Sunday morning
Yami: habibi get up it's 11:00 clock
Yugi *mumbled * five مزید min
Yami* smirked and leaned to yugis ear * : if آپ don't wake up I might do something soooo bad
Yugi * shot from the بستر * : n-no yami I am up see???
Yami * chuckled * I see now aibou.. now let's get آپ bathed shall we?
Yugi;: sure Pharaoh { he smiles }

Bathroooooom
Yami: ohh aibou { he sang}
Yugi: yea?? ( yugi was blushing as yami was looking at him )
Yami: a little bit earlier آپ we're sooo baddd I want to punish آپ
Yugi (gulped and thought with the mind link opened ) ' my God no I can't believe it Yami is acting...

Someone Put Money in the Jukebox

“Ninety-nine percent of the world’s lovers are not with their first choice. That’s what makes the jukebox play.”
~Willie Nelson

Sitting اگلے to the jukebox in the diner, Yami Yugi smiled as the beginning notes of the song Don’t Rock the Jukebox began playing and Alan Jackson’s voice began singing.
He had to admit, the machine these mortals called a ‛jukebox’ was quite something to look at, as well as listen to. According to the entry on the jukebox on the website for Wikipedia that he came across while using his friend Yugi Moto’s laptop one day,...