Imay: You're a cheater.

Mokie: Hey, it was either plot twist or writing like forty letters.

Imay: You took the easy way out.

Mokie: But added another chapter.

Imay: We do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. Enjoy.

Yugi was tempted to go back to the tree house everyday, but the thought of seeing the three letters he left still there was enough to make him stay away… for months.

School had ended, summer had ended, and school had begun again.

Yugi walked through the halls of his high school depressed, and it showed. He heard the people as he walked. Many of them though he finally gave Yami Atemu himself during the summer and the old art teacher dumped him when the vacation ended. He was actually surprised by the amount of people that didn't know of the forced separation.

He didn't take art again. He figured he'd taken it to many times before. He stuck to the usuals and French. Miss Valentine seemed happy when he entered her room and was happy to make Yugi feel better. He was like a family member to her, a nephew or so.

"Good morning, Yugi," she gave him a small hug and he sat down.

"Hey, Miss Valentine," he pulled out his French folder, "Enjoy your summer?"

She gave a quick smile and started writing on the chalkboard, "I did, and you?" she turned to him after she finished writing her name.

"I could have been better," he sighed.

Mai flipped her hair, thinking it was only because of the separation. She didn't know of the misunderstanding, "I'm sorry, Yugi," she said flipping her hair again.

"I just don-," he looked at her neck. Something small was on it. A faded purple and yellow on the side of it. Yugi couldn't hold his laugh in.

"Yugi?" she moved closer to him as he continued to laugh. He hid his head in his arms and tried to calm his laugh a little.

She knocked on his head, getting his attention, "What's your problem?" she asked him. He lifted his head and pulled up his old backpack. He opened the front flap and pulled out a small container.

"You might want this," she took it, confuse until she saw that it was a foundation. Her eyes widened and she almost ran to her desk and pulled out a mirror. She squealed and covered up her neck, "Otogi!" she accidentally yelled.

"Found ourselves someone have we?" Yugi asked her, feeling a slight pang of envy.

Mai looked nervous as she left the room for the girls bathroom. Yugi looked into his backpack for other stuff. It was from last year and he never got around to cleaning it out.

He pulled out another shade of makeup, a hairbrush, and… the notes he usually kept in his back pocket.

Yugi opened them and read over the letters, almost making him cry. He read over the last line Yami wrote him before he stopped a month before Yami's birthday. no matter what, I will be there for you.

Reading the line over and over made him angry. As far as he knew, Yami didn't write back. He was to scared to check. He didn't want to be hurt, not again or ever.

So as the months passed, Yugi never visited the tree house hidden in the city park woods. The days drew closer to his eighteenth birthday. Every one of them held excitement and sorrow. The night held tears while the day held a fake smile. He thought life was basically over.

December 18th 11:36 pm.

"Yugi, where are you going?" his mother asked her son. Yugi had his coat on and was dressed for an unknown reason.

"Just right out here on the porch, Mom," he told her.

She sighed and looked at her son. He had grown so much in the past year. He was now five foot six and his hair had lost a slight amount of innocence as well as his face, but just enough to keep him looking younger than he really was.

Yugi opened the door to his house and sat on the porch. He pulled out his phone and check the time, "Almost there," he said to himself tiredly.

He watched the minutes pass by, making him even more tired. He yawned and set his phone down. His eyes traveled to the moon and he leaned against the railing.

"So close," he whispered.

His eyes began to flutter shut, making him wonder if waiting for midnight was worth it. He rubbed his eye and sighed. He didn't expect anything to happen, but he wanted to be awake for the first moment he was eighteen.

The world began to slip from him only minutes away from midnight. His head slumped as sleep took over him.

Something warm and fierce landed against his lips, jolting him awake. Yugi's eyes widened at who he saw and tears welded up in his eyes.

Yami pushed Yugi against the porch floor, still in their kiss. His hand cupping the side of his little one's face.

Yugi wrapped his arms around Yami's waist, pulling him closer. He closed his eyes like Yami's and opened his mouth slightly, begging for Yami. The older's tongue entered the moist cavern, yearning for more from his little one.

Yami pulled back when Yugi started to hum into the kiss, "My little one," he sat up and pulled Yugi onto his lap, "I missed you so much," he hugged Yugi.

Tears silently rolled down Yugi's face as he looked into the crimson eyes he loved. He leaned forward to kiss Yami, "I-I… I gave up," he set his head on Yami's shoulder, "I'm so sorry," he whispered.

Yami ran his hand through Yugi's hair, "I understand. Mostly," he moved his hand to Yugi's waist.

Yugi placed his hand on Yami's cheek, stroking his thumb over it, "Hold me?" he asked.

"Forever," Yami kissed Yugi again.

Yugi looked around and saw Yami's car parked in front of them, "Can we go to your place?" Yugi asked, "It's probably more comfortable than out here. And I don't know if my mom will let us-"

Yami cut him off by placing his finger on Yugi's lips, "Of course my little one," Yugi got off of Yami and they drove to Yami's apartment.

Yami opened the door and Yugi walked in. Nothing had changed in the time he was here last.

Two arms slipped around Yugi waist and lips met his neck, "I love you," Yami said into his ear.

Yugi's eyes filled with water again at those words. The written words in the letter didn't compare to them being spoken. He spun in Yami's arms and threw his arms around Yami's neck and kissed him, "I love you more,"

Yami chuckled and started to unzip Yugi's jacket, "Impossible,"

The End

Imay: Were they going to-

Mokie: Shush it! It needs to stay rated T.

Imay: Is there at least going to be an epilog?

Mokie: Yeah. Sometime in the near future. I hope you guys enjoyed my second story! It was a blast to write!

Imay: Thank you for reading, everyone! Goodbye!