A/N:

Attention lovely readers who are still subscribed to this story! I would like to bring to your attention the fact that the sequel has been posted! Oooooh! Ahhhhh! Rather, it will be posted in a few days. I'm giving all of you lovelies who are reading this message right now a special sneak preview of chapter one!

Disclaimer:

I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, and I really hope you already knew that.


Sophomores, Freshmen, and a Love Story

I'm so sorry, Yami," Yuugi repeated over and over hysterically.

"For what?" he asked curiously, placing a kiss on top of Yuugi's head. He breathed in the scent of the younger teen's shampoo, letting the scent calm his frazzled nerves.

"I should be happy for you. You're going off to college, and it really is a wonderful thing! I just can't help but hate it!" he wailed, snapping his head up to look at Yami while frantically wiping the tear stains off of his cheeks.

"I don't want to leave you, Yuugi," Yami confessed sincerely, "But I have to. Promise me that you won't forget to write me letters and call me whenever you can."

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"You know," Marik began musingly as they parted momentarily, "There's still time to change your mind."

"Don't tempt me," Malik countered back playfully, leaning his head up again and silencing all other comments from Marik.

Behind him, someone cleared their throat loudly. Marik turned his head to gaze at the interrupter through half-lidded eyes. "You really ought to get that checked," he commented.

"Sir, your jet is ready to take off," the man said, running his hands down his suit in a nervous gesture, as if to smooth out any creases or wrinkles.

Marik squeezed Malik one last time before kissing him lovingly on the forehead. "Try not to have too much fun without me, alright? And if a stranger offers you a ride, only go with him if he has candy."

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Bakura stirred Ryou out of his thoughts with a kiss to his temple. "Tired?" he asked, noticing the way the smaller teen's eyelids were fluttering.

"Not really," Ryou said quietly, stifling a yawn.

"Sure you're not," Bakura agreed sarcastically, guiding Ryou over to the row of chairs in front of the window, sitting down, and pulling him up onto his lap. The smaller teen let his head fall onto Bakura's chest, noticing absentmindedly how incredibly comfortable it was. Bakura ran his hands up and down Ryou's back, through his hair, and over his shoulders in a comforting gesture. It had been a stressful day for the teen.


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You aren't obligated to review or anything, but I am curious to see how many people have read my sneak peek and what you all think of it.

Yours,

-VenusOfHecate