Disclaimer: Okay, everyone here class? Yes? Good. Now let us proceed. I will now write down some notes on the board. - scribble, scribble- and you, random person in the first row, read them out loud to me. RPITFR: "Remo Con is completely broke and living no where near Japan. She owns more books then necessary, but nothing pertaining to Yu-Gi-Oh. She merely borrows them to toy with them and cause them all misery." -glare- "I mean, make them all completely happy." Better.

Epilogue

All the ashes fade away

And past moves to another day

"Seto, I'm not going to Boston." Two weeks had past since Joey had finally woken from his coma. He had finally been released from the hospital a day ago, and after being conscious for that long in the hospital, he was more than happy to be home.

"What? Why not?" came the startled question. It had been hard for Seto to watch as Joey sorted through things over the course of the last two weeks, to see him still sorting through a few things. He kept it to himself, but he found it morbidly funny that it had taken two car accidents in a row for him to finally realize exactly how much he had changed since the first time he had met Joey.

"Because I was never going to go to Boston. I was going to tell you right before we heard about Yami, so don't think that this has anything to do with the coma or Yami dying. But you can thank the coma for making it easier to tell you. That same talent scout, Darren Eniwa came to talk to my in my dream.

"You know what's funny? There I had the sense to turn him down, even if he didn't want to listen," Joey laughed a little, even if it didn't look like Seto was as amused. If he was amused at all.

But Joey had kept the part that he found least amusing to himself, one of the many parts that had been bothering him.

As memories are lost to time

Sill seeking reason, still seeking rhyme

"So, what? You're not going to college now? Why? Don't you dare tell me that you're giving up your dream for me," Seto uttered, borderline angry. That college, Joey had been working toward that college ever since they had started dating two years before. How could Joey say that? It was almost the end of August! What was he going to do if he backed out now? He was supposed to fly out in a week.

And he couldn't help put wonder if this was his fault in some way. If he had only been more attentive, if he had been kinder, if he had managed to convince Joey that they would be all right with the separation for a while- especially since they had just opened up a new office there. A fool proof excuse to go and visit.

"I'm really glad to be home," Joey said, abruptly changing topic. Or so it seemed to Seto.

"Why aren't you going?" Seto demanded, not willing to drop it so quickly.

"Do you really want me gone that badly?" Joey shot back. Seto was taken back. He hadn't meant that, he hadn't meant that at all. Did it really sound like that?

"No," he replied quietly.

"Then shut up and listen."

Yet all those things that never were

Seem to happen, can yet occur

"When I was unconscious, I thought it was a year ago. We were just starting our senior year. I didn't know where home was," Joey sighed, looking around. How many times had they sat in this living room? The painting he had done in what seemed like so long ago now was still hanging over the fireplace. The air conditioning was blasting, just like it had been that year as well. He smiled slightly. They're most important summers thus far seemed to be marked by extreme heat. He hoped that trend wouldn't continue.

The real difference from now and then was now this was his living room too. This was his home too- it had been since he had turned eighteen. It scared him a bit that he could so quickly forgot.

And the amazing part was Seto seemed to get that, even though he hadn't said it out loud.

"It's okay, you know. It doesn't mean anything- accept that maybe you really liked senior year. Forgetting you live here now isn't some great sign, Joey, I promise. It was just another wacky aspect of your dream, in which, might I add, there was a crazy girl lusting after me," Seto comforted.

"Hey, that crazy girl is a reasonable fear," Joey defended.

"Glowing red eyes?"

"She was a crazy girl! What color eyes should she have had?"

But darling I promise to be here

To keep your heart forever near

"Brown?" Seto suggested dryly. He was smiling now, too. He shook his head sadly. They were so easily distracted and brought of track of whatever was the real issue. But he think he was beginning to get it.

"Not crazy enough!" Joey insisted. His grinned lessened, but didn't fade. "But hey, aside from the crazy girl and back to the crazy college topic, don't think I've given up on going to art school. I'm simply going to be going in country, if that's all right with you."

"Yes, it's all right with me," Seto said, kissing Joey briefly in affirmation.

It really was.

Since reality lies to keep itself protected

We'll allow it to remain unaffected

"I've already applied and been accepted at a Tokyo school," Joey continued. "So I'll be able to commute there and still live at home."

"When did you have time for that?" Seto questioned, somewhat surprised. He was figuring on having to use a little bit of his influence to get a school to accept such a late registering student.

"The same time I applied for Boston," Joey said, smirking a little, feeling a bit proud of himself.

"Such a sneaky puppy, I don't think I would have expected that out of you," Seto teased.

"I'm just full of secrets," Joey joked.

"I'm sure there are many levels to Joey Wheeler I can look forward to uncovering in the future," Seto said, half-serious. Joey laughed again.

"I don't know about levels, but I'll let you in on a little secret right now.

"I've come the conclusion that I've been around to many plots to take over the world- especially those of the magical sort, 'cause I had myself believe that there was some bigger evil power behind the crazy girl and a reason why I had all three of the yamis kidnapped."

"Well, obviously there must have been because the first evil thing you see is never the most powerful," Seto said, rolling his eyes, but chuckling a little at the same time. "I still can't believe you had me volunteering magic as a solution, though. How long have you known me?"

"Well you've gotten better about it," Joey tried to point out.

"Would I ever say we need to hit the spell books?"

"I was in a coma!"

"Still, coma Joey should know me better than that, I would like to think," Seto argued. And if he hadn't still been smiling, Joey might have been worried. As it stood, he knew Seto didn't mean a word of it.

And happiness is what will continue through

Because that's what I sought for you

"I'm hungry," Joey announced. "All this talking has worn me out."

"It figures, just barely out the hospital and all he wants to do is eat. Nothing can compare to the joy of eating, even spending time with his true love takes second place," Seto joked, getting up off the couch.

"Well as long as his true love realizes this, then life for the two of them should be perfect for the rest of eternity," Joey joked right back.

They're eyes met for a moment.

True love…

"Yeah, they should," Seto agreed softly.

"Now, are you going to bring me this food, or do I have to come and get it?" Joey asked.

"I'll bring it to your lazy ass, don't worry about it."

The moment had passed, but it would always be there. The road from now on would be just one moment after another, some good, some bad, hopefully no more spent in a coma. This was where the recorded story of Seto Kaiba and Joey Wheeler ended, but it was no finished by any stretch of the imagination.

And so as he walked out of the living room, headed toward the kitchen, Seto allowed himself to truly feel happy. He had Joey back, and now they could move on from here.

Together.

All because of a game of monsters and a future of art produced from it.

"I love you, Joey," Seto said to what he thought was the empty hallway before him.

But as a hand grasped his, Seto thought ruefully that he had been wrong before. And he was okay with that.

"I love you too, Seto."

And because now I've come to realize

You're my life, without which I'd die

"Bakura, are you ever going to come back to bed? Your website will still be there in the morning," Ryou voiced sleepily from the bed.

"Just another second," Bakura replied. He pressed the enter button, and then exited the page. He pulled off his shirt and climbed into bed.

"What were you doing this time?" Ryou inquired, yawning.

"Just finishing up something," he answered, wrapping his arms around his hikari.

"What?"

"Someone else's story, now go to sleep. You know you want to."

"'k." And in a matter of seconds, Ryou drifted off. Bakura smiled. Tomorrow he was going to make it all about his hikari. Finishing Seto and Joey's story had been…inspiring.

"So thanks," Bakura mumbled as he drifted off as well.

And that really was the end.

Now there's nothing left to say

As the future has become today

Authors Notes: And like it says above, it really is. I enjoyed the epilogue much more than the last chapter, so I hope you all at least enjoyed it a little bit, and weren't too overwhelmed with cheeseyness. I'd also like to take full responsibility for that badly written poem I stuck in there, I actually wrote it, so the fact that it sucks can be blamed on me. But thank you to Time-Again and mandapandabug for sticking with the story and me the whole way through- and thank you for your reviews last chapter. I'm glad it's finally done, but now I'm going to miss it anyway. Ah well, that's just how life is. Remo