat at
the television, lazily flipping through the channels. Yami was curled up with
his head in Bakura’s lap, sleeping peacefully. Bakura looked down at his
lover with adoring eyes. He brushed a blonde bang out of the pharaoh’s calm
looking face. Yami mumbled something incoherently and turned, opening his
crimson eyes to meet Bakura’s almond ones. Bakura smiled. “Awake?” “Not yet…” Yami
mumbled. Bakura nudged him. “Come on, Yami.
Time to get up.” “Aww…” Yami
whined. “But I’m comfy like this!” He closed his eyes, but they shot open the
moment he felt Bakura’s soft lips against his. He kissed back and closed his
eyes again. They were still in a deep liplock when Ryou and Malik walked into
the house. Yami and Bakura
looked up when Ryou cleared his throat. Malik was grinning and Ryou was
hiding a smile. He handed Bakura a white envelope. “This was in
the mail today. It’s for you.” He told him. Bakura took the envelope and
blinked confusedly down at it. Ryou shrugged. “We’ll be at Malik’s, okay?” Without
looking up, the tomb robber nodded. Ryou and Malik left. Yami sat up and
peered at the envelope in Bakura’s hands. “What is it, ‘Kura?” he wondered.
Bakura shrugged. “I never
get mail. I wonder who would send me something?” The envelope
was white and in large black letters read ‘Bakura’. The two stared at it for
a white before Yami said impatiently, “Well? Are you going to open it?”
Bakura snapped out of his trance. “Huh? Oh,
yeah.” He carefully lifted up the flap and removed the letter. Dear Tomb
Robber, Roses
are red
My
tears are blue Stay
away from Yami Before
I get you. - XXangel When Bakura
didn’t say anything, Yami snatched the paper from his hand. He read through
it quickly with wide eyes. “W-what’s
this?” he asked. Bakura shook his head. “I have no
idea.” He frowned. “Someone wants you, that’s for
sure. But I don’t know who…” Yami looked at the signature. “XXangel.” He
said. “I wonder who that is…” Bakura took the note from the pharaoh’s hand
and stuffed it into his jean pocket. “Let’s just
forget about the whole thing. It’s probably just a childish prank, anyway.”
The thief stated. But something in his mind told him that he shouldn’t forget
it. He was right. *** (( One week later… )) Yuugi ran out
of the school building and over to the gates, where his friends were waiting.
He grinned when he reached them. “I’m so glad the finals are finally over!”
he exclaimed. Jou, with Seto’s arm around his waist, grinned back at his best
friend. “Me too! I
think I failed every one of them.” He said proudly. Seto rolled his eyes. “Jou-chan, I
don’t think you’re supposed to be happy about that.” Seto commented. Joey
scowled and poked his boyfriend. “What would you
know about failing, Mr. Genius?” “Well, puppy,
Mr. Genius knows all.” Seto replied, smirking. “Your
puppy.” Joey corrected. Seto grinned. “My puppy.” Honda rolled
his eyes. “Please don’t go lovey-dovey on me.” He faked a gag. Jou and Seto
mock-glared at him. Anzu and Ryou sighed. Mai and Malik didn’t go to school.
Malik didn’t see the point and Mai was already out of college. Yuugi didn’t
say anything, but tried to keep a smile plastered on his face. The group soon
arrived at the Game Shop, where Mai and Malik were talking with each other.
They looked up when the door closed. Ryou and Anzu instantly ran to them.
Malik raised an eyebrow when Ryou hugged him. He glanced at Mai, who was
under the same predicament. “I see what you
mean.” He said, wrapping his tanned arms around Ryou. Mai kissed Anzu on the
cheek and nodded. “Told you.” Ryou and Anzu
looked at each other, confused. “What are you talking about, Mai?” Anzu asked.
Mai shook her head. “Nothing. Malik
and I were just discussing some things.” “…Okay.” Anzu
replied. “If you say so.” “Hello, kids.
Welcome back.” greeted Sugoroku, coming in to see them, holding a big box of
toys. “Hello!” The
group of teenagers chorused. Sugoroku started walking back to where he was
putting up the toys on their shelves when he dropped them all. Toys and small
items of all sizes tumbled out, scattering all over the floor. Sugoroku
rubbed his head sheepishly. “Oops.” He
looked at his grandson and his friends. “Can you kids help me pick all this
stuff up? If you don’t, I’ll probably be here all afternoon cleaning this
up.” Yuugi, Honda, Jou, and Anzu agreed instantly. Malik, Mai, and Seto were
more reluctant, but bent down to help all the same. Yuugi knelt
down and picked up some strange new toys that had come in, finding among them
a silver pen. He held it up. “Hey!” he said.
Sugoroku turned to his beloved grandson. “Yes, Yuugi?” “Can I have
this pen?” he asked. “Onegai? [Please?]” Solomon shrugged. “I never
ordered that. I don’t know how it got in there. But fine, you can keep it.”
he said kindly, picking up a bright orange rubber ball with various numbers
on it and throwing it into the cardboard box. Yuugi grinned and pocketed his
new pen. “Arigatou!” He
then proceeded to continue to pick up the scattered toys. *** Seto sighed as
he sat at his desk, doing some paperwork. The group had hung out for a bit at
the Game Shop, then they slowly left. Jou was taking
Shizuka to the doctor for an annual eye checkup, so that left him by his self
to do some work. He sighed as he read through a complaint from a customer who
had tried out one of the RPG games produced by KaibaCorp. He quickly
wrote a response, but got stuck in the middle of it. He groaned when he
realized that his favorite black pen had run out of ink. He scratched his
head, trying to remember how it ran out. He hadn’t been using it lately…Oh!
Last week, he had written a note with it. I remember now. Great…Now I
don’t have a black pen anymore. Of all his
splendors and riches, Seto Kaiba only owned one black pen. He always bought
blue pens…because, well, he liked that color! His secretaries, advisors,
managers, they all used blue pens. And that black pen was what made him superior
to them. He called for his secretary and told her to go out and buy a smooth
black pen. Then he leaned
back in his chair and waited for his sign of superiority to show up. *** Yami snuggled
closer to his love, whispering something incoherently in his sleep. Bakura
smiled in his sleep and hugged Yami closer to him, laying his head on top of
Yami’s. Then there was a quiet thud as the window of Bakura’s bedroom slid
open and someone dressed in black and hidden in the shadows climbed in. Yami’s eyes
shot open. He watched as whoever it was tiptoed to
the bedstand next to the tomb robber and placed an envelope there. He moved a
little closer to Bakura and saw the figure turn around at the sound. He
closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, while listening attentively. The messenger,
or whatever he (or she) was, looked around the room. I swear I heard
something…The figure shook his head, wondering if he was only imagining
things. He (or she) climbed carefully out the window again, being careful to
shut the window. Then, whoever it was quickly ran home as fast as their feet
could carry them. Back in the
bedroom, Yami’s crimson eyes snapped open. What was that? He stared at
the blank white ceiling. Whoever that was…came here for one purpose. To
deliver that letter. Chapter
2: Pictures on my Desk Bakura opened
his eyes; his almond orbs being met with Yami’s blood red ones. He blinked.
“Yami, what are you doing?” Yami smiled slightly, tilting his head so it now
rested on his beloved’s shoulder. “Watching you
sleep.” “…” Yami gave the
thief a small kiss before sitting up. As he did, the events of the previous
night flew into his head. He shook his head slightly, organizing his
thoughts. He glanced at the bedstand on the other side of the bed, gasping
softly when he spotted the white envelope lying neatly on it. So it hadn’t
been just his imagination…someone had really entered Ryou’s house and placed
it there. “Is something
wrong?” Bakura asked curiously. Yami didn’t reply for a few seconds, thinking
over what to say to his lover. After a moment, he pointed to the envelope.
“Wha—” Bakura snatched it and sat up next to Yami. The two stared at the
exterior. It was written
in the same handwriting and with the same jet-black ink as well. Just as
before, it was addressed to ‘Bakura’. Yami frowned. “Open it, ‘Kura. Let’s
see what’s inside this time.” He said softly. Bakura obeyed and opened it
slowly. A small strip of memo paper fell out. Bakura read it
with little difficulty, the hiragana being simple enough to understand.
“Bakura—Maybe you didn’t get my message correctly the last time you were
warned. I want you away from Yami. You know what I mean. I don’t want you two
together. Now you better obey me before I really have to hurt you. Much love,
XXangel.” He looked at
Yami, who was staring blankly at the note. “Yami…” he whispered. “This isn’t a
joke.” The pharaoh said in a monotone. He was thinking hard. Who the hell
is this XXangel? And whyis he (or she) sending Bakura these notes? I
mean, it’s obvious that he/she doesn’t want us together. It even states so in
the letter. But why couldn’t they just talk to us? “I know.”
Bakura whispered. Who didn’t want the two spirits together? He couldn’t think
of anyone at the moment. “YAMIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!
Yami Yuugi!!!! Breakfaaaaast!!” Ryou yelled from the kitchen. The two
Egyptians were yanked out of their thoughts and they leaped out of bed, Yami
following Bakura to the kitchen table. He chuckled a little when Bakura
muttered something. “At least we
don’t have to go to the grocery store again.” *** Shizuka stood
on the doorstep of the Kaiba mansion, waiting for the door to open after she
had rang the doorbell. So it did. Seto’s butler opened the door. “Hi, I’m
Jounouchi Shizuka, Mokuba invited me over?” she said. The man nodded and
bowed, letting her in. He shut the door carefully and led her upstairs to one
of Mokuba’s rooms. He knocked softly. The door opened, revealing a grinning
Mokuba. “Mokuba-sama,
this is Shizuka-san.” The butler announced. Mokuba grabbed Shizuka’s hand and
waved the butler away. “Thanks for
coming, Shizuka-san!” “No problem,
Mokuba.” Shizuka grinned, her own smile almost matching Mokuba’s wide one.
She looked around. “Whaddya want
to play first?” he asked. Shizuka shrugged. “Your choice.” “Ummm…”
Mokuba’s violet-blue eyes scanned the room. “Let’s have a Duel Monsters
tournament!” “Mokuba, you
know I suck at Duel Monsters. I’d lose right away to the little brother of
the famous Kaiba Seto.” Mokuba shook
his head. “That’s okay! It’s just a game. We’re just playing for fun. That
okay, Shizuka-san?” “I guess…Just
go easy on me, all right?” Shizuka answered uncertainly. Mokuba grinned and
grabbed his deck. “Yay! Thanks,
Shizuka-san!” *** “Hey, you two.”
Ryou said, covering the mouthpiece of the phone with his hand. Bakura and
Yami both turned to him. “I deserve to
be addressed respectfully, Hikari!” Bakura protested. Ryou ignored his
comment and continued. “You want to
come to the arcade with us?” he asked. “Who’s ‘us’?”
Yami piped up in curiosity. “Erm, Malik,
Yuugi, Jounouchi, Anzu, and Mai. Honda didn’t feel like coming. Seto has some
business to do.” Ryou replied. “Oh, and Anzu challenges you, Yami Yuugi, to a
game of DDR.” “NANI?!?” Yami
yelled. “Koi, we’re going to the arcade.” “But _why_?”
Bakura whined. Yami glared at him, then his eyes
softened. “Because that
girl thinks she can beat Yuugiou!” “But—Yami!”
Bakura yelped as he was dragged out the door. “Bloody ego…” he muttered. Ryou
blinked as the duo walked out his front door. “…Demo, I
didn’t tell you which arcade we’re going to!” he yelled after them. Bakura
waved sadly at his hikari as he was towed away. Ryou just shook his head. “Those two are
so weird…” *** Jounouchi
stepped off the Dance Dance Revolution machine, grumbling complaints. Anzu
grinned and mock-bowed. “Who else wants to challenge me?” she said cheekily.
Jounouchi glared and stood next to Yuugi. “Damn it! How can she win
three times in a row against _me_?” he cursed. Anzu just smiled teasingly at
him. “You go, Anzu!”
Mai shouted. She winked at her girlfriend. “Well,
actually, Jounouchi-kun, you’re not exactly a DDR pro.” Yuugi commented
logically. “True.” Malik
added. He earned a glare from the blonde. “Anyone else up
for a defeat?” Anzu asked cheerfully, a grin on her face. Everyone either
shuddered or backed away. Except for Mai, of course. Anzu glanced at her.
“What about you, Mai-chan?” The female
duelist shook her head. She lifted her foot. “I’m wearing heels. Can’t dance
in these. Sorry, Anzu-chan.” Anzu pouted. Mai gave a squeak and covered her
eyes. “Not The Look! Don’t do that to me, Anzu!” Anzu stopped.
She glanced around the arcade, eyes quickly scanning the crowd. “Where are
Yami and Bakura, anyway? I thought you said they were coming, Ryou.” Ryou
sweatdropped. “Well, Yami got pissed—at your challenge—and dragged Bakura out
of the house. Where they are now, I have absolutely no idea.” Anzu sighed.
“Great.” She muttered. “Hey, isn’t
that them now?” Mai asked, violet eyes looking at someone in the crowd. Malik
glanced at where Mai was looking. “Yep. It’s them
for sure.” He confirmed. A moment later, Yami appeared with Bakura behind
him. He grinned proudly (Yami, not Bakura, of course). *** “Hey,
Shizuka-san!” Mokuba said cheerfully. Shizuka looked at him curiously. “You
want me to show you something?” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “It’s in
Nii-sama’s office, though.” “Are we
_allowed_ to go in there?” the auburn haired girl asked uncertainly. Mokuba
shrugged carelessly. “We’re not
supposed go in there, but that’s okay! It’s always nice to have a little
adventure, ne?” he replied. Shizuka grinned sneakily, something she rarely
did. “All right,
then.” The two snuck
out of Mokuba’s room, nervously looking around. As soon as the hall was
cleared, they ran softly to one of Seto’s home offices, Mokuba leading the
way. Once, two of the workers had walked by, complaining about how stuck-up
‘Seto-sama’ was. Shizuka had to pull Mokuba back to prevent him from tackling
the workers. But other than
that, nothing else happened. They reached the (huge!) office soon enough and
after a few strange turns and twists. Shizuka held her friend up while Mokuba
peeked through the tinted window on one of the doors. As soon as they made
sure that Seto wasn’t in it, Mokuba somehow unlocked it and they tiptoed in. The
black-haired boy looked around, something on Seto’s desk finally catching his
eye. They walked over, Shizuka still looking around unsurely. “Mokuba, aren’t
there security cameras in here?” Mokuba blinked.
Then he shook his head. “I think Nii-sama disabled the ones in this room
because he figured that nobody would be able to get past all the stuff he
puts on the door. Especially the one that activates the bees.” He cringed. “Oh.” “Shizuka-san!
Look.” He held up a silver pen with the words ‘Kaiba Seto’ engraved on the
side in fancy letters. “Ooh, can I
see?” Shizuka asked. Mokuba nodded and handed it to her. She turned and
looked at it. It certainly looked…fancy. “Sugoi…” “Yeah, isn’t
it? Now let’s see what else he has here…” Mokuba started to try to open the
drawers, though only succeeding in shocking himself. “Ow!” “Mokuba…look.” He turned to
look at Shizuka, who was reading a piece of paper that had been laid on
Seto’s desk. He took it out of her hands, scanning it with wide eyes. “…Nii-sama
couldn’t…but…” he stuttered. Shizuka looked incredibly worried. “I hope this
isn’t what it seems, Mokuba. I don’t think Seto-san is mean enough to do
that…” Mokuba’s eyes
darkened. “I don’t know.” Suddenly, the
door opened, revealing a pissed Seto. The door slammed behind him. “MOKUBA! What
are you doing in my office?!?” he demanded angrily, throwing his briefcase
down. Mokuba could have sworn that he heard thunder roar and lightning strike
outside. Or at least it seemed like it. He muttered one word before Seto
began to walk toward them. “Shit…” *** Honda tossed the remote
controller of his TV to the other side of the room angrily. It was something
that he did quite often. “There’s nothing good on…There’s _never_ anything
good on.” he complained to himself. He sighed and walked to
his room, picking up the controller and throwing it onto the couch while
doing so. He looked around the room, though he had already seen it a
countless number of times. Hell, he slept in it. It was a fairly
plain room with nothing special in it at all. A desk, a bed, a bookshelf, a
closet, and four walls…just what a normal (and boring) bedroom should have.
Though, on his desk, there were four framed photographs. There was one of
Yuugi, one of Jounouchi, one of Anzu…and one of Yami. Chapter
3: Revolutionary Mysteries Mokuba backed up, pulling Shizuka with him. Seto walked up to them.
“Mokuba…” he said dangerously. “Why are you in my office? And how the hell
did you get past all the security locks?” The black-haired youth wouldn’t look at his brother. “Nii-sama…I just wanted
to show Shizuka-san your new pen!” “What, the one that that
Minako bought me?” Seto asked. “Stupid secretary. I told her to buy a black
pen and she comes back with some crappy silver personalized pen. Sure, it’s a
good pen, but why couldn’t she just buy a black one? I mean, how hard is it
to find a black pen? Of course, I expect it to be a _good_ black pen, but
damn it, she still could’ve gotten me one.” He muttered to himself. “Yeah, that one.” Mokuba said, ignoring his brother’s rant. “Why couldn’t you just ask me if you wanted to see it?” Seto asked
sternly. Mokuba gulped. “I didn’t know when you would be home and I wanted to show Shizuka-san
before she left.” He answered uncertainly. Shizuka crossed her fingers and
hoped that they wouldn’t get in trouble. Seto’s glare faded. “Fine. I’ll let you off this time. Not because I’m nice, but because I
owe you, Shizuka, for helping Jou-chan and me patch
up our relationship a while ago. Now get out of my office, both of you.” The
CEO said, pointing his index finger at the door. Mokuba and Shizuka hurried out the aforementioned door and ran back to
the room they were previously in. Meaning Mokuba’s room. Shizuka panted. “Your nii-sama is scary, Mokuba.” She admitted. Mokuba grinned,
despite what had just happened. “Nah. That’s just his cover-up. On the inside, he wouldn’t hurt a
fly.” He answered. Right after he said that, a fly buzzed by both of their faces. And the
people who were hired to watch Mokuba on the security camera couldn’t
understand why both of them started cracking up. *** Yami laughed evilly as Anzu stepped off the DDR machine, looking just
the slightest bit dazed. “He-he-how…I-I’m the best—but he—out-danced…ME—”
Anzu was soon dragged out of the arcade by Mai, though the younger girl was
still babbling incoherent nonsense in shock. Yami smirked as the two left. “I am the undefeated Game King!” the past pharaoh cackled insanely. He
received several odd looks and raised eyebrows in response. “Anyone up for a
defeat?” He said, repeating Anzu’s previous words without knowing it. Just like before, mostly everyone backed away. Yami frowned cutely,
something that Bakura could never resist. “I’ll face you,
Oh-Mighty-Pharaoh-sama!” he said semi-bravely. He received a few odd looks
from the rest of the group and Yami raised an eyebrow. “…Oh-Mighty-Pharaoh-sama?” he asked. “Where the hell did that
come from?” Bakura shrugged nonchalantly. “Just a taunt I used against you in
Ancient Egypt.” “…Oh. Did it work?” “Nope.” “Uh, so are you two going to, like…DANCE?” Yuugi interrupted, speaking
of the others. “…Why would we do that?” Bakura asked in confusion. “Baka! DDR, hello? Dance Dance Revolution? Dance?” Malik said
in exasperation. “Okay, okay, calm down, Mr. Let’s Team Up and Kill the Pharaoh Because
I Have Cool Pants.” Bakura replied. “Do you really think that my pants are cool?” Malik looked down at his
khakis with a bewildered, yet strangely hopeful expression. “No, not really.” Bakura replied. Malik frowned. Yami stomped on the
corner of the machine in frustration. “Malik, would you quit exchanging conversation about your damn pants
with my koi and let him get up here?” he practically yelled. Malik snickered
softly. “Fine, fine, whatever, Oh-Mighty-Pharaoh-sama. Go on, do as you wish.” “Stop calling me that!” “JUST START THE DAMN SONG!” Bakura shouted, getting onto the DDR
machine grouchily. *** Seto sat down at his desk, frowning. The note on his desk had been
moved. Could it be…? Had Mokuba and Shizuka seen it? Oh, shit! I knew I shouldn’t have left it out in the open like this!
Now they know and if they’re smart, they’ll tell on me. Can’t let that
happen, I wouldn’t be able to live with the humiliation. Besides, it would
completely mess up the plan if anyone found out! No, it has to be kept a secret. And I’m going to do what I have to do
to restrain both Mokuba and Shizuka from telling anyone about this. About anything. He began to devise a plan in the back of his head. Kaiba Seto was very
good at forming plans. It was his specialty. He could always do it quickly
and that’s what made him such a good, strategic duelist. When he was in
crisis, he could easily think of a plan to get him out of the troubling
situation. He needed that talent now. Now, how could Mokuba and Shizuka be kept
quiet? He couldn’t make them mute or anything, because that would be going way
overboard. So what could he do? Tape their mouths shut with duct tape? Too immature and primitive. He
cringed. That would hurt. A lot. Lock them up in a closet for the
rest of their lives? Feed them a superfluous amount of food so that they’d
never be able to speak? Shove socks into their mouths? He raised an eyebrow to himself at the odd thoughts that were going
through his mind. Must be Jou. He’s probably poisoned my mind...somehow.
Don’t ask. He crossed his legs and intertwined his fingers. He laid his
head on his hands. So…what should he do? If the police somehow found out what he was doing, he could be
arrested. Him, Kaiba Seto, arrested? Not very good for his reputation. And
especially not good for his pride. Okay, go over the choices again… Tape mouths shut, lock them up, shove socks into
mouths—Hey! Lock them up? He stopped with his list to
dwell on that particular idea. Maybe not for the rest of their lives, but
just for a short amount of time until I complete The Plan. Then, I’ll let
them out and they can go tell anyone they’d like, and I won’t even give a
damn! He grinned. Good going, Seto. And now he’d revise it to make it perfect…Okay, I can’t lock them up
in a closet, because they’d run out of air. I wouldn’t want my own boyfriend
to come after my blood because I killed his sister with lack of oxygen.
So…I’ll lock them up in a room…in the mansion. Obviously. Now what room should it be? He thought for a moment. What room would be the most perfect to lock
them up in? Oh, of course! The…Locking-Up Room! It has everything, books,
magazines, air conditioning, food, beds, desks, sofas, and a bunch of other
stuff. Wow, I’m such a genius to have thought of this. *** “Stole my
heart on the dance floor No way,
can't leave no more What am I
supposed to do without you To make you
mine is all I wanna do Step by step
as I approach I say to
myself I need a coach I know you
can read my mind You're the
best that a man can find I'll be your
midnight blaze Brighter
than the moon and stars Guide you
through the cave of love I'm gonna
dance 'till the morning Take my
place to shine When you see
the light is not from me You
know it's too late.”
Yami danced with grace that rivaled even Anzu’s. Bakura wasn’t that
bad himself, although he started out a bit shaky. Yami shot Bakura a smiling
look out from the corner of his eye. Bakura didn’t see it, but someone else
did. Someone who was standing off to the side and watching with jealous
amethyst eyes. “All night
long you take the lead Stay with me
you're all I need Please make
this moment last Time is
running really fast Something
tells me you must go Why, I need
to know Do you think
we will meet again If not my
future'll never begin I'll be your
midnight blaze Brighter
than the moon and stars Guide you
through the cave of love I'm gonna
dance 'till the morning Take
my place to shine
When
you see the light—”
Bakura slipped suddenly and fell toward Yami, flailing his hands helplessly.
Luckily, Yami stopped and caught him just barely. Yami knelt down and held
Bakura in his arms with unexpected strength. “’Kura! Are you okay? What
happened there?” The thief winced. “Itai…I don’t know. I slipped on something…” The two spirits looked at
Bakura’s DDR platform. On the right arrow was a slip of paper folded in
thirds. Yami grabbed at it. He began to read it, but was interrupted by other
people eager to face each other at DDR. “Hey! Get out of the way!” “Yeah, we want to play!” Yami didn’t reply, but stuffed the note in his pocket and ran off with
Bakura in his arms. “Hey, guys.” Honda greeted from behind Yuugi-tachi. “Hello, Honda. Thought you weren’t coming?” Jounouchi asked,
half-curious. Honda shrugged nonchalantly. “Was bored, so decided to come after all. So, what just happened? Why
was Yami running out like a swarm of bees was chasing him?” Ryou shrugged in reply. “My yami slipped on something while he was
playing DDR. Yami Yuugi was probably just worried.” “Oh.” Honda said in reply. His hazel eyes glittered in triumph. “Ohh…” TBC |