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I'm not too good with romance but I hope you like it anyway!

With a yelp, Yuugi stumbled backwards, his back colliding with the outer wall of the school building. The roughness of the collision left the young man with a wave of unexpected pain rushing through his body. Why did things like this always happen to him? Wincing slightly, he lifted his head to look at the reason for his current dilemma.

Gazing down on him was a guy about 6ft tall with multi-coloured hair of which most was a rather dark shade of green while his fringes were a more bright and calming shade of blue. The man's purple eyes held a dangerous glint to them as he stared down on his distressed victim. Oh, how he loved missing with people, especially if they were too scared to fight back. After all, he didn't hold the title of the school bully for nothing and, admittedly, he was proud of his bad reputation. Naturally, his mother didn't approve of her son's awful behaviour but no matter what she tried, she just couldn't get him to stop.

”Look what we got here,” he hummed, closing in on the much shorter boy. Reaching out, he placed his tanned hands on either side of Yuugi's head, grinning maliciously. In return, Yuugi tried to back away but of course didn't get very far with his back still being pressed against the wall. How was he going to get out of this? He wasn't exactly strong, so pushing his bully off would be the hard task to accomplish. He could scream for help but honestly, he doubted it would do any good. The other could easily hold his hand over his mouth to shut him up; or worse.

That thought alone sent cold shivers of fear down Yuugi's spine and the wish to run away increased immensely. As his heart continued to anxiously pound in his chest, his mind went over possible escape routes. If he managed to distract him long enough, he might just be able to duck under his bully's arms and make a run for the school building. In there, he could mix himself into the messes and would avoid being trapped once more. That, however, would require coming up with something good enough to catch his attention.

Yuugi was about to open his mouth when the tanned man in front of him suddenly yelped out in pain. All thoughts of escape momentarily blocked from his mind, the young duellist occupied his mind with wondering what the reason for the other's pain might be. Being as short as he was, he wasn't able to look over the other's shoulder and from his point of view he didn't see anyone standing behind him. But someone had to be there. No way did he just cry out for no reason. Luckily for Yuugi, he didn't have to wait all too long for this mystery to be solved. Just a few seconds later, a man looking an awful lot like Yuugi himself walked around the man with multi-coloured hair, glaring at him with all his might.

”Take your dirty hands off of my boyfriend, you jerk!” With that, a very pissed off Yami roughly grabbed the offender by the shoulder and shoved him aside. At first, he wanted to yell in protest, but a look in the shorter male's eyes told him to that it would be safer not to do that. Letting out a scoff, he mumbled ”Asshole...” and quickly left the scene, leaving the lovers to be with themselves.

Twenty minutes later, they were home and Yuugi found himself resting his head on Yami's lap while they watched some television; a comedic romance movie, as it turned out after only a few minutes. Not that either of them minded much. Of course they would have preferred something with more action and adventure, but for now, this movie seemed to be satisfying enough. Especially for Yuugi, since he got to stay cuddled up in his boyfriend's lap during the duration of the movie.

Satellite had always been a dangerous place, especially for women. The filthy streets were filled with suspicious people left and right. Some could be spotted easily, some were hiding in the shadows and others made a name for themselves by actively threatening everyone they encounter. Most people belonging to the last group had been arrest by Security at least once. On some of the they eventually seemed to have run out of space; their faces were covered in three or more markers, making it hard to imagine what they may once have looking like without them.

It was exactly one of those marked young men Jacqueline found herself running into. He was well built, had messy blue hair and red eyes. Both his cheeks were covered in bright yellow markers, making them very easy to see on his tanned skin. All in all, it seemed like the man was having a big advantage; on first glance anyway. What he didn't know was that Jacqueline had dealt with her fair share of situations like this one before and she know exactly how she needed to handle this guy.

Putting on the most innocent face, the young lady gazed at her predator and honestly she had troubles keeping her face straight, seeing as the man was a good foot shorter than her. It never failed to amuse her that she was underestimated simply because she happened to be a human with breasts. Her gender definitely did not define her strength; she was very much capable of taking a man down, as Kiryu had gotten to know the hard way. The poor leader hadn't known what hit him until he found himself laying on the floor. Of course others had laughed at him upon finding out, but Kiryu didn't care. In his eyes, he had not been beaten by 'a girl' but by a member of his team.

And of course, if she could take down Kiryu, this guy there would be no problem at all. As soon as he was close enough, her innocent smile dropped and her face remained completely expressionless. She did not have time for this, so she need to teach him his lesson in a very quick way. Swiftly, she brought up her knee and, with all her might, kicked the shorter male in the crotch area.

Groaning in pain, the man toppled over and let out a couple of curses while shielding his hurting area with his hands. But that shouldn't be the end of it. Before the blue-haired man could do anything, Jacqueline extended her right leg and, in one swift motion, pulled at the man's foot. As suspected, the duellist lost his balance and fell to the ground. Once his back collided with the dirty pavement, Jack put her foot on his chest and glared down at him.

Reira honestly wasn't sure how it all ended up this way, but he had to admit... he liked it. After having gotten over the initial shock of being separated from his big brother while staying in a different dimension, the youngest Akaba had gotten used to the presence of Serena, Shingo and Yuya. The latter was the one he liked the most. Yuya seemed like a fun guy to be with, that he learnt after he rode around on a hippo with him just a couple of days earlier.

While Serena and Shingo had left to do their own thing, Yuya and Reira were staying at Crow's place until they came up with an actual plan instead of rushing into things. It was strange and almost scary to sleep in this place, especially for Reira. He missed home and he missed his brother. How could Reiji have left him like this? Where was he? Those and other questions made the whole situation even worse and he came to a point where he simply couldn't sleep anymore.

Terrified and on the verge of tears, Reira left the room he was supposed to sleep in and tiptoed over to where Yuya was sharing a room with Crow. He opened the door as silently as possible, he didn't want to wake Crow, and closed it behind him before slowly making his way over to Yuya's bed. "Y-Yuya-NiiChan...?" he whispered, gently shaking the older's shoulder. For a moment there was silence, but then Yuya opened one eye and looked at the child in front of him. "Reira..."

Now that the older was awake, Reira wasn't sure if he wanted to continue his plan. It was a very awkward situation for the boy and he was sure his brother wouldn't approve, but... Reiji wasn't here and he was just so terrified of sleeping alone. "Can I... sleep with you tonight...?" Part of him wanted to add that staying all by himself in a room with two strangers made him feel extremely uneasy and the fact that his brother seed to be missing gave him nightmares, but his voice didn't want to cooperate with him.

"What on earth happened!?" Panting, Kazama came to a stop, glancing from one man to the other. From what he could make out, Kiryu had hit it a lot harder than Maguchi; the poor guy couldn't even get off the floor while his fellow officer seemed to simply be suffering from a bloody nose.

At his colleague's arrival, the purple-haired officer let out a sigh of relief and put on a smile. As usual, Kazama's timing was something he could count on. Had he arrived only two minutes earlier he would have witnessed that Maguchi had been the one to take Kiryu down after the taller threw a punch at him. Sure, it had been his own fault for provocation the marked man like he had, but in the end, that only gave him reason to present the younger duellists with a few bruises of his own.

Their run-in had been pure coincidence, but it soon because clear that Kiryu was going to pretend he didnt recognise him. Not liking to be ignored, Maguchi was quick to move ahead and grab the younger man by his shoulder, shoving him into the nearest wall. "Walking past me without even saying hello? How rude of you, Kiryu. I thought we had something special," Maguchi purred, the tone of his voice being overly sweet and sarcastic. He was very well aware that Kiryu wanted to get as far away from him as humanly possible.

Instead of replying anything, Kiryu simple glared at the blue-eyed officer who had him pinned to the wall and let out a low growl. He hated that man with a passion and would love nothing more than bashing his face in right then and there, but he knew that was exactly what Maguchi was playing at and he wasn't going to play after his rules. Or so he thought, until he brought in his jerk of a brother. "What, did you forget how to fight back? Seems Mitsuki has you trained very well, I should congratulate him on his success."

That had been all it needed for Kiryu to snap. He was not a dog, especially not Mitsuki's, and despised being referred to as such. In one swift motion, Kiryu lifted his right knee, full-force kicking his assaulter between his legs. With a yelp, Maguchi released his grip on the taller duellist and let out a string of curses and, before the officer had time to collect himself, Kiryu's fist collided with his face, successfully breaking his nose.

For a short moment, Kiryu made the mistake of thinking himself the winner and just as he turned around to leave, he felt a hand around his ankle. Before he knew what was happening, Maguchi pulled on his leg, causing Kiryu to crash to the floor. Quickly, while the other still tried to process the situation, the purple-haired man rolled Kiryu onto his back and positioned himself above him. His ocean-blue eyes held a dangerous sparkle to them.

"You wanna play that game? Fine, let's fucking play," he hissed, holding Kiryu down with one hand while repeatedly crashing his other hand, which he curled to a fist, into his face.

"Who did this to you?" Kazama demanded to know as he made his way over to where Kiryu was still lying on the floor, his face covered with his own blood. "Answer me, Kiryu." But he didn't. Instead he let out a scoff and glanced to the side, well aware that Kazama was not going to believe him if he said it was Maguchi. Not only were both of them Security Officers, but friends as well. All he could do was lie. "I don't know, just some gang. Didn't recognise their faces."

"I'm sorry, what? I'm afraid I can't hear you all the way down here," Kiryu retorted, a confident smirk on his lips. Putting the little devil on top of the highest shelf he owned was the best idea he had all week. Sure, he could still bitch at him from up there, but at least he couldn't destroy anything or cling to his legs all day when he was bored. And let's be honest, screams could easily be tuned out with loud music, especially when one would put on headphones. Needless to say, until the rest of the family would come back, Kiryu wouldn't have to deal with Tron's shit.

Time passed and, one by one, the other residents of the house returned home. Naturally, they each asked why exactly Tron was sitting on a shelf, pouring angrily at the silver-haired man who had put him there.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Anyone passing by could easily tell that the young woman before them was anything but happy with her situation, if the impatient tapping of her right foot was anything to go by. No one dared to ask what the cause of her sour mood was, for they feared to be on the receiving end of one of her famous karate-chops. That was something nobody in their right mind asked for.

Letting out a sigh, the highschool girl checked her watch, only growing more frustrated when she saw what time it was. She was supposed to be home by now, Conan was sure to be hungry and her father would most definitely not get off his chair and start cooking all of a sudden. She really needed to get home! But, with her bike being chained to that of someone else, that plan could not be taken into action at the moment. Hopefully the bike's owner would show up soon.

"Ah good, so it really was your bike." At the sound of this very familiar voice, Ran whipped around and, confused by the sight before her, blinked a few times. The bike belonged to... Sera? And by the sound of it, she had meant to chain their vehicles together. Ran should be mad at her detective friend, but somehow she wasn't. Still irritated, yes, but not angry. "Sera-san... why did you do that?"

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A day like any other for LDS student Yori Kusaki; he got up early enough to have breakfast with his little sister and then left in a hurry, even though he knew he would be on time even if he walked in a normal pace. Running to school every morning just seemed to be one of the weird habits the young green-haired duellist had taken up on during the years. It did keep him fit and healthy, so why bother trying to turn it down as long as he didn't over-do it?

As he jogged towards his destination, all kinds of thoughts flew through Yori's head-- anything from how he could strengthen his deck to what he was going to make for dinner once he was home later that day. So far his favoured choice seemed to be something as simple as sushi. And thus today's dinner had been decided, that was, if his sister didn't have any objections.

Too absorbed with his dinner plans, Yori didn't notice that he had already stepped on LDS campus where he was surrounded by a rather large amount of people. More importantly, a lot of people he could easily collide with unless he snapped out of his day dreams. Unfortunately, the thought of freshly made sushi served with a nice cup of hot camomile tea was too distracting, and so it didn't take too long until he ran straight into someone, falling on his butt.

Almost immediately, Yori was brought back to reality and after a moment of recollecting himself he looked up, eager to apologise to whoever he had bumbed into. His words, however, refused to leave his mouth. The sight before him was simply too breathtaking. He had seen his fair share or attractive human beings, women and men alike, but this one took the fucking cake. How had he never seen this gorgeous creature before?

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Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.

Rolling over with a groan, Kazama reached for his phone, nearly throwing his glass of water off the bedside table in the process. Who on earth could this possibly be? Didn't people know it was indecent to call others at any time later than 11pm? A look at the caller ID told him that no, this person didn't. Or, if he did, he didn't give a shit and part of Kazama told him to follow his lead and just go back to sleep. Whatever Kiryu needed him for at this inhuman hour, it would involve him having to leave his bead.

Against his better judgement, and because he cared way too much to simply ignore the silver-haired man, he answered the call. "Do you know what time it is?" Instead of an answer, the officer received an annoyed sigh and in his mind he could practically see how the other was rolling his golden eyes at him. Knowing that he wouldn't get an actual answer to his question, not that he ever expected one, Kazama waited patiently for a couple of seconds. By now he knew that Kiryu didn't need to be asked why he called, he just told you, whether you wanted to listen or not.

"I don't know where I am and need you to pick me up. Don't ask how it happened, just do it." What followed was a moment of silence. He didn't know where he was. In other words: he was lost. Kazama needed a few seconds to fully process the meaning of those words, but once it hit him he burst into laughter; much to Kiryu's disatisfaction.

"So you're telling me," the officer said after he had more or less regained the ability to breathe. "That the great Kiryu Kyosuke, saviour of Satisfaction Town, who knows the desert like the back of his hand... got himself lost in New Domino City, probably on his way back from a bar? Is that it?" The muffled curses coming from the other end of the line were all he needed to know his theory was correct.

"Stay where you are, I'll be there in about twenty minutes." Instead of replying, Kiryu simply let out a grumpy hum and ended the conversation. Still smiling, Kazama kicked off his blankets and dressed himself as quickly as he could in his still rather sleepy state.

By the time Kazama had found Kiryu's location, the taller duellist seemed utterly annoyed. Understandable, considering it was winter and pretty cold outside. Poor guy must have frozen his ass off. Still, Kazama couldn't help but smile at how his cheeks had turned into all kinds of red from the cold night air. "See, this is why I told you to wear a scarf when you left in the evening."

Without bothering to comment on this remark, Kiryu walked over to his idiotically smiling boyfriend and put his hands around his waist, pulling him closer. "Guess you'll have to warm me up again." And before the other could even think about replying, Kiryu's lips had found their way onto Kazama's. Naturally, he returned the kiss and sneaked his arms up around the taller's neck.