Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Frozen Tears ❯ Confusion and Reassurance ( Chapter 4 )

Randomasdf (Grace): Hey everyone! I'm back!!! THANKS FOR ALL OF YOUR REVIEWS - A FEW MORE AND I'LL HAVE A HUNDRED!!! ^.^

Bakura: <cynically> Uh, right - if you consider twenty a "few."

Randomasdf (Grace): Bakura, I DON'T need your comments right now - you're distracting me!

Yugi, Yami, Ryou, Malik, Marik, Seto, and Jou: YEAH BAKURA - STOP DISTRACTING HER!!!

Randomasdf (Grace): Uh - thanks. ANYWAY, special thanks go to Mirror Image and keto saiba for adding me to your favorite authors list! (And once again, I thank those who I've already thanked - please see previous chapter for names!)

Malik: Yeah, yeah. Hurry up!

Seto and Jou: FLUFF ALERT!!!

Yugi, Yami, Ryou, Bakura, Malik, and Marik: <catches on> FLUFF ALERT!!! FLUFF ALERT!!!

Randomasdf (Grace): <sweatdrop> I know I promised heavy fluff later, but I think this chapter will have light fluff once again. PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!!

Bakura: Now THIS, is a VERY difficult task.

Ryou: Bakura! You'd better hold that temper - or else -

Yugi: <gives innocent look> Or else what, Ryou?

Marik: <slaps forehead> Yugi!

Yugi: <still looking innocent with huge eyes> What?

Yami: Awwwwwwwwww! Aibou is SO cute! <winks at Yugi>

Yugi: <blushes, then pouts as everyone shuts eyes immediately> I STILL don't understand what's going on though!

Yami: <glares at Ryou> My poor aibou DOES NOT need to be exposed to that!

Ryou: I was GOING to say that Grace wouldn't continue the story before I was RUDELY interrupted! What did you think I was going to say?

Yami and Marik: <turns red with embarrassment> Uh - never mind.

Seto: You guys better get your minds out of the gutter.

Jou: Honestly!

Randomasdf (Grace): Oh my God - I can't believe I just made you say that!

Malik: <sarcastically> Yeah - thanks a lot. My poor mind is suffering from bad mental images.

Randomasdf (Grace): Malik! Stop that! Ryou, since you started this whole mess, you have to say the disclaimer!

Ryou: <mutters> Fine, fine. <straightens up> Grace does not own anything even REMOTELY related to Yu-Gi-Oh!, except for maybe the plot of this story.

Randomasdf (Grace): Thank you Ryou. Now, please - no more of that kind of implication.

Ryou: It's not my fault! You made me say it!

Randomasdf (Grace): Whatever. On with chapter 4!

A/N: This chapter will probably have light fluff and more character interactions and dialogue. I'm not exactly sure where the plot will take me in this chapter, so bear with me. So, sit back and follow along with me! CLARIFICATIONS: "Chamber slave" means a housekeeper kind of person, and "personal slave" is someone who tends to one person's EVERY need. Also, "Yug" is Jou's nickname for Yugi, kind of like it is in the English dub version. Oh - and Hathor is the Egyptian goddess of love, beauty, and music - kind of like an Egyptian Aphrodite. I don't need to explain who Ra is, do I?

I present to you with no further ado - chapter 4!

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|-|Frozen Tears|-|

By Randomasdf

~CHAPTER FOUR - CONFUSION AND REASSURANCE~

Jou flickered his eyes over Seto, admiring the stranger's muscular body.

`Oh my Ra! I must get those thoughts out of my head now!' he scolded himself.

The High Priest stood before the fair-haired (ex-)slave, his icy eyes locked upon the figure upon the floor. He didn't move, glued in that position, transfixed by the sheer beauty of the creature who was once used for Ra-knows-what. A sharp, jerking emotion tore through his heart as the former servant sat up, revealing large purple bruises painted up the sides of his lightly tanned legs.

Seto sighed breathily, his gaze never lifting from the mysterious individual. Jou seemed to notice the sympathizing look as he shifted the tattered robe to conceal the marks.

"Jou!" Yugi yelped again, running toward his seated friend.

Jou frowned at Seto and Yami briefly before answering. "I'm okay Yug, I'm not afraid of these loonies." Seeing the murderous glare from the Pharaoh, he added, "Even if they call themselves the leaders of Egypt."

A flash of hurt crossed Seto's face before he retained his usual cool attitude. "You WILL respect your betters, ESPECIALLY your Pharaoh," he boomed, gesturing toward himself and Yami.

Jou recoiled slightly under the commanding tone of the Priest's vibrant voice, while Yugi backed away - right into Yami.

"Oh! I am sorry, your Highness," Yugi mumbled incoherently, while his usual pale skin flushed to match Yami's blood-red irises.

Simultaneously, the Pharaoh blushed at the close contact. He swiftly composed himself before his emotions seeped through his mask. Marik looked back and forth between the pink Pharaoh with his reddened look-alike and the frowning High Priest with a glaring Jou. A wide smirk was plastered upon the merchant's unreadable face - his uncanny ability to "read" people was a gift that his bloodline possessed.

Sensing their friends' uneasiness, Malik and Ryou jumped from their hiding places, ready to spring an attack if the situation called for it. However, they were met with four distraught teenagers and one all-knowing vendor.

Upon hearing Ryou and Malik's presence, Yami turned as his lips curled into a cruel sneer. "My, my, who do we have here?"

Meanwhile, Bakura remained under the bookshelf, aware that his appearance would probably result in his death.

"I hope you aren't bothering our friends here, PHARAOH," Malik snickered.

"Or you'll have to answer to US," Ryou finished for him.

"How DARE you speak to the Pharaoh like that!" Seto hollered.

Pharaoh Yami held up a silencing hand. "I can handle this one, Seto. Thank you." Turning to the two defiant teens, he added, "You KNOW what happens to disrespectful citizens, right?"

"We will do anything to help our friends!" Malik and Ryou roared.

As Yami opened his mouth to send out the execution command, he felt a small gentle tug on his sleeve. He lowered his crimson gaze to fall upon Yugi, who was looking at the Pharaoh with pleading eyes, tears threatening to spill over the edge. Warm amethyst orbs filled with purity and innocence stared deep into Yami's cold scarlet glare, full of unknown secrets.

The Pharaoh gulped under Yugi's intense, yet silent act of begging. Heaving a sigh, he reluctantly gave in. He waved his hand in an informal act of forgiveness. Seto stared at his friend with a hint of disbelief and smiled internally. Maybe there was a chance for the icy fortress around Yami's heart to melt. He looked over to Yugi and shot him a brief fleeting grin. Although the petit boy was confused, he sent his own small smile back.

Malik and Ryou were even more puzzled. They had thought that it was the end for them.

Apparently not.

"You four," Yami said, pointing to Yugi, Jou, Ryou, and Malik, "will come with us and be our slaves, for you broke the law by running away. AND, you two will come to the palace to discuss your new jobs," he continued, pointing at Marik.

"Us TWO?" Marik asked, perplexed. "What new jobs?"

"Whoever is still hiding should come out now - I can sense your Millennium Item. There is no use trying to conceal it!" Yami commanded. Turning to face Marik, he added, "The Prophecy of Ancient Kings state that the bearers of the Millennium Items are to have their criminal record cleared and new jobs within the Pharaoh's counsel," he elaborated while growling.

At that same time, a certain tomb robber was cursing at the golden ring around his neck in every tongue with every word of his knowledge. "Damn this cursed Ring!" he nearly shouted.

Everyone looked up, searching for the source of the voice. Being the experienced plunderer he was, Bakura still remained hidden from the naked eye. Yami, however, was growing impatient. Since he did not wish to waste his coveted Shadow Powers, he motioned for Seto to take care of this trivial problem. The High Priest held out his Millennium Rod and concentrated. Bakura's Millennium Ring began to glow yellow-green as he yelped loudly. His Ring began to slowly pull him toward the Rod.

The process took mere minutes - Bakura now stood in front of the Pharaoh and High Priest, eyes wide. "What did you do?" Marik asked quietly.

"Simple tracking spell," Seto stated plainly.

Yami inspected the addition to their group. The white-silver locks seemed so familiar. Suddenly, realization swept over him.

"So, we meet again - oh infamous tomb robber Bakura," he sneered.

Bakura's harsh brown orbs widened even more at the mention of his name. "Pharaoh," he said mockingly, "I am honored that you would remember me."

Seto, Yugi, Jou, Ryou, Malik, and Marik stood to the side, each equally confused and wanting some information.

The Pharaoh turned regally to face the six that stood in front of him. "Well, you see, Bakura was plundering the Great Pyramid of Rohankt about three moons ago. My guards caught him in the act and he was brought before me. However, being the trickster he was and still is, he managed to slip away."

Bakura's eyebrows furrowed. "Damn right I did. Or I would be dead by now."

`And I wouldn't have met Ryou,' he added mentally.

The six stood frozen, uncertain of what to make of the situation.

"Anyway, as I was saying, all of you will be coming to the palace," Yami added. "INCLUDING you, tomb robber," he said calmly, while internally laughing at Bakura's angered expression.

"I AM NOT GOING TO THE PALACE!" the platinum-haired thief retorted strongly.

"He is the Pharaoh and you WILL obey him!" Seto interjected.

Yugi, Jou, Malik, and Ryou sighed softly - it seemed as if they were fated to be slaves, the doer of other people's dirty work.

Meanwhile, Yami eyed the teen with tri-colored tresses with a look of longing and curiosity while maintaining his usual calm outward façade. Seto examined Jou, admiring how the late afternoon sun reflected off his crown, giving the illusion of pure gold. Malik and Marik glanced nervously sideways at each other, both not wanting to be separated, yet both afraid to admit it. Bakura sent a fleeting look of disdain toward Ryou, but his insides were tied in knots with unexpressed emotions.

**ABOUT 10 MINUTES LATER**

The two nobles strode out the door with four new slaves and two new counsel members in tow. The slaves owned nothing - they never had, and they never would. Bakura had nothing currently in his possession, seeing as he everything in secret. The sandy-haired ex-merchant held his belongings under his arm and on his back, the weight causing him to bend slightly.

The icy-hearted Pharaoh smirked, pondering the situation. `It's not like those two will do anything in my counsel, none of the members do. As for those four, they will be so fun to break! Seto is probably going to claim the one called `Jou' for himself - I can see the attraction between those two. Just like Marik and Bakura are attracted to their little look-alikes. As am I.'

Yami's ruby eyes expanded at his last thought. `I am NOT attracted to Yugi!' he reminded himself.

`Just keep telling that to yourself, and maybe one day you'll ACTUALLY believe it,' a nasty, cynical voice said in his head.

Just then, they reached the shining palace, situated at the far end of town. The slaves gasped at the sheer size and beauty of their new home. Before entering, however, Seto and Yami shuffled around to face the six.

"You," Seto commanded, pointing at Jou, "will come with me. From now on, you will be my personal servant. You will see to my every need."

Jou nodded numbly, scared beyond words.

Yami grinned with an all-knowing look, glancing at his friend. "You - Yugi - will be MY personal servant. You are never to disobey me, for that will result in grave consequences."

Yugi gulped nervously as he forced his own innocent amethyst gaze to hold Yami's crimson.

"As for you two - you," Yami continued, pointing at Malik, "will be staying with Marik as his chamber slave. And you," he pointed to Ryou, "will room with Bakura, also his chamber slave. And your additional duties will include kitchen work and tending to the animals."

After assigning everyone to their proper places, they climbed the smooth steps behind the proud king.

Turning his sapphire gaze onto Yami's back, Seto inwardly smiled. `Maybe little Yugi can teach the Great Pharaoh to love.'

The High Priest's gaze then landed upon his own slave, his heartbeat speeding up at the mere sight of his thoughtful honey-amber orbs. `And maybe I too will learn something.'

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Marik and Malik walked into their chamber as their slave escort informed Marik that dinner was waiting upon his bed, new clothes were hanging in the wardrobe, and that his bath was waiting in the adjoining room. He quickly bowed to the new counsel member and bade him good evening, not casting a glance at his fellow slave.

Marik looked over to the blond. His deep pools of lavender narrowed in concern when he saw Malik's sullen expression. "What's wrong?" he asked softly.

The tanned slave looked up in surprise at the gentle tone. "Don't worry Malik. In our room, you can do anything you want. You aren't a slave in my eyes," Marik answered the unspoken question. `Oh no - was that too obvious?' he thought frantically.

Malik's lilac eyes lit up slightly. "Really?" he asked, full of hope.

His "master" nodded, aware of Malik's resentment as a slave. "Really! To prove it, you can clean yourself off before me!" he added.

Malik scuttled off toward the awaiting bath, eager to wash away years of grime and discomfort. Meanwhile, the other sighed and leaned back upon his bed, nibbling at a purple grape. `Violet - just like Malik's eyes. Those deep, sensuous eyes. It's a wonder I've kept this in at all.' He thought solemnly.

Soon after, Malik reemerged from the room - loose, beige, cotton pants tied around his waist with a thin hand-woven belt. His bronzed chest was bare and small droplets of water ran down his muscled front. Marik blinked, trying not to stare at the exposed skin. A pink tinge appeared on his usually composed face as the simple sight sent shivers up and down his spine. Malik shifted to the side, looking for a shirt -

Marik drew a sharp breath.

Ugly blue-green discolorations danced upon his otherwise flawless back.

"Ra!" he exclaimed, hurrying toward the hunched slave.

Marik reached out a tentative hand, his fingertips gently brushing each mark. Malik shuddered involuntary at the tender caresses.

"Why don't you lie down and eat something? I will be back after I wash up," Marik suggested.

Malik almost whimpered at the loss of contact, but nodded as the he headed for the soft sheets.

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Bakura shoved Ryou harshly into their chamber. Ryou's large chocolate eyes were brimming with clear liquid as he silently prayed to Ra - hoping that his roommate wouldn't kill him.

"You will not cry! Crying is for weaklings! I will NOT allow you to be weak!" the taller of the two practically screamed.

Ryou, shocked, remained wordless, waiting for instructions of what to do next.

"You will bathe after me and put on these clothes," Bakura commanded, thrusting a plain, loose outfit into Ryou's hands.

Ryou nodded submissively as he reached up to take off his shirt. As he pulled the filthy article of clothing over his head, he heard a faint gasp of surprise. Angry red welts and healing lacerations were scattered across his pale torso. Ashamed, the slave looked away - hoping, praying, pleading that the gods would look kindly upon him. He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the blow that was never delivered.

Instead, cold fingers ran down his skin, almost in a caring manner. Ryou shuddered at the tingling feeling coursing throughout his blood. Their gazes met, and for a fleeting second, Bakura's icy mask melted, though it returned as soon as it left.

They both stood, basking in the dimming sunlight, mesmerized by each other's appearance and transfixed in each other's intense stares. Suddenly, Bakura snapped out of his trance and quickly removed his hand. Ryou immediately missed the fuzzy sensations and the way the world seemed to revolve around them.

`What is wrong with me? I can't think straight whenever Ryou is nearby! Please Hathor, please tell me!' Bakura begged mentally. "I will be back," he snapped frigidly to Ryou as he composed himself.

The silver-haired slave nodded knowingly as Bakura, quite out of character, ambled clumsily toward the neighboring bathing room.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The High Priest threw off his gray cloak, revealing silken robes of the purest sky blue. Behind him stood his new personal servant - the ever-so-defiant Jounouchi. Jou examined his surroundings closely. Never before had he seen such beautiful furnishings - cherry and oak trimmed with gold decorated the spacious area. His eyes flickered over to the large golden bed, covered with dark cerulean sheets hemmed and embroidered with gold thread. A sudden jolt of fear jerked throughout Jou's slender body as he trembled at his current thought.

Seto seemed to notice his new slave's uneasiness. "Your young companion calls you Jou - is this what you prefer to be called?" he asked soothingly.

Jou looked up, astonished at Seto's relaxing tone. "Yeah - that's what all of my friends call me," he replied.

"Will you let me be your friend?" Seto questioned delicately.

A pause filled the ambiance. Hurt filled the Priest's heart, causing it to ache horrendously. He averted his glittering azure gaze. Jou ran a hand through his unruly golden mane, contemplating his options.

"Yes," he stated simply and quietly, yet firmly, breaking out a toothy grin.

Seto raised his brunette head, not believing his ears. "Do you trust me?" he finally inquired.

Jou thought before responding. "Yes - though you tend to be kinda scary at times," he said carefully.

Seto chuckled softly. "It is a mask that I put on in public - to appear intimidating and to show authority over people. However -" he gestured for Jou to lean in, "Pharaoh Yami seems to wear his mask permanently - well, at least until someone can remove it and teach him to love," he breathed into his servant's ear.

Jou quivered pleasantly as Seto's warm breath engulfed his earlobe.

"If you would like to bathe, there's a hot bath waiting in the adjoining room, my bathing chambers." the High Priest offered kindly.

"Thanks! I'll take ya up on that offer!" Jou exclaimed, happy to make a new friend.

Forgetting his self-consciousness, he removed his dusty top, revealing revolting contusions that enveloped his slender figure. Seto, risked a quick glimpse at his beautiful servant, not wanting him to think that he was intruding on his privacy. However, what met his vision caused him to inhale sharply.

"Who did this to you?" he cried, exasperated, as if he could feel his pain.

"M-m-my old masters," Jou replied, a lone tear escaping his darkened eyes. "And my father," he added almost hesitantly.

"Your own flesh and blood would inflict such damage to you? How DARE he?" Seto bellowed, getting more and more enraged with each passing second.

"He sold me after my mother left with my sister," he continued, reminiscing on painful memories, each ripping at his inner soul. Two more silver tears trailed down his delicate face.

Seto reached out and brushed the salty liquid from Jou's soft features. He pulled the servant into a loose comforting embrace. Both felt heat rush up to their cheeks at the intimate contact, but lucky for them, neither of them saw it. They stayed in that position for some time - rocking back and forth calmingly as Seto whispered reassuring words to Jou while stroking his silky flaxen tresses.

~*~*~*~*~*~

`I will be strong - for mother and grandpa! I WILL NOT give in! I just can't!' Yugi told himself resolutely. `After what I have gone through, I will not give in now!'

Pharaoh Yami glanced down at his new slave, who appeared to be lost within his own contemplations. "Slave," he sneered degradingly.

"Pharaoh - I DO have a name, you know," he snapped back, aware of what it may cost him.

Yami's usual scarlet irises deepened to a sinister burgundy hue - never had he been spoken to like that!

"As do I. But if you know what is good for you SLAVE, I suggest that you do what you are told and not speak without permission!" Yami warned, while at the same time wondering why he had not put him to death yet. That was twice he had talked back! Why was he so patient with this servant? What made Yugi so special?

`Oh - I can name a few things,' the voice in the back of his head answered. `He's so pure, innocent, beautiful -"

`BEAUTIFUL? Where in the Underworld did he get that thought? I must be losing it,' he thought bitterly.

True, Yugi was a true innocent. His violet eyes could see through souls and a permanent aura of purity radiated from the angelic teen - his angel.

`MY angel? I have definitely gone mad,' he shook his head again.

Yugi, by this time, was very puzzled, and raised a quizzical eyebrow at the ruler, who was still confused over his own thoughts. Yami waved it off, dismissing his previous thoughts.

Shrugging, the two reached the Pharaoh's chambers - there were four guards stationed in front of the door and he beckoned one of them to open the jewel-encrusted door. Yami swept gracefully past the entry, with a stumbling Yugi on his tail. The amethyst-eyed slave gasped as he examined the room and its possessions. Nearly everything was gold with embedded jewels! Yugi rubbed his eyes, not believing in the riches in front of him.

The Pharaoh moved to his dressing chamber, adjacent to his sleeping chamber (the current room), and began to undress himself. He motioned for Yugi to assist him. Sighing, the Pharaoh look-alike bounced over to aid his master.

Yami first threw off the thick cloak, relieved to get the weight off his shoulders. Yugi stared at the now royally dressed teen in front of him. Navy, fine cotton pants hugged his legs somewhat closely, and a loose, white silk, flowing, tunic-like shirt was draped across his upper body. Over these articles a regal ruby robe was hung around his shoulders. A fine gold collar adorned his neck, decorated with sparkling rubies and diamonds. Earrings dangled lazily from his ears, but what fascinated Yugi the most was the peculiar pyramid-shaped pendant that was slung around Yami's neck by a leather band. The Eye of Ra was etched into it, and it emitted a mysterious essence that intrigued the slave.

Yami noticed Yugi's purple gaze upon his Millennium Puzzle and laughed. "This, SLAVE, is the Millennium Puzzle. It gives me control over the shadow powers and it grants me the power of every other Millennium Item. Therefore, it is the most powerful."

Yugi's already widened orbs expanded even more. The Pharaoh took the time to study him scrupulously. A loose vanilla-colored chemise covered the creamy skin of his chest, and khaki bottoms covered his lower half, cutting right above his ankles. Yugi's petite body was perfect. Beautiful.

`Argh! I must stop!' Yami shook his head, scornful at his own thoughts.

At that moment, Yugi tilted his head up - the dimming light illuminating his silky strands of hair and his violet eyes glittering with an unreadable expression. Although Yami could have used his Millennium Puzzle to read his thoughts, he remained frozen, not wanting to intrude upon his privacy.

`Privacy? Since when did I give a damn about others' privacy?' Yami was lost, deep within unplaced emotion.

`I wonder what he is thinking,' Yugi wondered, examining the Pharaoh's look of surprise.

Plum and ruby locked for what seemed as eternity. Breaking the moment, the teenaged king turned away and scolded himself silently.

"Here," he finally grunted, tossing a new set of clothes at his personal servant.

Yugi, grateful for the garments, quickly threw off his grimy shirt. Angular crimson orbs stared, as a swirl of sentiments over took him - sympathy, shock, and disgust at the person who DARED to touch the poor boy. Bruises and scars covered every inch of the slave's front and back - marks signaling years of pain and suffering.

`WHAT???' Yami once again shouted mentally. `WHAT IS GOING ON WITH ME???' He re-questioned. `Maybe a bath will help clear my mind and sort out my emotions.'

"I'm going to bathe now - do not touch anything in my absence. You will be sleeping there," he informed, gesturing toward a makeshift mattress with several blankets on the floor in the eastern corner of the large chamber.

With that, Yami strode out of the room. Yugi flopped down upon the crude pallet, willing himself not to cry - why was his life so messed up? Here he was - the PERSONAL servant of the Pharaoh himself - the cruel, heartless bastard that never hesitated when it came to killing.

A solitary tear slid down his round cheeks, and he quickly brushed it away, once again embarrassed and angry at his own weakness.

"Ra help me," he sighed softly, his voice barely a whisper.

The slave drifted off into a dreamless slumber - his mother and grandpa within his heart, and his fears plaguing his thoughts.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Randomasdf (Grace): Another chappie done! I am so proud of myself!

Bakura: <growling> Took you long enough.

Yugi: That last part about me was so sad!

Yami: I'll save you, aibou!

Yugi: ^.^

Seto: <points Millennium Rod at Grace> I command you to write the next chapter now!

Jou: I agree with Seto!

Randomasdf (Grace): Don't you always? <Jou blushes> Anyway, since today is Friday, I will begin the next chapter right now. Well, when I finish posting this chapter.

Malik: <pouts> There still isn't that much fluff.

Marik: There's close to NO fluff!

Randomasdf (Grace): <sighs> I know, I know. I'll work on it.

Bakura: Excuse me! I am not THAT mean to my hikari!

Ryou: Just go with it, `Kura. It's part of the story!

Bakura: <goes red> I told you not to call me that in public!

Yami: HA HA HA! Tomb robber has a softie nickname! <Bakura glares>

Yugi: That isn't very nice, Yami.

Randomasdf (Grace): Stop arguing! I can't concentrate!

Yugi, Ryou, Jou, Seto, Malik, Marik: Yeah! SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Grace can't concentrate! You know what that means!

Bakura: Actually I don't.

Yami: Tomb robber no baka. Here - lemme HELP you - Grace not concentrating = slow update of next chapter. <Bakura shuts up almost immediately>

Randomasdf (Grace): It'll get a bit more fluffy in the next chapter, especially after those scenes at the end in each of the rooms.

Yugi, Ryou, Jou, Malik: Why are we so bruised and cut up?

Randomasdf (Grace): It adds more drama to the story. Angsty pasts = better storyline.

Yami, Bakura, and Marik: I'll save you hikari!!!

Seto: Um - right - and I'll save you Jou!

Randomasdf (Grace): I'm gonna cut these author's notes a bit short so that I can start on chapter five.

Yugi, Yami, Ryou, Bakura, Jou, Seto, Malik, Marik: Until chappie five everyone!