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Okay,
here�s a shorter chappie than the others, so Catti and I thought we would take a little time to respond
to a couple of reviews. I don�t normally do this as on one site in particular I
think it is frowned on. But right now I think they can go to hell. There were
too many of them that needed addressed this chap (and the last one as well).

Starting
from the top:

To
Cosmic Tomato: *glomps* First off let us say thank
you for your comments in the first chap! When we read the first review both Catti and I felt bad that someone had a problem with it
(claws came out). But you seriously cheered us up with that response! Thanks
again. And sorry for making this last chap so angsty
� it�s a gift (grimaces) born of circumstances.

Read_Right_Time: Sorry, sorry - didn�t mean to
(points to last comment.) I was in tears the night I wrote that chap for a
wholly different reason. Christmas is the worst time to lose someone, I know
that now.

Rae:
*sniffs* you hate us? *pouts* Yeah, I know what you�re talking about. *laughs* And don�t worry; this fic is in
its final stages so it should be updated every Saturday unless both Catti and I are sick.

Renaiya: Yeah I hate angst solely for angst �
there has to be something more to it. This one will get there. I just happen to
love a couple of hero�s with flaws, it makes them more real-ish.
No one�s perfect in RL.

Moriah93Ohio:
You�ve got that right � Yami�s nothing without Yugi.
But it�s also the other way as well, they both need each other more than they
realize!

YamiKitsune: *glomps*
Wow, both you and Cosmic Tomato! Thank you!!! *snickers* I know what you mean
about work. This 50+ hour work week sucks ass! Need to hear more from you when
you get the chance!

Atemu
Yugi Lover34: We truly are so sorry to hear about that! I can�t say much other
than it gets worse before it gets better. I will say a small prayer for your
friend as well next time. *hugs* It does help to talk.

Dragonlady222:
*hugs* Love hearing from you!!! Yeah, Atemu and Solomon are going through a
really tough time. And it was a lesson that Seto really needed to learn in
order to move on.

Seto
Kaiba�s Showgirl: Thank you so very much! �Love your fics as
well! And yeah this one has a rather dark first 3 chaps. We promise to update
soon!

Akina Kumitami:
We�re glad you like it. This is the first, er, post
canon (?) fic I�ve done (and co-authored) other than oneshots. We�re trying to keep the chars somewhat in their
element. And yes they were being rather stupid.

Evarinya: Thank you for letting us steal the name!!�
Neither of us realized it at first. And don�t you dare delete that fic!! I loved it. You just need to finish � if you want a
hand let me know. I�m thinking of retiring for a while!

SuzaShizune: Thank you! You�re pretty amazing
yourself! Both of us are pretty proud of this one! And you don�t have to hitch
a ride here � Moony and I might see you sometime this summer if we come up with
the money.

Chi-Eiki: *blows raspberry* Just forget about those people �
that�s a damn good story you got there. Thank you and there is plenty of that
in here. *snickers* Um, I ain�t got a clue who you�re
talking about. *whistles innocently*

Moondalian: We�re not going to intentionally
make you cry (but you might want to pull out a hanky for the first three). I
wouldn�t do that to you, would I? *blinks innocently* Yeah, its pretty angsty, but thank you for giving it a go! You�re still The
Bomb! Now when are we going to hear more from you? *taps foot impatiently* I�ll
be on tomorrow!

Rayemoon: *blinks* your review had me in tears!
Catti thought it was beautiful! To
hear that coming from an author of your caliber. Thank you so very much!
*bows* We both know what you mean. Just keep writing
and Catti and I will be happy readers!!!

Shamise, Wild4rose7cool, Kat the Koneko, Emma Blue-eyes, Kyuubi-kun,
Masami Mistress of Fire, Kasai-Sama, Manda, Yami-no-tenshi, Sakidaannuchicha, Kat: Thank you
so very much! *hugs* Updates are on Saturdays.

And
now on to the story!

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167
Days:

�Now
I want you to smile for the camera!� Solomon quipped as he snapped the picture
of the crazily grinning group.

The
old man waited patiently for Anzu and Honda to fix
their graduation gowns before snapping yet another picture. For him, this day
had been bittersweet. He got to watch the kids he�d known and loved forever
graduate. But his grandson should have been a part of this. It shouldn�t have
been this way. Not at all. A tear escaped down his
weathered face before he brought a hand up to wipe it away.

He
would put on a smile and welcome these wonderful kids into adulthood all the
same. They were his family as they had proven time and time again. Solomon
mentally smacked himself for his depressing thoughts. He was going to be there
for his adopted family today. It was their day.

Everyone
had gone wild at the end of the ceremony, throwing their caps into the air with
a loud cheer. The whole group had gathered together after retrieving their
caps, deciding to spend the rest of the day with the ones that they cared most
about rather than go on their senior trip after the ceremony.

So
they stayed behind in the darkening auditorium for pictures after the ceremony.
Someone had been kind enough to leave the stage lights on so they could at
least get some last photos before heading out.

Serenity
giggled happily, from the sidelines, at her brother�s exasperated expression
when Seto fixed his messed up tie. Anzu and Duke gave
each other a fleeting kiss on the lips before greeting Mai and Mokuba who were
waiting excitedly for Solomon to finish with the pictures before wishing the
group congratulations.

The
whole group was together for one final time before the real world took over
their lives and they were going to make the most of it. Or, well, most of the
group � as the nagging thoughts in the back of their mind reminded them
throughout the evening.

Atemu
sat in the darkened corner of the auditorium where the graduation ceremony had
been held, silent tears slipping down his face as he reflected on how his Aibou
would have loved to have been part of the gathering. He really wasn�t in the
mood for celebrating.

In
fact, Solomon had to all but threaten the royal teen to get him to come out to
the party. And even then he had yet to let anyone know he was here, staying
just out of sight for the entire ceremony.

�Sooo, aren�t you going to wish them well?� A not so welcome
voice came from behind the former spirit.

�I
do�and I can�t.� Atemu replied in a hoarse whisper, quickly scrubbing away his
tears with the palm of his hand. �Not to their faces.�

�Yeah,
that would mean leaving your nice little corner, wouldn�t it? And then they
would see the expression on your face��

��and
they would lose all the joy that should be a part of this occasion.� Atemu
finished bitterly. �Hello Bakura.�

The
white haired teen took a seat next to his once enemy, considering him a friend
of sorts now that the truth had been sorted out. He noticed that the other teen
looked a little better than the last time he saw him. At least he wasn�t as
thin as he had been, or as pale. But the haunted, pinched look still hadn�t
left those regal features. And it worried Bakura to no end.

�I
can�t imagine. And I don�t want to. But this isn�t helping. You can�t watch
life from the sidelines.�

�But
I can�t exactly live either.� The former Pharaoh refused to look at the person
who had all but bullied him into not giving up on life. He couldn�t decide if
he hated him for it�or not.

The
ruby eyed teen�s recovery had taken well over two months. And it was still very
easy for him to get winded. Even when he was only doing the
smallest of tasks, like helping Solomon in the game shop. He still went
out to look for Yugi, but with each slowly passing day the hope of finding his
little one became less and less. He was so close to resigning himself to this
foggy half-life that he had been living for the past five and a half months.

�Hey guys�Atemu, how ya doin?� Marik snuck up behind the duo.

�Fan-fuckin�-tastic!� came the
sarcastic reply.

�Come
on man, the least you could do is go and say hi. Anzu and Duke are leaving later in the week. You won�t ruin
their day, contrary to your opinion.� Marik urged the smaller teen. �Even
seeing me didn�t send them into a fit.�

Atemu
folded his arms across his chest and snorted. �They deserve all the happiness
that life has to offer them. They don�t need me to remind them of what they
have lost.�

�So
that�s why you�re sitting over here in the corner. They don�t even realize
you�re here, do they?� Bakura asked.

�No.
And I don�t want them to.� Atemu turned his attention back to the joyous group
up on the stage�

�And
that is how you tie a tie. You�d do well to remember it in the future.� Seto
commented as he finished carefully weaving the fabric at Jou�s
throat. �How do you expect to make it in the business world without knowing
that one little detail?�

�I
don�t.� Jou said quietly, glancing away from the intense look in the other�s
blue eyes.

A
fist tightened around the tie as Seto gasped at the comment. �What do you mean you don�t?� He used his grip on the
material to bring Jou�s awareness back around to him.

�Come
on man�we all know I�m not smart enough to go to college. The test scores said
it all!� The loud comment drew the others� attention to the pair.

After
glancing around at the rest of the group until they averted their eyes, Seto
hissed. �Only because you fell asleep halfway through the
test. All that proves is that you don�t get enough sleep! Not that
you�re stupid!�

�You
really are somethin� else man.� Jou glanced back at
the blue eyed teen, incredulously. �I just said I was stupid. You don�t need to
argue with me just to start a fight! You won, I admitted it!!�

�I�m
not arguing for the sake of argument! You are NOT stupid, and I know it.� Seto lowered his voice. �Wasn�t it you who
answered Ryou�s question on the differences between
schizophrenia and paranoid schizophrenia with delusions in Psychology class?
You�re a hell of a lot smarter than you think.�

Jou
just looked at the other teen, stunned. He didn�t know what to say. Finally,
shaking his head to clear his troubled thoughts, he said quietly. �You remember
that? Hell, I barely remember that day�how is it you remember?�

The
taller teen leaned in closer, his very breath skating across Jou�s ear, to whisper. �I remember most of what you say.
You can do anything you put your mind to�just keep that in mind, would you?�

Embarrassed,
the blue eyed teen started to walk away, until Jou caught a hold of his arm.
The blonde would be damned if he would let this opportunity slip away. It was
the closest that he had ever been to his secret crush.
And the other teen had all but admitted that he felt the same. Letting go of
the breath that he hadn�t known he had been holding, he drew the other teen
back to him gently.

�Look�I, uh�that is�if you�re not busy later. I was wondering if
you wanted to do somethin��with me.� He stuttered,
glancing in the direction of the rest of their group � who were all pretending
to be interested in everything but the whispered discussion.

Looking
resolutely at the ground, Seto replied. �I would like that very much.�

The
confident brunette had been caught off guard by the suggestion. It put him in a
situation that he neither understood nor had ever been in previously. All he
knew was that this gave him a chance to spend some time with the person that he
was beginning to suspect he had strong feelings for, and he wasn�t willing to
pass that up. Not even for pride�s sake.

The
group posed for one final picture before heading for the exit, so they could
get some food. Atemu gave one final glance around the darkened auditorium
before walking out after them, leaving his two newest allies to either sit in
the dark, or follow his lead. He didn�t want anyone else to notice him.

It
was bad enough that the gruesome twosome � as he had come to call them � had
noticed his presence in the back row of seats. He�d never forgive himself if
his presence ruined any of the new graduates day.

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245
Days:

�Bakura�could
you and Ryou meet me at the hospital, in the ER. Please�� Atemu�s shaky voice
sounded over the phone.

�What
the hell? What happened?!� Bakura all but shouted into
the receiver, causing Ryou to pause in the act of combing his damp hair.

Their
friend sounded like he was in the middle of a nervous breakdown. While he was
awaiting the answer the larger teen rummaged through the dresser drawers for a
pair of clean pants. He had a feeling that there would be no quiet night at
home for him and Ryou.

��its
Mr. Motou�he�s had a heart attack. I�don�t�I don�t know�if he�ll make it.�
Tears clogged the tricolor haired teen�s voice.

For
a moment the white haired thief was struck speechless. His jaw hanging on the
ground, he glanced aimlessly around their bedroom for some memory of what it
was he was searching for before that shocking announcement. Ryou, who had heard
the comment clearly through the phone, smacked him in the arm, sending him into
a flurry of movement. Clothes flew everywhere as he attempted to find something
that would fit.

��We�re
there. I�ll call the others. Just hang on.� Bakura swore furiously as he hung
up the phone, stuffing his legs into the nearest pair of pants he could find �
fortunately they were his. �Ryou��

�I
heard. You go try to find the keys; I�ll make sure everyone knows.�

The
smaller white haired teen dialed Jou�s number while
his partner fairly flew out of the room, looking for the car keys that seemed
to always mysteriously disappear whenever they were needed. Several phone calls
later, and Bakura reappeared in the bedroom, keys clutched firmly in his grip,
an insanely triumphant look in his chocolate eyes.

�Where�were
they this time?� Ryou questioned hesitantly.

�On
top of the refrigerator�don�t quite know how they got there.� Bakura grumbled,
shaking his head.

The
smaller white haired teen eyes watered. He shook his head once to rid the
impending tears before ushering his boyfriend out the door. It was an endless
source of amusement to their friends how the two of them always managed to lose
their keys, making them late to every event that was held that summer. And Mr.
Motou had been the last one to comment on it.

But
now was no time for idle remembrances.

Bakura
backed the car out of the garage and sped off down the road. It wouldn�t take
them long to get to the hospital, as they only lived ten miles away. Hopefully
they could get there before Atemu lost it. The scarlet eyed teen had sounded
really bad on the phone.

�Why
didn�t we know something was wrong�we just saw him at the last get together! He
looked fine!� Ryou slammed a fist into the dashboard furiously. The Motous� had been through enough, why did things keep
getting worse for them?

�Damn
it Ryou, I don�t know. He looked better�they both did.� Bakura answered
gruffly.

He
threw the car into one of the open parking spaces near the front row just as a
large black limo pulled to a screeching halt in front of the emergency
entrance. The limo�s driver wasn�t even fast enough to make it around to the
side of the car before the door swung open and Jou bounded out, followed by
Seto and Mokuba. Seeing the white haired duo�s approach, the blonde turned to
greet them.

�Who
else knows?�

�Everyone�I
got a hold of everyone.� Ryou explained as he caught up to the group entering
the hospital. �Mr. Motou�s room please.� He said
politely to the nurse lounging behind the desk.

A
couple of clicks on the keyboard and they were told the elderly man had just
gone into surgery, to wait in the fifth floor waiting room. It would be at
least a couple of hours before they had any news. The group hadn�t even stepped
on the elevator and Malik and Marik caught up to them.

�What�s
going on?� Malik questioned, out of breath.

�Mr.
Motou�s in surgery. I don�t know anything else. Atemu
should have the answers.� Seto answered him as the doors slid shut.

They
waited impatiently for the elevator to make its way up to the fifth floor. It
seemed to them like it took an eternity. By the time they got there, both
Bakura and Marik were wishing that they still had shadow powers. So much for spending a ton of tax dollars on hospital renovations
when the elevator could barely move above a slow crawl.

�Jesus!
It would have been faster to climb the stairs!� Marik complained loudly as he
backed out of the elevator, drawing the eyes of the nurses at the station down
the hall. One of them shushed him, to which he hissed back �whatever�

Atemu
poked his head out of a room around the corner, relief visible in his pinched,
pale features as he fidgeted with his hands. �Thank the gods! Were you able to
get a hold of everyone?�

The
group bustled out of the hall and into the bleak, dim waiting room where three
other people were sitting or pacing as they waited for news of their loved
ones� fates. Bakura could tell that Atemu had reached the limit of what he
could handle. His face was a ghostly white, his hands unsteady as he held them
out to shepherd the group into the room. The tricolor haired teen looked like
he was going to pass out at any given moment.

The
white haired thief rested his hands on the smaller teen�s stiff, trembling
shoulders as he drew him away from the entryway. �Just breathe Atemu�we got a
hold of everyone. They�re on the way. Come on; let�s get you into a chair
before you faint.�

Atemu
glared regally at the other teen with as much affront as he could muster,
before resigning himself to listening to Bakura�s
advice. He did feel quite like he was going to black out. How much more of this
shit were they going to have to go through before things started looking
better? Oh gods how he wanted his Aibou back. He hated depending on the others
to get him through these hard times. It made him feel weak, useless.

The
group made their way over to a corner of the quiet, depressing room, Bakura
guiding Atemu�s shaky form down into one of the plastic chairs. Jou and Malik
slid a table over, scooting more chairs around it so they could all get
comfortable � well as best as they could anyways. Seto flipped out his cell
phone, attempting to have some food catered in.

Since
Solomon had just gone in for surgery twenty minutes ago, and none of them had
eaten since lunch, it was a good idea to get some food coming � even if it was
just for decoration. Maybe the smell alone would encourage some of them to eat.
Especially Atemu, who looked at this moment as if he were on the verge of collapsing.

�Come
on Atemu�he�ll get through it. Things will start looking up. You�ll see.� Ryou
reached out to take hold of the other teen�s cold, shaking hand.

With
moisture gathering in his eyes, Atemu managed a choked whisper as he slid bonelessly back against the chair, unsure of what to do
with himself. �I hope so�I can�t�I can�t do this
anymore��

A
lone tear slipped down the side of his face before he furiously dashed it away.
First Yugi, now this. Maybe he shouldn�t have stayed.
Maybe it was the gods� way of letting him know that it wasn�t right for him to
remain among the living. Had he cursed his Aibou, his Aibou�s
family by sticking around, when by all rights, he should have been long dead?
What if this was his fault. What if he�

�Stop
right there!� Bakura commanded, sticking his face right in Atemu�s. �I can see
it in your eyes. This is not your fault. Don�t you understand that?!�

All
eyes turned to the two former spirits at the former white haired thief�s words,
holding their breath as they waited for Atemu�s reaction. Even though the three
newly reincarnated spirits had declared a truce and somewhat of a friendship
had developed, the former Pharaoh still valued his personal space. And it
wasn�t uncommon for him and one of the other two to get into it when they
violated that space.

Ruby
eyes hardened as Atemu hissed. �How do you know that?!
You weren�t there when Yugi and I were told that coming back would alter the
future! The two of you didn�t even stick around for the final warning that the
gods gave.�

�If
I remember correctly, we were told - by you no less � that
the two of you would take care of all of the intricacies of our return.� The
white haired teen drawled with a glare. �The Millennium items are powerless,
we�re completely mortal now. What else could they possibly have needed to warn
us about?� �

�I
don�t know�the last thing they said was that it has been locked in place. I thought they were talking about our
future�I don�t know. And that�s beside the point! The point is that our being
here has altered their future, starting from the time we walked through that
door!� Atemu shot back, helpless tears filling his eyes.

Bakura
sat back in the chair behind him rubbing his face harshly with his hands,
confused. �What the hell does that mean? It�s locked�?�

Atemu
dropped his head into his hands. He had no want to try and figure out what the
gods were trying to impart with that little, cryptic bit of information. He had
tried to figure it out before, and never came up with a suitable answer.

�I
don�t know�they said we would know when the time was right.� He mumbled, tears
sliding down his face to fall to the carpet below.

�Has
anyone heard anything? How�s Mr. Motou?� Anzu said
quietly from the doorway. Taking a quick glance around the room, she noticed
Bakura and Atemu�s aggravated condition. �What�d we miss?�

�No,
we haven�t heard anything yet�he just went into surgery about an hour ago�� Jou
replied.

��As
for these two hot heads, well you know them.� Malik finished with a shrug.

Anzu, followed by Duke, along with
Serenity and Honda, whom they had picked up on their way in to town, made their
way cautiously into the room, unsure if they were walking into a war zone or
just another part of the hospital. After pulling up a couple more cheap plastic
chairs, the group sat down to endure their long, agonizing wait�

Several
hours later, and the magnificent display of food lay on the table untouched
except for the very edges. Ryou had curled up next to his dark half and long
since fell asleep, unable to keep his eyes open this late into the night. Jou
and Seto were talking quietly amongst themselves, while Marik, Malik, Duke, and
Honda played a silent hand of cards with Anzu and
Serenity looking on. Atemu sat in his chair, his knees pulled up to his chest,
arms wrapped around his legs, watching the others as they waited.

�Will
he live�?� Mokuba quietly asked the distressed teen.

�Mokuba��
Atemu sighed softly. �I do not know�they have been in there for a while.�

�I
don�t want him to die.� Tears shimmered in the boy�s luminous grey eyes.

Closing
his eyes briefly, the tricolor haired teen got out of his chair and sat down
next to Mokuba on the small couch, gaining Seto�s
complete and undivided attention with the action. Wrapping a comforting arm
around the youth, Atemu held him close as he cried. It was a shame that the boy
would know such pain this early in his life.

If
it were up to him, he would shield the child as much as he could from this type
of mental agony. But it wasn�t his place, and he was sure that the overture
wouldn�t be accepted. Maybe it was better that the boy learned life was harsh,
and disappointing, and that it was hard to hold your head up day after day with
all the problems that rained down on your shoulders.

�Family of Mr. Motou?� An imposing, white coated man stepped
into the room.

Atemu
lifted his head, praying for a miracle. �That would be us.�

The
tall man walked sedately over to the group and sat down in one of the chairs.
�We were able to repair the damage done to his heart�but I�m afraid he�s had a
massive stroke. He�s in critical condition at the moment. We�ve done all we can
do�the rest is in God�s hands right now.�

The
group was stunned. They turned to each other with silent tears sliding down
their cheeks, as if to affirm that they were not the only ones to hear the
devastating news. Mokuba�s choked sobs were heard
around the silent room, and Seto got up to see to his little brother.

�Oh god!� Anzu sobbed
loudly into her boyfriend�s chest, unable to keep her tears from falling.

�Screw
your god! He�ll live! I�ll guarantee it!� Atemu slid out of his chair and faced
the doctor furiously.

�He
may live, but recovery is going to be long and hard, young man. I hope he has a
lot of help and support.� The doctor said in parting. �A nurse will be in soon
to inform you of everything that you need to know.�

The
moment the doctor left the room, Atemu�s lithe frame began to tremble
violently. He clenched his fists as he raised his gaze to the ceiling. Cursing every god that had ever thought to fuck with his life.
He stood there for a few minutes before he collapsed to the ground in a heap,
causing the others to jump up and come to his aid.

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Uh�oops?

Please
review?! And if you didn�t see your name up above than feel free to kick my ass
into gear. Trying not to forget anyone. So sorry if I did.

-thank
you, Tavi
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