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This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh When the Sun Goes Down Chapter 1: When the Sun Goes Down Malik sighed; spring break was almost over, and it was almost time for his week with Ryou to end. Looking back inside their room at the figure sleeping on the bed, he had to smile. "Ryou looks so innocent," he thought. The Coke in his right hand had already made his hand cold, and the Egyptian sand slid through his toes. The gang had all taken a trip to Egypt for spring break; so far, he and Ryou were lucky. No one had discovered their secret, the secret of their relationship. As he gazed out at the sun, he hummed a tune: Sun-tanned toes tickling the sand, Cold drink chilling in my right hand, Watching you sleep in the evening light, Resting up for a long, long night. "Malik! I can't dance! At least, not how people should!" Ryou exclaimed. Malik turned and raised an eyebrow at him. Ryou turned a lovely shade of pink after realizing what he had just said. "I... well... I mean..." "And what kind of dancing do you know that people should not?" Malik questioned. "Have you ever seen the movie Dirty Dancing?" Ryou asked quietly, keeping his eyes on the floor. "What?!" Malik laughed. Ryou turned even pinker and shifted on his feet. Malik smiled at his nervousness. "Don't worry so much, people do all kinds of dances at this place. Besides, I'd love to see your moves," Malik said with a wink. Ryou looked up and smiled. "You're on!" he replied. As they walked, Malik sang: Cause when the sun goes down, we'll be groovin, When the sun goes down, we'll be feeling alright, When the sun sinks down over the water, Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down. "Come on, Ryou! Let's go out! We only have so long for summer break," Malik urged. Ryou looked a little doubtful, but then, with a pouty look from Malik, he smiled and nodded. "Yay!" Malik exclaimed. "Let me just go tell Bakura that I'm leaving," Ryou told him, turning to go back into the house. "Where does he want you to go?" Bakura questioned. "Shopping," Ryou answered. Bakura gave him a look as if he knew something, but then sighed, seeing no answers in Ryou's light eyes. "Alright. Be back before midnight," he said. Ryou smiled and gave him a hug before grabbing his jacket and running out to join Malik on his motorcycle. "Something is going on between those two... but what is it?" Bakura asked himself, watching them leave. As they walked through the mall, Malik asked, "So, where were you when I called earlier?" Ryou explained, "In the backyard, sleeping. Bakura bought a hammock, and I was trying not to kill myself in it. You know those things should be registered as legal weapons? Finally, I don't know when, but I fell asleep." Malik chuckled with a wink, "Yeah, after last night, you needed your rest." Ryou turned a dark shade of pink before slapping his arm. "You shouldn't talk about that in public!" he hissed. Malik only smiled and gave him another wink. As they spent the day together, Malik hummed: All day long, just taking it easy, Layin' in the hammock where it's nice and breezy, Sleepin' off the night before, Cause when the sun goes down, we'll be back for more. Ryou walked into Malik's apartment; he hadn't even heard the door close when Malik's mouth attacked his neck. His knees buckled under the sensation, and he moaned. "Malik..." he whispered, turning around. His lover's eyes were glazed over with lust, and he had to smile. "Ryou... I need you now..." Malik replied. "It's hot in here, Malik," Ryou told him. "Yeah... let's make it hotter," Malik answered. As the sun set, Malik sang: When the sun goes down, we'll be groovin, When the sun goes down, we'll be feeling alright, When the sun sinks down over the water, Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down. Malik pulled Ryou out onto the dance floor; those around them quickly saw their moves and talent and started copying them. Before long, everyone in the club was doing what they were doing to the fast guitar. This club happened to be outside, and a full moon shone down on all the dancers. As they danced, Malik sang: This old guitar and my dark sunglasses, This sweet concoction is smooth as molasses, Nothing to do but breathe all day, Until the big moon rises, and it's time to play. "Are you sure this is where you heard Malik say they would be?" Bakura asked as he and Marik stepped out of the car. "Yeah, why?" Marik questioned. "Well, this just doesn't seem like the kind of place Ryou would come... Malik or no," Bakura answered as they showed their ID's to get in. Marik only shrugged as they entered the body-pressed nightclub. Salsa, Maranga, and other fast-paced music met their ears. It took them a moment to realize that all the people in the club were doing some very "dirty" dancing, and they were doing it all around two people. Marik's jaw dropped, and Bakura's eyes blazed as he saw the position his little light was in. Ryou had his legs wrapped around Malik's waist; his hands were in his hair as Malik shook them down to the floor. Both were drenched in sweat but didn't seem to notice. After some pushing and shoving, the Yami's made their way into the center where Malik and Ryou were dancing. Just as Malik brought them back up once again, Bakura tapped Ryou's shoulder. Ryou turned, and his eyes widened. "Um... hi... Bakura..." he stammered.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh When You Smile Chapter 1: When You Smile Just in case you're not familiar with Yu-Gi-Oh!, I'll mention here that Seto and Mokuba together is considered incest. Cute, adorable, cuddly incest, but incest nonetheless. So, don't read this if you don't like or can't open your mind to the idea. And don't flame me either, because it would benefit neither you nor me. When they say those sorts of things, when they whisper amongst themselves and glance our way, it makes me angry. I couldn't help but let it get under my skin, and I'll glare at them, my blood boiling. I'll glance up at you, our fingers intertwined. You'll smile down at me gently, but I'll see the harsh light in your eyes, and your expression will always change to glare at them too. I feel your anger, barely hidden as it is. You'll grit your teeth a little, and I'll know it's my cue. I'll squeeze your hand and smile up at you again. "Let's go home, nii-sama." But I know it hurts you. You're human too, and though they're just words, they've been repeated so many times that you're struggling to believe they're not true. When you frown, with that distant look, I just want to wash all the hurt away. I want you to forget everything except me, except us. I want to wrap you in my arms, or at least hold your hand in mine. My arms are too short to reach around you still, and my hands are a lot smaller than yours, but I'll grow. And I'll be as tall as you, nii-sama. I'm not sure anymore how I confessed it to you. You might have been sitting in your office, staring towards the skyline, thinking of our past, or perhaps you were leaning against the kitchen counters, a mug of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other. It might have been a Sunday or a Monday. I remember I was scared, thinking you might scold me or tease me, but I realized that no matter the question or the answer, nii-sama would never do that because you love me. I know you do, because you'll lift me up onto your lap and wrap your arms around me. And even when I'm annoyed with you, and I'm trudging home in the rain to prove my point to you, you'll play along with me and dry my hair with a towel. You'll pretend to buy the act, though I know you'll always give it away. When you smile at me, your blue eyes twinkling just like they always used to, my breath will catch in my throat, and I'll see the wheels in your head turning. You'll smile that mischievous smile and pick me up. You'll carry me slowly, ignoring my giggles and protests, and try to turn the handle on the door with one hand, but you always give up in the end, and I'll wrap my hand around and turn it for you instead. You'll thank me for it later, trying not to laugh as my fingers dance across your skin. And then you'll forget that the door is still wide open and that the curtains are too, because you'll run your fingers through my hair and give me that look. Sometimes it's a little dark, and I'll reach out to touch your face, but I'll know it's passed when your eyes meet mine. I love the way they sparkle, bright and blue and as beautiful as ever. At first, I didn't know what this feeling was, that strange feeling like a fluttering in my stomach whenever you would hug me. Sometimes I'm not sure anymore how much I could take before my heart would break. Sometimes I think I love you too much, that by loving you, I'm slowly stepping further up a ladder, further away from the ground and into something that doesn't quite exist. But then I remember, I remember that I can never love you too much, that no matter what anyone else thinks or says, you'll always be my nii-sama. You'll always be there for me, to plaster my knees and turn my socks the right way out, to wrap your arms around me at night and to tuck me in at night, though we both know I'll always end up in your bed. I'll always love you, nii-sama. And you'll always love me. I know it because. But you won't be there. Because you never are. I'll pull the covers closer and wrap the blanket around me as I step out of the bed. We've never had sides, because it was your bed to begin with, but as I take a step closer to the window, I realize that in some ways, you and I have always had sides anyway. You're always on the outside, and I'm on the inside. I've never stepped out of the boundaries you set, and perhaps I never will. I'll walk back to the bed instead, and slip my toes back under the covers, taking with me the dark blue blankets. I'll slip underneath them and curl up, and I'll wait here for you to find me. Sometimes it feels as though I'll be waiting endlessly. I'm not sure where the loneliness begins or ends, and I lose myself in it. But it's okay, because I know you won't make me wait too long. Please, please don't make me wait, nii-sama. Please leave a review. This story is supposed to be bittersweet, by the way; I just thought I would mention that. I'll leave it to you to decide whether Mokuba's view is entirely accurate or whether he's seeing the world in shades of pink – and yes, I did resort to first person again, because when I started typing, it was just what came out.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh Chapter 1: Why This is a sequel to "Reason." Enjoy. "You're an idiot," Alister said to Valon as the Australian packed some of his things into his motorcycle. Dartz was sending the swordsmen out again to their targets. Raphael was already gone, and Alister was already in his pilot uniform. He was heading to the port, where Seto Kaiba would be taking his private jet, and Alister wanted the opportunity to get his soul once and for all. Valon, on the other hand, would be in the Rocky Mountains in San Francisco until the time was right to strike. "Why would that be?" Valon said, stopping his packing and looking at Alister with his arms crossed. "You're risking your life over something incredibly trivial. You're willing to die for someone who obviously hates your guts," Alister replied. "She doesn't hate me, Alister," Valon said coolly. Alister sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Valon, she doesn't care about anyone but herself. And she made it one hundred percent clear to you that she doesn't like you and that she wants to take down Wheeler on her own." Valon continued to look at Alister with his baby blue eyes, which were cold as steel. "And I can't let her do that, mate. Mai's going to get herself hurt if she duels Wheeler herself," Valon said, looking at his hand before clenching it. "You don't know anything about the hell she went through," Valon seethed. "I saw it, Alister. Since Mai was born, she was alone, just like me. And every bloke she meets only sees her as a sex object, never appreciating her as the beautiful, intelligent, and talented duelist she is." His fist clenched to the point of drawing blood. "And Wheeler!" Valon laughed bitterly as he said the name. "He made things worse." Alister raised an eyebrow at the brunette. "Are you sure this isn't just because you're jealous that Mai was his friend, Valon?" Alister went wide-eyed and was startled as he saw Valon glare coldly at the redhead. "After that incident, I will call him anything but Mai's friend," Valon growled. "I used the Orichalcos stone, and it showed me the tough times Mai went through before we met. She was happy before, when she was with Wheeler, because he was the first guy who didn't hit on Mai and was her first friend." Valon relaxed his clenched hand, and blood began to spill, dripping onto the pavement. "Then he proved to me and Mai that he was like all the other deadbeat men in her life. After Battle City, and she was having those horrible nightmares about being in that hell, she went to find Wheeler, but he was nowhere to be found. She told me one time that he never called her, and she gave him her number. Do you have any idea how pissed off I was when I found out?" Alister was shocked by Valon's actions. He had never seen the twenty-four-year-old behave like this. Valon was usually cheerful and annoying, but when it came to Mai, he changed. "The last time she was dueling him, she was having a mental breakdown because Wheeler was reminding her of that awful place, and how he made her feel like a failure, like she had to be the best or else she would go back there," Valon said, looking at his bloody hand. "And he reminded her that he wasn't there for her when she needed him, didn't comfort her, support her... nothing." "Like no one did for you, Valon?" Alister asked. Alister understood what Valon meant. He knew of the Australian's tough childhood, how Valon was abandoned as a small child and left on the streets to fend for himself. No one was there to defend him or protect him from the cruel world. Valon had to protect himself his entire life, even after he went to prison, he still fought for survival. Valon looked at Alister with determination. "All my life, it was me against everybody. I only cared about myself, since no one else did. But after meeting Mai, that changed. She's just like me, seen as worthless to everyone, like I was. No one was there for her. That was the first time I really, truly loved anyone, the first time I didn't care about myself for once." "Are you sure that it's not just because she reminds you of yourself, and you just want to protect her to ease the pain that everyone ignored you and would have just left you there to die?" Alister said. "Like a psychological need of actually thinking you had someone who cared for you? Like filling the void of the love and security you were denied." Valon didn't answer. Alister saw Valon lost in thought, which surprised the redhead, considering Valon wasn't the type to think before he acted. Valon walked over to his motorcycle and started the engine. He looked up and answered Alister. "I did want someone to be there for me, Alister. But given my luck, it was pretty much a fairy tale, since I didn't get my happy ending." Valon put on his goggles and helmet. "But Mai deserves better than the sad life she had, and when Joey Wheeler is finally out of her life for good, Mai will have a brand new life. My only hope is that I get to be part of it." Valon took his leave on his bike. Alister looked at the Australian disappearing into the distance. "It is true... love does make you do stupid things."

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh Ya'aburnee Chapter 1: Ya'aburnee Major thanks to Shamise for beta reading this for me. Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh! "Welcome to Domino Central Hospital, how may I help you?" Atemu stared blankly at the smiling nurse sitting at the desk before him, wondering how he had even managed to get himself to the hospital in the state he was in. The last thing he remembered was receiving a phone call while working at his office, and the next thing he knew, he was standing in the hospital lobby. "I'm looking for Yugi Bekhit; do you know what room he is in?" Atemu responded after a few seconds of heavy silence. His voice held no emotion, and his face retained its blank expression as he waited while the nurse tapped at the keyboard sitting in front of her. "Bekhit...Bekhit...Ah! Yugi Bekhit. It looks like he just got out of surgery and is now in recovery. Room 224, though he probably won't be awake yet." Atemu thanked the nurse and walked stiffly down the hall to the elevators. Once the doors closed shut with a 'ping,' Atemu finally allowed his mask to slip and quietly shed a few tears he had been holding back. The phone call was coming back to him now. A man had spoken of a car accident, a hit-and-run, a drunk driver, a 50/50 chance of pulling through...Atemu snapped himself out of his depression-induced fog and strode through the open elevator doors and down the hallway to room 224. The sight of his lover lying quiet and still in a bed surrounded by machines and covered with bandages was enough to break Atemu's façade of calm. He openly sobbed and rushed to his unconscious love's side, careful not to detach any of the tubes or wires that were connected to Yugi's small form. "Oh, Aibou..." Atemu wept, squeezing his soulmate's hand in hopes that he would give some kind of response, choking on his tears when there was none. He gazed at his husband's peaceful face, astounded that he could remain so beautiful even when fighting for his life. Atemu smiled wistfully as he remembered how it was Yugi's natural beauty and kindness that had caused him to fall deeply and irrevocably in love with him. It had been a whirlwind romance. Yugi Mouto, fresh out of Tokyo University, had fallen head over heels for Atemu Bekhit, the son of the Egyptian ambassador to Japan, after meeting him at a corporate dinner party hosted by their mutual friend and rival, Seto Kaiba. Their courtship lasted a short five months before Atemu asked Yugi for his hand in marriage. Yugi didn't even let him finish the question before saying yes. The honeymoon to Egypt and the years that followed had proven to be nothing short of perfect, even with the few fights they had gotten into and the tears they had shed. Atemu remembered the scuffle they had gotten into over his cat, a tiny Egyptian Mau named Nuri, whom Yugi was convinced was trying to kill him. Atemu had ended up sleeping on the couch for a week after Nuri clawed Yugi across the face while receiving his monthly bath. Atemu had only managed to get himself back into Yugi's good graces when he bought his lover a Shiba Inu puppy that Yugi had named Kyoko. They had been married for four years, and Atemu had always thought that they would be together forever. Until this, this accident that threatened to tear his entire world apart by taking his precious partner from him. "Please, Aibou, please, Yugi, you can't leave me! Min Faldak, Habibi!" Unknowingly, Atemu had switched back into his native Arabic, a language that had always fascinated and entranced Yugi. Many nights, when they lay in bed after a long day, Atemu would whisper sweet nothings to Yugi in Arabic, lulling him off to sleep. Now Atemu used those words to try and wake Yugi up, desperately calling out to him. After almost half an hour of frantic pleas, Atemu had exhausted himself and his tear ducts. Bending to kiss his love's forehead for what could have been the last time, Atemu whispered softly in his ear the words he had always saved for after Yugi had fallen asleep at night. "Ya'aburnee, Aibou." Bending his head to steal one last kiss from his lips, Atemu almost didn't notice when Yugi's hand slowly tightened its grip upon his own. His breath caught in his throat, though, when the grip refused to lessen. "Yugi? Love? Oh, please tell me this isn't a dream, Aibou. Please be okay. I love you so much it hurts. Ya'aburnee, Ya'aburnee..." Atemu peppered kisses all over Yugi's face, breaking out in gleeful laughter when his Aibou scrunched up his nose when it was pecked. His heart nearly burst with joy when he heard Yugi quietly breathe his response to his frenzied pleas. Atemu's smile did not break, even when the doctors rushed into the room to check on Yugi's vitals. It did not falter even when they then wheeled Yugi off to his follow-up surgery. Atemu didn't even argue with the medical staff when they kicked him out of the hospital when visiting hours were over. For Atemu knew that his Yugi would eventually be returned to him, and in time, he would recover from his injuries. All because of the words Yugi had told him right before he had been wheeled off. "Yakusokusuru, Mou Hitori no Boku." Yakusokusuru (Japanese) - I promise

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh Chapter 1: Yami Bakura Controlled Téa Gardner vs Yami Yugi and Mokuba Mokuba and the gang were waiting for Kaiba. Kaiba arrived and hugged Mokuba, saying, "I am ready for this nightmare to end. I am ready to go home!" Everyone else agreed. Then, suddenly, Téa Gardner yelled in pain. "Something is wrong!" Mokuba screamed. The Millennium Ring was on Téa Gardner's neck. "Oh no, Yami Bakura has taken control of Téa Gardner!" Mokuba screamed, tears in his eyes. Yami Bakura, in Téa Gardner's body, said in Téa Gardner's voice, "Yes, I am controlling Téa Gardner. I want something, so I am using her. I want two things: revenge on Yami Yugi and I want Mokuba's body to use, with which I will be able to control all of you, and Seto Kaiba will be unable to stop me. The only way to stop me is a 2 vs 1 duel between me, Yami Yugi, and Mokuba. If they somehow beat me, Téa Gardner will be set free. If I win, she will be set free, but I will get Mokuba!" Kaiba said, "Mokuba will not do that!" Bakura said, "Just use me." Yami Bakura said, in Téa Gardner's voice, "You are weak, Bakura!" Mokuba and Yami Yugi said, "We don't have a choice, we have to duel!" The three Duel Disks appeared on each player's arm. Mokuba got his deck from his big brother. Then, they all said, "Duel!" Yami Bakura said, in Téa Gardner's voice, "I summon Fairy's Gift in attack mode. I set two cards face down. I end my turn!" Yami Yugi and Mokuba said, "Oh no, he is using her deck." Mokuba was thinking in his head, "This is breaking my heart into pieces. I feel a bond between me and Téa Gardner, which is not a normal friendship. Do I have a crush on her? I can't think about that right now. We need to think about how we are going to save Téa Gardner!" Yami Yugi said, "My turn, I draw! I summon Dark Magician in attack mode." Yami Bakura said, in Téa Gardner's voice, "This is now a 1 vs 1 duel! I play my trap, Fairy's Bright Light! Since you summoned a dark attribute monster, and I control a light attribute monster, your monster is destroyed, and you take damage equal to that monster's attack points." Yami Yugi had a sad face. Everyone else screamed, "Yami Yugi!" Yami Yugi's life points went from 2000 to 0. Yami Yugi said, "It's up to Mokuba." Yami Bakura said, in Téa Gardner's voice, "I am too strong for you!" Mokuba said, "My turn, I draw! I play Mystical Space Typhoon to destroy your set card." Yami Bakura said, in Téa Gardner's voice, "My card was Fairy Sparks. Since it was destroyed, you take 1680 points of damage!" Mokuba saw his life points go down from 2000 to 320. Mokuba said, "I summon Luster Dragon in attack mode. It attacks Fairy's Gift." Yami Bakura said, in Téa Gardner's voice, "Not bad, Mokuba!" as his life points went down from 2000 to 1500. Mokuba said, "I set three cards face down! My turn is over!" Yami Bakura said, in Téa Gardner's voice, "I draw! I play a spell called Traitor Summon. I summon a monster from your deck in attack mode. I cannot summon monsters for the rest of this turn. You can't play traps this turn! I special summon the Blue-Eyes White Dragon from Mokuba's deck in attack mode." "No way," the gang said. Mokuba watched as the powerful dragon was summoned. Yami Bakura said, in Téa Gardner's voice, "My monster attacks your dragon. It's over, Mokuba!" Mokuba said, "I play Shrink! It cuts Blue-Eyes White Dragon's attack in half. Luster Dragon destroys Blue-Eyes White Dragon." Yami Bakura said, in Téa Gardner's voice, "Lucky brat, I end my turn!" as his life points went down to 1100. Mokuba said, "I draw! I summon Shining Friendship in attack mode. I set one card. My turn is over!" Yami Bakura said, in Téa Gardner's voice, "I draw! I play Magical Summon. You take 300 points of damage. It banishes your strongest monster. It lets me special summon a monster from my deck. All monsters' attack points can't change this turn. I special summon Dark Magician Girl from my deck in attack mode!" Mokuba watched as his life points went down to 20, his monster was banished, and Dark Magician Girl was summoned. Yami Bakura said, in Téa Gardner's voice, "My monster attacks your monster, I win!" Mokuba said, "It's over, I play Magic Cylinder! The attack is negated, and you take damage equal to that monster's attack, meaning I win!" Yami Bakura screamed in Téa Gardner's voice, "No! I lost!" as his life points hit zero. Yami Bakura was kicked out of Téa Gardner's body. The ring was gone, and Téa Gardner was back to normal. Yami Bakura was gone for now. Téa Gardner asked, "What happened?" Mokuba said, "Yami Bakura took over you. He was stopped when he lost in a duel." Téa Gardner said, "So Yami Yugi beat him?" Joey said, "No, Yami Yugi and Mokuba took on Yami Bakura in a 2 vs 1 duel. Yami Yugi got his butt kicked. Mokuba beat Yami Bakura in the duel." Téa Gardner said, "Thanks, Mokuba," giving Mokuba a big non-romantic hug and a non-romantic kiss on his right cheek. Mokuba was thinking in his head, "Do I have a crush on her?" Mokuba said, "No problem." Yami Yugi and Yugi were a little jealous because Mokuba got a kiss from Téa Gardner, and they never got a kiss from her. Then, everyone left Duelist Kingdom Island.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh I'm happy to help you with editing your text. Here is the edited version: Chapter 1: Yes, Master Flopping down onto the couch, Mariku was absolutely exhausted. A long drive with no breaks, no food, nothing, and all for what? All it did for him was make him grumpy, but he supposed he just needed some sleep. Auctions weren't held very often, and they had a nice selection this time. His prize sat in a chair across from him, staring down at its feet, not looking at him. He liked the thought of calling it an "it." Because that's how he saw it: as less of a person, as his object, something for him, and him alone. Smiling, he supposed he could have a little fun. Yes, he paid quite a bit for his prize. Even though he was exhausted – a five-hour drive just to get there, then another five to get back was insane, all in one day – why shouldn't he have a little fun? "Come over here," he said, but it didn't move. It stared at its feet, its head bobbing a little to the side, because they had fed it drugs before selling it to him. It wouldn't do very well if he'd brought it home kicking and screaming. With it like this, nobody would be the wiser. For all they knew, he was just giving a drunk friend a lift. For all they knew. They knew nothing. Nobody knew Mariku had bought a slave – a slave for him to do whatever he wanted with it. It was his, all his. But when it didn't move, he grew angry at it. "I said, come here," he repeated, but still, nothing. It began shaking, like it was cold. Well, he supposed it was understandable. The clothes it was wearing were almost none, ripped in certain places to show off certain body parts. He licked his lips, just staring at its body. It was so young and beautiful, but what did it matter? Now, a little more awake, he noticed something that made his temper flare. At the auction, he must have been drunk or something – he didn't remember. His slave's body looked much fuller there. Its breasts looked bigger, its curves more fetching, but staring at it now, he realized it wasn't as curvy, nor as big-chested as he thought. "Fuck, I finally get the money to pay for you, and you're scrawny as fuck. You might as well be a boy. A waste of money." The slave dipped its head, still not staring at him. And he was tired of it not listening to him. He stood from his spot on the couch, towering over it, and he smiled. "I'm your master now. That means you have to do whatever I say, whether you want to or not." "Just shut up," he said, sick of trying to play nice with it. If it wasn't going to listen, he would just have to make it listen. "I said, get up, now." "P-please, I-I-" His temper burst. Nothing annoyed him more than someone who couldn't spit out what they wanted to say. "Get the fuck up," he said, his voice low but menacing. And he wasn't even yelling, but the slave must have noticed the malice in his voice. It stood right up, without a fight, swaying a little from the effects of whatever drug they gave it, and stared at him. "That's better. Do what your master says, and I won't hurt you, okay?" Reaching out, he touched its face. It was so soft. How old was it? It didn't matter, it didn't matter. He was just going to fuck it anyway, despite its small tits and lack of curves, and its value as less than a human being. No matter what it was, this was what he bought it for. It was for him, and him alone. With its eyes still staring into his, absolutely terrified, he moved on to its hair and stroked it. So soft. Oh god. Moving on impulse, not even thinking, he wrapped his arms around it and pulled it to him, moaning at it. Because just the feeling, just the feeling of it – it was his, all his, nobody else's. "F-fuck," he whispered, and he was shaking. Fuck, no. His slave was shaking too, but not from pleasure like he was. It was a virgin? The smallest bits of excitement bubbled up, and he didn't know why. Just the thought – fuck, it got him hard, so hard. But it was obeying, he supposed he could be a little nicer to it. "It's okay, as long as you do whatever I tell you, I won't have to punish you." "P-please don't hurt me," it whispered, shaking harder, and he felt something wet on his shoulder, where his slave's face was. Tears? "I won't, I promise. All you have to do is obey, and you'll be fine. Just obey me." He hugged it tighter, already hard in his pants, and it was hurting – he wanted its hands on him. He wanted it bad, and he hugged it tighter, not caring that it was crying or shaking, or that it was less of a person, or small-chested, or not curvy. He just wanted it really bad. "Yes, master," it whispered, and it finally looked at him, its eyes huge, filled with terror. How old was this kid? It wasn't like it mattered, but staring at its face, it was definitely a lot younger than him. "P-please," it stuttered, and he rolled his eyes. Oh, great, a stutterer. Just what he needed. Fantastic. "Just shut up," he said, sick of trying to play nice with it. If it wasn't going to listen, he would just have to make it listen. "I said, get up, now."

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh You Can Still Be Free Chapter 1: You Can Still Be Free Disclaimer: Unrestrictedly not mine. You Can Still Be Free © Scribbler, November 2011 "I would sacrifice my place in the afterlife to keep you safe," Atem whispered into Yuugi's ear. Atem stepped through the doors, over the threshold, into the unknown. His sandals made no noise, for his body was dust – ripped to shreds by magic thousands of years earlier. The one he had shared recently stood behind him, watching him go. Yuugi would go on to great things; he didn't believe it yet, but Atem knew it. This form was smoke. Once, he was a king and living god, avatar of the greater gods. Now he was nobody. No-body. No body. No. Body. No … Yami watched Yuugi sleep, curled under the hospital bedclothes, looking impossibly small. Every so often, he would shiver as if he was cold, even though the room was stiflingly hot. Hesitantly, even though he knew what would happen, Yami stretched out a hand. He rested it against one lumpish shoulder – and passed right through. His expression didn't change. He whipped his hand back, closed his eyes for a moment, and then went back to his guardianship. He didn't even realize when the hand cupped his elbow, and the other did too, as if he, too, was cold. The spirit watched over the one who had freed him. He felt some strange kinship with the boy. Was this appearance related to that? Was he a reflection of the goodness burning in this boy's soul? If he was a reflection, then he was a perverted one – an opposite, something other. The spirit only had to think of darkness for it to appear. He only had to judge someone inadequate for dark magic to crack them open like a nut, consume their kernel, and leave them a drooling, empty shell. The boy who had freed him was alien to darkness; it shrivelled and fled from him. The spirit hurt if he got too close, but like a moth to a flame, he kept coming back. The boy's chest burned so brightly. The spirit knew, without knowing how, that this was where the soul resided. Everything that made this boy who and what he was burned like a beacon, tempting dark things to come and snuff it out. The spirit lived in fear of more than the smaller shadows coming for the boy. He could defeat those, but even if victory was not assured, he would fight until the end to keep the beautifully lethal light alive. Maybe someday the boy's bright, shining goodness would be an end to him. He could think of worse ways to end. The Pharaoh stood looking down at his city. It had been a good day for hunting, and his men were pleased. Nobles were a fickle bunch; they spoke honeyed words with viper tongues and writhed in complicated knots behind closed doors. They praised him to his face, declaring him a god-king who would continue his father's glorious reign, then blasphemed behind his back with questions about his competence and youth. Even today, he had heard talk. Nobles always assumed slaves and servants were deaf and mute, and never dreamed they would repeat things back to unproven boy-kings who had shown them kindness. The Pharaoh rode home straight-backed, as he always did. He could feel the nobles' eyes on him. He wondered whether someday he would feel a more physical blade there. His bodyguards were impressive and loyal, but he knew the stories of Pharaohs ignored by history for their ridiculously short, embarrassing reigns. He closed his eyes to banish those thoughts. God-kings were not supposed to worry about such things. God-kings were beyond petty feelings like loneliness, remorse, or fear. A wind blew up the side of the cliff, making him shiver. The prince snuggled in his father's arms like any baby. Akhenemkhanen watched his sleeping son with an unreadable expression. Men were not given to this kind of behaviour. Nurturing babies was female work. The wet nurse hovered nearby, ready to take back the infant and spirit him off to the women's part of the palace. The cloistered chambers where his Great Wife, lesser wives, and concubines lived were a mystery to most men who weren't eunuchs. Akhenemkhanen had not seen his son for weeks. He probably would not see him for several more. He had been given children before, but only daughters and babies who died before their sex could even be established. This was his first living son. The most powerful man in the Two Lands did not want to let the baby go, in the superstitious belief that if he did, his son would vanish and never come back. Ignoring the nurse, he freed one hand from the swaddling cloth and laid it on the baby's head. The prince's skull was warm. It pulsed slightly beneath Akhenemkhanen's hand. Akhenemkhanen closed his eyes, committing the feel and smell and sound of his son to memory. He had heard the screams of dying men and beautiful music, tasted mud and candied fruits, felt his own bone protruding from his arm in battle and the silken sheen of his Great Wife's hair, plus everything in between. Yet the warmth of his son eclipsed them all. "I would sacrifice my place in paradise to keep you safe," he murmured into the baby's ear. Finally, he gave back the baby and watched the nurse leave. Akhenemkhanen walked away, over the threshold into his own chambers, and into an unknown future. Fin.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh You Don't I Do Chapter 1: You Don't I Do This was a random and depressing notion, one that had come to me suddenly. It's a concept that's both depressing and random, meaning it's a sad idea that occurred to me without warning. Actually, it's similar to a comic I drew once, so I suppose it's not entirely random. However, I wanted to illustrate that no relationship is perfect, and even Bakura and Marik will encounter obstacles along the way. Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even the plot, because there isn't one. This story is simply a sad and poignant tale with some random, fluffy elements at the end. "I don't?" Startled from his musings, the brown-eyed one blinked at the speaker, thrown off balance as if the ground had suddenly slipped out from under him. A soft, sad smile tugged at the other's lips, and he shook his head, his blond hair swaying slightly with the motion. "No, you don't." Narrowing his eyes slightly, Bakura sized up his friend, searching his face for something to explain the sudden decision. Finding nothing, he felt upset and leaned forward, invading Marik's personal space. Marik leaned away, his purple eyes widening, and Bakura noticed that he seemed to be afraid. Was Marik afraid of him? "Why not?" the thief murmured, continuing to shift forward until Marik had shrunk back into the couch cushions as far as he could. Bakura loomed over him, his hands braced on either side of Marik's head. A pale tongue darted out to lick Marik's lips, and Bakura noted the slight increase in the rise and fall of his chest. Curious now, he tilted his head, frowning in confusion. What had caused this? Why was Marik suddenly doubting him, pulling away from him, and running from him? "Because you don't," came the shaky, uneven response. From this angle, Bakura could see the fear in Marik's beautiful purple eyes, and he couldn't understand why it was there. It upset him, and he felt annoyed. He leaned down, saw Marik's pale lips quiver at his approach, and pressed his forehead firmly against Marik's, so close that he could feel the quick puffs of air as Marik practically hyperventilated. As their eyes gazed deeply into each other's, Bakura tried to find the reason behind Marik's behavior. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and anger spread across his face so quickly that Marik flinched, his eyes clamping closed as he began to shiver. Realizing what he had done, Bakura mentally kicked himself and pressed his lips softly against Marik's cheek, then his ear, and then his throat, trying to soothe him. "You've been speaking with your hikari, haven't you?" he drawled against Marik's skin. He heard the slight catch in Marik's breath and knew he was right. Bakura sighed and pulled back to look disapprovingly at the terrified form beneath him. "Silly Marik," he scolded softly, pressing a finger against Marik's tanned nose. Marik's nose crinkled up, and his purple eyes went cross in an attempt to see the finger inflicting the unexpected contact. Removing his finger, Bakura swept in, capturing Marik's lips with his own. He interlaced their fingers, drawing them up to pin them above Marik's head. Bakura kept his eyes open, gazing into Marik's shocked purple eyes, and pulled away at the slight quivering he felt below him. He pressed his face into the throat he knew so well. "Silly Marik," he repeated softly, his voice having a slight teasing tilt to it. "Allowing your hikari's own insecurities to get to you again. Mm, whatever am I going to do with you?" Humming in thought, he laid a wet kiss on Marik's collarbone, listening with interest to the sharp hiss that was drawn in. He felt satisfied when there was no fear, only dawning pleasure. Grinning arrogantly to himself, Bakura drew back to make eye contact, massaging Marik's wrists with his thumbs. His blue hair fell over his shoulders as he smiled down at the now guilty-looking younger man laying beneath him. There was no fear in Marik's eyes now, and that was good; Bakura hated seeing fear in those beautiful eyes. "Let's get this straight, my Marik," he said, his voice low and soothing. "I love you; no matter what anyone says or does, I will always love you, with every part of my heart that's left." Marik's lips parted to voice some sort of argument, but a quick kiss swallowed the words. Bakura pulled back to continue, his voice taking on a slightly harsher tone. "I may not be good at showing it, like the Pharaoh to his lover, but I do love you. Understood?" The last word broke a little harsher, as Bakura wanted to instill the fact that he loved Marik and hated seeing doubt in his eyes. Marik's tanned head slowly nodded in a humbled gesture. Grinning now, the blue-haired thief darted back in to capture Marik's addictive lips in another tender kiss, gently brushing them together. They finally parted with the briefest flick of his tongue. Pleased to find a grin slowly spreading across Marik's face, Bakura pressed his forehead to Marik's, narrowing one eye at him. "And tell your hikari next time you see him that if he ever fills your head with such crackpot theories again, I'll show him what castration feels like firsthand." A loud laugh and lips arching up to press against his own was the best response Bakura had ever received.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh Your Wish Chapter 1: Your Wish I needed some time off from "The New Girl," so I decided to create a one-shot. Your Wish Here I am, in pain, laying on my bed. I realize something: I'm sick of it. I'm sick of the abuse you give me every day, Bakura. Whether it's physical, emotional, or mental, I'm sick of it. Don't act innocent, like you don't know what I'm talking about. You know exactly what I'm talking about. You're the one who snickers at me when I cry. You say I'm a waste of tissue, that I should have been killed in that car crash. You say I would be better off dead than alive in this world. Well, you know, Bakura, you're right. You're absolutely right! I deserve to die! I've had no accomplishments in my life. Well, I did have one: defeating you and making you go away. But then again, look where that has gotten us. Here you are, living in my house (yes, I did say my house; you own nothing) and using everything I own. You take advantage of all I possess. Well, you know, Bakura (or should I say, BAKAra?), that's ending right now. You want me dead, you got it. Love your "pathetic" host, Ryou Bakura Ryou folded the note and put it on the kitchen table. He then straightened his black buttoned shirt. He had to look nice for his last day on this dreaded Earth. Yes, he had had some good times, but when you weigh them out, misfortune always won. No one ever paid any attention to him. Never. He knew Yuugi and Anzu would shed only one tear, but on the inside, he knew they wouldn't care. No one did. No one ever did. Bakura would laugh and be grateful. He had told the poor hikari how pathetic he was. He didn't want to be a bother to Bakura, so he agreed with the older Yami. It was what Bakura wanted, wasn't it? He then picked up the single red rose he had bought earlier and made his way up the stairs. This was it. Bakura grunted as the sun came up. He always hated the light; it was so bright. Ugh. Speaking of light, where was his hikari? Oh, that's right; he had decided to go to the bar, get drunk, and sleep at Malik Ishtar's. God, did that boy know how to drink. How many beers had he and Ishtar drunk together? Didn't they each have eight beers, or was it more like eighteen? Bakura shook his head and continued to walk towards the apartment building. Not that he wanted to check on Ryou (or as Bakura liked to call him, "the most terrible and pathetic host in the whole wide world"). No, he just wanted to get his daily breakfast and then get drunk some more. That was the daily life of Bakura. His thoughts were interrupted by some people yelling and screaming in fear. "Someone help him! He's actually going to jump! Call 9-1-1!" Bakura looked up to see a person at the top of a building, getting ready to jump. This amused Bakura for a little bit. Go on, idiot, do it. I dare you to. Bakura's amusement faded when he saw what the "idiot" looked like: white hair. Bakura's heart raced. Surely, Ryou had to be joking. Right? Wrong. He took another step closer to the edge, and the crowd screamed in fear. So did Bakura. Bakura made a dash for the apartment doors, went inside, and climbed the stairs as fast as his body enabled him to. Damn it, Ryou! Why are you doing this? He opened the door and felt a cool breeze touch his skin, guaranteeing him that he was on the roof. He looked at his surroundings; 20-30 feet away from him was Ryou, with both feet at the edge. One step, and he was gone. "RYOU! RYOU STOP!" Bakura screamed in fear, panicking. He couldn't have Ryou gone; it wasn't because he needed him there, it was because he wanted him there. Ryou turned his neck and gave him a sweet smile. "You wanted me gone, Bakura; congrats, you get your wish." And with that, he fell. "RYOU!" Bakura screamed, running over to grab his arm, but all he felt was air. "Ryou!" He screamed, but it was too late. Ryou couldn't be saved. Three hours later, Ryou Bakura was pronounced dead. He was gone, gone for good. Four months later, Bakura was still living in the apartment he shared with Ryou. He finally got himself to read the letter. He had no clue what he had done to Ryou on the inside. He always was alone and depressed. He just wished he could say he was sorry. KNOCK KNOCK! Bakura looked up from the TV. No one ever visited him, except for Malik and Marik, and that was rare. He slowly got up from the couch, unlocked the door, and opened it. Bakura's eyes widened. "H-Hikari?" The visitor just smiled at him. "Miss me, 'Kura?" Bakura just embraced the shy albino, who was slightly sobbing. "I missed you so much, Hikari," Bakura whispered in a pure, non-angry voice. "I missed you too; I was so wrong, and I'm so sorry." Bakura pulled him from the embrace and got on his knees. The light exists as long as the darkness exists. The ending quote is from a YouTube video called "YGO I CAN SMILE BECAUSE YOU ARE." I love this video, so check it out! I hope you guys enjoyed the story. Review and rate! P.S. Those who are reading "The New Girl," I will update soon. I just have too many ideas now, and school is eating me alive. Plus, I've been sick, so cut me some slack!

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh Yugi Muto's Single Studio Apartment Chapter 1: Yugi Muto's Single Studio Apartment This was written for a challenge entitled Awkward Situations. "I thought he was turning him against me," Seto Kaiba said to a maid, or perhaps to no one in particular, "I thought he was brainwashing him." "You assume the worst of people," the maid replied. "Oh, because this is so much better," Kaiba retorted. The maid shrunk away from his gaze and went to the window of her boss' office to water a plant he had growing there. "You're not going to say anything else?" Kaiba chided her. "I didn't know if you wanted me to... Did you say anything to younger Kaiba when you thought this?" she asked. "I tried talking to Mokuba, but he's always so vague about his life outside of this house... I suppose it all makes sense now..." Kaiba trailed off. "Well, he is 17," the maid pointed out. "Mmm, but that's not the reason... God, I couldn't even say anything..." Kaiba's breath silenced the room like a noxious gas. His embarrassment seemed to solidify in the air around him with each sigh. He must've noticed something to this extent because he took his next breath, both in and out through his nose, before saying, "I just wanted to make sure he was okay..." Skulking up a long set of stairs, Seto Kaiba, a man in his early 20s, wearing a light blue collared shirt and navy blue tie, composed himself, even in the most nervous of worries. He took long, measured steps up the stairs to Yugi Muto's single studio apartment. He knew his brother was here. He came here all the time, saying, "I just like to talk to him, he gives good advice... Get off my back, Seto." That last biting sentence echoed in the elder Kaiba's mind like a bee buzzing in his ear. Get off my back, Seto... Mokuba was never like that. He never spoke that way. There was something he wasn't saying. Something Mokuba Kaiba couldn't say about Seto Kaiba's arch-rival. What was Yugi doing? Influencing him to speak that way to his brother! Turning him against the only family he'd ever really known! He wouldn't allow that; he would confront him. Stop whatever mind games he was playing with his brother. He drew ever closer to the door of Yugi's little apartment, and there, in the narrow hallway, he began to hear voices. "Stop this," Yugi said in his most commanding voice, followed by a tiny whine that could have only been from Mokuba. "Listen to me. You will do as I say," he heard Yugi speak again. Yugi's voice was relatively calm but harsh and firm. It made Kaiba's blood boil. "How dare you speak to my brother that way," Kaiba said under his breath before grabbing hold of the handle of Yugi's door. Yugi only locked it at night or when he was out, so Kaiba was able to slowly push it open. In the last few moments, before the door opened all the way, Kaiba heard his little brother say something very simple, "Mmm, I don't think so," and then saw something he never expected. There, on the floor, on Yugi's futon, was Mokuba, positioned on all fours, on top of Yugi, who was leaning back on his right hand, his left hand pushing against Mokuba, attempting feebly to hold him back, his shirt half unbuttoned, a slight frown on his face, and Mokuba's lips on his. It was only a split second that he saw the intimate kiss before letting the single word drip from his lips, "Mokuba...?" Was it his voice, the sound of the door, or the mere presence of another human being that alerted them? Impossible to tell, but it was all one abrupt moment. Seto Kaiba opened the door with his brother's name in his mouth, onto an intimacy immediately broken with Yugi's reply, "K-Kaiba?" followed by Mokuba's soft, startled voice, "Seto?" They didn't even move away from each other; they were too startled. They just stared at Kaiba, wide-eyed, as he gaped at them, conflicted as to what reaction was most appropriate and would make him the best rival, brother, and man. "I couldn't just start screaming in someone else's house... especially not when Mokuba was obviously the aggressor... And we just had a talk recently about me accepting him for who he is... It was uncomfortable, to say the least. What was I supposed to do? To say? I thought of nothing that would paint me in a good light... So I just left. I didn't say anything. I just left." "I'm sure everything will be fine, Sir," the maid said, as she wiped down his bookshelves. But just as she was about to get on her knees to get the bottom shelves, there was a light knock on the door. "Should I get the...?" she started to ask, but then the door opened just slightly on its own. "Seto?" Mokuba's voice called out. Kaiba didn't respond; he just raised an eyebrow. Mokuba opened the door just wide enough for him to slip inside. "Seto, we should talk..." he said, looking at the floor, and then at the maid. Soon Kaiba looked at her too, and she shuffled uncomfortably. "Well, I should probably go clean the kitchen," the maid said, before exiting the room as quietly and quickly as possible. She stiffly strode down the hallway, as though someone was inspecting her. She relaxed when she saw the stair, and as she stepped upon it, said to herself, "Well, that was awkward."

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh Yugi Puts the Millennium Puzzle Together *Chapter 1: Yugi Puts the Millennium Puzzle Together* Jeshi: My sister gave me this idea… isn't the little annoying brat so nice to me? Lol! Bakura: My, my, wasn't that nice of you to say about your little sister? Jeshi: Hey! The other day you said she was a doggy!! Bakura: So what?! Jeshi: Anyway, people, be nice and don't kill me if this isn't accurate... I'm just having fun. Lol Bakura: She doesn't own anything from this story at all. Jeshi: Yes, and like I said, be nice. Yugi gave his grandfather an odd stare, then assumed that it must be spring cleaning or something. It was then that his grandfather looked up at Yugi, dropped the mop with a huge smile, and skipped over to him with a feather duster. "Yugi, today is the day we clean!" he said happily and handed the feather duster to him. "But, Grandpa," Yugi groaned. He didn't want to clean the smelly old shop, but his grandfather just gave him a pat on the head. "Come on, Yugi, it'll be fun!" he exclaimed and handed him the feather duster. Yugi frowned and reluctantly took it. Yugi smiled. He liked puzzles, especially ones that didn't make sense. He then heard his grandfather calling him. He looked around anxiously for a hiding place from his grandfather. There was a pile of boxes in the corner. He quickly climbed behind the boxes, carrying the box with the golden pieces, and hid in the corner of the room. Fortunately for him, his grandfather walked right by the boxes without even thinking of looking for him behind them. Yugi sighed in relief, then peered into the box again at the golden pieces. He slowly took them out one by one and examined them all. He then began putting them together. Eight horrible years later, the older Yugi, as we apparently see him today, still worked anxiously on that puzzle, behind those boxes. Nope, his grandfather never looked for him behind the boxes, ever. And still wasn't. Yugi's eyes were dark, and his eyelids drooped. He had drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were red and bloodshot. He picked up the last golden piece. "Finally, after eight years and 186,880 hours of sleep lost, I finally have it... this puzzle is finished," he said wearily. He stared at the almost complete puzzle. It seemed to be a pyramid shape. "I wonder, why is it like that?" he asked himself, while trying to put the last piece in. He felt the tension rise inside him as he tried to push the small piece in with the rest of its 'siblings'. But then a problem occurred, quite a big problem actually. The last piece wouldn't go in. Yugi looked at the puzzle with a questionable expression on his face. Why wasn't this piece going in? He examined the body of the puzzle carefully, to make sure he had everything right, then looked back at the lone piece. He saw how he was trying to put it in... it should just go in, right? He wasn't holding it wrong, and he knew it. "Why won't it?" he started getting frustrated, trying to fit the piece in as he mumbled to himself, "go in... Damn, why won't you go in?" After another five hours, Yugi had had it. He screamed angrily at the difficult puzzle and threw it against the wall behind him in the corner. For a split second, he was proud of himself, with the fact that he'd just cool down and try again, either that or it would just sit there for another few years, never being completed. "No wonder it was in a dusty old box," Yugi thought. But just as soon as he was proud of himself, he became shocked. When he threw it, he heard a smash. He looked behind him, only to see the puzzle laying there, in all the pieces it had originally started in. Yugi's eye twitched when he saw the broken puzzle. He had worked eight long years, without sleep, food, or water, without anything but the determination to get that damn puzzle together, and now... He screamed angrily again. He smacked his head into the wall and groaned. He then sulkily picked up the puzzle and began working on it again. Another eight years passed, and little Yugi Muto worked on that stupid, damned puzzle for another eight years, and he didn't even get older. How is beyond me. But finally, he was down to one piece again. And yet again, it would not go in. Yugi groaned. "Oh, please go in?" he begged it. The piece went in. Yugi stared at the completed puzzle, his eye twitching. He then heard a sound from it, like a beeping sound. When he put his ear up to it, a bee flew into his ear. He ran around screaming, and after he got the bee out, he stared at the puzzle again. The beeping sound was still there. He put his ear up to it, and heard a very faint voice say, "Please hang up and try your call again. Line is busy, please hang up and try your call again," came the voice of a telephone operator. Yes, in the end, Yugi got the puzzle built, and he found Yami, and all that other fun stuff. Lol. Jeshi: Yeah, sorry if that ending was odd or 'abrupt' as some would probably put it. Bakura: O_O... odd. Jeshi: Yes, very odd, and like I said, be nice, people.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX A Loud Night Chapter 1: A Loud Night "Ah! Johan! Make it stop!" Judai cried out. "Hold still!" Johan replied. "Make it stop! Make it stop!" "I'm trying! I've got it! Hold still, because this will hurt a bit." "Yah!! A bit?! Are you trying to kill me?!" "I told you to hold still!" "Sorry! Just make it stop!" "I'm doing everything I can, Judai!" "Well, do more!" "I'm trying!" "Well, you're not trying hard enough!" "Fine, then! I won't help you!" "No! I'm sorry! Just make it stop!" "You know, you wouldn't be in this mess if you'd just done it right the first time." "Well, sorry! How was I supposed to know this would happen?!" "How can you not?! I told you this would happen!" "Well, I wasn't listening!" "Clearly." "Don't be so mean and just make it stop!" "It hurts!" "Sorry, but I can't help you there." "Johan!" "Okay, okay, I'll try something else!" "Hurry!" "I'm coming! Hold on." "Ow, ow, ow!" "Now what?!" "It hurts when you move it! Oh no. No, no... Ah!" "Sigh... here we go again..." "Ow!" "You know, it's weird." "It's wet." "That's the weird part." "Oh well." "Yah! Watch it!" "Me? Next time, pay attention!" "It's not my fault! Quit blaming me!" "Fine, fine, sorry. Now, ready?" "Ready for what?" "This." "...Yoww!!" "Finally! Now, come on, let's go to sleep, I'm tired after all that." "Yawn. Yeah, me too." "Great. Now, next time, listen to me!" "Okay, okay, goodnight." "Goodnight." Morning Manjyome, Jim, Kenzan, Sho, Fubuki, Ryo, and Asuka were all waiting outside the Osiris dorms. Johan and Judai were taking forever! Finally, the two arrived and met their friends. Holding back a yawn, Johan greeted them. "Hi, everybody. What's up?" Judai yawned. "Yeah, what he said." Asuka stared at them. They looked like they were half asleep. "What's with you guys? Wake up!" "Sorry," Johan said. "It's just that we didn't get much sleep last night," Judai said. "Oh." Asuka looked at Manjyome and noticed he looked the same as them. "And you?" "I didn't get much sleep either. I was kept up most of the night by the annoying rats around here." He glanced at the twin Js, who didn't notice. "Sorry to hear that, Manjyome. You should ask Dr. Chronos to get you someone to kill those rats," Judai said, smiling. Manjyome stared at them. "Believe me, I would if I could." "Anyway, what kept you guys up?" Asuka asked Johan and Judai. "Well, you see," Johan began. But Manjyome lifted up his hand to stop him. "Save it. The last thing any of us need to hear is you two giving us visuals about your... fun night." Manjyome mumbled something that sounded like "intercourse" under his breath. "Huh?" Johan asked. "Intercourse?" Honestly, Judai had no idea what that was. "Let's just go already," Manjyome said, clearly annoyed. "We'll catch up with you guys a bit later. We're going to go get some food; we still haven't eaten breakfast," Johan said. "Okay." Asuka nodded and left for the beach, the others following. "Don't be late!" Fubuki said, stopping to talk to the two. Ryo rolled his eyes and pulled Fubuki along. Kenzan and Sho exchanged a glance, wondering what was going on. They shrugged and went to catch up with the others. After they left, Judai turned to look at Johan. "Manjyome's acting weird. Do you think it's because he didn't get any sleep?" Johan shrugged. "Maybe." "I wonder why Manjyome didn't want us to tell everyone what happened last night." "I know. I mean, it's a funny story," Johan said with a smile. Judai pouted. "It was not funny!" Johan stuck his tongue out at him playfully. "Yes, it was." "No, it wasn't!" "Yeah, it was. Now, maybe next time you'll listen to me." "It wasn't my fault." "Oh, really? So, then what, did the blow dryer have a mind of its own or something?" "Yes! It was evil!" "But seriously, only you would push the reverse button while it was near your hair." "Why do they even make a blow dryer with a reverse button?! And it wouldn't stop!" "That's because the 'off' button got stuck." "And it wouldn't come off!" "I told you to hold still! Also, maybe next time you'll listen to me and just let me do it. Every time you go near that thing, it goes crazy on us!" "Us?! You mean me! I haven't seen you get attacked by it!" "Haha. No, but next time, don't put it so close to your hair and stay away from the reverse button!" "No way! I'm never going near that thing again! Not after it sucked in my hair and almost left me bald!" Johan laughed. Shortly after, Judai cracked a smile. The two laughed openly. "Come on, let's get breakfast. I think it's pancakes today." "Yay! Pancakes!" Monkey: Well, there's a crack fic for you guys! That's what I love to write! Yay for crack fics!! Hope you liked it... well, this is what you guys should expect from my work. Cookee's work is much more serious, only she hasn't added a story here yet... Well, anyway, see you guys next time in another crack fic!! BTW, do they make blow dryers with reverse buttons? I hope not... And with that, they raced towards the cafeteria, the incident of their loud night now forgotten.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX A Pile of Fun Chapter 1: A Pile of Fun "We should do something," Atticus said. "We are doing something, Atticus," Zane replied. "No! We should be doing something fun! Not homework," Atticus exclaimed. The brunette let out a sigh before resting his head in his arms, completely covering his notebook underneath. It felt like they had been working on this for ages, when in reality it had only been about half an hour. Apparently, that was a little too long for Atticus. Meanwhile, Zane was perfectly fine with doing homework. It wasn't a task he liked, but he wasn't one to leave it to the last minute or incomplete. He preferred to do it sooner rather than later. Even as his friend began to whine, he hadn't let that distract him from his work. Although he had grown used to Atticus's childish complaints, it was still difficult to ignore his growing sighs of frustration. When the sound stopped coming from Atticus, Zane's eyes moved off his paper and onto him. He couldn't tell if his silence was a good thing or a bad thing. "I have an idea!" Atticus shouted, his head popping up as his hands slammed on the table. It was a bad thing. "What idea?" Zane asked after letting out a sigh. He wasn't given a verbal response, not yet, just a wide grin and clenched fists in joy. There was a bright gleam in Atticus's eyes, one that Zane had seen before whenever he got one of these "great" ideas. "Trust me, it'll be fun!" Atticus said, his enthusiasm infectious. That was his answer, not one that Zane wanted, but one that sounded so... typical of Atticus. Of course, he would keep it a surprise. "Why spoil the fun?" was something Atticus had told him before. Zane stared at his friend for a moment. He couldn't say no. Well, he could, but Atticus would just become more insistent and drag him along anyway. And Zane would allow himself to be dragged too. There was no way to get out of this once an idea had sprouted into Atticus's head. "Alright," Zane said finally. As he closed his notebook and began to put away his things, Atticus let out a cheer, almost hitting his knee against the table as he stood up. Surprisingly, he was patient when it came to waiting for his friend to get to his feet. But the moment Zane was, Atticus reached for his hand. In seconds, Zane was being dragged out of Atticus's home. "Zane and I are going outside!" Atticus shouted. Someone would hear it, either his parents or younger sister. There was no time to wait for a response. Hand in hand, they headed out of his home, past their yard, and out into the neighborhood. The brunette swung their hands back and forth while he hummed a tune, one that Zane had heard him play on his ukulele before. "Where are we going?" Zane asked. "You'll see! Don't worry, it's not far," Atticus replied. Atticus raised his free hand, pointing to the end of the block. Before the corner, there was an empty space, where a couple of trees had taken up residence. Surrounding them were fallen, colorful leaves. The two kids stopped right in front of them. "Here we are!" Atticus exclaimed. "Why are we—" Zane started to ask, but his hand was released, only so that Atticus could run towards the pile of leaves and jump into them. Atticus disappeared into the pile as some leaves flew up after he landed. Slowly, some began to fall back into place, while others were scattered thanks to the light breeze. When Atticus's head popped up from the pile, a few leaves had managed to find a new resting place in his hair. "Come on, Zane! Try it too!" Atticus called out. "You brought me here to jump into leaves?" Zane asked, incredulous. Atticus nodded in response before getting out of the pile to jump into another one, as if to show how fun it really was. While he seemed to be enjoying himself, Zane couldn't quite understand the enjoyment of it. It was silly, something a kid would do. But he was a kid too, wasn't he? Zane glanced elsewhere, worried for a moment that someone, an adult, would come and scold them for what they were doing. It wasn't wrong, but leaves didn't simply rake themselves into piles like these. Besides that, he wanted a distraction, something to dull his curiosity about what it would be like to fling himself into a pile of leaves. Unfortunately, as he was wrapped in his thoughts, he didn't notice the approaching brunette. When he did, he was too late. His hand had already been captured, and his feet were being forced to move forward. Atticus walked backwards, letting himself fall into a pile while dragging Zane down with him. The two boys were swallowed by the leaves. Blue hair popped up, followed by brown. Both were now adorned with colored leaves in their hair. "See? Pretty cool, huh?" Atticus asked, grinning. "I guess," Zane shrugged, while picking off a leaf from his hair and letting it float down. It did feel kind of exciting. There was something about just jumping – or in his case, being dragged – into a big pile of leaves with a friend. As he glanced over at Atticus, he found the other boy chuckling. "You smiled," Atticus said. "So, I know it's fun." Zane blinked, unaware of that fact. He forced himself to return to his resting face. Smiling over such a silly action... "I did not," Zane said, trying to sound convincing. "You totally did!" Atticus exclaimed. Zane pouted, and Atticus pressed a finger against his cheek. They silently stared at each other, neither intending to break the pout nor the cheeky grin. Eventually, they both ended up laughing. Maybe this idea wasn't so bad after all.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX After The Duel Chapter 1: After The Duel Ryou closed the door to his dressing room behind him, locking it almost automatically. There were few visitors he welcomed during the hour or so of downtime he had after a duel, and they all knew to let him know they would be there in advance. Well, most of them did. He still hadn't managed to get Juudai to grasp the concept of sending a note ahead, but he'd grown used to that over the years. He settled down into his chair, setting his duel disk aside, and taking a few long, deep breaths. He wasn't surprised at all to feel familiar warm hands coming from behind him, touching the sides of his neck. He'd almost expected them. "Five wins in a row," Edo murmured into his ear. "You're getting better." Ryou leaned back into the embrace of the upholstered leather chair. Edo hadn't yet moved from behind him, but those clever fingers knew right where to go to help him relax more. "Our duel is next week," Ryou said. Edo stepped around to settle on the arm of the chair, and Ryou moved his own arm to make way for him. "I know," Edo replied. "I look forward to seeing how this deck does against the D-Heroes." Ryou did too, but he wasn't in the mood to talk about that right now. He'd just fought a hard duel and, while he'd won, it had still taken more out of him than he'd expected. Edo leaned in closer to brush his lips across the side of Ryou's neck. "I watched you duel. I wasn't sure if your opponent would make it or not." After everything they'd experienced, Ryou wasn't at all surprised that this caught Edo's attention. Random death didn't appeal to him in the slightest, but seeing Ryou on the battlefield? Well, as he'd learned in Dark World, that could get Edo's attention every time. Edo opened Ryou's coat, pulling down the black shirt to expose the skin underneath, leaning in to drop small teasing kisses. Ryou tilted his head back, his breath speeding up with each touch of those lips. Edo's hand slid underneath his shirt, skimming across his stomach and up his chest, sending his breath stuttering out of him. "I ordered dinner at home tonight," Edo murmured, his breath warm in Ryou's ear. Ryou knew what he meant; this was only a taste of what would come later. He wanted that taste, wanted it more with each breath. "Shouldn't we go, then?" Ryou asked, knowing he wasn't yet so out of it that anyone would notice anything unusual between the two of them. Their relationship wasn't a secret by any means, but there was no need to go walking out of there with the fact they'd been making out with one another plainly visible. Edo didn't move, at least not to get up. His fingers kept moving underneath Ryou's shirt, caressing against every inch of skin he could reach. Ryou breathed harder, the fingers of his other hand clutching around the chair arm. "Later," Edo replied, and it took Ryou a moment to realize that Edo was answering his question. Thinking wasn't easy at the moment, at least not with his brain. The fires that Edo stoked with every movement of his fingers and lips saw to that. "We have time." The only time that Ryou cared about now was how much longer it would take before Edo did more than tease him. Edo knew just where and how to touch to get him aroused either very quickly or very slowly, and he liked to mix the two when they had a chance, just to draw everything out that much more. Edo's other hand, the one not teasing across Ryou's chest and stomach, now darted below to Ryou's pants, working them open with the ease of long practice. What little logical thought Ryou still clung to vanished. He hadn't clung to it very hard since Edo made himself known. Slender fingers, a little more grown now than when they'd first met, brushed over Ryou, teasing him with practiced skill. A slightly incoherent thought wandered through Ryou's mind, that he was glad he hadn't asked for the footstool that many of the dressing rooms came equipped with. As boneless as he was with each stroke of Edo's hands on him, it would've killed the mood to slide out and possibly bruise something hitting it. As it was, Edo's weight alone kept him in his seat, and he still found himself slipping down anyway. One hand held tightly to the chair arm and the other gripped onto the bottom of the chair, and if he lost either grip, he knew he'd be on the floor. Not that it would be the first time they'd hit the floor in their exertions, but it could still put a damper on things for the first few minutes. "Oh, hey!" Ryou hissed between his teeth, and not because of what Edo was doing this time. "Just came by to say congratulations on the win, Kaiser. I'll be out getting a drink if you want to say hi later," Juudai said, looking over his shoulder as he started back toward the door. "Hey, Edo. Can't wait to see your next duel!" Ryou didn't see the door open, but a moment later, he and Edo were once again the only ones in the room. "Did that just happen?" Edo asked, and Ryou nodded. "Unfortunately," he replied, knowing that the mood was wrecked now. Of course, the way Edo pulled him closer before he could move promised that it wouldn't be for much longer.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX All His Own Chapter 1: All His Own Title: All His Own Characters: Shou & Ryou Chapters: 1-1 | Words: 930 Genre: Family, Humor | Rated: G Summary: Watch his brother for a few minutes, they said. When said brother is four years old, a few minutes can become a nightmare. And set the stage for the future. "Watch your brother for me." With that, the two Marufuji siblings were left in the living room. This wasn't such a foolish thing; the kitchen was right next to it, and if anything truly bad happened, their mother or father would be there in a matter of heartbeats. But as far as Ryou felt about the matter, his parents could have been on the moon. The six-year-old stared at his brother, trying to figure out what to do. Taking care of someone, even his brother, wasn't in his personal playbook of how to spend a warm, sunny summer's afternoon. Shou paid no attention to him at the moment, finding far more interest in toddling around and seeing what he could get himself into. Ryou wondered if he'd been like that two years earlier. Or at least he did when he wasn't wondering if there was anything around that Shou might break. He didn't have to worry. Marufuji Airi and Hotaka had made certain that anything even remotely breakable had been put either out of Shou's reach or in a room he couldn't get to. That didn't stop Ryou from watching worriedly. As much as he found Shou annoying – a trait shared by many older brothers throughout the world and from the dawn of time – he didn't want anything bad to happen to him. He just didn't know what to do. He spent his own time usually reading, if there weren't any interesting duels to watch. Ever since he'd first heard of dueling, he'd wanted nothing more to do with his life than to be a duelist. He even had a deck now. Without thinking much of it, Ryou pulled his deck out and stared at it. It wasn't much of a deck; his parents had bought him a dozen or so booster packs, and he'd picked out the monsters that he liked the best from them all. He hadn't even had a real duel yet. He'd heard that a kid down the street dueled. He'd already made plans to find this 'Tenjoin Fubuki' as soon as he could. But right now, he had a little brother to deal with, who was staring at some of the furnishings as if plotting to either climb on top of them or pull them over, or perhaps both. Not bothering to put his deck away, Ryou hurried over there, grabbing one of Shou's plush cars, and waved it at the little boy. "Hey! Look!" Shou had just begun to put out one hand onto the tall bookcase he'd spent long minutes staring at when Ryou offered the plush. He blinked at it, large gray eyes going wide as he began to smile. Ryou smiled back; he'd successfully distracted Shou! Until Shou reached out and grabbed hold of the deck in Ryou's other hand, pulling it away. For a moment, Ryou had no idea what to do. The idea that someone might take his deck, and that someone might be his younger brother, had never once crossed his mind. Shou turned the deck over, staring at it for a few seconds, before he giggled in a way that might have sent chills down the spine of a lesser person. Without a bit of hesitation, he started to toss the cards everywhere, giggling the whole time. "Stop that!" Ryou tried to grab for the cards, only for Shou to back off and start running as fast as his short legs would allow, still laughing, still throwing the cards around. "Shou! Stop that!" Shou paid no attention whatsoever, but scurried and giggled and threw, right up until his legs tangled up in the rug and he pitched forward, scattering the last few cards as he did. He sat where he was for a few moments, blinking, while Ryou stared at him, baffled on what to do. He took a couple of steps forward, and something about that seemed to tell Shou that it was time to express his displeasure at having fallen. He screwed up his face, tilted his head back, and howled at the top of his lungs. "Mama!" Shou's cry bounced around the apartment until Marufuji Airi stepped in there, took one look at what was going on, and hurried right over to her younger son. "There, there," she murmured, taking him into her arms. "You're all right. See? Not even a scratch." Assured by a quick warm glance that his mother wasn't going to blame him for Shou having fallen, Ryou started to pick up his cards, checking each one to reassure himself that they weren't harmed. Every duelist he'd seen on television made a point of saying how much they treasured their cards and how to take good care of them, and Ryou wasn't going to do any differently. "Mom," he started to say as he looked over. He lost the thread of his thoughts a moment later when he saw his brother had two of his cards in hand now, giggling once more, even as their mom held him. Shou bounced the two cards toward one another, eyes now bright with joy again, a stream of babble coming from his lips about what the cards were doing, who they were doing it with, and why they were doing it at all. Their mother listened to all of it, nodding in agreement, and Ryou decided then and there that if his parents wouldn't do it, he would save up his allowance and get Shou his own deck. Let him play with those cards and not with Ryou's. The End

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX Bath Night Chapter 1: Bath Night The wooden gate to the Osiris Red Baths opened, the sting of the cold night's air fought off by the sheer heat of the nearby hot springs. The ancient volcano had warmed these waters for longer than this island had known human inhabitants, and would for many decades to come. Two of its inhabitants made their way to the nearest spring, at different speeds. "YAHOOOO!" Judai rushed forward, his towel loosening itself to freedom as he leapt through the air and landed with a loud splash. Johan smiled, making his way at a slower pace. He placed a foot into the spring, finding it "ahhh," oh, that was good. He walked in, discarding his own towel as he submerged most of himself, Judai coming up for air at long last. He turned to Johan with a grin. "See? Told you this place was awesome." Judai leaned back. "The Obelisks can keep their fancy spa, this is how you bathe!" He stretched out his legs, creating small waves as he kicked lightly under the surface of the water. Johan leaned back too, smiling. He couldn't argue with that. His school was in the Arctic, and even with the extra hot baths there, the air was absolute wrath to unexposed skin at night. Not like here, next to a volcano and jungle, it was almost like night and day. He wondered if he could finally sleep in just his boxers. His thoughts were interrupted by a splash that covered him completely. As he spluttered, he could hear Judai laughing, and see him smiling when he finally got a look. "Gotcha." He laughed again, launching another barrage of water. "Why you-!" He struck back, meeting force with force, water with water, wave after wave crashing against each other. The two continued to splash, but all their efforts served to do was negate the other. So Judai got creative. "Heeya!" He leapt forward, meeting Johan's outstretched arms as the two struggled, laughing all the while as they tried to submerge the other. A show of strength found the two too closely matched to win with force. Judai slipped around Johan, countless hours of practice against Kenzan on this terrain working in his favour. He grabbed the blue-haired boy, pushing him, a second from winning, when "Whoh!" Judai tumbled forward, slipping over Johan's prostrated form and face-first into the water. Seconds later, Judai emerged, finding a smirking Johan staring down at him. "I win." Judai pouted, splashing Johan's face again. When Johan cleared his vision, he found a grinning Judai staring back up at him. With an offered hand, Johan soon had his friend on his feet again. The pair walked out, locating some choice bathroom supplies nearby. Didn't Tome say something about the students not cleaning up? In a moment, Johan located shampoo and wash-cloths, and what had Judai found - "Kinda big, isn't it?" Judai looked at the scrubber he was holding. "You think?" "Yeah." He'd seen brushes that big used on animals. Judai just shrugged, taking the bottle and applying copious amounts of its contents to his head and upper body as he sat down. Now he needed a wash - "Here, Judai. Let me." "Hm?" Johan was already behind him, applying a damp rag to his back and scrubbing. Judai smiled as Johan went to work. The boy's hands travelled up his back, coming to a stop near his shoulders. "Hmm, stiff." Judai was about to enquire, but a sudden groan was extracted from him. Johan had pressed his fingers into his shoulders, and it was good. Oh, had he built up tension, class was soooo boring! He could swear to Yugi Muto himself, Chronos-sensei was trying to bore him to death. He groaned again as Johan pressed harder. Oh, he was good, but it wasn't fair to keep this to himself... "Hey, Johan." Johan stopped. "Let me try." Johan nodded, turning around. Judai quickly got to work on cleaning Johan's back, quickly rising to Johan's shoulders. Johan groaned, loudly. "Mmm, that's good." Judai's nimble fingers got to work. "You're pretty good at this." Judai smiled. "You too." Unbeknownst to them, a certain pair of spirits were hidden behind a rock, their faces ripe with something between shock and terror. "K-Kuri." Look. "Bie. Ru bie." No, you look. They'd just come by to see what their partners were up to and found them doing something in the water. Something which, if they were right, was something they'd overheard in their travels around their respective campuses. If what they were hearing were any indication... Why the hell would their partner have interest in the owner of a jewelled rat/flying furball? The two remained, the moans of the pair echoing across the springs now and then. Too scared to take in the vision, yet too morbidly curious to just leave, the pair remained, trying to figure out exactly what was going on from the sounds, but they were too far away to be sure. They wondered how long before they finished... "Get the bucket, we need to clean this off." They stopped wondering. The sounds of water being poured were soon heard, washing away... what they really didn't want to know about. Moments later, they heard the finale, Johan's words being the first. "That was fun. We should do this again sometime." "Yeah! We should bring Sho and Kenzan too!" Neither spirit could meet their partner's eye the next day...

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX Chubby Hubby Chapter 1: Chubby Hubby Set post-GX with established Ryo/Fubuki. Slight fluff. Ryo sifted through the piles of photos and handed one to Fubuki. "And this is me at Samejima's dojo, where I learned about the cyber legacy," he explained. Fubuki took it from him and stared at it, his eyes widening considerably. Photos of Ryo's childhood, or any photos of Ryo, were rare, as he disliked posing for pictures and disliked smiling even more. Despite this, he and Fubuki were surrounded by a sea of photos from both their childhoods that they were attempting to organize into a scrapbook or album of some kind. Unfortunately, what had started out as an attempt to clean out their closets had turned into a trip down memory lane, and both their legs were getting sore from being cramped on the floor of their bedroom for so long. Fubuki giggled. Ryo frowned. "What's so funny?" he asked. Fubuki answered him with another giggle while continuing to stare at the photo. Ryo glanced curiously over his shoulder, wondering if there was something in the picture he had missed, like a funny face in the background or someone giving him bunny ears. But there was nothing, just Ryo standing in the center of the photo looking determined. Which apparently Fubuki found hilarious, because his giggling had advanced into uncontrollable fits of laughter. "Fubuki, what is so funny?" Fubuki took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down enough to talk, then looked back at the photo and burst out laughing again. Ryo slapped him lightly on the shoulder, feeling a bit impatient. "I'm serious! What are you laughing about?" "You!" Fubuki cried between gasps for breath. Ryo shrugged a bit defensively. "What about me? It's just a picture of me from the dojo when I was nine years old. What's so funny about that?" Fubuki sat up and wiped a tear away from his eyes, grinning like the Cheshire cat. He slapped an arm around Ryo's shoulders, squeezing him hard. "Oh, Ryo. Ryo, Ryo, Ryo," Fubuki muttered, shaking his head while continuing to smile. "Yes?" Ryo said with a hint of a growl in his voice. "Ryo, there's no nice way to say this, so I'll just be blunt. You were one fat kid." Ryo drew back, startled. He certainly hadn't been expecting that. But then he narrowed his eyes as he digested what Fubuki had said. "I am not fat, Fubuki." "Not anymore, but back then...you were chubby." Ryo's glare quickly went from indignant to angry. "I have not, nor have I ever been, fat or 'chubby,'" he replied as calmly as he could. "Ryo, look at yourself!" Fubuki gestured frantically towards the photo. "Look at those cheeks!" "It was just baby fat," Ryo said, knocking the photo out of Fubuki's hands. "All kids have that." "At nine years old? I don't think so. You saw those pictures of me and Asuka from when we were nine, and we were way skinnier than you. Even Shou's cheeks were smaller than yours!" "Think what you want, Fubuki," Ryo muttered, rolling his eyes. "You really can't deny it, Ryo. And look at your legs, they're huge!" "I was wearing the dojo uniform. The legs are extra baggy to allow movement. Samejima's pants made him look big too." Fubuki nodded, never looking up from the photo cradled in his palms. "Okay, I'll give you that one, but still, you were pretty big around the hips and waist, and those cheeks...Ryo, what did you eat that gave you such a chipmunk face?" "Enough," Ryo said sharply. "Just put the picture with the others and move on." "Whatever you say, tubster." "Fubuki!" "No need to shout, Roly-Poly." "I mean it. Stop." "Sure thing, pudgy." That last one earned Fubuki a smack upside the head. Ryo snatched the photo away from him and shoved it to the bottom of his pile, making a note to burn it later. "Aw, come on Ryo, lighten up," Fubuki pleaded, massaging the side of his head. "I will as soon as you stop insulting me." Fubuki held up his hands. "Well, fine, jeez. It's not my fault your parents never put you on weight watchers." "They didn't need to because I wasn't fat," Ryo spat. "Speaking of fat, why don't you roll on over to the kitchen and get us some daifuku?" Fubuki asked, giggling in spite of getting smacked by Ryo again, this time on the cheek. The former Kaiser shoved the pile of photos to the side and stalked out of the room. He was soon followed by a sheepish Fubuki. Fubuki put his hand on Ryo's shoulder, which he immediately shrugged off. Fubuki sighed. "I'm sorry, Ryo. You know I didn't mean it." "Mm." Ryo didn't turn around. "Seriously, you were a cool kid back then. And you're a cool guy now. I was just having some fun." Ryo murmured something that vaguely sounded like he accepted Fubuki's apology. "I just have to ask you one thing," he said, biting his lip to keep from laughing. "What?" Ryo snapped. "Well, Samejima was the one who ran the whole thing, right?" Ryo knew Fubuki knew the answer to that. "Yes. Why?" "He's kind of a big guy, isn't he?" "I suppose," Ryo replied cautiously, not liking where the conversation was going. Fubuki practically shook with pent-up laughter. "That being the case, was that really a dojo for the cyber legacy or was it fat camp?"

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX Consequences Chapter 1: Consequences Consequences Summary: What if Syrus lost more than the duel? Could it be possible for him to lose... his life? Set after episode 95. Warnings: Shounen-ai, Almost Character death Couple: Syrus/Zane Disclaimer: Not mine. Nor are the four characters in this, Jaden, Alexis, Zane, and Syrus. "Please help, my friend needs help!" Jaden exclaimed fearfully as he cradled Syrus in his arms. "Sy...Sy, open your eyes," Jaden pleaded. "Please..." Alexis ran over to Jaden instantly. "We need to get him to the hospital." Jaden nodded and carefully picked up Syrus in his arms, taking him back to the Academy. Zane was still there, acting as if nothing had happened. "Sy..." Jaden whispered worriedly as he looked at his unconscious best friend. They had been through so much together... this couldn't be it, could it? Syrus was so strong during that duel... why did the gods have to be so cruel and let him lose? He could've won! He could've gotten his older brother back... That's the way this world works, I suppose, Jaden thought to himself as the nurses took Syrus into surgery. Both he and Alexis sat on chairs in the waiting room, worried sick for Syrus. They saw Zane pass by a few times, and that led Jaden to think... Does he care for him? Suddenly, everything went hectic in the E.R. Jaden and Alexis looked up in alarm. "We're losing him!" That was all Jaden needed to send him into a fit of anger. This was all Zane's fault! he thought in his head. If Zane hadn't put those chains on Syrus, none of this would've happened! What happened to respecting your opponent in a duel? he thought to himself. Suddenly, a nurse came out covered in blood. Jaden and Alexis stood up immediately, ready for anything. Alexis had her hand on Jaden's shoulder to calm him down, but nothing was working. "Well... how is he?" "He's awake, but only just," the nurse replied, and both of them sighed. "Can we see him?" "Yes... of course, let me show you where he is," she paused when she saw Zane in the room with Syrus. Jaden's anger increased. How dare he go in there! He caused all of this! he thought to himself. Alexis hugged him in a comforting manner. "They're brothers, there's nothing we can do about that, Jay." Jaden sighed and slightly leaned against her, looking at the two brothers. Actually, Zane seemed pretty much back to normal... back to... himself now... was it Syrus being in pain or near death that brought him back? He saw Zane clutching Syrus' extremely pale hand. Syrus was clutching on just as hard, if not harder. He heard some words being exchanged, but didn't know what they were because Alexis dragged him off before he could get a chance to hear. "Hey, where are we going?" "We'll come back later, this is a private moment," Alexis told him and dragged him off to the Slifer dormitories. Zane clutched at Syrus' pale hand tightly, not willing to let it go. He could not believe that he had caused this... for Syrus to be in pain... near death... Don't leave... you can't, he thought to himself sadly. "Z...Zane...?" came a voice from the bed. Zane looked over, seeing Syrus' eyes slowly open, inch by inch. "Oh...Sy..." "It's alright...Zane..." "How can you forgive me?" Zane almost yelled. "After all I've done?" "It's not your fault," Syrus breathed. "You were possessed, not your fault." "Oh Syrus," Zane whispered and hugged him gently. Syrus wrapped his tiny arms around Zane's neck, holding on tightly. "I love you, Zane." "Oh, I love you, Syrus," Zane replied, clutching at his brother as if he were the only thing keeping him alive. Suddenly, there was a long beep. Zane paled and looked at the heart monitor. A long, thin line went across it. He looked at Syrus. His eyes were closed as if he were just in a peaceful sleep. At least I got the chance to tell him... goodbye, Syrus, Zane thought, kissing the top of his head first, then his lips. As he was just about to walk out of the room, a steady beep on the heart monitor came back. "Z...Zane.." a voice whispered hoarsely. Zane rushed back to the bed. There were Syrus' beautiful silver eyes staring right at him weakly. "Oh Syrus," Zane whispered, hugging him gently, not willing to let go. Seven Months Later Syrus had been released from the hospital. Zane had quit underground dueling and was now back at the pro league. But he came to visit Syrus every chance he got. Jaden was still angry for having caused all of this madness, even if Syrus forgave him. "Jaden, there's a lot more going on between them than you know," Alexis said that day, coming to sit beside him in the Slifer dormitories. Syrus was hanging out with Zane, he had come to visit. "What do you mean?" Alexis sighed. "You haven't seen the signs, Jay?" Jaden shook his head. "They are in love." Jaden paled. "...WHAT?! After all Zane did to Syrus?!" "That's just love's way, Jaden," Alexis replied with a smile and left him alone with his thoughts. Well, Sy... I hope you're happy, Jaden thought to himself with a small smile. And... if Zane ever, EVER hurts you... he'll have to answer to me!

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX Daily Grind Chapter 1: Daily Grind I decided to write a manga verse fic because there are so few of them, and nothing really features these characters. So, I hope you enjoy this first David x Reggie fic ever, I think. Just so you know, it never says that Reggie is from Texas in canon, but I thought it would fit rather well. The tranquility of morning was a peaceful sight. Dew still clung to the lush blades of grass, and the sun had just barely finished rising. The temperature was perfect, not too hot, but not too cold either. Who would want to stay in bed during a perfect time such as this? Surely, everyone must have been outside, holding hands and singing joyous songs, and... "Fucking alarm clock..." Okay, maybe not everyone. A slim, manicured hand reached out from the tangle of blankets and slapped the poor clock into silence. Reggie groaned. Was it morning already? She could have sworn that she had just fallen asleep a couple of hours ago. On second thought, she had been kept up for a long time last night. David was always horny after winning a bunch of duels in a row. Oh well, no time to dwell on that now. It was time to make breakfast. Reggie slipped out of bed, leaving David still snoring away on the other side. He could sleep through just about anything, including alarm clocks. The first thing Reggie noticed when she entered the main room of the suite was a piece of paper shoved under the door. She rolled her eyes. Another one of these noise notifications? Jesus, these Japanese people were sensitive. Hello? Hadn't they ever heard of earplugs? Reggie crumpled the paper in her hands as she walked to the kitchen/dining room area. Let's see, what to make for breakfast today? Would David want eight pancakes or ten? Might as well make twelve, just to be safe. And it would probably be wise to use a whole package of bacon this time. Yesterday, she had only used half of one, and David had gotten mad. As previously noted, David could sleep through any noise. There could be a whole brass band playing at his bedside, and he wouldn't budge. Yet, the slightest whiff of food was enough to bring him out of even the deepest slumber. Sure enough, as soon as the bacon made contact with the frying pan, Reggie heard heavy footsteps making their way out of the bedroom. "Where's breakfast?" David grumbled as he sat down at the kitchen table. Reggie was unfazed at this rude greeting. "And good morning to you, too," she replied coolly without even turning her head. David muttered under his breath, but said no more. He knew full well that if he pushed Reggie too far, he would get a smack on the fingers from her spatula. Reggie decided to change the subject to a more positive note. "They've chosen the final eight people," she noted as she turned the pancakes over. "Mm-hmmm," David replied. "So who's gonna get their asses handed to them today?" David thought for a moment. "Well, I'm pretty sure I'm going to be crushing that Asuka girl..." "Oh god, not that bitch. I can't stand her!" "I agree wholeheartedly, Reg. And you have to go up against that Misawa guy. You know what you have to do." Reggie pouted. "Do I have to?" she whined half-heartedly. There was no reply from David, but it was really a rhetorical question. David knew what was best for them, so she had to do what he said. "Very well, then," she sighed as she deftly tipped both pancakes and bacon onto a large serving platter. David would get it all, of course. Reggie would only consume cereal and tea, since she didn't want to get fat. David may have claimed Yuki Judai as his arch-nemesis, but the two were more alike than they realized. If they ever held an eating competition, Reggie was quite sure that it would end in a draw. David gulped down his breakfast so quickly, Reggie started wondering if she should have made two packages of bacon. Thankfully, though, David was satisfied. "You Texans really can cook, you know that?" he said before belching. Reggie frowned. "Watch your manners, David," she warned, "else these people will never take us seriously. Now go get dressed... the tournament starts in an hour, and we'll be disqualified if we're late. And please try not to say the word 'me' in English today. I think it kind of pisses people off." David waved off Reggie's advice with a "Yeah, yeah, whatever." It was obvious that he had not even listened to that last part. As David slouched back to the bedroom, Reggie waited. In about twenty minutes, he emerged; showered, shaved, and impeccably dressed. There was no sign of the slob who had rudely demanded breakfast such a short time ago. Reggie found it amazing how he managed to make this transformation every single morning. It was Reggie's turn next, and she tried to get ready as quickly as possible. Sure, it always took time to put on all her makeup, but she decided to just skip the volumizing hairspray and curlers today. David did his usual pounding on the door and demanding what was taking so long, but Reggie could tell he wasn't really angry. In fact, he had a little surprise up his sleeve. As they were walking out the door, David tugged on Reggie's sleeve. "You know I love you, right?" Reggie just smiled. "Of course. Now hurry up... we've got some butt-kicking to do."

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX Election Day Chapter 1: Election Day And I'm back again, this time with some evil satire directed at today's presidential election. Before anyone asks me, I support Obama, and no, I'm not going into a friggin' political discussion on a fanfiction website. This story was not meant to offend anybody who supports any candidate. It's just a funny political satire, though if you really want to see masters at this in action, check out Jibjab on YouTube. I don't own anything. I'm only using the dub names for clarification; I prefer the Japanese names, and that is not turning into a discussion on the reviews, got it? Election Day "How come I don't get to vote? I'm as old as Yusuke and Zane," Atticus whined, pouting and trying to kick Jaden in the crotch. He missed and got himself in the sweet spot, but Jaden panicked and fell over, impaling his crotch on a fireplace poker. "OW!" Both of them started crying really loudly. Alexis opened the door. "WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP AND BE QUIET!" Both did and looked at her. "What're ya talking about, sis? I thought I gave the right answers!" "RIGHT ANSWERS? You told the tester that Patrick Henry was his middle name, Lafayette was a French brand of cheese, and George Washington was the guy who built the Washington monument in the capital, which was apparently Sandwich, MA!" "But that was right!" "No, it wasn't!" "Yes, it—" "Are you two at it again?" Jaden yelped and fainted out of fear as Bastion seemingly appeared out of nowhere, his nose stuck in a book that was titled Modern Chess Openings. "Oh dear," the genius commented calmly as he stepped over a prone Jaden, "Looks like I scared the blimmin' devil out of the poor chap. So, how many people do you think will vote for Cynthia McKinney?" Alexis snorted and immediately forgot about her brother. "The Green Party? Who the hell ever heard of them? No chance." "Bob Barr?" "Old fart." "That's McCain." "They're both going to die soon." Syrus joined in the conversation. "Said who?" Bastion challenged. "McCain's 70 something!" "His mom's still alive!" "So what?" "Anyway," Alexis put in hastily, "what about Chuck Baldwin?" Bastion snorted. "Hypocritical jackass. His website says a vote on him won't be wasted because a vote on McCain will be wasted. What the bloody devil!" Syrus nodded wisely. "Plus people only vote for Ralph Nader because of his name." "Which is ugly." Aster entered the room and sank into a couch, sighing. "Some people would disagree, you know," came Chazz's voice as he also entered the room. He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway. "Isn't Ralph Nader that mouse in Cinder—" Atticus was cut off by Chazz coming over and sitting on top of him. "Shut up…." "Stupid dueling dick!" Jaden screamed out suddenly, making Syrus yelp. "Aniki! What're you saying?!" "I was dueling a dick…and I thought I was gonna die…" Jaden drifted off again. Aster sighed. "Anyway, so who're you gonna support, McCain or—" Jaden's hand immediately flew up as he screamed, "I PLAY POT OF GREE—" "Good Lord," Bastion murmured as he pinned Jaden down and used some string to tie him up. "What does it take for a lad to get some rest around here?" "Quite a lot," Alexis growled. "Anyway, I like McCain." "Really? I like Obama better," Syrus commented. "Are you kidding me?" Chazz exploded. "You—" This might have turned into a normal, boring political discussion if it weren't for the presence of two very…special people, named Jaden and Atticus. As everyone got more heated, Atticus suddenly threw himself off of the couch, toppling a startled Chazz over, and ran into the kitchen screaming, "FREEDOM!" Alexis's eyes widened. "Shit! Mom was having a wine party and we haven't cleaned up! And Atticus is underage….Oh shit! Shit! Shit!" There was a loud crash and Atticus, with glazed eyes, staggered into the living room. He picked Syrus up, sat down on a couch, and plopped the smaller boy into his lap, then began stroking his chin gently with a finger. "Oh yes, I think you would look absolutely perfect in a dress. A pink one, with white fr—" Syrus, who had started blushing furiously, socked Atticus in the face and hopped off the pervert's lap, screaming loudly, "HELP!" Jaden chose this time to wake up. The first thing he saw was a mop of light blue hair circling around getting chased by something brown and screaming like a girl. There was only one conclusion— "EVERYBODY RUN! WE'RE GETTING INVADED BY MARTIANS!" Shrieking and cursing the name of "Parah Salin", Jaden ran out the door, snagging his boxers on the doorknob and getting his pants pulled down as he continued. Zane and Yusuke returned home to Jaden looking like he'd been chased out of the bathroom, Syrus screaming and getting chased around by Atticus making kissy noises and holding out a disgustingly frilly pink dress, and Chazz sitting around with a twitching eyebrow and a random banana peel sitting on his head. Everybody froze at the appearance of the Kaiser. Zane blinked. "Did I miss something?"

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX Emo Corner: Jaden Style! Chapter 1: Emo Corner: Jaden Style! WhiteLadyDragon asked for this one, and I couldn't refuse, even though I don't know exactly how I'm going to do this one. Being a Zaniac, I don't relate to Jaden very well – we're polar opposites. Well, my brain's going to explode, but you might get a decent crackfic out of it. This edition is dedicated to WhiteLadyDragon and Angel Duelist 153. Warning: Do I even have to say it? This story contains a lot of crack. Message: Everybody wants puppies. Even in pounds, they're basically safe. Consider adopting an older dog that needs some love, like a retired greyhound. Always go to a shelter; these dogs will love you forever, and I promise you'll love them back. Get a shelter cat while you're at it. I'm going to start including these messages from now on. Emo Corner: Jaden Style! "But everyone keeps calling me a Sue!" Alexis complained, appealing for a stay in my corner. I'd lured Zane out with Pocky, a bus ticket, and a Hot Topic gift card. "You are a Sue," I said. "Goodbye. Leave on your own, or I'll release the wolves." I had recently invested in wolves – four of them. Alexis left, replaced by Jaden. I sighed. He hadn't even appealed; he'd seized the corner and was rocking back and forth in a fetal position. "Oh, fine," I sighed. "What's your problem?" "I'm possessed," Jaden said. "This is an emo corner, not an exorcist. You may want to go somewhere else," I suggested. "I've got several appointments waiting, including Syrus." "I killed half my friends," Jaden said. "Um... okay... they're back, you know," I said. "I wouldn't know if there are hard feelings; ask them." "I almost flushed my teacher down the toilet," Jaden continued. "Uh... good for you?" I replied. "I made exploding muffins with Syrus, and Zane is going to kill me!" Jaden exclaimed. "Why?" I asked. "We were at his house; muffin mix coated the walls. I want to angst now, because I'm eighteen and I've got to be mature and realize that dueling for fun is stupid. I'm not respecting my friends, and someone's going to make a Kaiser reference, because he got all emo and non-respecting at eighteen. I'm just going to be a big jerk, even though my hair looks cooler now. Come to think of it, it actually kind of looks like Sasuke's, which makes some sense of the angst, and why a cockatoo was flirting with me the other day." I readied a log-catapult in case Sasuke himself showed up. He didn't, but I kept the catapult loaded anyway. "Jaden, I know you have problems, but I've rescheduled Syrus's appointment twice already. Can you come back later?" I asked. "Noooo..." Jaden whined. "So much for maturity..." I muttered. "Kick me out, and I shall destroy you!" Haou screamed. "Oh, shut up," I snapped. "Don't make me call Zane and let him sic Cyber End on your ass." "He's at the mall, trying on clothes," Jaden said. "Damn... hmm... I could ask Chazz to sic Armed Dragon on your ass, but he's pouting..." "Face it; you cannot beat me! Muha-ha?" Haou squeaked as my Victory Dragon, courtesy of Shonen Jump, towered over him. "You were saying?" I asked sweetly. "Um... nothing?" "Good. You have ten minutes; get whatever angst you have built up out by then, because after that, I'm booting you, no matter what. Syrus is having a nervous breakdown about a certain stupid Kaiser who's half-killed himself for the third time, if you count that time with one exception to my love of vampires." "She was ugly," Jaden said. "U-G-L-Y." "Yes, thank you for killing her," I said. "That's one of the few times I've cheered like crazy for you." "Is that an insult or a compliment?" Jaden asked. "I don't know. Seven minutes," I replied. "Damn! Well... my favorite card was evil, so I blasted her into space, and I also sent my weird drawings, and the weird drawings turned into Neospacians, and Yubel turned more evil, and then I turned all creepy with weird gold eyes, and sacrificed and/or killed half my friends, and then Kaiser gave me a pep talk, and then he died, and Syrus screamed a lot, and then I dueled Yubel, and I beat her, and everyone came back except Kaiser, because he died, but then he showed up, washed up on the beach, and a week later, half-killed himself again, and I had to duel with Alexis as a partner, and she screamed at me for sacrificing her monster, and of course, I'm possessed now, and my eyes are two different colors, and Duel Spirits keep absorbing into me, and it's weird!" Jaden/Haou/Judai exclaimed in one breath. I blinked. "Wow," I said. "Just... wow... and you still have four minutes, I'm scared to say." "Emma," Zane said, walking in, "you would not believe how crowded Hot Topic was. I was lucky I got there early, before all the emo guys showed up; they're all so damn skinny... by the time they left, there were no size 0's." "You're one to talk," I said. "Those are 0's? They look huge on you." "Yeah, I think they're supposed to... Syrus is entering hyper-freakout mode, by the way," Zane said. "Oh, right. Jaden, out," I said. "But—" Jaden started to say. "Zane?" I asked. "I'm on it," Zane replied. Cyber End roared, and Jaden scampered. Well, that might have bombed, but what do I know? Review, please! And to those who didn't like it, I'm sorry! I'm not good with Jaden!

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX End of a Life Chapter 1: End of a Life Title: End of a Life Character: Nero's grandfather, Nero Chapters: 1-1 | Words: 1,000 Genre: Tragedy | Rated: PG Notes: For reference, this guy is the old man that Jim and O'Brien saved from the Battle Footballers in episode 138 of GX. Summary: He's had a long life and now he must stare the end in the face. All he wishes is that his grandson wasn't going to die with him. "Nero!" He called for his grandson; the boy had to be around here somewhere. Just where was the question in truth. Nero could seldom be kept down except by extreme exhaustion and not always then. Keeping track of him was difficult for anyone, let alone someone as old as he was. But there wasn't anyone else who could or would watch over the boy. They didn't have anyone else left in their family. His daughter, Nero's mother, had died fighting Haou's warriors not all that long ago, and his father fell in Brron's arena three seasons earlier. He tried not to think about it very much. It hurt to remember that moment when her life points had dropped to zero and her eyes widened in shock when she realized what had happened. He'd managed to flee with Nero at the time, escaping by the barest of margins. Nero didn't talk about it either, but from that moment on, he'd been obsessed with becoming a duelist and defeating Haou and all of his warriors. The rusted duel disk that he carried now was the one that his mother had used. He hadn't wanted his grandson to take it, but Nero grabbed it anyway, holding it close. He'd buried the deck, at least, as was proper for a duelist. He did not like dueling or duelists, but he gave his daughter what she deserved. She'd given it her best. Even if he'd wanted to duel now, he couldn't. Too old, too tired, his body worn to the dregs by weariness, old age, and the ravages of old age itself. His fingers swelled with joint disease, preventing him from drawing even if he'd had a deck to draw from. Some days were better than others, but he never had a day completely free of pain. "Nero!" He called again, wanting some sort of answer. They'd only arrived home a short time earlier, with those two young warriors who'd saved them from Haou's Battle Footballers. He did not want to anger Burgundy-sama by Nero getting into trouble again. This was the closest thing to a home that they'd had ever since his daughter's death. Nero's obsession with defeating Haou had had them driven from other villages. But here, people seemed to understand. Most of them felt much the same way. At least no one had yet offered to teach Nero how to duel. He didn't think he could stand that. He also didn't think he would be able to stand in Nero's way if someone did. He didn't want to see his grandson fading away as so many others had, but it wasn't as if not dueling would save his life, either. If anything, not dueling would make his end that much worse. He'd seen it before. "Grandfather!" Nero came racing around the corner of a tumbled-down cottage, tumbling to a halt in front of him, his eyes wide and full of fright. That alone terrified the old man. Nothing scared Nero save one thing. "Haou's troops are coming!" His voice rose loud enough for everyone to hear it, and in moments the entire village resembled an anthill poked by a hot stick. Nero planted himself in front of his grandfather, rusted and broken duel disk in front of him. "I'll protect you, grandfather!" "Nero, we need to find a way out of here," the old man murmured, resting a hand on the child's shoulder. "There's nothing that we can do." And there was no way out. He knew the village well from the time they'd already spent here. There was only one gate, and it was from that direction that Haou's warriors came. Nero didn't move. "Don't worry, grandfather," he said, looking up with fear and courage mixed in his eyes. "I won't let them hurt you." Oh, Nero. He wanted to find a way to escape, to give his grandson a chance to grow up somewhere else, somewhere free of the nightmares that were life in this world. But with every passing moment, Haou's warriors grew closer, and there was no chance to get away. He'd lived a long life in this harsh world, longer than many who couldn't fight in duels. He'd raised a daughter and taken care of a grandson and done whatever he'd had to in order to survive. Now that he could see the end of his life staring him in the face, he knew there wasn't anything that he regretted about the past. The palisade of sharpened wood in front of the village didn't take very long for Haou's army to get rid of. All of those who could fight, be it in dueling or with weapons, stood in front of those who couldn't, ready to give their lives if that was what it took. They meant nothing at all to him, the old man knew. Less than nothing. He didn't see who ripped Nero away from him, but he heard a mocking laugh and jeers from those who saw Nero's rusted duel disk and mocked him for dreams that would never come true. He never saw who killed Nero. Or who killed him. The End Note: Thank you for reading, and I hope that you enjoyed the story. Please let me know what you thought of it if at all possible.

This is a fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX Chapter 1: Fixed Author: Dragon Radar Rating: T, or PG-13 Title: Fixed Summary: Jaden and Syrus have a terrible fight. Are they ready to give up on each other, or is there still hope for reconciliation? Judai/Sho, Yaoi, One Shot "That's bullshit, Jaden, and you know it! Why do you always do this?" "I'm not the one being stupid, Syrus. You made a fool out of me!" The argument ended in a fierce glaring contest. Jaden was standing by the window, half looking like he wished he could just jump out of it. Syrus was standing by the door, a half-packed bag dangling from his hand. The bag handles slipped out of his weak grasp and clunked to the floor. Syrus slumped bonelessly against the door frame. These fights took so much out of him, it seemed. Jaden crossed to the bed and sat down, running his fingers through his brown hair. "I'm tired of feeling like this, Syrus. What changed?" Syrus looked sadly across the room and out the window, searching for answers in the ocean beyond. "I don't know. I guess we just grew up. People change, you know." "You changed. I stayed the same." Syrus didn't deny it. "Maybe we should see other people, Jaden." "Why? Why don't we work anymore? I need answers, Syrus. I need to know if I'm ever going to be able to…move on. I have to know." Syrus started crying. He was always crying now, or so it seemed to Jaden. "I guess…I guess I just can't belong to you anymore. I mean, I can't live my entire life in your shadow, Jaden. Maybe I did flirt with that guy. Maybe I just wanted you to see me again." "You mean…you flirted with that jerk to provoke me?" "No! There you go again! It's always all about you, isn't it? I flirted with him to make you see that I'm not just your…your…sidekick! I know you love the limelight, and I'm okay with that. You can't help it. But I want to do things with my life, too. You completely take me for granted. I was entered in that competition, too, you know! I was doing pretty good until you came and demanded I come tag team with you," At this point, Jaden began yelling back. "I didn't demand anything! I just told you…" "What about my duel? You made me look like I was your bitch, Jaden! But no more. Zane's always telling me that I'll never make something of myself if I'm always following you around. I'm finally starting to listen to him. Is that enough explanation for you?" "You know what? I'm so sick of hearing about what Zane tells you! Zane also tells you that your feelings are wrong and that you should settle down with some stupid girl!" "Yeah, well maybe I should!" Jaden had the gall to laugh at him mockingly, as if saying outright he wasn't 'man' enough for a woman. "Sure, Sy, find a girl that will give it to you in the ass and I'm sure you'll be very happy together." "Shut up, Jaden! You're just being cruel now!" "Well maybe next time you won't provoke me! What! Now that you've got it you don't like the attention?" Jaden said harshly, crossing the room and going so far as to push Syrus angrily. Syrus looked a little dumbfounded that Jaden had actually pushed him. "You – you – bastard!" Syrus roared. "I'd rather be a bastard than a slut like you," Jaden boomed. "I'm not a slut! You're the only person I've ever been with, and you know that. I flirt with one guy – who doesn't even give me the time of day, mind you – and now I'm a slut. This from Mr. Popular, who screwed half of the Obelisk Blue girls' dormitory before realizing that you were sticking your bits in the wrong place!" "Is that jealousy I hear?" Jaden shouted back. Syrus just shook his head in disbelief. "Listen to yourself! You don't even make sense! First you're calling me a slut for flirting, and then you admit to sleeping with all these random bimbos, and then accuse me of being jealous! This is stupid. I'm not arguing with you anymore." "Yeah, whatever," Jaden spat irritably, dropping onto the bottom bunk heavily. "Go run to your precious big brother and his annoying girlfriend and cry your little heart out about how terrible I am to you. Wouldn't be the first time you go around spreading our personal business all over the place." "You – Ugh! You're going to regret this later, Jaden! Alexis used to be your friend, and you used to respect my brother, too. Now all you want to do is hang out with Chazz and Bastion and pretend like we're just as happy as they are because you have some stupid rivalry with Chazz, even in this! I'm sick of it! I'm not one of your fucking dueling trophies!" "Of course not, Syrus. Do you really think I could be that egotistical? No, you're not a trophy." Syrus paused, his foot half-way out the door. Was Jaden finally seeing sense? "You said it yourself. You're. My. SIDEKICK!" "UGH! I HATE YOU, JADEN YUKI! GO TO HELL!" With that, Syrus slammed the door and began to storm down the hall. He made it about half way down before he realized he hadn't grabbed any clothes. He stopped, sinking down against the wall until he was curled into a tight ball. Someone poked their head out of their dorm and then closed the door again upon spotting him. Syrus heard the person say, "It's just Jaden and Syrus at each other's throats again. I wish they'd just break up already so we could get some sleep around here!" He started crying helplessly, sobbing into his folded arms. It all just seemed so hopeless. He really didn't want to crash at Zane's again. Each time he did, the pressure his brother put on him to leave Jaden just doubled. Of course, Syrus couldn't help but tell him everything, even knowing he was just giving Zane more ammunition. He knew it was wrong to tell Zane all about what should have been private conversations between himself and Jaden, but when he was upset it was so hard not to let it all out to anyone that was willing to listen. In the old days, his confidante had been Jaden. Now, though, his brother and Alexis were the only two people that stuck by him. All of the rest of his friends weren't really his. Jaden hogged them just like he did everything else. He pulled his glasses off and mopped at his eyes with the sleeve of his red jacket – yet another sacrifice for Jaden. He'd been offered a spot in Obelisk Blue, mostly because his brother had made a big deal about it and he'd really pulled his grades up, but Jaden had refused to join Obelisk, too, so he'd stayed behind. Another opportunity wasted because Jaden liked to be the underdog. Zane had been furious when he found out all of his work had been for nothing. Syrus had changed his mind and wanted to stay a Slifer because of Jaden – always for Jaden. Nothing was ever for Syrus. It was never his victory, never his moment in the sun. Syrus thought miserably of the guy he'd flirted with at the competition. He had looked stupid, he knew. The truth was that he didn't know how to flirt with anyone. He'd never done it before. He'd fallen in love with Jaden and Jaden had started dating him once he was bored with all his girlfriends. At the time, he'd thought all his dreams were coming true. Now the shambles of their relationship was more like a living nightmare. The guy had been really good looking and so obviously gay. Syrus had complimented his looks, had simpered over what had honestly been a pretty unimpressive duel. The guy had told him (loudly) that he didn't go for scrawny little school boys. Most of the school had seen it, and those that hadn't soon got the gruesome blow by blow from their friends. Jaden had gotten really red, and then had actually grabbed his arm and hauled him off like he was some sort of misbehaving child. When they returned to the privacy of their dorm, they proceeded to argue about everything they could think of until it was dark outside and they'd missed dinner. It was quickly becoming their usual routine. Same old, same old. A hand dropped down on his shoulder. Syrus looked up startled to see the professor of his dorm. His kind, perpetually happy face looked serious for once. Pharaoh, his fat cat, purred at Syrus's feet. "Oh, hi, Professor. Sorry about the noise…" he trailed off, wishing he wasn't still crying so much. "Another fight?" 'Lord,' Syrus thought, 'Jaden was right. I really do have a big mouth. Even our teachers know all about us.' Before he could reply, Jaden appeared as well. "Yes, Professor, another fight," he flashed an accusing glare at Syrus for almost telling yet another person about their business, "But nothing that an apology won't fix. Come on, Syrus. Stop crying in the hallway. You're causing a scene." Syrus wanted to slap him. He wanted to kick him and hit him and scream at him in front of everyone. He got up obediently and followed him back to the room, shooting a hauntingly said, pain-filled glance at his professor before disappearing back inside. Pharaoh mewed plaintively. "Yes, Pharaoh, I know. There's still hope for them yet, though! We must be optimistic about these things. Young love is never easy." Syrus would have agreed wholeheartedly. "You forgot your bag," Jaden said flatly. The two of them stood as if eyeing each other before a fist fight. Syrus vowed that if Jaden raised his voice, scene or no scene, he was slamming the door again and sleeping by the bloody lake if that's what he had to do to get some peace. Syrus broke the staring contest by picking up the bag. His things had spilled out. He slowly went about re-folding them and packing the bag neatly. He'd probably need it sooner or later. Suddenly, Jaden's hands filled his vision as he knelt in front of him. They were shaking, and when he spoke, Jaden's voice was full of heartbreak. "I'm sorry, Syrus. I love you. Please stop packing. I hate seeing you packing." Cracking on the inside but still keeping his composure, Syrus replied. "Considering you hate seeing me pack, you certainly push me to do it often enough." Jaden surprised him by doing some crying of his own. "Stop, please, Syrus. Just stop. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll say it a million times if it will just fix things." "You can't just fix it by saying the magic words! It's not that simple! We can't fuck and make it all better! You hurt me, Jaden. You hurt me and hurt me until I don't even know why I keep trying with you. Even being alone has to be better than this terrible hurting inside." "Oh, baby, I know I do, and I'm trying so god-damn hard to stop what we're doing to each other. I'm running out of ideas." Syrus paused, and something clicked in his head. "So that's what that was all about last week when I came home to find you lounging on the bed covered in whipped cream. I thought that was kind of weird." Syrus closed his eyes and laughed. "That's your idea of how to fix this? A bottle of whipped cream?" Jaden pouted, not liking his idea being mocked. It did sound kind of stupid once Syrus put it like that. He'd just wanted to re-kindle the excitement. He'd thought mixing up the bedroom routine might help ease some of the tension. "Jaden…I don't even know what to say," Syrus confessed, his big gray eyes opening to show they were filled with amusement and pain at the same time. After a few moments spent in silent contemplation of each other, Syrus leaned forward and kissed Jaden's cheek brusquely. "I love you, and I just don't know what to do anymore." "Do you…do you really want to see other people? Like that Darren guy you hit on today?" Syrus looked away, picturing the handsome features of Darren…the cruel way he'd been rejected. He could be honest. He knew he'd never find someone better than Jaden. Jaden was handsome and successful and popular. A million times better than that muscle-bound thug Darren. If he lost Jaden, he'd probably be lonely for the rest of his life. He knew in his heart Jaden was the best he'd ever have. "I just want to be happy, Jaden. I'm tired of being the soap opera around here. I'm tired of being laughed at. I'm tired of being teased. Do you remember being fifteen? Can you believe I actually made a raft and wanted to leave school just because of a tag team duel? To be honest, I kind of feel like building that raft right now. I think now I have much better reasons to run away." Jaden was quiet, then he pushed the bag away from them and pulled Syrus across the gap and into his lap. "And what about your reason to stay, huh? Don't give up on me yet, Syrus. Remember how we were in that duel? You wanted to quit and I wouldn't let you." "You always believed in me, even when no one else did. Even when my own brother was ashamed of me." "I still believe in you, Syrus. I never quit seeing you. I see you every day, all the time. I see your beautiful eyes and your small hands and how you suck on your bottom lip when you're nervous, and sometimes I want you so badly…" "I've tried things to fix us, too," Syrus admitted softly. Jaden smiled against his forehead. "So that's what that collar and leash thing was all about," Jaden teased. Syrus blushed down to the tips of his toes. "Not really. I just like letting go of everything for awhile, you know? Letting you do all the thinking." "It would seem we've tried everything except actually talking to each other." "But we just end up fighting. I'm so sick of fighting, Jaden." "Well, we've already fought tonight, so no more of that. I think we should take our clothes off and lie in bed, and just hold each other and talk about things. I could never get mad at you when you're naked and I'm holding you. It's just impossible." As if a damn had been broken, Syrus broke down sobbing. "You pushed me!" he finally forced out. Jaden felt a whole new world of guilt. "That was terribly, terribly wrong of me. You said I'd regret it and I do, baby. I'd give up dueling if I could take it back." "You…would?" Syrus asked innocently, shocked by the sincere words that were so unexpected. "Of course I would, Syrus! I love you! I hate myself for hurting you." Syrus nodded, then pulled himself out of Jaden's arms and began to strip. "I think your idea is a good one." Moments later, Jaden lay on his back with Syrus resting his head on his chest. They talked. They talked until their voices nearly gave out and then they whispered. When they couldn't whisper anymore, because their eyes were so heavy with sleep, they blindly touched each other and communicated through strokes and squeezes. They both fell still and dreamed of exploring each other's bodies until the sun burned in the sky and chased away all the shadows. Jaden awoke with his throat throbbing and desperate for water. He didn't move to get up, though. Instead, a tan hand nestled into the blue mop of hair resting on his chest. Something was different about them now. He smiled softly, gently caressing Syrus's wild hair. Something felt fixed.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX Flickering Memories Chapter 1: Flickering Memories Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! GX or any of the characters depicted in the story. The proper rights are owned by the respective owners individually. Note: For Higuchimon. I hope you enjoy these drabbles, my friend! Flickering Memories by Satari-Raine Fujiwara laughed, leaning against Ryou as chuckles filled the serene air, soft breaths slipping from his lips. Ryou merely smiled, his eyes shut in calm pleasure, as he fell to the plush grass, his smile deepening slightly when Fujiwara pressed his back against Ryou's white-clad form. "I can see why they say you are the strongest, Fujiwara. That was an amazing duel," Ryou said. Fujiwara's response was a laugh: simple, pleased, yet exhausted. "Your skills are spectacular as well, Ryou; it was an even match of talent," he replied. Ryou couldn't argue with that and didn't see a reason why he should. As he leaned back, he felt himself seep away from all worries as the wind drifted around them, tickling his tingling skin. He couldn't argue that this moment felt simply overwhelming, real. He also couldn't argue about the fact that Fujiwara pressed against his back felt warmer than it should have. It was a little-known fact to many people at Duel Academia, but Fujiwara didn't do well with storms. Ryou groaned, tossing in his satin sheets as the thunder crashed in the turbulent sky, the roar echoing loudly in the spacious dormitory. Sitting up, he scanned the dark room, watching as the shadows danced against the flickers of lightning that sparked out from the glass window. As he shook his head, he glanced back at his hands, watching as they curled in his lap. "It's too violent tonight," he thought. Rain trickled against the window and pounded at the roof, relentless, and as the sound echoed in his ears, Ryou sighed one last time before slipping away from his room and into the dark hallway, his destination confirmed. It was a little-known fact that Fujiwara was afraid of storms, but it was one Ryou paid attention to. Something was wrong. Ryou frowned, his eyes ablaze in confusion and irritation, as he scanned over the dormitory, curious as to why he couldn't find Fujiwara. "He's been missing all day..." Opening his door, he found Fubuki sitting on his bed, hands in his lap, as the Tenjuoin stared out the window, stern in his posture. He turned to Ryou, his eyes solemn, as they scanned over the Marufuji's form. "Where is he, Fubuki? Have you seen him?" Ryou asked. Fubuki blinked, as if he didn't hear him, before a sigh was heard, and his head was shook, chestnut strands drifting against his shoulders. "So, all those questions about forgetting him...? Why he was so concerned about everyone, about me, remembering him?" Ryou thought. Ryou swallowed, shaken, unsure. Fubuki looked away before standing, his footsteps hollow against the floor. He paused at Ryou's side, casting him a saddened gaze, one that spoke of confusion and worry. A hand slipped from Ryou's shoulder, and footsteps faded away, leaving Ryou alone in the silence and shadows of his room. "Fujiwara?" Ryou thought, his mind numb. Ryou froze. Shock tingled in his veins, stimulating his numb skin, as he swallowed, staring at Fubuki with a somewhat composed, yet startled gaze. He shook his head once before tugging calloused fingers through sleek blue strands, the pull of the motion numb against his skull. Across the bed, Fubuki nodded, a serious yet whimsical smile gracing his lips. "He's...I remember now?" The sound was quiet in the room, and Fubuki couldn't help but chuckle at the tone of shock in his usually stoic friend's voice. "Yes, Ryou, we all remember now," Fubuki said. Ryou placed his head on his plush pillow and shut his eyes, allowing the memories to crash into him with raw force. Pale hands gripped soft sheets, knuckles glowing white in the darkened room, and as Fubuki trained on the action, he saw a slight trembling in his palm. "Fujiwara," Ryou thought, his heart heavy with emotion. Ryou couldn't believe it. After all those promises of branding Fujiwara into his brain, about all the claims that he would never forget him, the simple, brutal fact he now realized pounded against him, tightening his chest and pulsing in his head, as he scowled. He really had forgotten him. "I forgot you," the sentence was clipped, pained, as it slipped from Ryou's lips in a whispering rush. He knew what effect it would have on his friend, how it would alter his mind, for him to know that someone like Ryou had forgotten him, but it had to be said. He couldn't go through all that again. Fujiwara nodded, glancing away from Ryou's stare, before meeting him, depths of understanding and knowing, accepted disappointment reflected in the depths of his eyes. "I know. Everyone did. I...left everyone because of my foolishness, my mistakes," Fujiwara said, glancing down, his arms tight against his side, as Ryou's stare darkened. Reaching over, Ryou traced under his eye, skimming the seaweed bangs with his knuckle. It was a gentle action, one that spoke of familiarity of the past and secret promises of the future. Fujiwara looked up. "I won't forget you again, Fujiwara. I promise," Ryou said. Fujiwara offered a smile. "I promise I won't leave again," Fujiwara said. The promises were kept.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX Forget Me Not Chapter 1: Forget Me Not Warnings for implied sexual content, bondage, and knife play. Nothing is explicitly described, but it's there. Also, I was experimenting with a slightly disjointed style as far as the flow of time goes. That is all. On with the show. "You'll never forget me, right?" It's always the same question, and Edo has perfectly trained himself to smile, not even tugging at his bonds anymore, while he quietly murmurs back, "Never." And it's certainly not a lie, because whatever might happen, Edo will never, ever, forget about Fujiwara Yusuke. "No, you don't. You can't love. You're broken, just like me. That's why we're perfect." And in the end, Edo can't disagree with that. They meet for the first time because Edo is at Ryo's apartment, discussing Ryo's plans for a new league (or more; Edo is ranting, "Are you insane, Hell Kaiser!?" while Ryo grins and assures Edo that he's not) when Fubuki comes by with Fujiwara in tow. Edo smiles as politely as he can manage when it comes to Fubuki and nods slightly as he's introduced to Fujiwara, Fujiwara nodding back and saying quietly, "I remember you. When the Darkness…" his voice trailing off as what he's saying sinks in, and a strained sort of silence falls. A silence that is eventually broken by Fubuki making some asinine comment or another, and the tension soon enough bleeds away. Edo doesn't forget, though, and as soon as he gets a chance, he slides in close to Fujiwara and asks, low enough that no one else can hear, "The Darkness took a lot of people; why would you remember me?" A vaguely unnerving sort of smile slowly curves Fujiwara's lips as he studies Edo in silence for a moment before replying, "Because you're like me." "Orphaned?" Edo asks, remembering that Ryo had mentioned that about the older boy and unable to stop the defensive sneer that creeps into his voice. "No," Fujiwara looks far too pleased with himself as he looks Edo square in the eye, "broken." Edo knows that Fujiwara's assessment of him is absolutely perfect. He's a damaged mess, who more than likely deserves everything that has ever happened in his life. Edo still remembers yelling "I hate you!" in a childish fit and running off to his room mere hours before his father was murdered, and although it's been so long that he's not positive that he selfishly wished his father harm, it's likely. Sometimes Edo thinks the only reason he's still sane is because he has come to recognize that he's poison to whoever comes near him and has long since locked himself off. Edo also knows that Fujiwara is right when he says that they're perfect for each other, because it's plainly obvious that Fujiwara is just as much of a mess as Edo is, maybe even more so. A detached mess who can't (won't) connect out of plain and simple fear. Everyone winds up alone in the end, and no one will care when you're gone. If enough people know his name, maybe someone will care when he's gone. Edo doesn't know why he slips Fujiwara his private cell number on that first day they meet. God knows he thinks the other boy to be entirely unnerving, but all the same, he does. And a few days later, Fujiwara calls, and Edo finds himself welcoming the new distraction. Because that's all anyone ever is in his life, just another distraction. The first time they hook up, Edo snidely asks Fujiwara what that idiot Tenjoin would think of all this, and Fujiwara simply smirks right back and says, "I could ask the same about Marufuji." At that point, Edo decides that, vaguely creepy or no, Fujiwara Yusuke is someone who can fit into his life quite nicely. Not to mention the sex is good, and Edo tells himself that is the most important thing. He's had far more sex than he knows someone his age should, most of it passable, some of it very good, some of it forgettable, and some… Well, some he just wishes he could forget. Fujiwara falls easily into the "good" category. Maybe not the best he's ever had, but easily the best that doesn't involve him sitting in bed feeling like his skin is a size too tight and wanting to run from the room just to get away from the uncomfortable pressure settling in his chest (a fist wrapped around his heart). In short, it's nothing like sex with Hell Kaiser Ryo, and that's definitely a good thing, because ever since the whole heart-condition-brush-with-death thing, Ryo's been different, and it scares the hell out of Edo. Edo can't help but find a strange sort of comfort in the pattern. And if Fujiwara doesn't want Edo to ever forget him, well, then… Then Fujiwara will never leave him. And Fujiwara will smile back (quite obviously half-mad) and let that knife of his trail along the scabbed-over cuts on Edo's chest. Once again tracing his name over Edo's heart, and Edo still gasps and flinches a little at that part; it's hard not to give in to the reflex reaction to pain, but he always keeps smiling. Smiles and whispers, "I love you," and Fujiwara laughs: "No, you don't. You can't love. You're broken, just like me. That's why we're perfect." And in the end, Edo can't disagree with that.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX Go where you can be seen Chapter 1: Go where you can be seen Spectralwings: Hello all. I know what you're thinking: "What about the Legend of the Glass Armor?" I will work on that story when I find my inspiration again. For now, I wanted to write a short story to help get my creative juices flowing. Enjoy! Spectralwings: Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! GX, so don't sue. "That's my son up there!" The woman with dark brown hair proudly whispered to her neighbor, who sat next to her. The woman's eyes lit up with excitement as she pointed to the violin soloist with wild brown hair. "Do you see him? It's amazing, right? He's only sixteen years old and he's playing with the professionals! My boy, my Jaden!" He was her boy, alright - only when she wanted him to be, only when he held that violin in his hands and his expression was glassy, concentrated on "his dream" as she called it. But she was right; he did produce beautiful music from the violin, and that's what made her proud. That's what made him her boy. However, when the violin was placed in its case, laid down to rest, she could no longer look at him. He was no longer her boy. He was an empty space in the house, on the street, or anywhere else. "Did you see, Mother? Did you see?" Jaden, who was six at the time, asked as he bounced up and down, his small hands holding a plastic bat. "I hit the ball!" There was no reaction from her. She continued to stare at him, glaring, until she said, "Why can't you make me proud?" She turned and stormed off into the house, leaving her child feeling torn. Although she ignored him, he listened to her endless stories about a woman who played the violin. A woman who dreamed of becoming one of the professionals on a large stage where hundreds could watch her talent flow from her hands and become beautiful music. However, in these stories, the woman always ended up with her dreams crushed and her hope fallen. It was that day, ten years ago, that Jaden picked up his first violin. When his mother saw him, she became overwhelmed with happiness and pride. She embraced him and called him "her boy," "my son," "my pride and joy"! Her eyes met his, but there was emptiness in them that he couldn't understand, but he was happy. "Mother was happy with me," he whispered to himself in his room. "I'm going to make her proud. I'll become the best!" And so Jaden devoted his life to becoming the best there was at violin. He practiced morning, noon, and night, skipping meals until the piece of music sounded right. He practiced with such an unwavering fervor that it made him sick, making him gaze upon the wooden instrument with disgust. But how could he give it up? It was what made his mother happy. Then, there was that day - the day when a classmate of his gazed into his eyes with beautiful silver ones. The boy seemed shy and played the cello in the same class as Jaden, and often after school, the boy would stay with Jaden and practice. In time, the two of them came to know each other. However, this day was not one of them. "I-I-!" The cyan-haired boy shut his eyes and forced the words out of his mouth. "I love you!" Petals rained from the tree they were standing under. Jaden's brown eyes were large with shock from those sacred words spoken from his classmate - words he had longed to hear. Jaden embraced the boy, letting the violin slip from his hand and fall onto the cold, hard earth. It was then he knew what he needed. After the concert, his mother rushed over to him and hugged him, telling Jaden how much she was proud of him for making his dreams come true. Jaden gently pushed her off, his violin still in his hand. His gaze lowered to the ground. "What's wrong, my son?" his mother asked. He started hating the words "my" and "son" coming from her mouth. "Everything," he replied. Shocked, she asked, "What do you mean? You're famous, you have everything you wanted!" She shook her head. "I don't understand -" "Why couldn't you call me your son before all of this? Why did I have to be the disappointment!" His voice rose, becoming cracked as he fought off tears. "This isn't my dream. This is yours... All of this is yours, and I realize now that my dream never came true." "What dream was that?" she asked. "My dream was for you to love me, your son - to cherish me, to be proud of me for being there. All I wanted was for you to..." He allowed the violin to slip from his hands and break upon the hard, marble surface. "See me." Her gaze seemed to dull, and no longer could she see her son - only an empty space and vivid images from her dreams long past. She never noticed her son walk past her and out of the door to find his lover, to find the place where he could be seen. Story end. Go where you can be seen. This story questions the relationships that parents who force their children into stardom have with them. It makes one wonder if the parent actually sees the child or only sees a tool to gain a dream they could not accomplish themselves. It's also a basic human need to be seen, to be known you are there. Well, that's all! Read and review if it fancies you!

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX I'll Never Leave You Chapter 1: I'll Never Leave You From the day we arrive on the planet, there's more to see than can ever be seen, more to do than can ever be done. "I would never die on you." I walked down the street, my hands shoved into my jeans pockets, my scarf wrapped thickly around my neck. It's been a year since Serena died, and my heart has been empty since then. I couldn't help but remember the promise that she had made to me all those years ago, that she'd never die on me, yet she had. She had died to save me. I looked up when I realized that I had stopped, and I found myself in a park, snow drifting down from the sky, placing cold kisses on my cheeks. "Whenever you see something beautiful, that'll be me." Jim Cook had given me a note Serena had given him to give to me after I woke up in the hospital after collapsing in the other dimension. He never opened it, never read it. Just gave it to me and offered me support when I broke into tears. It was a good-bye note. Somehow, she had known. In it, she asked me to listen to the song "The Circle of Life" from the first Lion King movie, and that was what she had said in the note, among other things. "Whenever you see something beautiful, that'll be me." There's far too much to take in here, more to find than can ever be found. But the sun rolling high, through the sapphire sky, keeps great and small on the endless round. I closed my eyes and sighed, my breath misting in front of me in the cold winter air, melting a few snowflakes in front of my face. The song was about her beliefs. Even after someone passes on, they're never truly gone, and life goes on. No matter how depressed I got, as long as I was able to see around me, I would see her. It's the Circle of Life, through despair and hope, through faith and love. I hadn't even been able to see the spirits of my duel monsters family since that day, not even Ruby. I had long since given up dueling, since every time I drew a card, I would remember her, and all of the happy times we'd had. It hurt my heart to remember how I had failed her, so I had put them away someplace safe, and I had put my family up on the mantelpiece so that I could see them if I was feeling brave enough to look. Till we find our place, on the path unwinding, in the Circle, the Circle of Life. "Whenever you see something beautiful, that'll be me." I hadn't spoken a word since then either. I had heard my old friends talking with the doctors and saying that I had become a selective mute, and that people rarely recovered from it. It wasn't that I couldn't speak, it was just that I had had no desire to, and had consequently forgotten how to speak. I opened my eyes and looked up into the sky again. "I'll never die on you." Maybe she hadn't meant it the way I had taken it back then. Maybe... maybe... she had just twisted it into a way that I could accept it, when the time came for me to really think about what she had said? Maybe... what she had meant was... "I'll never leave you." I jerked my head down to look around me as I thought I heard her voice, and I saw a particularly vigorous snow swirl before it settled. I squinted at it for a moment, and then shook my head at the ground. It couldn't be... Serena wasn't the only one to have disappeared, either. Jaden had gone missing too. Apparently, he had done something to take us home after I had passed out in the other dimension. Something like I had done. Somehow, I knew he'd be back though. It took more than an evil spirit takeover to keep that boy down. "Jesse?" I was imagining things, I knew it. It was the wind that was making me hear her voice, and the snow was making me pretend that that was her hand on my shoulder. The wind sighed and brushed under my chin, softly whispering a song. "It's the Circle of Life, through faith and love," That wind was very realistic, and I frowned slightly in confusion, the wind under my chin trying to lift my eyes to look right ahead of me. I sighed and complied. She smiled at me. "Till we find our place, the Circle of Life." I couldn't speak. Was I dreaming? Serena was standing in front of me. She looked healthy, and her cheeks were pink with the cold, and her hand was still under my chin. She smiled at me as she removed her hand. Was I delusional? "I've missed you, Jesse." She sighed and wrapped her arms around me. She felt real. Surely I was hallucinating as I wrapped my arms slowly and carefully around her waist, staring blankly over her shoulder. "You died." I whispered, my voice unused to being used. I felt her turn her head from side to side next to mine. "I disappeared. I am as real as you are, Jesse. I'm back now. For good." I pulled away from her, and looked deeply into her eyes, and she let me in. Serena's eyes, and she lifted a hand to softly stroke my cheek. It felt so real, and I slowly brought my face closer to hers, and she closed her eyes as my lips softly touched hers. Nothing like this can be faked. "I'll never leave you, Jesse. I love you." She whispered against my lips, and I choked on my tears as I pulled her to me, holding her tightly. She didn't disappear. "I... I love you too."

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX Chapter 1: Later Later by BridgitKiido Disclaimer: Sorry, I don't own GX. If I did, I'm not sure what would happen, actually. More than likely, Fubuki would have actually shown up in the first half of season 3, at least once. Timeline Notes: This takes place shortly after episode 148. Heavy spoilers ahead. Ryo Marufuji sighed as he looked one last time over his dressing room, making sure that he was leaving nothing of his behind. Satisfied, he reached down, grabbed his suitcase, and exited the room for the last time. He wanted to leave quickly, to avoid saying goodbye to anyone. It was too painful for him to leave in any other way. After all, being a part of the cast had been his entire life's work for the past three years. He passed through the hallway silently, attempting to remain invisible as the crew said their good nights to one another. He had nearly made it to the exit without attracting any attention, when a voice stopped him. "Hey, Ryo." The voice belonged to Johan Andersen, who was leaning against the wall right by the exit. He had obviously been to his dressing room recently, as instead of the outfit that he was currently supposed to wear during filming, he was wearing his favorite blouse and vest. Ryo didn't blame him for changing; somehow, his outfit on set didn't seem too comfortable. "Hey, Johan," Ryo replied quietly, acknowledging the boy's presence before continuing his way out the door. But the other blond spoke again. "I was wondering if you'd come with me to dinner tonight. You know, since it's your last day and all." Apparently, Johan was still feeling guilty about the latest episode, in which he had, effectively, been the one to kill Ryo off. The European boy was trying to hide it as best he could, but his eyes gave it away. Ryo stopped walking and replied with a slight smile, "You know, it's not your fault. Blame the writers. They're the ones that wrote the script. Besides, I had a good run." "I wasn't talking about that," was Johan's response. "I just want to take you to dinner. Can't a guy do a nice thing for another guy once in a while?" Ryo thought about it for a moment. He had wanted to just go home and be alone for a few hours, but it was nice on occasion to have companionship. And besides, he was kind of hungry. "Okay, I suppose I can come." Johan smiled. "Great! I know just the place. Come on!" And with that, he took a slightly surprised Ryo by the arm and led him out the door. "Ah, Andersen-san," said the waiter as the two blonds entered the building. "Oh, and Marufuji-san, what a pleasure. Right this way, please." The waiter led them to a back room that Ryo had never been in before. The door was closed, with no indication of what was on the other side. Even the lights inside appeared to be off. "Here we are. Please, have a seat, and someone will be in momentarily," the man continued as he opened the door to the dark room. To Ryo's surprise, Johan appeared to be neither unhappy nor even concerned at all about the fact that the room was pitch black. In fact, it was as though he had planned it this way. But he had little time to dwell on this fact, as Johan slipped quietly into the room, pulled him inside by the arm, and turned on the lights. "SURPRISE!" Ryo blinked for a moment in shock, attempting to take it all in. The room was decorated as though for a party, with balloons, streamers, and paper table centerpieces shaped like dragons. And, everyone from the cast was there (except Darkness the bat, who had moved to a cave in the mid-western United States after the eighty-ninth episode was finished filming; he occasionally wrote to say that he was doing fine and apparently liked it there, though the humans that rode through on strange cars were very loud), slightly ragged from hiding under the tables, but otherwise apparently having a good time. "We figured, since it was your last day and all," Judai began. "...and since you've been a very important member of the cast for so long," Fubuki added. "...we'd hold a going away party for you," Edo finished. "The Tenjoins made most of the decorations, and Sho said that this restaurant was your favorite." "It was mostly Johan's idea," Jun mentioned, to which Johan merely smiled. "And now that the guest of honor is here," Samejima continued, holding up a glass of sparkling cider, "I propose a toast, to Kaiser Ryo!" Everyone else held up their own glasses of cider and echoed, "To Kaiser Ryo!" The party had ended a little while ago, but Ryo hadn't left yet. Nor, consequently, had Johan, who had just sat down next to him. "Huh?" "Did you enjoy the party?" Ryo smiled a thankful smile. "Yeah, I did." Johan smiled back. "That's good." And after a pause, "So... what are you going to do now?" Ryo leaned back. "I don't know. I'm probably going to try to find a job somewhere else. With my experience, it shouldn't be too hard to find a role in a different show. Until then, though... I don't know." The pair sat in silence for a few minutes, and then Ryo stood up. "Well, I'm going to go home now." "Okay then," was Johan's reply. "See you later, Ryo." "Yeah, Johan. See you later." In Memoriam Marufuji "Hell Kaiser" Ryo July 15, 2007 Free from his bondage forever And with that, he left.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX My Yubel Chapter 1: My Yubel This is my first ever lemon, so I hope you enjoy. I will be referring to Yubel as a female. Yubel held Jaden's crying face in her hands. She felt tears come out of her own eyes as well. Her eyes widened as he looked up at her with his wet brown eyes. "Yubel," Jaden finally spoke. "Jaden," she responded to him. Jaden reached up with his right arm and stroked her cheek, trailing down her jawline to her chin. "I forgive you," he spoke in a warm tone. "But I hurt your friends," she muttered. He shook his head, still being held in Yubel's hands. "It's okay... You didn't really know any better. You just wanted to show that you loved me." Even if it was a bit messed up. "I'm sorry for how I hurt you. I love you, Yubel." "Jaden…" Yubel whispered. "I love you too." She closed her eyes and smiled blissfully. Then, suddenly, Jaden reached up and planted a kiss right on her lips. Yubel's eyes amplified with shock. He pulled away, and their eyes met. He gave her an innocent, child-like smile. Yubel ran her hands through his hair, pulling slightly as she brought him in closer. Jaden wrapped his arm around her neck as they kissed once more. Yubel's tongue grazed Jaden's thin lips. He opened his mouth, allowing her to explore it. Jaden briefly let go of her and threw off his Slifer Red jacket. Then, he embraced her into another kiss. He buried his face into the crook of her neck; it felt hot on her already hot skin. He breathed heavily as he kicked off his red shoes. His knees felt weak as he reached down to undo his pants. Right before he was about to unbutton them, Yubel reached down and clutched his wrist. "Jaden... I want to make you happy." His head was still resting on her shoulder. His forehead felt sweaty and wet. He nodded. His voice was hoarse, "Yeah... I want... to make... you happy... too." She let go of his arm and let him continue undoing his pants. He struggled a bit with them. When they were finally off, he leaned against Yubel, causing her to fall onto the ground. She breathed in deep as the impact of falling and hitting the ground shocked her. Jaden's hands were resting on her chest. He listened to the sound of her heartbeat. With his left hand, he traced her breast, down to her ribs, and over her hips. When he found her entrance, he hovered over it with his middle finger. Not really knowing what he was doing, he gently and slowly inserted his index and middle fingers inside her. He listened to how her heart started to beat faster as he moved his fingers. Yubel's head was turned to the right; a hot blush fell across her dark skin. Her eyes were half-lidded. Yubel panted, "Jaden... Jaden... Jaden," between fast, deep breaths. His two fingers were still inside her. He bent them, causing Yubel to toss her head back and let out a throaty moan. He removed his wet fingers and grabbed her face, placing an open-mouth kiss on her lips. Happily accepting, Yubel wrapped her arms around Jaden's mid-back and pressed his body into hers. She squeezed him tighter, earning her a moan from him. She rolled herself over to be on top of him. Jaden looked up at her. His brown eyes were wide as he looked at her lips, to the red on her cheeks, and then back into her eyes. Yubel was still hovering over Jaden. She had both her arms placed up, above his shoulders, and her legs around his hips. She positioned herself over his hard length. Her blush deepened as she moaned loudly. Her hands were resting on his stomach, pushing down on him every time that she moved. She moved her hips back and forth, moaning louder each time. Jaden's bangs stuck to his wet forehead. He threw his head back. He breathed in deep and exhaled in a harsh, raspy tone. He arched his back forward. He reached down to grab one of Yubel's hands and laced his fingers with her larger ones. He snaked his free hand up to her hair and tugged softly at her strands as he lifted himself up to place a messy kiss on the corner of her mouth. Jaden squeezed his eyes tight as he grinded his hips into hers. He felt a tingling sensation in his lower abdomen. He groaned. The tingling sensation grew every time she moved her hips the way she did. He felt himself release inside her. Jaden collapsed onto his back. He was breathing heavily. Yubel soon felt a tingling sensation and she soon released. She let out a high-pitched moan as her body fell on top of Jaden's. She rolled off of him towards his right. She reached up and touched his cheek. He smiled and rested his hand on top of hers. He spun into her embrace. Yubel held him tighter. She rested her head on top of his. She buried her face into his soft, yet greasy hair. She closed her eyes and smiled. She rocked him. What felt like forever, she pulled back and looked at Jaden's sleepy face. He looked up at her. He blinked with his tired eyes, "What is it, Yubel?" She shook her head. Just glad to be here. I'm not that pretty, like that boy. She felt her lips turn into a frown. She shook that thought out of her mind. Jaden shook his head, "I promised to love you. No matter what." Yubel sighed. She brought him in closer to her body.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX Obelisk Loving Chapter 1 This story came about from watching ShadyVox's live stream of him editing Yu-Gi-Oh! GX: The Abridged Series, Episode 17. For those who are unsure what is going on, the live stream is now available on YouTube. I ended up writing this story, and for anyone who has read my other GX fanfics and expects something even slightly good, please remember that this is a crackfic. Jaden had been captured by Jeffrey, Pippin, and Edmund. He had been tied to a chair as punishment for breaking into Zane's room. The three Obelisks had finally decided on a proper punishment for Jaden. "Let me go!" Jaden shouted, shaking in the chair. "Hey, we're going easy on you," Pippin said. "Yes, yes," Jeffrey said. "We could be taking a Mokey Mokey from you." "Actually, from what I've seen, this is the worst punishment," Edmund said. As Jaden continued to struggle, Jeffrey and Pippin became wrapped in each other's arms. "Oh, Jeffrey," Pippin said. "Oh, Pippin," Jeffrey said. "Oh, just kill me," Jaden said. Jeffrey dipped Pippin, and the two began to stare into each other's eyes. "Oh, Pippin, you can open my door any day," Jeffrey whispered seductively. "And Jeffrey, you can put your key into my Keyhole any day," Pippin said. Jeffrey then proceeded to kiss Pippin. Jaden finally stopped struggling, only to shut his eyes. "Make it stop!" Jaden yelled. Edmund walked over and pulled Jaden's eyes open. "If I can handle them doing it in front of me every day, you can handle them making out," Edmund said. As Pippin and Jeffrey made sounds of tongues smacking against each other, Winged Kuriboh appeared on Jaden's shoulder. *'Oh, Kuriboh, I've never been more happy to see you!'* Jaden thought. *'Attack them or something.'* "Hmmm," Winged Kuriboh said. *'What?!'* Jaden thought. *'What do you mean you won't help?'* "Hmm!" Winged Kuriboh said. *'Oh, that time I tried to sell you was just a joke,'* Jaden replied. "HMMM!" Kuriboh said back. *'Oh, that burning your card incident was an accident,'* Jaden thought back. "Hmmm," Winged Kuriboh said, before disappearing. "Oh, I am so giving you to Alexis when I get out of this," Jaden said. Back to the two Keyhole lovers, Pippin now had Jeffrey on the floor. "Oh, Jeffrey Blake Swift," Pippin said, staring into Jeffrey's eyes. "Pippin Tom Livesey," Jeffrey said, kissing Pippin on the lips. The two Obelisks continued to roll around on the floor in Zane's dorm, as Jaden yelled in fear. Realization had finally struck. As the two Obelisks began to remove each other's clothes, Jaden yelled out in fear, "I'm in a crack fanfic!" Chapter 2 After the first chapter, I wrote this when ShadyVox and Xthedarkone complained that things were just getting good when I ended the first chapter. So I wrote this. Same thing as last time, complete crack fic. Following Jaden's horrific realization, the two Obelisk lovers finally decided to get serious. "Pippin, take me now," Jeffrey said, removing his pants. "Now, now, Jeffrey, that's my job," Pippin said, pulling Jeffrey's underpants down to his ankles. "Oh! EW!" Jaden yelled in obvious disgust. "Not cool, guys." Jeffrey rolled onto his back as Pippin pulled his own pants down, having gone commando that day. "Okay, I'm sorry!" Jaden yelled. "I don't need to see this!" Pippin slowly thrust his Ojama Yellow into Jeffrey's Non-Spellcasting Area. Jeffrey let out a cry similar to that of a Winged Kuriboh. Jaden was terrified by this. "Make it stop!" Jaden yelled. Pippin reached between Jeffrey's legs and gave his Cloudian - Smoke Balls a good squeeze. "OH, PIPPIN!" Jeffrey yelled, his voice going as high as a Cyber Tutu's. Pippin then wrapped his hand around Jeffrey's big, throbbing 7 Colored Fish and began to pump up the appendage back and forth. "Okay, I'm sorry. Can I go now?" Jaden asked. "No," Edmund said, now wearing a sleeping mask over his face. Jeffrey and Pippin were now panting more heavily than an Outstanding Dog Marron. "Yes!" Jeffrey said. "I'm almost there!" "ME TOO!" Pippin shouted. "Oh, holding a hostage always turns you on!" Jeffrey said. "Oh, you know you love it too!" Pippin said. As both Obelisk Blues' faces were redder than an Aitsu, Jeffrey's Water Dragon visually released Magical Reflect Slime. Just then, a random cameo, one that no one would ever understand, entered, as any crack fic should have. Franklin Fuchs had opened the door and stared at the two. "Okay, I was going to wreck Zane's room, but I see you four already did," Franklin said. "And in the most disgusting way." Franklin Fuchs immediately closed the door. "We take offense to that!" Jeffrey and Pippin yelled. "Call for help!" Jaden cried. Interrupted, the two lovers decided their time was finished. Pippin pulled his Key out of Jeffrey's Keyhole. "Well, I think he's had enough torment," Edmund said, pulling the mask off and untying Jaden from the chair. "Torment?" Jeffrey asked, pulling his briefs back up. "We were just preparing," Pippin said. "I need my Cheetos!" Jaden yelled, crying to himself.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX One Crazy Night Chapter 1: The Party Chapter 2: The Fight Chapter 3: The Kiss Chapter 4: The End Last Chapter: Sad, or happy? Doesn't matter, I'm not writing another chapter. Though, I might write another story on one of the other couples at the party. Think it through. I slipped my hand up Jesse's shirt, planning what to do next in my head. I hesitated, and that's all he needed. I blinked, and in that instant, our positions had changed. I glared up at him, causing him to chuckle. "Jaden, did you honestly think that I would bottom?" he asked. "Well, yes," I replied. He laughed. I turned my head to the side, pouting, and gasped as I felt his tongue against my neck. It felt wet and warm. I moaned, and I felt him smile against my skin. I tugged against his shirt, trying to pull it off. He pushed my hands away. "Your clothes first," he said. He pulled my shirt over my head. Next were my pants, and then my boxers. I felt slightly annoyed that I was the only one naked. I was about to say so, when I noticed him looking at me. It was a look of a sort of hunger. It took me a few moments to realize it was lust. But there was something else… love? Before I could look closer, he took off his own clothes. Now it was my turn to stare. He was a god. The only light was coming from the moon outside. He was pale, and perfect. He placed his hand against my cheek. I leaned into it, sighing. This was too good to be true. What if I woke up, and it was just a dream, and Jesse was just my friend again? "Do you want me to stop?" he asked. I looked up at him, seeing sadness written all over his face. "No," I replied. "But I do want to try something," I said. He blinked. "What?" he asked. "Lie down for a second," I said. "O…k…?" He laid back, looking at me. I crawled over to him, laying down as well, between his legs. I took his length, and started moving my hand up and down. I heard him hiss and saw that his head was back. I stopped. "Does it hurt?" I asked. "God, Jaden, don't stop…" he said. I smiled. At least it didn't hurt him. I decided to go further, and licked from the bottom to the tip. I heard him panting. I was getting hard, and started stroking myself. I sucked on his head. I felt his hand on my head, his fingers through my hair. He was pushing my head down, and I complied. I put as much of him as I could in my mouth without gagging. I slowly started to move my head. He grunted in annoyance, but I didn't move any faster. If I was going to be on the bottom, the least I could do was tease him. I started moving faster, both my head and my hand. I used my free hand to stroke him as I sucked him. "J… Jaden, I'm cumming…" he said. I was close too. I moved my head as fast as I could, using my tongue. It was too much for him. He shot into my mouth, moaning my name. I came a few seconds later. I swallowed, and sat up. He sat up as well, panting and smiling at me. "So?" I asked. "Damn, Jay… that was so good," he said. I blushed. I was glad that he liked it as much as I did. He took my hand that was sticky with my come, and stuck some of my fingers into his mouth. It felt surprisingly good. "Mmm, you taste good," he said when he'd taken my fingers out. "You too," I said. He kissed me, pushing me down onto the bed. He reached into the drawer next to the bed and pulled out a bottle. I realized it was lube. "Why is that in there?" I asked. "Because I put it there, a few days ago," he replied. "You knew we were going to do this?" I asked. "Well, not today specifically, but I was hoping soon," he said. He smeared some onto his fingers and spread my legs. "This might sting a little, Jay," he said. He stuck one of his fingers into me. I gasped. He was right, it did sting. And it was cold. Really cold. I shuddered when he started to move his finger. A few minutes later he stuck another digit into me. It was starting to feel good, and I felt myself moving so that his fingers could go in deeper. After he had fit three fingers into me, he pulled them out. I whimpered. "Alright Jaden, are you sure you want this?" he asked. I nodded, one-hundred percent sure. He lined himself up, and slowly entered me. I arched my back. It hurt, but felt so good at the same time. He let me adjust to the pain, then started moving. I started panting, wanting more. He started moving faster, harder. Suddenly I felt a jolt of pleasure that made me scream out. He noticed and kept on hitting that spot. I could feel the pressure in my stomach rising. "Jesse, I… I'm cu… cumming," I said. "Me too, Jaden…" he replied. Before I could say more, I felt myself explode. All I could see were stars, and I screamed Jesse's name. I felt him come as well, the warm liquid filling me. When the white finally lifted, I saw Jesse lying on top of me. "Jesse?" I said. I poked him gently, but he was asleep. I smiled and wrapped my arms around him. "Goodnight Jesse. I love you." I kissed his cheek, and closed my eyes. Well? Did you like it? I hope so. If you would like anymore stories, about GX, or anything else, please ask. I'd be happy to try. Review, please and thank you.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX Shattered *Chapter 1: Shattered* Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! GX, the characters, or anything other than my idea. This story is based on the Anikishipping pairing (JadenxSyrus), which means it contains boyxboy content. If you do not like this type of content, please do not read. Please review and rate. Shattered Thrashing. He couldn't stop thrashing. The nightmares cut through him, making him thrash in his sleep, and Jaden could do nothing but watch and try to awaken Syrus. Whimpers escaped the bluenette, tears pouring down his face, and his fingers clutched at the sheets. After an endless wait, Jaden saw Syrus finally awake while screaming one name. "JADEN!" Hysterically crying, Syrus put his face in his hands and wept, trying so hard to get the nightmares to stop playing in his mind. "Hush... it's okay... nothing's going to hurt you..." A soothing voice breathed in Syrus' ear in a whisper. Sniffling, Syrus composed himself enough to look to his left. Jaden was kneeling on the edge of the bed, timidly reaching out, as if to touch Syrus. The bluenette bit his lower lip, his nightmare breaking through the barriers he had put up, and fresh tears burned his eyes. Without hesitation, Syrus threw his arms around Jaden, sobbing hard into his shoulder. Jaden shushed him, cradling Syrus' small body against his, and he started to rub the small of Syrus' back through his shirt. "I'm here now, Sy, everything's going to be okay now..." Jaden murmured, his other hand pressing Syrus' head gently against his shoulder. Syrus nuzzled his face into Jaden's shoulder and subconsciously inhaled. Jaden's body was warm against his, and he smelled really good. It was taking all of Syrus' will not to play with the dark chocolate brown strands that kept brushing against his fingers. He started to wonder how those strands would feel completely entwined around his fingers if he were to sink his hand into Jaden's locks. "Shhh... I'm here..." His rich voice still melodically soothed him. Jaden had instinctively started to rock Syrus slowly in his arms. He was now leaning against the headboard with Syrus cradled in his lap. His hand was still rubbing the small of Syrus' back, and the other was now stroking the back of Syrus' head. The soft blue locks, the color of the sky, caressed against his tanned fingers. Syrus' scent had started to invade his thoughts. He had a sweet, gentle scent to him, almost like spring flowers and light rain. Jaden had started to let his mind wander, something he rarely did, and found himself curious as to what a kiss would feel like on his lips. "Just hold me for a little longer..." Syrus finally spoke, his voice cracking during his request. "I'll always hold you..." Jaden impulsively kissed Syrus on top of his head. A small blush sprouted at Jaden's small gesture. Syrus locked his fingers together and shifted slightly in Jaden's lap. The brunette made no move to release him. Shyly, Syrus turned his head so he was resting the side of it on Jaden's shoulder. Jaden's dark brown eyes glanced downward and met his pale silver ones. A small blush dusted across Jaden's cheeks. "My nightmare... was about you..." Syrus started out in a small voice, "Over and over again... I see you dying... leaving me alone... shattering me..." He let out a small whimper, "I don't want to have my heart shattered anymore..." Jaden slowly opened his mouth to respond, "How can I shatter it unless you shatter mine first?" Syrus blinked and lifted his head to find that he could only pull back a few inches. He was still close enough that Jaden's nose would gently brush against his every so often. "Will you shatter my heart, Syrus, if I give it to you?" Jaden asked quietly. "No! Never!" Syrus breathed. Jaden placed a chaste kiss on Syrus' brow, "Good, because you've had it all this time." Shock hit Syrus straight on, "I-I have?" "Have you never noticed how I turn down every single person who's ever pursued me? How I look at you? Or how I can't stop looking at you? Syrus, you were given my heart the day you looked into my eyes and said you wanted to be by my side forever." Jaden closed his eyes and blushed heavily, "Now the question is, do I have your heart?" "You've always had my heart..." Syrus whispered. Jaden jumped slightly when Syrus' fingertips were suddenly running down his cheek. Goosebumps covered Jaden's arms, and he found his lips drawing closer to Syrus'. Their eyes shut simultaneously as their lips brushed together in a soft, tender kiss. To them, it was a little piece of heaven. Syrus ended the kiss and whispered, "I love you, Jay..." Jaden smiled and replied, "And I love you, Sy..." They kissed one last time before Jaden snuggled up against Syrus in bed. As Syrus fell back asleep, his once shattering nightmares were replaced with memories of all the times Jaden and he had spent together. "Shattered... no longer..." He mumbled. Syrus buried his face in Jaden's chest, his fingers clutching the other boy's shirt, and Jaden placed his chin on top of Syrus' head. Jaden held him as he slept in the most protective and comforting way Syrus could ever think of. It made him love Jaden even more... If that was even possible. To Be Continued... Syrus Fanatic 4-Ever (The newest shonen-ai fangirl due to DQ17 and Sakqia... thanks guys...)

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX *Chapter 1: Slade Princeton on Shot* Yu-Gi-Oh GX: Slade Princeton One Shot "Jersey! Wake up!" my stepbrother yelled at me. I pulled my head from underneath the covers. "Why?" I asked. I looked over to the mirror and saw my red locks in a bedhead mess. I got up and brushed it, then pulled on my black robe. I walked downstairs. My father was a king, and I was a princess, the youngest. I was a duelist and was to go to Duel Academy to learn more about the game and defeat the greatest rival, and my stupid stepbrother, Chazz. On second thought, why bother with him? He's just a spoiled little brat, and I couldn't stand that former Obelisk Blue. Just because I'm stuck with him in life doesn't mean I have to like it. "Chazz, I swear, if you embarrass me this year, I will kill you and beat you in front of the whole school," I said. Jagger, my stepfather, had married my father, Optmuis Prime. They were in their room. Slade, my ex-boyfriend, was living with us, which was strange, but it was nice having a friend in the house. He saw me walk in and winked at me. I smiled as he pulled me into a hug around the waist. "Slade, we could get caught," I said, as he kissed me. "Jersey, come on, no one knows that we are still together," he said. He was right; ever since we moved, Slade and I had been seeing each other as a couple, and no one even knew it. I hate it when he has a point; no wonder he was in politics. "God, I hate it when you're right," I said and kissed his cheek. I heard footsteps near the door. I hopped off his lap; he looked disappointed as Jagger came into the room. He walked in and saw me next to Slade; I was blushing. Slade was reading the paper; he handed me the sports section. "You two know I heard you, and not to mention, I saw the kiss. So, how long have you two been together?" he asked. We both looked at each other. "Us? Please, we broke up—" "Yeah, I mean, she was just a phase—" I felt hurt by that last remark; I rushed out of the room and into my room. Slade knocked on my door; I walked to the door, opened it, and then shut it, not wanting to see his face after the comment he made about us, let alone me. "Just a phase! Slade, that's all I was to you, a goddamn phase! I don't know why I even bothered with you; I mean, yeah, sure—" I was yelling at him until I was cut off by him kissing me. "I'm sorry for what I said. I was just caught up in the moment when I thought you meant a secret, like Romeo and Juliet, minus the killing themselves at the end. Besides, I love you, and I didn't mean to hurt you like that. I'm sorry," he said. I buried myself in his shirt; he was so warm and gentle in his hug. He pulled me closer to him and caressed my back. "It's okay, Slade. But still, I'm mad at you," I said and nuzzled his neck. He felt nice against my skin; he nuzzled my neck, and I smiled at him. "I love you, Slade," I said and leaned towards him. "I love you too, Jersey," he said. He leaned down to me, and our lips met; I kissed him back. He wrapped me up tighter and caressed up my back. I wrapped my arms around his neck. We pulled away when we heard a door open. "Dad, how long have you been at the door?" I asked. Slade looked at the door and grimaced. "Long enough. Besides, I have known about you two," he said and smiled. "Besides, young lady, you have to pack; Chazz has a head start on you." I smiled. "I don't care; I have to pack, but I can't take Slade," I said. He smiled and squeezed me tighter. "Hey, that reminds me; I have this for you," he said and walked over to the dresser and pulled out a picture of us at my prom. I was in a black gown with red squeeze and my hair up in a bunch of curls, with a black choker with a small dragon on it. Slade was in a simple tux with a black undershirt, red vest, and tie. I was smiling with my hand on his chest; his arm was around my waist, and he was smiling at me. His grey eyes were lit with pride and joy; I was smiling like the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland. "Jersey, come on; we have to go to the airport to go to DA," Chazz said, as he carried his five-bag luggage set. We went to my room and packed my two bags of luggage, and not to mention, a pet carrier for my black cat, Nightmare. We packed my stuff, and I put the picture in a silver picture frame. We walked out and got into the limo; Chazz was already there, ready to go. I was holding Slade's hand; he was holding it to his lips and kissing it. "Slade, I'm going to miss you," I said, hugging him tightly as we were ready to depart for the island. Nightmare always hated flying; I held on to the crew's delight during the flight. We hugged tightly. "I'll call you on Skype; this way, we can talk and see each other, plus save money," he said and hugged me tightly. "I'll call as soon as I land, and I'll try not to kill Chazz," I said and kissed Slade's lips for the last time that year. "I'll miss you and try to visit if I can," he said and kissed me back. I felt his tongue beg for entrance; I let him in, and he moaned and picked me up and hugged me. "Jersey, flight called; let's go," Chazz said, as he pulled me from Slade. I waved goodbye to my family, and as soon as they were out of view, I smacked Chazz upside the head. We left for Duel Academy and a year to make memorable.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX Sugar Demon Chapter 1: Sugar Demon "Liz, you can't sit around moping forever. He wasn't even that great, you didn't truly love him," a seventeen-year-old blonde girl said, patting her identical friend on the back. "And after what he did, I'd want revenge." Her blue eyes glinted with evil. Liz, the less dark (yet just as twisted) girl, sat hugging her knees, tears streaming from her eyes. "I'm sorry, I know. But I just can't believe how stupid I was!" The sixteen-year-old dissolved into tears again. "I mean, it was foolish of me to think that my crush would ask me to be his girlfriend. I know I wasn't truly falling for him, but I...I..." The younger teen shook with gentle sobs. Suddenly, a third blonde girl, clad in the Obelisk school uniform (a blue and white skirt and sleeveless top), poked her head in. Her hazel eyes shone with concern as she looked at the two girls. "I hope I'm not intruding, Reptile, but I was visiting Jaden anyway. He told me Liz was an emotional wreck, so I came to see what happened," she explained. "I see. I think I know what to do, but I'll need some help," the Obelisk girl said, whipping out her cell phone and sending a text to what seemed to be more than one person. When she finished, she leaned against the ladder to the bunk bed, folding her arms. "Now, we wait," she said. They didn't have to wait much longer. Almost at once, there was a knock at the door. Two more Obelisk girls burst in, one with reddish-brown hair and tan eyes, the other with short black hair and hazelnut eyes. "We heard there was a problem," the black-haired girl said, panting slightly. "I'm Mindy, by the way." "And I'm Jasmine. Alexis said something about love problems. We're here to help!" the brunette finished. "Girls, here's the rundown: our new friend Liz has had her heart trampled on by someone she loved. For privacy's sake, I won't give you the whole story, but for now, can we agree on Code Blue?" Alexis said with a slight smirk. Both girls looked ecstatic. "We barely ever get to use this one!" Mindy said excitedly. "We'll help in any way we can. Come on, Jazz, let's go get that special something from the Obelisk Diner!" The girls took off again and returned in about two seconds flat, carrying at least ten tubs of vanilla ice cream. "This should be enough, Lex! They usually stop at six!" Jasmine grinned. "Thanks, girls! Spoons ready?" Alexis asked. "Ready!" both girls replied in unison, each pulling out a spoon. Mindy pulled out a second one and handed it to Alexis. Liz's sobs had grown quieter; her throat was dry. She looked up at the group of friends to see why they had visitors, but instead received a mouthful of vanilla ice cream. When she managed to swallow the sweet, cold paste, another spoonful was shoved in right after. "Um...guys, what if she gets a brain freeze?" Reptile asked worriedly after the twentieth mouthful. "Don't worry; we're going slowly enough for her! Besides, I don't think it'll matter in a minute!" Jasmine reassured with a wink. About seven cartons of ice cream later, Liz was sprawled across the bed, dazed. "Remind me again how this helps?" Reptile asked, sweatdropping. "Three," Mindy grinned. "Two," Jasmine giggled. "One," Alexis casually stepped aside to reveal Liz sitting up. "What just happened? And why do I feel so...so..." For a moment, the group was afraid she was going to burst into tears again, until... "So alive!" Liz sprang off the bed, a power-hungry look in her eye as she jogged in place. "Okay, Liz, now that you've had time to think it over, is there anything you want to do that will make you feel better?" Alexis asked. "I know what to do, but Prissy Princeton may not like it!" The girl grinned, reaching under the bed and pulling out five cans of Silly String. Tossing one to each girl, the last word she spoke was, "Revenge." Then, she dashed out the door to the Obelisk dorms. "Oh, I see. A sugar rush," Reptile made a mental note as she sprinted with the others after her roommate. This was going to be fun. Liz arrived at the rich jerk's dorm room, shaking her can of string in preparation. In no time at all, she picked the lock and found the crab-head himself sitting on his bed, looking over his deck. "What the...how'd you all get in here?" he asked, standing up in an attempt to scare them all out. "This is what happens when you mess with a girl and her sugar, Princeton!" Liz yelled, giving Chazz both a piece of her mind and a face full of Silly String. "GAH! WHAT THE HECK?" He screamed. Reptile sprang in after her friend, vandalizing his hair. Then Alexis, Jasmine, and Mindy took their turns. And pretty soon, Chazz was covered from head to toe in the sticky string. The girls sprinted at top speed back to the Slifer dorms, giggling the whole time. Once they were inside, they locked the door and flopped down, panting. "See? I told you revenge was fun! Wasn't I right, Liz?" Reptile looked over, only to see her friend passed out on the bed. "Ah, the after-effect of a sugar rush," Mindy smiled. "After what she's been through, she deserves it," Jasmine said.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX The Dragonfly Man Chapter 1: The Dragonfly Man The Dragonfly Man Syrus stared up at the sky in deep thought. All he thought about was Jaden and his brother, Zane. Everyone had returned from that world except them and Bastian, of course, a couple of others hadn't come back as well. But the ones he missed were Jaden and Zane. At least Jaden was still alive. But his brother... His brother wasn't coming back. Not now, not ever. His brother was dead forever. "Why, Zane? Why?" Syrus asked, looking up at the dark, starry sky. He felt tears fill his eyes. Suddenly, Chazz walked over to him. "Syrus, what are you doing out here in the dark? Everyone was looking for you," Chazz told him, sounding really annoyed. "Sorry," Syrus wiped his tears away. "I was just thinking." "About Jaden, right?" Chazz asked. "Actually..." Syrus started to say, but Chazz cut him off. "Nope, say no more. Jaden is on everyone's mind right now! Even mine! I hate to admit it, but... he was my friend," Chazz sighed. "I was thinking about Zane as well," Syrus whispered. Chazz sighed again. "You must feel pretty depressed right now, huh?" Chazz asked. Syrus just nodded slowly, trying to stop the tears from filling his eyes again. "Can we stop talking about Zane now?" Syrus asked. "Why don't you stop thinking about him?" Chazz asked. "Everyone acts as if nobody else was left behind in that world! Nobody cares that Zane is dead! They didn't shed any tears, only me and Jaden and Professor Crawler!" Syrus shouted. "They only care about Jaden, and that's it!" "We care about Zane too. Now come on, it's cold out here," Chazz demanded, with a frown on his face. Syrus looked up at him as tears rolled down his cheeks. "Fine," Syrus stood up. Chazz began walking, and Syrus followed him. Syrus just couldn't get Jaden and Zane out of his head, mostly Zane. Syrus could suddenly hear the flutter of wings from up in the sky. Syrus looked up but saw nothing. "H-Hey, Chazz?" Syrus called. Chazz was still walking up ahead. "Hm?" Chazz replied. "Did you just hear something, like the flutter of wings?" Syrus asked nervously. Chazz shook his head and kept walking. "I didn't hear anything," Chazz told him. "Oh..." Syrus looked down and continued walking. He suddenly heard it again and looked up, but he still saw nothing. Whatever it was, it sounded big. "What's the matter with you?" Chazz asked him. "Huh?" Syrus looked at him and realized that he had stopped walking. "Oh... sorry..." Syrus began walking again. Chazz also started walking again. After a minute of walking, it happened. Chazz was taken up into the sky very quickly. Syrus didn't even get to see who flew away with Chazz; it all happened too fast. Syrus looked up and saw a dot in the sky heading straight for the big, full moon. It had very large wings and was carrying something; it was obviously Chazz. "Ch-Chazz!" Syrus yelled. He just couldn't believe it. Something had flown away with Chazz, and he didn't even get to see what it was that flew away with him! But he had caught a glimpse of dark blue hair. "What... what... what was that?" Syrus asked, as he collapsed onto his knees. "It was... the Dragonfly Man," someone said softly from behind him. Syrus bolted to his feet and turned around, seeing Blair standing there, looking emotionless. "What are you talking about?" Syrus asked, as tears flowed down his cheeks. "It was your brother," Blair said, with no emotion in her voice whatsoever. "Blair... wh-what are you talking about? Are you saying... are you saying that was my... my brother?" Syrus asked, as he felt his knees tremble. "That is what I just said. Your brother, the Dragonfly Man," Blair said, turning away and beginning to walk off. Syrus fell onto his side and started sobbing. "What is going on... this can't be... no, this can't be," Syrus thought, as he continued to sob. He then slowly sobbed himself to sleep. The next morning, Syrus' eyes fluttered open. His vision was a little blurry, and he realized his glasses weren't on. "M-My glasses, where are my glasses?" Syrus got to his knees and started searching around on the ground. He was sure he had them on the night before. "Here you go, little brother," someone said, as that someone gently placed some glasses into Syrus' hand. Syrus froze in his spot and swallowed hard. "Z-Zane?" Syrus whispered. Syrus quickly put his glasses on, as he heard something take flight into the sky. He looked around and saw that the person wasn't there anymore. "Zane?" Syrus looked up at the sky and saw something flying away. "Zane!" he yelled. "Syrus, we've been looking all over for you!" Alexis and Blair suddenly appeared and knelt down beside him. "Where's Chazz?" "Zane!" Syrus shouted, as tears ran down his cheeks like waterfalls. "Syrus, calm down, what's going on?" Blair asked. "Zane! Zane! The Dragonfly Man! No! Zane!" Syrus reached a hand up to the sky. "Come back, Zane! Zane!" "Syrus," Alexis put her hands on his shoulders and tried to snap him out of it. "ZANE!" Syrus yelled. Nobody will ever know what happened to Chazz. And Syrus wasn't the same after that day. Now he spent all his time in his room, on his bed, rocking back and forth, muttering Zane's name over and over and over again. Everyone thought he had gone crazy.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX The Fighter Chapter 1: The Fighter The lover held her love, she begs him not to go, she unwraps his gloves, the lover said I know, I know, I know, kissed his trembling lips, she touched his fingertips, somehow they both know, he's not coming home, coming home. The Fray "The Fighter" She was propped up against the couch, her head titled back, her hair a suspended waterfall of liquid gold, when he entered his apartment that night. A fringe of gold dusted eyelashes brushed her cheekbones as she turned her lovely tawny gaze to him. For a moment, she studied him in a languid sweep before her strawberry lips formed into a delicate smile. They watched each other for a long minute, as if both of them were afraid that if they made even the slightest movement, the world would suddenly tilt and the other would disappear. In the end, she was the one to make the first move. Her first step was tentative, but once her left foot hit the carpet, her hesitation melted away. In a quiet confidence, she approached him in dainty, perfect steps that almost made him think she was gliding through the air rather than walking. She only paused when she was right before him, close enough that he could feel her radiating heat without touching her. Her slender fingers reached out to brush away a stray strand, her nails barely brushing against his skin. The light contact made him feel as if he was standing before an electrical fence, as the magnetizing heat of her fingertips sizzled against the surface layer of his skin, exciting his slightly dull and deadened nerves to a heightened excitement. And she knew this too, for her lips twitched into a grin at the imperceptible reaction. "Welcome back," she said, the words carried by two short exhalations of breath to his lips before being reclaimed by hers. She waited for his response, but he refused to give her one. Because he knew very well that if he tried to capture her sweet taste, he would want more, something he wasn't deserving of having. Watching her beautiful features twist into an expression of sadness almost broke his heart. However, she did not let him feel guilty as she pulled him into the living room, guiding him with sure feet to the couch. They only halted when her small frame knocked into the strong back frame. She pressed herself against the edge, pulling him to her with a single strong tug. He needed both hands to stop his increasing velocity. The result was the intimate joining of their figures, as he had caged her to the couch with his two arms. Yet that was far from the truth. She was not the one being caged, but rather he was the one in shackles, victim to her every whim. "Please don't go," she pleaded, her fiery words scorched his hypersensitive nerves and his willpower. The last remaining logic he had was the only obstacle that prevented him from making her his, instead of just pressing his nose into the crook of her shoulder. "Please, Zane, I'm scared," she implored, her angelic voice turning her words into sweet, trembling notes of emotion. "Please don't go tomorrow." Her soft whimpers were so endearing, as her words slipped under his skin. He was losing control, so rapidly he was frightened he would not be able to stop himself. The pressure of her satin lips awakened him to reality. He wasn't allowed to have her, to hold her, to love her. He couldn't promise her anything but danger and certain death. With a gentle push, she reestablished that intoxicating distance between them, the distance that made him feel both close and far away from her. "Let's get you out of these soaking clothes," she said, her firm hands loosening the small buttons of his trench coat before it was flippantly thrown to the floor. His black turtleneck followed, along with his socks and shoes, leaving him vulnerable to her tawny irises. Tenderly, she pressed her fingertips to his protruding collarbone, only to soften her touch when he winced. Her nails were like a ghost against his skin as her fingers traveled in streaming lines against his skin. She paid close attention to his scars, tracing their shapes with her nails, kissing each one with her scorching touch before moving on to explore more. Once she had fulfilled her curiosity, she shortened the distance between them, pressing her lips into his. He couldn't hold back this time. He took those satin lips of hers with his, his teeth and tongue laying claim to her saccharine taste. And she responded back with a delicious desperation, frightened he would disappear if she didn't give him everything of her. Because they knew that when tomorrow came, he wouldn't be coming home. However, I haven't written something about them because I couldn't write something that made me feel as if it was worthy of them. But that changed when I heard the song "The Fighter" by The Fray; I thought of these two instantly. This story has no beginning or end, but rather it is just a brief moment in their history. You will notice I didn't mention anything about their school days, because this story isn't about the past but rather the present and their limited time. So now I am going to leave you with this final note. I would love to do a full story with this, but I do not have the time. If you would like to adopt this story, please PM me.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX The Moon's Reflection Chapter 1: The Moon's Reflection Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! GX or its characters. The Moon's Reflection. Bastion sat alone in the Ra Yellow dorm, trying to decide his course of action. Things seemed to be going his way until Alexis joined the Society of Light; now he was on his own. Jaden had disappeared and returned, but ignored him ever since. Syrus and Hassleberry showed no interest either. Chazz was also in the Society. The only friend Bastion had left was Atticus, the only person who came close to wanting Alexis back as much as Bastion himself. Together, they were preparing to challenge Sartorius and disband the Society once and for all. Bastion, however, was only half paying attention. He was tired, and his mind kept moving from the plan to instead focus on Alexis herself. Atticus looked at his friend and quickly ceased his train of thought. "Hey, Bastion," he said gently, "I think we'd better continue our discussion tomorrow. You're in no fit state at the moment. I'd better go now; I think it's getting late anyway." "Alright, I'll see you later." Atticus left, leaving Bastion to lose himself in his train of thoughts. "Come to think of it, why hasn't the Society come for me yet?" Meanwhile, in the Society of Light dorm, Alexis, now dressed in her Society of Light uniform, was restless. She couldn't help but think that something was missing. She knew that what she was doing was for the best, but she wanted a way to make things better. Sartorius often had the answers, so she decided to pay him a visit. His room wasn't far anyway. She approached the door and knocked. A voice from inside spoke, "Enter, Alexis." Alexis obliged and entered to see Sartorius with a deck of cards sat at a table. "So, Alexis," Sartorius began, "what seems to be the problem?" "Well," Alexis hesitated, she didn't want to sound disloyal to the Society, "ever since I've joined the Society of Light, I couldn't help but think that there's been something missing." "Actually," Sartorius interrupted, "that explains a lot." "Does it?" Alexis said, worried. Did Sartorius predict a traitor? "I have recently predicted a new member joining the Society of his own free will. I think he might fill in the missing gap while also proving an asset to the Society. I will leave you the task of recruiting this student. But don't duel him; use persuasion tactics." "Very well." The next day, Bastion got up at the end of class to head back to the Ra Yellow dorm, but Crowler called him before he got a chance to leave. "Wait a minute, Misawa. I'd like a word with you." Bastion halted and went to Crowler. "I noticed that recently, you haven't been approaching your lessons with the usual focus," Bastion noticed that there was no anger in Crowler's voice. It sounded almost sympathetic. Bastion found himself unable to respond. "This is about Alexis and her move to the White Dorm, isn't it? No, don't answer. There are some things that are obvious. I'm afraid I am hardly the person to give you advice on such matters, but maybe it would help to find out why she joined. Usually, I wouldn't say anything in approval of the Society, but many have joined; maybe she's happy there." Bastion didn't reply. He decided that talking to her might help. Crowler turned to leave the classroom and signaled for Bastion to do the same. Bastion stood at the cliff's edge, looking out into the ocean, wondering where to find Alexis. She was probably seeking out someone to challenge into the dorm, just not him. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a hand on his left shoulder and a familiar voice: "Bastion." "Alexis," Bastion began, not moving, "why did you join the Society? Why did you leave me?" Alexis wrapped her right arm around Bastion and brought him into an embrace. "Firstly, I joined the Society because it allows us to show everyone how skilled we really are. Sartorius finds the strongest duelists in order to allow them to prove themselves." Bastion remained static, so Alexis continued, her voice sweeter: "And I never left you; I just needed to find the right time for you to enter the Society. I asked Sartorius; he finds you worthy. So I come to ask you to never leave my side. Together, we shall achieve perfection." "No!" A voice cried from the distance. Atticus was running towards the couple as fast as possible. Bastion looked at him; his face fell, and he shook his head. "I'm sorry, Atticus. I've made my decision." With that, he left. Within two days, everyone in the Society knew of Bastion's presence. He was dressed entirely in white and in the same position of power as Chazz and Alexis. Sartorius looked at the two of them together and thought to himself: "Excellent, a powerful ally, and Alexis is happy again. The Society's time to move is here." Alexis said to Bastion as she kissed him: "You know, white really suits you." After kissing her back, he replied: "I couldn't agree more." I know it's short, but please review. I don't have a lot of time at the moment (doing a lot of drama, including a film audition online). I'll try to update my other fics shortly.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX The Photo on the Shelf Chapter 1: The Photo on the Shelf Don't ask me how I came up with this, but the idea kind of entered my mind and I thought I'd jot it down. I own nothing. Zane jumped out of bed at the sound of a baby's cry. "I'm coming," he called, "Daddy's coming!" Zane ran down the hallway of his new apartment, nearly slipping on his own feet. "Daddy's here!" he said once he got to the room he was going to. The room had soft white carpet, white walls with a pink border, toys scattered about, and a white crib near the window. Zane walked up to the crib and looked at the child inside. "Jan, what is it?" he asked the crying child. The baby looked up at him and cried harder. "Come here," Zane said, lifting the baby girl out of her bed and bringing her to the kitchen. "You hungry?" he asked while he put a bottle in the microwave. Once the infant heard the bottle going in the microwave, she started to giggle. "Thought so," Zane said. Zane took the bottle out of the microwave once it was ready and began to feed his daughter. "So, have any good dreams?" he asked her. Jan just kept drinking her bottle. She had brown hair and dark blue eyes. Her skin was pale and her eyelashes were long. "Didn't think so," Zane said, while balancing his cheek on his hand. He looked over at the photo he kept on a shelf next to the rocking chair he fed Jan in. The photo had him in it. He was wearing a blue shirt, hat, and glasses. A young woman was in the photo, holding Jan. She had light brown hair that went down to her shoulders. She was in a yellow tank-top and white shorts. She had Jan in her arms, who was wearing the same thing, only Jan had on a white sun hat. Zane wouldn't let Jan go outside without a hat. Once Jan was done eating, Zane put the bottle on the table stool next to the rocking chair. He walked over and took the picture off the shelf. Jan started grabbing at the photo. "Mommy..." she said, cooed. Zane put the picture back and used his free hand to wipe a tear from his eye. "Yeah...I miss Mommy too," he told Jan, before taking her back to bed. Once Zane was sure Jan was asleep, he went back and got the picture. He sat down in the rocking chair and stared at it for a while. He didn't know how long he stared at that old photo, but he was sure it was at least an hour or so. "Cairly..." he whispered, "What happened to you?" Zane held the photo to his chest. He let a couple of tears fall. Before he knew it, a couple had turned into a waterfall. He could still remember the day he left Cairly...the day he knew she was too far gone to help. (Flashback) Cairly was putting on her lipstick and touching up her makeup. "Cairly, what are you doing?" Zane asked, standing in the doorway to the bathroom. Cairly rolled her eyes. "I'm going out," she said, flipping her brown hair to the side. "Again?" Zane asked. "Yeah...got a problem with that?" Cairly replied. Zane was taken aback by his girlfriend's response. "Umm...no, it's just you went out last night...and the night before that..." he said. "So? What's the drama?" Cairly asked. "Nothing, it's just...I thought maybe you'd want to stay home with me and Jan tonight," Zane stuttered, "you know, like we used to." "Like we used to, like we used to," Cairly teased, mocking Zane's voice. "Well, maybe I'm sick of the 'how we used to'!" she said, using her fingers. "What's your problem?" Zane yelled. "You've been acting this way ever since you started going to that club!" Cairly laughed. "No, I've been acting this way since I got into your pot!" she told Zane. Zane shook his head. "You did drugs?" he asked in surprise. "You did too..." Cairly replied. "Yeah, but I stopped when I met you and when Jan was born!" Zane said. "Yeah, well I found it and tried it," Cairly told Zane, "so what?" Zane tightened his fists. "So, what! So, what! What do you mean so what!" Zane yelled, "Ever since you've been acting like a bitch!" Jan started crying once she heard her father screaming. Zane turned around. "Damn, look what you made me do!" he said. "What?" Cairly said, "All you did was wake up that little poop machine...so big deal." Zane's mouth dropped. "She's a baby and she needs her sleep!" Zane hissed. "No, she's a little mistake!" Cairly screamed and slammed the door. Zane shook his head. "She isn't going to change..." he thought. He knew that was true. So he didn't fight it. He walked into his and Cairly's bedroom, grabbed his clothes and suitcase, packed some diapers and some clothes for Jan, scribbled down a goodbye note for Cairly, and left. Zane wasn't about to let his daughter grow up with a mother like that. (End Flashback) Zane missed Cairly. But not the Cairly he had left. He missed the Cairly he had fallen in love with...the Cairly who he had shared his daughter with...the Cairly who had made him go back to normal and stop being Hell Kaiser. He missed Cairly...but Cairly was gone. Zane placed the photo back on the shelf and went to bed. Cairly could save him from himself, but he couldn't do the same for her. Yeah, just a little one-shot I came up with before bedtime. So please, no flames, and R&R!

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX Truth Behind the Eyes Chapter 1: Truth Behind the Eyes Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! GX. Takahashi does. I merely own this one-shot. It takes place in Season 4. Truth Behind the Eyes "You just don't see." "How can I see something that was never there to begin with?" Harsh words ring throughout her mind. How did it happen again...? Oh, yeah... Yubel had wanted Jaden to feel her pain. She hurt him and hurt him until it drove him to embrace the Supreme King that dwelled deep inside of him. Now Jaden, after all that happened with Yubel, had become blind to the one thing that had kept him strong for more than three years. "You're not yourself." "Of course I'm myself. This is who I am, Alicia. Deal with it." "No, this isn't you! The Jaden I know isn't like this!" "This is who I am... it's who I'll always be... and if you can't accept that, then I guess we're not meant to be..." Lips quiver, fingers clench the hem of a red blazer, and tears leave dark spots on his back. "You don't see anything anymore. You're blind now." "I don't see what you want me to see. And I don't want to see it." "So you'd rather not see our love anymore?" "Not if it's not the truth..." "The truth?! How is it not the truth!? We've been in love for so long, Jaden, there's no way that what I feel for you is a lie!! No, what you see now is the lie, not what you're neglecting to see!!" Her forehead pressed against his muscular back, her fingers tightening their hold on the back of his blazer, and her tears continued to spill from her eyes. Her body trembled violently as the harsh words continue to send blow after blow to her heart. "You're wrong. You want to know what I see so badly? I see me wasting three years on someone who can't obviously accept reality." "No... that's not true... it's you who can't accept reality, Jaden, not me..." "It's over, Alicia, and there's nothing you can do." "All you see is how you want it to be. So you keep on living this lie..." "It's over!! Don't you understand?! I don't love you anymore!!" Pleading whispers fall from trembling lips as fast as the tears fall. He remains silent and doesn't move; the stars shining down on them. There was nothing more to be said. He had said it all and so had she. "You... don't love me anymore?" "Yes, I don't love you anymore." "H-How can you say that? After all that I've done for you...?" "Maybe you should've thought of that before you tried forcing me to believe the lie you've trapped yourself in." "J-Jaden..." "No, Alicia, the truth is right here in front of me and you know it." "Y-You're wrong... you still love me... you have to..." "And what makes you think that? Is that all I'm worth? Loving you? I don't think so. I'm going to make a name for myself with or without you." "Jaden... it's Yubel talking... it's Yubel... you don't mean that..." "Oh, blame her now! Of course you would! You were always the jealous type!" "...Jaden..." "It's over, Alicia, goodbye..." And then he had walked away... Silence remained until finally he spoke, his rich voice sending the old soothing feeling that it used to through her body and easing her mind. "What do you want, Alicia?" "I want you back, Jaden. I'm so sorry." "Why do you say you're sorry? It's not your fault." She froze at those words. Stepping back, Alicia watched Jaden turn around slowly. That's when she noticed the warmth was back in his chocolate brown eyes. "I was blind to the truth. You were right. I should be the one to apologize, Ali." Ali. The one name he hadn't uttered to her since before he fused with Yubel. The moment it cascaded from his lips, she knew he wasn't lying. "Jaden..." "I do love you still, Ali." "Honestly?" "Always have, always will." She embraced him and he felt his lips being covered with her own. He had gone so long without the feeling of Alicia's kiss. It had actually driven him almost to madness. Now they were together again. "Oh, Jaden, I've been so lost without you." Kisses rained down his face and across his mouth. Each one more tender than the last. "I'm back to normal now, Ali." "But how?" The kisses stopped and her emerald eyes dug into his. "Alexis actually saved me." Alicia blinked slowly, her eyes darkening. "So she was able to save you where I could not... great..." "Ali..." "So, what, you two have a wonderful moment under the stars or something? Did you guys even pause and think about Zane or me?" "Ali, that's not how it went." "Prove it!!" He sighed and said, "Alexis brought me back by showing me how much I was still in love with you." "S-She did?" Alicia sighed. Boy, she felt like a jealous moron. "I love you, Ali, and no one else will ever hear those words from me." Jaden kissed her with everything he had. No matter what, he was going to make her see the truth behind his eyes. Eyes filled with love and love only for her. Alicia was his true love. And he wasn't going to lose her ever again. The End Syrus Fanatic 4-Ever

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX Chapter 1: Walking the Entrance Exam Notes – For the GX_100. Set pre-GX, referencing one of the decks Fubuki uses in the Tag Force series. "You really didn't have to duel, you know," Samejima said, walking over to his young student as other duels continued in the arena below. "I know your abilities, so I already knew that you'd win and get past the entrance exam." Ryo shook his head and turned from the matches to look at the older man. "It would not be fair to anyone else if you had just let me in," he said. "If I want to become a student of Duel Academia, then I must do this the same as all the other students do. Otherwise, it would seem as if I don't respect the abilities of the examiners and see myself as above them, which is not the case." Samejima had not expected any less. Ryo valued respect before all else; something that Samejima himself had taught the boy while he was training at the Cyber Dojo. "I'm glad that you passed, then," Samejima concluded. "Now, I have to go deal with some of the paperwork before it piles up, but I hope you see some potential while watching these matches." "There's a lot of potential to be seen," Ryo confirmed, bowing to his mentor before going back to watching the matches. The examiners were given a set selection of decks to test the students on, to find out which ones had the true talent. If they had been dueling using their own decks, it would have been much harder on the students, but in order to give these freshmen a chance, the test decks had to be used. Despite this, it was amazing how many different combinations could be done using the same decks. A few students really seemed to make the examiners think hard about how they could win. One student that stood out in particular to Ryo was a brunette boy who was currently dueling. When the boy had said he was going to be using a deck composed of normal monsters that didn't have effects, Ryo had noticed out of the corner of his eye that the examiner had smirked a little, but now he was probably regretting that. The boy showed the raw power of normal beasts and managed to summon high-level monsters like Sengenjin to the field with little effort at all. The duel was ended with a burst of power from Wild Nature's Release, which enabled the boy to take the examiner's life points down to nothing. The signal went to confirm the defeat, and an announcer declared that the winner of the match was Fubuki Tenjoin. When his name was called out, the one called Fubuki made a show of bowing before walking from the arena. Something about him intrigued Ryo. It wasn't so much that he seemed to regard the duel as something that spectators should watch, as it was the skill he'd shown. He'd come in with the sort of deck an examiner would expect to weed out within a few minutes and made something so strong out of it. If this boy was going to be a student, then Ryo wanted to know him. He left watching the tests for the moment, making his way down the stands to where Fubuki was sat, looking through his cards. By that time, Ryo had remembered he wasn't good at starting conversations, and he was a stranger to this person. He couldn't just run over and say at random that he liked his duel, as that would have been much too forward. It seemed he didn't have to worry, though, as Fubuki turned to look at him and said, "You were the guy who was up earlier. Ryo, was it? That was an amazing match – I've never seen a Cyber Style deck in action before." Thankfully for Ryo, this boy was forward enough to start a conversation on his own. "I was just going to say the same to you, Tenjoin," Ryo said politely. "No need for the mannerisms, Fubuki will do just fine," he was told, with a dismissive wave of Fubuki's hand. And Ryo did notice that he hadn't seemed to mind when Fubuki had addressed him by his first name, though they were not familiar with each other. "Fubuki, then, you will be an interesting opponent to duel and colleague to work alongside," said Ryo. "That beast deck should be a good challenge." "Oh, this? This isn't my regular deck," Fubuki admitted. "I like it, and it's got a lot of attack power, but I was mostly just using the exam to try it out." The statement caught Ryo off-guard. Fubuki had come to the entrance exams for the most respected academia of dueling in the world and had walked through his test using a deck that he hadn't properly tried out before? It wasn't that Ryo was unfamiliar with people using multiple decks, though he himself mostly stayed with a single style, but having such confidence would almost border on arrogance had Fubuki not backed it up with the skill. "So, what is your usual deck like?" Ryo asked curiously. Glancing up from the cards, Fubuki made a wink at Ryo. "I'm not telling you that," he said. "Because I've seen that you, Ryo, are tied with me at the top of the leaderboard so far, which makes us rivals. And I don't want to give you a preview of my true work before we meet in the arena." With that, he got up and walked off to get his uniform, leaving Ryo standing there. This strange boy, who had gotten through the entrance exam so oddly, certainly left a strong first impression on Ryo.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX Who Let Them in the Kitchen *Chapter 1: Who Let Them in the Kitchen* "YOU'RE baking a cake?" Chazz asked. "Yup!" Jaden said simply. "What for?" Chazz inquired. "Zane's birthday is today! Alexis and he are doing something together, and I'm going to bake him a birthday cake," Syrus explained. "What do you know about baking?" Chazz asked in a contemptuous tone. "Well... nothing," Sy admitted. "That's why we're asking you," Jaden told him. "I don't know anything about baking! Why don't you ask Bastion..." Chazz said irritably. "Good idea! Thanks, Chazz!" Syrus said, turning to leave. "Are you coming, Chazz?" Jaden asked, seeing Chazz follow. "Yeah, but I'm not baking. I'm just here to watch....This should be good," Chazz replied. A bit later, Jaden, Syrus, Chazz, and Bastion found themselves in the Academy kitchens attempting to bake a cake. "So, what kind of cake should we bake?" Jaden asked. Syrus thought for a moment. "I think Zane would want vanilla..." "Vanilla cake and vanilla icing? That's so boring!" Jaden protested. "He's a boring guy," Chazz said. "All he ever does is duel." "Not jealous, are you, Chazz? That Zane is spending time with Alexis?" Bastion asked in a smug tone. "No," Chazz replied. "C'mon, Zane isn't that bad! He's a great duelist, after all. He beat me," Jaden said. "Of course, I was going easy on him..." "Yeah, sure," Chazz said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Uhh, guys, I think we should be concentrating on making this cake," Syrus said worriedly. "Alright, let's get started," Bastion said, reading the box. "We need three eggs." "Uhh, we're all out of eggs," Jaden informed them, looking in the fridge. "Oh great... now what are we going to do?" Syrus asked. "Leave it to me, Sy," Jaden said confidently, and with that, he left. "Yeah, and where did you get them?" Chazz asked when Jaden returned. "I... borrowed them from the Obelisk Blue kitchen," Jaden said. "You stole them!" Chazz accused. "I consider it a loan..." Jaden responded, scratching his head. "Yes, but why did you get so many?" Bastion questioned. "You said three dozen," Jaden said, confused. "No, I said three," Bastion corrected. "Oh... oops," Jaden replied. "You know how much a dozen is?" Syrus asked, a bit shocked. "Oh, come on, Sy! Give me some credit, will ya?" Jaden said. "Well, you didn't know what 'fiancée' meant..." Syrus said in a trivial tone. "And that's common knowledge," Bastion added. "So, I didn't know what it meant, I know now," Jaden replied. "Um... not exactly," Syrus answered, but Jaden didn't hear him. "So, what are we going to do with all the extra eggs?" Chazz asked. Jaden thought for a moment. "EGG FIGHT!" he cried happily, throwing an egg at Chazz and hitting him in the arm. Chazz wiped the yolk and shell off, extremely annoyed. "Slacker!" he hissed, grabbing an egg and aiming it at Jaden. "Good aim, Chazz!" Jaden complimented. "But that did hurt..." he added, rubbing the spot. "Join the party, Bastion!" he said, throwing an egg at Bastion, as he was the only one not yet hit. The egg fight ended when Jaden attempted to smash one in Chazz's hair. Chazz grabbed Jaden's arm, stopping him. "Do not mess up the hair," he warned, taking the egg. "We'd better start making this cake," Bastion spoke up, wiping his face with a towel. Syrus nodded his agreement. "Yeah, you guys, we need to do this!" "Well, what did you expect? None of us can bake here. Just buy the man a cake, I'm sure he won't mind. He probably won't eat it anyway. He never eats..." Chazz said. "Zane eats!" Syrus insisted. "Ever seen him?" Chazz retorted. "Yeah, he always ate at home," Syrus defended. "At home, maybe, but has anyone ever seen him eat at Duel Academy?" Chazz asked. Syrus, Jaden, and Bastion all looked at each other, thinking about what Chazz said. Did Zane eat? "Now that you mention it..." Jaden said slowly. "Chazz, that isn't fair. None of us eat with him, how would we know?" Bastion said briskly. "Right now, we have to figure out what to do about this cake." "Like I said, just buy him one," Chazz insisted. "That isn't a bad idea," Bastion admitted. "We can't give him this." "But, you guys, we're on an island. Where could we buy a cake?" Sy asked glumly. "Let Chazz handle this," Chazz said, brandishing a cell phone. After a few calls, a cake was being flown out to Duel Academy. "You can afford that, Chazz?" Syrus asked. "Hello, I'm rich, remember?" Chazz replied. "Thanks, Chazz! You really saved the day!" Syrus told him gratefully. "Yeah, I know," Chazz replied rather smugly. "Yes, what would we ever do without you..." Bastion stated dryly. "Hey, I can tell them to take this cake right back!" Chazz threatened. "No!" Jaden and Sy said together. Syrus was already running to find Zane. "ZANE!" he called. "Don't drop the cake!" Jaden called as they all hastened to catch up. "Don't jinx him," Chazz said. Syrus finally found Zane and approached him. "Thanks, Sy," Zane said simply. "We made you a cake!" Jaden said, holding out the old one, sweat dripping slightly. "But we kinda burnt it... so we bought you this one!" he said, gesturing to the one Syrus was carrying. "We'll let you decide which one you want," he said, grinning.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX Chapter 1: With Tongue Judai doesn't have a huge interest in watching TV shows that aren't cartoons or about Duel Monsters. Manjoume, however, gets easily sucked into cable shows and scoffs at commercials for cheap products beneath his wealth, despite using many of them himself. He is currently absorbed in a romance drama he has never seen before. "Come on, just kiss already!" he shouts, slapping his hand down on the ground between him and Judai. Judai laughs and pops another honey butter chip into his mouth. "You're so weird, man, they can't hear you." Manjoume hushes him, and Judai chuckles. Judai leans back against his bed, eating his chips a little quieter at Manjoume's oh-so very polite request. He admits that the story is sort of engaging, but not nearly enough for him to even remember character names. If it weren't for the chips and Manjoume's over-the-top reactions, he'd be bored out of his mind. The music swells, and instead of the cheering Judai expected, Manjoume gasps when the two characters finally kiss. Manjoume's fists clench in victory; Judai wonders if Manjoume is silent because he doesn't want to "ruin" the moment between the characters. He's so funny when he gets like this. "Finally," Manjoume says when the big moment starts dying down. Judai shrugs. "Is it over now?" he asks, staring into his chip bag at the last remaining chip among the crumbs. "You said we could test out our new decks." Manjoume doesn't respond. He's still watching the TV intently, now with less zeal and more observation. The characters are making out, just briefly, but Judai spots tongue and bets that's what Manjoume is zoning in on. They've kissed plenty of times, but nothing like how the actors were. "Let's try that," Manjoume insists suddenly. Judai consumes his last chip, dumps the crumbs in his mouth, and shrugs. "Hmm... yeah, sure, I'm down." They turn to face each other and lean in to kiss as they normally do, pressing their closed lips together. They kiss a few times before Manjoume puts his hand on Judai's face and plants a slightly open kiss on him. Judai responds in kind, already unsure about being able to feel Manjoume's teeth against his lips. He said he'd try this, so he doesn't pull back when Manjoume sighs, parts his mouth a little wider, and slips his tongue into Judai's mouth. Judai touches his tongue to Manjoume's in a real attempt to reciprocate, but he pulls back the second he does. "Blegh, that did not feel good," he says, sticking his tongue out as his face scrunches. No, no way, that was too weird. It was just licking a thick, wet muscle, and the entire taste and texture combination was all wrong. At least Manjoume is also grimacing when they part, seemingly feeling the same way as Judai. He's often making some kind of bothered face, but the distaste this time is very obvious. He keeps attempting to re-twist his expression otherwise - maybe he really wanted to like it, but, like Judai, straight up didn't. Judai makes an effort to fully express that he hated it; he purses his lips, furrows his brow, and tries to mimic what he's seen Manjoume do. "Can we never do that again? It was so gross, seriously." Whatever array of emotions is processing in Manjoume's head shows in his eyes. Judai detects disappointment in there at some point, but he can't be sure; Manjoume always has a lot of feelings to go through, and it's honestly something Judai loves about him. There's a beat before Manjoume finally gives an annoyed response. "Well, I thought it was good, Judai," he says, "I don't see what was wrong with it." He's lying, but it's okay. Judai may not pick up on what Manjoume is feeling all the time, but he's used to Manjoume's weird game of needing to oppose him even when they agree. He chuckles and leans back on his hands so he can watch which show Manjoume puts on this time. "I dunno, man, tongues feel weird. It's all slimy and wet. Not my favorite if we're being honest, I like what we were doing before better." Sure enough, Manjoume's features relax a little as they do when Judai plays along. Judai never bothers calling Manjoume's bluff outright since it's way more fun to treat it like a game - not quite a duel, but definitely a game. Manjoume clears his throat. "Then I guess we'll have to agree to disagree and not do it again," he declares. He glances to the side and adds, "But I guess you're not wrong. It might have been a little weird." Judai grins. "Okay, cool." He pushes himself back up and kisses Manjoume's cheek. Manjoume, predictably, blushes and huffs. "We can keep kissing more if you want, though," Judai offers. Manjoume obviously represses his eagerness, probably for the sake of keeping up his thing about being a little aloof. Unfortunately for him, his true feelings show right through his attempted facade every time. "Well, if that's what you want to do, then I guess that's fine," he says, as if he isn't already scooting closer to Judai. "Mmm, yeah, it's what I want to do right now," Judai teases and gives Manjoume another quick kiss on his cheek. "What about you?" Manjoume puts his hand on top of Judai's and looks him in the eye. "Who do you think you're talking to?" Judai grins. "The Great Manjoume?" he teases. Manjoume grins back. "Damn straight."

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX World Domination Tale of The Chibi Manjoume Group Chapter 1: World Domination Tale of The Chibi Manjoume Group Chibi Pili: YAY for us! "Shouji, Jun," Chosaku said firmly as he stepped into the living room. Shouji looked up from his advanced math homework, which was several levels higher than what a typical eleven-year-old would be doing. Jun, on the other hand, looked up at him with cards and candy wrappers all around him, a lollipop in his mouth. "We're going to take over the world!" Chosaku announced. Shouji raised an eyebrow. "I think you've been watching too much anime with Jun," he said. Jun nodded in agreement. "I'm talking seriously!" the eldest brother called out. "So are we..." Shouji mumbled. Jun nodded again. "Besides, Mommy always says you can't even keep your room clean, how are you going to take over the world?" He asked, licking his lollipop. Chosaku raised one finger. "First, my room has nothing to do with world domination. Second," he added another finger, "I have a genius plan!" Shouji asked, "Why do you even want to take over the world?" Chosaku replied, "Because if we take over the world, we can have anything we want! Mwhahahahahahah." Shouji pointed out, "We're rich, we can have anything we want..." Chosaku interrupted, "That's not a reason to ruin my dramatic moment! Do you know how hard it is to develop a good evil laughter?" Shouji apologized, saying "Sorry..." Jun asked, "Oh! Does it mean I can have a pony?" The two looked at him, and Shouji told the six-year-old, "Jun, you already have three ponies." Jun exclaimed, "So? I want a pony!" Shouji and Chosaku looked at each other, surprised. Chosaku called out, "Can we go back to my genius plan for world domination?" The two nodded in agreement. Chosaku looked around, found a white piece of paper and a pen, and wrote something on it. He then showed his younger siblings the paper, saying, "This is how we're going to do it!" Shouji, for the third time, raised an eyebrow. "PFDM? What's that? Please Find...Da Magnet?" Jun suggested, "Paper Flies Dip Master?" Shouji thought for a moment and added, "Play For Dumbledore's..." Jun joined in, "Monkeys?" Shouji said, "Good one." Jun thanked him. Chosaku cleared his throat, "AHEM!" Shouji apologized, saying "Sorry." Chosaku explained, "PFDM means Politics, Financial, and Duel Monsters!" Shouji and Jun exclaimed, "Oh..." in unison. Chosaku stated, "Yes, oh. Now, this is how it's going to work." He pointed at Shouji, saying, "I'm going to be a politician, the top, the best! And you, you're going to be the top of the financial world!" Shouji asked, "How do you know that I'm even planning to do something that has to do with the financial world? How do you know that I wasn't planning to be a... historian?" Chosaku replied, "Well, little brother, that's because first, you love math and you're really good at it, and second, you don't even like history." Shouji admitted, "...Good point..." Chosaku smiled, saying, "I know, that's why it's called 'my genius plan world domination'! Now, back to my plan, Jun, you're going to be the king of games!" Jun excitedly called out, "OK!" Chosaku continued, "With us ruling politics, financials, and Duel Monsters, the world will be ours easily! MWHAHAHAHAHA!" Shouji complimented Chosaku, saying, "You were right, it is a good evil laughter." Chosaku thanked him, adding, "Thanks, it's part of my plan. How can you control the world without an evil laughter?" Jun asked, "Oh! I want one too!" jumping up and down. "I want one! I want one! I want one! I want one!" Chosaku agreed, "OK! We'll work on it later. Now, this is how we will be known as!" Chosaku wrote something on the other side of the paper and showed it to his siblings. Jun asked, "MG? My grandma?" Shouji suggested, "Machine gun?" Jun added, "Main Gang? Magical Grapes? Myasthenia gravis?" The two looked at their youngest brother, surprised. Jun explained, "I saw it on the science channel... it's an autoimmune disease." Shouji asked, "So what's MG?" Chosaku replied, "Manjoume Group!" The two remained silent for a moment before Shouji spoke up. Jun asked, "So no magical grapes?" Chosaku replied, "No." Jun exclaimed, "But I want a magical grape!" Chosaku got frustrated, saying, "But I don't have a magical grape!" Jun called out again, "But I want a magical grape!" Shouji intervened, saying, "Jun, we don't have magical grapes." Jun asked, "So when we control the world, can I have a magical grape?" Shouji sighed, "Umm... OK." Jun jumped up and down, excitedly calling out, "YAY! I'll have a magical grape!" Chosaku told Shouji, "The hell with you and your magical grapes." Shouji replied, "Magical grape! Magical grape! Magical grape!" Chosaku suggested, "Well, next time write like a normal person." Shouji and Jun called out in unison, "SHUT UP!" Jun looked at them, tears in his eyes, and started crying. Shouji picked up another lollipop and gave it to Jun, who immediately stopped crying. Chosaku said, "So... we're going to take over the world, right?" Shouji replied, "I guess." Jun exclaimed, "YAY! Then I'll have a pony, and a magical grape, and tons of candy!" Chosaku smiled, saying, "Good. Now... about your evil laughter..." Yes, Manjoume Chosaku was indeed an ambitious and determined young teenager. Chibi Pili: YAY! I love sugar-high Jun! Chibi Jun: I want my pony, magical grape, and candy! Accidia: Just R&R

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX Your Body Is A Wonderland Disclaimer: I don't own YGO GX or the song "Your Body Is A Wonderland". Takes place during STM. Please review and rate, no flames. Oneshot. Jesse awoke to the sight of Cyrah staring at him with her heterochromatic eyes. A soft smile played on his lips as he rolled over, his arm shielding his eyes from the early December morning's rays, and he blinked away the sleep from his light green eyes. Cyrah let a small blush appear on her cheeks when she realized Jesse was awake. "Morning, Cyrah," he said, grinning. "G-Good morning, Jesse," she stammered, looking at him. Jesse smirked, reaching out and grabbing Cyrah by her waist, pulling her into bed with him. She let out a yelp of surprise and giggled uncontrollably as he started to tickle her. The radio was playing in the background, and Jesse nuzzled his face into the side of Cyrah's neck. She sighed softly, only to let out another yelp of surprise when Jesse nipped her ear. "Jesse! Stop it, you weirdo!" Cyrah exclaimed, trying to pull away from him and escape the blankets. He chuckled, "C'mon, just relax." Jesse propped himself up on his elbow, leaning over Cyrah, and he kissed her gently for a minute. The radio changed songs. "Hey, I know this song," he said, very softly beginning to sing it, a devious gleam in his eyes. We got the afternoon, You got this room for two, One thing I've left to do, Discover me, Discovering you. Jesse playfully ran his hands down her upper body and to her waist. Cyrah turned pink, trying to escape him again, only to have him hug her close to himself. One mile to every inch of, Your skin like porcelain, One pair of candy lips and, Your bubblegum tongue. "Knock it off; you're acting weird, Jess," Cyrah whispered, after Jesse ran his fingertips across her lips and gave her a quick deep kiss. The teal blue-haired adolescent only continued to sing in her ear, playfully undoing her pigtails and letting her hair free. Cause if you want love, We'll make it, Swim in a deep sea, Of blankets, Take all your big plans, And break 'em, This is bound to be a while. Your body is a wonderland, Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands), Your body is a wonderland. He cupped her face, brushing his knuckles across it, and her dark violet feathered bangs fell into her light silver eye. Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your face, I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase, You tell me where to go and, Though I might leave to find it, I'll never let your head hit the bed, Without my hand behind it. You want love, We'll make it, Swim in a deep sea, Of blankets, Take all your big plans, And break 'em, This is bound to be a while. Your body is a wonderland, Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands), Your body is a wonderland. Jesse leaned over her, breathing into her ear, and smirking at the same time. Cyrah blushed even worse, clearly embarrassed. Damn baby, You frustrate me, I know you're mine, all mine, all mine But you look so good it hurts sometimes. "Why are you doing this…?" "'Cause it's the truth, Cyrah…" Your body is a wonderland, Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands), Your body is a wonderland, Your body is a wonderland… Wrapping his arms around her, Jesse kissed Cyrah intensely. His tongue danced with hers as she relaxed and her blush slowly faded away. There was just something about Jesse she couldn't resist. And the fact that he cared about her just as much as she did him made her smile. Cyrah loved Jesse more than anything. And he seemed to feel the same. "Jesse…" Cyrah murmured against his mouth. "Yeah, Cyrah?" Jesse replied, pulling away slightly and opening his eyes. "Do you really love me?" she whispered, terrified of his answer. Jesse blinked a few times, "Baby…" He held her close. "Of course I really love you. You're my Cyrah. My moon." Cyrah sighed deeply. Jesse smelled really good and he was so warm and comforting. He was also the first man that loved her for her. The first man she had ever allowed herself to fall in love with. Jesse was her protector. Her best friend. Her love. As she was his. "I want you to marry me, Cyrah…" Time seemed to stop. Cyrah slowly looked at Jesse in shock, "W-What did you just say?" Jesse stared at her with sincerity in his gaze, "I want you to marry me, Cyrah. I want you to be my wife. I love you and I want to have a family with you. I want to love and protect you forever. Will you marry me?" "Yes…" Cyrah heard her answer before she even knew it herself. It was automatic and it felt natural. "I'll marry you, Jesse." He kissed her in happiness, "So what now, Almost Mrs. Jesse Andersen?" He teased. She smiled at him, "How about I hear you sing to me again?" "As you wish." Snuggling up to her, Jesse began to sing softly in her ear, never wanting to let go. He could already hear the wedding bells ring. And they would truly find a happy ending no matter what anyone else said. A fairytale no longer. But a reality for two people madly in love… The End Syrus Fanatic 4-Ever

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-GX Yugioh GX vs? Chapter 1: Yugioh GX vs? Yu-gi-oh GX vs.? (You'll just have to read to find out) It was a normal day, like any other, for Jaden Yuki. Well, if you consider dueling a monkey normal, then yes. He was off on what appeared to be another one of his adventures, obviously going to duel some random character out of nowhere. But not in this story. Jaden was going to discover a whole new breed of monsters. Let the story begin! "What was that?" Jaden asked. "What!" Sirius screamed. "Oh my God, I'm deaf." "Really, now I can make fun of you all I want," said Jaden. Jaden then began screaming at Sirius. The entire school heard Jaden, and all of their mouths were dropped to the ground. Anyway, back to the real story. Jaden and his friends ran off into the woods to where the deafening scream came from. It was too dark in the woods to see, so eventually Jaden tripped over something. Chumley eventually pulled out a flashlight. "Why didn't you just get it out in the first place?" asked Jaden. "I was thinking about grilled cheeses," replied Chumley. "What the hell is it with you and freakin' grilled cheeses?" Jaden asked. "Well, what is it with you and your fantasies about Alexis?" Chumley retorted. "SHUT UP, CHUMLEY! Alexis is right behind me," Jaden said. Jaden then shined the flashlight on the ground to reveal a strange-looking creature, at least to them. It was the one and only Pikachu, with a confused look on its face. "What the hell is that thing?" asked Alexis. "I don't know, kill it!" yelled Jaden. Jaden then pulled out a shotgun and shot the Pikachu. Pikachu fell to the ground, dead. Ash Ketchum then came running up to Pikachu and started to cry. "What the hell is wrong with you? How could you? You sick bastard! That was an innocent Pikachu. I have one just like him, my best friend," Ash said, his voice filled with emotion. "Okay, okay, first of all, what the hell is a Pikachu? And second, I'm Jaden. Who are you?" Jaden asked. "Uhhh... I'm Ash Ketchum from Pallet Town," Ash replied. "Where's that?" Jaden asked. "Gee, you know I'm not really actually sure," Ash said. "What's this toy?" asked Jaden, pointing to the Poké Ball. "It's a Poké Ball, what else would it be?" Ash replied. "So what's in it?" asked Alexis. "A Pokémon," Ash said. "A POKÉMON!" they all screamed. "WHAT!" screamed Sirius. Jaden then took the shotgun and killed Sirius, having no regard for his deafness or death. "Anyway, what do you do with Pokémon?" asked Jaden. "You battle with them," Ash replied. "Can they make a good grilled cheese?" asked Chumley. Jaden attempted to shoot Chumley, but found out he was out of ammo. "Dammit!" said Jaden. "What's that thing on your arm?" asked Ash, pointing to the Duel Disk. "It's a Duel Disk," said Jaden. "So let's duel!" "Uhhh... if you mean battle, then sure," Ash replied. (In case you're wondering, Kaiba Corp. has made the monsters real now when you play them.) "Get your game on," said Jaden. "I'm gonna summon up the Elemental Hero Avian. Then, I'll throw down a face-down card and call it a turn," Jaden said. "What the hell is a face-down card doing on the field?" Ash asked. "It's a trap. I mean, dammit, shut the hell up!" Jaden said. "Okay, Pikachu, I choose you, buddy," Ash said. Pikachu then pooped on Ash's head and ran toward Avian. "Pikachu, Thunderbolt!" Ash shouted. "Not so fast, I had a trap," Jaden said. "A what?" Ash asked. "Go, Hero Barrier! It negates one of your monster's attacks, so long as I have an Elemental Hero on the field," Jaden explained. Pikachu's Thunderbolt was then deteriorated. "Now it's my turn, I play Polymerization to fuse Avian with Burstinatrix to create the Elemental Hero Flame Wingman! And thanks to his special ability, you take damage to your life points, when Flame Wingman destroys a monster, equal to your monster's attack points," Jaden said. "Attack points? Life points? What the hell are you talking about?" Ash asked. "Flame Wingman, attack Pikachu with Skydive Scorcher," Jaden commanded. Pikachu tried to avoid the attack, but it just stood there, doing absolutely nothing, staring at Flame Wingman. Flame Wingman hit, and Pikachu was now suffering from third-degree burns. Ash then started to feel funny. The life was being sucked away from him. His life was his actual life points. Since he was nearly unconscious, he couldn't help Pikachu in time, so it died from severe burning. Jaden was laughing at Ash. "HAHAHAHA!" Jaden exclaimed. "Hey, shut up, you bastard! You killed my best friend, and now you're gonna pay! Go, Totodile!" Ash shouted. "HAHAHAHA! That thing won't stand up to my Flame Wingman!" Jaden said. "Oh, yes, it will. Totodile, use Hydro Pump," Ash commanded. Totodile released a blast of water towards Flame Wingman, but it ended up doing nothing. "What the hell!" Ash exclaimed. "I told you, you dumb-ass! Flame Wingman, counterattack," Jaden said. Flame Wingman attacked Totodile and then fell to the ground, dead. Ash then lost all of the life from his body and collapsed dead on the ground. But when Jaden walked up to him, he saw wires coming out of the back of his head. Ash was a robot. Dr. Crowler had made the robot in hopes of once again defeating Jaden. Where he got the Pokémon, only one place could have provided them... The Twilight Zone. THE END (If you're wondering about the scream, you'll find out in the sequel)

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s A Naked Birthday Party Chapter 1: A Naked Birthday Party Disclaimer: I do not own the show nor its characters, as they belong to their rightful creator. I own the plot/idea of this oneshot and nothing more. Warning: This story will have nudity, possibly yaoi, and maybe OCCness, more or less. Semi-NSFW? I don't know anymore. Just remember that if you don't like yaoi, then don't freakin' read it nor bash about it! Thank you, and enjoy this story. "I cannot believe Dragan chose this theme for his birthday party today. This is asinine," the light blue-haired man rambled to himself as he walked past his friend, Brave, to get his other friend's birthday cake. "Well, from what I saw on TV, people choose weird themes for their birthday parties. Some themes are cool, and others are... well... weird, but in a creative way," Brave informed his team leader, giving him a positive message about this theme. "Well, this theme is pretty unique in an outlandish way, but I would not call it creative in that manner," the team leader replied. "I think it is unique, too, but in an adequate way to me. I mean, come on, no one has even thought about having a birthday party with naked guests before. I say that's pretty original if you ask me," Brave said. "Of course, you would think like that, Brave. You pretty much admire everything that you see since you are... well... yourself," the team leader stated. "I'll take that as a compliment," Brave said with a smile. The naked Brazilian man smiled and winked at the naked Swedish man, who was bringing the birthday cake to the dinner table. Just before setting the cake down, Brave got some frosting from the cake with his finger and smeared it on his team leader's milky-white chest. The naked Swedish man slightly flinched at the sudden action of his red-headed friend but did not do anything about it. After finishing smearing the frosting on his Swedish friend's chest, Brave began to lick it off very slowly, savoring the taste with each lick. It didn't last long until Brave was pushed away and faced his team leader, who showed anger in his yellow eyes. "What the hell, Brave?" the team leader hissed, giving an evil stare that made Brave shiver with fear. Of course, Brave ignored the feeling to escape from his friend's wrath as he boldly told the truth of why he did it. Since the naked Brazilian didn't want to end up in a hospital on someone's birthday, that's just wrong. "I just want to... make you... feel... uh... feel - oh God, how long were you standing there, Dragan?!" the red-head almost shouted as he saw Dragan with a smirk on his face at the kitchen entrance. "Don't you dare change the subject, Brave," the team leader said. "No, no, Harald, I'm not changing the subject! It's really Dragan, and he is smirking at us!" Brave exclaimed. Harald turned his head and saw Dragan actually smirking at them. The naked Swedish man stared at the Norwegian man, who was also naked, for quite some time until Brave awkwardly yet cheerfully said, "Surprise! Happy birthday, Dragy~!" Dragan chuckled at the red-head's sudden outburst of an awkward greeting that he received. "Don't you think that's a little late on cue, Brave?" the Norwegian man asked, still chuckling at his friends. "Could've been on time if Harald didn't try to kill me for something I did to make him feel a little pleasure," Brave replied. "I wonder why," Dragan paused for a little while, then continued to speak, but to Harald, "Do you have anything you'd like to share, Harald?" "Yes. Can we get started with this party already?" Harald asked. The Norwegian man stood there with his eyes closed, pondering something in his thoughts. After some time passed, he leaned in, still with his eyes closed, and blew out the flames from the candles. The naked Brazilian man clapped joyfully, while the Swedish man clapped without care or any other emotions he felt right now. Probably because he wanted to get this over with, shower, put on some clothes, and sleep. Yeah, that's probably it. "Well, you two can go on ahead and eat some cake while I take a shower and go to sleep," Harald said to his friends as he almost walked past the kitchen entrance but was cut off by the birthday man. "Why are you leaving so early? I planned something for you and Brave after the party is over," Dragan said to his Swedish friend, who was confused yet somewhat curious about his Norwegian friend's statement. Quite curious indeed. "What exactly do you mean by that, Dragan?" Harald asked in a demanding tone. "I can't tell you because it wouldn't be a surprise anymore. But I could show you what I mean," Dragan said, cupping Harald's chin and pulling him into a kiss full of lust and yearning. Harald didn't expect his Norwegian friend to do this, but he didn't mind. He didn't mind at all. After a sweet and lustful kiss, they parted and stared each other in the eyes as Dragan spoke once more. "Do you still want to join me after the party? Brave has agreed to do so. What about you? Are you still interested?" Dragan asked. Harald gave it some thought on whether or not to agree to Dragan's request. Some time passed, and Harald decided to agree to his friend's request. Not like he had any plans to do tonight. Not at all.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s A Rose Scented Date? *Chapter 1: A Rose Scented Date?* Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's. Yusei wiped his forehead, tinkering with a prototype D-Wheel that he, Jack, and Crow had been working on for the WRPG (World Riding Grand Prix). Jack was off drinking the world's most expensive coffee, the Blue Eyes White Mountain. Crow was busy making deliveries, saving up the money he got for entering the WRPG. Yusei sighed, tweaking some gears around. "Jack just can't get a job. Poor guy. Instead, he wastes all our money on expensive coffee. Hmph. Jack will be Jack." He looked towards the door as it opened, and a tall girl with short pinkish hair and two very long bangs entered. He smiled, standing up and going over to the sink, washing his greasy hands. Then he turned to the girl. "Aki? What's up? It's nice to see you here." Aki blushed and came down the stairs, looking nervous. "Ah... thank you, Yusei." Yusei walked over to her. "So, what did you need?" Aki scuffed her feet, biting her lip. Yusei gazed at her with his startling blue eyes, not knowing he was making Aki nervous. Two lookalikes spied on them beside the door, peeking their heads in and whispering. "Ruka... I don't think we should be spying on them," said the girl. Her brother turned to look at her. "Aww, c'mon Ruka, this is the one chance we get to see if Aki confesses to Yusei!" Ruka shook her head, sighing. Although... she was curious. Rua tensed, "Shh! They're talking." Ruka moved closer to the door, staring at Aki. "I think she's going to do it." Rua nodded excitedly. Yusei smiled at Aki. "Of course. Let me get my jacket." He grabbed the black and blue jacket he wore most of the time, putting it on, and walked up the stairs, then stopped, staring at the corner of the door. Whispering and hushed words sounded, then footsteps thumped away. Aki followed him, nervous but happy. They went outside, and Yusei locked the doors, putting his key into his pocket, then he glanced around. "So, where are we going?" Aki thought for a second. "Hmmm... how about the Daedalus Bridge? We can look at the ocean from there." Yusei blinked. "That's a rather long walk. Let me get my D-Wheel." He started walking, but Aki grabbed his wrist. "Ahaha... I appreciate it, but remember last time? When Sherry was dueling us? And I was perched on the back of your D-Wheel? It's not exactly ladylike." Yusei stared at her hand, which was gripping his arm. Embarrassed, Aki let go. Yusei was silent for a while. "I see. That would be pretty awkward. Are you sure you want to walk there?" Aki nodded. Yusei closed his eyes, then he opened them, offering Aki his hand. "Shall we go?" Blushing, Aki grasped his hand, and they started walking. Stalking them were the twins, gossiping with each other. "It's totally a date. Love is in the air." Ruka frowned at her brother. "Why are you getting all mushy?" Rua ignored her, giggling to himself. "Maybe they'll kiss. Oohhh." Ruka sighed. They quietly crept after Aki and Yusei. Aki stopped walking, staring at a specific store. Yusei turned to see where she was looking, and a small smile spread across his face. He whispered in Aki's ear, "Wait here." Then he went into the store. Aki stood there, gazing up at the sky, closing her eyes and breathing in the scent of flowers. Yusei came out, holding a rose. Aki gasped and clasped her hands together. "Yusei! You bought this for me?" Yusei looked at her, feeling shy. "Lower your head." Aki complied, closing her eyes and holding her breath. She felt something being placed behind one of her bangs, and turned red. "Okay, you can lift your head up now." Aki glanced up at the black and yellow spiky-haired man. She raised one arm and felt behind her bangs, a cute smile appearing on her face. It was the rose, sitting daintily in her hair. She spread her arms, then stopped. Yusei, without saying anything, stepped forward and embraced Aki, his thin but strong arms encircling her. Aki turned beet red, as she placed her hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat. She looked up at him, and Yusei stared into her eyes. Ruka smiled. She had seen enough. "Come on, Rua. Let's leave them to it." For once, Rua agreed, and they tiptoed off, planning to pester Jack. Aki and Yusei stayed like that for a while, enjoying the closeness. Then, they let go of each other, walking towards the bridge. The sun was setting by the time they reached it. The water sparkled as the sun touched the horizon, causing the water to glow orange. Aki ran up the historic bridge, stopping at the edge of it. Yusei followed her. Together they sat down, hanging their legs over the bridge. Yusei gazed at the sun in silence, as Aki laid her head down on his shoulder. Yusei smiled at her, breathing in the rose scent coming from the rose on her hair. She shivered, and Yusei took off his jacket, placing it on Aki's shoulders. Her fingers curled around the jacket, and she stared at the blazing horizon, Yusei following her gaze. As Aki started to fall asleep, she whispered, "Thank you." As she fell into a rose-scented sleep, a voice reached her. "Of course, Aki. Always." THE END

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s Abandoned Satellite Friends Chapter 1: Abandoned Satellite Friends "He was supposed to be our friend. Now look at him, prancing around the city with those Signers like he's better than us. Yusei completely abandoned us after he found his new posse," Blitz ranted on about an old friend he had not spoken to in months. "That's not true!" Rally yelled at the older man. "Yusei never would give up on his friends." "Well, he gave up on us! So, I guess that means we're not friends with him anymore," Blitz retaliated in anger. "Blitz, calm down," Tank got in between the two feuding friends. "Yus is still our friend; he's just trying to fulfill his dream and make a better life for himself in New Domino City." Blitz pushed Tank away. "What happened to the dream where all of us are living better lives in the city? Yusei is living it up in Domino City, while we're still stuck here in Satellite, dealing with this endless construction. Face it! Yusei abandoned us for his new Signer friends! Why can't any of you see that?" "I have to agree with Blitz, guys," Nervin quietly added, originally not wanting to get involved. "Yusei ditched us for friends like Jack and Crow. We don't mean anything to him anymore." "Stop it. Just stop it!" Rally yelled. "After everything Yusei risked for us, after everything we've all been through together. How could you guys possibly say those things about Yusei?" "Well, when's the last time you've spoken to him, Rally?" Blitz asked, already knowing the sad truth. Rally's shoulders tensed up, trying to hold his stance. "I saw him while they were all visiting Martha." "Did you talk to him? Did he even notice you?" Blitz cut in. "Well...I...uh." Rally did not know what to say. He could never imagine Yusei not considering him or any of the others as friends. Yusei was his role-model, his best friend, his savior. He looked up to Yusei more than anyone realized. There was no way Yusei would just leave them behind for a better life. That sounded too much like Jack. "That's what I thought," Blitz said. "Yusei abandoned us. He's not our friend anymore. Let's just get out of Satellite, get out of the city, and start our own lives like we originally planned, without the help of Yusei Fudo." "But what if Yus comes back looking for us?" Tank asked, more or less wanting to side with Rally on the issue at hand. "He's not going to come back for us," Nervin stated. "Like I said before, Yusei's got his new friends and a new life to worry about. And think about it, all we did was hold Yusei back from the very start. Yusei probably wanted to ditch us years ago." "No." Tears started to swell up in Rally's eyes. "That's not true. I won't believe it!" Suddenly, Rally took off running and never looked back. Yusei was a good person. No, Yusei was a great person who always looked out for his friends. He would never just abandon them like Blitz and Nervin said. Yusei just needed some time after he defeated the Dark Signers to get his new life straightened out. He did not abandon them. Rally ran through the dark of the night. He needed to find Yusei. He needed Yusei to put an end to Blitz and Nervin's lies. He needed to know Yusei still cared about them. He wanted his best friend back. Rain began to pour down on the proud city. Rally had made it over the bridge and was on his way to the garage, which he was told by Martha, where Yusei, Jack, and Crow were staying. The building came into sight. Rally walked up to the windows, looking down into the garage, and peered inside. The lights were on, and he could see people inside. It took him a moment to recognize the faces and realize what was playing out before him. Crow was standing by his black bird runner with some tall, blue-haired guy Rally had never seen before. Jack was sitting at a table besides them, eating what looked to be a bowl of ramen. And on the other side of the garage, Yusei was with two other unfamiliar kids. He led them over to a couch, then wrapped a large blanket around the pair. The smile on his face could not have been wider. Rally hated watching this. Yusei really had moved on and forgotten all about his pals from the Satellite subway tunnel. He found better friends and was living a better life, just as he always wanted. Just as he deserved. Rally's heart broke into a million pieces, watching Yusei take such great care of those kids. That used to be him Yusei was so concerned about. Rally hid his face in his jacket sleeve. His world was falling apart, and the tears did not stop rolling down his face. "Rally?" He could have sworn he heard Yusei's voice, but when Rally turned around, it was only Tank. "We lost him. Yusei isn't our friend anymore. We could all die, and he probably wouldn't even bat an eye," Rally found it very hard to talk through his sobbing. Tank walked up to his soaked friend and lifted him off the wet ground. "We were all so worried about you. Come on. Let's get you home." "What home? Satellite is no home; it's a living hell. It always will be," Rally buried his face into Tank's arm. "I know. You just remember what Blitz said: get out of Satellite, get out of the city, and start our own lives like we originally planned, without the help of Yusei Fudo."

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s *Chapter 1: Action* Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's or Nickelback. These properties belong to their respective writers and owners. From the Author: I had an idea for this story while listening to Nickelback's new song, "Burn It to the Ground." I hope you enjoy it! The four eighteen-year-olds sat in their small, run-down warehouse, which they shared in a place called the Satellite. The Satellite was the exact opposite of New Domino City, a luxurious and prosperous metropolis with successful businesses and well-furnished homes. In contrast, the Satellite was rundown, tattered, and broken, much like the souls of many of its residents. However, many people in the Satellite still held onto hope that things would improve. One of the friends, Crow, a copper-haired, grey-eyed duelist, asked his friends, "So, which song should we play today?" He was sitting casually on the couch, while Jack, a blonde-haired, violet-eyed duelist, was sitting on a chair across from him, tuning his guitar and strumming it. Yusei, a black and blonde-haired, blue-eyed duelist, was sitting next to Crow on the couch, also tuning his guitar. He shrugged in response to Crow's question. "I don't know," Yusei admitted, strumming the guitar absentmindedly. "We've played a lot of songs lately, and I'm starting to run out of ideas." Crow looked over at Jack, who had set his guitar aside for the moment. "What about you, Jack?" Crow asked the tall blonde. Jack leaned back on the couch and crossed his arms over his chest. "I think we should do something a little different," Jack said. Both Crow and Yusei looked at him, eager to hear more. Jack shrugged. "I'm not sure what exactly, just something... different," he said. The two friends sighed, realizing they had planned to play tonight but now didn't have a song to perform. Kalin, a grey-haired, golden-eyed duelist, was leaning against the wall behind them, sipping from a glass of water. After finishing his drink, he set the glass down and spoke up. "I think I understand what Jack is getting at," Kalin said, turning to Jack. "You want to add some real energy to our music, right?" Kalin asked, and Jack nodded in agreement. Kalin pushed himself away from the wall and walked over to stand between the couch and chair. "Let's give the crowd something to get excited about," Kalin suggested. "Something that will really distract them from their worries! What do you guys think?" he asked, looking at his three friends. Crow stood up, grinning. "I'm all for it!" he said. Yusei stood up as well, smiling. "Count me in," he said. Jack then stood up, looking a bit concerned. "I'm good with it, but we still don't have a song," he pointed out. Kalin just grinned. "Don't worry about that, Jack," he said. "I've got one in mind." The others looked at him, curious. "What song?" they asked in unison. Kalin smiled and told them his idea. The others immediately agreed, and they spent the rest of the day rehearsing. Later that night, the four friends set up their equipment and instruments, drawing a small crowd of curious onlookers. As they began to play, the crowd grew larger, eager to see what would happen. The song they played was "Burn It to the Ground" by Nickelback. The lyrics went like this: *Well, it's midnight, damn right we're wound up too tight.* *I've got a fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me.* *Oh, that shit makes me bat shit crazy.* *We've got no fear, no doubt, all in, balls out.* *[Chorus]* *We're going off tonight to kick out every light.* *Take anything we want, drink everything in sight.* *We're going till the world stops spinning* *And we burn it to the ground tonight.* *We're screaming like demons, swinging from the ceiling.* *I got a fist full of fifties, tequila just hit me.* *Oh, we got no class, no taste, no shirt, and shit-faced* *We got it lined up, shot down, firing back straight crown.* *Ticking like a time bomb, drinking till the night's gone.* *Well, get your hands off of this glass, last call my ass.* *Well, no chain, no lock, and this train won't stop* *We got no friend, no doubt, all in, balls out.* As the last notes of the song faded away, the crowd erupted into cheers. The four friends put down their instruments and huddled together, waving their hands in the air as the crowd roared with applause. However, their celebration was short-lived, as they soon heard the sirens of Sector Security and had to quickly pack up their equipment and leave. Even though they had started a band, they still lived in the Satellite, and that meant they had to follow its rules. So, when the friends managed to evade Sector Security and make it back to their house, they sat down, caught their breath, and burst out laughing. Kalin turned to Jack and asked, "So, did we put enough action into our performance tonight for you?" Jack looked at him, and they all burst out laughing again. From the Author: I hope you enjoyed this story. It was just an idea I had, wondering what it would be like if the characters from Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's were in a band. Please review and let me know what you think!

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s Chapter 1: Babysitting Baby-sitting "What should we do with him... her... it?" Bommer, probably the dumbest one on our team, says, watching me hang from a chandelier. "I don't know, but God damn it, Rudger! Why did he have to leave us with this little monster?" Demak says, looking at me like I'm insane. I swing across the chandelier to another one, twice. The glass and diamond one falls on top of Demak; he didn't like it. But seriously, I don't know why he doesn't like me. I'm a very likable and insane... I mean, fun... person. To cheer him up, I jump down from the chandelier and run off to put on an outfit and find the song that always cheers Rudger or Jack up. Demak's POV "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Ignorant and useless Bommer screams while being knocked over. 40 minutes later... "What's taking him so long?!" I say impatiently, tapping my foot. Back to POV one I walk out in a plaid short skirt, a button-up white shirt, and thigh-high (6-inch heeled) brown boots (to match my skirt), and my silvery-blue hair in a ponytail, the front hanging out. I turn on my CD, which has Ke$ha on it. "What the..." Demak starts, but I cut him off by back-flipping in and showing off my pink/lavender panties. The song plays, and I sing along: "Back door cracked We don't need a key We get in for free No VIP sleaze Drink that Kool-Aid Follow my lead Now you're one of us You're coming with me It's time to kill the lights (This place about to) Tonight we're taking over No one's getting out This place about to blow, blow This place about to Now what? We're taking control We get what we want We do what you don't Dirt and glitter cover the floor We're pretty and sick We're young and we're bored It's time to lose your mind and let the crazy out Tonight we're taking names 'cause we don't mess around Go insane, go insane Throw some glitter, make it rain on 'em Let me see them hands Let me, let me see them hands We're taking over (Blow) Get used to it, okay This place about to blow" Demak looks at me, "What the fuck was that?!" He looks at me annoyed, probably because I didn't give him enough time to react before I sang. "Huh? Ohhhhhh, I usually do this for Rudger-Sama... and then we have sex... The first to fifth time it was the equivalent of rape... but now I'm fine with it." I swing my skirt around, showing that it's too big for me. "So... do you wanna... ummmm, how do I say this in front of Bommer... use my... disco stick... and or my... ummmmm... boat?" "GOD NO! WAIT RUDGER... AND YOU HAVE A..." "Of course I do..." "FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING THAT'S HOLY, LET ME IN ON YOUR CONVERSATION! I'M 23 YEARS OLD! I'M OLD ENOUGH TO KNOW!" Bommer screams, pretty much at the verge of tears. I look at him and, with no mercy, tell him exactly what I just said, "Oh, alright, I just told him that Rudger rapes me, I'm willing to have sex with him, and I have a big vagania." I start singing again: "I have a heart, I swear I do But just not baby when it comes to you I get so hungry when you say you love me If you know what's good for you I think you're hot, I think you're cool You're the kind of guy I'd stalk in school But now that I'm famous, you're up my anus Now I'm gonna eat you, fool! I eat boys up, breakfast and lunch Then when I'm thirsty, I drink their blood Carnivore animal, I am a Cannibal I eat boys up, you better run I am Cannibal I am Cannibal (I'll eat you up) Whenever you tell me I'm pretty That's when the hunger really hits me You're little heart goes pitter patter I want your liver on a platter Use your finger to stir my tea Be too sweet and you'll be a goner I'll pull a Ryo Marfuji Ohohwoahohwoah I love you I warned you ROAR." With Bommer still in a daze, let's go to the aftermath... 20 minutes later... "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY HOUSE?! AND WHAT DID YOU DO TO BOMMER; YOU KNOW HE'S NOT AS SMART AS YOU!" Rudger screams, marching through the house like a buzz kill. "I AM! *sobs* I'M 23 YEARS OLD AND *sobs* I WANTED TO BE IN ON KIRYU AND DEMAK'S CONVERSATIONS! *sobs* I DON'T WANT TO KNOW ANYMORE! *sobs* MAKE IT GO AWAY, CARLY!" Bommer wails, running into the loving arms of everyone's favorite boob girl, Carly. Carly attempts to calm him down while Rudger once again calls for me. This is the point where he finds Demak, taped to a chair with lit matches taped to his hands and face. Before you make any accusations, I didn't do it *blatant lie*, nope, nothing to do with me *worse lie*. "KIRYU! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT LIT FLAMING OBJECTS AND DEMAK'S FACE?! IT'S HIGHLY FLAMABLE!" Rudger continues gibbering on until he finds me. I, personally, don't think I did a good enough job taping Demak to the chair. It'll only take 40 minutes to untie him when I could have made it 2 hours... damn. Rudger makes his way up the stairs, so I toss a frozen butter pillow at his gut and laugh as he falls down the stairs in pain. Misty tries; I toss a whole bunch of Bommer's toy cars at her. "WHY *sobs* DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?! *sobs* LEAVE ME ALONE! I WANNA GET ON WITH MY SECOND LIFE!" I ignore him and hop out the window... I'm headed for Jack's place... and what a surprise he will have...

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s C is for Cuddling Chapter 1: C is for Cuddling To participate, follow these steps: 1. Pick a letter. 2. Pick a prompt that starts with that letter (e.g., K is for Keyhole). 3. Pick a fandom, comic, or webcomic, and a character or pairing. Leave your choices in a comment, and I will write a drabble based on them. Please note that there will be no repeats in letters. You can find the list of fandoms I will write about in my profile. For this story: C - Cuddling, Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's, Aki x Jack x Crow x Yuusei. Enjoy! C is for Cuddling It was an understatement to say that Izayoi Aki was not a cuddle person. She couldn't count the number of times her parents had "cuddled" her on her two hands. Her mother was more of a "hug" person, giving giant, large hugs that were brief and instantaneous. Her father, while cuddly, had no time to spare. After becoming a monster in the eyes of her parents, they were too afraid to touch her. When she was older and finally reunited with them, she was too old for "cuddle time." Instead, she received a loving embrace, a gentle version of her mother's hugs, which, although nice and longer-lasting, lacked any extra affection. Divine, while he did care for her as a soldier would care for his weapon, showed little expressions of affection beyond putting his hands on her shoulder. In public, when they were beyond prying eyes and Aki was particularly distressed, things went in a different direction entirely. So, she was confused on her first night over with the "boys," as their little group called Yuusei, Jack, and Crow. She found Yuusei in Jack's lap, with the blond teen's arms around his waist and his nose burrowed in his neck, nuzzling softly. This was probably the most affection the two had ever displayed towards each other. Aki wasn't surprised at the way the two were acting, nor was she surprised when Crow came in from the kitchen, his clothing still covered in crumbs from their evening meal, and wormed his way into Jack's hold. After Jack had fussed about the state of Crow's clothes, Aki had prior knowledge of the trio's "relationship" and had, in fact, been invited to stay for the night to see how she fit in, for lack of better wording. No, she was surprised at the way they were showing their affection - just holding each other and doing nothing. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Cuddling. Want to try?" This came from Crow, the most forward of the three. "Isn't that for little kids?" she replied. Little kids cuddled with their teddies or with their mommies or daddies. Grown men and women didn't cuddle; it was undignified. "Nah, anyone can do it. It's easy," Crow said. "Aaa," Yuusei spoke up for the first time since Aki had arrived. "It's perfectly acceptable, as long as one gets their emotions across. It's just one of many ways to strengthen the bonds between people." "Always going on and on about bonds," Jack grumbled, although the tone in his voice didn't show any irritation. "Do you have to apply that to everything?" Yuusei only let out a small chuckle as he lazily twined one of Jack's hair extensions. He had made his point, and Aki seemed curious enough. "Here, cuddle me. Jack's big, but he's got his own handful already," Crow said cheerfully. Aki looked a bit annoyed by his forwardness - Crow was such a kid. She wasn't quite sure if she should take his word. Before she could object, Crow had pulled her down to sit next to Jack and plopped down on her legs. "I should count myself lucky you're so small, Crow," she muttered, already feeling her irritation being subdued by the smaller teen's exuberant air and body warmth. "Then I guess it's a good thing I sat on you, instead of the other way around," Crow grinned, leaning backward. "Nice cushioning." That earned him a bop on the head from Aki before she hesitantly put her arms around his waist, mimicking what Jack was doing with Yuusei. It wasn't too hard. "What makes this different from just hugging?" she asked. "Hugging ends too soon, Miss Izayoi," Crow teased, looking up at her with a grin. "Cuddling lets you savor the moment. It's kinda like playing." "So it is for little kids, then," she said. "Maybe, but what's the problem with being a kid every now and then?" Crow replied. Aki put her chin on Crow's head, the spiky red tendrils of his hair tickling her mouth and nose - a pleasant feeling, actually. His hair was surprisingly soft, like fluffy down. She wouldn't mind making this last. Being a kid, huh. She never really got to be much of one. But she remembered that when she was a kid, she never wanted the good things to end. Sitting here, surrounded by warmth as Jack put an arm around her shoulder and Yuusei leaned closer and Crow snuggled in tighter, it was a show of affection she hadn't gotten before - not for a long time. It felt safe and warm, and if it went on like this forever... it wouldn't be too bad. "I guess there's no problem, then," she said. With that, Crow gave her a victorious grin before settling in some more. "What's with all the squirming, Crow?" Jack asked. "Guess it's 'cause I've never been cuddled by a girl before. There's a bit more stuff to cuddle with. Nice experience. Hey..." Crow grinned up at her again. "Can I squeeze them?" "Do that, and I'll string you up with Rose Tentacles," Aki warned. "Hey, now that's an idea..." Crow trailed off, still grinning.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s *Chapter 1: Change* New Year Resolution Aki's POV "So, what was your previous New Year's Resolution?" I questioned the cobalt-eyed person beside me. Jack, Crow, Lua, and Luca kept quiet, knowing who I was asking the question to. As always, silence was his answer, but if I knew Fudo Yusei, he was probably trying to come up with an answer. We continued this silence as we made our way to the highway. We were all visiting Martha to celebrate the New Year's coming, and Crow was telling us about the many adventures he, Yusei, and Jack had undertaken. One story caught my interest: how Jack got so many girls going after him because Yusei ignored or bored all of them. Laughter erupted across the room, except for the two mentioned. Jack just brushed the insult off, while Yusei looked at Crow with a mix of puzzlement, annoyance, and malice, and Crow immediately changed to another dozen stories he could have told instead of that one. Trying to approach me must have been the hardest thing Yusei had ever done. I saw him secretly reading those male magazines on how to pick up girls, and he immediately returned them to their original placement, disgust written on his face. I read them when he left and giggled, imagining if he had done the many approaches listed in the magazines. Even when he was kidnapped and I was there to rescue him, he was more overly concerned for me than himself. At the premium event of the WRGP, I wore the short red dress that I had painstakingly taken hours to decide to wear, with its matching white long gloves, and he was spellbound by my appearance. He was, of course, subtle in showing his surprise at my appearance, as well as my presence at the event itself. Creating a D-Wheel proved to be a great distraction from the newly discovered way of Accel Synchro that had plagued Yusei after that mysterious duelist found a way to bypass the synchro killer. Papa had offered to buy me the latest in D-Wheel technology, but I wanted Yusei to build one for me. The compliment he gave when I first wore the riding duel outfit was one of the rare moments of him just telling me what his heart told him, instead of something he had to think before answering. I blushed at the raw comment he gave. We ended up spending a lot of time together, practicing riding the D-Wheel, and we even went on our first unofficial 'date' ice skating. He was so absorbed with the new engine that he ignored everyone else, including me. I was initially angry at him, but after he tried so hard to ask for my forgiveness by promising to spend more time with me, which he almost did, and once again made a subtle remark on our relationship, I forgave him; after all the blushing we both had, that is. The sudden reaction of Yusei grabbing Leo after he held my hands caught everyone off guard, including himself. To cover up his sudden release of raw emotion, he hastily added that Leo should find a way to seek forgiveness from his mother. But that small gesture was enough for me to think about his reaction the whole day. I guess it was the fact that his feelings were all subtle and rare that I treasured all the times these feelings became expressed. It was minutes away from the fireworks coming from the middle of the Daedalus Bridge, and everyone gathered in front of the house, except for a certain cobalt-eyed duelist. As I was gathering together with the others, a hand stretched out and reached mine. I instinctively turned to find Yusei, a finger on his lips. I complied, and he led both of us to the back of the house. I could see him brooding over how to start, his eyes searching the ground as though an answer might come from the dirt. "So, what was your previous New Year's Resolution?" I tried to assist him by asking the question I asked earlier. "You," he candidly stated. "Erm, what I meant was…" He immediately regretted his answer and tried to explain himself. I hugged him, the only thing my body could tell me to do at that moment. He hesitated at first, overcome by shock perhaps, and then gradually hugged me as well. We had had a couple of small contacts with each other, but this was the most intimate moment we had ever had. "So, what's your New Year's Resolution?" I whispered into his ear. "Being more open to you," he truthfully answered back. We joined back with the others at the front of the house. We kept it hidden, but it was pretty obvious that we were holding hands. We were hard to miss, so when we came back, everyone was looking at our direction. Martha was laughing out loud about Yusei finally being a man. My face turned scarlet red and was made more obvious by the night sky. Yusei just gave his straight face, but I could feel his tense body against mine. I held his hand tighter to reassure him. We decided to sit at a comfortable distance from the rest to enjoy our newly established relationship. "So, you've been asking about my New Year's Resolution, what about yours?" he whispered. "Spend more time with you," I replied, and I kissed him on the cheek to express my point. Happy New Year I don't own 5D's or any of its characters. Read and review. I apologize if the story is not up to standards. Happy New Year!

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s Chase Me Chapter 1: Chase Me Title: Chase Me Author: Kleptomaniac Can Opener Rating: PG-15 Pairing: Jack x Yusei Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's is a Studio Gallop production. Summary: They don't part on conventional terms. Originally written for a contest. I didn't win, but that's okay. "What the heck?!" Yusei Fudo found himself slammed against the wall just inside his room. The heavy thud of his body reverberated on the cold metal. Strong hands gripped his wrists, and if not for his thick leather gloves, he was sure the small bones would be grinding into each other. Jack Atlas's purple eyes were glaring into him like bolts of magma, burning and searing with their intensity. There was only one thing he could be in such a rage about, and Yusei was surprised that the blond man had found out so quickly. Either that girl had gone squealing to her friends, which was likely, or someone had seen them and had told Jack firsthand. "Who was she?" Jack's voice was low and husky in his anger. "No one," Yusei replied, making sure his own tone remained calm and collected. Jack brought out both the best and worst in him, but he wasn't about to lose control of his emotions in this confrontation. Not today. "That's bull, Yusei!" It was here that Yusei's blue eyes began to return the glare, dagger for dagger. With a quick jerk, he broke Jack's hold on him. "It's none of your business what we did or didn't do." Jack grabbed Yusei by his collar, yanking him close. Their warm breaths flowed over each other's face in moist waves. "You're mine. No one else is allowed to touch you." "You don't own me," Yusei declared, his tone crisp and straightforward. It infuriated Jack to no end. The blond sucked in a strained breath and forcefully reeled in his temper. He released the shorter male's shirt and cupped his hands over soft cheeks instead. He gently rubbed his callused thumbs over smooth flesh. "Stop being this way, Yusei. You're mine, you'll always be mine." Yusei's lips pulled down in a sharp frown. "Quit acting like a child. I'm not a toy," Yusei said, his voice firm. All at once, Jack's temper flared again. "Yusei!" The raven-haired teen winced as those fingers dug into his skin, but he didn't stand down. "Do you think you're the only one who gets jealous?" His lover's question and hard stare gave Jack pause. Yusei took the opportunity to knock the blonde's hands away, leaving red starbursts on his pale flesh. "What are you...?" Jack started to ask, but Yusei cut him off. "Do you think I don't notice?" Yusei continued on. "Every time your groupies come around, you're all over them." "That's just to keep my image!" Jack protested. "It doesn't change what you do," Yusei retorted. Jack's hands slammed against the wall on either side of Yusei's head. Jack was gritting his teeth, and he knew he must be crimson with rage. But Yusei didn't back down, matching his fiery fury with well-cultivated ice. The air may as well have been made of granite with how heavy it was between them. But in spite of the distrust between them, in spite of the licking flames of anger, something else burned as well. It boiled their blood to the breaking point. The floodgates opened between them, and Yusei was sandwiched against the wall by Jack's lean body, his mouth being aggressively invaded and conquered by the blonde's lips and tongue. The pink muscles twisted and fought with the ferocity of dragons, vying for dominance over the other. Hands began to tear at clothing, tossing away jackets and forcing open stubborn zippers on pants. Jack pulled Yusei to the ground, looming over the raven-haired teen on his hands and knees. They paused in their flurry of need in order to catch their breaths, panting like they had never breathed before. But when Jack gazed into Yusei's eyes, they weren't glazed with lust and desire but were calm and calculating instead. It was so unexpected that Jack left himself open to Yusei's next action. "Not this time," Yusei said, with a sudden shove, pushing Jack off of him, sending the other teen rolling a few feet. The blond snapped out the other's name like a curse. "Yusei!" "I'm tired of this pattern," Yusei said, sitting up and brushing dust off his arms. "I won't have any further part in it." Jack stared at Yusei, his dropped jaw almost touching the floor. Cold blue eyes met stunned violet. "Do you understand, Jack?" The room was deathly silent as Yusei climbed back onto his feet and straightened his shirt. He didn't think anything of it as he heard the telling sounds of shifting material as Jack also stood, so it came as a surprise when a strong arm clamped around his body to hold his arms down and a strange-smelling cloth was painfully crushed to his mouth and nose. The smaller teen fought, but Jack managed to keep his hold on him. The edges of his vision were fading into darkness fast. Jack's lips brushed over his ear. "I wanted to take you with me, Yusei, not those girls." Then everything was swallowed by the black. When Yusei came to, Jack was gone, as well as his precious Stardust Dragon. The message was clear. "I'll come after you, Jack."

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s Courage Chapter 1: Courage Summary: He needs the courage to tell her. Disclaimer: 5D's isn't mine. Sadly, nor is Jack. It's hard to have a love like this, so strong that you can feel it pulling at your heartstrings every second, every minute of an hour, every hour in a day, all the days in a week, the weeks in a month, and then there are the countless months. I can never wait to see those soft, bountiful grey eyes boring into my skull like a never-ending X-ray every time we meet at the café, but her inspection isn't painful, it's pleasant and smooth, like the petal of an orchid, the surface of glass. When she finishes looking through you, she looks at you in the most satisfied way, just saying with her eyes, "you're good." She doesn't seem so beautiful to all those people who see her. Her clothes are mismatching and not in the least bit fashionable, but that's just who she is. She's a fighter who doesn't care what other people will say to her while scoffing. She'll be proud, and she'll pull off that blue and orange vest. She just can. Those glasses can be there all she wants, hiding her face from the world. She can't even see with them on, and I remember the time when they were broken, but not completely, parts of them having been destroyed by the Arcadia Movement's destruction. But they're all better now. They'd been fixed to hide all the damage that was a memoir of the past, fixed to hide their importance in Jack Atlus's life. Maybe, if you looked closer, you could see how worn the glasses were - used for so many years, so much that it was hard for her to be without them. Without them, she was beautiful. With them, she could hide. She can never hide from Jack Atlus, she can never hide from those relentless purple eyes. But no, she doesn't squirm in pain and discomfort from these scans. She accepts them gracefully, glad to have my attention for a short while. And all is well when I'm with her. There's something missing, however. Feelings untouched upon; unexplained looks; embarrassed glances and steaming blushes. She can't remember what I need her to, and it's damn frustrating. Kalin can remember the past, Misty can remember parts, but all she recalls is falling out of the window, having been pushed out by that bastard's psychic powers. Having dueled Sayer a second time isn't that important. But her memory of dueling me is gone. She can't remember a thing, and it hurts me inside to know that she doesn't remember that sacred moment we shared, where we were both vulnerable, even me. Scary and exciting and passionate. Can we move on without this information? New adventures have yet to be written, and I fear they never will. There are times when we just peer at each other, trying to figure each other out. It's odd; we treat each other like puzzles, even though we both aren't. Both of us are more complicated than we should be, and we two know that. I aspire for greatness and have gone through great lengths to do so; yet I treat the friends I once betrayed with mostly respect. She's the opposite; her goal is to make other people happy and give herself happiness second. I am selfish, she is selfless. But I know I am changing, and so is she. She's giving him kindness, he's giving her edge. But even though she's been robbed of her memories during the Dark Signer period, she still has her other memories intact. When she and he were there on that tower, and she spoke to him in a soft, reassuring tone, giving him new inspiration, letting him become not the Jack Atlus everyone knew, but a renewed version, a better one. Those days where I thrust out my arm stubbornly while looking away, and she still gently rolled the bandage around my healing arm, happy and optimistic. I was literally forced to like her. Her smile, those eyes, and that personality, bright and hopeful as a shooting star. I'll never forget those days after that fateful duel with Yusei and the vision of the future. My blasted pride was just smithereens, but Carly just fixed it back up until my ego was bright and shiny as it always was. But is it possible to still move on, without that ever-so-important article of the past? I said I loved her, and my heart froze when she said she loved me also. Would I ever have the courage to say those damn words again? I wasn't an intimate person, and being so was so odd. At that moment in time, it was perfect. Now, I wasn't sure. I longed to hold her in my arms and let her be my world, and let me be hers. Do I have the strength to start over? Do I have the will to tell her the events of the past, and tell her what I truly desire? Can I? Or is it yet another impossible feat that will bother me until I crumble away into dust? Perhaps it's just best to wait and let destiny roll me on its course. I can always change it whenever I feel the need, but now I feel like it's going to help me. Right now, destiny is a gentle, caressing current, subtly bending me to its will and letting it take over. Someday, I will find the courage to face Carly. I'll face up to what I've done, how I forced her to become a Dark Signer, just because I was so protective that I pushed her away. I can do it. I'm Jack Atlus, after all. Oh, he's so spiffing awesome. Please review, as always.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s Crow's Secret Chapter 1: Crow's Secret I may have stolen this idea from my friend, but I'll send this to her anyway, so that she knows I made a point to credit her. Crow stared at the letters on the page, reading them out one by one while Jack watched quietly. It was their little secret, one that no one had to know about quite yet. "U-um...Jack..." Crow would stutter, clear hesitance shown on his face. He was scared to ask for help, but Jack had been doing this without comment for quite a while. Jack shuffled closer to his friend, monitoring the page and looking at where Crow was struggling. "Is it that word?" he asked. Crow just nodded in response. "That's what the word 'purpose' looks like," Jack explained, spelling it out afterwards, letter by letter, until it was drilled into Crow's memory. "Ah..." Crow murmured. "Can you read the sentence for me?" Jack would push, staring at Crow. Crow struggled. He squinted his eyes, murmuring the words to himself before trying to speak out loud. Each word was like a foreign tongue, almost alien, but he did manage to form the sentence, even if it was slow. "T-...the...fox...'s...p...purpose...is to...h-hunt...down...the...ra...ra-...rabbit..." "Good..." The blonde smiled, putting a reassuring hand on the other's shoulder. "You don't have to be so scared, Crow." "You know how embarrassed I get, Jack..." Crow murmured. "I can't read...I talk simply...I'm not even educated...Not like you..." "Hey, don't forget, if I hadn't been lured by Goodwin, I'd be as uneducated as you!" Jack replied. "Jack..." Crow glared up at his 'teacher'. "You're not helping me get over this. Even Yusei had almost no teachers, and he...he's still-" "We both know that to get to Yusei's level of smarts, we'd have to have his father, and as much as I like Yusei, I wouldn't want to be related to him," Jack said. Crow laughed dryly, as if it was forced. This made Jack frown, but he refused to say anything more. Crow already seemed depressed about this whole 'no-education' fiasco, and it wasn't a short-term thing, either. In fact, Jack had been educating Crow since the day he had come back into the team. Yusei was oblivious to what happened. Crow had personally asked Jack to educate him, no matter how much of a blow his pride took. The fact that Jack hadn't made fun of it yet only hurt Crow more. He would sit there in silence for a while. Crow didn't know what to say, but he did know how he felt. Jack, changing the topic to how Yusei was educated, just made him hurt. Crow was fully aware of how incapable he was with everything, and how he really did need Jack's help. It hurt a lot to even admit that. Crow suddenly whispered, after the long silence, "Why...why haven't you said it?" His voice was gradually becoming louder as he spoke, turning to face Jack with tears in his eyes. Jack was clearly taken aback, moving the younger boy off of him and frowning. "What do you want me to say?" he asked. Crow almost growled. "Why haven't you commented on it? Made a snide remark like you always do?! Why haven't you told me how stupid I am yet, so stupid that I can't even read and write?!" There was a moment of silence; a moment of small, almost formed tears, and a moment of understanding. Crow let go of Jack's collar, which he didn't realize he was holding, recoiled, and turned his head to the side. A small trace of water ran down his cheeks. It burned. "I haven't said anything because this is the most vulnerable I've seen you," Jack said. Crow didn't look at Jack. He just let him continue. "The most vulnerable I've seen you, Crow, is when you asked me to teach you how to read and write, and do simple things that normal people can do...you were so vulnerable that I couldn't say no, and when you actually allowed me to tell you how to do things...you were even more vulnerable. Your pride had been hit, Crow, and you kept coming back. You kept coming back, despite all of that, and I...I haven't been mean to you for being strong before. I would never do that." It took a long time before Crow could actually speak again. He was shaking, probably from his tears, and looked as if he was about to suddenly burst into an emotional volcano. But he didn't. Instead, Crow meekly angled himself in a perfect line with Jack, looking up at him with a less passionate glare than before. "I...I'm sorry for yelling at you," was all he could manage. "It's not a problem..." Jack mumbled, almost unwillingly. "But, Crow," he added, now smiling, "your secret is safe with me." "I know that, now. C-can we get back to...what we were supposed to be doing?" "Sure. Let's clean your face up first, though, you look like a wreck," Jack said. Crow chuckled and allowed Jack to run his hand over his cheek, clearing the still-burning stains of his tears. It took them a while to actually part from each other, move to the kitchen, and clean Crow's face. One thing's for certain, though. A new secret was born that day. A secret about how Jack and Crow discovered a new bond. A special, little secret. Just like Crow's secret.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s *Chapter 1: Damaged* "The illustrious star has begun to fade," Aki said softly as she slipped her arms beneath her bust, giving a hazy gaze towards the black silhouette outlined by the glare of a computer screen. She saw the silhouette shift as it turned its head to give her a cool sapphire look before turning back to its previous activity. Sliding her tongue over her lips, the woman pushed herself off from the doorframe and took three long strides before standing before the bed with her hands now on her hips. "We need to talk, Yuusei." The male kept his back to her as heavy breathing filled the silence surrounding him. Aki's lips tugged into a frown before a sigh fell from them. Quietly, she took a seat opposite the stoic male, with her hands in her lap. She noted that the curtains had been shut, with the translucence from his computer screen bathing the room in an eerie glow. "You've been doing it again, haven't you?" She only needed to wait for a single heartbeat to pass for him to answer. "I have no knowledge of what you are referring to, Aki. Please leave my room and go to bed; you have classes in the morning." Hands gripped the fabric in her lap; Aki lowered her head as a harsh pang attacked her heart. "You're a fool to think I would leave. I know that scent coming from you... I know it very well." Aki watched as the glow disappeared, and shadows bent and twisted around her, with the bed shifting as well. "Yuusei." "I'm fine, Aki. Go to bed now." Turning halfway, Aki wore a mask devoid of emotion. Her eyes left her friend's as they took in every part of his form before sitting on the bed. "You should know not to lie to me, of all people." Her voice was barely a whisper as a hand left her lap and moved towards his. The moment her fingertips grazed his hand, the man snatched her wrist in it. Aki remained unfazed; in fact, a smile bloomed on her lips. "Aki... This will be the last time I tell you to go to bed. Please, you have classes in the morning. I don't want you to—" His thoughts and words were cut off with a sharp gasp as Aki lashed out with her other hand and pushed his shirt up. A bitter laugh fluttered past the woman's lips as her suspicions had been confirmed at the bleeding cuts that varied in depth along his chest and stomach. "I knew it." Yuusei slapped her hand away, to which Aki quietly placed her hand back into her lap. He then turned his back to her, with her doing the same. "This is my problem, not yours. Why can't you ever let things be?" Her eyes tapered, with them peeking out at him from the corner of her eye. "You're my friend, Yuusei. And when I smelled the blood... I became worried." "This is my problem and mine alone." Yuusei's eyes widened in surprise at the laughter that brushed against his back like a cool spring breeze; throwing a glance over his shoulder, he saw the girl looking at him with an all-knowing look in her eyes. "Your intelligence may surpass the norm, Yuusei, but you still have yet more to learn about people. We are not all machines, you know." "Perhaps I should keep my personal ties to them instead of people." Aki shook her head at the bitterness. The mattress groaned as weight shifted atop it as Aki pulled herself more onto the bed, placing her hands atop Yuusei's shoulders. "Yuusei... you bear so much on your shoulders. The cracks are beginning to show." He shook her off before falling to his side and hitting the pillow. "Leave me be, Aki. I'm fine." Aki pulled back and situated herself to sitting on the edge once more. "You cannot keep avoiding it or else you won't be able to fix it." Yuusei glanced upward at her, a glare in his sapphire orbs as they saw a girl smiling down at him. "You may think it's hypocritical of me to say it, but I know where you're coming from." "You've put a blade to yourself?" She shook her head as her eyes fluttered closed. "No, but I would hit myself until I bled." Her hands gripped the fabric of her dress once more. "Divine helped me to stop; telling me that I was okay and that life is a blank slate each day." Opening her eyes, Aki looked down at the form of a once-bright star. "It took time, though." "And you will do the same for me?" Yuusei's eyes widened as the girl laughed again, her hand ruffling up his spiky locks. "Yuusei, we're both damaged goods. I'm still trying to get my life the way I want it to be... It would be hard on both of us to try to help each other and ourselves." The man was quiet for two heartbeats. "Help... that's what my father tried to do... but it ended in the deaths of so many innocents. His mistake dictates my life, and there is nothing I can do to outrun it..." Aki was silent at this confession, and she was about to press forward when she saw the dim look in his eyes. She sighed inwardly; this was not the right time, nor was she the right person for him to talk to. Yuusei sat up on his forearms, raising a brow as a thought suddenly came to mind. "You said help, don't you mean fix?" "For me... it still happens on rare occasions. It's all about perseverance and a good guide. We can't fix our emotions permanently." Cocking his head to the side, the young man let out a heavy sigh. "I see... So who will be my guide?" Aki formed a bittersweet smile on her lips. "Let's tend to your wounds first before looking for a therapist."

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s Finding True Love Chapter 1: Finding True Love Kaze went to his apartment, and Sherry went home with her guardian after they confronted Yliaster. Kaze began to think about what it would be like to sleep with Sherry. Secretly, he had always wanted to, but then Elsworth called her to let her know he was going to pick her up. "Oh, that man interrupted my moment with Sherry," Kaze mumbled. "Oh well, I'm sure I'll be able to see her again." Kaze then went to sleep. He then got up. It was 10 AM. "Man, Sherry was right, I'm a deep sleeper," he laughed. He then got dressed, put on his hat, and put his card deck in his pocket. Later, he went to have lunch at a Pasta House. Kaze began to think about Sherry again. "Hmm, I wonder what she's up to," he whispered. One hour later, he met up with Crow. "Hey Crow!" he called out. "Oh hi Kaze, what's up?" the orange-haired man asked. "Just hanging around," the hat guy replied. "So, how about a duel?" Kaze said. "Hmm, you're on," Crow answered, activating his duel disk. One hour later, the score was: Kaze: 1900 Crow: 2300 Crow had a monster on his field: Black Wing Armor Master, with an attack of 2500. "I draw," Kaze said, drawing a card from his deck. "I summon the Red Eyes Black Chick." "Then I activate its effect by sending this card to the graveyard, I special summon the Red Eyes Black Dragon!" Kaze proclaimed. Red Eyes Black Dragon: Attack 2400 "Wow, so that's a Red Eyes Black Dragon," Crow said, astonished. "Then I activate the spell Inferno Fire Blast, and here's how it works: since I have a Red Eyes Black Dragon on my side, the power of this spell can have Red Eyes attack you directly," Kaze explained. "What?" Crow said. "Now, my Dragon attacks!" Kaze commanded. The Red Eyes Black Dragon blew a fireball right at Crow, causing him to lose the rest of his life points. Crow: 0 "Great duel, Kaze," Crow said. "Yep, this duel was fun," Kaze replied, shaking Crow's hand. "Well, then I've got to go to my job, so see ya," Crow said, as he ran off. Two hours later, Kaze made it back to his apartment and took a nap. He was fast asleep for three hours. He woke up; it was 5 PM. He began to think about Sherry once again. "Man, I really miss that woman," he mumbled. He remembered his moments with her: 1. He made her blush when he told her she could keep coming over to his place to crash, and she did look cute when she blushed. 2. He was also surprised she was worried about him after that meteor crashed, which made him feel flattered. "In that case, I need to find her and tell her I love her," he said, jumping out of his bed as he walked out of his apartment and went to the flower shop. "Hmm, I remember one time she said she likes red roses, so that's what I'll give her," he said, as he got the roses. He looked everywhere for her. Sherry was at her apartment. Elsworth then came into her room. "Something on your mind?" he asked the blonde woman. "Yes, I was thinking about Kaze," she replied to her guardian. "I see," the butler answered. "Well, you see, he was very kind, sweet, and trustworthy," Sherry said. "Are you saying you love him?" Elsworth asked. Sherry started to think about her time with him: 1. He helped her find out who burned her apartment. 2. He took her to see Yusei at his Gear Mill, even though he wasn't there; he started to be a worthy partner when he and she dueled Akiza and Luna. 3. He was being very sweet when he told her that she could keep coming over to his place to crash whenever she wanted to. 4. He put his life in danger to save her when Primo was about to destroy her. "Yes, I love him," she answered. "Hmm, then I suggest you find and tell him that you love him," Elsworth said with a grin. "Right, I'm going to see him," Sherry replied, as she walked out the door. She got on her Duel Runner and went to find Kaze. Kaze came to the river that was next to the bridge where that mystery man tried to build. Sherry went to his apartment and knocked at the door, but he wasn't there. Sherry left and drove to the river, where they had their last moment together before Elsworth interrupted them. They both stopped their Duel Runners and began to look around. Then they bumped into each other. "Oh, Sherry, hi, I was looking for you," he said, trying to control his balance after bumping into Sherry. "Same here, I was looking for you as well," she replied. "Oh," Kaze said. "Sherry, I need to tell you something," he spoke again, as he started to shake. "Well, I need to tell you something as well. Oh, Sherry, these are for you," he said, handing her the red roses. "Oh, thank you," Sherry said, smiling. Sherry then let out tears. "Sherry?" he muttered, seeing tears coming out of her eyes. "Kaze, I...I...I...love...you," she said. "I love you too, Sherry," Kaze said, smiling at her. Sherry then wrapped her arms around Kaze's neck, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. They hugged for a minute, and then they kissed. Sherry knew she had always wanted to have revenge on Yliaster for killing her parents. Now, she had found a special man who would always be by her side. Kaze was glad to see Sherry happy, because when she told him her parents were taken from her, he felt sorry for her, and now she was his girlfriend, which made him lucky. The end

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s I Can Be Your Hero *Chapter 1: I Can Be Your Hero* Me: Yayyy! It's my first one-shot. Ruka: Ok, what's it about? Even though I can probably guess. Me: (Smirks) You and Rua. Ruka: H-he's just my brother! I don't love him in that way! Me: Whatever. Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's or the song "Hero". It was a summer night at New Domino. The streets were quiet until a runner came zooming through. "AHH! Rua, go a little slower!" a voice said. "Fiiiinnnee, Ruka, but I'm still going to show you this place I found," Rua said. They slowed down when they neared a forest. "T-this place you found is in a forest?" Ruka asked questioningly. "Yes, but you'll see the beauty in it when we get there. Now come on. We can't use the runner in the forest. We'll have to walk the rest of the way," Rua directed. They walked in the forest for what felt like an eternity, until Rua told Ruka to close her eyes and not peek. Then, when they got to the place Rua had found, Ruka opened her eyes and gasped at what she saw. It was a creek with little waterfalls, and there were all kinds of flowers in the grass. Fireflies danced in the evening sky. Daffodils, roses, petunias, sunflowers... some of the flowers she couldn't even name. "Wow, Rua, this is so beautiful! When did you find the time to find this place?" asked Ruka. "Ummm, well, I just did," Rua replied. In truth, he had found this place before he met Yusei and the others. He went there when he had problems back then. And when he was thirteen, he went there to wonder if he should show Ruka this place or not. Back then, he had begun to develop feelings for his sister. And now, the feelings had only gotten stronger. He wanted to tell her, but he was afraid that she wouldn't love him back and would run away from him and marry Sly or something like that. So he kept his mouth shut about it. "Here, I have two things for you," Rua said. He handed her a small silver box. "Oh, you didn't have to get me anything," she said. "No, go ahead. It's for our homecoming at New Domino," urged Rua. (A/N: They came to New Domino to see Yusei and the others and celebrate the day they left.) She hesitated but finally took the box. When she opened it, what she saw took her breath away. It was a silver cross, and in the middle of it was a sapphire. "Oh, Rua... it's beautiful. Thanks," she said. "No prob," Rua said. "So, what's the other?" Ruka asked. Rua then went to his runner and got out a guitar. Ruka hung her head sideways in confusion. He then started playing a gentle melody with the guitar. *Would you dance if I asked you to dance? Would you run, and never look back? Would you cry, if you saw me crying? And would you save my soul tonight?* Rua then played a little more of an upbeat melody. *Would you tremble if I touched your lips? Would you laugh? Oh, please tell me this. Now, would you die for the one you love? Hold me in your arms tonight.* He played a little faster. *I can be your hero, baby. I can kiss away the pain. I will stand by you forever. You can take my breath away.* The melody slowed. *Would you swear that you'll always be mine? Or would you lie? Would you run and hide? Now, am I in too deep? Have I lost my mind? I don't care, you're here tonight.* Again, the beat got a little faster, but it stayed quite gentle. It slowed down. *I can be your hero.* Finally, he stopped singing and playing and went over to Ruka. He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned in close. Ruka stared at him, confused. Finally, he kissed her. Her eyes widened at what was happening, and she blushed madly at this, but closed her eyes and kissed him back. After a few minutes or so, they parted and stared at each other. "Ruka, I have something to confess. When we were thirteen, I started to develop feelings for you. I thought it was brotherly love back then. I didn't know what love was then, but now I love you more than a sister. And I don't care if you love that Sly person; the only thing that matters to me is that I love you," he said. Ruka, who was kind of surprised at this, then said, "Rua, I have the same thing to say. I may have not loved you when we were eleven or twelve, but when I was thirteen, when you saved me from death, I started to have weird feelings for you too. Every time I'd see you, my heart would race faster than it ever did with Sly. I'd also blush. I think what I'm trying to say is... I love you, Rua," Ruka said. "You did?" Rua asked, disbelieving. She then kissed him on the lips and said, "That gives you your answer?" He smiled and said, "It's more than an answer. So, will you slow dance with me?" Ruka nodded, and they began to dance. Ruka rested her head on Rua's chest. He blushed at this but put his head on hers. They danced for an hour, then they made a bed out of grass and leaves, and Rua held her by her waist. Then they watched the stars, and Ruka fell asleep on her brother's chest. Before Rua went to sleep, he thought in his head, *I will always be your hero.* Me: Eh, probably could've been better. Ruka: Did you always love me? And would you really sing a song for me? Rua: Of course. I love you and always will. Ruka: Awwwww, thanks. (She hugged him) Me: I always enjoy romance scenes. Anyway, please review!

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s Imagination Forest Chapter 1: Imagination Forest Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim to own this franchise or any of its characters. I have lived in this forest all alone for several years. My adopted mother, Jessica, told me that I shouldn't go outside. She said that my eyes paralyze everyone that I look at. I feel trapped, locked up in this place. It has always been just me and her. But three years ago, something dreadful happened, and now I am all alone. I wish that adventure would knock on my door. "Hey, look at the freak with the horn," the boys say. "Who? Me?" I asked ignorantly. "Yes, you," the one with silver and white hair replies. "Ah, come on, Primo, don't be like that!" pleads a broad boy with blue hair. "Aww, Johnny, this freak needs to learn to keep his ugly face away from us normal people," Primo says. "HAHAHA! Yeah, Primo, treat this monster like the thing he is," a redheaded boy shrieks. My mother comes out with her blindfold dropped just before Primo hits me. The three boys run off screaming, and I watch as she passes out. I recall her saying that if we come into contact with humans and try not to paralyze them, we'll drop dead. I nudge her. "Mama?" I whimper. I drag myself back to the now cold house. I remember that day very well. I wonder if they forgot me? I am not a very forgettable person, my mother said to me. But perhaps she was trying to spare my feelings? I want someone, somewhere to come and tell me that my eyes don't actually paralyze. "You can't ever look anyone in the eyes or they will turn to stone. You don't want that to happen, do you?" my mother asks, her blonde hair swaying in the breeze. "No, Mama," I reply. I brush a bird away, and it flutters off, singing a melody to me. I walk into the kitchen. The tiles in the room are made of stone; they used to shine, but after years, they have dulled. The appliances are barely working, and I use flames to cook my soup. I put mushrooms that I am certain are not poisonous into the pot and wait until it boils. I take a wooden ladle I fashioned myself and spoon some out into a wooden dish my mother left me. The bird flits back through the window and rests on my shoulder. "Silly bird," I mutter. I stare at the door, begging for someone to come and take me on an adventure. To see me. I don't want to live here alone. I spill the soup on myself and the table. I grab a rag, a piece of my mother's shirt, and mop up the fluids. The bird stares at me quizzically. "What are you looking at?" I ask it. It chirps. Outside, two voices are talking. "Hey, Jean, are you sure we ought to be in the forest?" a male asks. "Breo, don't be such a hikkamori! The forest is perfectly safe," Jean says. I hide in a dark corner, hoping that they won't come in. They rap on the door, and I ignore it. I am not ready for an adventure. "Let's go, Jean," Breo says. "Okay, Breo, but we are coming back," Jean replies. I sigh out. The bird is still staring at me. "You're not funny, bird," I say. I quickly get to work on cleaning the floor. My hands bleed from the rough soap. I struggle to make them nice like my mother did, but I continue to clean. When the blood from my hands starts staining the floor, I stand up and wash it off in the sink. I take some bandages and wrap them around my palms. There is a knock at the door. I run and hide. The door slams open. There is a man in a purple sleeveless hoodie and another in a white one with two circular decals on his hood and a large circle with different colors on it. "Breaking and entering, Jean? That is low," Breo drawls. "Someone is here," Jean says. They look at my place and the floor. "Yep, blood, someone's here," Jean says. "They are probably dead," Breo whines. I start crawling away, and a glass perched on the shelf falls. The two walk over, and I flip onto my back. Almost staring up at the two of them, I cover my eyes. Jean laughs and touches my hands, pulling them apart. "Hey, my name's Jean, and this mopey guy is Breo. What's your name?" Jean asks. "Andore. If I look at you, you will turn to stone," I answer, scrunching my eyes shut. "I don't think so," Breo states. I open my eyes by accident and stare into his. He doesn't turn to stone. He takes off his hoodie and reveals a white tan under it. "Here you go," he says. I put it on, and it's far too tight. He laughs at this. I smile, and he touches my horn. "Breo, he's cute, isn't he?" Jean asks. "I guess," Breo replies. Jean kisses me. "There's your first kiss," he says. I smile, and he smiles back. We walk outside, and I open my eyes wide. The sunshine feels nice. Everything around us starts to flicker and shimmer as the hood on my head is blown off by the wind. We hear from everywhere around us, "I am Z-ONE, and I have changed the state of the world." "Guess it's just another adventure," Jean says. "Right," Breo agrees. "It's your first adventure, right?" Jean asks. I nod. "Well, then, there is only one rule: Fight for your friends and teammates. There, let's go," Jean smiles. I smile back. After that session of memories, I go to the window and feel the breeze. A crow with orange feathers and black wings lands in my hands. "You don't want me to turn you to stone, do you, bird?" I ask.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s Impulsiveness Chapter 1: Impulsiveness So, here we go! Impulsiveness was a trait that Crow rarely displayed. His voice could be heard thundering from the bathroom, a rare occurrence - it wasn't often that Crow's voice thundered. It could be obstinately and cheerfully loud, yes, but not thundered. "Oi, Jack, get over here and clean up your mess!" Crow yelled. Unless, of course, it involved Jack. Because with the way Jack Atlas was about things, you could never get his attention unless you thundered as loud and insistently as he did. "My mess? What are you talking about?! The great Jack Atlas does not leave messes!" Jack replied. "The 'great Jack Atlas' is also the only one out of the three of us who's prissy enough to use those!" Crow yelled back, sweeping a hand at the line of numerous colognes and hair care products. "Eau de Cologne is not prissy!" Jack countered. "Come on! 'A musky and pleasant odor that enhances one's masculine appeal'? Don't tell me you need this horrible-smelling crap to make yourself feel manly!" Crow said, waving about the said bottle dangerously. Infuriated, Jack searched for a comeback, grabbing a childish-looking bottle from the bathtub and brandishing it in Crow's face. It was a bright blue color and shaped like a teddy bear. "At least I make an attempt to be a man! What is this - kiddie bubble bath? Grow up, Crow!" Jack said. "H-hey!" Crow spluttered, making a leap for the bubble bath and failing - Jack was almost twice his height, after all. "I get that stuff for my kids! That sort of thing was a luxury they couldn't afford back then!" "Then what's a bottle of it doing in our bathroom?" Jack asked. "It's a reminder! Shows how far we've come, ya know?" Crow replied. "And I suppose using it reminds you too, Crow?" Jack shook the bottle, which had obviously been opened and was partially empty. "Hey," Crow growled. "Stop changing the subject! This is about you leaving a mess!" "Mess, what mess?" Jack asked. "That mess!" Crow brandished to the stains left in the sink, clearly left by overuse of hair care products - there were even strands of golden hair interwoven with the drain. It wasn't very much - it was actually not that noticeable. "That-that's nothing!!!" Jack said. "Nothing, you say? Have you forgotten that this isn't our place? That old lady Zora's lending it to us, remember? That old lady Zora who scrutinizes and bitches at us for every single stinking thing that we do? If she finds one hair out of line, she'll definitely kick us out! Or at least give us another verbal lashing!" Crow exclaimed. "Those stains are insignificant and not worth my time cleaning up!!!" Jack said. "Insignificant, you say?" Crow's eyes lit up dangerously, his fingers clenching the bottle of cologne tighter. Before Jack knew it, the bottle's contents had been emptied on the Teflon floor between them. "There's a mess worthy of the great Jack Atlas," Crow smirked. "Clean that up." Needless to say, Jack was infuriated. "No way in hell am I cleaning that up! You definitely created that mess!" Jack said. "If your crap-smelling liquid wasn't there, I wouldn't have spilled it. It's your responsibility," Crow replied, grinning impishly. "Oh yeah? Two can play at that game, Crow!" Jack snapped back, pouring the contents of the bubble bath bear bottle on the floor - and a little bit on the shorter redhead for good measure. "And that mess is your responsibility, Crow," Jack said. Crow wasn't grinning. He instead leapt at Jack, snarling. "Bastard!" Crow exclaimed. Unfortunately, he had forgotten about the slippery mess between them. With him suddenly losing his footing and Jack's taller stature, he was quickly grabbed and slammed against the bathroom wall by the triumphant blond duelist. Jack leaned closer, smirking. "What do you have to say now, Crow? Who's cleaning?" Jack asked. Crow said nothing, frowning sullenly before a large grin suddenly crossed his face as he quickly closed the narrow gap between the two to plant a quick kiss on the other's lips. "I'd have to say you are, once you let me go," Crow quipped, grinning. Jack looked flustered and surprised, his grip slackening after the stunt Crow had pulled. However, when he felt Crow trying to make the most of the opportunity and wriggle out of his grasp, he tightened his grip again, looking livid. "What was that all about, Crow?!" Jack asked. "I don't know what happened myself, Jack," Crow grinned. "It was like I'd lost control back there. Something about you just drew me, ya know?" Jack was further flustered when Crow began slowly nuzzling the nape of his neck, burrowing his face in the crook between his neck and shoulder. "Mmm-hmm-hm. Masculine appeal, is it?" "B-bastard," Jack muttered, becoming more flustered as Crow continued to nuzzle him. If he let go, that would be like admitting defeat, but forcing Crow to stop would also be admitting defeat as well. "You're totally screwing with me, aren't you?" "So what if I am?" Crow grinned into Jack's neck, his voice muffled. "This is coming out of nowhere, Crow!" Jack exclaimed. "What's so wrong about that?" Crow almost purred, looking back up at Jack. "Some of the best things in life come out of nowhere," he continued, giving Jack another peck on the lip, smiling almost knowingly. "Don't ya think so?" Crow asked. They never did get around to cleaning up that mess, much to Yuusei's displeasure.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s My Savior Chapter 1: My Savior My Savior By Kellyq The blue flames expanded, causing the ground to shake as the Earthbound God swayed. Yusei's eyes widened when he saw Kalin's motorcycle swerve out of control. I'm not going to lose him the second time, he thought. Yusei veered his runner toward Kalin's direction and held out his hand, hoping that his old friend would take it. Kalin stared at Yusei with shock as his heart – or what was left of it – skipped a beat. "Yusei...?" he murmured, confused. "Kalin, give me your hand, please!" Yusei begged. When he saw that his friend wasn't going to take it, he continued to speak, hoping that his words would sink into Kalin's mind. "I didn't betray you that night, Kalin! I tried to save you from Sector Security, just like I'm trying to save you now!" By now, Kalin's heart was thumping in his chest. Yusei sounded so convincing, and something told him to believe him. "We want our friend back – I want you back! I want the Kalin who I grew fond of – the Kalin who once had a heart!" Kalin still stared at his friend. He was – for the first time – touched by what Yusei had to say. "But, you..." he uttered, not knowing what to say. Kalin didn't know what to do or think. Could Yusei be right for a change? Yusei leaned closer, hoping his old friend would take his hand. After a moment, Kalin reached out a shaky hand, and Yusei immediately took it, yanking his friend toward him. Kalin gasped as his body was placed on Yusei's motorcycle sideways. "Don't worry, I have you!" Yusei reassured. Out of reflex, Kalin wrapped his arms around his friend's neck and waist. "Besides, it's my turn. I draw!" His arm brushed against Kalin's back as he reached for the next card, which happened to be glowing. Once Yusei touched the card, all the dragons that he had called out started to glow. A beam of light surrounded both duelists. Kalin yelped once the light touched his skin and engulfed his body. Hang in there, Kalin, Yusei thought, I'm almost done. He looked at the card and stared at the picture. It was a pretty image of what looked like a cross between a pink caterpillar and a dragon. Yusei could sense a feeling of hope coming from the new card. I'm finally going to save you and put an end to this! He looked over at Kalin to see that he was out cold, and the mark on his arm was slowly fading. Yusei fixed his gaze back at the Earthbound God, knowing what he had to do. "I summon the tuner monster, Savior Dragon!" He slapped the card on the duel disk that was attached to his motorcycle. Stardust Dragon and Stardust Shao Long started to fuse together. "Let's rev it up!" Savior Dragon came to life and started to glow, fusing its own power to the other two dragons. Soon, all three dragons had formed into one dragon that was pure white. It took flight with both duelists inside, keeping them safe from the Earthbound God. "Let's do this, Savior Star Dragon!" Yusei said, feeling confident that the nightmare was going to end soon. "He gains half of my opponent's monster's attack points!" Yusei explained, watching the Earthbound God stagger. "Now attack it directly!" Savior Star Dragon swooped down and went headlong into the Earthbound God, leaving a hole in its chest. The great beast collapsed as it disintegrated into black fog. Kalin moaned in pain a few moments after the blue flames died out. "Kalin, are you alright? You're not hurt, are you?" A smile made its way to his lips. "You're such a sap, Yusei." Kalin opened his eyes, and they stared at each other. His eyes didn't have black around his pupils. "Of course I'm alright." Yusei smiled as well and wrapped his arms around his friend, holding Kalin close. Now I know why I was always desperate to save him all the time... it's because I love him. "Is it too late to say that I'm sorry?" Kalin murmured, pulling away so that they were staring at each other. "Don't worry about it," Yusei reassured. "As long as I got you back, nothing else matters." Kalin cracked a small smile. "You really are a sweet guy, Yusei. When I saw the Security Guard pat you on the shoulder, I felt as though all my feelings didn't matter, but now that I think about it, you care about me more than I realize." "That's because you're my..." Yusei paused, feeling the need to say how he felt. "No. You're more than my best friend, Kalin. You're the one who I care about the most." Kalin's expression softened. "I love you too, Yusei. Now quit being a sap and let's go after Rudgure. He's actually going to pay for tricking me." By this point, Savior Star Dragon was gone, and the two duelists were safely on the ground. "No!" Yusei stated firmly. "You're weak from what happened, and I don't want you to get hurt any further than you have." "That part has already been done," Kalin murmured, looking away. "Besides being beaten up by Sector Security, they also raped me." Yusei lowered his head as his expression darkened. He leaned his forehead against Kalin's chest. "I'm really sorry. I never wanted this to happen to you." Kalin sighed. "Let's just go. I'll tell you how to get there." Yusei nodded his head and pulled away. He used his free hand to start the engine, revved it up, and they were off. The End

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s Open Arms Chapter 1: Open Arms I have had this story in mind for a while, and I decided to write it because I think Kingcrabshipping needs more love. While listening to "Open Arms" by Journey, I thought that's how Jack Atlas feels about Yusei Fudo, so enjoy! Caution: This is a YAOI story, meaning boy x boy. If you don't like this genre, please don't read it. For those who love Yaoi/Kingcrabshipping, enjoy! Jack was standing outside on the balcony, gazing at the stars, and there was someone on his mind who drove him crazy. He had raven hair with golden highlights, wore a red symbol on a black tank top shirt with black skinny jeans, and had some light brown boots, along with beautiful blue eyes. Now, he also had a golden mark on the right side of his face, and that someone was Yusei Fudo. Jack and Yusei had been friends since they were children at the orphanage, where they grew up together after Yusei's parents died, along with Jack's parents. Since then, Jack was afraid that his friend wouldn't feel the same way as he did. "Yusei, I want to know... do you still feel the same way too?" Jack thought. Jack walked back inside as he was getting ready to go to bed. Yusei was the only thing on Jack's mind. Jack just wanted to hold Yusei close to him, so Yusei could hear the sweet beatings that Jack had been feeling for so long, since they had been apart for two years. Those two years had been too long for Jack. He knew that what he did was wrong, leaving his friend behind. Jack just wanted to take it all back, all the regrets, all the lies, all the love he had lost from Yusei. Jack was changing into his black tank top and light, soft sleeping pants as he went to his bed. "Yusei, please, forgive me for what I did," he said with tears in his violet eyes, and let sleep take over. Four hours later, for some reason, Jack didn't sleep for long. He went outside to the balcony once more, standing and looking out toward the shining ocean, with the sound of the waves crashing. He was shocked to see Yusei at the beach. Jack wanted to give Yusei a call, but he just remembered that Yusei's phone was destroyed during their last duel. "Yusei! Yusei!" Jack called out, but it was all in his head. Jack ran to his room, then to the building, and finally to the beach. Yusei looked at the moon; the ocean was beautiful at night, more so than during the day. The moon shone down on the ocean, and the stars shone in Jack's eyes as he ran. He finally got to Yusei, and for some reason, Yusei was crying. "Yusei, why are you crying?" Jack asked. Yusei sniffled, "It's just that... I'm all alone without you. It's like I'm not complete." Yusei fell to his knees in the sand as tears traveled down his face. Jack got down to Yusei's level, then sat on top of him. Yusei was flushing a cherry red color, but Jack was looking at Yusei's beautiful blue eyes, which reminded him of the ocean. Jack then kissed Yusei, making the kiss deeper as he heard Yusei's beautiful moans. "Jack, why did you kiss me? I thought you hated me," Yusei said, his soft voice barely audible. Jack wanted to hear Yusei's voice once more. "I don't hate you, it's just that I hate that everybody pulled us apart. Yusei, I will always be your friend, no matter what, and I never got the chance to tell you that... I love you." Yusei was shocked. "That's right, Yusei, I have always loved you, ever since I met you." Yusei looked up at Jack, and Jack came close to Yusei's face, his lips inches apart. "Yusei," Jack whispered. "Jack," Yusei replied. As the two teens kissed again, they made the kiss deeper, and moans were heard from Yusei as Jack broke the kiss. "Yusei, let's go to my place, shall we?" Jack said, his sexy Australian accent evident. "Sure, Jack," Yusei replied, getting up as Jack lifted him up in a bridal style, Yusei flushing. "Jaaaacck!" Yusei exclaimed. "Be careful, babe, I've got you," Jack said. In Jack's room, Jack and Yusei continued their kiss. Jack loved Yusei's soft, tan, cherry lips and wanted to kiss even more. Jack broke the kiss as he took off his tank top shirt and grabbed Yusei's hand, placing it on his chest. "Yusei, can you feel it?" Jack looked into Yusei's eyes. "Yes, yes, I do... Jack, you feel this way about me?" Yusei blushed and looked back up at Jack's eyes. Yusei knew that he loved Jack, and Jack loved him. Yusei didn't know what to say to Jack. "Yusei, as long as I can remember, the last time I saw you... it's been two years," Jack said. Yusei pulled his finger across Jack's lips. "It's okay, Jack. It's my fault anyway. I should have paid more attention to you, more than my work and friends. I'm sorry, Jack." Yusei kissed Jack lightly, and then Jack deepened the kiss. Jack took off all of Yusei's clothes, revealing his beautiful, tanned body. "Jack, wait! That's not fair, I'm the only one naked," Yusei said, as Jack took off his pants and boxers. "There, see, Yusei? We're equal now, my koi," Jack smiled at Yusei. "Come here, you," Jack kissed Yusei, and then Jack began to pleasure his lover, getting on top of Yusei. Jack whispered in Yusei's ear, "You're going to enjoy this as much as I do." Jack and Yusei made love all night. When morning came, Yusei was fast asleep, and Jack was cuddling Yusei for warmth. Jack closed his eyes when he heard Yusei whisper, "I love you, Jack." "I love you too, Yusei," Jack replied, and they let sleep take over.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s Rainy Days *Chapter 1: Rainy Days* Lucarly: So, a lot of people were like "HEY! MAKE A SEQUEL!" for 'Stormy Nights'. So I am. Sort of. Aki: You are terrible at writing sequels. They hardly ever have anything to do with the original. Lucarly: I know. I fail. Aki: Go kill yourself. Lucarly does not own Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's. Rainy Days Yusei's POV Truthfully, though, I hate rain. It's like a heavy curtain of depression that is cast over the whole area. Everyone seems downcast, at a complete loss for hope... like they're completely alone and unloved; all because of the poor weather. I descended slowly down the stairs, my mind still lingering in sleep. When I woke up and heard the raindrops falling, I quite honestly wanted to roll over and slip back into unconsciousness; but my body wouldn't allow it. It was accustomed to rising up early in the morning, and wouldn't have it any other way. Furthermore, I enjoyed being the first up in the morning; it gives me an hour or two of uninterrupted peace. "How long have you been awake?" I asked. Aki looked up at me, her eyes dull and tired. "A few hours," she said simply. "Hm," I murmured, sitting across from her. She paid me no attention. "Any particular reason why?" I continued. "Couldn't sleep," she said plainly. "Is something bothering you?" I asked. She shrugged but didn't reply. This is what Aki normally was like; quiet and unresponsive. But it was a part of the mystique she had that I'd become fascinated with. It made her a mystery, a puzzle to solve. At the same time, though, it was frustrating. The part of me that was intrigued by her complexity had grown to be affection for her as a whole. So, her hidden thoughts and feelings became more of a problem than a challenge. I'd only know as much about her as I could solve, or rather, as much as she'd let me know. Thus, I had no idea whether she returned my feelings for her or not. But I did know one thing; she had value in me. "...My greatest fear is losing... you." Her simple confession on that one stormy night unveiled her secret; that she didn't want to be alone. And that in me, she found companionship. But whether it was romantic or platonic was unknown to me. "Is there anything I can do to help you?" I asked simply. "Perhaps," she said. "Can you tell me what?" "No." "Why not?" "Because I want you to figure it out. You like solving puzzles and riddles, don't you?" "...Yes." "Then this should be fun for you." "Okay, fine. I'll take up your little challenge. But shouldn't I get a hint?" Aki's eye twitched as she slowly turned the page of her book, contemplating what to say. "Very well... It's what I need when the sky is a lonely gray and the rain is cold and frigid," she said thoughtfully after a few minutes. "That's my hint?" "Yes." "Hm." 'What do you need on a rainy day?' It was a reasonable question. Rain is like a barrier to freedom, a setback, an enzyme of boredom. When I was younger, Martha refused to allow Jack, Crow, and myself to go out in the rain for fear that we would catch pneumonia. However, we were much too young to understand the potential danger of it. So we mumbled and grumbled, trying to find other sources of entertainment for the course of the day. 'What do you need to do in order to keep warm when it's raining?' 'What do you need to feel when you are alone?' Loved. "When the sky is a lonely gray and the rain is cold and frigid," I found myself repeating aloud, "you need to feel... love." Aki cast her gaze warily up at me. "Yusei... I'm disappointed," she said after a moment. My heart fell; had I failed to understand her? "I'm sorry. I just thought-" I began before I was cut off. "No, your answer is right," said Aki, a somewhat sly and playful smile coming upon her lips. "I'm just surprised that it took you two hours to figure it out." I widened my eyes slightly and glanced at the clock. She was right; over two hours had passed since she challenged me with her riddle. "So," began Aki, interrupting my thoughts, "do you think you know how to help me?" I paused and stared at her blankly. Was this an invitation? Was this my chance to finally answer my own personal questions? A thought came to my mind of how to test the answer, but it was a risk. However, it was one I was willing to take. "Yes... I think I do," I said simply. I then slowly stood up, noting the sudden change of rate in my heartbeat. I walked over to the other side of the table to where Aki was, and carefully lifted her chin up towards me, brushing my lips gently against hers. "Was that it?" I asked after pulling away. Aki looked back down at her book. "No, that wasn't quite it," she said, turning another page. I felt my breath get caught in my throat, and I didn't reply. Aki then let out a small, rare chuckle and let her playful expression return to her face. "I think it's more like this," said Aki as she reached up and pressed her lips deeply against my own. I was caught off guard, but eventually returned the gesture and wrapped my arms around her waist. We lost ourselves in our own world, yet we could still hear the rain faintly in the background. Lucarly: Meh. Aki: Is that all you have to say? Lucarly: Yeah. Aki:...Please review.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s Rushing Forward Chapter 1: Rushing Forward Title: Rushing Forward Character/Pairing/Group: Placido, Luciano, and Jose Rating: G Genre: Crack Summary: The tenors try to play a Gaia MMO named zOMG!. Lulz ensues. Notes: This was inspired by somebody on TV Tropes saying that the reason Placido acts like a brat is because the other two of the tenor trio have canceled his World of Warcraft account. I took this idea and ran with it. But I changed it to zOMG! since I know little of World of Warcraft. This was for laughs only and not to be taken seriously. "You've got too many attack rings, Placido~" Luciano cackled from the other side of the screen. "Don't expect me to heal you then!" Things were getting boring in the household belonging to the trio. Their lazy god of destiny had yet to bother with sending them the key tablets needed to carry out their quest. So, finding entertainment was difficult when Jose disapproved of such earthly pleasures. But they had found a specific type of game that would allow them to disguise themselves and develop strategies to use once they could move forward. So, across from each other, they sat, using the large sphere to broadcast three different screens, inside the null chamber where their avatars were, in order to fix their attack and support rings. "Tch, I'm trying to bring out as much as possible," Placido stated as he scanned his eyes across the string of attack rings set out. Devish, Slash, Hornet's Nest, and many more were just perfect for himself. All at maximum level, just like he had worked hard for. "Besides, Jose can heal, right?" Jose sat back, unlike his comrade, he took the longest to pick out his ring set and level them to the max. This was so in order to be prepared for any situation. "Placido, you need to have a healing ring and buff rings at the very least." "I don't have any!" He shouted back, there was no need for them when others could back him up. The oldest of the trio mentally wished to bury his head in his face because of the lack of foresight the teenage one carried. But alas, he couldn't even try to assist by giving his support rings to the other man, for the game had forbidden it. Alas. But he did finish setting up his ring set and confirmed it. "We should head out for Gold Beach, there we shall find the entrance to Shal-" "Race ya to the whirlpool, Placido!" Luciano taunted the other man as his avatar already popped out from the crystal onto the virtual beach. Placido tried to reserve his annoyance and tried to focus on beating his fellow member in a childish contest. Unfortunately, with no buffs on, Placido easily lost and pretended not to show discontent. "Nya Nya~~ Placido's so slow~" Luciano giggled once Placido reached his destination. It was fun to watch Placido fail at everything. And once again, Jose took his sweet time coming out towards the whirlpool. The whirlpool was going to lead them into the hardest dungeon of the game, and they needed to be well prepared for that. "Placido, you should start to seek for crewmates," Jose advised the one holding the leader's crown, and therefore the only one with the trusted powers to bring somebody else into their crew. As a six-person crew was advised for the dungeon, and a six-person crew would yield the most rewards. "No matter, I don't trust any of these fools," He entered the whirlpool without a second thought, causing Luciano to protest. "Hey! How are we going to even make it with just three of us?" While Luciano also considered most of the players to be idiots as well, he knew that they could not succeed without a few extra bodies. "We'll just have to take them all down at full power." Jose just shook his head, how typical of the impatient man to rush forward with little planning done. He knew that they had little chance of making it far enough to yield much of anything, but he wanted to be humored and stuck with their crew as they entered the Shallow Sea. "Wait here as we buff you," Jose advised, activating the spells attached to the support rings in order to use their effects as stat boosters. Placido couldn't stand to wait any longer, after having so much time to prepare, and ran into the other side of the room where monsters spawned as soon as he was buffed. "Can you ever stay put?" Luciano shouted in a shrill voice as he moved to go assist his crewmate. "I am trying to bring them all out at once," Placido firmly stood his ground as he set off multiple attack rings at once. Jose did trudge over there, but not before shooting a warning glance at the teenage robot. Once they got together, it was still not a possible task to take out all the enemies, and their avatars were knocked into an unconscious state and summoned back at the whirlpool outside. The two younger ones seethed, while Jose had his reserved ways of dealing with failure. In fact, this would make a good opportunity to teach the rash man a lesson. "Now will you understand that there's more to our goals than just brute force?" Placido just glared back with one red eye. "Shut up, old man."

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s Shirtless while Dueling Chapter 1: Chapter 1 This is the first time Akiza will see Yusei without a shirt. It's not much, though. Akiza and Yusei are sitting in the kitchen, having a drink. It was so hot, the temperature was 42 degrees. The air conditioner was on at 22 degrees, but it didn't have an effect on the house. The next minute, the phone rang. Yusei walked over to the phone and picked it up. "Hello," Yusei said. "Hey, Yusei, it's Leo," Leo said over the phone. "It's really hot, so would you and Akiza like to come over and stay the night? But Crow and Jack are going to be there." "Okay, Leo, see you soon," Yusei said, then put the phone down. "Leo said that we can go over and spend the night because it is so hot. Maybe they will let us go in the pool and have air conditioning in our room. Do you want to go?" "Sure," Akiza replied. They got on their Duel Runners and drove off towards Leo and Luna's house. On the way, they stopped at Akiza's so she could get her things, and then they arrived. Leo greeted them and invited them inside. They saw Jack and Crow having a duel, wearing only board shorts. "Red Dragon Archfiend, end this duel with Absolute Power Force," Jack yelled. The dragon attacked Crow, dropping his life points down to 0. "Aw, man, that's the third time this week I've lost to you, Jack," Crow yelled. "And the winner is Jack Atlas." Chapter 2 will be uploaded on the following date: 18/02/10. Please review. Chapter 2: Chapter 2 " Well, we are in the middle of the tournament against Jack and Crow. The loser has to buy dinner for everyone," Leo said. "Yusei and you have to duel to decide who will buy everyone dessert," Luna said. "Very well," Yusei said. Akiza and Yusei got into their dueling positions. "DUEL," they both said in unison, while activating their Duel Disks. Akiza: 4000, Yusei: 4000 "I'll start, Yusei. I draw, and I think I'll summon Phenexion Seed in attack mode," Akiza yelled. "Then, by releasing my seed, I can special summon Phenexion Cluster Amaryllis. I set two and give you a shot." "I guess I draw and place one card face down, and summon Quillbolt Hedgehog in defense position," Yusei yelled. "I guess I end my turn." "And round two begins with a spell card known as Force Tune. Now, if my hand has monsters that equal a Synchro card in my Extra Deck, then I get to special summon them to the field." "This can't be good," Leo said. "Come forth, Night Rose Knight and Rose Fairy," Akiza yelled. "Now you know what happens next!" To be continued. You know what to do. Review. Chapter 3: Chapter 3 "Now, I think I will tune my Night Rose Knight and my Rose Fairy in order to Synchro Summon Black Rose Dragon," Akiza yelled. "Now, I think I'll activate my Lightning Vortex to destroy your Quillbolt Hedgehog. Then my Amaryllis can attack you directly." Yusei took a hit, and all of a sudden, thanks to the aftershock, his shirt ripped off him, causing Akiza to blush really heavily. "I think I'll place two cards face down and umm give you a shot," Akiza nervously spoke, as she was stunned by Yusei's amazing chest. "Um, Akiza, are you okay..." Yusei said, then Akiza said, "Yeah, I'm fine," she said nervously. "Okay, Akiza, I draw and activate my Synchro Crusher. Now, all I have to do is give up 1500 life points, and I can place Stardust Dragon in the graveyard," Yusei yelled. "Then I'll activate Final Destination. Now, if I give up the rest of my life points, it destroys every card on your field." "But you lose the duel, Yusei, I win," Akiza interrupted. "No, Akiza, but I have to win at the end of the turn to beat you, and I can do it in three steps," Yusei explained. "First, activate Monster Reborn to return Stardust Dragon to the field. Step two, activate Megamorph, doubling Stardust's attack points. Then I attack you directly. Go." Akiza yelled. Akiza: 0, Yusei: 0 (But wins by the effect of Final Destination) "So, it's settled. Akiza can buy dessert," Leo said. "Actually, Leo, I will pay for dessert. You need to be nice to the girls," Yusei said. "Man, Yusei, you are sexy," Akiza said in a sexy tone. "I've never seen you without a shirt." "Well, it's okay," Yusei said with an unusual smile. After dinner and dessert, Yusei was sitting in his bed, then he heard a knock. "Yusei, can I sleep with you?" Akiza said. "Sure," he replied. "Yusei, I have a confession to make," Akiza said. "Yusei, I love you." "Same here," Yusei said with a charming smile, then they kissed. When Akiza broke away, she said, "Can you, by any chance, take your shirt off again? You're just so hot." "Anything for my Aki-muffin," Yusei said, while taking his shirt off. Akiza buried her head into his chest and said, "Goodnight, Yusei, my shooting star," she said, then he replied. "Goodnight, Akiza, my little rose," he said, then they fell asleep. Thank you very much for supporting me, you guys, with my first fan fic. I'm thinking about doing a tournament story that the final round is Yusei vs Yugi, then I might make a Yusei vs Yugi vs Jaden, then make some new cards for them. You know what to do. Please review.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s The Duo Stars of Satellite Chapter 1: The Duo Stars of Satellite This story contains spoilers up to episode 64 of the Japanese version. 1. Comfort Kiryu was the solid foundation of the team, giving Yusei a reason to push beyond the impossible and find a place within the trash city. 2. Kiss Whenever they pulled their lips together, Kiryu could taste the sweat and oil lingering on his partner's skin. 3. Soft "Yusei~" Kiryu smirked as he ran a finger up Yusei's soft, blue hair, glaring at him with cold, black irises. 4. Pain The weight of guilt from Kiryu's death sank into Yusei's heart like a stone, with his own martyr-like manner backlashing on him. 5. Potatoes Since potatoes were a practical and cheap food source, it was common for them to prepare organic, brown-skinned potatoes for a meal. 6. Rain The heavy rain had no effect on Yusei as he went to stop Kiryu from making a costly mistake. 7. Chocolate Chocolate was such a rare delicacy that Kiryu enjoyed, and Yusei always gave up his treat for him. 8. Happiness Kiryu died without reaching proper satisfaction, but he was relieved of the bitterness between him and Yusei. 9. Telephone Why use a separate communications device when Yusei had fitted their duel disks with microphones? 10. Ears All that was audible to Yusei was the insane laugh of Kiryu's. 11. Name What Yusei could only utter in disbelief was his dead older brother's name as well. 12. Sensual The feeling was uplifting to the younger boy as he latched tightly against his leader while in distress. 13. Death While passing on, Kiryu offered the rare gift of forgiveness while resting in Yusei's arms. 14. Sex Kiryu was the eager one, desiring to taste every part of his partner's body, while Yusei took a more passive approach. 15. Touch Not a day went by when they didn't bump fists together. 16. Weakness Kiryu's vendetta against the police marked his downfall. 17. Tears 18. Speed Their final match was conducted within the dome of Speed World. 19. Wind Braving the storm was only half of the battle on that fateful, dark night. 20. Freedom All they wanted was freedom to do as they pleased in Satellite. 21. Life One of Yusei's ultimate goals was to give Kiryu redemption, a goal that ultimately succeeded. 22. Jealousy A darkened Kiryu despised not having the bonds that Yusei held. 23. Hands Their hands clasped as Kiryu pulled Yusei out of imminent death. 24. Taste Kiryu craved the feeling of power and the desire to please his younger brother. 25. Devotion His promise to defeat the darkness that tainted Kiryu kept Yusei going. 26. Forever Even though Kiryu was gone, Yusei would always regard his older partner fondly. 27. Blood "Stay here," Yusei ordered as he wiped the officer's blood off Kiryu's shirt. 28. Sickness No matter what ailment plagued Yusei, his leader stood by him. 29. Melody The Team Satisfaction raids on rival gangs were composed perfectly by Kiryu. 30. Star Yusei's amiable and forgiving attitude towards the leader stood out like a diamond in the smog-filled sky. 31. Home Even in the ghettos, they could find salvation. 32. Confusion Kiryu's judgment was clouded by misunderstandings of their past. 33. Fear While Yusei was terrified, Kiryu's god-bound spirit was drawn to earth. 34. Lightning/Thunder The white-hot lightning streaked across the sky as the Signer of Light and the Signer of Darkness prepared to fight. 35. Bonds Yusei's bonds with Kiryu were something he would always treasure and use to aid him in the future. 36. Market "Take a look at this!" Kiryu excitedly pointed out to Yusei in a street filled with trashy vendors. 37. Technology Yusei, a genius at salvaging junk, always had to repair Kiryu's damaged duel disk. 38. Gift Kiryu's new skills, gifted from a god, only posed a challenge to their broken relationship. 39. Smile For the first time in years, Yusei could release his happiness when Kiryu was reborn. 40. Innocence His leader's fall from grace marked the end of Yusei's silly teenage years. 41. Completion In a wrecked building site, Yusei found their blacked-out map of Team Satisfaction's turf. 42. Clouds "It's going to rain soon," Kiryu remarked as he slid back into his chair, addressing Yusei while looking up. 43. Sky They both deserved to be the stars of hope and gratification across the night sky, even if only one was regarded as such. 44. Heaven Perhaps, Kiryu would receive a better choice of afterlife, Yusei pondered. 45. Hell It would certainly be better than the fate that had been crushed upon him the first time. 46. Sun The leader represented a fierier personality of the pair. 47. Moon While the younger man was more calm and tried to blanket Kiryu's impulsive actions. 48. Waves "Let's do this!" Kiryu shouted eagerly to his brothers, their conquests eventually rippling throughout the entire island. 49. Hair Kiryu chuckled as he touched the tip of Yusei's spiked hair; "How does it stay up?" he teased. 50. Supernova Even when the star of Satellite died out, his actions alongside Kiryu, coupled with connecting the two cities again, would never be forgotten.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s This World of Speed Chapter 1: This World of Speed Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh, 5D's, or anything related to these series. This is my first serious attempt at fanfiction, and I appreciate any constructive criticism. However, I kindly request that you refrain from posting inflammatory comments. Spoiler Warning: This story contains spoilers for episodes 71 and 72. Reader discretion is advised. It had already been a week since Aki witnessed Yusei's Riding Duel with Sherry LeBlanc firsthand, but no matter what she tried, she couldn't forget Sherry's words: "In a Riding Duel, both people can understand each other's hearts." Since then, her mind had been preoccupied with one thing: the fact that Yusei had connected with others on a level she had never experienced through Riding Duels. But why did she feel so bad whenever she thought of Sherry's face, voice, and words? Late that night, as she lay in bed alone, her mind began to replay the events of that day. She remembered the look of pure joy on Yusei's face, a smile he had never shown her. She felt a pang of sadness, knowing that she had been so close to him, yet all his attention had been focused on Sherry. The arrogant look on Sherry's face still lingered in her mind, knowing that she had connected with Yusei on a deeper level than Aki, the girl who often stared at him with affection but didn't have the courage to express her true feelings. Yusei had been the one to bring Aki out of her secluded life at the Arcadia Movement, opening her heart to those around her and showing her what real friendship was like. He had even reunited her with her parents. She owed everything to him and felt closer to him than anyone else in the world. She wanted to be with him, but the thought of Sherry, who had tried to take him away from his friends and from her, made her angry. She was afraid that she might have trouble controlling her powers. Then, it suddenly dawned on her: what if Yusei would rather be with another D-Wheeler? Would he choose Sherry over her? This thought alone was enough to bring Aki to tears. The idea of him with another woman had never occurred to her, and although she wasn't with Yusei, she suddenly felt threatened by this female D-Wheeler. But then, it hit her: there was a way to let him know exactly how she felt. The next morning, Aki went down to the garage where Yusei, Jack, and Crow spent most of their time testing and modifying their D-Wheels for the upcoming Grand Prix. She nervously opened the door, still shaking at the thought of what she was about to do. She slowly peeked her head around the door and suddenly heard Crow call out to her. "Yo, Aki-san, how ya been? Come on in," Crow said, lying on his back under what she knew was an engine for a D-Wheel. Aki quickly opened the door, obscuring her face, and straightened herself up quietly, mumbling to herself, "No turning back now." As she walked down the stairs, she looked around and saw Crow focused on the engine. "So, what can I help you with?" he asked, still working on the engine. Aki muttered, almost stuttering, "Um, I was hoping to talk to Yusei. Is he here?" Crow pulled himself out from underneath the engine and replied calmly, "Huh, Yusei? Yeah, sure, no problem." He suddenly bellowed, "HEY YUSEI! YOU'VE GOT A VISITOR," making Aki let out a small gasp and place her hands on her chest. "He'll be with you in a moment," Crow said quietly, resuming his work. At that moment, the door in the back opened, and Jack and Yusei walked in, talking about something. But Aki couldn't hear what they were saying. As soon as Yusei noticed her standing there, Jack broke off the conversation and merely said, "Aki-san?" Yusei walked over to her with his hands in his pockets and asked, "What's up?" Aki's mouth went completely dry. Yusei was not wearing a shirt, just his trademark jacket. She found it incredibly hard to look him in the eye, and all her self-control was needed to avoid staring at his bare chest. Her mind was going blank, and she didn't notice the other two staring at her. She could see Yusei's lips moving, but she couldn't hear him asking what was wrong. After a minute of silence that felt like an hour, she suddenly looked him in the eye and blurted out, "I want you to make me a D-Wheel." At that moment, all that could be heard was a loud clang as Crow dropped the spanner he had been using. He stared open-mouthed, not believing what he had just heard. Jack just stood there, looking dumbstruck. Yusei calmly replied, "Sure." Jack and Crow's gazes moved to Yusei, as if to ask him if he had lost his mind. But he simply said, "After that incident last week, I realized this might happen, so I started making plans for it. If you're serious, come back in three days, and we can start work on it." With that, he turned around and walked back through the door, the other guys following him, mumbling incoherently. Aki was at a loss for words, not only because of Crow and Jack's strange behavior but also because Yusei knew she would want a D-Wheel. She left the garage and went home, all her doubts forgotten, safe in the knowledge that Yusei had been thinking the exact same thing as her.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s Transposition Chapter 1: Transposition Lucarly: This is sort of based on a true story. It wasn't too long ago that I dropped some glass and cut my foot open. Aki:...Is that so? Lucarly: I opened the cupboard and dropped a glass jar of salsa on my foot. My foot was a lovely mass of salsa and blood. Aki: Thank you for putting that mildly disturbing image in my head. Lucarly does not own Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's. Transposition Jack's POV "Can you make me some tea?" I asked gruffly, leaning back comfortably into the sofa. "Of course, Atlas-sama," said Mikage pleasantly, bowing deeply before leaving. I watched the small woman leave the room and head towards the kitchen before I returned to my own thoughts. It had been a rough week, to say the least; it was only a few days ago that I found out that I would have lost the duel I had against Yusei. And then to go out and pretend like I was still a king for thousands of people... it just didn't feel right. There was no denying it; I was fake. A liar. A thief. A Satellite scumbag. The resumé of my memories told it all. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the crash of breaking glass from the kitchen, making me snap my head up in surprise. I was overcome by curiosity, so I stood up and left to where I heard the noise; to see Mikage balancing on one foot with pieces of a smashed teapot and its hot liquid contents all around it. "What happened?" I asked in a rough tone, making her shiver a bit. "G-Gomen nasai. I must've tripped and dropped the teapot," stuttered Mikage in response. I rolled my eyes; stupid girl. I turned to leave, but as I did, the corner of my eye caught the level of seriousness in the situation; I could see that her shoe had fallen off, and that a large piece of glass had nicely fit itself into her foot. And from it, flowed a stream of thick blood; forming a puddle on the ground. I was struck by pity, which was a rare occurrence for me. I turned back and approached her before sweeping her up off her feet. "A-Atlas-sama?!" she squeaked in embarrassment as she quickly wrapped her arms around my neck to support herself. I gave her a reassuring smile; which was yet another rare occurrence for me. "I'm not going to leave you here standing on one foot like a fool," I said simply, adjusting myself to get a better grip on her; although she was surprisingly light. She looked at me, bewildered, but nodded. I carried her into the bathroom, setting her down gently against the wall; I knew her blood would probably stain the white floor, but I quite frankly didn't care. I then lowered myself to examine her foot. "A-Atlas-sama, I should just go to the infirmary," she said, shifting herself around uncomfortably. "Hm," I grunted, ignoring her. "They're trained professionals," she continued. "Where's a medical kit?" I asked, still ignoring her. "There's one under the sink; but I really think-" she began before I cut her off. "-I used to live in Satellite. These sorts of injuries happened all the time there. I know how to care for them," I said simply, reaching under the sink and pulling out the medical kit. I wasn't sure why I felt so inclined to heal her injury. Perhaps it was because I wanted to feel useful. Since I was no longer King, I had no true meaning to the city. But if I could help just one resident... Mikage only nodded, leaning back against the wall and sighing. I pulled out a cloth from the kit and gently cleaned the blood off of her foot; careful not to push the glass in any deeper than it already was. I then took the cloth and wrapped it around my hand and slowly began to pull out the large piece of glass. Mikage shivered; obviously in pain. I set the glass to the side and cleaned the new flow of blood that had come from the now-open wound. I then pulled an ointment out of the kit and gently rubbed it into the cut before securely wrapping it in a bandage. "That should take care of it," I said, pulling away, "just don't walk on it too much." She nodded, smiling, and struggled to stand. I, again, took pity on her, and lifted her up onto her feet. "Will you be okay now?" I asked plainly, her stance still being supported by my arms. "H-hai," she said nervously. Yet, we still lingered in that position. My eyes connected with hers for a moment, and then slowly trailed down to her pink lips. Suddenly, I was overcome with the desire to kiss her; but I brushed away the feeling as quickly as it came. I knew better than to get myself involved in romantic feelings when all my other emotions were unstable. So I let her go and watched her limp away; probably to go clean up the mess in the kitchen, as well as make more tea with another set. However, once she reached the door, she stopped. "Atlas-sama..." she began, turning to face me. "What is it?" "Arigatou," she said simply, but sincerely. I blinked at the simple word. When was the last time I had been thanked? I couldn't remember; maybe it was because it had been a long time since I had last done a kind act. "A king is always willing to help his citizens," I said pridefully, chuckling a little bit. The word "king" felt bitter on my tongue; but her gentle smile made it all worthwhile. Translations: Gomen Nasai - I'm sorry. Hai - Yes Arigatou - Thank you Aki: Uh-huh...Please review.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s Ye Who I Have Loved Chapter 1: Ye Who I Have Loved Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's series. Pairings: Established Rua x Rally. Referenced disregarded (canon) Jack x Carly, one-sided (canon) Mikage x Jack, one-sided (canon) Stephanie x Jack. Summary: A fragment of Earthbound God Uru burrowed itself into Rally Dawson after Rudger Goodwin switched places with him during his first Duel against Fudo Yusei. Now, the entity is stirring, threatening to consume Rally from within, unless Team 5D's acts quickly. "His condition is worsening," Schmidt diagnosed bleakly. Other than Satellite's steadfast doctor, Team 5D's, Martha, and a crush of frightened orphans in the woman's care clustered around the bedridden child. The matron pressed a newly wrung washcloth to feverish Rally Dawson's forehead. "Where are those clods?" Jack Atlas clenched his knuckles till they whitened, a complaint his mates knew he leveled against Nerve, Taka, and Blitz. "They should have been looking after him!" "I asked them to fetch some items," the physician informed. "And the mayor's sending a med team," Fudo Yusei added. "A lot of good it will do!" Crow Hogan griped, not that he didn't appreciate Jaeger's aid. "That mark is the problem." The source of Rally's pain needed no introduction. Glowing sinisterly on the boy, the symbol of Uru, de facto boss of the Earthbound Gods, polluted Rally's skin. Purple spider venom clawed a web up his arm, ever-expanding and constricting. How long before the Immortal's miasma choked him dead? Izayoi Aki assisted Martha in tightening the blankets. Ruka stared at her brother, whose fingers crimped the sheets. "Rally, hang in there!" Rua prayed. "Judging by the toxin's spread, it will reach Rally's heart before help arrives. Once it does, I'm afraid –" "Don't!" "Rua…" His twin wished she could console him. He was trying hard not to break. "How could this happen?" "It must have been then," Yusei made an educated guess, "during Rudger's and my battle, when he tagged Rally in, and Rally destroyed Uru to lose the Duel. It's the Earthbound God's final curse." Rex Goodwin had changed the game. The Earthbound Gods spurned another five-thousand-year hibernation cycle. "Is there anything we can do?" "We can suck out the poison!" Crow proposed. "That only works in movies," Aki remonstrated. The medical textbooks she'd been reading paid off. Schmidt confirmed her analysis. Rua wouldn't accept it. This was magic they were dealing with! The rules of science didn't exactly apply! Reacting to his unsinkable determination, the Crimson Dragon donated support. Rua's birthmark, proof of his hard-fought Signer status, pulsed like the heart it depicted. Everyone but Rua gasped. The Mayans and Aztecs practiced human sacrifice to placate their deities. To save the one he loved, he had to be ready to make the same offering. To rip out his beating heart. "R-Rua, you can't," Rally pleaded, voice deathly hoarse. "It'll kill you." "And if I do nothing, it'll kill you!" "W-why you gotta be like that? Mr. Hero all the time." Rally sounded almost…teasing? "He's right!" Jack interrupted, argumentative. "Why's it have to be you? Why not any of the rest of us?" Aki whispered the reason in his ear. "They're WHAT?" Were it not for the grim prognosis, Rua might find it priceless that "Three Lady Friends Jack" was last to the party. He took Rally's hand. Concentrated wickedness poured into his bloodstream. Black mist gradually replaced Rua's golden spheres. The thousand stings of fire ants, the famished young of Azcatl, ruptured from his spleen. So this is what being gobbled up by an Earthbound God feels like. He nightmarishly relived the death sentence Misty sanctioned upon Divine. Jail was too forgiving a fate for that homicidal lunatic. "I will be," Uru's baritone exited Rua's mouth, "reborn!" Like Rudger, he'd become a man with two gods. Sun and moon coincided. Weeping idols cried a river of tears leading back to the land of the not-yet-dead. "Rua! Snap out of it!" His sister's encouragement as his anchor, he focused on implementing Crow's long-shot plan. Isolated the evil threading Rally's subconscious and pulled, drawing the demon from its nesting chasm. Uru fired back, spewing darkness to the four corners of his mind. You couldn't oppose a totem spirit and hope to come away unsinged. Rua prevailed, though. He'd do to Uru what the Dark Signers did to Ancient Fairy Dragon. Lock the monster in a cursed prison. The prison of his soul. The light of the Crimson Dragon subsided, a shrinking bubble assimilating Uru's hatred. Rally sank down in his pillow, possession-free, Rua tumbling after him. "It-it stopped!" "Thank goodness!" Martha crossed herself. Reduced to the human equivalent of a PB&J sandwich, too exhausted to get up, Rally cocooned a similarly sleepy Rua between his arms. Ruka enlarged the embrace into a threefer from behind. Inside, the underground arachnid clicked its chittering mandibles. Rua drowned out the racket, listening devotedly to the thumping of Rally's cleansed heart.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-5D-s You're A Rose Chapter 1: You're A Rose I know it's not Valentine's Day, but I found this on my computer, and I couldn't let it sit here and rot. I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's. "Hey, move it!" I heard someone shout as they ran past me with a box filled with chocolate bags and cards. "I hate Valentine's Day," I mumbled as I walked slowly to my locker, dodging the many balloons that were being rushed to their recipients. It's not that I hate not having a boyfriend on Valentine's Day; it's the fact that all the girls are frantically giggling about all the balloons they received. I sighed as I arrived at my locker, with my two balloons sticking out of the crack at the top. "Aki-nee-chan!" I turned my head to the twins, Rua and Ruka, who were running down the hall towards me. I noticed Ruka holding numerous amounts of Valentines in her hand. "Hey, you two," I stated, turning my attention back to my locker. "Aki, here you go…" Ruka said, as she handed one of the Valentines in her hand. "Thanks, you guys, and thanks for the balloons." I smiled, knowing that at least two people at this school cared about me. They waved before continuing down the hall to their friends. I looked back at my combination as I turned the dial for my lock. As the door opened, I noticed a rose petal had fallen out of my locker. "Odd…" I whispered, as I opened the door completely. My locker looked the same as always: the hook holding my backpack, my locker shelf dividing my textbooks from my notebooks and folders and binders, and the top shelf with my folded-up pair of blue jeans and a picture of the gang. My eyes caught sight of something different. Lying on my jeans was a red rose. I gently grasped the stem to see a note hidden under the petals of the flower. A rose is all I see every time I see you, The tears you shed remind me of raindrops rolling down the soft petals of a rose; Every time I see you, your smile reminds me of simple beauty; often missing in everyday matters A rose, A rose, is all I see The touch of your hand is soft like a smooth rose petal Others may not see but you're a rose in my eyes, you see; I glanced at the poem and noticed the scribble of the writing was smudged slightly, indicating the writer would have to be left-handed. I smiled slightly as I placed my physics and history notebooks and textbooks into my bag. I grabbed my blue jeans out of my locker and headed towards the girls' bathroom. As I slowed to a stop outside the boys' garage, I was prepared for the usual routine. I walked in, saying, "Anybody home?" to get no response until I announced, "I have food," and then Yusei would answer by telling me where he was. Next, once I entered the room with food and set it down, he would ask me how school was, and I would answer, then ask him if he was hungry. The rest is pretty self-explanatory. I slid my helmet off my head before I got off my D-wheel to grab a box of pizza. I turned and walked into the repair shop the boys decided to open. "Anybody home?" I called through the building. I got no response, so I slowly walked down the ramp to where Yusei's D-Wheel sat. "I have food!" I called once more. "Upstairs!" I heard a male voice answer, as I walked to the staircase, to the apartment that resides above the shop. To my left was a computer, where a boy with raven-colored, crab-shaped hair with gold streaks on the crab legs sat. His left cheek was marked to show that he had a little trouble with the law, and his eyes were glued to the screen. I smiled gently as I set the pizza on the coffee table; this was the usual routine when you deal with Yusei Fudo. "How was school…" right on schedule. "Annoying," I summed up my day in one word, as I walked towards him to lean over the back of his chair. I noticed him writing a side note in his notebook, his left hand scrawling across the page quickly. I smirked, "You hungry?" "Starved," he finally admitted, as he stood up from his chair. I smiled as he walked over to where I had set the pizza. "Ruka and Rua said you were upset this morning." I handed him a slice of pizza before answering, "What's happening this weekend?" I was very blunt in my questioning. "Valentine's Day…" he answered, before biting into a piece of his pizza. "I thought you said that didn't bother you?" "Not having a boyfriend doesn't bother me; it's how everyone makes a big deal about it," I stated. I saw all the couples at Duel Academia, and it was just so… ugh! I couldn't explain it, so I just ripped a bite out of my pizza. I saw Yusei laughing at me gently, before setting his slice on top of the box. "There had to be something that happened today that you liked," his arm stretched over the back of the couch. I nodded, as I turned my face towards him. "I got a wonderful surprise…" I couldn't help but smile when I looked at my crab-headed friend. I placed my pizza down. Yusei seemed to smile back at me, "Oh, really? What was that?" Like he didn't know. I gently turned his face, so that his marked cheek was turned towards me. I gently laid my lips on his cheek. I shortly pulled away with a smile on my face, "A wonderful Valentine's gift…" I whispered to him, "From my best guy friend." I could see he was a little surprised by the gesture. He let a small smile come onto his lips, before turning to look at me. "Do you want to go for a drive, just you and me?" he asked. "How about after we eat?" I joked, as I indicated towards the box.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-Arc-V Hidden Darkness Chapter 1: Hidden Darkness This is a one-shot story that I wrote because I felt like it. Please enjoy! He could feel the darkness deep in his heart, begging to be free. It was trying to tear its way through, and he tried to fight it. He couldn't let it take him. He had promised her that he would never let it happen again. A tear trickled down his cheek from the emotional and physical pain. Yugo, Yuto, and Yuri had all been taken by the darkness. But Yuya kept on fighting, not just for her, but for his family and friends as well. However, he fought mostly for her. He would win this duel without the darkness. The duel that would end the inter-dimensional war. He would win without the darkness, and he would defeat Akaba Leo. On the opposite side of the field, Akaba Leo watched in amusement. "You cannot fight it, Sakaki Yuya. That darkness is inevitable. You will be taken by the darkness. You cannot avoid it." Those words echoed in Yuya's mind, and he felt his grip on himself loosening. "The darkness is inevitable. I can't avoid it," Yuya repeated. Leo's grin widened. "Yes, Sakaki Yuya, you will become a monster, the ultimate being of destruction." Leo let out an evil laugh, but this did not faze Yuya. Leo's newest words were ringing in his ears. "I-I don't want to become a monster. I don't want to destroy everything," Yuya said. Leo smirked. "Oh, but it's inevitable, Sakaki Yuya. You will become a monster, and when I destroy you, you will become my slave. I will rule all four of the dimensions." Yuya gritted his teeth as the pain was nearing unbearable. He didn't want to be a monster, and he definitely didn't want to become a slave. "Oh, are we still fighting, are we?" Leo asked with a curious grin on his face. "Don't bother. The darkness conquers all." Once again, the room was filled with Leo's evil laugh. Yuya staggered, and with the pain being so intense, he was forced to his knees, clutching his chest, his eyes closed shut. He wouldn't let the darkness take him like it had done so many times before. He had promised her. The darkness started to recoil back slightly as Yuya thought harder and harder of her. He watched as a younger version of themselves played together. He watched how carefree they were. Oh, how he wished those times would come back. He wasn't going to lose her again, not after what they had been through. He would take her home. He swore that he would bring her back. The darkness noticed his desire and started to come closer. This time, it was warmer, more gentle. It knew Yuya's desire and promised that it would help him return her home. Yuya couldn't deny the offer, but he wondered one thing: would she be safe, and what would happen to him? The darkness answered, swearing that it would protect Hiraji Yuzu. As for Yuya, his body would be destroyed, and he would no longer be a resident of the universe, erasing his existence from the face of the universe. All memories of Sakaki Yuya would be erased from existence. Yuya was prepared to make this sacrifice. Slowly, he got up. Akaba Leo suddenly noticed the change of emotions on the boy's face. Unlike before, it was not a face of pain and sadness. However, unlike having pure anger shown on his face, which Akaba Leo had predicted, the boy showed pure determination as a dark aura engulfed Yuya. A final tear trickled down Yuya's cheek, the last one that he would ever shed, as he gave himself to the darkness. "I'm sorry, Yuzu," he whispered, as Yuya disappeared along with Akaba Leo into the abyss. A young girl with pink hair and bright blue eyes was running after a little girl with red hair until she felt a strange chill down her spine. Suddenly, Yuzu felt a wave of sadness and a pang of a broken heart. Tears began falling down her face, though she didn't know why. The little girl with red hair looked around at Yuzu. "Hurry up, Yu-Yuzu-onii-chan, are you all right?" she asked, concerned. Yuzu quickly wiped away her tears. "Sorry, Ayu, I'm fine. Come on, let's hurry back to You-Show before this ice cream melts. I hate going on errands for those boys, especially Yuya." Ayu looked confused. "Yuzu-onii-chan, who is Yuya?" Yuzu looked at Ayu. "Who?" Ayu thought for a moment. "I can't remember. Let's just hurry, or that ice cream will melt." And the two dashed up to You-Show Duel School. Many years later, Yuzu had her own house and was living peacefully on the beaches of Australia. She lived alone, even though many boys had asked her out, she would always deny. She wasn't sure why, but she felt that she already loved someone, someone who was long gone. However, next to her bed, on her bedside table, was a small knitted tomato that she had knitted years ago and named Yuya, though she wasn't sure why it hurt her heart when she saw the tomato. She kept it, and she never let it leave her side, not even until the day she died, where she was cremated along with the tomato. She died never knowing that the tomato was the key to finding the one she loved. After she died, the darkness that had promised Yuya to keep Yuzu safe used the last of its power to turn her into a god, where she and Yuya reunited, together forever, watching the universe together, even though no one would ever remember them.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-Arc-V Only if you say it's a Date Chapter 1: Only if you say it's a Date It was the end of the school day when Yuto found Ruri leaving Heartland Academy. "Hey, so, Ruri," he started as he caught up to her. "Are you doing anything this weekend?" he asked, somewhat shyly. She cocked her head a little, confused. "No? Why are you asking?" she replied. "Oh, well, it's Valentine's Day, so I was wondering if someone had asked you out. That's all," he said, turning his head away from her. "Oh, right! I forgot about that," she said, laughing a little. "I forgot that was this weekend." "Oh, well, sorry for bringing it up," he mumbled. "Don't be," she said with a smile. "So, why are you asking? What, did someone ask you out?" His face reddened, and he shook his head. "No, no, I was just wondering." "Are you asking me, then?" she asked, coming to a stop. "Um, well, I mean, if you want to, that would be," he stuttered and then shook his head. "Um, yes, I am." "I was wondering about that," she smirked a little. "I'd love to, then." "You mean that?" A smile rose to his lips. "Of course, why would I lie?" she replied. "Right, right, well, that's good to hear," he said. Shun then seemed to appear out of nowhere behind the two. Yuto seemed to instantly back off, feeling like he was going to be yelled at for being too close to her. "Hey, Ruri, I thought you said you'd meet me at the main entrance," Shun said, sticking his head between the two of them. "Oh, right, I kind of forgot," she giggled. "Well, let's go home, then, since you found me." "Yeah, might as well," Shun said, turning the corner, and Ruri started walking with him. "See you tomorrow, then, Yuto," she called back, waving to him. He waved goodbye as well, a smile still on his lips, as he turned the other way and thought about their plans for tomorrow. It was the afternoon when Yuto knocked on Ruri's door the following day, feeling a little more anxious than usual. "Hello?" she opened the door, and her eyes fell upon the boy in front of her. Yuto stepped back and gave her a small wave. "Ah, hi, I'm here. I hope I'm not too early," he said. "Oh, no, not at all, just let me get my shoes on," she hurried away from the door, leaving it open just a crack so he could peek in. "So, is Shun here?" he called, as he glanced around nervously. "No, he said he had to run some errands," she replied. "Oh, that's good," Yuto mumbled without thinking. "What was that?" she asked. "Nothing, nothing," he quickly replied. "You're so weird about him," Ruri said. "Aren't you two friends? Or did something happen?" She stepped outside and closed the door behind her. "No, no, nothing like that. Just, it's nothing, I promise," he said. "If you say so," she sighed. "Okay, so what are we doing, then?" she asked happily, changing the subject. "Well, there was a nice restaurant that was doing something special, so I figured that would be fun," he said, sounding not too sure of himself. "Oh, um, also," he took out a rose that he had managed to hide behind his back. "I thought you'd like this." It was a light purple color, almost lavender. "Aw, that's so cute of you," she smiled, taking it from him gently. "Thank you." His face flushed red, and he turned away. "You're welcome, I thought you'd really like it," he said. She put the flower in her hair and took hold of his hand. "What a great start to our little date," she said with a laugh. Yuto froze for a moment, not really able to speak. "Problem?" she tugged on his arm to get him moving. He shook his head, getting out of his shocked state, and smiled. "Nope, just happy," he grinned and continued walking with her. Their lunch lasted about two hours. He didn't expect it to go on for that long, not that it was a bad thing, of course. It was awkward at first, mostly on Yuto's part, but slowly it started to feel more and more comfortable, almost casual. They walked around Heartland after that, mostly just talking and looking around, because, in reality, he didn't have any money to spare after lunch. Ruri held onto his arm, smiling brightly. "You know," she started, "I didn't really expect you to do this." "What do you mean?" he asked. "You know, the lunch and stuff, all for Valentine's Day," she replied. "Oh, well, um," he stuttered, not sure how to get the proper words out. "I just thought, you'd like to do this." "Going on a date, you mean?" she asked. "Well, if you want to call it that," he said, turning red. "Aren't you sweet," she laughed a little and kissed his cheek. "I guess that means we're a couple now." He looked down at her, surprised. "Wait, you mean that?" "Of course, going out together on a day like this isn't something you do with a friend. Well, unless it's a boyfriend," she teased. "Ah, yeah, right," he let out an awkward chuckle, obviously a little bashful. She shook her head and then grabbed his face. Before he could say anything, however, she had already kissed him. He was shocked for a moment, but then kissed her back and wrapped his arms tightly around her. "You're so cute," she said once again when they finally stopped. His face was still warm, and he just smiled fondly at her. "If you say so, but so are you," she hugged him.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-Arc-V Settling the Score Chapter 1: Settling the Score The current score between them was 5-4 in his favor. Serena, being every bit of a competitor, did not like it one bit. Rolling back her Academia uniform sleeves, she stared up at the sign for the Fuuma Duel School, determined to challenge the red ninja to another game. This time, for sure, she would win and even out the score. "Yosh," she said, slapping her cheeks to prepare herself. She began making her way through the winding stony path that led up to the school. Once the building came into view, she turned and went towards the right. Another path lay beyond that, leading to the Fuuma house where the two brothers resided. She found the younger brother, Tsukikage, outside watering plants. Although out of his usual uniform, his mask was still very much present. He seemed surprised to see her trudging up the pathway and he set his watering can down to come greet her. "Hello, Serena-san. What brings you here today?" Serena wasn't looking at him; instead, she kept her eyes trained on the plants he had just been watering. "I didn't think of you as a gardener," she said. Tsukikage shrugged and bent down to examine a flower bud. "A hobby of mine," he replied. "I take it that you're here to see Anija?" When she nodded, he straightened himself up and motioned for her to follow him into the house. "Anija's currently up at the school finishing his training for the day. He won't be long." "And you weren't part of that training today, ninja?" Serena asked. "I gave him the day off," Tsukikage replied. Serena rolled her eyes and sighed. Of course, he'd show up now. She turned around to see Hikage standing there in a relaxed pose. "Anija! Welcome back," Tsukikage said. It was hard to tell if he had smiled, but given the way his eyes crinkled up, he probably did. "Mm. So, to what do we owe this visit, Serena?" Hikage asked her. It was a formality; he knew why she was here. Pointing a finger at him, she said, "I challenge you to a game, ninja." "What kind?" he asked. Serena reached into her pocket and pulled out a deck of normal playing cards. He raised an eyebrow at this. In the past, she had always challenged him to a duel. "We'll be playing Bullshit," she said. Next to her, Tsukikage made an odd choking sound, and he excused himself to go back inside the house. Loud laughter echoed through the doorway he had disappeared through. Hikage, however, merely blinked at her use of foul language. "I have not heard of this game," he said. "Can we go inside? I'll explain there," she requested. He nodded and allowed her to go inside first. Tsukikage was nowhere to be found, but he had had enough sense to set out the guest slippers for her. After removing her shoes, she followed Hikage to the living room and sat down on the couch. He took a seat on the closest ottoman and waited for her to explain the rules. "It's a game about who's the better liar," she said, already shuffling the cards in her hand. "I will deal the cards, and then you will start from the Ace. I'll go next and place a two, and so on, until one of us has an empty hand." "That doesn't seem like much of a challenge, Serena," Hikage said. He really didn't understand how lying was involved in this game. Clearing her throat, she continued, "You can place any numbers down; it doesn't have to be the one. Like if it's my turn to set down a seven, but I don't have any? I can easily place down a Queen and call it a seven. However, since there's only two of us, you will catch on pretty quick. To call my bluff, you say 'Bullshit,' and I will have to reveal the card I placed down. Since it was a lie, I will have to take the entire discard pile to my hand. However, if it's the truth, you'll take the entire pile. Understand now?" She finally stopped shuffling the cards and tapped them against the table to straighten them out. "Yes," Hikage replied. "What are your terms?" "If I win, you take off your mask," Serena said. A nod was all she needed for his consent. "Then let's begin." Her eyes never left his as she dealt the cards out. Once she finished, they both picked up their respective piles and fanned them out. "Who goes first?" she asked. She blinked and pointed at him with her pinkie finger. "Understood," he said. He currently had three Aces in his hand, so he carefully selected two of them and set them on the table. "Two Aces." "One two," Serena replied. The game continued until it came to his turn again for Jacks, which he had none of. Keeping a poker face, he placed down his third Ace. "One Jack," he said. "Fine, I lost," Serena pouted. "Do your worst." He was quiet for a long moment, looking thoughtful. "Well?" she prompted. "Hmm. Do you really want to see my face so badly?" he asked. She nodded, and he looked away, almost shyly. "Well, the rules you set did say that the loser had to do anything the winner wanted." He stood up and moved closer to her. "Close your eyes." "Wh—" she started to say. "I promise I won't do anything," he said. "Just close them." Giving him a distrustful look, she sighed and closed her eyes as he had instructed. She heard the sound of rustling cloth, and then a warm feeling settled on her mouth. Gasping, she reeled back, covering her mouth. "Y-you!" she exclaimed. Hikage was already adjusting his mask back in place, and he chuckled. "Thank you for the game, Serena. I look forward to your next challenge."

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-Arc-V Switched Roles Chapter 1: Switched Roles "I don't believe you caught a cold," Yuya tried to hold his laughter as he placed a wet cloth on her forehead. "Usually, I'm the one to catch a cold!" Yuzu glared, giving a light punch. "… Are you alright?" Yuya dropped the jokes as Yuzu buried herself in layers of covers. "Your punch was pretty weak." "I'm fine," she shrugged. "Just need a bit of rest." "You were reckless," Yuya smiled, shaking his head. "Running in the middle of the storm because the clothes you put out to dry would fly away…" "I couldn't let the wind take them," she shrugged, closing her eyes briefly. "Geez… And you say I'm reckless," he chuckled, dipping another cloth and twisting to take the excess, gently wiping Yuzu's hot skin to cool it down. He took the cloth and dipped it in the water again, repeating the process and using the back of his hand to feel her skin, making sure it was cool enough. "There," he nodded, satisfied, as he put the piece of cloth back on the basin. He observed as his childhood friend slept peacefully and patted her head before he stood up and exited the room, making sure to turn the switch off and close the door without a sound. "Okay, let's make porridge!" he nodded, taking the white apron so he wouldn't stain his favorite shirt. He didn't cook a lot, as his mother made most of their meals, and because she was a better cook overall, but it didn't mean he couldn't do it if she wasn't around. He was a decent cook and could even bake cakes if he felt like it. While Yuya took the necessary ingredients, he chuckled, thinking how familiar and nostalgic it felt. He was always a reckless child and a target of bullies, so Gongenzaka and Yuzu always protected him. His mother used to take care of him when he caught a cold, but then, he didn't remember when, Yuzu took her place, fussing about him and saying how reckless he was. He could remember by heart how she took care of him, cooling his head, covering him with blankets, and patting his hair softly, lulling him to sleep. "And the porridge! Must not forget the porridge!" he hurried, as he wanted to make sure to finish the dish before she woke up. "Yuzu…," she heard someone calling her, gently shaking her shoulder. Yuzu yawned loudly and rubbed her eyes, staring at her friend's red eyes that sparkled bright as he grinned. "What's up?" she asked, sitting up. "Time to eat," he took the spoon and the plate, blowing on it slightly before feeding it to her. She chewed the food for a couple of seconds, enjoying the flavor that had so many things she liked. "It doesn't taste like father's cooking," she opened her mouth as Yuya gave her another spoon. "Did you cook it?" "Yep!" he cheerfully replied. "You're a great cook," she nodded in approval. "Better than me, at least." "Nah, you're pretty good yourself," he shook his head, placing the spoon on the plate as his grin widened. "… I think I am strong enough to feed myself," she pointed to the plate. "Let me feed you!" he asked in a childlike voice that made her chuckle. "You always did it when I got sick, so I want to give it a try too!" "Okay, fine," Yuzu smiled as he practically beamed in response. "Just be careful, okay?" "Alright!" he nodded as he started feeding her again. After they finished, he took the plate and spoon back to the kitchen, being sure to fill a glass of water and take the medicine, as well as a napkin, and ran back to Yuzu's room, where she waited. "Here, medicine… And a napkin to wipe your mouth," he placed the medicine on her hand, which she gladly took, gulping it down in one go. "Thanks," she said, giving the glass back to him. "You're welcome," he nodded. "Are you feeling better?" "Much better," Yuzu smiled. "At least the room stopped spinning." "Good," he placed the glass on the nightstand as he took the cloth on her head and placed it back on the basin with cool water, making her lay on the bed again as he placed the cooling material back on her forehead, brushing a few bangs so they wouldn't get in the way. "I can't believe it," she sighed, sounding exasperated and amused at the same time. "I am the one usually taking care of you, but look now, you're the one taking care of me." "Weird, right?" he laughed. "So? Am I doing a good job?" "Yes, I give you full marks," Yuzu chuckled. "… Say, when you wake up, do you want to drink tea or hot cocoa?" he asked softly. "Hum~ I think hot cocoa." "Okay, I will make sure to make some," he got up, but Yuzu held his hand, nudging him to sit again. "Thanks for taking care of me." "No need to thank me," he shook his head. "I'm only returning the favor, for every time you took care of me. Thank you, Yuzu." She nodded, opening a contented smile before she let go of his hand, burying herself in covers again as he stood there, watching over her sleeping face, a look of tenderness on his face. "I need to make hot cocoa," he finally exited the room, giving one last glance before he turned the light off and closed the room. It felt nice to take care of Yuzu, he hoped he could find more opportunities to do that.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-Arc-V The Movie Hop Chapter 1: The Movie Hop Kimi here! I finally got internet and story ideas at the same time, so I hope you enjoy some random LayraxAyu friendship! In retrospect, it wasn't the best idea any of them had ever had before. But when they discovered that Futoshi hadn't brought enough money to pay for tickets for both movies like everyone else, movie-hopping just seemed like the best option. Of course, they could have just gone home, but that would have meant having almost an entire night with nothing else to do besides duel each other for hours. Not that Layra would have really minded, since he hadn't had a real chance to duel Tatsuya yet, but Ayu was insistent on not going back home to have her parents hover over her more. Getting in was the easy part. None of them even worried about their "plan" while watching the first movie – Layra wasn't paying much attention to what was going on. He was waiting for it to finish so that they could go watch Big Hero 6; he knew everyone else was surprised he even wanted to see it, but what could he say? There was a team of superhero geniuses taking down an evil mastermind! Plus, something about Baymax reminded him of his bear. Almost three hours later, Layra would not have been able to tell you what had just happened in the movie; he couldn't even really remember what it was called. That was definitely something to discreetly figure out one time when Ayu wasn't watching him, or gripping his hand so they wouldn't lose him on the way out. It wasn't every day four children decided to go movie-hopping after all, and definitely not these four. Ayu, despite being outgoing and mostly spontaneous, almost never broke the rules. Tatsuya was just a goody two-shoes. Layra rarely left his house to begin with. And Futoshi? Futoshi was too loud, talking about his shivers enough to have Layra take a step back. So maybe, in hindsight, it wasn't too surprising that the employees took notice and started coming closer. And maybe, because they were already having guilty consciences from planning to sneak into the theater, it was understandable that Futoshi would panic and run off with Tatsuya, leaving Ayu and Layra to dash into the nearest theater. "Come, we'll rectify this situation." What situation? Was this some kind of action movie, where there is some kind of mercenary action, or an evil mastermind fixing some mistake in the lab or… No. No, no, no – they had to get out of this theater right now. Their young, innocent eyes should not have ever had to see this. Ayu, more out of shock than anything else, was completely frozen and staring at the screen. Layra didn't think Ayu was actually processing the – god, make it stop, now, anytime now – stripping, or the nudity, or the… Since Ayu's brain didn't seem to be working, Layra tugged on her hand, not even caring if they got caught anymore. He would gladly accept the humiliation of publicly being taken from the entire theater, as long as it meant that they didn't have to watch this… thing. Anything was better than that, anything at all, as long as it meant Layra didn't have to hear anymore of that movie! Where are you guys? Did you get caught? Are you in trouble? It was nice to know that Futoshi and Tatsuya had made it into their planned room without any problems. It was nice to know that they were sneaking texts in that theater and not getting caught. It wasn't so nice to be waiting outside in the cold because they were two elementary schoolers who had been caught sneaking out of '50 Shades of Grey'. Layra thought that it was better than being caught sneaking in, but it wasn't as if he was going to be saying something about it. No, it was better for both of them to go around the corner and be grateful the theater hadn't gotten their parents' numbers. "…Layra?" "…" The boy looked over at the girl, blinking over at her, knowing she'd interpret his silence as something like, 'Yes Ayu? Were you thinking how ridiculous all of this was too?' He was much more eloquent in his mind, even if he couldn't possibly say the words out loud. "Couldn't your brother have just gotten the movies for us to watch at your house?" Yep. Random friendship fic because I saw Big Hero 6 recently and my friends (the others who are on this account) went to see 50 Shades of Grey, and they had LOTS of fun. I think they had more fun breaking up someone's date night than actually enjoying the movie, but oh well! I hope you enjoyed! It seemed to Layra that none of them really had the willpower to refuse Ayu when she was demanding something. Futoshi said something about sneaking around giving him "shivers!", while Tatsuya didn't try at all. No, Tatsuya managed to get hold of Ayu's hand, tugging her, and Layra was pulled on her other side to the ticket stands. Getting in was the easy part. None of them even worried about their "plan" while watching the first movie – Layra wasn't paying much attention to what was going on. He was waiting for it to finish so that they could go watch Big Hero 6; he knew everyone else was surprised he even wanted to see it, but what could he say? There was a team of superhero geniuses taking down an evil mastermind!

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-Arc-V Yoko's Secret Chapter 1: Yoko's Secret Hello, lovely readers. I have returned with yet another random one-shot! This time, in the form of a cherished memory of both Yoko's and Yusho's. A memory that was implanted in their minds, but still one they hold very dear to their hearts. Enjoy! "Yoko, are you okay?" Yusho asked his wife as they walked through the front door of their home. The woman didn't answer. Instead, she trekked toward the couch, as if she had never heard him. "Yoko?" he frowned. "Huh?" she turned and looked at him after a few moments. "Are you okay?" he repeated. "Huh? Yeah. I'm fine," she blinked. "You don't really seem fine to me," Yusho placed his right hand on his hip. "Your mind's been somewhere else all day. It's not like you to zone out. You didn't even pay attention to my duel today." "Yes, I did! You won!" she defended herself. "Yes, but what happened during the match?" he raised a skeptical eyebrow. "You...you...ran around the field and...you...rode around on your monster...and there was cheering...and...um...you won..." "Uh-huh. By how much?" the man crossed his arms over his chest. "By...enough?" she winced. Yusho laughed before walking toward her. "So, are you going to tell me what the problem is now?" "I don't have a problem," Yoko shook her head. "But something's bothering you," Yusho pulled his wife close to him. "Nothing's bothering me, though," she wrapped her arms around his neck. "No?" "No." "But there is something on your mind," Yusho spoke as he began to slow dance with his wife. A large smile emerged on the woman's face as she gazed into her husband's eyes. "There might be." The duelist rested his forehead against hers. "And it's been on your mind all day?" "I can't stop thinking about it," she answered. "So, it must be pretty important, then?" "I'd say so." "Is it a secret?" "Only for the moment." "Can you tell me what it is?" Yoko lifted her head with a coy smirk on her lips. "You'll just have to make me, Mr. Sakaki." "Make you, huh? Let's see," he stopped their slow dance before crashing his lips into hers. "You call that a kiss?" she asked when they pulled apart. Yusho remained unfazed as he shook his head and went in for round two. He started at the base of her jawline and planted a slew of kisses on her skin until he made it to her lips, where he continued to make out with her for a few minutes. Yoko eventually pushed him away, a look of dismay flashing across his features. She smirked as she stood on her toes and leaned against him. "You're gonna have to do even better than that," she whispered into his ear. Yusho pouted for a moment before smiling at her. The man took off his gloves, locked eyes with her, and gently tilted her chin upward with the tip of his middle finger. He brushed her lips with his thumb, and a blissful sigh escaped her. Yusho wiggled his eyebrows, causing Yoko to giggle, before he cupped her face in his hands and leaned forward. He started by brushing their lips together in order to tease her, which caused her to hungrily initiate the first kiss. He grinned as he pulled away, causing her to pout; however, her smile returned as the man continued to gaze into her eyes. She waited with anticipation as he slowly leaned toward her and brushed their lips again. After that, he suddenly moved to kiss her forehead, then her left cheek, her right cheek, her chin – anywhere but where she wanted. The woman couldn't take it anymore; she was done with his teasing. Without hesitation, she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into her. He fought against her, wanting to keep control; however, it didn't take long for him to relinquish everything to her as she began making out with him again. She moaned into his mouth as he attempted to pull her even closer. She loved this man with all her heart. Well...maybe only half of it now… "I'm pregnant," she panted when they broke apart. "I know my kisses were intimate, but that's not how it works, honey," Yusho chuckled. Yoko dropped her arms to her sides while giving her husband an incredulous stare. "Are you serious right now?" "…Yes?" he blinked. "Yusho," she cupped his face and looked him dead in the eye, "I'm pregnant." "Oh," realization hit him. "Oh. Oh!" Yoko smiled as she let her hands slide down to rest on his chest. "You're...you're really?" "Uh-huh." "You're...we're...we're gonna...you're gonna...?" "Yes." "Yoko!" Yusho picked her up and spun her around one time before putting her down and kissing her again. "Why were you keeping it a secret from me?" "I figured it would be fun. And I was right," she gave him a playful wink. "You're a mean woman," Yusho pouted. "But you married me, so you must not mind all that much," she tapped him on the nose with her index finger, causing the man to smile. "We're gonna be parents," he whispered. "Mhm." Yusho placed one of his hands over Yoko's stomach and grinned. "I love you," he spoke. "I love you, too. That must be how I wound up with a tiny person inside me." "Must be," he wrapped his arms around her. "I can't wait, Yusho," Yoko sighed as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Neither can I, my love. Neither can I."

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-VRAINS A Good Morning to You Chapter 1: A Good Morning to You Yusaku lay flat, his face pushed into the pillow in exhaustion. He knew the monsters during the duels didn't deliver real damage, thankfully, but nonetheless, it seemed like his brain processed the information as being under strain anyway. Luckily, the shower was warm and available for his use anytime. Yusaku listened carefully as he waited for Kogami to finish up his own shower. The guy had been kind enough to offer Yusaku the charity of relaxation first. Yusaku hadn't realized he had been dozing until he felt the brisk air of the AC spilling out of the opened bathroom door. He groaned and pulled his arms and legs closer to his heated skin in an attempt to ward off the chill. "Don't give me that. It's because of you that the mirrors are always in such bad condition," Yusaku smiled and turned his head as he watched Kogami rub behind his ears with a towel. "It's too cold when I get out if the air is on," Yusaku shifted to make space for another body on the small bed. Kogami made a noise of acceptance and flung his towel onto the back of a chair before making his way over to sit next to Yusaku's prone body. "You just have no tolerance for the cold anymore," Kogami rested his hand on Yusaku's shoulder. Yusaku closed his eyes and turned his face back into the pillow. "It's not my fault..." He couldn't see Kogami's face, but he felt his hand as he rubbed the cooling flesh in apology and comfort. Kogami was quiet and truly saddened. He knew how such things could affect Yusaku at any given moment. He himself was not immune to the frustrating bouts of symptomatic behavior. He had once upon a time tried to make life better for all the people his father had taken. He had made a heroic effort to break into the labs and comfort those who he could find, but his efforts had all been in vain. The rescue had been found out and called off before anyone could be saved, and in punishment, now he too remained stuck inside cold, white walls as a subject. He looked down at the teen he had tried to protect. Yusaku looked worn and drowsy. Kogami shifted his legs until they were up on the bed and leaned back to lay next to the resting boy. Green eyes, weary with understanding, stared into Kogami's own. "You went quiet again. What are you thinking about this time?" Yusaku's voice was gentle; he too had moments in which the thoughts in his head dragged him inside. Kogami smiled and brought his curled finger to pull away a stray hair that had wandered into Yusaku's vision. "Clearly, how lucky I was to meet such a wonderful person," Kogami's grin was bright and met with Yusaku's hand. "Shut up," Yusaku hurried to turn over in an effort to hide his own smile. "You're so embarrassing. I'm done with you, go back to your own bed." The action was met with Kogami's own laughter. He felt the boy behind him shift to accommodate his own body. A warmth pressed against his own back to make up for the cool that had come over the room. Kogami brought his hand to trail along Yusaku's arm, fingers met and intertwined. Kogami pressed his lips to the pale neck presented before him. A shiver worked over Yusaku's body at the warmth. Fingers momentarily tightened around Kogami's own in both reassurance and reflex. Kogami's head leaned against Yusaku's neck in an effort to comfort both of them. "Yusaku, I'm sorry. You know that, right?" There was a quiet and stillness as the words fell over the two. "I'm so happy I got to meet you, but it cost us everything." Kogami's voice paused to swallow over the dryness that had settled. "Cost you so much loneliness and pain." Yusaku closed his eyes in an effort to block out the words whispered into his very skin. He sighed as he felt both of their heartbeats from their touching wrists. "Ryoken," the name filled with longing, cherished like gold. "I can't say anything about things being different, but it doesn't really matter now. We can't change anything that happens." Yusaku wiggled around until he faced Kogami. He pulled Kogami's face to meet with his. "We can't change a thing, but we can make what we have matter." Yusaku rubbed along the curve of Kogami's eyes that he loved so much. "Don't be so heartbroken for me, we will find a way... one day." "One day," Kogami repeated and pulled Yusaku's now warm body close. Their breath gently weaved together as the two tired teens curled into each other and held something precious close. Yusaku awoke to pleasurable heat, soft skin, and tangled legs. His throat groaned as he tried to shift out of the puzzle he and Kogami had made, a groggy and puzzled grunt matching his own. His movement slowly paused and relaxed as Yusaku's brain caught up with the situation. Both pairs of hands wandered across close expanses of skin as the two slowly woke up in each other's arms. Yusaku laughed as Kogami dragged his fingers along a firm hip. In return, Yusaku tugged a lock of fluffy white hair and curled the strands around his fingers. Nails gently dragged along as Yusaku's fingers carded through Kogami's hair, Kogami's hand kneading along firm muscles in response. Blue eyes met green as gentle smiles and lips met in the middle. Both surprisingly soft and compassionate of the other. "Good morning." "Morning? Maybe, but it is good."

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-VRAINS Zero Radius Chapter 1: Zero Radius There are certain things I cannot turn a blind eye to. Also, the fact that I can block people here helps. "Make sure that you're comfortable. Otherwise, this is going to be even more of a pain for you than it already is." Cross-legged is not what Windy would have personally chosen if he were asked to sit up on a pedestal for a couple of days straight, but he is not going to argue with him. There is something off about Bowman's body language when Echo kneels down to attach the first cord. Can't have that. "Have something on your mind?" There is a wince and an intake of breath as a cord is put in place. "I'm fine." Windy tilts his head slightly, one hand dropped to his side. "Ah, really now... You're an awful liar, you know that, right?" Of course, he is. It's not like he was given a chance, generally. Windy thinks he could be good at it if given the chance to brush up, but with how far things are along, it doesn't seem like there would be. "There isn't any point talking about it." Silence. "What, would you prefer I talk?" There is no response for a while. Echo is able to recheck the fifth and install the sixth, shifting on the platform such that Windy cannot view the entirety of Bowman's face before he speaks again, just as Windy was ready to say something. "You know what's going to happen when we defeat them." There's a hiccup, a slight shudder in Echo as the seventh cord is placed. Windy laughs slightly at that and pats the arm he's on, almost questioningly. Maybe there's something wrong with Echo's coding. He could have sworn he'd gotten everything worked out just as it was before. You look pathetic. Windy shakes his head. "Oh, that. I'm not scared." There's a slight shift in Bowman's breathing, but Windy can't quite be sure what his expression is, from this angle. "Besides, what am I gonna do?" Windy laughs, high and shrill. "No, no, I don't mind dying... Or, 'becoming one with you', or whatever you want to call it." "Those are two different concepts." "They're really not. If I'm someone else, I'm not me, right? So becoming you, or part of you, or whatever... that's the same thing. It's death. Plain and simple." Bowman opens his mouth to say something, Windy can tell from the slight intake of breath, but whatever thought was about to be expressed is cut off as Echo places another cord. "Ah, sorry about that." It's noncommittal, Echo's left hand holding steady at the sudden movement. "Oi, by the way, don't move too fast after I get the rest of these placed. If you tug any of these loose, I don't want to be the one who has to tell Lightning you managed to gut yourself." The tone is teasing, but it's enough for Bowman to freeze in place as Echo kneels to attach the last of the cords on the right-hand side. From this angle, Windy can actually see Bowman's face. "You're not going to die." It's tinged with something Windy can't quite place. Windy tilts his head back slightly, eyes focused on Bowman. Man, what is that? Distress, maybe? Not quite the pain kind, primarily, though there's a bit of that. Windy knows how that looks on people. Bowman drops his head slightly, and the accompanying shift in his body is enough for Echo to need to change positions with one of the last cords so it isn't misaligned or tangled with the rest. "You'll be with me. Even if I can't talk to you or Lightning the way I do now, you'll be there with me." Bowman's tone is painfully even. "I'll remember you as you were, and I'll mourn you, of course. Because you, the 'you' you are now... you're someone that should be remembered. The Dark Ignis and the rest of them are too." Bowman's right hand drifts over to his own chest, stopping at where Lightning's mark is on the fabric. "I'll be able to know you better... And you'll be able to understand my feelings too. Because you'll be a part of me. Forever." The room is pristine. Windy hadn't really taken note of it before. Bowman hasn't looked at him yet. His hand is still over his chest. "That's how I'm supposed to work," Bowman says, and there's a warmth in his voice, tinged with a slight unsteadiness that wasn't present before, as he finally looks at him again. What is he supposed to say? "Oh." He needs to say something. "Well. That's." Horrifying. "Sweet. That's very sweet," Windy says, and he knows the tone he chose is over-saccharine and the speed he chose far too quick, just as he knows that from this angle, Bowman definitely saw his face. Probably caught it as soon as he froze up, at that. There's another too-long pause, and Windy feels like crawling out of his own skin. Judging from the expression he catches, the feeling is mutual. Bowman closes his eyes for a brief moment. "I'm sorry for bringing it up." Windy laughs again, something sharp and acidic in his chest. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, don't harp on it. I was the one who was bored, right?" There's no response from Bowman, his expression settled back into vague distress, but with the bonus of looking apologetic. Minutes go by without any further interruption. "Cool cape." "Thanks."

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-ZEXAL A Bitter Aftertaste Chapter 1: A Bitter Aftertaste If there is one thing Vector hates, it is coffee. The bitter, black, searing liquid in his mouth is by far one of the most unpleasant tastes he has ever experienced. He ponders who would ever drink this nauseating drink, and then he stumbles upon what is known as a "cafe." Then he recalls that he has heard that word before—ah yes! It was Durbe, the one who is never seen without a cup of coffee! So he claims it refreshes his day; Vector merely calls it "liquid garbage." One day, he peeks into the nearby cafe, for curiosity's sake. It is nothing fancy, just a bunch of people sitting in posh chairs, reading their uninteresting books and drinking—what else?—coffee. Vector feels repulsed, not having a single intention of stepping inside the shop. There was a blur of purple that stopped him from walking away. Purple hair, tied up in a high ponytail, but the little blue bit on the front was quite appealing, if not incredibly fitting for a huge dork. Or a loser. Vector weighed both of those impressions quite carefully, yet never chose one. However, it was his carefully hidden expression that got Vector intrigued. What was he feeling in that moment? Not that he didn't seem emotionless, but rather he could hide his feelings quite well. Vector was very much interested, indeed. "Kamishiro Ryoga," Durbe said. Vector shifted a little, changing his seating position—a nervous tic. "Who?" Durbe pushed his glasses up, setting down his coffee. "That purple-haired man in the coffee shop... His name is Kamishiro Ryoga." The orange-haired man scowled. Typical of the bespectacled man to jump in like this—how rude! "Yeah... What about him?" Durbe said nothing, merely taking another sip of coffee. Of course, there was a slight, amused smile there, but it was hidden by the security of the cup's large frame. Vector huffed at this. "Whatever, I'm out of here." He stormed out, but Durbe wasn't left alone for long. Soon after Vector's departure, Mizael walked in, sitting down in a nearby chair. He carefully looked his comrade over before speaking. "Vector was here, then?" He nodded silently, folding his hands on his lap and leaning back comfortably. It was a pleasant afternoon spent with Mizael, and yet his mind was still plagued with the thoughts of his missing comrade. "Say, Nasch, do you want some coffee?" Durbe asked. "Do you want some more coffee, sir?" a server asked. Vector would normally cringe at that question; the server was the target he came here for in the first place. That purple-haired man, known as "Kamishiro Ryoga." Today's expression was a small scowl, which he wore so skillfully. Most likely due to his rather unplanned late shift. Vector thought of it as "cute." "No," he smirked slightly, eyebrows raised in a rather suggestive manner. "But I'd like to see more of you." That earned him an even bigger scowl, but the red tinge on his face was worth it. "So, I heard you're not from around here," Vector said, throwing one leg over the other in an attempt to show off just a bit. Not impressive to the other, who Vector affectionately named "Coffeeshark." Ryoga sighed, placing the freshly brewed cup of coffee in front of the boisterous man. These visits had become daily occurrences, and while he wasn't thrilled by the constant chatter from Vector, he supposed it was better than not having anyone to talk to. "I'm from Japan." It was nothing more than a mumble, but it was satisfying to hear him speak. "Oh?" Vector sipped the coffee—it was vile and bitter beyond belief, but he managed to finish the sip without cringing. "That's quite the distance, is it not?" Not that Vector knew better; the human world was still quite the mystery to his sinister mind. There was a moment of silence before Ryoga spoke again. "Yes..." He smiled, and it was not filled with happiness. It was a bittersweet smile, only a hint of longing on his lips. "This is quite far from home, isn't it?" Vector couldn't find the words to form a proper response. It was a quiet afternoon as he sipped the bitter beverage. He couldn't seem to bring himself to care that he may have partially burned his tongue. The visits continued on, but alas, all good things must come to an end. "He's gone?" Vector exclaimed. The female coworker nodded, looking a bit downcast. "He said he needed to go back home immediately... Mentioned something about a person he needed to see." Vector growled, but pushed further. "Did he give a name?" She tapped her chin, mouthing a few words before completely gathering her thoughts. "It was a foreign-sounding name... I do believe he said 'Nasch.' Does that sound familiar to you?" He slammed his fists onto the table, the tupperware scattering about. "That can't be—" He hissed, and Vector stormed out of the cafe. He had to return to the Barian World—it was too soon, but he had to see if it was true—was that guy still alive? The bitter aftertaste of the coffee had grown tenfold as he ran back to headquarters. He swore to never even taste the acrid beverage again. Whether the bitter aftertaste was from the coffee or from Vector's anger was beyond a mystery.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-ZEXAL A Friend's Company Chapter 1 Please do feel free to tell me what mistakes I made in this. I want to improve upon my writing, even though this indeed is small, it still can be used to further my writing. I hope you guys like this. Inside Yuma's house, Yuma lay in his bed, sleeping the night away until something woke him up, something that sounded like a gasp. He got up in a sluggish manner. As white light flickered from outside, followed by the sounds of thunder, the teen soon spotted Astral curled up, shaking in a ball against the wall. That's odd, Yuma thought to himself with a puzzled look on his face. Out of the short time the two spent together, Yuma had never seen Astral do this. Usually, the alien was calm, collected, and reserved, but now, he looked like a scared cat, alone, out in the ice-cold rain. "Astral?" the teen called out in a soft tone as he walked towards his trembling comrade. "Hey, what's wrong?" As Yuma knelt down to Astral's level, the entity looked at the human for a split second before a flash of lightning flashed off and thunder roared, sending Astral back to the state he was in. "You're not afraid of the lightning, are you?" The being shook his head. His posture loosened up a tad, and he answered. "No... I mean, I... I'm not sure." "Not sure?" Astral sighed. "The noise, the lights, it all seems familiar, yet I cannot remember why." Clash! Another light and noise went off. Just as the entity shook more, Yuma walked over towards his bed. "Yuma?" Astral called out in almost a panic-like state and was about to say more, but the human interrupted him. "Relax, Astral, I'm not going anywhere," Yuma told him as he picked up a blanket, walked back to the frightened being, and sat down right next to him. After Yuma placed the cloth on himself, he said, "You know, we better make ourselves comfortable. It looks like this storm will last all night," giving off his typical, yet cheerful smile. The being closed his eyes, and a small grin appeared on his face. "Thank you, Yuma." "Hey, don't mention it, buddy." After that, Yuma stayed up for a while before he eventually fell asleep. Despite not needing to sleep, Astral sat where he was. Though he still felt a little shaken by the weather, he didn't feel the need to go back into a ball. The fact that his friend was near was all that he needed. Chapter 2 Also, this is another Yuma/Astral fic, and it involves a friend's company, though it reverses the roles, so now Astral helps Yuma. I guess there's not much to complain about. Thanks to all who favorited this. It's nice to know that one-shot, despite being short, was liked by you guys. Now that's said and done, let's get to the story. Astral floated back against the wall as he thought of things to do. Having plenty of time to think after Yuma got sick... well, that's what humans call it. That's how Yuma phrased it. Just then, the spirit heard some odd noises erupt. He peered over to see Yuma, to his knowledge, letting out a few coughs and some sneezes before groaning and going back to what he assumed was sleep. Astral sighed. Ever since his dueling partner had gotten sick and been forbidden to leave his bed unless it was time to expel energy, it had been boring and worrisome. Worrisome for Yuma's strength might deteriorate more, and boring because he had nothing to do. Normally, he found ways to keep himself entertained through the nights when the young duelist was asleep, but that got tiresome. With all the free time, the spirit had done everything and anything he could think of that wouldn't make him look stupid and run the risk of humiliation, despite only Yuma being able to see him. The wait was testing his mental endurance well, but he felt as if he was close to reaching his max. He once heard that singing was a great way to pass the time. However, he had never sung before, nor did he want to wake up his ill friend, who needed the rest, or so Astral had been told. It looked like he would have to do it quietly, so as not to disturb Yuma. He tried to remember if he had learned any songs. Soon, one came to him. Astral started to sing, only just enough that it sounded like mumbling. He believed the song he picked was called "We'll Be There." A beautiful-sounding song about friendship. It surprised him at how good he sounded. All of a sudden, a shuffling sound popped up. He ceased. The spirit looked to see Yuma moving around from under the blankets. "Yuma?" Astral called, questioning whether his friend had been awake the entire time. The human opened his eyelids a bit, looking at the spirit with dull eyes, as he spoke in a hoarse voice. "I'm fine... Astral. Just tired." He paused to cough a tad. "Astral. Just tried." "Did I wake you?" "No... I couldn't get to sleep, but your singing was helping..." After Astral waited until his friend finished his coughing fit. "Do you wish for me to keep singing?" "Yeah... if you don't mind." A smile appeared on the entity's face. "Very well, then." He continued from where he left off. After a bit, he heard Yuma's voice again. "Thanks, Astral. Night." He ceased, glanced over to see Yuma closing his eyes, and said "Night, Yuma" before going back.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-ZEXAL Chapter 1: A Want The TV flashed as the character jumped off a building and slashed at a zombie, killing it on the spot. Yuma punched the air, the controller almost slipping from his hands. "Yeah, that's right, you can't handle this! I'm the best! The hero, the magnificent—" He was quickly re-engulfed into the game as 15 more zombies showed up and threatened his character. Astral looked away from the screen and at Yuma. His thoughts were not focused on the zombies, but rather on something else. Something Yuma would never be able to explain, like he had with the games, letting him know that zombies were indeed not real. This something that held his attention was very much real. He sat silent and still for a while, then stretched out his hand to touch the boy's back, but stopped. He remembered when Yuma had gotten fed up with him and punched him, but went right through him. "It didn't work then, it won't work now," he thought, folding his arms over his knees and looking at the floor. He flashed through his new memories with Yuma and his friends: Kotori, Cat, Tetsuo, Shark, Yuma—all of them could touch. High-fives, punches, hugs—the good and the bad, this physical touch worked with them. "Why not me?" he thought. He looked up again; Yuma got a game over and was back at the beginning. He flashed a look back at Yuma, but tried to stay focused on the game. However, before long, he found himself looking at him again, thinking. He reached out again, this time following through. Maybe last time he didn't want the touch. He didn't want the punch or the pain. But now was different; he wanted it, just to see. He reached out, and his hand slipped through the seemingly unaware boy. He brought it back and tried again, and a third time. Nothing. Aggravated, he floated up and around in front of Yuma. Yuma looked up at him for a moment, then back at the TV. "Astral, you're in the way." He floated closer; maybe it wasn't a single effort. Maybe they both had to want it. "Yuma, want me," he commanded. He now had Yuma's full attention. "Eh?" Yuma cried out in shock. Astral said nothing but moved closer, his hand moving out slowly. "A-Astral, what are you doing?" Yuma asked, leaning back. Astral went closer, and Yuma just backed up more until a wall stopped him. "Astral, you're acting weird, what are you doing?" Yuma asked. Astral looked at the key, lingering above him. Not sure if he wanted to try again. Yuma, shocked at his outburst, spoke up after a little bit. "Astral, what are you—" "Yuma," Astral said, looking up at him now. "I want to try." "Try what?" Yuma asked, almost yelling back at him in confusion. "What are you doing?" "I want to touch you," Astral said plainly. "EH? What the hell are you talking about?" Yuma said, his mind taking a trip to not-so-pure thoughts. "No... he can't... he doesn't know what that is. Or does he? I mean, he watches a lot of TV, so maybe he saw it... but no, he can't. He's got no... That means I would have to—oh my god, I can't do that. How did he even think of this?" Yuma thought, trying to back up more, but to no avail, as his thoughts went in circles. "Yuma, I want to know what it's like to feel," Astral continued. "I want to feel the warmth that you feel when Akari holds your hand, and the closeness you feel when you shake hands with Shark after a duel." He said, his fingers twitching slightly into a loose fist. "I want to know what it's like." "You want..." Yuma stumbled over the words as his brain realized what was really going on. Astral didn't mean sex, not even close; he just wants to feel human. Yuma nodded, sitting up straight, looking at Astral with a new passion in his eyes. "Alright," he said, determined. "Go for it." "Ah! Really?" Astral responded, somewhat surprised. "It's not fair to not know what a hug is," Yuma said, wondering what it would be like to not be able to touch anything or anyone. "I want you to feel!" He patted his chest a few times. "Go on, touch me!" Astral's eyes relaxed, and he smiled slightly. He looked at his hand and relaxed his fingers. He looked back at Yuma, ready. He reached out to his friend... They stayed like that for a while, neither one looking away or down at Astral's hand, which had gone right through Yuma's chest. Neither one wanted to see what they already knew. It was a while before either one spoke. "Astral..." Yuma started, slouching. Astral pulled his hand back and looked at it; he could see through it and to the floor. He had felt nothing, no warmth, no chills. Nothing. A somber expression filled his face. "Astral..." Astral put his hand in a fist and floated back, so he was no longer over his friend, and sat. "Thank you, Yuma." "A-eh?" "Thank you for believing in me," Astral said. Yuma looked down to the floor, looking for something to say. He would offer a hug, a handshake, a pat on the back—anything—but he couldn't offer that. He was just left with his words, which he knew was the worst gift he could give to Astral. "I don't... Astral, I wish I could—" Astral just nodded and slowly faded into dust as he withdrew himself into the key. Yuma sat there now alone, clutching the key in his hand. "Astral..."

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-ZEXAL Chapter 1: Boyfriend This is my first story, and I apologize if it's a bit short. "Ryou!" Yuma ran down the street, desperately trying to catch up with his friend. "What?" Ryoga turned around irritably to see his friend running behind him - a little too quickly. "Hey, slow down -" Ryoga was knocked to the ground when Yuma collided with him, landing on top of him, to be exact. "Owww, sorry Ryou..." Yuma said as he lifted his head and saw Ryoga's face contorted in pain. "Ryou! I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked as he got up, lifting Ryoga with him. "I hit my head... don't run after it rains," Ryoga said as he rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry..." Yuma looked down, feeling bad that he had hurt his friend. "It's fine," Ryoga said, as he pulled his friend closer to him, and they started walking home. Astral appeared beside Yuma; Ryoga couldn't see him, but for some unknown reason, he was able to sense his presence. "Hey, Astral," they both said in unison. "Yuma, why are you so quiet? Usually, your jaw is moving," he asked, instantly angering the said boy. "Shut up, Astral!" He snapped. Ryoga pinched Yuma's arm. "Be nice," he said sarcastically. "Whatever..." "Yuma," Ryoga playfully put his arm around Yuma's waist. A blush crept its way onto Yuma's face. He gently pushed Ryoga away. "Sorry Ryoga, I'm just having a bad day." "What happened?" "Well, I failed my math test -" "Anything new?" Ryoga asked, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Shut up! You two are no different from each other," Yuma said, as he pushed Ryoga's arm away as it tried to wrap around him again. "Aah...!" Ryoga fell to his knees, holding his head. "Ryoga!" Yuma knelt in front of Ryoga. "What happened?" He asked, as he pulled him against his chest. "Hmm," Ryoga thought, as he leaned his head on Yuma's shoulder. "In words that you would understand... I think you broke my head..." "Did not!" "You did something," Ryoga said, his eyes closed. "You live alone, don't you?" "Yeah..." "You should stay at my house, in case you're seriously hurt," Yuma said, his expression concerned. "Alright," Ryoga agreed. As they continued walking, they heard a voice behind them. "Hey, what's this?" It was Ryoga's old friends, whom he used to hang out with until he lost a duel with Yuma. Ever since, they had treated him like crap. "The all-mighty Shark, leaning on his new boyfriend," they laughed. Yuma stood up, desperately hiding the blush, as Ryoga did the same. "He is not my boyfriend..." Ryoga said, his face turning red. "Sure," they laughed again and walked away. "Sorry, Yuma..." Ryoga said, as they continued walking, now keeping his distance from Yuma. Yuma was a little hurt that Ryoga had chosen to stay away from him. Ryoga moved closer to Yuma and put his hand on his shoulder. "Yuma, what's a boyfriend?" Astral asked, but Yuma ignored him. "This is my house," Yuma said, as he gently tugged on Ryoga. They walked into the house, and Ryoga immediately sat down in the corner and closed his eyes. "Ryou..." Yuma knelt in front of Ryoga yet again. "You can't sleep right here," he said, as he felt Ryoga's head for any injuries. Ryoga yelped as he felt Yuma put pressure on a part of his head. "You have a huge bump on your head," Yuma said, his brow furrowed with concern. "Yuma, is there somewhere I can sleep?" Ryoga asked, his eyes still closed. "Yeah, come on," Yuma said, as he let Ryoga take his arm, and he stood up, taking him to his room. "Can you climb right now?" "Yeah, I can climb," Ryoga said, as he climbed up to Yuma's attic room, Yuma following behind. Yuma slipped Ryoga's coat off and pushed him into his hammock. Ryoga wiggled as Yuma put the thin blanket over him. "Thanks, Yuma..." Yuma watched Ryoga sleep for almost four hours. He had always loved Ryoga; his face was so serene and mature. And he turned out to be a great friend after their duel. "You seem to be in a trance, Yuma," Astral said, breaking the silence. "Can you keep a secret, Astral?" Yuma asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Who would I tell?" Astral replied, his tone nonchalant. "Oh, right..." Yuma scratched his head. "I, uh, I really like Ryoga..." "Is it the like-like that you taught me about?" Astral asked, his curiosity piqued. "Yeah..." Yuma got up and crawled down the ladder. "I'm hungry..." The creaking noises of the old ladder woke Ryoga. He sat up, his head painfully throbbing. He looked to his left and saw a picture of two people, a man and a woman. He gently took the framed photo and looked at it. 'His parents...' He didn't hear the wood of the ladder creaking as Yuma came back up to the room. The picture was taken from his hands and put back on the desk from where he got it. Ryoga looked up to see Yuma, who seemed to have an upset look on his face. He got out of the hammock and picked up his coat. "I'm going to leave, Yuma; I think I've overstayed my welcome..." "No, I want you here!" Yuma cried, gasping when he realized what he said. "Really...?" Ryoga asked, his eyes locked on Yuma's. Yuma nodded, as he pulled Ryoga back to the bed. He gently pushed him down into the hammock. "I... Yuma... I... don't think I... oh..." Ryoga gasped slightly, as Yuma got into the hammock with him. He laid down, facing Ryoga's shocked gaze. He wrapped his arms around Ryoga's chest, pushing them flush against each other. "What are you doing, Yuma?" Ryoga asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love you, Ryoga... if you don't love me too... can we still be friends?" Yuma asked, tears of fear running down his cheeks, as he nuzzled Ryoga's neck. Yuma gasped, as Ryoga pulled him closer. He pulled away to look at Ryoga, who was smiling. "I love you too," Ryoga said, before closing the space between them. owari

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-ZEXAL Broken Down *Chapter 1: Broken Down* There is a voice in Rei's head, a voice that is himself, yet not himself. One voice speaks, while the other tries to block it out. Which one is the actual him? Even Rei doubts who he really is at times. Is he himself, or is it the voice in his head, the one that takes over his mind at sudden times? Luckily for him, Yuma never seems to notice. But what about that other person who is always near Yuma? Someone else is near Yuma-kun? He doesn't know who, only the other voice does. "It is Astral," the voice speaks to him, trying to remind him, remind him that he needs to get rid of this "Astral." "No, I want to help Yuma-kun! Won't that hurt him?" Rei pleads with the voice, as he sits down, cowering and holding his head, trying to rid himself of hearing it. The voice takes over his mind, and this happens at times when Rei pays attention to it, when he isn't with Yuma. But even when he is with Yuma, it takes over. How can he get rid of it? Walking to school, Rei is now normal again, and yet, he doesn't seem to remember that the voice took him over. "Yuma-kun! Good morning!" He smiles, as usual. Yuma rushes over waving, "Shingetsu! Come on, we'll be late!" "Right!" They both get to school on time, surprisingly. Yuma's circle of friends is there, all talking to each other like usual. Meanwhile, Rei just observes, thinking of nothing. Until the voice appears, reminding him to "keep an eye on anyone around Yuma Tsukumo." Making sure he keeps doing his job, which Rei has no idea what it is. Is it to get rid of Astral, or just watch Yuma? He snaps out of it, though, as soon as Yuma's voice is heard. "Shingetsu? You okay? You've been acting kinda strange." Yuma's concerned voice makes Rei look at him, tilting his head in confusion. "I'm fine, it's nothing." "No, it's not 'nothing.' Maybe you need to go to the nurse's office? I'll take you!" "N-no, Yuma-kun, you don't have to do that for me!" Chuckling is heard from Tetsuo as he chimes in, "Yuma's just looking for a reason to skip class." "Whaaat? Yuma, come on, you shouldn't-" Kotori tries to be the voice of reason, as Yuma ignores her and grabs Rei's hand, rushing him off to the infirmary. "And he's gone." Walking at a swift pace through the halls to avoid a commotion, Yuma makes friendly conversation. "You really should say something when you don't feel well! I can tell, ya know." Rei looks at him, a tad worried. He doesn't even know if there is something wrong with him. Is that voice in his head there only because he's sick? "I'm... maybe I am sick." "See? You shoulda said that! Come on, I get worried." The orange-haired boy doesn't want Yuma to be worried, but then there goes the voice, saying he shouldn't care if Yuma worries. He needs to get rid of him, no, Astral. Walking inside the infirmary, the nurse isn't there. "Huh? That's odd. I wonder if she had to go somewhere?" At that very instant, as Yuma looks away, Rei runs off. The voice in his head told him to, to go somewhere else. Where though? Finally reaching his destination, it is revealed to be the gymnasium. Walking inside, a TV is on, but no one is present. "Gilag... Alit..." He softly says, looking around. Neither is there; he assumes they went off training. Rei is now back, the voice is gone. This time, he remembers saying those names, although he barely knows who they are, despite meeting them before. He 'met' Alit before, with Yuma. "Alit...? Gilag...? What about them? I don't know them... where am I?" He yells, seeing if Yuma is around to hear his voice. Yuma can't find him, and Rei has no explanation as to why he left so suddenly. He could always lie and say he got lost while searching for the nurse, which would work since Yuma clearly thinks Rei is clumsy enough. Am I really that useless, or is the voice making me that way? Walking out of the gymnasium, he makes his way back to Yuma, ready to explain why he left. Days later, it is the Sports Tournament, what he recommended they do. Gilag is there, the one he mentioned before, the person he didn't know. This man is Gilag, he suspiciously thinks, while looking at him. Keeping a close eye on this 'Gilag', he tries looking for any indication as to why he would say his name. Or rather, why the voice in his head said it. Later in the day, as Gilag tells Kotori and Cathy to meet him, Rei follows. No one notices as he watches from outside the door. "For the sake of the Barian World!" Gilag smugly says, using his Barian powers on both Kotori and Cathy. Barian World... why do I think I... know that? The name "Barian" is vaguely familiar, as things slowly start to come into his head; he observes more and more as the days go on. What he can gather; he knows the Barian World, Gilag, Alit, and two others he has trouble naming. Why does he know? More time passes, and as more experiences accumulate, Rei finally knows what is happening. I was sent from the Astral World... to defend Yuma-kun and Astral! Someone made me forget, and that voice... it's... The voice that messed with Rei's memories, took him over, and confused him... The voice is Durbe.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-ZEXAL Chuunibyou demo duel ga shitai Chapter 1: Chuunibyou demo duel ga shitai They turned off all the lights in Yuuma's attic, pulled the curtains over the windows, and now all that illuminated the room was Yuuma's barely functioning flashlight, which they had covered with a red scarf to produce a red glow. Yuuma himself was downstairs in his bedroom with the Barians and the Arclights. Thomas hastily fixed the fake tattoo on his eye and tried not to laugh as Ryouga rubbed his eye for the seventh time that day. "Don't laugh, it's because I'm a Barian!" Ryouga hissed and finally got his red contact lens in the right position. They picked up their handmade duel disks, which were already slightly broken from all the jumping and running they had done, and got ready. "Duel!" Thomas exclaimed. "This is the abyss of chaos that humans will never reach!" Ryouga shouted, and he coughed because it was hard to breathe when you're not used to wearing a skintight bodysuit that covered your mouth and nose. "Everyone, go! Barian Chaos Draw!" From downstairs, they heard the other Barians shouting "Draw!" and randomly drawing a card from their decks. However, the timing was off. Suddenly, Ryouga's expression went blank. "...Yeah?" Thomas raised an eyebrow. There was silence, and then they heard how some of the Barians just used Barian's Force or didn't Rank-Up at all. Vector shouted, "Nasch, your magic wasn't enough! You're lame!" and Yuuma, who hit him and challenged him to a duel, was stopped by Chris, who said it wasn't the time. "When is it the time?" Yuuma asked. Astral sighed, "When most of your comrades have fallen, you will awaken." Yuuma remained quiet after that. Ryouga muttered, "My anger isn't enough yet," and ended his turn. Thomas pointedly turned around, facing the wall, as Ryouga swapped the top card of his deck with Rank Up Magic - The Seventh One. "Have you stopped making such a shameful face, Ryouga?!" Thomas now shouted, and Ryouga said, "I'm Nasch!" which Thomas took as a reason to turn back around. One of Thomas' dolls fell over, and he quickly fixed it back up. "Even your monsters don't believe in you, IV!" Ryouga shouted, and he laughed in a way he thought sounded evil and condescending, or "like a giant loser" if you asked Rio. He tried not to lose his cape again, which had happened a lot that day; the blue cape in the dramatic flashbacks was a lot easier to wear than the red one he had now. Thomas drew, scowled, said something about how he couldn't reach Ryouga yet, and ended his turn. "But now!" Ryouga shouted. "BARIAN CHAOS DRAW!" This time, everyone got it done, but Haruto telling Kaito to come home so they could prepare the moon stage for his showdown with Mizael - "It's not a stage!" Kaito protested - ruined the mood anyway. There was a break, during which Kotori came up to hand each of them a drink since they had been shouting so much all day. Ryouga got water, since that was the only thing you could drink through a bodysuit without leaving stains. "Is there no one who can keep their delusions in check here?" Kotori sighed and saw Rio, who was looking for eyedrops she could use for her scene with Tetsuo. "Oh, Rio-san! You're still playing with them?" "Ryouga would probably think I joined the Astral World's side or something and proceed to have an internal crisis. And since we have finals in a month... I might as well play along and get it over with." They heard Ryouga shouting as he tripped over his cape again, and they laughed. "Show yourself, Chaos Numbers 101! Guardian of..." Ryouga scowled and pulled out a piece of paper. "Guardian of unappeased souls, become the dark knight and crush the light! Silent Honor's Dark Knight!" He reacted too late when Rio threw a black plush teddy bear at him, so it hit him, and he scowled, setting the teddy bear in front of him and giving it a proud look. Thomas fixed his tattoo again. Finally, all the duels were over. Everyone was 'alive' again, Haruto didn't have to dress up as 'Tron' anymore, Rio didn't have to pretend to be Merag anymore (mostly, anyway), and their siblings' weird Chuunibyou-induced cosplay adventure had come to an end. More or less, anyway, since the others had just stopped the cosplay part of it. Michael sighed as he watched Thomas and Chris go on about their hard fights and how it was great they were alive again. "I thought only middle schoolers have Chuunibyou." "Some don't grow out of it," Gilag, who still wondered why everyone had to steal his and Alit's cool Big Dipper-based nickname idea, said, and he smiled dreamily at his autograph from Chouno Sanagi. Haruto grinned. "You were only in it for Sanagi-chan and Alit, weren't you?" "Yeah. Are the others serious about this?" "I'm pretty sure my brother still thinks he's an alien." Rio took out her red contact lens and chuckled. Haruto held up a wooden sword that was painted dark blue. "I think nii-san is still convinced that he was chosen by some kind of dragon god, too. I don't really know the story details, that's why I chained Yuuma that one time back in the WDC." "So they don't set the ground on fire with all the candles for the magma field?" Kotori chuckled. "Yeah." Ryouga suddenly ripped the door open, wearing a red contact lens. "There's a new threat to Astral World! Come, Gilag, Merag!" "...oh god, not again."

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-ZEXAL Day of Perfect Harmony Chapter 1: Day of Perfect Harmony Well, everyone, Happy Valentine's Day! Most people said YumaxKotori for the pairing of my V-Day fic, so I decided to go with something a few reviewers have requested before. It's another future fic, taking place before my other future fics. I hope you guys enjoy this, as I'm no expert in what this fic is about. Regardless, enjoy, my faithful viewers! Standing in front of a mirror, Yuma, recently turned 20, adjusted the bow tie on his tuxedo. The reflection in the mirror showed Yuma with a confident smile, the Emperor's Key dangling from his neck as always. "Yuma, I cannot understand you at all," Tetsuo, his best man, who was also in the room, said to him. "You're getting married in 10 minutes, yet you don't look nervous at all. Are you on some kind of drug?" Yuma chuckled. "I've got nothing to be afraid of, Tetsuo," he said. "Ever since she said yes to my proposal, I knew that everything was going to go smoothly. Besides, I learned all I needed to do during Nee-chan's wedding." "Last I checked, the groom doesn't pick up the bride and dash across the seats at high speeds like a freaking madman," Tetsuo said, making both men laugh at the memory. Even at his own wedding, Spade could be a nutcase. The ten minutes went by quicker than he thought, as the bridal march began playing on the organ. Hearing the shuffling of people looking back, Yuma looked down the aisle, his smile not faltering. Walking down the aisle was Kotori, a veiled tiara similar to her ZEXAL tiara on her head, but her tears of happiness streaked down her face. The elegant white dress she was wearing skimmed over the rug, brushing aside the rose petals that had been scattered. A bouquet of multicolored flowers was in her hands, though she didn't appear to notice that she was close to crushing the stems. The escort, however, tipped Yuma off as very strange. While he was a male who appeared to be the same age as him, dressed in a white tuxedo with a white tie, the tuxedo had a hood that shadowed the man's eyes. Many people in the crowd found the hooded escort strange as well, but Kotori didn't appear uncomfortable with him. Yuma saw the bridesmaids having big smiles; Cat-chan, Ariel, and Sachi were wiping tears from their eyes, and Sei was trying (and failing) to hold hers back. Tokunosuke and Takashi had begun to shed a few tears as well, but Tetsuo and Shark merely smiled. Looking back to Kotori and the unknown escort, his and Kotori's eyes made contact. One glance was enough to fill them both with raw emotion, yet Yuma somehow never shed a single tear. Kotori and the escort made it to the altar, Kotori settling herself at the altar. While turning to leave, the escort gave a small smile and pulled on the left side of his hood. Yuma and Kotori didn't see his eyes, but they did see blue, indigo, and violet hair, making them both recognize him. *So, he came back just for this moment. I guess he couldn't resist,* Yuma thought, as the escort walked back down the aisle and out the main doors, confusing a few people in the audience as to why he didn't stick around. Holding them out, Kotori placed her right hand on top of the card images. "Like Kibou Ou Hope, I will continue to protect you from any danger directed toward you. When times get tough, I will be there to keep you on your feet. Like Suki Joou Love, I will support you throughout your endeavors. I will never turn my back on you or the family I hope we have in the future. And like the two of them together, I will stand by you just as you have stood by me. I will never do anything to hurt you and upset you. In sickness, health, or hardship, good or bad times, I will love you, as long as we live." Yuma finished with a wink. "Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," the priest said. Yuma lifted Kotori's veil before the two finally kissed, Kotori hugging Yuma tightly with her free arm while he had both his arms around her. The crowd cheered loudly for them, applause, whistles, and a cat call ringing out from the audience, the latter of which was followed by a slap and an "OW!" from Spade. Some cameras were also flashing in the crowd. Yuma and Kotori, however, barely registered the goings-on around them. Their thoughts were on each other, and the future they would share, as Mr. and Mrs. Yuma Tsukumo. Nothing that happened during the Number hunt made Yuma as happy as he was now, and he knew Kotori felt the same way. They felt the red "39" and blue "13" appearing on their hands, and they felt Astral and Mia smiling at them, wherever they were. It was a day of perfect harmony. "Exactly what I had hoped to see," a voice outside the hall said. It was the mysterious escort. "Enjoy the harmony you have created, Yuma-sama, Kotori-sama." With that, he exited the church and rounded the wall, vanishing. As I said, I am no expert in weddings, as this is the first one I've ever written. Regardless, I think I did pretty well with it. I'm most proud of the vows I wrote for Yuma. As for the escort, his identity will come at a different time. All in all, if you guys liked this story, leave a review for me! Ja ne for now, and Happy Valentine's Day! Computer Voice: Vile, logging out.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-ZEXAL Durbe gets some bread. Chapter 1: Chapter 1 Durbe was walking along in the human world, and he found that he liked the coffee shops. He wondered what else this world held, what other types of shops were there. He stopped at a shop he hadn't been to yet, and this one seemed different from the rest, as it had various pastries. He walked inside and looked around the store, and a clerk greeted him. People wore strange clothes when working, as this girl was dressed as a giant donut. "Hello, what type of store is this?" he asked, looking around and seeing more fluffy treats around the place. The girl just stared at him, since she thought it was strange that he didn't know what pastries were. "Pastry store... we sell different types of pastries. What are you, foreign?" the clerk asked. Durbe just shook his head. Well, maybe he was foreign, if Barian's could even be considered foreign. "What's that one in the case?" he pointed to a piece that was plain, not like all the others in the store. This one was probably the runt of the pastry shop or something. "That's some bread... you don't want it, it's just plain." But Durbe did want the bread. Durbe took the bread! Durbe reached over the counter and gripped the bread in his arms, and then he took off running. The clerk shouted after him, "Hey, you have to pay for that!" but was shut up by a rock flying through the window, and a faint yell of "It has been paid in full!" could be heard. Durbe stopped as soon as he was far enough away, looked at the bread he had stolen, and smirked in triumph. "Now I shall try this 'some bread.'" He bit into the bread; he called it some bread because the human had referred to it as such. It was delicious. He trotted down the street, deciding to save some for his best friend, Mizael. Durbe gets some bread. Chapter 2: Chapter 2 After Durbe went away from Rio, he stopped in the middle of the city. He didn't know where to go next; he had forgotten where Mizael had asked him to meet. They had planned this out, and he was still carrying the bread. He would make sure the bread got to Mizael. That was when Durbe heard a voice in the distance calling out to him. He turned around, but nobody was there. Suddenly, he felt himself being squeezed tightly, and he lifted his head up. "Mizael, what's the meaning of this surprise gesture?" he asked, seeing his fellow friend smiling. "You got it, didn't you?" Durbe nodded, but he wasn't sure he wanted to share it anymore. He had grown quite attached to this bread and felt like it was his child. "Mizael, what would you say if I said I wanted to raise this bread with you?" his friend was obviously confused now, wondering what was happening. "Durbe... you can't be serious. It's something designed for eating, not..." Mizael was ceased by Durbe shaking his head and gripping Mizael's arm. "No, I have grown attached to this bread. You don't understand, Mizael... I think it's my son." The blonde was now very, very confused. How could Durbe have a 'son' if he had never taken part in any mating rituals with any human or Barian? "Durbe... are you saying you had sexual relations?" Durbe got a confused look from his friend. "What?! No!" Oh, yes, he figured... thank goodness... not that. Wait? Then how was this bread his son? "You didn't... for better words... have relations with... Rio, did you?" Mizael's blue eyes were peering into Durbe's, and he wasn't sure what was about to happen next. Suddenly, Mizael crashed his lips into Durbe's, completely forgetting about the bread as it was flung onto the floor. Forget the bread, forget it. "Durbe... forget the bread... will you?" Mizael's eyes were filled with passion, and his words came off drippy and filled with passion, just like their kiss. "I love you, Mizael. I love you," Durbe repeated, forcing each kiss upon his best friend. Not that there was much force; Mizael was willfully allowing himself to be kissed. Durbe smiled up at his blonde friend. "You brought this on yourself!" Mizael murmured out, burying his face into the crook of Durbe's neck, and his best friend continued to smile, brushing his hands over Durbe's hair. "I didn't think you'd ever... return such feelings. I always thought you just... thought of me as a subordinate. I never once thought that you'd return my affections... I always thought you'd choose Merag?" It was hushed now, with no one saying a word after such statements. Durbe just ran his hands through his friend's blonde locks and kissed his forehead. "Funny you say that, Mizael. I encountered her on my expedition to get some bread. She called me... cute, I believe," Durbe said, smiling as Mizael's expression changed to a shade of jealousy. "Hm... you know, your expression is rather... cute when you're jealous, you know?" "Quiet, can't we just enjoy some bread?" Mizael had to change the subject, as he wasn't sure how to respond to any of Durbe's warm compliments. He saw his friend just smile and kiss him one last time. "You ruined the bread; it's on the floor. I'd much rather have you," Mizael said, laughing as he tugged the back of the blue-eyed male's hair. "Durbe..." was all that could be mustered out. Durbe just smirked and continued to passionately kiss his best friend in front of all the humans watching.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-ZEXAL Future Choices Chapter 1: Future Choices Title: Future Choices Characters: Mizael, Vector Chapters: 1-1 || Words: 828 Genre: Humor || Rated: G Challenge: 2014 Advent Calendar Challenge, day #15; Diversity Writing Challenge, YGO Zexal, section B11, write a fic between 750-850 words Summary: It's customary to get a fortune on New Year's Day. Mizael's fortune and Vector's oddly match. In a way. What are we doing again? Vector grumbled as the group headed toward somewhere. He didn't know where, and he didn't really care, but he had nothing better to do with his time, and at least bothering the others was enjoyable. To a shrine, Nasch told him, in a tone that said he'd told them this many times and did not look forward to saying it again. Vector considered asking again, but their 'leader' kept on talking. It's a traditional kind of thing to do for New Year's, which is now. Yes, yes, I saw all the advertisements about the holiday season. Vector made a face. So what are we going to do there? It was Merag who answered this time. We can make wishes for the New Year or buy new charms if we need any. She held up something in her hand. I'm going to get rid of this one. I got it the last time I was there, and it's all used up. Vector sniffed but said nothing else. Ridiculous human customs. But he was supposedly human now, or as much as he would be, and there wasn't anything else to do. You can also get fortunes there, Nasch added. Mostly that's a kid's thing, though. Little kids. As if Vector would bother to point out that by human standards, the only one who looked close to being old enough to vote was Gilag. Still, the idea of a fortune intrigued him a little. If nothing else, it would be good for a few giggles, and he could always use one of those. The shrine was pretty enough, but what really got Vector's attention was the vending machine where one picked up their fortune. He had somewhat formed the mental image of some wrinkled old priest or priestess writing the fortunes out on long strips of paper. He did not expect a machine with one of the city's O-bots sitting there waiting to accept money. Well, this was the only really interesting thing here, he decided, and he had plenty of money. No one asked where Vector got his money, either. He would've told them if they did. Not that they would've wanted to know how. But he would've told them. He fed the bot a small coin and took the strip of paper offered in return, and the small charm that apparently came with it. At most, he expected something vague and mysterious from the fortune, nothing that would remotely affect his actual life. And what he got was... Great blessing, one's wish, romantic relationship, engagement? Vector stared down at it, hardly believing what he was actually reading. Was this thing saying what he thought it did? Really? If you don't mind? Mizael glowered at him from behind, and Vector shifted aside, more interested in staring at his fortune in disbelief for now. That lasted up until Mizael read his out loud. Small curse, romantic relationship? Vector had never heard the blond sound so completely annoyed, until a heartbeat later when he glared at the O-bot running the stand. I want another one! This can't be my future! One to a customer, sir, the O-bot whistled and beeped. Next, please. Vector fell into place beside Mizael as the other stalked off, muttering words under his breath that Vector would've liked to hear more of, if only so he could provide more satisfying options. So, you have bad luck in your future, and I have good in mine. Vector, I am not in the mood for you, Mizael bit the words off. It only made Vector more amused to hear it. So, what if your bad relationship is me? Vector offered. He'd never considered Mizael before, and wasn't certain if he was now, but why pass up the opportunity to prod at the proud dragon duelist? Mizael stopped and stared at him, the most delicious look of horror on his features. What? Well, why not? Vector shrugged, getting into the spirit of it. Can you think of anyone better? I'll give you a list later, Mizael started to turn away, only to pull up shortly as Merag stood there, a disapproving look directed toward Vector. Merag? Her frown vanished as she looked at him. It's traditional to leave bad fortunes either on the wall over there, she gestured to where several fortunes hung on hooks from a metal wall not that far off, or to tie it to a pine tree. That way the bad luck doesn't follow you around. Mizael started right over to the nearest pine tree. Vector rolled his eyes. Did you have to interrupt my fun? Really, Merag and Nasch were so alike. Always getting in the way when he wanted to enjoy himself. I wasn't going to hurt him! And he wouldn't. Broken toys were no fun at all. Merag just gave him another look. Vector held his head up high and strolled away, wondering what else this new year might bring. The End Note: Going to a shrine and the other activities are indeed things done in Japan for New Year's. Though their fortunes aren't provided by O-bot... as far as I know.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-ZEXAL Hope's Master: Chapter One "Astral! Astral!" a mysterious voice called out to Astral as he flew around his newly found home. Astral turned to see the figure of a man whom he recognized. "F-Father, is that you?" Astral turned to see a man who looked and sounded very much like him. He recognized him from his new memories. "Astral, I heard you returned from your journey! Have you collected the numbers cards?" his father asked. "Of course, Father," Astral replied, seeming rather glad to tell his father that he had collected them. He went on for hours about how he found a new friend named Yuma Tsukumo. He identified the feeling he felt when telling his father about his accomplishments as pride. "Well, then, how about we duel with the numbers you collected for me? I assume now that you're here, you have your old deck," his father suggested. Astral held out his hand, and above it, he manifested 55 cards, which he easily recognized as his deck. "Yes, I would love that. Duel! I go first; draw! I summon Gogogo Golem in attack mode! I use the effect of the Kagetokage I have in my hand. He will be special summoned right next to Gogogo Golem. Next, I activate the spell, Transcendent Xyz. While I possess two monsters of the same level, I can special summon a monster of the same level from my hand. Now, I will overlay my three level 4 monsters. Xyz summon! Arise, Ruler of Astral! I use his effect. By detaching one Xyz material from him, I can special summon an Xyz monster from my opponent's extra deck, but if he has none, I destroy my monster. Now, I summon Number 39: Aspiring Emperor Hope from your extra deck! Now, using my monster's effect, the monster I detached will become Hope's Xyz material. Turn end." Astral's two Xyz monsters astounded his father, as Astral had never revealed this trump card of his before to his father. "What? First, you focus on summoning so many of them to throw them away?" Astral was confused, but he knew that if his father did this, he must be planning something amazing. "I summon Negative Number 39, Dark Hope!" The monster was a jet-black replica of Hope, with "?" attack and defense. "He can only be summoned by banishing all other Hope monsters I have in my control, however, he gains attack equal to the combined ranks of those monsters times 200!" "But t-that's… 6800 attack! Your monster will wipe me out in one attack!" Astral exclaimed. "I know! And since I possess a negative Number monster, when I win, I not only absorb your numbers, but your soul, too!" His father had an evil smile spread across his face and had a look in his eyes that could never match what Astral remembered his father's eyes to look like. "Father, what happened?" Astral asked, confused. "One day, I discovered the negative numbers cards! They each came to me with every number you obtained. When you acquired Number 17, I received Number -17. I had Number -39 from the start, while all along, all you had were positive Numbers! Hope is my ace monster, and I lent him to you to give me more negative numbers. Astral, I always despised you. Since birth, you showed great power, with the name after the world in which we live. People thought you were the chosen one to save the Astral world, when indeed I was all along! How many times had Hope and his other forms saved you? How many times did MY monster protect you?! I am the one meant to save the world! I was the one meant to be called the chosen one! Dark Hope, attack him directly!" "Kattobingu da, ore!" a familiar voice could be heard by Astral. To his right, he could see a red ghost that looked and sounded like Yuma. "Astral, my Emperor's Key was going crazy! I grabbed it, and now here I am. I guess we should stay in contact with each other until the end." A wide grin spread across Yuma's cheeks. "So, is this Dark Hope?" "Yes, and I do not know how to counter its attack," Astral replied, seeming more confused than Yuma for once. "Astral, you're losing your touch. Activate the trap in your hand," Yuma suggested. "Right!" Astral turned his attention to his father. "I activate my trap, Shining Draw! When your Xyz monster would attack me directly and reduce my life points to zero, I can draw a card, and if it is a trap, I can use it without setting it!" Astral and Yuma each reached for their deck and grabbed the top card. "Shining," they both said together, "Draw!" "There it is! The card I made to support my Number monster!" Yuma was glad to see that he and Astral could still work together to perform a Shining Draw. "I will call off my attack, then," Astral's father said. "Turn end." "My turn, draw! Now, go Future Hope! Attack his Dark Hope! I use Future Hope's effect. He takes control of your…" Suddenly, all the monsters on the field disappeared. "Sorry, Astral. I must go. However, I would have won anyway. You see, Number -39 has another effect. When a monster would attack it, I can detach an Xyz material from it to take control of that monster, and end the battle phase. Oh well. Prepare a better combo before we meet again," his father said, before disappearing. "Yuma," Astral said, "this fight will be harder than we expected."

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-ZEXAL In the Life to Come Chapter 1: In the Life to Come The sky was a marvelous blue in the human world, unlike the violent, perpetually stormy red sky in the Barian World. Durbe watched as the scattered, fluffy white clouds drifted lazily by. These were cumulus clouds, he recalled. "They look weightless," he said, "but they can weigh up to a billion kilograms." He glanced behind him, where his fellow Barian lord stood with his arms crossed, gazing at him concernedly. "It's fascinating, isn't it?" Durbe continued, turning back to the city. "How they can just stay up there? The water is less dense than the air." "Durbe," Misael said, his voice gentle. Durbe closed his eyes at the touch on his shoulder. "It was true, then, all of it." "It seems so," Misael replied. "Alit and Gilag are gone," Durbe said, a tinge of sadness in his voice. "They accepted it and moved on," Misael explained. Misael's hand left Durbe's shoulder as he sat next to Durbe on the edge of the roof. The last time they had been here, neither was willing to accept the truth: that they had been humans in a life before, and that their lives had ended in tragedy and regret, leading to their rebirth as Barian creatures in another world, one they didn't truly understand. It was impossible to deny now. Their existence hinged on one of two choices: letting go of their regrets and being freed from this life, or continuing to hold on to their pasts and being trapped in this world, in a constant fear of everything they had fought for crumbling around them. "We can't do this alone," Durbe whispered. "Without Alit and Gilag, we can't save our world." Misael knew it was true. Alit and Gilag had chosen the first path, whittling their numbers down to five lords. Vector was erratic and unpredictable. Nasch and Merag were too tied to the human world, to their lives as human twins, and to Yuma and Astral. He wondered if they would be capable of letting go of that. No, he and Durbe were beyond help now. "Misael," Durbe said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes?" Misael replied. "Where will our spirits go next? Is there even a place for them to go?" Durbe looked at Misael, his normally calm and contemplative eyes filled with a peculiar sense of hopelessness and despair. He was scared of living on as a Barian, knowing that his fate could be devastating as he watched the only world he had known for so long fall to pieces around him. That was understandable; Misael was too. "I don't know the answer to that, Durbe," Misael admitted. "Do you want there to be?" Durbe asked. Misael looked away from Durbe's eyes, his gaze sweeping across Durbe's body. For such a calculating leader, his human body looked so frail, so young. It was almost hard to believe that this small human was once a legendary knight. But his spirit was the strongest one Misael had ever encountered. "Part of me doesn't," Misael said, his voice low. "Part of me wants to let go of this and stop existing. Then nothing will hurt anymore. The pain of being betrayed, the pain of losing people I care about, the uncertainty, the helplessness I feel as I watch control of my destiny slipping out of my hands." His hand clenched as Durbe hesitantly placed his own on top of it. "But part of you wants there to be something more," Durbe said softly, his voice comforting. Misael had always admired that attribute of his closest friend. He turned his hand and gripped Durbe's. "I want a life where I can live in peace, but one where I don't forget my past lives. Because, despite everything, I'm glad I had them." Durbe stared at Misael's hand, running his thumb over Misael's knuckles. "I feel the same," he said quietly. He licked his lips. "Misael, can I tell you something?" "Anything," Misael replied. Drawing a deep breath, Durbe closed his eyes. "I didn't have you in my last life, but I don't want a next life unless you're in it." He kept his eyes closed, not daring to open them, hoping against hope that Misael didn't dismiss his feelings as silly or unlikely. He didn't expect the gentle hand on his face, and he let out a soft sigh as Misael brushed away a tear that he hadn't realized he had shed. "Me neither," Misael whispered. "Let's go together." Durbe opened his eyes to Misael's rare, soft smile. "What?" Durbe asked, his voice filled with incredulity and disbelief. "Let's go together," Misael repeated, standing and pulling Durbe with him. "The two of us." Durbe's face was a mask of incredulity and disbelief. "Misael, no matter what's facing us, if we go together, we'll be at peace," Misael said, his voice filled with conviction. Durbe reached up with a shaking hand and touched the golden ornament dangling from Misael's hair. It seemed ages ago that he had given it to him. Another lifetime ago, he thought, amused, before pressing his body to Misael's. Misael drew him closer and wrapped his arms around Durbe's shoulders. Durbe ran his hands up Misael's back, tangling his fingers through the long blond hair in the process, and gripped his shoulders tightly. He smiled and nestled his head against Misael's neck. "I'm ready, then." Misael gently kissed Durbe's forehead and rested his chin on the top of his head. "No regrets, right?" he asked. "No regrets," Durbe replied. "I'm ready to go." They held each other, even as their bodies began to dematerialize for the last time. "See you soon, Misael," Durbe whispered. "Of course, my friend," Misael replied.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-ZEXAL Kurage and Kaninja Night of Love Chapter 1: Kurage and Kaninja Night of Love Kaninja was in his Sempai's room. It was dark and eerie. He turned to see his ally on his bed, asleep with no shirt on. Kaninja's face flustered to a red amber. "Stupid Sempai-San..." he tumbled upon a bunch of books and stayed quiet, hearing the jellyfish duelist slowly waking up and going back to sleep. He sighed softly and looked at the books he had tumbled on. They were just books of yaoi art and smutty literature. He slid some underneath his bed and climbed onto the bed silently. He pulled out a can of cream and earplugs. He smirked softly and put the earplugs in the jellyfish duelist's ears. And carefully applied cream to both of his hands. He used the tip of his hand to tickle the duelist's nose. The jellyfish duelist groaned and tried to smack the hair that tickled his nose instead, resulting in smearing cream over his face. Kaninja laughed at the duelist's face. "Kakaka!~ you should've seen your face, Kurage! Hahahahahaha! Ka~!" Kurage glared at Kaninja, who was still laughing his heart out. But he smirked and chuckled. "You should see yours, Kaninja. I mean." Kaninja could feel like he was trapped by something he feared the most. Then he felt like tentacles wrapping his torso and legs together, and felt a stinging sensation somewhere on his ass. He could feel his body burning up. He stuck out his tongue while the tentacles released him from their captivity. "What did you do to me, ka?~" Kurage smirked at the poor mosquito duelist and stroked the back of his pointed ears, which caused him to moan. "I poisoned you with a poison that would make you go into heat. It's your punishment~" Kaninja groaned as his clothes became a prison. Kurage removed Kaninja's clothes to reveal his soft skin. Kaninja felt embarrassed having his skin seen by Kurage, but he felt a warm trail of saliva on his shoulder. He shivered softly at the touch of it. Kurage bit Kaninja's neck while slowly rubbing his ass. Kaninja groaned in pleasure. He enjoyed it, but felt a sudden pain of pleasure thrust inside him. He forgot Kurage's nails were longer than his. He just wished he had clipped those nails before they were going to do this. He wanted to cry from the painful pleasure, but his mouth was slammed into Kurage's lips. Kurage muffled Kaninja's cries and inserted another finger inside him. Kaninja winced in pain or pleasure. He knew the third one would be painful. Kurage carefully inserted his third finger and slammed his lips into Kaninja again to muffle the cries. Kaninja could feel the fingers thrusting inside him, but groaned in pleasure. Kurage continued while having his tentacles out. He smirked softly and pulled his fingers out. "Time for a good fuck!~" Kaninja almost screeched in loud pleasure and pain as Kurage's tentacles were thrusting themselves inside Kaninja's ass. The tentacles glowed a bright blue, and it was glowing inside of Kaninja's torso. Kaninja never knew Kurage's tentacles could glow. But he smirked softly and arched his back as Kurage's tentacles thrust more inside his ass. He adored the painful pleasure. It was like a thrill, but it wasn't Kurage's cock. He lay on his back while the tentacles thrust hard inside him. He watched Kurage get off the bed to walk over to his face, which was hanging out of the bed. Kurage unzipped his pants and revealed his hardened cock. He smirked softly while it twitched softly. "Suck. Now!~" Kaninja didn't hesitate to suck on Kurage's cock. He continued sucking on his cock while Kurage moaned in pleasure. Kurage thrust his cock in Kaninja's mouth. Kaninja almost gagged, but calmed down and let his partner thrust his cock inside him. He loved the feeling of pleasure in both holes. He soon was tasting the cum from his partner and he came too, as the tentacles made him reach the limit. He swallowed the cum down his throat and smirked. "That was delicious. Ka~" Kurage chuckled softly. "We're not finished yet." He climbed onto the bed and pulled his tentacles out. He smirked and gently eased the tip of his cock inside his partner's ass. Kaninja almost cried in plain pain, but he mustn't ruin it for them. He had one chance to slip up. Kurage gave his partner a kiss before slamming himself inside him. Kaninja almost cried, but he held the pain back and enjoyed the pleasure. Kaninja clenched his claws on Kurage's back, scratching the fair skin with his sharp nails. Kurage almost groaned from the pain, but he ignored it, for his partner, no, his lover. He thrust himself more inside his partner. The tightness of his lover's ass was like squeezing his cum out of him. Kaninja moaned louder as Kurage thrusts harder inside him. He moaned very loudly at the tip of his lungs as Kurage found a sweet spot inside him. Their hot sweats were rolling down their bodies, hot breaths left their mouths, and limits were growing. Kurage could feel his limits about to burst inside Kaninja's ass. "O-oh god! I-I'm gonna! C-cum!~" Kaninja cried out as well. "M-me t-too!! Ka!~" One last thrust from Kurage made him fill Kaninja's ass with his semen while Kaninja came on his chest. They panted heavily, and Kurage pulled himself out of Kaninja. They smiled at each other and kissed each other one more time before they fell into slumber.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-ZEXAL Late Night Horror Chapter 1: Late Night Horror A loud scream had awoken Ryoga from his slumber, and that was only the start of it. The purple-haired boy grumbled into his pillow, letting out a tired sigh before rolling over and reaching for his cell phone. With one click, the time revealed it was two in the morning, and it was way too early to be awake. He lay in bed for several long minutes, desperate to fall back asleep. However, the loud noises coming from outside his room were not helping the situation, nor improving his mood. Was it too much to ask for a little peace and quiet around here? Apparently so. As soon as he opened the door, Ryoga quickly found himself being embraced tightly by his roommate. Confusion and mild irritability were written all over his face, despite Thomas failing to see his face. Though it was unusual to feel the self-proclaimed "Fanservice King" shaking underneath him. Ryoga sighed, placing his hands on Thomas' trembling shoulders in an attempt to calm him down. "Alright, what happened?" Through gross and perhaps overdramatized sobbing, Thomas managed to speak up. "I should have never watched that movie…" He sniffled, looking a bit pale in the face as his grip on Ryoga loosened. "I should have never, ever watched that movie…" Ryoga looked unimpressed but was rather quite intrigued by this sudden reaction. He was aware of his roommate's obsession with strange movies, but to elicit such a fearful reaction from someone like Thomas? Now this was interesting. "Which movie did you watch?" A moment of pause, before Thomas hesitantly pointed in the direction of the lounge table. Ryoga walked over, immediately spotting the DVD box that lay atop the table. Ryoga picked up the case, reading over the title and description several times over before glancing back towards Thomas. "This looks absolutely revolting. Why on earth did you think it would be a good idea to watch this?" "I lost a bet." A look of disbelief crossed Ryoga's face as he crossed his arms in pure disappointment. "Really now." He received a nod in response. Ryoga remained silent for several moments, before picking up the DVD box again, his lips tugging into a small smirk. "I'd like to see how disturbing this movie is for myself." "I wouldn't do that if I were you…" The purple-haired boy shrugged and picked up the remote. "While it looks disgusting…" He mumbled, plopping himself down on the couch. "Looks can be quite deceiving." Thomas opened his mouth to protest, but decided it was best to just leave Ryoga to his own decisions. "Don't say I didn't warn you." It wasn't long before Thomas fell asleep quite soundly, leaving his roommate to thoroughly enjoy the movie. The next morning presented itself with a rather inviting situation. Thomas found Ryoga laying face down on the couch, his hair and clothes a complete mess. Of course, he didn't fail to notice the trash bin placed beside the couch. The contents of the bin were well, foul-smelling, to say the least. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, reaching over and shaking the smaller boy's figure. "Oi, Ryoga. Time to wake up." "Nnn…" An irritated groan escaped from the cushions, and before long a rather pale-faced Ryoga slowly lifted his head from the couch. "What… What is it?" His words were slurred, but that was due to the drowsiness, or that's what Thomas assumed. "You look awful," He remarked, glancing over Ryoga's body. What a mess. "What happened last night?" Ryoga let out a series of incoherent grumbles before proceeding to point at the well-placed DVD box. "You… That was the worst movie I've ever seen. Why didn't you warn me?!" That earned one Kamishiro sibling a nice glare. "I did warn you, and you didn't listen." Thomas snatched the case and held it at his side. "So you can't complain to me about it." "Urk…" Well, he supposed that was true. Still, though… "Who's bright idea was it to create this film anyway? I mean…" "Let's not go into details, alright? I'll just dispose of this properly." Thank goodness Thomas still had that lighter. Soon enough, the only remains of The Human Centipede was a pile of burned plastic, the stench quite irritating to the nose. It never did compare to the scent of vomit wafting through the room, recalls Thomas as he browses through the nearby video store, looking for the next movie to sit through. Perhaps he'll invite Ryoga to watch with him next time. Now that'd be a thrill! Ryoga managed to drag himself out of bed. He didn't need to question who was making all of this racket at this hour - obviously, it was his roommate, Thomas, who had a terrible habit of staying up until the late hours of the night. It was a habit that needed to be fixed, and yet the rambunctious man never followed through on seeking assistance. Typical of him, really. Time for yet another intervention. As soon as he opened the door, Ryoga quickly found himself being embraced tightly by his roommate. Confusion and mild irritability were written all over his face, despite Thomas failing to see his face. Though it was unusual to feel the self-proclaimed "Fanservice King" shaking underneath him. Ryoga sighed, placing his hands on Thomas' trembling shoulders in an attempt to calm him down. "Alright, what happened?"

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-ZEXAL Orange Coat Chapter 1: Orange Coat "There's something for you on the counter." "Hm?" Yuma had bolted for the restroom as soon as they'd entered the terminal-cum-headquarters for the trench project, leaving Kotori feeling very, very alone with Kaito. A few employees were seated at temporary desks installed in the front room; an enormous man chain-smoking while watching a muted movie; a lady speaking rapid English over the phone to someone speaking even more rapid French on the other end. She wondered how long it would take for Yuma to finish. Boys spent less time in the bathroom than girls, right? She trusted Kaito. She wasn't afraid of him. But trusting someone was different from feeling at ease around them, and she didn't trust Kaito not to snap at her for not being able to hear him over the vague electrical humming of the room and the roaring of the airplane's engines cooling down. Kaito turned away from her. "On the counter. There's something for you," he said stiffly and a little more loudly. He waited a moment, then pulled out his phone and pretended to be interested in checking messages on it. "Oh." She didn't really want to stop keeping an eye on him, but she didn't want to make him say it three times either. She spotted it quickly, a blue monogrammed shopping bag looking very out of place among the equipment and control boards. She approached it, feeling Kaito watching her out of the corners of his eyes. The tissue covering the contents of the bag crinkled softly against the background noise of the room as she tore at the gold sticker sealing it closed. She didn't recognize the brand at all, but she could sense that it was something high-quality, expensive. She got just an impression of orange and white before she pulled it out, and she gasped as it unfolded in her hands. The coat was made of wool, soft in a way that coats she bought were not, heavy in a way that coats she bought were not. "It's beautiful!" she said, much too loudly, and cringed a little. The oppressiveness of the room persisted. Kaito's demeanor shifted almost imperceptibly at her outburst. He looked up from his phone. "We're in the arctic. You're going to need something warm to wear." It was freezing outside. It was freezing inside, too. Of course, she didn't want to stand around out there without a coat, and she hadn't had a chance to plan for the adventure. Kaito had just shown up, ordering Yuma and her into the plane, and no one else. "Thank you very much." Kotori slid it on, enjoying the smooth weight of the fabric on her arms. The temperature of the room quickly became bearable. The coat was orange, and she wondered what she could wear with it. It was so bright that it would have to be paired with neutrals; that's what Glamour Girl's style section had said last month, and she was definitely not wearing neutrals right now. But it was such a rich thing that she might try to wear it with anything. It was such an adult thing, too. She picked at her heart choker, feeling like a little kid in dress-up. Kaito was an adult, wasn't he? She looked back up at him and was startled to realize he'd been watching her with an expression she'd never seen on him before. It was soft; like for a moment, he'd let go of everything that made him a Numbers Hunter, a champion duelist, the pawn of Heartland, the son of Dr. Faker, and he'd shown that the part of him that was a brother who cared for Haruto wasn't an anomaly in his personality. Kaito hurriedly looked back down at the screen. "You're welcome," he mumbled. Was it a gift? How could he just give her something so nice? The Tenjos were rich, she reminded herself. This was probably nothing to him. Questions sprouted from questions, but the matter-of-factness with which he'd told her his reasoning for giving it to her shut her down. They were in the arctic. She needed something warm to wear. How did one even talk to Kaito as a friend? She'd never seen him make small talk, never seen him with someone he wasn't making plans with or making threats against. She'd never seen him not angry. The need to say anything at all overwhelmed her. She grasped at the first question that seemed easy to ask. "What store is this from? I don't recognize the name," she asked, clutching her wrist. Kaito flicked his eyes up to look at her. "Soho Channel. It's—" He cut himself off at the sound of running footsteps. "Sweet duds, Kotori!" Yuma was just so… She couldn't help but smile at him. "It's very nice. Kaito gave it to me," she said, looking to Kaito, but he was back to being the same old Kaito: angry, impatient, closed-off. It was like a switch had been flipped. "Let's get going," said Kaito. "The sooner we get out there, the sooner we'll be able to get in touch with Astral." "Right! Let's go!" said Yuma. He jumped to be the first one out the door. Arctic air buffeted them. "Whoa! It's cold out here!" The questions in her head hadn't stopped growing. If Kaito were so concerned about staying warm, why hadn't he given Yuma a coat too? Why hadn't he put on something warmer himself? Kaito reached out to hold the door for her. She looked at his face as she stepped into the snow, but he didn't return her gaze. She wondered what she'd done to glimpse the flip side of Kaito.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-ZEXAL Rematch Chapter 1: Rematch The long-awaited sequel to my earlier story, Kite's Return, has finally arrived. Enjoy. Kite found Mizar sitting on the stump of a crumbled pillar, his legs crossed. His eyes were closed, though he still seemed to sense Kite's presence. "Hello, Kite," Mizar said as he opened his eyes. "What brings you here?" "I have a question," Kite replied. "What happened on the moon after I died? Yuma mentioned something earlier today, but I couldn't understand him, and he told me that you swore both him and Astral to secrecy. And Hart said the same thing." Mizar got up from his pillar and said, "I will not tell you." He raised his arm, and his Duel Disk appeared. "Unless you beat me in a duel. You defeated me on the moon, but now I wish to see how powerful you are with your new dragon." Kite pulled out two cards from his extra deck and turned them around, revealing his Galaxy-Eyes Numbers. "Astral gave me Number 62. Did he give you Dragluon?" Kite raised his arm, and his Duel Disk appeared. "Let's duel!" The life points were: Kite: 4000 Mizar: 4000 "It's good to be in a duel with you, whippersnapper," Jinlong said. "And it's good to see you again, Kite." Mizar placed another card on his D-Pad. "I activate Thorned Dragon Armor!" An armor covered in metal thorns appeared. "This makes my monster invulnerable to battle. Also, your monsters lose 1000 attack points when I attack them. Dragluon, attack Galaxy-Eyes with Gluon Stream!" Dragluon wrapped itself around Galaxy-Eyes, hurting it with its thorny armor, reducing its attack points from 4000 to 3000. Then, it shot a beam of white light and destroyed its enemy. Kite retaliated, "Now I activate the quick-play spell Galaxy Refresh to banish Dragluon and bring it back." Dragluon popped out of existence for a moment before returning, but without the armor. Mizar commanded, "Dragluon, attack once more!" Kite's life points decreased: 4000-3000. Kite ended his turn. A flaming blue dragon appeared, its wings seemingly made of feathers, but still aflame. Kite activated, "I now activate Galaxy Shock. I attack Dragluon and send a monster from my deck to the graveyard to give my monster 1500 more attack points, increasing its attack from 3500 to 5000. Now attack, Photon Phoenix Flare!" Number 108, Photon Phoenix Flare, flew high into the air before dive-bombing Dragluon, destroying it. Mizar's life points decreased: 4000-2000. Kite ended his turn, his attack points returning to 3500 from 5000. Mizar thought to himself, "It's interesting that he has Galaxy Shock, but it makes sense since he is a user of Galaxy-Eyes Dragons." The two Over-Hundred Galaxy-Eyes monsters stared at each other, the air around them sparking with raw energy. Mizar asked, "It is strange that we both became Barians, don't you think so?" Kite had not thought much about his rebirth, past the tests he had Orbital perform on his body after Kite rebuilt him. "I haven't thought much about my rebirth," Kite replied. "I am just happy I have been given a second chance." Mizar nodded, "I understand the feeling. I felt the same after Don Thousand was defeated. I activate Galaxy Shock. We both know what this does, increasing my attack from 3000 to 4500. Galaxy-Eyes, attack with Tachyon Spiral of Destruction!" Kite's life points decreased: 3000-2000. Mizar ended his turn, his attack points returning to 3000 from 4500. Kite drew a card and said, "Since it has been two turns since you destroyed Number 62, I bring back Galaxy-Eyes Prime Photon Dragon!" Mizar observed, "So now we're back to you with your Number and I have Tachyon, though you had your Chaos Number. And now I have another Number." Kite commanded, "Number 108, destroy Tachyon with Photon Phoenix Flare!" Mizar's life points decreased: 2000-1500. Kite ended his turn. Kite then said, "Galaxy-Eyes Prime Photon Dragon, end this duel with Eternity Photon Stream!" Mizar was thrown back by the attack, his life points decreasing: 1500-0. Kite walked over and helped Mizar up. He then said, "We had a deal. What exactly happened on the moon after I died?" Mizar began, still proud and not wanting to admit anything, but he was a Barian of his word. "When you died, I felt sadness about your passing and shed tears." Kite seemed surprised. "Really?" Mizar continued, "Yes. You see, when you died, I lost my only true rival… and possibly my only non-dragon friend." The two Barians stood for a moment, contemplating their next moves. Finally, Kite broke the silence, "I also find you to be a powerful rival as well. I expect our next duel to be as good as those in the past. Good-bye." After the network disappeared, Jinlong appeared and said, "I believe he finds you a friend as well." Mizar nodded, "If Yuma were here, he would be spouting his nonsense about how dueling creates bonds of friendship." Jinlong retorted, "But isn't it true, since you and Kite became friends through your duels?" Mizar replied, "Perhaps, but I'll never tell Yuma he's right." -Heartland- Yuma let out a sudden sneeze. "Achoo!" Tori asked, "Are you alright, Yuma?" The scene ended there. Some time later, a fan of the story saw a screenshot from the final episode, where Kite and the Barians were shown to be alive. The gang was back together, and the possibilities for character relationships were endless. Quattro suddenly appeared, asking, "What about me?" He pulled out a noisy cricket and continued, "You put Rio into a freakin' coma. And you're not in this story, so get out." Meanwhile, in a different location, an overlay network appeared, and Kite, in his human form, walked out. He looked around the ruins of the old dragon sanctuary until he found the one he was looking for, Mizar. Mizar was sitting on the stump of a crumbled pillar, his legs crossed, his eyes closed, though he still seemed to sense Kite's presence.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-ZEXAL Ribbons Just Ribbons Chapter 1: Ribbons Just Ribbons Disclaimer: I own nothing here except my own original character, who makes a cameo appearance. This is what happens when I'm bored. Ribbons... Just. Ribbons. "Are you sure that's supposed to go in there like that?" This was the question that had started the entire misunderstanding in the first place. It's strange how one simple inquiry could lead to such a misunderstanding, but the point is, it happened. Although, at the time, it had sounded like something far more perverse, for lack of a better term. And that alone was enough to get Chris' attention, leading him to stand outside Mihael's bedroom, his ear pressed firmly against the door to eavesdrop. A grunt came from the other side of the door, followed by Thomas' voice. "Give me that. You don't know what you're doing. Look, it goes in here like this, see?" Chris had to stifle a nosebleed at that. He should have opened the door right then and there and demanded to know what was going on. But, unfortunately for him, his perverse curiosity won out, and he stayed put, listening to see where this would lead. It was then that Tron happened to walk over, just as some odd sounds came from inside the room. He frowned and walked over, staring at Chris from behind his mask. When Chris showed no sign of responding or even noticing his presence, Tron cleared his throat. Chris jumped slightly and looked over his shoulder, then downward, his piercing blue eyes settling upon the small form of the man, now turned into a child, who had once been known as Byron Arclight. "V, what on earth are you doing standing outside of Mihael's room with your ear against the door?" Chris shook his head and gestured as if to say it was something inside the room that had caught his attention. Tron raised an eyebrow behind his mask and pressed his ear against the door as well. His other brow, had it still been there, would have quickly joined its twin as Tron's one good eye widened when loud noises came from the other side of the door, followed by voices. "Ow! Ow! That hurts, Nii-sama!" A grunt was heard again. "No, it goes in here like this! You're doing it all wrong!" "But it keeps getting stuck, Nii-sama!" Mihael objected. That was the moment when Tron had to join Chris in stifling a severe nosebleed. "What the hell are they doing in there?" he asked. Chris waved him off with a "Shh!" and pressed his ear closer to the door. Again, Tron raised an eyebrow as the grunts and other suspicious sounds grew louder and almost frantic. He, too, pressed his ear closer to hear, but unfortunately for everyone involved, the door was not closed as securely as it had first seemed, and it suddenly flew open. Tron and Chris swiftly fell forward, both of them toppling to the ground in a rather awkward heap of blue, green, gold, and white. The two younger boys looked up, as did the girl with pink hair and mismatched purple and blue eyes, who stood there and had kept silent until the moment her older brother and father came falling into the room. "Otousan? Chris Nii-sama?" the girl spoke up finally. "VI... What in the hell is going on here?" Tron asked, untangling himself from Chris after a bit of indignity and difficulty. "I was helping Nii-sama put ribbons in little brother's hair..." she explained, as if it should have been obvious. "...Ribbons... Just... Ribbons?" Tron asked, deadpan, as he stared first at his daughter, then turned his attention to his two younger sons. Mihael nodded, gesturing to what almost seemed to be hundreds of different-colored ribbons that lay scattered carelessly about the room, like a rainbow murder scene. He smiled rather sheepishly. Tron shook his head, then turned and walked out of the room, muttering under his breath before disappearing into the hallway. Chris finally got to his feet and looked around the room at the ribbons that made it look as if a rainbow had either exploded or spontaneously combusted, then at the three younger Arclight siblings. He shook his head, then turned and swiftly walked out of the room, muttering to himself as he did so. "There's nothing behind me... There's nothing behind me... There's not a gods-be-damned thing behind me..." he muttered, slamming the door shut behind him a bit harder than he had intended. He turned and headed quickly down the hall, only to trip and fall over the green and white lump, also known as Tron, who had fainted from blood loss due to a nosebleed and passed out as well. Back in the other room, the three younger siblings looked at each other for a long moment after the door was slammed shut and the sounds of their father's and their elder brother's footsteps had long since faded away into another part of the mansion. "Is... it safe now...?" Riana asked. "I think they're gone now," Mihael said. Thomas then smirked. "Shall we then?" The other two nodded, and they joined Thomas on the bed. I am so sorry for this insanity. And my original character is from a role-play between my sister and me. She will be appearing in more fics in the future. That aside, this was my first real attempt at a Zexal fanfic, so... don't throw too many bricks at me?

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-ZEXAL Saturday Night Chapter 1: Saturday Night It was a dark and cold Saturday night, with a gentle wind blowing through the streets of Heartland City. Reginald was walking around, looking for something to do. There were only a few cars on the street, and no one was really outside at this time of day. The lights were being turned off one by one. He could have called Yuma, since they were friends, but he didn't feel like hanging out with him. Shark's sister was hanging out with her friends. As he looked to his right, he saw Kite walking towards him. Not Yuma, but Kite. He saw Kite walking too, just like him, looking for something to do. Reginald walked over to his side, thinking that Kite wouldn't hurt him since they were both just walking around. "Hey Kite," he said coolly, with his hands in his pants pockets. Kite turned around and recognized Reginald. "Reginald? What the hell are you doing here?" he asked, a little surprised. "I'm just walking around, what about you?" Reginald replied. "Same," Kite said, and looked away. The wind picked up its speed, and Reginald was getting cold. He put his hands on his arms and started rubbing himself. Kite turned around and recognized that Reginald was cold from the wind. "You're getting cold," he stated. "I-I know, smartass," Reginald shuddered and glared at the older man. "D-do you want to come to my place?" Reginald grinned, taking a moment to think. He thought, why not? It shouldn't be bad. "Yeah, let's try to get there quickly. Did you bring your motorcycle?" Reginald shook his head, saying that he didn't. Kite sighed and had an idea that felt awkward to both of them, but he knew it would help Reginald. "Why don't you... come close to me?" he asked nervously. "O-okay... thanks," Reginald replied. Reginald started to get close to Kite, and Kite put a hand on his arm. Reginald felt a warm feeling when the blonde touched him. He put an arm around Kite's arm, and Kite didn't seem to mind. Then they both started walking. They finally reached Reginald's home, or rather, his apartment. "Next time, bring a jacket when you go outside," Kite told him firmly. "Whatever," Reginald said, not caring, and closed the door. "I'm going to make hot chocolate. Do you want some?" Reginald asked. "Uhh... sure, that's fine," Kite replied. Reginald went into the kitchen to make hot chocolate while Kite waited on the couch. Wow, I never expected this from Reginald, he thought. He was nice to let me into his apartment, and now he's making me hot chocolate. Kite smirked at the thought, with his eyes closed. Just then, Reginald walked into the room with two hot chocolates in his hands. "Kite?" he asked, confused. Kite opened his eyes quickly, not aware that Reginald was standing beside him. "Here's your drink," Reginald said, putting it down on the table. "Thanks..." Kite replied, sincerely, as he had never really thanked anyone before. Kite picked up the hot chocolate carefully, so he wouldn't burn himself. Reginald sat down next to him and grabbed the remote. He turned on the TV and decided to put on a horror movie. "You don't mind, right?" Kite glared at him. "I'm fine with it," Kite replied, annoyed, and Reginald smirked. During the movie, Reginald was lying down on the couch, getting sleepy and not really paying attention to what was happening. Kite, on the other hand, was still sitting on the couch, but his eyes were starting to close. Before he knew it, he collapsed right on top of Reginald. To be exact, Kite's head landed right on his neck. Reginald gasped, and his eyes opened in alarm. What the hell! He realized Kite was on top of him, which made Reginald uncomfortable. Kite started to breathe on his neck, and Reginald moved his head back and forth from the unusual feeling. "Kite!" he said, pushing his body away from him. Kite opened his eyes and saw that he had fallen asleep on top of Reginald. "Sorry about that..." he trailed off, tiredly. In fact, both of them were getting tired. Reginald and Kite got up and held each other for support, in case one of them passed out. "You can sleep... on my bed," Reginald said, his face turning red. I couldn't believe I said that... Kite just smirked at his statement. They were in his room, and they got into bed. Reginald turned one way, and Kite turned the other. Reginald was about to shut his eyes when he suddenly felt a touch on his shoulder. It made the purple-haired teen open his eyes wide. One of Kite's hands was holding Reginald's hair, and the other was holding his neck. He went close to his ear and started to breathe in it. Reginald gasped and started to breathe slowly. "Reginald..." Kite whispered, and then made his way to his neck. "Kite..." Reginald moaned lightly, and then grabbed Kite's hands and pinned them to the bed. He kissed Kite passionately. Kite gasped, and Reginald took this opportunity by putting his tongue inside Kite's mouth. Reginald then pulled away, with saliva connecting their mouths. Kite managed to get his hands out of Reginald's grip and pushed him down, so he was now on top of Reginald. He growled, annoyed at being on the bottom. They were having a battle to see who could dominate the other. Kite took off his photon jacket, and Reginald took off his shirt and threw it on the floor. Since Reginald had Kite on top of him, he took off Kite's remaining clothes. Reginald pulled him in and unzipped his grey suit. By this point, they were both naked. While they were battling, both of them were covered in sweat. At the end, they finally went to sleep, with Reginald on top of Kite.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-ZEXAL Thick Blood Chapter 1: Thick Blood "Thank you," Chris said, closing the lid of the first aid kit and flicking the clasps down to lock it. With a shrug, he turned his face away and offered nothing more than a low mumble of "it's no trouble." Thomas gripped his jacket, the fabric pressed firmly between his thumb and index finger, as if his body had become a vice, desperately clutching to Chris. In confusion, Chris looked up at his brother's face and barely had time to register what he saw before he was catching him in a hold, his arms wrapping tight around his body to brace the agonized cry that ripped from his throat. He was afraid, shaken, and for a moment, Chris debated ripping himself away from the sudden embrace, until Thomas spoke again, quieter this time and half-muffled by his jacket. "I miss when you still loved me." The words drove deep into Chris's heart and turned like a knife. He winced internally as the memories of their once-strong love returned to him. Once... no, it never left. He had loved Thomas for a long time, and nothing had changed, except for Tron's strict order that he not show his younger brother any sort of "un-biblical affection." It had happened only once, one night, and it was all it took to shatter their family into pieces; to feel the sting of complete shame and humiliation when Tron, then known as Byron, had found them tangled in the sheets in a taboo scenario. Despite being young, the ache in Chris's chest to know what it all meant was overwhelming. Watching Thomas be ripped away from them like that felt as if he'd lost a piece of his heart. He had, really - when he thought about it in full, he'd lost a big part of himself. Shameful. Disgusting. Incestuous. Sinful. Chris closed his eyes against the words that echoed inside his head and ricocheted around with hard bites at every turn. One hand threaded through Thomas's hair, and the other tightened around his middle. He still smelled like the same shampoo he did back then. Chris vividly recalled the way Thomas tossed his head from side to side, his back arching, and his ribs making bumps on his skin that formed shadows over the fine lines of his body. Lithe and beautiful, Thomas had never been anything short of stunning. Even with his lips swollen and body dusted in a thin coat of sweat, there was something undeniably perfect about him in Chris's eyes. This isn't what brothers do. And yet I couldn't stop. Every shiver under his touch, each gentle kiss between the shifting of their hips, and skin pressed to skin - every movement spoke for the waves of pleasure they couldn't put a name to. That had been bliss, once. The small guest room with the floral sheets they'd never seen again after that night was a memory that lingered. Bliss. Love. Sinful! Sinful! Could something that felt so pure be unholy? Chris wasn't sure anymore. "I could never stop loving you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Don't lie to me. Not anymore. I can't take more of this from you," Thomas replied, his voice laced with pain. Thomas meant to pull away, but Chris held him in place. If Thomas made to move again, however, he would release him. He had no intention of keeping Thomas hostage in an embrace that imprisoned him. Thomas's damp cheek rested against his own, and he gave into the touch, knowing he always would. Chris peppers his neck and shoulder with small kisses while rubbing his hand up and down Thomas's back. "I wronged you. I know I did. And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Chris said, the first true apology that had passed between his lips. It was only in the silence that followed that Chris noted just how dark it was. Thomas moved into his lap, encircling his body around Chris, his arms loosely draping over his shoulders, and his forehead pressed to his own. Their lips came together, and it burned and bit, and Chris drew on it more and more, until Thomas was all he could taste and feel on his skin. Melting into his touch, their hands found each other and laced their fingers in a fitted weave. Chris didn't know where he ended and Thomas began. Lips and lips, hands in hands, Chris took care when he put his hands on Thomas's bandaged back, lifting his hips, and rocking their bodies to a rhythm only known to them - lost in the music of their hearts, and the pants and moans that went nearly unheard in the open room. When Thomas's body collapsed against his own, a shiver passed between them. It was almost agonizing how it felt, laying with their clothes scattered, and Thomas held tight in his lap. If Thomas pulled away now, he would lose him, and the thought was paralyzing. Just a bit longer. If this is sinful, then let me taste every drop of wine. "Chris -" "Stay, Thomas. Stay a bit longer," Chris whispered, his voice urgent. He didn't need to ask twice. Thomas lay still in his embrace, allowing Chris to press his palms over the bruises he'd treated not too long ago. Chris knew it hurt, and yet Thomas made no sound. He said nothing beyond soft-spoken whispers of his name, or "I love you's," and "I missed this." For now, it was only them. Nothing was solved - not yet. All it was now, all it had ever been, was the smoldering embers of their desire and the blood that bound them. Every drop of wine, Thomas. Every drop.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-ZEXAL This is my last confession Chapter 1: This is my last confession Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you, you're gonna believe them. "The world is too full of evil. It can't be protected or saved." The words were a revelation. Yuuma repeated them a few times, liking the way they sounded more and more. That was the truth that he had been searching for all this time, as he dueled, as he fought, as he suffered. What was the purpose of it? Why had he been chosen for this? It was for release. The world was monstrous. Innocent people could just die, no matter how much they deserved to live, and evil people had too many chances. But he could save them, he could save everyone, now that he had the power. "So I'll use the Code to destroy the world. Forever." No, I misheard, Nasch thought. Yuuma wouldn't say that. Yuuma would never say that. Yuuma was smiling, but it was an empty look, belied by the dark aura that was coalescing around his face, and by the faint red glow in his eyes. It was like smoke, the aura, and it obscured Yuuma's eyes, leaving Nasch to see the red glow like embers in a banked fire, and below Yuuma's wide smile. "Don't worry, Shark," Yuuma advanced on him, and Nasch froze; maybe he should have run, but the tenderness in Yuuma's voice held him there. "I won't destroy you." "Yuuma, what are you saying?" Nasch began. "I'm gonna create a beautiful new world, Shark, isn't that great?" No, it isn't great. You – You've – If Yuuma could break, then what hope was there? What could Nasch, hands stained with blood, soul steeped in darkness, accomplish if Yuuma, with all his grace and mercy, could decide the world wasn't worth saving? He'd been depending on Yuuma, and he hadn't realized it until now. He hadn't known, until this moment when Yuuma did not immediately absolve him, that he'd been waiting for Yuuma to fix everything. Yuuma was waiting for him to speak; he still had that crazy smile on his face. If Nasch didn't snap him out of it, he would do something terrible. He would wake up and regret everything. Nasch glanced down at his hands. Yuuma had held them earlier. If he couldn't use them to save Yuuma, then there was no point in having used them to kill Don Thousand. "What are you saying, Yuuma? If you're not going to bring the others back, then there's no point in my being alive." "You're abandoning me?" For a moment, Nasch wanted to take back his words, just so that Yuuma would go back to smiling. The moment passed, but it shook him; no matter how much Nasch pushed, shredding every last piece of his human life, it seemed Yuuma was always there, in some corner of his heart that couldn't be wiped clean or thrown away. "The Yuuma that I knew wouldn't destroy anyone. So if you're going to do that, then I don't know who you are. Don't spare me." This isn't a version of you I can live with, Yuuma. Come back to your senses…I can't go on alone any further. Without you I… "I can't…I can't do that…if I bring the world back, then I might…I might fail them again…they might die again…at least this way, no one can be hurt!" "You won't miss them?" Alit and Gilag and Mizael and Durbe and Merag – god, Merag – and the Arclights and Kaito and others, too, picked off because they'd dared to stand with Yuuma. Nasch couldn't even let himself think about how everyone was gone, how he'd murdered innocent people because he'd been misled, how his sister and Durbe were out of reach as soon as he'd found them again. He would collapse if he dwelt on it. He knew how Yuuma felt, how guilt could get stuck in your veins, leaden your blood, leave you paralyzed. But it was alright, Nasch thought. It would be all right. Yuuma didn't need to be afraid that anyone else would die. The war was over. Yuuma had already saved everyone. His glowing eyes, his cloudy aura…they weren't frightening anymore. Yuuma was hiding, Nasch thought. He wasn't insane. He was just scared. "What?" "You won't miss all the friends you're leaving in hell?" "But…I'll have you…" Won't I? It went unspoken, but Nasch heard it all the same. "I can protect just one person easily, right?" "You can bring them all back, Yuuma. Don't worry. I…I can…help you protect them..." The aura around Yuuma's face began to fade. Through the black fog, Nasch saw the tears in Yuuma's eyes well up, glow, fall. "Promise?" "I promise." Nasch reached out, and pulled Yuuma – Dark Zexal – whoever he was closer to him, until Yuuma's hands were on Nasch's mouthless face, and maybe he could feel Nasch's attempt at a comforting expression, because he traced over the skin there gently, over and over. He bit his lip, like he was trying not to sob. The dark aura was changing, black to gold, like the sun was coming out inside him. Around them the world was beginning to shake. Nasch dug his fingers into Yuuma's back, and Yuuma cried, the tears filled with sparks, and where they fell grass began to grow. "Don't go," Yuuma whispered. Nasch nodded. He didn't.

This is a short fanfic story. Genre: anime Yu-Gi-Oh-ZEXAL Chapter 1: You Show the Lights "Do you really think that you can defeat me, Kaito?" He had heard similar things before. "Do you think you can win with a body like this?" he remembered, hands on his shoulders and cold eyes staring down at him. And he had won then, hadn't he? He had won, and Chris had been gone for a while, but then he had come back, and things had been... well, not like before. They were both too far past that, they were too old, and they knew too much about the world to slip back into the same routine. But they had built something up anew, and it was not the same now, but it was better for it, in the end. Stronger. It was something real, not the gossamer strands of a teenage romance that was torn apart so easily in the end. Except this was different. The words might be similar, but the speaker was nothing like him. Although there were some similarities, weren't there? He thought, only it wasn't his thought, it wasn't his voice, and Kaito tasted bile because he should be past this, he should be okay, but he was not, was he? Those claws were still dug deep, those hands still held him, and for all that Kaito prided himself on being strong - because he had to be, because he was an adult, and the others were children, and they needed someone who could stand strong and hold them up when everything around them was falling apart - right now, standing in front of him, Kaito felt as weak as he ever had. Especially when you make it easy, especially when he was what made you freeze up. Kaito stopped, though. He forced himself down somewhere deep, or up somewhere high, deep down where he was hidden, or up out of his body, and he didn't know which, but even after so long - even after a reprieve that he should have known would never last - it came as easily as breathing to flee like that. Stop, breathe, play your cards. He couldn't have you, not again, and he couldn't have anyone around you. You are strong, you are - Except he wasn't. Not in the face of him, not with years' worth of memories flooding through him all at once, because he was stupid, he was stupid, and he had let himself forget, think it was over. He was not strong at all, and the field ate at him and drained his energy, but it was nothing, nothing compared to what his very existence did to Kaito. Because Kaito was used to fighting a body that wanted to crumble into dust and light and who-knew-what - because he knew photon mode had done things, and so he wondered what would happen when that end finally came - he was used to rallying against the pain and using it, used to burning up like a dying star, because one kind of pain was no different from the other, and so it might as well be a pain that could drive him forward, mightn't it? But it was not his body that was failing him now, and Kaito was used to a ravaged and broken body, because he always had his mind, and when that failed him... when that failed him, he had always had Yuuma; Yuuma, who was bright and blazing, with every one of them falling into place around him like his own personal solar system; Yuuma, who had taught him that maybe sometimes it was okay to rely on other people, maybe sometimes it was okay to reach out a hand and trust that someone would grab it - except that Kaito had run into this battle all alone, and it didn't matter if Kaito reached out, if Kaito reached by his own choice for the first time and said, "Please, someone catch me," because Yuuma was too far to even know that Kaito was fighting in the first place. So Kaito stood there, stood alone on legs that didn't want to hold him, and played his cards, and made stupid rookie mistakes, because he was scared, because he was terrified, and Kaito had been turning fear into anger for years, but here, standing before him across a hopeless duel, his anger deserted him, and left only the fear, and he felt so very small, so very lost. And Heartland spoke again, then, told Kaito how much he was looking forward to seeing Haruto again after he won, and Kaito looked down at a useless hand of cards, and his eyes burned, and he thought, "No," as his legs buckled and sent him falling to his knees - again, again, always in front of Heartland - and his vision went gray around the edges, so that he had to shut his eyes and choke back bile, because he had failed, he had failed, and oh God, Haruto, and then - But he didn't have to, did he? So Kaito did the only thing he could, the only thing he should. He reached out, and he said, "Please," and Yuuma caught his hand, and grinned down at him, until Kaito couldn't help but smile himself. Yeah, okay, he thought, you win. And Yuuma did win, of course. And the worst part was, he was still there, he was still watching Kaito, and Kaito didn't think for an instant that he didn't know exactly what Kaito was thinking. Because he always did, didn't he? It was what he did, got inside your thoughts, and learned what made you tick, what drove you forward, and what pushed you back, and what made you freeze, deer in the headlights. Especially when you made it easy, especially when he was what made you freeze up.

This is a fanfic story. Genre: final_fantasy Chapter 1 Content warning: oral sex, vaginal sex, virginity, body-worship, MFFF foursome. The following is a work of fiction and a work of parody. I do not own Final Fantasy or its characters, and I do not profit from this work. All characters have been aged up to the age of consent. It had all gone so terribly wrong. She had meant for it to be spontaneous, sexy, and romantic. But now it just felt awkward. Yuffie had pulled Cloud from his hotel room, asked him to spend the evening with her, to show her around the Gold Saucer. The stony mercenary had proved his usual inscrutable self, and if he was responding to any of her flirtations, she couldn't tell. So she had given him a blowjob. During the cable car ride, while watching the fireworks. Without saying a word, after several minutes of awkward silence, she had dropped to her knees in front of him and fished his cock out of his trousers. She had imagined it setting off a spark, that they would end up back in his room, making wild passionate love, with the handsome swordsman claiming her virginity. She had been wandering with Cloud and his band for years; she was eighteen now, and still a virgin. She figured the pieces would just fall into place. But they never did. Cloud's cock had hardened up quickly in her mouth – she had never fucked anyone, but she had fooled around with plenty of boys, and knew what she was doing. But he never gave any reaction beyond that. So she kept sucking, bobbing her head up and down on his shaft, licking his balls, taking him as far down her throat as she could without gagging. In the end, he put a hand on the back of her head, and came in her mouth. He came with almost no warning – one second, Yuffie was trying to figure out how to transition this awkward blowjob into the night of passionate sex she desired, and the next, warm semen was spilling into her mouth. Her eyes went wide with surprise, almost gagging as his cum filled her, but she managed to swallow it all. "I just felt like doing that." What a stupid thing to say. She had sucked his cock, not given him a peck on the cheek. A faint grunt of assent, and silence. Nothing. "Well, come on. Say something." Silence, and then: "Something." Was he being flippant? Rude? Did he think she was a slut? Or was he trying to flirt? She could never read the blond mercenary, and that was a huge part of what got her so hot and bothered. He was mysterious, with his piercing Mako-green eyes, his youthful face that seemed to have seen so much of the world. They parted shortly after, and left Yuffie where she was now. Sitting alone in her hotel room. Confused. Ashamed. Horny. Emotions running left and right through her head, no idea where she stood. "I should at least talk to him. Or something. Yeah. Just like... go to his room and ask him, straight up." And so the teenage girl got out of her bed, and ventured forth. Cloud was staying down the hall from her, in the ridiculously campy "Haunted" hotel in the Gold Saucer. She had to see him. She was so wound up, she didn't even bother knocking as she opened the door. "Um, hey, Cloud, I -" And then the words caught in her mouth. Greeting her was Cloud himself, seated in a plush armchair, completely naked. Kneeling at his feet, also completely naked, were Tifa and Aeris. The two women were sucking – no, worshipping – his cock. They would take turns, one throating it down to the base while the other licked his balls. They would run their lips alongside it in an obscene kiss. Small tongues would dart out of their mouths, flicking alongside the veins of his shaft. It took her a moment to realize that the two women were playing with each other as they serviced Cloud's cock; they each had a free hand between the other's legs, fingering each other's cunts. The two of them were absurdly beautiful. Tifa was built impossibly, with a narrow waist, powerfully thick thighs, and tits the size of goddamn volleyballs. She was like someone had mashed together a professional athlete and a porn star – where she wasn't voluptuous tits and ass, she was hard muscle. Aeris was taller, more statuesque. Her body wasn't as firm and toned as Tifa's, nor was her chest as impossibly large. But she was smooth and curved gracefully, a picture of femininity. Both of them made Yuffie feel incredibly self-conscious about her body. Who the fuck was she? Some skinny teenager with no tits and no ass, nothing compared to the two wanton sex goddesses that Cloud apparently already had at his disposal. What would he want with a girl like her? "Don't just stand there. Close the door." Cloud addressed her directly, looking straight at the young girl while his cock was being sucked. Yuffie had been about to sneak out, hope they hadn't noticed her. No such luck. God, he was so fucking gorgeous. All lean muscle and no fat; Yuffie swore he had an eight-pack. Thick, luxurious hair, and those eyes. Those fucking green eyes, staring right at her. She closed the door. Cloud stood up, his cock standing proud at attention. Yuffie suddenly realized that her panties were very, very damp, and very, very warm. The mercenary walked toward her, one sex goddess at either side, all eyes on her. He kissed her, and her knees buckled. She had sucked his cock, but she hadn't actually kissed him. It was a hard kiss, his lips pressing against hers, his tongue invading her mouth. She made an indistinct whimpering noise, and would've collapsed had it not been for the hand on her. He was so strong. He had to be, swinging that giant sword around. He wasn't a particularly large or imposing man in the grand sense, but she felt tiny in his arms. Tiny. Vulnerable. Safe. She wanted him so bad. "Take your clothes off." He told her. His voice was flat, firm, and gentle at once. He didn't need to ask – he knew. He knew why she was here. He knew she wanted him. If she hadn't, she would've walked out that door. "Yes, m-" Yuffie cut herself off, realizing she had been about to say "Yes, Master." That's when she noticed Tifa and Aeris, the two women caressing her, helping her out of her clothes. Tifa's hand slid into her waistband, and her shorts and panties fell down to the floor. Aeris was lifting her top off. Soon, the ninja girl was naked except for a pair of tall socks up around her knees. "You have such cute tits," giggled Aeris, and she bowed forward, playfully kissing Yuffie on each nipple. "Cute butt, too," added Tifa, slapping her on the rump. Yuffie blushed, trying to come up with a response. But instead, she just let the two women guide her onto the bed, where they laid her out spread eagle. Yuffie closed her eyes, and she felt several pairs of hands roaming over her, feeling her, caressing her. Here a pair of lips planted a kiss, there a tongue bathed her in pleasure. Then she felt a pair of hands on her skinny legs, and a tongue was in her cunt. Her eyes opened to see Cloud, nestled between her legs, lapping at her sex. She had gone down on guys before, but never had the favor returned. Electric shocks of pleasure shot through her body – his tongue was doing things to her that she hadn't thought possible, eliciting new subtleties of sensation. "Oh my god!" When she came, she came hard. Her body spasmed, legs shaking as she climaxed. Cloud's face was covered in a pale sheen of her sexual juices, and she felt momentarily embarrassed. Then Tifa and Aeris were there, both kissing him, licking him, tasting her sex on his lips. "Do you want to?" Asked Cloud. She knew what he meant. She tried to say "yes," but could only manage to nod her head, biting her lip. He pulled her to the edge of the bed, his strong arms grasping her willowy legs. She felt Tifa and Aeris at either side, touching her, gently holding her in place. "I, um, I've never-" Yuffie began to stammer out. "I know," Cloud responded. "You're going to love this," said Aeris, brushing a strand of Yuffie's hair out of her face. "I promise." Yuffie felt the tip of Cloud's cock brushing against her lower lips, and then it was pushing, and then it was inside her. She gasped, feeling a man inside her for the first time. His cock felt amazing, beyond anything she had felt before. Cloud gave a low moan of delight, savoring the feeling of virgin cunt clamping tight around his cock. He moved slowly at first, long see-sawing strokes. Each one sent a jolt of electricity through her body, and a pleasure-induced delirium fogged her mind. "P, please..." she intoned, grasping out toward him. Cloud took her cue, leaning forward, gripping her chin, kissing her. His tongue was inside her mouth, his cock was inside her cunt. Her arms and legs locked behind his back, pulling him into her. When she came the second time, she screamed. Her body went limp, and Cloud stood up, picking her sock-clad legs onto his shoulders. Her cunt was soaking wet, and he gradually increased the pace of his strokes. And there was a meaty thwack, thwack, thwack as his hips smacked into her, his balls slapping against her ass. Aeris was beside him, running her fingers along his spine, whispering obscenities in his ear as he took the young girl. Tifa was on all fours, her basketball-sized tits hanging down over Yuffie's face. The raven-haired woman kissed her, Yuffie's moans dissolving into her mouth. "Have you ever been with a girl before?" Tifa asked. Yuffie had never so much as kissed a girl before. She had, frankly, spent too much time obsessing over boys to even consider girls up until now. "Do you want to try?" Yuffie nodded again, and managed a "mm-hmm." And then Tifa was straddling her face, lowering a perfectly shaved cunt onto the ninja girl's lips. Instinctively, Yuffie tongued at Tifa's pussy, trying to replicate the magic Cloud had worked on her own earlier. Tifa sat facing the girl's legs, and slid forward, hands on Yuffie's hips. From here, she could trade kisses with Cloud and Aeris while the younger girl licked her cunt. "How does she feel, Cloud? How does that virgin cunt feel on your perfect, glorious cock?" Cloud's only response was to thrust deep and hold, eliciting a moan from Yuffie, muffled by Tifa's cunt. The older woman responded with a sexual purr, grinding her hips back. Yuffie was figuring out the hierarchy of whatever weird sex harem she had stumbled into. Cloud was in charge. Tifa was the alpha bitch. Aeris was under her. And Yuffie was the bottom of the pile, and she was a-ok with that. There was a pause, and she realized Cloud had pulled out of her. Had he come already? No, she would've remembered that. "Turn over," he ordered, voice firm and flat as ever. Yuffie hurried to comply, spinning onto her stomach. When Cloud entered her again, Yuffie's fingers tightened into the bedsheets. She was flat on her stomach, Cloud straddling her hips as he slid his cock into her and fucked her from behind. The word rolled around her brain. Fucked her. Before, he had been deflowering her, making love to her, having sex with her. Slow and gentle and steady. Now he was fucking her, hard and fast. His legs were pressing hers together, keeping her cunt extra tight around his cock. With his weight on top of her, she couldn't have gotten up even if she had wanted to. Not, of course, that she did. There were hands on her arms – Tifa and Aeris – holding her down steady as Cloud relentlessly shattered her virginity. The two women were at his side, kissing and caressing him, worshipping him while he claimed a new conquest. Yuffie screamed in pleasure, and then bit down on the sheets, muffling herself. There was a hand in her hair, Cloud's hand, pressing her down into the bed. He had lengthened himself out, pounding her cunt with long hard strokes. "I'm going to come soon," he told her. Wham, wham, wham. Each thrust of his hips sent her tiny bubble butt jiggling. The thin young girl looked as though she was being crushed underneath the lithe soldier. Yuffie made a muffled moan of assent, surrendering entirely to her new lover. "When I do, it'll be on your face," he further instructed. Wham, wham, wham. His glorious cock continued hammering into her from behind, driving her into the bed. "W-whatever, whatever you want, m-" her words trailed off, lost in the fires of ecstasy that consumed her. And then she felt him pull out, and spin her onto her back. He straddled her chest, his cock pointed at her face. He seemed to tower over her, pale and golden and beautiful, a sex god who had deigned to visit himself on a lowly mortal like herself. Tifa and Aeris were beside him, kissing and touching him, worshipping at the same temple. He held his cock in his hand, and with a few pumps, he exploded on Yuffie's face. His cum covered her in streaks, landing on her face and hair, on her lips, in her mouth. She licked it from her lips, tasting him, receiving the blessing of her new sex god. She had been marked by him. She belonged to him. She felt Aeris licking the cum from her cheeks, cleaning her, and the two shared a lewd kiss. Tifa handed her a bottle of water, and Yuffie realized that she was in fact terribly thirsty. Cloud lay on the bed, and the three women cuddled on top of him, stroking his chest and arms. "Welcome to the club."

This is a fanfic story. Genre: yu_gi_oh Chapter 1 WARNINGS: Yaoi, boy x boy, and incest (considering Yami and Yugi as brothers; if you go with the Hikari/Yami concept, then no incest). The story also includes a blow job scene. Yami's character is depicted as attractive. DISCLAIMER: Yu-Gi-Oh and its associated characters do not belong to me. Neither does the song mentioned above. YUGI'S BROTHER Anzu leaned against her locker, her book bag at her feet, gazing up and down the hallway full of students jostling one another in a rush to be the first on their bus so they could sit in the cool seat at the very back. She didn't see her best friend anywhere. A musical giggle floated to her ears, and she turned her head; there was a group of her fellow eighth graders walking down the hall, Yugi at the center. The girls chatted with the little one while the boys tripped over each other trying to walk close to him, almost drowning him in their drool. "Yugi, we on for the movies this weekend?" a brown-haired boy asked him. Yugi blushed and was about to answer when a Hispanic girl cut him off. "No, Brad, my sleepover's this weekend. You're still coming, right, Yugi?" Brad glared at the girl. "You're such a bitch, Yolanda." The girl merely smirked and chatted with a Chinese girl next to her. Yugi laughed and shook his head, stopping when he heard his name called. "Yugi, over here!" Anzu waved to him, and he came over. "Let's hurry to your house. I'm so hot; I just want to get into the pool." Yugi nodded his agreement as he and Anzu left school, walking the three blocks to his house. Anzu was laying on a raft in the huge, in-ground swimming pool, complete with a slide and diving board. Yugi sipped his glass of lemonade, set it down next to Anzu's, then dove into the pool with as big a splash as his petite body could make. Water washed over her, but Anzu didn't notice. Yugi popped up beside her, giggling at her matted, sodden hair, but the girl was gazing around intently as if she was searching for something. "Yugi, is your brother home?" "Yami's either at work or tuning up his Mustang," Yugi answered before disappearing back under the blue, chlorinated water and swimming under Anzu's raft. Yugi popped up again and pushed her raft. "Anzu, come on, let's swim." "I'm working on my tan." "Oh." The little one held his arms out. "I should work on mine, too. We go up to high school after summer break." Yugi put another raft in the pool and floated face down on it. A screen door slammed, drawing Anzu's attention and making her breath catch in her throat. Her blue eyes drank in the sight of Yami. The college-aged boy had tri-colored hair like Yugi's, but instead of being soft, his was more spiky. The sun gleamed off his golden-tanned skin. His face was smooth and slightly elfin, he had a metal stud and hoop on his left ear, and his left eyebrow was pierced. He had a tattoo on his calf and another one on the back of his shoulder. He was barefoot and bare-chested, his lean, muscular, and long body moving confidently, his black shorts sagging a bit. Yami started towards the garage, but when he saw them, he turned and came over to the pool. "Hey, kiddos." He nodded in greeting and grabbed Yugi's glass, taking a swig of his lemonade. Yugi just laughed and rolled his eyes while Anzu stared at him, unable to respond. Yami drained the rest of Yugi's lemonade, then set the glass down. "Yug, Mai's working late, so you and I are going to go out to eat tonight." Yugi nodded, his violet eyes shining with a secret pleasure as he stared up at his brother. Anzu just continued to stare at Yami. His crimson eyes regarded her with an odd look. He came over and flicked her nose. "Didn't know you were studying to be a space cadet." She blushed and looked down while Yugi giggled. Yugi saw his empty glass and frowned. "Why can't you ever drink Anzu's?" Yami laughed, gazing fondly at Yugi. "I'll make it up to you; I'll take you someplace really special tonight, okay?" Yugi pouted cutely, batting his long eyelashes at Yami. "You'd better. Now go away, you're bothering us." He grinned and splashed water on Yami. "Mmm. Thanks, little one. That felt good." Yami shook his head, sending water droplets splaying. He pulled a black bandanna out from his pocket, dunked it in the pool, folded it up, then wrapped it around his forehead like a headband as he headed back to the garage to work on his car. Anzu sighed wistfully. "You're so lucky, Yugi. Your family's so cool. Your mom's a supermodel, she lets you and Yami call her by her name, and Yami..." She sighed dreamily and spaced out again. Yugi snorted and got out of the pool to take a sip of Anzu's lemonade. Three weeks later, junior high let out, and summer vacation had officially begun. Yugi lay on a lounge chair by the pool, sunglasses perched on his cute nose and a book in his hands. Anzu was mowing the grass; she had volunteered to do so until a replacement for Pedro, who used to cut their grass and had quit, could be found. Yugi peered over the rim of his sunglasses and smiled at the sweaty, brown-haired girl as he sipped cherry Coke through a blue crazy straw. He smiled at her before going back to his book. Anzu panted, sweat pouring down her and making her t-shirt and cotton shorts stick to her as she pushed the heavy lawnmower. The things she did for love! But she'd use any excuse to be over Yugi's house in hopes of seeing Yami. She paused for a moment to wipe sweat off her face; it was dripping into her eyes. "Hi, Yami!" Yugi kissed his brother on the cheek. Yami lay on the lounge chair next to Yugi, and a red-haired college girl in a black bikini knelt beside him and started to massage Yami's back. Sensing Anzu's gaze, the older girl looked up, straight at her, smirked, and licked at Yami's shoulder with a pierced tongue. Anzu's hands tightened unconsciously on the metal handle, and she pushed forward, right into the bushes on the edge of the lawn. She blushed, looking about to make sure no one had noticed. The redhead smirked and went back to her massaging. Anzu didn't know what to make of her; she was clearly competition, but Yami really didn't seem to be paying her any attention. His head was turned sideways to Yugi, who was absorbed in his book. Though, Anzu thought she'd seen Yami looking her way a couple of times. And his voice was silky and smooth when he pointed out a spot she'd missed. Two days later, Yugi and Anzu were sitting in the living room, watching MTV, when Anzu asked the question that had been bothering her all week. "Yugi, who was that redhead the other day? Was she Yami's girlfriend?" Yugi's violet eyes went wide, and he blushed furiously. "Oh, no. That was Oni; she's one of Yami's friends from college." "Oh." Anzu breathed a sigh of relief, then scooted closer to Yugi, nervous as she asked the question she'd never dared ask before. "D-do you think your brother... likes me?" The last part was a nervous whisper. Yugi's eyes went wider, and he covered his soft, full lips with two dainty hands. "Uh... Anzu... Yami's not exactly... well... err... he's not, that is... " Yugi took a deep breath. "Yami isn't attracted to girls." Her throat constricting, she nodded, holding up her hands to cut him off. "It's alright, you don't have to say anymore. I know, he's too old for me, and he thinks I'm nothing but a kid." Yugi stared at her, dumbfounded, as she hugged him, then excused herself and went home. It was two weeks before Anzu came over again. She hadn't called or IMed Yugi or anything. She knocked on the door; no one answered. Ringing the doorbell didn't help either, so she turned the knob. It was open. She entered the house; she and Yugi were childhood friends, and she'd done it a million times before. "Hello?" She called out in the vast house, but no one answered. She ran upstairs to Yugi's room and opened the door, which was ajar. Her eyes shot wide open in shock, her mouth hanging open. She squeaked, turned around, and ran out of the house. "Poor Anzu. I did try to tell her." "It's her own fault, aibou." Yugi leaned back, his head resting on Yami's bare stomach. His small tongue flicked out, licking at the smooth skin and taut muscles, making the older boy moan. "I love you, Yami." Yugi turned over onto his hands and knees, kissing his way down Yami's nude body. He gazed up at Yami, crimson and purple meeting, both laden with passion, before lowering his head and clamping his soft, pouty pink lips around Yami's length, sinking his teeth in a bit. Yami groaned and jerked, narrow hips bucking upwards as the warmth of Yugi's mouth faded, and the teeth were back, nipping lightly at the sides of it. "Ahhh. Yuugiiii..." He moaned, his head turning from side to side, as Yugi sucked on him again, then he exploded into the little one's mouth. Yugi's small hands dug into Yami's hips, the fingernails leaving indentations in the skin as his brother came in his mouth. Raising his head, he wiped the cum that wouldn't fit in his mouth and had dribbled down his chin away. Yami smiled wearily up at him, holding his lean, golden arms out, and the little one collapsed against his chest. After their panting, sweaty bodies calmed down, they fell asleep, limbs entwined. The author would like to thank the people at Giant Eagle who make the long, white, icing-filled donuts for the inspiration for the last scene. Eating one of those donuts sparked the idea. Unfortunately, it also resulted in icing all over the keyboard.