A/N: THAT'S IT I'VE TOTALLY REWRITTEN IT!! Why does flaming piss me off so bad?

Chapter One: On Account of Now

"Hey, Yuugi!" Jounouchi hooked an arm around the smaller boy's neck when everybody had met up. "Doing anything today?"

He shook his head. "Help with the shop, play games…no real plans today."

"Why don't we all go somewhere?" suggested Anzu. "I did want to get a few clothes…"

"I'm going to the arcade," said Otogi. "Anybody else coming?"

"Wanna go, Yuugi?" asked Jounouchi, and he nodded.

"Bakura and I'll get something to eat," said Honda. "Does Atemu want to go somewhere?"

Yuugi shrugged. "He'd just go get some more cards. Nothing else ever interests him but games."

"We'll see about that," said Anzu, remembering her last dates with the ex-pharaoh. "I'll take him with me, and after we do our business, how about dinner at the park?"

"At night?" asked Otogi.

"The park's a free territory; nothing to get worked up about," said Bakura. "Park it is; we'll buy the food."

"We'll all be there at seven, ya hear?" warned Jounouchi.

"With a condition," said Honda. "You have to take Shizuka with you."

"What?" Everybody else just laughed.

Back at the Kame Game Shop, the phone had rung. Sugoroku picked it up. "Moshi, moshi?" he asked. "Oh, Yuugi!"

Atemu was sitting at the counter, sleeping. His eyes opened and his ears perked at the name. "Yuugi! He's on the phone?"

"Shh, shh!" hissed Sugoroku, and pressed his own ear to the phone. "…Yes, he's here…go where? Oh…let me ask him. He paused to cover the mouthpiece. "Yuugi's asking if you wanted to go with Anzu."

"Another date?" the ex-pharaoh sighed. "Where to?"

"Hold on—" Sugoroku removed his hand, and asked Atemu's question. "She's says you san go anywhere as long as you gather up by seven.

"It's only three-thirty," the pharaoh said. "Where are we supposed to go before seven?"

"Remember: it's the man who plans the dates. Be thankful you aren't, yet."

Atemu stood up. "…Tell her anywhere is okay. I'll just dress up."

When he left, Sugoroku spoke to Yuugi again. "He says anywhere is fine."

"That's great!" Yuugi cheered. "Anzu's lucky she doesn't have to make any real plans…"

"Yuugi, Atemu is a 3,000 year old Egyptian. Dating was not a custom that time. He wouldn't know what to do."

"He can play games," the grandson replied. "And not only Duel Monsters. I taught him concentration, then shogi, then checkers, and chess. He's getting really good at all of them."

"Can he beat you?"

"Not yet."

Sugoroku chuckled. "The summer break's almost here. You have plans, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Don't forget to involve Atemu."

"Sure."

"Just reminding. You kids go have fun."

"We will. Ja, Jiichan!"

The old man chuckled again before hanging up. Then, he sighed. "Kids."

"Jiisan," Atemu appeared from the back door, in his new clothes. "Are these okay?"

"Oh, those are fine! It's just a stroll around the city!" Sugoroku then approached him, and unbuttoned his jacket. "Sure, it's cold now, but summer's on the way."

"…Thank you." The Yuugi-ou rearranged his jacket, and reached into his pocket to draw out his money. "Is this enough?"

"Your part-time earnings?" the old man looked in disbelief. There was so much money for someone who barely knows how to spend alone. "You're saving up." He patted on the ex-pharaoh's shoulder. "Have a good time, you hear?"

"I will." A smirk curled upon Atemu's lips. "And I'll come back with Yuugi."

"By all means, take him home, go to Anzu's and sleep with her," Sugoroku joked.

"You mean…a sleepover?" Sugoroku sighed and shook his head; Atemu had most obviously gotten the wrong idea, and pushed him out of the house.

After the phone call, everybody split up. Yuugi, Jounouchi, and Otogi then reached the Big Web. "What do we play first?" asked Yuugi.

"Fighting games?" Jounouchi yawned. "The arcade kinda looks new to you if you haven't been visiting it in a while, right?"

"Or if you've been hooked to Duel Monsters for too long…" said Otogi, referring to the both of them. "Jounouchi, can I get a gift for Shizuka?"

"What'll you get?"

"Is a teddy bear okay?"

"No." Jounouchi was the first to step in. "Isn't it bad enough that she's with Honda and you're stuck with us? Yuugi, are you gonna play?"

The boy had already beaten him to it. "Are you just gonna stand there?"

The two chuckled nervously, and approached Yuugi. He was winning against his opponent: a man who knows tae kwon do.

"Pretty good," remarked Jounouchi, and he sat beside his friend. "…Fine, Otogi, get the teddy bear. On one condition."

"Yeah?"

"I'll give it as my present." Jounouchi slipped a token he'd saved into the coin slot. "Are you gonna get it or what?"

With a disgusted look, Otogi left. Yuugi looked back. "Jounouchi, you shouldn't have told him off like that."

"Nah, he'll be fine," assured Jounouchi. "How would he manage to get Dungeon Dice Monsters up if he was such a sissy over Shizuka?"

"Never thought of that. I won!"

"Hey, not bad—for someone who keeps playing Duel Monsters."

"I play other games, too."

"Yeah, yeah, King of Games, I know…c'mon, no hard feelings, alright?"

"I guess…" Yuugi sighed. When the concentration was diverted to the game, they were neck and neck. In the end, Yuugi won again.

At the next level, Jounouchi decided to break the silence a bit. "Is Yami Yuugi…Atemu having any fun, lately?" he asked.

Yuugi had answered only after landing another hit on Jounouchi's character. "Yeah. Of course he is. Why shouldn't he?"

"Well, he came back to see you, right?"

"Don't count yourselves out," said Yuugi. "You're his friends, too. Promise me we'll take him when summer comes."

"Where?"

"Okinawa, remember?"

"Oh, right. Does your Grandpa know?"

Yuugi nodded. "I've got enough to handle myself and Atemu, so I wanted to treat him for the flight and the rooms. What about you?"

"Yep, me and Shizuka are gonna be just fine. And Honda's asking money from his sister. Anzu's coming, too—as long as Johji doesn't come.

Yuugi laughed. "Honda's perverted nephew? I've totally forgotten about that brat. I win again!"

"That was only the first round!" Indeed, the same fighters were shown for another round. "I'm gonna get ya for that!"

He did; now that his focus was on the game, he beat Yuugi on that round, but not before he had little hit points left.

"Jounouchi…when we go to Okinawa, do you think something will happen?"

"Oh? I think a lot of things will happen. We'll eat, we'll go swimming, we talk to the neighbors, we fool around…we'll do the tourist stuff. But it wouldn't be as good as San Francisco, would it?"

"San Francisco? Oh, America!" Yuugi remembered when they had to go to America to see Pegasus. "We wouldn't be riding his planes anymore," he sighed.

"So, you think his planes are better?" a voice spoke behind them.

They turned, and Mokuba Kaiba stood before them. "Long time no see."

"Wanna take over?" Jounouchi offered his seat to Mokuba, in hopes to beat Yuugi through him. He gladly sat down, and began the next round. "So, what brings ya here?"

"Nothing to do. Niisama's wrapping something up, so he sent me out for some free time. Kinda rare for that to happen at all."

"Don't remind me of that Kaiba!" Jounouchi whined, hearing his rival's voice in his head: bonkotsu, bonkotsu, bonkotsu…

"How is he these days?" asked Yuugi, then let Mokuba land a hit on him.

"He's working on his best project!" the boy answered. "He didn't want you to know, but I'll tell you, anyway. He's gonna make a Duel Academy!"

"Duel Academy?" Jounouchi repeated. "Where's he gonna make one? There's no space for anymore of his skyscrapers!"

"On an artificial island, he says, in the sea, near Honshu!"

"I hope the Academy isn't as big as Honshu," said Yuugi, and Mokuba laughed, saying it won't be. "Do you think you can stay out after seven?"

"If I told him. Why?"

"We're all going to the park at that time," said Jounouchi. "Want some dinner?"

"I don't mind."

"Awright! This is gonna be a reunion!" Jounouchi cheered. "What's better, no Kaiba!"

"Jounouchi."

"Eh?" He saw Otogi, with two teddy bears in hand. "I solved the problem: we'll give Shizuka one each."

"That's clever, Otogi…" Yuugi chuckled nervously.

"C'mon, you have to try it!" Anzu offered a cup of ice cream to Atemu, who kept rejecting.

"I told you, I don't like sweet things," he told her. "A drink is all I need."

"It's liquid," returned Anzu. "I'll just force it inside." She hastily drew a scoop.

"What do you mea—ah!" Anzu jabbed his side, and when his mouth opened, she shoved the spoon straight into it. The substance was cold, very cold. As if the air conditioning in the mall wasn't cold enough. Then a dizzy pain broke out in his head. "A-ow…"

"Oops, sorry," said Anzu. "If you swallow a big chunk of ice cream, or anything cold, you get what's called brain freeze."

"I'll remember that," murmured Atemu. "And I didn't swallow it all deliberately; you pushed it into me!"

"You can't say that you didn't enjoy it! Everybody likes ice cream, you know!"

The ex-pharaoh turned away, saying nothing of the matter. "Fine—but don't force it into me. I can feed myself."

"Sure," Anzu handed over his cup. "So…how are things?"

"So-so," Atemu responded bluntly, taking a small scoop of ice cream, and gently placing the spoon into his mouth.

Anzu motioned him to walk with her, and he obeyed, strolling beside. "So-so? Aren't you having fun?"

"I do have fun…of course I do," answered Atemu. "This…is fun."

"Well, you think ice cream is fun, then how about eating in an expensive restaurant? Or a big buffet of food? How about that?"

"…To be honest…I don't think so. I'm not used to eating so much."

He heard Anzu take a deep breath, and sigh. "That's good. You'd love to see the dinner Bakura'll prepare at the park."

"Was that why we gather at seven?" Anzu nodded at his question. "Anzu…about the summer coming—"

"Oh, yeah! Yuugi's planning to treat you this summer! He's gonna pay for your flight and your room when we stay in Okinawa."

"Okinawa?" repeated Atemu. "…He never told me."

"He was keeping it a surprise. He let me tell it to you today, though."

"I…" the ex-pharaoh cleared his throat. Apparently, he was glad about the news, but he wouldn't lose control. Instead, he smirked. "Thank you."

"Tell that to Yuugi," she replied. "He's always been so good to you, hasn't he?"

"True." He then looked at his ice cream. "I'm beginning to like this…"

Anzu grinned. "You want another one?"

"It's okay; is there something else you want to show me?"

"I'd show you anything we hadn't covered up in our last dates." Anzu took his arm and led him around. "Like food! What're you up for?"

Atemu shrugged. "Another snack?"

He then watched Anzu look around, and beam in delight as if she found something he might want. "Stay right here," she told him, and ran off.

Atemu sighed, and sat down on a nearby bench. Making sure nobody looked, he smiled to himself. Yuugi had always, always been good to him. He so wanted to repay his kindness, but what would he want from him?

An old man then sat down beside him, and opened a book that he was holding. He peeked over his shoulder, and saw that the book had little raised dots, and the man was running his wrinkled fingers over them, as if these were his means of reading.

"Atemu!" Anzu had come back, holding out a bar. "You have to try this!"

The ex-pharaoh stood up, and took the bar in his hand, taking one last look at the old man: his eyes weren't at the book, but the fingers were still moving over the page. "…Anzu…if I may ask…what is he doing?" he pointed to him; he didn't seem to notice.

Anzu pulled him away a bit further before answering. "He's reading Braille."

"Braille? What's Braille?"

"You see…that man…is blind. He couldn't see. So, that book he's holding was typed in Braille, so they could feel the forms of the letters."

"There are people who cannot see?"

"And there are people who cannot hear or speak. Hasn't Jiisan told you about handicaps?" Atemu shook his head. "Well, now you know. You want to eat that?"

"Oh." the man looked at the bar in his hand. "What is this?" He removed the cover, revealing something brown, with a pleasant scent.

"Chocolate!" Anzu cried. "Everybody likes chocolate, but since you didn't like sweet things, I bought the dark one which was the least sweet. Have a bite!"

"…Okay…" Atemu reached for the chocolate with his mouth, and bit off a piece. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste. He looked toward Anzu, who was expecting an answer. He raised a thumb up.

"Delicious, huh?" asked Anzu, as he swallowed. "Great! I'll tell Yuugi to get some dark chocolate for all of us." She paused to check her watch. "We still have loads of time left. What else do you want to do?"

"A movie would pass the time," Atemu answered. "Your pick."

"Okay," the girl shrugged, and grabbed his arm again. He hasn't mentioned games not even for one moment. She smiled to herself.

Told you so...

A/N: What time is it? Summertime: it's our vacation! Ha! All the time to do what I want! Friendster! Fanfiction! Fictionpress! IMEEM! But the best is: swimming! My best sport, EVER! Ahem well, anyway, you'll expect chapter 2 in more or less, a week! Thank you, sweet respondents in my thread for the tips!

ANTICIPATE! …The ice cream and the chocolate are understandable…but blind people and Braille? Something very fishy is going on…but to refresh my head, Diner Dash!