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Alright, part three. I’m am sooooo so grateful to everyone who reviewed my stories. I never dreamed that I would get 60 reviews on S&S (I wasn’t planning on more than 3 chapters either…) Don’t worry if Yami Bakura starts getting a little emotional, it won’t last too long. Pretty soon he’ll be back to his old violent self (sort of) so bear with me for now.
By: Dai-onna
Bakura stood tentatively at the shoreline as he watched his two lovers playing in the water, never letting it splash higher than his ankles. Water made him uncomfortable, especially large quantities of it. He didn’t like things that he couldn’t control and the crashing waves were a prime example of something that was out of his hands. Curiously, he noted that the other two had stopped splashing and he saw Joey approaching him.
The blonde boy grinned at him roguishly.
“Come play with us.” He said, a delightful sparkle in his eyes. The invitation made Bakura want to laugh outright but, instead he just rolled his eyes, a quirk forming at the corner of his lips.
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
Joey seemed to give him a thoughtful look and for a moment he actually thought that the playful boy was going to drop the subject.
He should have known better.
He released a startled yelp when the blonde tugged sharply on his arm, sending him tumbling into the water.
He sputtered as he came up and shoved his sopping bangs out of his eyes. He scowled at Joey who took off like a shot, taking to the water like a dolphin. Normally he would have pursued but, being desert born and bred, aquatic mobility wasn’t something that he excelled at. Joey swam back over to Ryou who was trying to stifle his laughter and Bakura continued watching them, making a futile attempt to wring out his clothes, while sending Joey a look that promised pain later.
Still, the water did feel good and it was quickly growing warmer. With a grudging sigh of assent he pulled his shirt off and tossed it back to the sand, the wet garment doing him little good. He didn’t go in too far though.
He knew how to swim, being a thief one never knew what a quick getaway might entail and it would have been foolhardy of him not to take precautions. Still, he didn’t like doing it.
Instead he let the water lap around him as he watched the other two. He enjoyed seeing them together, the lack of clothing only making it better. Yami Bakura would be the first to admit that the two were amazing to look at, just not out loud.
Joey dove under the water and, to Bakura’s surprise, surfaced just inches in front of him. The blonde boy smiled at him brightly.
“Feeling particularly brave today?” Bakura asked, thought there was no real threat in his voice. For some reason, he wasn’t actually mad at his mischievous new lover. He didn’t have to know that though.
Joey’s smile never wavered.
“Maaaybe” He purred, drawing out the word while inching closer to the dark one.
Bakura raised his eyebrows a little when the blonde looped his arms around his neck but wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close. Joey made no other move, instead just watching him intently. He grew uncomfortable under the odd scrutiny.
“Was there something you wanted?” He demanded, irritated. Joey smiled at him coyly and his caramel eyes grew warm.
“Yeah.” He finally leaned in and kissed him and Bakura responded eagerly, once again on familiar territory. Something about Joey’s gaze unsettled him. He’d felt helpless under it and that was not something he was fond of. It forced him to think of things that he was not yet ready to face. But he could handle desire, welcomed it and the feel of the other’s mouth against his. He ran his hands over the other’s water-slick torso, delighting in the feel of the taut muscles quivering beneath his fingers. Joey moaned into his mouth and buried his fingers in his silky hair. He parted the other boy’s lips, taking what he wanted with no resistance.
Joey loved the feel of the dark boy conquering his mouth and he surrendered to him easily, holding him close. When he’d been looking at Bakura seconds ago, the fiend’s hair, normally spiky and wild, hanging limply around his face and a softened look in his chocolate colored eyes, he’d been startled by just how similar he’d looked to Ryou and he knew he hadn’t been imagining it when, for a brief instant he saw vulnerability in his expression. It had startled him and he was curious—no—desperate to learn just what went on inside his head.
He moaned in appreciation when Bakura’s hands slid down over his thighs but, the next thing he knew, his legs had pulled out from under him and he was sitting on his butt in the water. Bakura just smirked down at him with an expression that said: ‘You didn’t really think I wasn’t gonna make you pay, did you?’
Joey scowled at him through his bangs and it only seemed to increase the smug look on the other’s face.
Ryou, who was laughing at their antics, came over to help Joey up but a meaningful look passed between the blonde and the fiend and soon Ryou found him down in the water as well, scowling at his two lovers who were laughing deeply.
The rest of the day past with similar events and Joey couldn’t believe just how easily the three of them got along together. There was little or no awkwardness between them no matter what they did. Even when late afternoon found Joey pinned to the hot sand by a very intent Yami or when they had returned to town when he and Ryou had had dinner in a fast food restaurant there had been no hesitation before touches or lack of lingering glances between them. It was very late before Joey reluctantly parted from the two pale-haired boy with two kisses that left his lips tingling, his palms itching and his body in an increasingly uncomfortable situation. Needless to say that sleep didn’t come easily for him that night.
The next two weeks flew by in a startling haze for Joey. Yugi had cornered him and he was forced to spill his guts about his new relationship but the smaller by had blown him away by confidentially telling him about his and Yami’s relationship with Kaiba. To say that he was startled was a bit of an understatement. But it would be obvious to a blind man just how happy Yugi was so Joey figured that the young billionaire must be doing something right.
As for his own relationship, well, as of late he’d been spending more time at Ryou’s house than his own. He just couldn’t seem to get enough of the two. And it wasn’t just the sex, though he couldn’t deny that it was incredible, he loved just spending time with them. Talking, or in Bakura’s case arguing, with them or playing around or just relaxing quietly. A small smile formed on his lips.
‘I think I’m falling in love with them.’ He thought, dazed.
He was sitting on a bench at the playground of the park musing silently when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. Recognizing the feel of them instantly he sighed happily and leaned back into Ryou’s embrace.
He tilted his head back to stare up into large brown eyes and his smile widened when Ryou leaned down and planted a kiss on his nose. Joey leaned back into Ryou’s arms sighing with a smile. He placed his hands over the ones that were around his waist. For a moment they just stayed like that, basking in each other’s company. Joey felt his smile turn into a grin when the form behind him grew firmer and the hands around his waist slipped deftly under his shirt. He nearly purred when lips attached themselves to his neck.
“Bakura,” He said trying to keep his voice steady. “There are children around.” He felt the dark other laugh against his captive skin.
“So, let them learn something.” Joey couldn’t help his own laughter that escaped.
“I don’t think their parents would be so appreciative when they go home talking about the two boys cuddling in the park.”
Bakura sneered at the term, cuddling not being something he wanted to be associated with but still didn’t surrender the blonde’s neck until a child came over and he felt Joey’s elbow jab him sharply in the stomach.
Joey smiled down brightly at the scruffy looking boy holding a cheap plastic baseball bat and ball, Bakura wanted to throttle him.
“Hey mister,” The boy piped up, his voice instantly grating on Bakura’s nerves. “Will you come toss the ball for us mister?” Bakura gave Joey a warning scowl, silently willing him to ignore the little brat. Joey of course just ignored him instead and nodded pulling away from Bakura and following the brat over to his friends.
With and agitated huff he went over plopped down on one of the swings. He kicked at the dirt beneath his feet, looking much like a pouting child as he watched them.
He sighed as Ryou appeared and sat down on the swing next to him.
His light half seemed to study him thoughtfully until Bakura finally released an agitated growl.
“Dammit, he’s supposed to be spending time with us, not running off to play with little infantile delinquents.” He fumed. Ryou just smiled softly, following the direction of his gaze. Joey was crouched down, nearly standing on his knees, tossing a ball to little kids who were doing a pitiful attempt at trying to hit it.
Sympathetically, Ryou looked back at his Yami.
“Yeah, but that’s Joey for you. An infantile delinquent at heart.” As hoped, a small quirk formed at the corner of the other’s lips.
“Yeah, … But I still don’t like it.”
A heavy silence hung between them before Ryou finally broke it by thoroughly startling his Yami.
“You’re in love with him.”
Yami Bakura stared at his softer half in shock. He opened and closed his mouth a couple times unable to form words.
Finally he managed a stuttered: “What in the name of Ra ever gave you that idea?”
Ryou smiled softly at his other’s flustered appearance.
“Because, you haven’t killed me for falling in love with him.”
Yami Bakura found himself unable to say anything to that so he turned his head away, silently putting an end to the discussion. Unfortunately that put his gaze directly back on a certain blonde. Joey looked adorable laughing and playing around with the little kids and the sight made him want to smile.
And that made him angry.
He didn’t want to love anyone. Hadn’t he sworn to himself that he never would, that he wouldn’t let himself? He didn’t want or need that kind of weakness hindering him. And now, here he was, helpless when it came to these two.
With a muttered curse he went back to his soul room to brood in peace.
Ryou continued to watch Joey playing around until finally he came back over to him. Joey looked around curiously and Ryou shook his head, tapping the ring slightly. Disappointment flickered in the other’s eyes and Ryou smiled a little.
“I think you hurt his feelings.” He explained softly. Joey looked confused for a moment but then his eyes widened slightly when he understood and guilt instantly filled them. The blonde reached out and put his hind on the ring and stroked his fingers over it lightly.
“I’ll have to make it up to him.” He murmured softly. Ryou nodded and smiled up at him intently.
“How about making it up to me too? My Yami wasn’t the only one who wanted to spend time with you.”
Joey smiled, his eyes heated, and tilted Ryou chin up so that he could meet his gaze. He nearly lost himself in Joey’s caramel-colored eyes. He could see the affection in them clearly and he wondered if maybe he had become as serious about them as they had about him.
Thoughts fled his mind completely as Joey’s lips came down on his. He moaned appreciatively into them and parted his to permit entrance to the blonde’s questing tongue. His fisted his hands into the material of Joey’s shirt and held him close, loving the now familiar sensations of the other’s mouth on his.
Finally they pulled away for air. Joey smiled down at him and Ryou nearly groaned aloud as his tongue darted out over his lips.
Joey extended his hand to help Ryou up and the other took it. A glance at the sky showed the sun beginning to set.
Hand in hand, they walked back to Ryou’s house. His dad had come and gone over the past two weeks and Ryou had yet to tell him about the situation with Joey. He knew his dad wouldn’t mind. He just didn’t actually know how to say it to him.
When they got to his house Joey didn’t hesitate to follow him inside. With a devious thought he surrendered control of his body to his Yami.
Joey, who was unaware of the change; was caught off guard when he was slammed up against a wall and there was suddenly a mouth conquering his. He had grown accustomed to such events though he was still sometimes startled by the ferocity of the other boy’s passion, as well as that of his own.
He fisted his hands in the fiend’s spiked hair and pulled him close and fought for dominance, refusing to yield to him. Then he changed his mind, recalling how he’d upset the other earlier, and he submitted to him, allowing him all control. The dark one was surprised but pleased. He gentled his kiss slightly, slowing down to savor the taste of the boy in his arms. Joey shivered as Bakura’s hands slid down his sides then up under his shirt, stroking over his flushed skin. He gasped into Bakura’s mouth as the fiends blunt nails raked roughly over his unprotected flesh.
Finally Bakura relinquished his mouth, allowing him to breathe, and bent down to claim his neck.
The pale-haired boy quickly recoiled, crinkling his nose in distaste.
“You smell.” He accused.
Joey knew he probably had no way to deny the remark. The days had steadily grown warmer and he’d worked up a good sweat while playing with those kinds in the park, as well as acquired a fine coating of dirt. He shrugged with a slight sheepish grin and the fiend shook his head and dragged him down the hall towards the bathroom.
Ooh, shower with Bakura. That was something he’d yet to try. The possibilities ran through his mind and soon he was dragging the Bakura instead of the other way around. With a look back he saw that the expression on the other’s face was a mix somewhere between amused and irritated.
So hot.
Once they were in the bathroom, Bakura didn’t even bother to shut the door. Instead he tore the clothes from the blonde’s body, barely taking the time to remove his own, and turned the shower on, shoving Joey under the spray, not even checking to see if it was warm.
Joey’s startled yelp and his aggravated glare confirmed that it wasn’t and he waited until it reached a comfortable temperature before joining the blonde. He grabbed the soap from the dish, lathering his hands generously and began to scrub at the other’s body, cleaning him while still managing to torment him with lingering strokes that seemed to be everywhere but where he wanted them. A growl rose in Joey’s throat, frustrated at being teased but allowed the dark one to have his fun. When he was nearly shaking from tension Bakura deemed him soaped up enough and shoved him rudely under the warm spray, letting the water rinse the suds from him, watching them slide over his form with mild envy.
With a satisfied smirk, Bakura pressed Joey against the cool, tiled wall of the shower and continued the scene that had been playing out by the front door.
Joey gasped as his mouth came down on his neck, biting hard. He swallowed deeply as his lover licked soothingly over the bitten spot, sending a whole wave of sensations flooding him. He clasped onto the other boys thighs, pulling him close, indicating what he wanted. He was pleased to find that the other was just as eager as he. Bakura ground his hips against him and he had to bite back a moan. When the platinum-haired one repeated his actions Joey dug his fingers into the flesh of the fiends hips, pulling him even closer, seeking more contact, more friction. Yami Bakura slipped a hand down between them, grasping him, stroking him with a slowly torturous pace causing a shuddered moan to escape the blonde’s lips.
Joey knew that his lover was teasing him and he hated it. He hated the other’s calm, unwavering control. He wanted to tear it from him, leave him panting and wanting and he wanted to be the one who set the pace, having the other at his mercy. He let his hand stroke softly over the other’s hip and then down over the back of his thigh and over his ass, lightly caressing and seemingly urging, carefully disguising his true intentions.
Yami Bakura’s eyes went wide when he felt a water-slick finger rudely enter him from behind. He gasped at little at the intrusion and turned his eyes sharply on the blonde in his arms. Joey’s gaze was dark and hungry almost daring him to offer protest. He shivered at the feral look and then a startled sound emerged from his throat when he felt the finger inside of him moving, searching and then he bit down fiercely on his lip when it found what it was looking for. He buried his face in the other’s shoulder and bit down hard on the unsuspecting flesh once again. His hand that was still clasped around Joey pumped harder and the blonde had to fight no to cry out from it.
Bakura bit down harder when a second finger filled him. He knew what Joey wanted, it was obvious, but he was struggling with an internal debate on whether to give it to him. He had never allowed anyone to take him that way before, and had never intended to. But Joey’s fingers inside of him were doing incredible things to his body and that combined with his already raging desire was enough for him to want to throw pride and dominance out the window and give himself to the other. Joey’s mouth was at his ear, nipping softly at the lobe, his warm breath washing over Bakura’s neck before he whispered to him huskily.
“I want you.” The need in his words was clear and Bakura felt little tremors run through his body at the deep tone of his voice.
He clung tightly to the blonde boy, making a futile effort to speak around his rampant breathing.
“Not here.” He gasped, going dizzy from the new sensations and trying to remain standing upright while his knees threatened to buckle beneath him. “Bed.”
A deep-seeded part of him raged, demanding to know what he was thinking, giving himself to another that way, opening himself up to all the dangers that he’d hid from for so very long.
Joey murmured in assent and pulled away from him. Bakura nearly moaned at the loss of contact and prayed that Joey would hurry, before he changed his mind. Thankfully, someone up there must have been listening to him because the blonde reached out to shut off the shower and dragged him, wet, out of the bathroom and shoved him back onto the bed before climbing on top of him, settling directly over his thighs. Bakura felt his exhilaration rise at the rough treatment and the yearning for more was conveyed clearly in his narrow, chocolate eyes. Joey smirked at him and reached for something. When Bakura saw what it was his eyes went wide. One of Ryou’s belts that Bakura had used to tie Joey’s hands together the other day. It seemed that the blonde wanted a bit of retribution. He returned Joey’s smirk and lifted his hands up over his head. If Joey was surprised by his compliance he didn’t show it as he leaned forward to bind his wrists to the bars of the headboard. Instead of pulling back once he was done, Joey lingered over him, His face a few inches from Bakura’s and his hands running languorously over his chest. Bakura growled under his teasing touch and leaned upwards to claim Joey’s lips in a searing kiss. When he pulled away he gave the warning look.
“I’m in no mood for teasing anymore.” He said, his voice dangerously low. “At this moment I’m so hot I feel like I’m about to combust so you damn well better do something about it now.” He warned him. Joey nodded, a slightly smug expression in his eyes and slid a hand down between him to quickly prepare the other. Bakura drew his knees up and lifted his hips a little to give him better access. Joey pressed his two fingers into him and Bakura moaned, taking a masochistic delight from the pain. His fingers scissored and stretched him and Bakura growled at him to get on with it. Need threatened to consume him and he silently begged the blonde to do something about the painful desire that thrummed throughout his body. Then Joey’s fingers were gone from inside of him only to be replaced with something larger. His breath lodged in his throat as his blonde lover pressed into him. Pain and pleasure warred out inside of him and he lost himself in both as he dug his fingernails deep into Joey’s shoulder, ripping the flesh.
His eyes nearly rolled back into his head as Joey began thrusting into him. Gods, was this what it felt like whenever he took one of his lovers? It was a wonder they didn’t go mad from the sheer enormity of it. He clung to the other boy, untamed sounds escaping his throat. He rocked his hips against the blonde, meeting his rhythm and taking him deeper, causing the, both to cry out from the feeling. He locked his legs around Joey’s waist, holding him close, taking in the complete feel of having his blonde lover inside of him.
With one deep, well placed thrust, Bakura’s vision went completely white and cried out his release, pulling the other deeper into him as he did so. Dimly he was aware of Joey following him over the edge. The blonde collapsed on top of him, weakly reaching up to unbind his wrists before rolling off of him.
Bakura curled into the other’s embrace and let his warmth seep into him. He laid there still for an undeterminable time, letting everything that had just happened mull over in his mind. Everything was falling apart, all the walls he spent years erecting around himself, and the promises he’d made to himself. The feelings that he’d blocked off. It was all crumbling around him and there was little he could do about it.
“I won’t, I wont ever be hurt like that… no one will ever hurt me. I won’t let them.” He could still here his seven-year-old voice clear in his mind, despite the passed centuries and he wondered if hadn’t just been deluding himself the whole time.
A sob rose in his throat and he choked on it, startled and mortified by it. He hadn’t cried once since that day. Hadn’t allowed himself too. Was this yet another vow that he’d broken?
Another sob rose and this time he was less successful at suppressing it. He felt a telltale wetness on his cheeks and gave up on trying to hold back the floodgates. He cried silently for the first time in five thousand years and he wondered desperately why everything had come crashing down around him.
Joey held as still as possible, trying not to belay his surprise as he felt the fiend in his arms weeping. His first instinct was to pull the other closer and try to console him but he knew that wasn’t a good idea with Yami Bakura. So he stayed still, pretending to be asleep, deep into the night until the darker one finally wore himself out and fell asleep.
In his soul room, Ryou was just as disturbed by what had taken place as Joey. He’d never seen his Yami break down like that and the sight had scared him. Wondering what it had taken to hurt his dark half so much.
The next day had found both Ryou and Joey late for school. This was nothing particularly new to Joey but it was clear that it wasn’t something that his pale-haired love was fond of. By some silent, unspoken agreement, they had decided not to bring up what had happened the previous night. They both knew that Yami Bakura had a secretive past and it wasn’t something that he would tell them about easily, if at all; so they thought it best not to press him about it.
They continued on the next few days pretending like nothing had happened because; for the most part that’s what Bakura had done. He had distanced himself from them some but thankfully he hadn’t pulled away entirely.
Ryou sighed to himself softly as he fixed himself breakfast. His Yami seemed to have lost something about himself, a certain spark and it was getting painful for Ryou to see him that way. His eyes had begun to seem dull and listless and he hardly spoke, never making any insulting cracks or witty comebacks to Joey’s prodding. He was startled sometimes to find that he wanted to throttle the dark one until he showed some sign of life.
Ryou laughed softly to himself, realizing how insane he was to actually wish that his Yami would hit him. Those days seemed forgotten and Ryou smiled to himself as he thought back to how it had happened.
He and his Yami had been having an argument, as usual. Actually it hadn’t even been an argument, just a one-sided verbal, and slightly physical, bashing on Bakura’s part about how weak he was. Ryou had just stood there, taking it with his head lowered until finally he snapped and the next thing that he knew, his knuckles had hurt and his Yami had been sitting on the floor holding his jaw that had begun changing colors. Ryou had gone completely pale, certain that he was about to die. But, to his surprise, Bakura’s startled look had faded, not into anger but into amusement. Sitting on his butt on the kitchen floor, holding his cheek, the platinum-haired fiend had started laughing his head off.
Ryou hadn’t been certain whether that was better or worse. He had begun to back away from the maniacal boy when his wrist had been grabbed and he’d been pulled onto the floor as well, with a pair of firm lips pressed against his. He’d been so startled by the action that it had taken nearly five minutes for him to actually start to responding to the kiss. He’d always craved his Yami’s attention, his affection, and his feelings for the fiend hadn’t taken long to turn into love.
His Yami hadn’t hit him once since that day, though he did still call him weak fairly frequently.
He was snapped out of his reverie, startled, when the phone rang. He looked at the offending device in surprise. He was often up early; he liked to be prepared well before school started but not many people knew that and he wondered who could be calling so early.
Curiously, he answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Ryou?” Ryou’s eyes went wide when he heard Joey’s voice on the other end of the line. Joey was rarely up half an hour before school started but he had a good two hours before he even had to leave.
“Joey, what is it? Why are you even up yet?”
He heard the other’s soft laughter.
“It’s nothing really, but could you come over before school?”
Ryou’s brow nit in confusion.
“Um, sure.”
“Great, the door’s unlocked so you can just let yourself in.”
“Okay… I’ll be over in a little bit.”
Ryou looked around the apartment curiously, not seeing anyone. He’d been here once or twice before so he knew his way around enough to find Joey’s room without any trouble. He saw the blonde sitting upright in his bed and was about to say something to him when he took a closer look at him.
“Joey! What’s wrong?” Ryou asked startled at seeing his lover covered in red splotches. The blonde looked up at him sheepishly.
“Heh, chicken pox.” He said simply. Ryou blinked in surprise and then laughed a little.
“You’ve never had them before?” Joey shook his head.
“I think I got it from one of those kids I was messin’ around with at the park the other day.” He explained. Ryou looked at him sympathetically while ignoring what his Yami had to say about ‘annoying kids not keeping their germs to themselves.’ He smiled down at his ailing boyfriend.
“Is there anything I can get you?” He asked, stroking his cool hand over Joey’s flushed face. The blonde practically purred and leaned into the contact.
“Nah, I’ve been taking some aspirin. I should be fine in a week or two. I just like having you here.” Ryou felt his heart swell at the comment and he noticed that his Yami had gone suspiciously quiet. He leaned in to place a soft kiss on the blonde’s lips.
“Do you want me to bring you your homework while you’re out?” Joey winced but the smile never left his face.
“Yeah thanks.” He murmured softly, still leaning into Ryou’s cool hand. It felt really good to have it against his fevered skin; almost as good as it felt having him there beside him. He looked up at the platinum-haired boy intently.
“I love you.”
Ryou blinked in surprise, startled by the sudden declaration. A bright smile bloomed on his face and he leaned in to kiss the other boy again. When he pulled away it was only a hairsbreadth distance.
“Boku mo suki dai yo.” The softly whispered return made Joey’s heart beat faster. They sat there in silence just enjoying each other’s company until Ryou finally left for school.
Joey spent the day in bed, particularly bored out of his mind. It was all he could do not to scratch at the angry red splotches that littered his body. With a sigh he looked at the clock and reached over to the nightstand to retrieve the aspirin bottle. He swallowed the pills and some water before leaning back against his pillow.
He wished that Ryou or Bakura was there with him, someone to keep him company. Certainly, Bakura’s bedside manner left something to be desired. But he didn’t care. He loved them both and loved being with them. He was still worried about the dark fiend. He’d barely spoken to him since the other night and Joey couldn’t help but be concerned. One of things that he’d never expected to see in his life was Bakura breaking down into tears and he wanted to know what it was that plagued him so.
He let his eyes slide shut.
The small, white-haired boy stood completely motionless as he stared down at the two prone figures on the ground. Both people were covered in blood and the small child stared down at them in shock.
“Mama? Mama, wake up. Mama!!!!” The small boy fell to his
knees beside the prone woman, unconcerned with the blood seeping into his pale
clothing. He pulled the woman’s head to his chest, cradling it with his small
hands, calling out to her over and over. His eyes were wide and glazed over,
almost as if he couldn’t even see anything in front of him except the woman he
held close. A pained scream was torn from the boy’s throat before he broke down
into a fit of furious sobs…
Joey’s eyes shot open wide and he was breathing deeply, sweat trailing down his face. His hands were clenched tightly into the sheets.
“What the hell was that?”
~~Owari~~’
Well, umm….Yeah.
Yami B: That’s a good question, What the hell was that?!!!
Dai-na: That, Bakura, my dear, is the beginning of a strange and unusual and yet incredibly clichéd story line.
Yami B: Don’t call me that (shudder)
Dai-na: Don’t worry, in the next part of S&S you’ll get to see Yugi’s conversation with Joey about their new relationships. Don’t know when I’ll get it out though…. I’ll try not to make you wait too long for the next part of this but it seems to be a really slow moving story.
Well,
Ja ne
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