Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh or Kanojo Ni Naru Hi

Chapter 1

"Ugh! I give up!"

Yuugi threw himself backwards dramatically on his bed, tossing his pen across the room in the process. "Why the heck does it matter who painted the Sistine Chapel? Why can't we just label all art "done by some old dead guy" and be done with it?"

The other person in the room chuckled, leaning against the bed as he scratched out something on his homework.

"I think you'd insult a lot of people trying to do that." Said Yami, Yuugi's best friend and current study partner. "Michelangelo was a genius of his time. It's important to document history and learn from it. Even art has its purpose."

"How do you know who painted the Sistine chapel when you're not even taking art appreciation?"

"Because I pay attention."

Yuugi scoffed. Normally he listened when Yami went into lecture mode, but he wasn't in the mood for it. He had just spent the last three hours doing algebra homework and then studying for his art appreciation test. He pressed his hand against his face, pulling down and effectively stretching the skin on his face.

"Remind me why I'm taking this class again?" Groaned Yuugi.

"Because of Anzu?" said Yami.

"Right, because of Anzu."

Anzu Mazaki was one of Yuugi's other best friends and current crush. The girl was practically perfect in Yuugi's eyes. She was kind, beautiful, a wonderful dancer, and didn't make fun of his height. He'd had a crush on her for the last few months and had even signed up for the some of the same classes just to spend more time with her. But that meant he ended up studying for hours on subjects he couldn't stand. Like art history.

"Do you think she's ever consider going out with me?" asked Yuugi, staring at the ceiling as he thought out loud. "I mean, I know we've got a lot of differences, but I don't think those things matter in the long run. I wonder if she even sees me as a man."

Yuugi heard the shuffle of paper and felt his bed dip. That was the only warning he had before Yami poked him in the side.

"Stop that." Cried Yuugi, suppressing the urge to laugh as he slapped away Yami's hand.

"No can do Yuugi." Said Yami, his tone completely serious. He was sitting on the bed, hovering above Yuugi while he wiggled his fingers threateningly at him. "You've been moaning for the past hour about Anzu and school. This is your punishment for making my ears ache."

"Don't you dare." Growled Yuugi, trying and failing at being intimidating if the gleam in Yami's face was anything to go by. The next second, he was assaulted by Yami's wiggling fingers as they poked and prodded at his stomach and sides.

"Gah! St- Phht Aahha. Sto– haha – op it! Ahhah - Yami I can't- hahah – b-breathe!"

Mercifully, the tickling finally stopped, and Yuugi took huge breaths, filling his lungs with much needed air. He stuck out his lip in a pout, staring at his friend who was still sitting on the bed.

"That was just mean." Said Yuugi.

Yami shrugged, looking completely unapologetic. His red eyes were shining in amusement. "I was sick of listening to you. When are you going to finally buck up and tell her how you feel?"

"That's easy for you to say." Scoffed Yuugi. "You're not the one confessing."

"Would you like me to do it for you?"

Yuugi sat up on the bed, as if struck by lightning. "You wouldn't!"

Yami smirked waggling his eyebrows at him. "I'll even write a love letter for you. This is what it will say: Dear Anzu. I love you sooooo much! But I'm just super shy and can't tell you to your face. So would you please say yes and give your reply to the stud that's standing in front of- Hey!"

Yuugi had shoved Yami, who had to place a hand on the bed to keep from falling over.

"You are such a punk." Grumbled Yuugi.

Yami shoved him back, which in turn meant Yuugi had to return the gesture two fold, using his legs this time to kick Yami off the bed with a thump.

"Oof." Said Yami, "Careful, I nearly smashed my homework."

"It's not my fault you don't belong on the bed."

Yuugi flopped over onto his stomach, an elbow pressed against the bed to support his face as he stared at his friend, thinking. Yami was busy putting his homework together, carefully placing pieces of paper into his backpack and out of harm's way.

Yami was a good looking guy, even as a fellow man Yuugi could appreciate that. He had a strong lean build, a little on the short side but most girls didn't seem to mind not when he had those sharp eyes, the irises an exotic ruby. His dark hair stuck up in a star pattern mush like Yuugi's own, except it looked red when the light shone through the thinner edges of the hair. Yellow streaks of hair framed both his face and permanently exploding hair. He was obviously good eye candy.

"Hey Yami." Said Yuugi, "How come you don't have a girlfriend?"

Yami paused while zipping his backpack. He glanced at Yuugi, frowning.

"What brought this question?" said Yami.

"Well." Said Yuugi. "I'm just wondering why you don't have one. You're very popular at school, you've got good grades. You can be polite as long as pudding isn't involved. Heck, I've even seen some confession letters stuffed into your locker. So why don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Hmm. Well I guess because I don't want one."

Yami finished zipping his backpack, placing it against Yuugi's desk. The smaller teen rolled his eyes.

"Come on Yami, of course you want a girlfriend." Said Yuugi. "I know you're a secret romantic, despite what the general populace seems to think. There's no way that you aren't interested in having someone special."

"Ah... well there is someone special…"

Yuugi pressed his hands against the bed as he sat up, suddenly alert and no longer in the teasing mood. Yami liked someone? Was he being serious? Based on his friend's sudden interest in the ground made Yuugi think he was.

"How come you've never told me?" Said Yuugi. "When did you fall for her? No, forget that. Who is it? Tell me!"

Yami finally looked at him, eyes smiling as he shook his head. "No can do Yuugi. I'm not telling you who it is."

"And why not?"

"Because I don't want to."

"I told you about Anzu."

"Because you wanted to."

Yuugi rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll stop bugging you. But seriously this is a huge deal! Oh man, the fan girls are going to be so sad when you confess."

"That's assuming that I will confess."

"You will won't you?"

Yami didn't answer.

Yuugi narrowed his eyes at his friend. "So the great Yami Sennen can tell his friend to confess but he doesn't have the balls to do it himself. What's gotten into you?"

Silence.

Yuugi slid off the bed, joining Yami as they sat on the floor. He crossed his legs in front of him, waiting for Yami to say something. The guy didn't talk about his feelings much, but when he did Yuugi knew it was serious. Otherwise he wouldn't mention it. If he waited long enough, Yami would eventually speak. And speak he finally did.

"It's different with you and Anzu." Said Yami finally, running a hand through his hair. There was an obvious note of irritation in his voice "You've actually got a chance, whereas I don't."

Yuugi frowned. "You do realize that doesn't make sense. Anzu is here-" Yuugi placed his hand in their air in front of his chest. "While I'm over here- " He placed a hand a couple inches below his other hand. "-And then you're way the heck up here!" he stretched a hand up as far above his head as he could. "How the heck would you have less of a chance succeeding than I do?"

"It's not that simple."

"Explain then."

"They already like someone else."

"Oh."

Yuugi frowned in thought. "Then why don't you just steal them away? I'm sure if you amp up the charm, actually share your pudding, then they would fall for you instantly."

"What is it with you and pudding tonight?"

"You stole mine yesterday, remember?"

Yami gave a soft chuckle. "You were the one that left it unattended."

Yuugi smiled for a moment, then the smile slowly slid off his face as he studied Yami. Out of the ten years they had known each other this was the first time ever Yuugi had heard of Yami liking someone. It sucked that Yami was going to let his first love go like that. Much like how Yuugi was letting his own crush on Anzu go.

Yuugi stood up, suddenly struck by a great idea.

"What about this Yami!" he said excitedly. "If I confess to Anzu, will you confess to your crush?"

"Yuugi, I'm not going to confess." Said Yami, shaking his head. "I appreciate you trying to help, but it's not going to happen."

Yuugi wilted, sinking back onto the floor next to Yami. His friend gave him a nudge in the side. Yuugi looked back at Yami, who was smiling normally at him, displaying none of the pain Yuugi had seen from him before.

"Come on." Said Yami. "At least if you confess and are rejected you'll still have me to hang out with. I don't plan on getting hitched anytime soon."

"Is that supposed to help me feel better?"

"It defiantly makes me feel better."

"You're sadistic."

Yami laughed, then pulled out his cell phone, glancing at the screen.

"I'd better be getting home." He said, standing up and going to his backpack. "I've already stayed too long as it is. Tomorrow is going to be a long day."

"Why not just stay the night?" said Yuugi. "You've done It before."

"Just didn't want to assume." Said Yami, letting the backpack drop to the floor with a thump. Yuugi had to resist rolling his eyes. When did Yami not sleep over at his house at least three times a week? Especially when Yuugi's grandpa wasn't home, which was right now. It was only Yuugi in the house and he welcomed the extra company with open arms.

The two of them got ready for bed, the occasion so normal Yami had his own drawer of clothes. He even had his own toothbrush in Yuugi's bathroom.

They pulled out the mat from the closet, setting it right beside Yuugi's bed and layering it in extra comforters and sheets. Yuugi bid Yami good night, yawning as he lay on his covers.

But it was a few minutes before Yuugi was able to fall asleep, his thoughts turned to his friend's predicament. Who in the world did Yami like, and why wasn't he going to try to pursue them? Perhaps the girl already had a boyfriend? Or maybe she was much older than him. Either way, Yuugi felt bad for his friend. The boy meant everything to Yuugi. Yami had been the best of friends to Yuugi when he was alone and being bullied. More than anything he wanted Yami to find someone and be happy.

I wish I could help you Yami. Thought Yuugi. I hope that you do find love one day. You deserve it more than anyone I know.

With that thought, he rolled over and fell asleep.

The sound of his alarm clock woke Yuugi up the next morning. He fumbled for his phone, shutting off the sound before sitting up in bed. He grumbled, feeling more tired than he usually did in the morning.

Still half asleep, Yuugi grabbed some clean clothes and stumbled into the bathroom to take a shower before school. He was pulling off his shirt when he started to notice the changes.

There was a soft pressure on his back. If Yuugi didn't know better, he would have thought that it was his hair, but that was ridiculous. It didn't reach that far even when it was wet. And what the heck was up with his chest? If he didn't know any better, he would have thought they were breasts.

Cold shock rippled through Yuugi when he noticed the absence of a certain presence between his thighs. He pressed a hand against his crotch, the usual bulge missing. He pulled the waistband of his boxers forward, staring down at what definitely had not been there the day before.

With a snap, he let the boxers go.

"This isn't possible."

Yuugi stumbled, dread filling him as he walked up to the sink, standing on the stool stationed there to get a good look at himself in the mirror. In the reflection he saw a very frightened girl that could have been his twin. Except that her hair was longer, going halfway down her back and fanning out, hinting at the usual spiky star Yuugi had always had. Her eyes were also rounder, wide in fear and surprise. They were the same violet his had been. Cheeks were softer, lips plumper... her chest was only a little bigger than Yuugi's was.

Yuugi raised a hand, noticing that as he did so, the reflection did as well. He poked his face, the girl doing the same. He opened his mouth, the girl doing so as well…

And screamed.

There was a loud crash, then the sound of pounding on the bathroom door reached Yuugi's ears.

"Yuugi! Is that you? I heard a loud scream. Are you alright? Answer me!"

Shaking uncontrollably, Yuugi undid the lock on his door and swung it opened. It revealed a very concerned Yami in his t-shirt and boxers, staring at Yuugi. The concern turned to complete shock.

"Y-Yami." Said Yuugi, tears forming in his eyes. "I Think… I think I just emerged…."

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