Thank you all so much for sticking with me through it all. This will be my first completed story, so I'd just like to say that this chapter is dedicated to the readers. It'll be around six weeks before the sequel comes out, but I trust that you'll all be patient with me. Thank you again, and I love you guys.

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Yuugi's POV

I walked back into my room at a normal speed, struggling to control my excitement. The sight that graced my eyes was not one I'd soon forget. The Pharaoh was resting on his knees with the millennium puzzle in his hands, clutching it to his chest possesively. I stared at him in confusion for a moment.

"Yami?" I asked tentatively, stepping into my bedroom slowly. I knew that I had concern shining in my eyes and I tried to hide it, worried that he'd be offended over it. He looked up at me slowly, his eyes full of raw emotion, and my heart stopped beating.

"Yuugi, I need to know." He said brokenly, and I watched the muscles in his hands tighten as he clutched the puzzle like a lifeline. I was absolutely dumbstruck; I had no clue what to say to him. Questions were swirling around in my head like a storm.

"About what?" I finally asked, deciding that I needed to pinpoint exactly what was in question before I could properly respond.

"About everything." He said, giving a brief pause to contemplate his choice of words, "I-I'm getting back little pieces of my memories, and I need to know what's real and what I've made up, because Yuugi," He gave a deep, frustrated sigh at this point, as if struggling to put it in the right words, " It's unbelievable. I need to make sure I'm not going insane." He said, looking down at the puzzle. I sighed and walked forward to him, holding out my hand.

He looked up at it warily for a moment before slowly reaching up to grasp it in his own, allowing me to pull him up off of the carpet. I sat down on my bed and patted the space next to me, hoping for him to take the hint and sit down next to me. Luckily, he sat down quickly and turned to me, his eyes shining like he was dependednt upon my every word.

"Tell me what you remember."

"It was indescribeable. I wasn't able to feel you, I wasn't able to feel anything. I remember dueling, and I sort of remember some friends of ours. I remember going on an island to retrieve your grandfather's soul, and beginning to learn about the magic of the millennium items." He said. I sighed and looked upon his broken expression, knowing deep down in my heart that he deserved to know.

So I told him. I told him everything. Except, that is, our relationship.

It didn't seem like he was going to remember that, and I wasn't going to push for it. He meant enough to me for me to refrain from scaring him away or damage our relationship, even if it meant that I'd be unhappy for awhile. It was worth it to me.

When I was finally done with the explanations, we sat there in silence, his face scrunched up in concentration as he digested everything that had been said.

"Well, at least I know I'm not crazy anymore." He said with a small chuckle. I chuckled too, relieved that he didn't reject the entire thing. He was taking this fairly well. Most people would have called me crazy and left halfway through it. Then again, Yami wasn't most people.

"It can be hard to take in." I said, taking a deep breath, "You should probably go and pack, we have to leave in fourty-five minutes." I added. The explanation had taken up quite a chunk of our time.

"Okay, I understand." He said, getting up and stretching. He walked out, pausing by my door to say a quick, "See you soon," before continuing his path.

I sighed and stood up myself, deciding to go upstairs and watch the sunset for the last fourty-five minutes.

I left my bag down here, knowing that I'd be able to come back for it later, and honestly not feeling like walking all the way up the stairs carrying it.

I walked onto the deck, shutting the door firmly behind me.

I strolled over to the bench, running a hand along it softly in fond remembrance of when Yami had held me close. I glanced over the mountains, towards the rising sun and sighed, sitting down. It would still be another twenty minutes until the sunset, but it was still so beautiful, and promised to grow in appeal.

Yami's POV

I couldn't believe everything that was happening. It was so... overwhelming, the things that did happen. Not only that, but I couldn't get over the fact that the thing I'd most desprately wanted to be true, was not. Yuugi and I had only been friends, and that seemed like it was all we'd ever be.

"You look deep in thought." Remarked Kaiba's voice from behind me, his breath causing goosebumps to stand on my neck. I spun around to face him, and even with how close I'd thought he'd been, he still managed to be closer than I expected. I gulped, knowing that whatever he had to say would be very serious.

"I was just told everything, so yes I'm deep in thought." I growled, looking down.

"The problem is that you weren't told everything."

"How the hell would you know?" I snarled, bristling. Yuugi wouldn't lie to me, or even omit the truth, unless it was something that I really and truly didn't want to or need to know.

"Because I know Yuugi's personality." He said, and then after a moment's pause, added, "And I might have been listening in on the explanation he gave you."

"Well then what was I supposedly 'not told'?" I asked. Maybe Yuugi had just forgotten something? Seto was a dick, but now that I'd calmed down, I couldn't rationally see him lying to my randomly either.

"Listen, typically I'd love to watch both of you squirm until one of you finally gave up and admitted everything, but I feel too much like you deserve to know." He said pointedly, sighing afterwards.

"Then get on with it." I said pointedly.

"I'd like you to know about you and Yuugi." He said, and my interest immediately spiked. "You two were a bit more than friends." He said. I didn't really know how to react. What if he was just playing with my emotions? What if this was some elaborate setup to make me humiliate myself?

"Prove it." I said, standing up straighter.

"I thought you might say that." He said distastefully. I watched as he reached behind his back and brought out a small,m leather book. I reached out and took it in my hands slowly, studdying the patterned surface. "It's Yuugi's poetry book."

My eyes snapped up to meet his and I almost dropped the book right then and there. There was no way I should do this, no way I could invade his privacy like this. Curiosity got the better of me though, and I kept in grasped in my hands.

"You'll see. Turn to the pages I have marked, and you'll find out exactly how much little Yuugi likes you." He said, turning and walking briskly away. My fingers itched for me to reach out and stop him, but the feelings that were brewing inside me like a thunder storm made me stop.

I was arguing with myself. Do I do it and invade his privacy, or put it straight into his bag and forget that this ever happened? Could I let my curiosity tear me apart for the rest of my life?

I reminded myself that this might be my last chance to find out the truth.

I walked into my room, closing the door quietly behind me. I set the poetry book on the night stand and started to pack up my clothes.

With every item I put in the bag, the journal seemed to be taunting me with the possibilities of what was on it's pages.

What if this is your only chance? It seemed to whisper, What if he loves you?

I sighed in frustration and picked back up the book, setting my now packed bag on the edge of my bed.

"You look harmless enough." I said out loud, passing it back and forth between my hands.

The cover was a dark brown leather-type material, and I stroked down it slowly, enjoying the soft feel.

What could go wrong? I'd only look at the pages that he'd marked. Those would be the ones that applied strictly to me. It's not like I'd really be invading his privacy too much...

I turned to look at the side of the notebook. There were only three pages marked. Three pages that would tell me anything and everything I'd been wandering, just three little pages...

My hands shook as I slid off the strap binding the pages together. It felt almost like I was opening a vault, something that I had to be careful about. I grabbed the tab that Kaiba had made, the very first one. It was about halfway through the book, while the other two were a little farther away.

I hesitated, the tab still grasped between my fingers. It still felt wrong to invade his privacy, even if the poem was about me. What if he were to find out?

I took a deep breath and flipped the book open, flinching slightly. I digested the words on the pages quickly, as if for fear of them disappearing.

I'm in Love,

With someone I can't feel.

I don't know their heart,

I can't tell what's real.

I only Hope,

They love me, to,

Because if not,

I don't know what I'll do.

I was afraid at first,

he didn't seem real,

but now he's my love,

I've changed how I feel.

I stared at the page in shock. Was this...was this entry... about me? Hope rose in my heart. What if he returned my affections? 'With someone I can't feel', how could that be anybody else? I shook my head in wonder and eagerly turned to the next tab, flipping it open with much less hesitation then I had with the first one.

He really feels the same,

This is a great gain,

He truly feels the same,

The end of my rain,

He said he feels the same,

he's said he loves me back,

I know he feels the same,

And we'll never go back,

He must feel the same,

And I'm done with the pain,

Because he feels the same.

My heart skipped a beat. How could this be? If this was all true, he loved me back. I would get everything that I'd wanted and more.

Him.

I flipped the final tab, praying that this would give me some undeniable proof. I wouldn't have the strength to act on anything unless that was the case.

This has shattered me,

Oh so completely,

Why did he leave me,

Why can't he remember,

Now that he can feel me?

I have glimmers of hope,

That flow like a stream,

But even with that hope,

I could never quite believe.

This is all wrong!

He is here,

Yet

He's

Still

Gone.

I dropped the notebook. There was no way he could be talking about anyone else but me. He loved me back. He really and truly loved me back!

I got up and walked into his bedroom, putting his poetry book back in his bag. I knew what I had to do, and me nerves were suddenly on edge.

I walked upstairs and saw that Kaiba and Yuugi's grandfather were both packing the car and I gave a sigh of relief. Some privacy for this would probably be nice for both Yuugi and I.

I walked to the balcony doors, grabbing the handle. I knew by intuition that he'd be there. How was I doing this? My knees were shaking hard, and my breath caught in my throat. I took a moment to calm myself down. Yuugi was out there, looking at the soon to be setting sun. Looking very attractive in an all-leather outfit, might I add. I was about to get everything I had ever dreamed of.

I opened the door.

Yuugi's POV

I turned around when I heard the door open behind me. It was Yami, so I turned and smiled a little before diverting my attention back to the sun. I knew that he had to have had a hard time digesting everything, so I decided that it would probably be best not to speak.

He came over and sat down on the bench, and it bounced lightly, registering his body weight and almost seeming like it was adjusting for it. It took me a moment to realize that our legs were touching, and I tried not to melt at the warmth, reminding myself that he might catch on to my little...er,... attraction.

After a few moments of silence, he turned to me.

"There was something you left out." He said.

"What?" I asked, scanning my mind. I told him nearly everything; there wasn't much I could have left out...

"You told me a lot, but not everything." He said, reaching over me with the hand opposite the side that I was on, sufficiently caging me in. I gulped, feeling his body heat mixing with mine.

"W-what did I leave out?" I asked, trying to reisist the overwhelming sensations that seemed to engulf me. I mean, he was just being friendly! Really, really friendly!

He reached up with the hand that wasn't entrapping me and guided a finger along my jaw slowly, guiding my face up so that I was looking into his eyes. I couldn't contain the shiver that ripped through me now, even if I'd wanted to.

"Us." He purred, closing some of the distance between us slowly. Hope rose in my chest as his lips hovered so close to mine. I really couln't help myself at that point. I reached up and grabbed his shirt, yanking him the last half an inch further.

I felt his jump as our lips touched for the first time, and our connection went through me like electric. I kissed hungrily, like a starving man would eat. I'd been waiting so long for this, for him. My entire body was on fire from the passion and heat of our first kiss, and he kissed back just as enthusiastically. I reached up and tangled my fingers in his hair, using the leverage to pull him closer.

Finally breathless, I reluctantly parted our lips to breathe. I was panting heavily at this point. One look back to him, though, and I couldn't help myself from kissing him again. The second kiss held just as much fire as the first, and I shivered and shuddered against him, trembling from just how good it felt to be with him.

He had to break off the kiss this time, and I watched as he panted. There was just something so satisfying about knowing that he had been worked up like this over me.

There was a knock on the glass door from inside and I looked over to see thta Kaiba was smirking. Heat rose in my face as he opened the door a touch, and I jumped off the bench conpletely, feeling cold now that Yami's body heat had been left behind.

"We have to go, you two should grab your things." He said. After a moment's hesitation, I began to quickly walk forward with the intentions of doing just that. Yami reached out and he grabbed my hand in his. I could feel the smile on my face brighten as we walked to our respective rooms, letting our fingers slowly side out of each other's grasps. I grabbed my own things quickly and came back out as soon as was physically possible, seeing him standing outside of his room, too.

We made eye contact, and neither of us could help ourselves. He walked over slowly and his lips were on mine, causing electric to shoot through my veins and making me woozy in a way that nothing else could. I took a small step forward to bring us even closer, making a contented sound in the back of my throat. I felt my bags slowly slipping along with my concentration, and heard the soft thud when they hit the floor.

He broke off the deep kiss and started giving me repeated smaller kisses, making me smile broadly. I giggled inbetween them, thinking about grandpa and Kaiba being forced to wait on us in the car.

"We'll have the entire fourteen hour plane ride, they're waiting on us!" I managed. His arms were suddenly around me again, and my train of thought flew straight out the window.

"Not. Long. Enough." He growled playfully, pressing our lips together heatedly again. I smiled and shivered, reaching up to tangle my fingers through his wild hair again. It would probably be in awful condition by the end of this flight.

Suddenly, a throat was cleared behind us, and Kaiba was there, looking a mixture of amused and just flat-out annoyed. Yami reluctantly let me slip from his arms and we picked up outr bags again, following Kaiba up the stairs, (which seam a LOT heavier when you're carrying luggage) and out to the car where grandpa was waiting.

"I love you." Yami mumbled, leaning down to give me a nice, chaste kiss. It couldn't go on too long since my grandfather and Kaiba were both in the front seat at the moment and could be looking back at any time to see what was taking so long, but it held all the fire and passion as the other ones.

"I love you, too." I whispered against his lips. He walked around the car and opened up the door for me, helping me up.

The gigantic, collasal titan of a car was one thing I wasn't going to miss.

I couldn't help but still be happy despite leaving this place. I'd gotten the love of my life, his kiss was everything I'd imagined it would be and more, and...

I had a feeling that the plane ride was going to be very, very fun.