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I'm currently editing Deadly Love, this story is my baby, but it desperately needed some improvement, I can't believe I uploaded those chapters. They were full of mistakes and OOCness and 4Kids-ness. Bleck.

So, please keep an eye out for the (sort of) new chapters! x3

Thanks for all the reviews, I really do appreciate them. Enjoy the new chapter~!

When one of his eyes flew open, he saw the darkness of the still young night through the white curtains. There was a small gap between the two curtains, a small slit of dark blue shone through it, it was as if the person that had closed the curtains had not closed them properly, or it had been done on purpose. There were no clouds or stars, the night had just begun. Maybe if he had not been lying in bed, he could have seen the small bright colored stroke of the sun in the distance.

A small but sharp sensation of nausea and pain shot through him, a small groan in the back of this throat was his own response to the annoying feeling. With his hand, he reached for his throbbing head, the pain was annoying him to no end, he saw small black dots appearing in front of his eyes and if he had not known better, he would have thought he had gone crazy. What had happened again?

He recognized his surroundings, it was his and Yugi's hotel room, and it was awfully quiet, except for the small rustling sound that came from the other room that he had yet to discover. With a second groan, he managed to heave himself up and swing his legs off the bed in a swift motion. A small cold sensation let him know that he was only wearing a pair of black boxers, his brain immediately responded with alarming bells, because he remembered that he had been wearing his swim trunks and not his boxers.

His dull, but sharp red eyes scanned the room and noticed that his suitcase was open, some of his clothes were gone and a few of the inner pockets were zipped open. Slightly alarmed, he looked around for his clothes and saw them lying in a neat pile on the nightstand next to his bed, on top of them lay his cellphone and his glasses. He only wore his glasses when his eyes were fatigued or irritated, or if he was reading a book. Well, his eyes were a bit moist and irritated, so he decided to put them on in a few minutes.

After he had changed, he started walking towards the other room where he hoped Yugi was, his buttons were still undone, he was feeling a bit drowsy still so he gave up after the first three tries. The room was about as big as their bedroom, the walls were painted beige, there were a total of four different couches with a few tables in front of them and even a big television with a DVD player and DVDs on top of it. Just like he had guessed, this was the lounge. The next thing he saw, got rid of the dizziness, because his eyes grew wide within less than a second.

Anzu was curled up in a large beige chair, her head was dangerously close to his best friend's lap, who was reading a book. She appeared to be fast asleep, her lips were parted and slow breaths came out, her closed eyes were almost hidden behind the small curtain of her brown hair. Her wrinkled clothes were the same clothes she had been wearing this morning, so he guessed that he had not slept more than a day.

Yugi was reading an English novel, it looked like one of the books he had seen in the bookcase, because he did not recognize the title. After he let out a small sound to make his presence clear, Yugi's eyes flew upwards to his own and his entire face lit up, practically enough to let the stars sparkle in the night sky.

"Yami." He carefully got up, making sure not to disturb Anzu on his way and walked up to his friend on the other side of the room. He gave a small wave with his hand to silently say that he had to take a step back. Yami obeyed and watched him close the two glass doors that were hidden between the walls. He took another step back, he felt uncomfortable with those glass doors, Anzu was still soundly asleep and was oblivious to the fact that she was being watched. He didn't mind having Anzu around, but he wanted to talk to Yugi alone. "I'm so glad you're awake." Arms circled themselves around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. He snapped out of his thoughts and looked down to see Yugi burying his face in his chest.

"Aibou," he breathed contently. He, too, wrapped his arms around Yugi's shoulders, placing his head on top of Yugi's. They stood like that for a full minute, neither of them spoke or moved, the only sound that filled the air were their soft breaths. Yami absently stroked Yugi's lower back, burying the tips of his finger in the fabric of his shirt so he could almost feel the soft skin under it. Yugi was the first one to pull back, he patted the back of his head, a sign Yami recognized, Yugi was nervous. Instead of asking him about it, he gently grabbed his hand and led him to their bedroom.

"Maybe you should lie down for a few more minutes. You might faint again if you don't," Yugi said to break the heavy silence that was lingering between them. Deciding that it was pointless to argue (he did not feel like lying down, at all), he lay down on his back, placing his hands behind his head to create his own pillow. Yugi sat on the edge of the bed, he pushed Yami's legs farther away with a small smile before he made himself comfortable and laid his shoulders on Yami's lower legs. "You weren't ready, were you?"

He did not even need Yugi to fill him in, he knew perfectly well what this was about. Without looking up, Yami answered him with only one single word.

"No."

"Why didn't you tell someone? You looked absolutely terrified when you were up there. And I honestly thought you had overcome your fear, but I guess it was all," he felt the weight of Yugi's shoulders moving and he looked down so they could look at each other. Yugi had narrowed his violet eyes a bit, but not enough to give him a cynical look. "just pretend."

Yami was at loss for words, it was as if he had lost the ability to speak, because he merely nodded in response, his face stuck in a neutral expression. The scowl on Yugi's face could mean that he was worried or mad, or many other things. The warmth of Yugi's body started to take its toll on his clothed legs, but it was so relaxing at the same time that he did not complain about it.

"Why did you do it?" Yami was slightly taken back, he was not entirely sure about it himself. He did put himself in danger and he did not even know why. His eyes drifted back to the ceiling, staring at it until they grew tired. Not only was he feeling nauseous, he also felt dizzy still and tired, all at the same time. Yugi waited patiently for him to answer his question while Yami counted the seconds in his head, the answer was quite obvious.

The look on Yugi's face when he swam towards him without a single problem had been indescribable; he had not looked that happy in years. And now that he thought about it, he wanted nothing more for Yugi to be happy, even if he was going to end up with Anzu. If it made Yugi happy, then he was not going to risk this wonderful friendship. Yugi had been so busy with his job for the past couple of years that he barely had any time to spend with Yami, let alone looking for a girlfriend.

Just like the small idea he had used to get Yugi to swim with him, it was all part of his hopeful idea to spend more time with him. He knew that it would probably be impossible to get rid of his fear, he was too scared to go swimming on his own accord. Living without swimming was not bad at all, he had everything he needed, already.

"I don't need a girlfriend if I've got you, Yami." Yugi did have his secrets, maybe he did want a girlfriend so he could be happier and live a less stressful life.

"Yugi? Oh, Yami, you're awake!" Said person snapped out of his thoughts, looked up and saw Anzu standing a couple of feet away from the bed. Her brown hair and clothes were rather messy and she was rubbing her eyes to get rid of the excess sleep in them. There was a big smile plastered on her face, not a fake smile, she was really happy that he had woken up. "Yeah, I visited your room after an entire day of shooting to see if you had woken up. Yugi and I decided to sit in the lounge, which was about two hours ago. I guess I was too tired to wait for you to wake up. What kind of friend does that?"

She grinned sheepishly, taking a seat next to Yugi on the bed. Yugi's hand was resting on Yami's knee, massaging the joint while staring at Anzu. And that was when Yami realized what she had said.

She saw him as a friend? The fact that she came here just to wait for him to wake up made him feel very warm. He did not know a lot of people who would do that for him, most of the time, people befriended him for the fame and not because they actually cared about him. Anzu had already proved that she truly cared about him. He would love to be her friend.

"It was a scary experience. About ten men ran over to the tank, they were so fast that it was only a matter of seconds before one of them dived in to get you back. You were so lucky, you really could've hurt yourself back there." Yami glanced over at Yugi, casually raising an eyebrow.

"Am I allowed to set up, yet?" With a playful smile, Yugi dramatically raised his wrist to look at his watch. Rolling his eyes, Yami sat up and laid his arms over Yugi's chest to prevent him from getting up. "Thanks you for coming over, I appreciate it and I'm sorry if I worried you. I'm going to talk to Riku tomorrow, because I won't be doing that again." Anzu laughed softly at Yugi's attempts to escape from Yami's grip and looked back at him with a kind smile.

"I'll go with you. It's a pointless scene, anyway. Like Yugi said, my character would never let that happen. He said we should meet him at six at the set tomorrow. Maybe we can go a little earlier before that so we can talk to him." Yami nodded gratefully and lifted his arms up so Yugi could sit up. There was a small moment of silence between the three adults, Anzu looked somewhat uncomfortable, she was rubbing her arm and chewing the inside of her cheek until she got up and dusted off her clothes. She mumbled a quiet goodbye and left without looking back. Apparently she felt that Yami and Yugi needed some more alone time, which was true, Yami still wanted to talk to him about a couple of things.

"Aibou," he spoke. Yugi turned to him with an awkward smile, his cheeks were tinted with a bright pink and his eyes were abnormally large. If Yami had not known better, he would have thought that Yugi was drunk. The smile slowly turned into a dreamy one, he was staring at Yami like he had walked through the portals of heaven. Yami could not help but smile at the sight, his own smile was not completely real, but it was good enough for Yugi.

Maybe he should not talk about what happened that morning, he already had a hunch, anyway. And he had to admit, he probably would have been jealous, too, if someone got the chance to dive after Yugi to save him.

"There's still some leftover dinner in the lounge if you want," Yugi stated quietly. With a small shake of his head, Yami leaned forward and blew in his face. It worked, Yugi jumped up and blinked twice at him, clearly out of his trance. "You know I hate it when you do that."

"I know," Yami said simply. "But you needed to snap out of it. You were staring at me." Yugi grinned rather sheepishly like Anzu had done a couple of minutes ago and leaned forward so he could brush his nose against Yami's cheek.

"Fine. You should still eat something before you faint from lack of food," he murmured, letting his cheek rest against Yami's, so his breath ghosted over his ear. When Yami stayed still, he continued with a soft sigh. "She fell asleep on the arm of the chair, which was right next to me. Nothing happened back there. If something had happened, I would have told you right away and you know that." They pulled back, Yugi was completely serious about this and Yami appreciated his honesty.

"…Okay," he said, smiling generously. He placed his hand on his own stomach, there were still a couple of knots, he did not trust his stomach at the moment. He shook his head and laid his head on the pillow, turning on his side. According to the alarm clock, they were nearing midnight. "I don't think I should eat something right now. It's late, anyway. Let's go to sleep." Yugi reached for the alarm clock and set it to make sure Yami would not miss his opportunity to talk to Iwate. Yami took off his glasses and set them next to his alarm clock, his vision blurred for a second and he had to shake his head to get rid of it.

"Yami?" He turned to Yugi, who was now leaning over him, and just now, Yami noticed how tired and worried he truly looked. He was a bit paler than usual and his bright violet eyes were drooping and glassy. "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"As long as you don't end up lying on top of me, like you always do, then fine."

Wham.

"Thank you." Yami rubbed his head where Yugi had hit him with a pillow, it had not exactly hurt, but he had the feeling his head was spinning like a spinning wheel. Yugi smiled innocently and lay down next to him. They only slept together when Yugi was feeling uncomfortable or when he did not want to be alone, they had not done this in more than three years, now that they were both adults. And what always made Yami laugh, was the fact that Yugi always moved a lot in his sleep and ended up lying on top of Yami in the process. Not that he minded, he just liked to tease Yugi about it.

"You didn't have to hit me," Yami grumbled, tapping the light switch that was right next to his bed. He pulled the covers over his and Yugi's shoulders, noticing that they had not even changed out of their clothes. He only got a chuckle as response, he could not see Yugi anymore, so he let his hands snake around, until he felt something soft. "Aibou?" Yugi's warm hand touched his outstretched one, playing with his fingers.

"You shouldn't worry too much, you know. You'll always be my number one," he whispered. For a moment, Yami thought his heart made a little jump, Yugi had never voiced how important he was to him, he had no idea what it was like to hear those words. He was frozen on the spot, he barely felt Yugi's slim fingers still playing with his own until his movements stopped and his soft and even breaths filled the quiet air. The smile that ended up on his face, was the first real smile that night.

"You want me to what?" Iwate had slammed his hands on his desk, his brown eyes were sparkling dangerously and his lips had thinned to the point where they looked like one straight line. "Are you out of your minds?"

Yami and Anzu looked at each other, Anzu's blue eyes were fearful while Yami's eyes were calm. They were sitting in Iwate's office, it was a little before six in the morning and the three of them had left the set to talk about the water scene. And apparently, Iwate was not too happy to hear that they thought the scene was pointless.

"My character is way too smart to drop a random necklace into the water," Anzu said shakily but confidently. "Besides, she doesn't even have a grandmother."

"That's what Yugi said, too, can't you come up with better arguments?" Iwate said, he was calmer now and Yami had the nagging feeling that they were not going to win this argument. Iwate had way too much power, they were like puppets to him, and they had no choice but to follow his rules. The director sat back down in his leather chair and folded his hands together, his whole posture relaxing. "Look, most of the time, directors don't do exactly everything that's in the book, that's just how it works."

"That's an invalid argument," Yami snapped sharply, causing Iwate to rise from his chair again. "This doesn't have anything to do with that, this is about adding random scenes that can ruin the whole plot." Iwate narrowed his eyes to slits, leaning over his desk until he was practically lying on top of it, crushing it under his body.

"Watch that mouth of yours, Yamanashi. It could cost you," he said through gritted teeth. Yami did not even flinch, instead he, too, narrowed his eyes and leaned back to gain some of his personal space. "We have a contract, if you two don't agree, then I guess you have to fly back to Japan and miss this great opportunity. It's your choice."

"You're acting very childish, Mr. Iwate. We came all the way over here and if we have one little argument over a scene, it's over? We can at least try to discuss this," Anzu said defiantly. Iwate shot her a look, still hanging over his desk, he snorted.

"You're the ones acting like children, because you don't want to do this scene. Are we going to have the same argument when you two have to sleep together?"

There were two different reactions. Anzu had let out something that sounded like a high-pitched squeak, her face had gone bright red and she was covering her mouth that had fallen open. Yami had almost pulled out the arm of the chair, but somehow managed to keep the chair in one piece. Iwate sneered at them, amused.

"What did you just say?" Yami growled, after he had straightened up. Anzu shut her eyes for a moment before she reached for her bag to grab her script. "May I remind you that in the book, it was implied that we had slept together, Aibou did not exactly describe the scene. Are you telling me that this movie is going to be rated NC-17?" Anzu was frantically skipping through the pages of the script, her face was still as red as a tomato, the squeaks that left her made her sound like a small mouse. Iwate's grin was almost splitting his cheeks and if it would not, Yami would take care of it.

"It's all in the script, as soon as Anzu finds it, she can show you. Let me know if you want to discuss this, too. I can't guarantee you that it will help, but one can always try. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to talk to the new members of the crew." He stood up with a grunt and made his way out of his chic office. When he closed the door behind him, Anzu practically shoved the script into Yami's face.

"Here, look! I must have read over it, because it only says we end up on the bed and then a new scene starts. Where does it say that we have to have…" her face started glowing again and she hid her face in her hands, her script clutched to the side of her head. "I'm so stupid! I should have seen it coming, I can't believe he's making us do this."

Yami was rubbing his eyes with his index and middle finger, trying to control his temper. If he did not calm down, he would rip that door open and give Iwate a piece of his mind. Then again, it was also Yami's own fault for not reading the script first before signing the contract. Anzu rose to her feet and started pacing, muttering incoherent things.

"We'll fix this, Anzu," Yami muttered, after he had run his hands over his face and propping his elbows on her knees, his hands hung carelessly between his legs, his fingers loosely pointing to the ground. He looked up at her; she was fiddling with the pink loose blouse she was wearing, she pulled at the collar a few times and sucked in her bottom lip at the same time. "It's obvious that we are uncomfortable with this." She turned to him, her eyes wide.

"I-it's nothing personal," she squeaked. Yami merely chuckled at this, hanging his head and closing his eyes, the weight of his head felt heavier than usual, his neck started to hurt. The smile on his face never left, though, he truly liked how Anzu was concerned about him.

"I know that. We've only known each other a couple of days, I'm not that kind of person who would jump in a bed with a stranger." He stood up and walked around the chair so he could face her, he folded his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall with his hip. "We have to talk to him about this as soon as possible. They can't make us do this if we really don't want to. This is our movie, we're supposed to have fun and if Riku can't give us something to look forward to, then we'll quit."

He had his own reasons for not wanting to do this. Every time he looked at Anzu, she reminded him of Yugi and of the fact that he could not do this to Yugi, even if it was fake. Guilt would eat at him for the rest of his life and Yugi would probably never stop talking about it. He had to tell Yugi about this, he had to come to the set everyday to give it his blessings, so it was one of the unavoidable things.

"…Mm-hm," Anzu hummed and tapped her pink nails against each other. A small droplet of sweat trickled down the side of her face and Yami frowned at this, she must have been really upset about this. She shook her head, her brown hair flew over her shoulders and she put on a small smile. "We'll talk to him. He's not as nice as I thought he was."

"He's nice when he gets what he wants," Yami murmured, putting his hand on Anzu's arm and gently leading her out of the office. "Let's get some breakfast. After that, we'll meet the new crew members." He looked over his shoulder, grinning. "I'm meeting my best friend, and I heard his name is Katsuya Jounouchi."

Author's note: Welp, it's almost two in the morning for me, so I apologize in advance for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes that I've missed. Though, I'm quite sure I got rid of them all. *scratches her head*

So, yeah, the tension is rising. I was actually going to put this part in the later chapters, but my head kept bugging me and said that I should write it out in this chapter. Maybe it is better this way.

I'm sorry that I'm such a crappy updater, I had a performance this week and had a lot of practicing to do. Mid-terms start in less than two weeks, I also decided to play two more instruments, so that's gonna take some time, too. o.o; I have a busy, but happy life.

Reviews are appreciated~. x3