This is all for DemonAngelKitty, who's nice words stirred me into hashing out this chapter for her ^_^

Yuugi hung up the phone, face twisted in worry. It had been several hours, and still no one had seen Yami. What was he going to do?

Atemu stood outside the small apartment, glancing at his watch. It was now about 4 in the afternoon. He smirked. That would be more than enough time.

He knocked, and waited till Joey answered the door, and struck.

The Brooklyn blonde was soulless before his body hit the floor. Atemu held his hand out, a shapeless blob of black energy waiting, changing shape as Joey's soul settled into the middle of it. It slowly changed into an another plushie. He smiled, and smirked, before disappearing in a swirl of black-red smoke.

His Kitten awaited.

Yami held onto his plushie as he rested against the couch arm. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing softly. About an hour ago, he had regressed again into his childlike state, and started crying out for Atemu, and finally Bakura had resorted to gently putting the other to sleep with his magick. He could remove it once Atemu showed up.

Said dark half was playing Left For Dead, spread out in his recliner. Ryou was doing homework, and Mariku and Malik were still at work for the day. Bakura looked up as a swirl of shadows appeared, Atemu holding a blonde plushie that could have only been Joey Wheeler.

He smirked.


He had never really liked that dog anyway.