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byline:
Anubis C. Soundwave

Chapter
Act Eight.

“...that’s
right, Fumi-chan.... Just right....” Senzo’s eyes
roll back in heady pleasure, his hips grinding beneath Fumiko’s.

-
- - - -

“Honda-kun?”
Zenime taps Honda on his shoulder.

The
brunet turns around. “Yes, Kinmura-senpai?”

“I...wanted
to apologize. I’ve actually behaved rather badly towards you.”

“...really?”

“Yes.
I was being stupid, and immature.”

“I
must ask you to forgive me....” Honda stares at Zenime,
bewildered. “I don’t understand how you could have caused
me any offense.”

“I’ve....
I’ve....” Zenime notes the blank expression on Honda’s
face. He...never noticed my efforts.... How funny! She smiles.
“Never mind.... Don’t mind me, Honda-kun.
Graduation jitters....”

“Understandable.
That man Tsukiyama: he could have killed you, or worse. You’re
still unnerved.” Honda smiles.

“Thank
you for tolerating me. Good day, Honda-kun.” Bowing,
Zenime leaves.

-
- - - -

After
listening to them explain Tsukiyama’s connection to Yukimura’s
abduction; Kuwabara levels a weary glare at the four senior youths,
the five teachers, and the principal.

“...how
long have you known?” he hisses.

“A-about
six or seven months,” answers Fujimiya.

“We
wanted to be certain we weren’t mistaken,” continues
another teacher, “before we accused Tsukiyama without cause.”

“Even
if he were innocent of that,” spits Kuwabara, “he still
killed my friend.

“Had
I been made aware--*”

“Had
you been told,” counters Ishitani, “you would have mauled
the man before anyone was able to build a case. There was no way
around it, Kuwabara-sensei.”

Kuwabara
glares at Ishitani in sullen response.

“Your
anger is justified,” adds Seto. “Nonetheless, it won’t
bring either of them back among the living.”

“I...I
know that. It doesn’t grant me comfort.” Kuwabara’s
curled fists tremble.

-
- - - -

A
dark-haired woman approaches Zenime as the now-former Domino High
student leaves the finished graduation ceremony.

Zenime
eyes the woman. “...Funahu-san?”

“Tetsuhiro-san
and I discussed what happened between you last month,” says
Funahu. “Your decision changes nothing.

“We’ve
decided to annul the marriage. It is in our own best interests.”

“But...you
and Tetsuhiro-san would be happy....”

“I
could not be happy, and he could not.”

“How
can you say that?”

“Oddly
enough, Kinmura-san; my suggestion has nothing to do with your
involvement with Tetsuhiro. Rather, I’m in love with someone
else.

“So
quit playing the martyr.”

“I
truly want Tetsuhiro-san to be happy. He’s a friend still, and
the brother of my best friend,” winces Zenime, fighting back
tears.

“Then
find out what he wants. He’s waiting in the car back there if
you wish to speak with him.” Funahu turns from Zenime, walking
towards the parking lot.

Zenime
studies the retreating figure a moment, then follows Funahu outside.

-
- - - -

Ishitani
studies Shizuka wearily. “Karupisu?” he asks,
starting to hand the girl a can of karupisu.

“Careful,
it’s spiked,” he continues, shaking his head. He yanks
the can back.

“It’s
alright.” Shizuka touches the young man’s forehead.
“You’re rather warm...” she muses.

“...nope.
I am drunk.... It’s just...that I hide it very well.

“Graduation
is over, and tomorrow’s the last day of school--but it’s
a formality for me. I can stay home tomorrow. So
I’m...getting...drunk.”

“I
see.” Shizuka grabs the can of karupisu from Ishitani
and opens it.

“What...are
you doing...?”

“No
sense in being drunk alone,” smiles Shizuka. “I like
spending time with you, Yoshikatsu-san.” The girl leans onto
the youth’s broad chest.

“But...you’re
different....” Ishitani winces.

“Different?
I don’t understand.”

“Out
of all the females I’ve been with before, only one of them has
ever meant a damned thing to me.

“But
as you know, she’s a married woman, and I really didn’t
intend to be her first.”

Shizuka
smiles wryly. “Fukei. What can you do?”

Ishitani
studies the girl a moment. “....when did you find out about
that?”

“About
my brother and Seto-san, or about the ‘payback’ you two
meted on him?”

“Your
‘niisan jumped to conclusions, and you know those two
have some sort of history. Shouldn’t you be angry with me,
though?”

“I
should, but you seem to have patched matters up. I asked ‘tousan
what to do, and he said to let it alone.

“I
decided to defer to tousan’s expertise regarding young
men.”

“...yet
you still don’t see why I love you so much....” Ishitani
gently squeezes Shizuka’s arm. “If we...get into it, if
we do this.... It’ll mean something.

“I
don’t know how to fucking react to that!” The large youth
bolts upright. “I mean...you’ve seen the hentai:
the girl is the main focus, you know? Her damn skin is pale and
perfect; she has detail and personality--she even has a name.

“But
the damn men pushing their cocks inside her? Fuck no! They are bathed
in shadow, like they’re animated by MADHOUSE or some other
cartoon company that uses too much shadow. All you can see is the
cock. All that fucking matters is the cock, pushing in and out of the
heroine’s mouth, ass, or pussy.

“When
I was younger, I used to wonder why the tentacle demons seemed so
fucking bored with it all--like the sex didn’t even matter to
them. But now I know; I’ve had a fucking epiphany.”
Ishitani grins crudely. “And I blame you.”

“What
did I do...?” asks Shizuka dubiously.

“You...you
had to treat me like a person, didn’t you? You just had to try
to get to know me, and like me. And it’s all sincere.”

“Why
wouldn’t it be?”

Ishitani
laughs, strangely hurt. “No one’s supposed to give a fuck
about me!”

“Aside
from your family, of course,” counters Shizuka, savagely
fighting to remain calm.

“...yes.
Them too,” Ishitani sighs apologetically. “But to other
girls.... I’m a dildo of flesh, a living Man-pillow. I’m
their big, happy sex toy.

“And
I was resigned to it; I knew my lot in life, and I’d planned to
enjoy it. But then I decided to approach you, and I thought I’d
cultivate something beautiful, meaningful.

“Damn
it; why’d I have to be right? More right than I ever knew I
could hope...?”

Shizuka
collects herself slowly, remembering a conversation with Seto two
years ago.

-
- - - - -

--flashback--

-
- - - - -

Shizuka
quietly slipped into Seto’s quarters, aboard the KC blimp.

The
executive barely acknowledged her presence, continuing to play with
his deck. “What do you want?” he scowled.

“May
I sit down, Kaiba-san?” asked Shizuka.

“You’re
already inside.” Seto shrugged.

Shizuka
sat. “...do you have any friends?” she asked after a
moment.

Seto
stopped fiddling with his cards a moment, staring at the girl who was
Jounouchi’s sister. “Friends...? Friends are
annoying....” The brunet returned to his deck, preparing a
strategy to defeat Yuugi in the Battle City tournament.

“So
you do have friends,” said Shizuka.

“I
never said that,” countered Seto, placing a Blade Knight on the
table. “I merely said they were annoying.”

“That
statement implies that you’ve had experience with the subject.”

“I
suggest you drop this line of inquiry. Now.”

“Oh.
I apologize. You just seem to be such a nice person.”

Seto
scoffed at this. “Young lady, you barely know me. I’m
mostly dismissive of your oniisan, and I have a grudge toward
his best friend. The other two, I hold not so much animosity towards
them. They seem sensible--at least until Mazaki tries to be an orator
regarding...no. I won’t open up that discussion again.”

“Do
you like Anzu-san?” asked Shizuka.

Seto
eyed the girl over a card. “She’s attractive. That
doesn’t necessarily mean I like her.”

“But
you don’t dislike her.”

“She
hasn’t given me reason to. None of them have, truthfully; I’m
just a bit of an asshole. Recent events--Kawai-kun, is it?”

Seto
winced at the unusual brush with death he and
his...acquaintances...had just narrowly escaped. All of which had
delayed his tournament’s final round by several hours.

“My
point is: at least you and your friends have some idea why I am what
I am now. It is my sincere hope,” continued Seto, smiling
ruefully, “that Mutou-tachi will all let me alone,
knowing what they know.”

“...why
would you want to be alone?” Shizuka asked.

Seto
took out his silver attaché case, opening it to reveal...a
great deal of Duel Monsters cards. He took out an old favorite of
his, the Deck Destruction card.

“Do
you see this, Kawai?” he asked. “This card can infect
weak people,” he continued, also displaying Saggi, “and
poison anything it touches; anyone daring enough to come close to
someone infected by the card is instantly destroyed.

“It’s
one of my better strategies.”

“Then
Saggi must be a very brave clown,” Shizuka smiled. “He’s
willing to be killed, knowing that his destruction will mean victory
for the rest of the deck.

“But
it doesn’t mean you have to follow his example; not in order
for your life to have meaning.”

“Interesting....
Truthfully, though; I don’t actually consult my cards to
dictate my life. I’m the master of my fate, you understand.”

“Despite
that, you’re a typical Scorpio.”

Seto
laughed at Shizuka’s quip. “I’ve heard drivel along
those lines since I was seven. ‘Oh, that serious boy Seto. He
stares at you so unblinkingly. He was born on October 25th.
Ah, a Scorpio.’ As if the random date of my birth explained all
there is to me.”

“I
wonder what Kaiba Gozaburo’s Western sign was.”

“Capricorn.
He was one of those annoying ones that act like Leos. Until I met
Mazaki a few months ago, I’d thought he was a so-called Leo.

“Now
that I’ve actually read the stupid astrology book Takara gave
me, it’s so obvious. The love of home and hearth, the strict
sense of order; and now, the wearily miserable Saturnian melancholy
and pessimism--which spreads to all within his sphere of influence.”

“Because
if a Capricorn is miserable,” said Shizuka, “everyone
will be miserable.

“But
I’m more into Greek mythology than astrology myself.”

“Now,
mythology I can swallow. At least if someone discussed that with me,
everyone’s agreed that it’s all fictional in the here and
now.”

“Who
is the most dangerous of the Greek gods?” asked Shizuka. “I...I
have to ask different people for a school project. I was working on
it before my eye surgery, and I don’t want to be behind.

“Aniki
says Here and Zeus, because their dysfunctional marriage is causing
friction throughout the pantheon.”

Seto’s
eyes widened. “I’m amazed bonko--your oniisan
had actually thought that through.”

Shizuka
sighed. “Aniki and I...can sort of relate....”

“I
see.” Seto faintly recalled a day when Jounouchi’s mother
had paid a surprise visit to Domino High, hectoring the blond about
his history grades. The first year student had spat out something
about a broken family; the mother had slapped Jounouchi, to Seto’s
quiet amusement.

Shizuka
continued. “Anzu-san says Poseidon, because he caused a great
deal of misery for people’s families. Honda-san says Apollo,
because he cursed Cassandra for spurning him.

“Mokuba-kun
says Hades, because he took Persephone away. I’d even asked
Isono-san; he said Pan, because he’s the god of chaos.”

“Pan
is not a god,” said Seto in deadpan, “he is a
bureaucratic redundancy.”

“What?”

“Do
you know what the Rape of Persephone, the Iliad, and
the Odyssey have in common?”

“All
of them had the Greek gods; but one is a regular myth, while two are
epic poems.”

“No.
All of them happened because of a goddess and her bastard son.”

“...that
could mean half the pantheon.”

“Aphrodite
and Eros. Love. There wouldn’t have been a kidnapping--and
subsequent famine--had Aphrodite not been piqued by Hades’
blathering; and there would not have been a ten-year siege of Troy
had Paris not chosen the Cyprian Queen in the beauty contest. Which
he did only because the goddesses had to bribe him, and Aphrodite
promised the coward Helen of Troy--who at the time was Menelaus’
wife.”

Anzu
poked her head into Seto’s quarters, overhearing that part of
the conversation. “How can you blame Aphrodite for that? She
just knew her customer. Paris was the typical type that thought with
his lower brain.” She pointed at her loins for emphasis.

“You
keep doing that, Mazaki,” quipped Seto, “and I’m
going to use my ‘lower brain’ in the proper manner. To
stuff up all of your big, wet holes.”

While
the banter flew over Shizuka’s head; Anzu blushed, glared at
Seto, and left. The executive smiled slightly, unknowingly licking
his lips at the thought of fulfilling his promise. She...is
attractive. In her way....

Shizuka
stared at Seto a moment; the youth realized he was blushing, and
collected himself. “As I was saying,” Seto continued, “No
abduction of Helen, no ‘face that launched a thousand ships’.

“But
Aphrodite and her boy have caused more trouble. Ever read the old
folktale East of the Sun and West of the Moon?”

“I
actually have, for English. Still barely fluent.”

“It’s
based on an Ovidian myth in the Metamorphoses, Cupid and
Psyche. She also cursed Adonis, and basically killed Narcissus by
consuming him with overwhelming vanity--both committed the crime of
spurning her.

“I’d
rather deal with Here’s two-bit jealousy or Demeter’s
motherly grief any day of the week. I feel sorry for Hades, because
he’s actually the only good person there.”

“Love...is
the most dangerous weakness we’re all compelled to possess.”

“...you
make a good point. But what would the world be like without love?”
Shizuka asked.

“Hell
on earth,” answered Seto without hesitation or irony. “That’s
why we’re made to have the red strings binding us to people. We
have to concern ourselves with the needs and desires of others on
some meaningful level, or civilization would disintegrate.

“And
that is why I keep myself distant. I figure the fewer people I’m
bound to give a damn about, the less I have to worry about being
destroyed by love.”

“I
think you’re mistaken.” Shizuka folded her arms.

“How
so?” asked Seto.

“Love
is a creative force, not a destructive one. True love would never
destroy anything.”

“How
utterly naïve.”

“What
do you want from me--a jaded view of love? I’m only thirteen.”

“Your
parents divorced. I thought you’d understand that love isn’t
nearly that simple.”

“I
do understand. But my parents never did. They had childlike notions
about love, and they got burned by the reality.

“Who
is Aphrodite, after all? Where did she come from? Who sired her; who
gave birth to her?”

“No
one knew that,” said Seto, exasperated.

“Exactly.
All everyone knew about Aphrodite was that she was beautiful and
charming. They saw the face and body; but no one bothered to look at
her mind. Except for you.”

“And
Ares. I would hope being afforded a chance at intimacy with the
goddess of love would give him some insight,” mused Seto. “More
than likely her son also.”

Shizuka
nodded. “Isn’t there any myth where you wanted Aphrodite
to succeed?”

“...Pygmalion,”
answered Seto.

“Why
that one?”

“Because
I wanted Pygmalion to drop his world-weary cynicism. I disliked
Aphrodite less than I did him.

“But
I was ten at the time I had that impression.”

“That
doesn’t make you any less right. You had more faith in love
back then than you do now.

“It’s
still there, you know. You can still care about people.”

“I
care primarily about Mokuba.”

Shizuka
calmly stood to leave. “You don’t have to die, Kaiba-san.
After all,” she quipped, “you know what happened to those
other mythical bishounen who spurned her advances.”

The
girl left. Seto shook his head bemusedly, continuing to map out his
strategy for Yuugi’s defeat.

-
- - - - -

--end
flash--

-
- - - - -

Coming
out of her reverie, Shizuka studies the large youth. “Your
situation is like Pygmalion’s.”

“You
mean the myth where the sculptor falls in love with his own statue?”
asks Ishitani.

“Do
you know the reason why?”

“...a
bunch of jajauma on Cyprus wanted to ruin a good thing for the
bachelor Pygmalion. Couldn’t let him stay single, happy, and
half-broke. So they prayed to Aphrodite that he’d fall in love
with one of their daughters.”

“Hmm...and
Pygmalion received a visit from Aphrodite; at which time the sculptor
thought he could game Aphrodite with flattery. ‘Let me sculpt a
final statue, and you could be the model--for you are the essence of
beauty.’ And Aphrodite more than likely gave the foolish mortal
an indulgent smile.”

“Pygmalion
spent weeks on the statue, finished it. A flawless masterwork. And
the poor, stupid fuck fell in love with the statue.

“Unattainable
perfection.”

“It
seems to be that way. Except you must have forgotten the ending.”

“Ending?
The myth was so fucked up I concocted my own ending. Pygmalion knows
damned well he can’t have the statue for a wife, and definitely
not Aphrodite; so he offs himself.”

“Not
quite,” counters Shizuka, slinking onto Ishitani’s lap.
“Pygmalion begged Aphrodite to turn him into a statue, frozen
in a kiss with his masterpiece for all time. Except....”
Shizuka trails off, kissing Ishitani’s cheeks and neck as his
hands roam under her blouse.

Ishitani
kisses Shizuka. “...hmm. ‘cept what...?”

“Except
the statue...is brought to life instead.”

“...that
is a better ending....” Ishitani pulls the girl close, to
whisper. “I want to be with you.

“Hold
on.” The young man gently stops her from removing his uniform
jacket. “You are a child. Is this what you want? Do you
understand what you want?”

Shizuka
fixes a meaningful stare onto Ishitani. “Do you care?”

“...no--I
want this with you. But I care about you, and you should be
concerned.”

“I’m...glad
you didn’t say ‘You’re still a child’ or
‘You’re just a child’. In the end, it doesn’t
matter.

“I
love you, and I want to give a part of myself to you. Even if it’s
only for this moment.”

“You’re
not being fair. I can’t go back--not to the way I was. Not if I
have you.

“Don’t
you realize that I’ve just found out that I was hungry and
starving? Empty? I can’t go back to that empty existence. But
there’s no way in hell that I deserve you.

“You
haven’t begun to live yet, you lovely girl. Save yourself for a
worthy lover.”

“I
have.” Shizuka kisses Ishitani fiercely, and Ishitani returns
it in kind.

The
couple breaks off the kiss. “Are you trying to say that the
pupil has bested her teacher?” smiles Ishitani whimsically,
unbuttoning her blouse.

“I
am saying that we are equals now, rather than teacher and disciple.”
Shizuka removes Ishitani’s jacket and tank top. “Let me
love you....”

“Only
if you let me love you, little one.” Now clad only in boxers,
Ishitani cradles a bra-and-panty-clad Shizuka in his arms, then heads
to his bedroom; leaving their uniforms in a pile in front of the
couch.

-
- - - -

“...Anzu-ko?”
Seto holds the younger brunette close; both of them still drowsy from
lovemaking.

“Hn...?”
murmurs Anzu, lazily stroking Seto’s cheeks. “Come on,
you; let me sleep....”

“Just
let me know...if you can save one more dance for me.” Seto
carefully slips the engagement ring back onto Anzu’s finger.
“I’d like it.”

“...you
never give up....” Anzu smiles, stroking the simple gold band
with the sparkling diamond settings inside.

“Maybe
you shouldn’t fight me all the time.... You know I’m
right about love....

Anzu
mock-gasped. “You said that word.”

“I
know.” Seto grins softly. “I’m just breaking all of
my rules....

“It’s
fun. Didn’t I tell you, though?” Seto’s grin
broadens.

“I
remember: ‘love in small doses.’ I still don’t
understand why we should ration out our love.”

“Love
is a limitless resource, but we humans are limited. Only so much of
it we can tolerate--to give or take.

“Better
to love a little at a time each day, and savor it; than to
concentrate all of our love into one moment,” continues Seto,
“only to have none left for the days ahead.”

“Heh.
You’re so precise. That’s just what you said two years
ago.”

“We
said--and did--a lot of things back then.”

“And
not all of those events were unpleasant.” Anzu smiles, thinking
of all the memories--including the most angering ones. “Now...what
should a person say when he cares for someone?”

Seto
stares at the girl dubiously, but with a devious twinkle in his eyes.
“I love you...?”

“...sweet
talker,” muses Anzu sardonically, kissing Seto.

-
- - - -

Fujimiya
types up the last part of the Discovery Panel report.

“Hime-ko...you
always were a great typist.” smiles a voice.

“You
know I had to learn touch-typing, Mamoru-kun,” answers
Fujimiya with a mock-pout on her face. “My penmanship is still
quite lousy.”

Kusanagi
Mamoru reads over her shoulder. “This is rather perverted....
You can’t read this.” He clamps his hands over Fujimiya’s
eyes.

“Oi!
You!” Fujimiya tries to pull Mamoru’s hands off her face.

Mamoru
releases Fujimiya’s eyes, taking the history teacher’s
hands in his. “Listen to me, Momiji,” he whispers. “We’ve
been--more or less--together for over ten years now.

“I
could die in the next few months, when I’m sent back.”

“And
I told you before,” counters Fujimiya, “you’re
needed there.”

“You
may be right. But you need me; in the same way that I’m rather
cranky without sunlight and water.”

“...you
are still human, you know.”

“That’s
why I said ‘cranky’, as opposed to ‘dead’.”
Mamoru gives his girlfriend an exasperated snort. “Marry me,
you idiot!”

Fujimiya
stares at Mamoru blankly. “Ten years...and that’s the
best proposal you could come up with?”

“You
don’t make this easy, woman. You never did.

“And
even if you are a goddess, I’m not dropping to one knee in
obeisance.”

“A
simple ‘Will you marry me, Momiji?’ would have sufficed.”

“I
tried that! Three times. Once before I was called up for overseas
duty, and twice over the phone.”

“I...I’m
scared, Mamoru-kun. To marry you--knowing that I would have to
lose you...again.”

“So
am I. Do you think I want to die in a damned desert, and lose
you--again?”

“I...you
know I can’t be selfish like that.”

“Then
don’t feel that way. I’m the one being selfish for both
of us. I can’t deserve heaven, knowing I left you alone in this
world.”

“But--*”

“I
owe you my life, Fujimiya Momiji.” Mamoru stares gravely at
Fujimiya. “It’s possible that I could lose my life, and
you have my heart already.

“All
I have left to give to you, my hime-ko, is my name--with
everything that implies.” Mamoru strokes Fujimiya’s now
tear-stained cheek. “I just need to know if you will have me,
one way or the other.”

“I...Mamoru....”
Fujimiya flings herself into Mamoru’s arms, sobbing. “...yes.”
She and Mamoru kiss.

“And
we say...that it’s about time!” grins Kuwabara and
McNamara cheerfully.

Fujimiya
gently pulls away from her groom-to-be to pout at her two colleagues.
“...just how long have you two been there?”

“Long
enough to know that you two should have been married years ago,”
Kuwabara quips. “You have the domestic couple bit down pat.”

“Pretty
soon, we’ll be seeing small kids underfoot,” adds
McNamara, “from both you and Kuwabara. Hopefully I’ll
have retired by the time they’ve reached high school age.”

“When
the hell did you marry, Kuwabara?” smirks Mamoru.

“Hn...about
a month ago.” Kuwabara shrugs, his face breaking out a huge
smile. “She’s the best.”

“Why
don’t we celebrate, then; and let the brats here annoy each
other for the rest of the day?” cries McNamara. “It’s
not like they have any work to do. My treat.”

“I’ll
meet you all outside,” says Fujimiya. “I just have to
give something back to a student.”

“Take
your time,” smiles Kuwabara. “I’ll pick up my wife
from work. The woman insisted on getting a job.”

“Complaining
already?” quips Fujimiya.

“No....
But I’d never suspected Yukina-san could be so stubborn.”

“That’s
the way women are: marry them, and they change into different
people.” McNamara pats Kuwabara on the back as both men leave.
“Except that girl of yours did have a bit of a tenacious streak
to her. Always the quiet ones....”

Fujimiya
retrieves Seto’s pocket manga, putting it into her purse;
Mamoru waits at the door.

Closing
the purse, Fujimiya joins her new fiancé. “No cucumbers,
right?” she asks, ribbing Mamoru with an old inside joke.

Mamoru
gently squeezes the teacher’s breasts. “...you don’t
need them anymore, at least,” he smirks.

The
SDF soldier, grinning impishly, flees; with Fujimiya in pursuit.
“Ecchi!” she shrieks.

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- - - -

“What
will happen with Tsukiyama?” asks Yuugi.

Kazuhiko
sighs wearily. “He’s in prison, at least. How long he
stays there depends on his lawyers.

“...he
made a lot of money in this ‘secondary’ line of
employment.” Kazuhiko winces briefly, then his features
brighten. “I have no wish to concern myself with this. I’ve
graduated.”

“I
know. Congratulations.”

“Spare
me your congratulations, Mutou,” quips a voice. “You
know what I want from you.”

Yuugi
and Kazuhiko turn, finding the white duster-clad Seto with his Duel
Disk on his arm and a deck of cards in hand.

Yuugi
sighs. “And here I thought I could go one school year without
you dueling me.”

“Then
again,” adds his other self, removing a Duel Disk from his
satchel, “I’ve missed you.”

Kazuhiko
gives the rivals a bemused smile. “I’ll leave you two
alone,” he says as he leaves them to duel.

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Author’s
Notes:

JAPANESE
QUICKIE GLOSSARY

CH.
8

Fukei:
means “parents” or “older brothers”.
Shizuka’s using the latter.

bishounen:
handsome youth, cute boy/guy, pretty boy; i.e. - Kaiba Seto, Bakura
Ryou, Trowa Barton, Heero Yuy.... [quit drooling, fangirls. ;)]

Hime-ko:
hime means princess. ko means child in this usage, but
Kusanagi is using it as a term of endearment.

The
full JAPANESE QUICKIE GLOSSARY is the next chapter.

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FINAL
RECAP!

It
appears that this tale is ended, and that Fujimiya is a bride-to-be.

Yet
even now, at the end, questions remain. Have the goals of Discovery
been achieved by the Panel? What is Tsukiyama’s final fate? How
did Shizuka find Seto’s private quarters, all those years
ago...?

And
greater than all questions past, what is the outcome of this new duel
between Seto and Yuugi?

All
of these...can be answered another day. Perhaps, another tale...?

Please,
do review. I hope you did enjoy.

:D
Change GETTA :D

Disclaimer:
Except for any original characters, all characters in this story
belong to Kazuki TAKAHASHI, Yoshihiro TOGASHI, and Yuzo TAKADA, and
are being used for the purposes of fan fiction. The author will not
make a profit off this work; it is of a recreational nature. The
author’s rights to all original characters are reserved.
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