So, this is something that I have wanted to do for a while now, but as I have a few other stories out that I still need to finish, this will be added to whenever I have writers block. As always, please review!

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Ever since he had made his decision to remain in the world of the living, as a solid and corporeal being, no less, Yami had been introduced to many different and interesting things. Almost everything was new to him, and, as he had only ever been able to experience it for the short periods of time that he had been in control of Yugi's body, even the simplest things managed to shock him.

For instance, he had been raised in a desert. Where he lived now, Japan, was an island. The climate was also very different, and there had been no air conditioning or heating back in his time. Camels and horses were no longer used as transportation. Now, bicycles and cars had replaced them. The pyramids had taken decades and thousands of people to build, but skyscrapers could be erected in less than a year.

Out of everything now associated with the modern world, one of the things that had surprised him the most had been the bitter tasting, unappetizing-looking drink that changed ones mood. His friends had laughed at his expression when he'd tried a sip of Tristan's. They had said that it was called 'coffee', and that it was typically drank in the mornings to help a person to become more energized for the rest of the day. He had seen his friends occasionally drink some on their adventures, heard them complain about having had none during some early morning save-the-world escapades, but had never tried it himself. Nor, for that matter, had he ever seen his Aibou touch the foul tasting liquid. Until, one day, Joey decided to have some fun.

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"Yug', you should have gotten to bed earlier if you knew you were going to have to run the shop today. You look dead on your feet." Joey joked lightly, watching his little pal rest his head on his folded arms on the counter. They were lucky that it was still too early for many customers, but the few that they had gotten had left slightly annoyed for having to wait while the cashier tried to figure out how to do simple math using his sleep-fogged brain.

"Mm, just give me a minute." The tired teen muttered, not even looking up.

"Oh? So you can go back to sleep and leave me alone here to deal with the shop?"

"No. So I can think of a comeback. M' too tired to argue."

Joey laughed and brought the coffee he'd purchased on the way over to his lips, before a great idea struck him. "Here, Yug'. Drink this."

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"I'm home!" Yami called, entering through the back door that lead right to the house part of the building, so that the family didn't have to go through the shop just to enter their house. He set the bags of groceries on the table and began to put them away, not very concerned about the lack of response to his greeting. He had been informed that Grandpa would be leaving the house at some point, which meant that Yugi would be managing Kame Game while he was gone. He was, however, surprised when he turned back around from putting the refrigerated groceries away to see that all of the dry storage groceries had been put in the pantry.

"What the heck?" he looked around, but couldn't see anyone else in the room with him. "Hello?" he called, peering into the living room. Again, nobody. Shaking his head and deciding that he must have put them away and then forgotten, he headed up to the room that he and his light shared, wanting to put his coat away before going down to say hi and see how the small teen was faring after his online game night. Yami had woken up that morning to find Yugi just then getting to sleep, realizing belatedly what time it was.

He put his jacket, another new invention that was now necessary to the once teen pharaoh, on a hanger and hung it in the closet. Suddenly, before he could turn around, he felt a pair of hands shove him in. The door shut before he could get a glimpse of the perpetrator, but the only person who was in the house at the moment, to the extent of his knowledge, was Yugi. A little annoyed, but still a bit amused at the childish prank, Yami opened the door and exited the room, intent on finding his partner.

"Yugi?" he called.

All of the sudden, a fit of laughter came from the stairwell leading down to the shop. "Hey, Joey!" a familiar voice shouted excitedly. "Yami just came out of the closet!"

He closed his eyes and shook his head, following the sounds of giggling down to what was supposed to be a place of business. Thankfully, there were no customers present at the moment, but Joey was standing behind the counter, trying to hide the guilty expression on his face, while unable to control his laughter. Yugi, on the other hand was running around, more hyper than Yami had ever seen him. Certainly more hyper than he had expected the modern teen to be after having stayed up the entirety of the night before.

"Alright. What's going on?" he asked, eyeing the both of them. Yugi attempted to stand still, but just ended up jittering and settled on hopping from foot to foot. Joey finally raised his hand, managing to look somewhat ashamed.

"My fault. Yugi was falling asleep, and I kinda, sorta, might have given him my coffee. I forgot he usually doesn't drink it, so his tolerance isn't as good as mine. I'm used to triple shots."

Yami closed his eyes and sighed. Between the world needing saving and his crazy friends, he could never find any peace. But, he supposed, he had spent three millennia with nothing but peace. And he had given his eternal rest up just to remain with them. He could deal. Chuckling and shaking his head, Yami turned all of his attention to the blonde duelist. "Okay. You're used to it? You fix it." And with that, he returned to the upstairs to begin lunch, mentally storing Joey's shocked, and slightly betrayed, face in the back of his memory. Oh, yeah. He could deal. He just didn't want to.

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"Yugi." Yami tried again, shaking his Aibou's shoulder, to no avail. "Yugi, wake up. You should at least get to bed before falling asleep." Still nothing. The teen was splayed out on the couch in what Grandpa had called a 'caffeine crash'. Sighing and slipping his arms under Yugi's shoulders and knees, he lifted him and got him into his bed, making sure he was snugly tucked in, before heading back down to the kitchen. Rummaging around in the junk drawer for a minute, he managed to locate a sheet of paper and a pen. He wrote as quickly and legibly as he could, his Japanese still wasn't perfect, and then searched a little deeper into the drawer. Upon finding the tape, he smiled to himself and attached it to the door, effectively making sure that everyone could see it.

House Rules: The Shadow Realm awaits those who don't heed this last warning.

Do NOT give Yugi coffee.

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So, what do you think? Love it? Hate it? Want to see more? The review button is right there. And remember; The Shadow Realm awaits those who do not review. ;3