Amor Vincit Omnia

Notes: Hello and welcome to the next chapter in our already long and tiring saga of love, lies and leather. Thanks again to all who read and reviewed...you know how much every author loves those! I am no different and I appreciate each one. So thanks!



Oh, and this is my first really intimate, kinda meaningful YxYY scene...I hope it makes sense. Tell me if not and I'll try to do better next time.



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Amor Vincit Omnia



Chapter 3: Affair in the Dark



Yugi stirred briefly at the noise, eyes twitching and unwilling to open. With a soft moan of protest, he pulled the covers over his head only to have them slip out of his fingers once more. A masculine voice murmured in his ear, and though it sounded slightly amused, he was not. A quick peek at the clock on his nightstand told him it was little longer than two am and he grumbled in exasperation.



“Go ‘way, Jou.” He didn’t particularly care for his roommate’s antics at these ungodly hours, especially since they threatened to disturb a rather scintillating dream about Yami, about being caressed by silky smooth darkness.



His covers moved again and the voice only became more insistent. He held off as long as he could, lying still, hoping Jou would get bored with his lack of response and go to bed. Suddenly, his body convulsed in a violent shudder as the covers were yanked away and a cold draft trilled along his barely clothed body.



“Jou, what the hell!” Yugi shrieked and instantly sat up, fully intending to grab his covers back and to give his possibly drunken roomie a good piece of his mind. However, his hands froze in mid-reach when he came to face a totally unfamiliar silhouette and realization dawned on him very slowly: Jou was spending the night with Anzu. In her room. In another building.

Heart pounding, he exhaled painfully slowly while his eyes darted around to scan for escape routes. But it was practically impossible to see in the obsidian dark; the pale moonlight and the streetlights were obscured by the heavy velvet curtains drawn securely across the windows. No doubt the door was locked too and even if not, there was no way he could run to it fast enough. The only choice was to face his would-be assailant; if anything regrettable was about to happen, he at least wanted to say that he fought back.



Yugi kept his eyes trained on the figure as it leaned forward, body tensing and nerves feeling the first tastes of adrenaline. The worst possible scenarios ran through his mind, jumbled together with words of caution he had so far waved away. He had always lived with the fact that nobody was brave enough to touch him, but what if he was wrong? What if someone decided that they had enough of kissing his feet and wanted his whole body instead? What if someone didn’t mind violating a demigod? In spite of himself, a small whimper escaped his lips at the thought of rape. After experiencing the warmth and tenderness of a real lover’s touch, he didn’t want to get hurt…because that wasn’t love. If Yami was to be believed and he was indeed a light, then such ugliness had no place with him.



Still, he cringed at the feel of lightly calloused finger pads against the skin of his arm. The touch ceased almost immediately. Then a voice like velvet rose petals. “You’re shivering. Did I scare you, little light?”



Yugi lifted his chin in a hurry. “Yami?” His voice was caught between relief and reproach.



Obviously, Yami heard it too, because he chuckled quietly. “I did scare you.”



“No, you didn’t!”



This time, Yami laughed and Yugi yelped when strong hands suddenly pushed him down to the mattress and lips scurried along the column of his throat. “I apologize for being late in coming,” Yami offered an explanation between brief but firm kisses. “But I can make it up to you, yes?”



Yugi moaned appreciatively as Yami claimed his lips to explore his mouth in sweeping caresses and slipped slender fingers under the thin material of his night shirt. The feel of those warm hands on his stomach was beginning to drive him insane, like the beginning of an addiction. He arched up to the touch, drawing up one leg to wrap it around his partner’s. Yami was still wearing leather, maybe the same outfit from the Ball, and Yugi drew his bare toes up the back of the man’s calf to enjoy the buttery feel of the near invisible fabric. His hands skated along Yami’s clothed back, memorizing strong flat planes, the smooth dip of his spine and the curve of his bottom. He let out a shuddering groan when the darker one lowered himself to grind their hips together, tongue trailing a slick path along his jaw.



“Looks like I’m doing well.” Yami murmured, pleased at the soft mewls of pleasure.



“A good start,” Yugi responded breathlessly as his cock twitched with want of more attention. The subtle scent of chocolate coming from Yami intoxicated him and the man’s hands gliding down to the waist of his pajama pants had his nerves quivering with anticipation. Once the pants were off, he gasped, feeling a familiar tightening around his shaft. Slender and sure fingers teased the head of his cock before skittering down to fondle his sac, and while that distracted him, Yami’s other hand pushed up his shirt and found his nipple. He gently pinched at sensitive flesh, eliciting more noises of delight and sending the small body into throes of rapture.



“Mmnn…Yami!” Yugi squirmed and parted his thighs further, whining as a warm tongue lapped at his breastbone and followed the path down to his navel, delving into small dip. Yami settled comfortably between his legs, allowing the long and slender appendages to snake around his waist before bending down to lick at the waiting shaft. He tasted salty precome before Yugi bucked under him in nervousness or desperation. He murmured soothingly to his light but continued to suck at his cock, taking in a little more each time until Yugi was nearly sobbing in pleasure.



The smaller boy cried out involuntarily as he thrust automatically into the delicious heat surrounding him. Briefly, he wondered how Yami was so good at this. Had he done it before? Had he done it often? Suddenly, he wanted to see the other man’s face. He wanted to know just what color his eyes darkened to in the grip of lust and what his proud face looked like pleasuring another person. Gathering the scattered the fragments of his brain, Yugi shakily reached over to the bedside table to fumble for the lamp switch. He had to see what his darkness looked like juxtaposed to the light.



Almost immediately, the mouth pleasuring his cock stopped, making said piece of anatomy throb in protest. Yami quickly sat up and took his lips in a firm kiss, while his hand gently covered Yugi’s busy one on the nightstand. “No, little one.”



“B-but…I…” Yugi gulped nervously, wondering if he’d done something terribly wrong. Apparently, Yami sensed the thought because he warmly nuzzled the side of his face, despite the tight grip on his wrist.



“It’s better this way, Yugi. I couldn’t forgive myself if you were hurt.”



“Because of you?” Yugi asked the darkness. “Who are you?”



“The one who loves you.” The reply came after a pause. Yugi lifted his chin when Yami didn’t make another move.



Loved him? Yugi blinked uncertainly. There were many people who loved him; they gave him soul-touching poetry on paper, monuments in gold and marble, many ecstatic tears and bright smiles—none of which Yami had done. Nobody ever wanted to hide from him—like Yami insisted on doing. “What is –this- kind of love?” The younger one asked curiously.



This time, the reply was immediate. “The kind which shines only in the darkness.”



Was it better than the other kinds? Yugi wanted to ask, but he didn’t want to offend Yami. Besides, he figured it had to be; none of the letters, flowers and gifts he received made him feel like this. Reaching up into the inky blackness, he felt for Yami and grasped his shoulders to pull him down for a kiss, noting with surprise that Yami even tasted like fine chocolate. “I don’t know much about that.”



Yami kissed him back and let his hands once again roam the smaller body beneath him until they came to rest on Yugi’s slim hips. “Then, let me show you.”



Yugi moaned as the clever fingers once again began to stroke his neglected cock. Yami didn’t waste time teasing him like before, but in one fluid swoop, he drew the whole length into his mouth. Yugi cried out sharply at the tight heat surrounding him as his hands clenched the sheets by his thighs. The tip of Yami’s tongue swirled around the head, pushing him closer and closer to the edge until he was ready to beg. “…Yami!...Please!”



Yami made a small noise at the back of his throat, sending quick vibrations trilling along the hypersensitive flesh in his mouth. Yugi lifted his hips with a soft grunt, desperately thrusting into the moist heat and feeling slick muscles clench fantastically around his manhood. Yami increased his pace, movements becoming rougher in his mission to drive his lovely light to completion. He sucked hard, groaning in response to Yugi’s wordless sobs. In moments, the legs wrapped around his waist tightened and Yugi bucked his hips as he came with a soft cry.



Falling back on to the warm sheets, Yugi closed his eyes to catch his breath. Yami slithered up to kiss his cheek and his throat, tongue tapping lightly against the hammering pulse. “Stay with me, little one. We won’t be alone like this every night.”



Yami was obviously referring to Jonouchi’s temporary absence and Yugi wondered how the man knew. But it was a passing thought; he was still basking in a very nice afterglow.

“You planned all of this, didn’t you?” Yugi said, tone slightly accusing. Still, he nipped at the juncture between Yami’s neck and collarbone, drawing a surprised gasp. He smiled deviously to himself; two could certainly play at this game.



Yami paused and then Yugi felt him bury his head in his neck. “Trust me, my light, I could never have planned for this.” Contrary to his lustful teasing, Yami sounded quiet, honest…almost reverent.



Yugi hugged the body that fit almost perfectly on his and patted it soothingly. But in all practicality, he didn’t know if he could really trust Yami, especially since the older man was beginning to sound like one of his blind adorers. He desperately wanted this to be real, but what reality took place only in the darkness? People turned off the lights to sleep and then to dream dreams that only lasted until daybreak. “…but you’ll come back tomorrow night, won’t you?” He asked, but his tone was more absent than hopeful. He was tired.



Yami heaved a sigh and stretched out to lie beside him. Yugi still couldn’t make out his features, but he dutifully cuddled up when Yami drew him close and wrapped him in his tangled covers, whispering. “Rest assured, I won’t ever –leave- you.”



-II-



Next morning, the alarm clock erupted into an ungodly noise, breaking the still silence into a thousand non-existent pieces. Yugi winced wearily and curled up into a ball under his covers in an attempt to block it out. Damn Jonouchi for convincing him to get the loudest, most annoying alarm clock in the world, just because it was Kuriboh-shaped. Sure, it woke him up on time for exam days, but what good did ear-damage do? Nevertheless, he stuck his hand out from under the comforter and felt around for the off switch…just because he put up with the thing didn’t mean Yami had to suffer.



The thought made him sit up abruptly and look around himself for a sign of his visitor. Except for the fact that his pillow smelled faintly of chocolate, there was no other reminder of Yami. Even the curtains were drawn back from the windows and all of his things were in their proper places. Yugi sighed and drew his legs up to rest his chin on his knees. He hadn’t even noticed Yami slip from his side and leave the room, and there was less comfort in that than he thought, since Yami never actually promised to come back. But then again, he seemed so sincere…

Yugi knew there existed a few rare souls who didn’t like him, but those that did never turned to dislike him. Besides, thus far into the game, Yugi had revealed much of his hand—he expressed desire, he responded to Yami’s touch and the sound of his voice—, but Yami had revealed something more important. Didn’t the man say he loved him, called him a light? Yugi hopped off the bed and scooped up his discarded pajama pants to slip them back on. Yami was coming back, he was sure of it now. Where else did moths have to go, if not back to the light?



The boy looked up as the door to his room unlocked and opened to reveal a tall, smiling blond still clad in yesterday’s formal tux.



Yugi grinned at his friend. “Hey, Jou! Did you have a good time?”



“The best.” Jonouchi gave him a wink and wriggled out of his rumpled jacket before falling back on his bed with a heaving sigh.



Yugi giggled at the loopy grin on his face and bounced over to open the window, letting cold fresh air rush inside. Jou shivered slightly and moaned in protest only to have his diminutive friend usher him into wakefulness. “So, how was the Ball?”



Jou yawned and walked over to the coffee maker to see if he could coax some caffeine out of the grumpy appliance. “Interesting…once Bakura added some of the good stuff to the punch. You should have stayed, Yug’; you could have seen Malik nail Duke with a glitter bomb and Duke throw a bitch fit about hair damage.”



Yugi tilted his head confusedly. “What does that have to do with his hair?”



“Tch, everything has to do with Devlin’s hair.” Jou stated flatly while pushing random buttons on the coffee maker, causing it to release a brief snarl. “And the best part…while Duke was yelling bloody murder, von Schroeder burst in with a bunch of robes and shit, demanding to make you king. Apparently, he escaped custody while the security guards were busy guarding some old guy who donated money to the fine arts wing.”



“Oh no!” Yugi’s eyes widened in concern, but Jou only snickered. “What did he do?”



“Freak tried to jump over the center table on to Mai’s throne,” Jou’s voice cracked as he dissolved into a brief bout of laughter. “He miscalculated, the chocolate fountain got him in the nuts and let’s just say he hit on the wrong person, thinking it was you.”



“Me?” Yugi blinked. Siegfried mistook someone else for him?



Jou nodded, shaking with suppressed laughter. “Yeah. Mai’s brother has almost the same whackjob hairstyle as you, so Siggy jumped him like some sort of Jack the Chocolate Covered Strawberry Stripper.”



“Oh…ouch!” Yugi winced. He didn’t even know Mai had a brother, but if the guy was anything like Mai, Siegfried probably wasn’t going to be in class on Monday…or for the rest of his life.



Jou, however, didn’t share his sympathies. “Serves him right, the fucked-up ass…Mai’s brother punched him in the face and then she had him keelhauled out of there, kicking and screaming about injustice and how we’re all going to hell for bruising his face.”



“Wow…sounds like you had a crazy night, Jou.” Yugi stated in slight wonder. “I hope you aren’t too tired.”



“Uh, well…” Jou raised an eyebrow before frowning suspiciously. “Yug’, why are you so chipper this morning?”



“Ooh, no reason,” Yugi grinned widely. Usually, he would be depressed when Jou told him about exciting things that happened in his absence, simply because he wasn’t brave enough to be out in public. But today, nothing but happiness surged through his veins. “I was just thinking we throw out all this stuff.” He gestured to the roses and teddy bears and other superfluous gifts that lay scattered about the room.



“Holy shit, really?” Jou’s eyes widened and rightly so, since he’d been trying to convince Yugi to throw the junk away for weeks, but Yugi always faltered. What happened to change his mind in one night?



“Why not?” The smaller one already began gathering the dead and dried blossoms into a garbage bag. “Valentine’s Day is over and it’s not as if whoever sent these are going to be brave enough to come and talk to me.”



“That’s the spirit!” Jou dumped an armful of glittery romantic tokens into the garbage bag. “Gotta move on with life and such, you know.”



Yugi laughed, skipping over to sweep more red roses into the bag. “I know! Hey, Jou, we should do something cool today; is the rest of the gang up to go off campus for lunch and the arcade?”



“Yeah…sure.” Jonouchi leaned against his bedpost and watched his roommate zip around the room, looking too much like a delicate glowing hummingbird. If he weren’t so well aware of Yugi’s fear of strangers, he would have thought that the kid was in love.



-II-



When Yami didn’t come back on the night after Valentine’s Day, Yugi found himself too blissfully tired to mind. Spending an entire day with his friends, putting up with their antics, staying out of upperclassmen’s way and other such activities had worn him out. He still dreamt, though; of long limbs, dark eyes and a silky baritone voice…

But then, Yami didn’t visit him the next night either. Nor the next, even after he’d manipulated Anzu into whisking Jonouchi away to an all-night foreign film marathon in the amphitheatre…just in case Yami preferred to be completely alone with him. It made him nervous, slowly crumbling his sheath of bliss and reinforcing his old paranoid tendencies. He never imagined he would be treated so coldly, taken advantage of and discarded; maybe whatever happened wasn’t meant to release him from his fears, but to give him new reasons to be afraid of people. However, just as the depression began to hit, things became chaotic once again.



On Friday night, his dormitory floor had been declared uninhabitable thanks to an electric surge, which took out nearly all of the electricity. Jonouchi had come in later, so Yugi bore the brunt of the maintenance man’s ranting when it was confirmed that the source of the surge was his dorm. The man held up two frayed cables in dangerously unprotected hands and went on a lengthy explanation about broken braces, power lines tangled up in windows, repeat damage, vandalism and a flying squirrel conspiracy.



“These lines were caught in your windows for less than a week,” The man leaned close and Yugi automatically took a step back. “Did you hear anything wee-iird in your room around Valentine’s Day?”



“Huh…uh…n-no!” Yugi stammered and then blushed a deep red. The man gave him a suspicious glare, but made a dismissive gesture and a comment about him being too short to cause trouble. That in turn led to another rant about squirrels and Yugi took the opportunity to slip away. He was getting rather good at that lately.



Hours later, he stood nervously outside the door as an unnecessarily large team of handymen and security guards went in with flash lights to retrieve his and Jonouchi’s belongings. They weren’t particularly gentle with them either; on two occasions, Yugi had to make a daring leap to ‘rescue’ his precious duel disk and his box of Duel Monsters cards as they slid out of overfilled cartons. To make things worse, students from the other floors who heard the news were quick to run up to him with enthusiastic offers to room with them. Thankfully, Jonouchi was capable of being threatening enough that most of them backed away, but the ones who weren’t so easily intimidated gave the blond a few choice death glares every time Yugi grabbed his arm or clung to his waist nervously.



“The good news, Yug’,” Jou began and held out two envelopes. The one with his name was bulky with something solid inside while Yugi’s was totally flat. “…is that our new rooms are assigned, so we don’t get to choose.”



The shorter boy sighed in relief and backed away from an overly friendly hall monitor who was very sweetly wondering if he was with Jou, ‘in that way’. “Thank the gods!” He paused at the doubtful look on his friend’s face. “…and the bad news?”



“We’re not roomies anymore.” Jou held up a shiny object from his own envelope. “You don’t have a key.”



“What?!” Yugi nearly screamed, causing several people to raise their heads in concern. He grabbed at the envelope and tore open the creamy paper. Indeed, a letter in dark print confirmed his relocation to another spot. “The Millennium Complex? I don’t even know where that is! Jo-ou!” He turned huge, pleading eyes to the blond; he could always count on Jou to fix these kinds of things with sheer hardheadedness and well-placed temper.



Now, however, Jou only stared back at him with a mixture of shock and slight awe. “The Millennium Complex is…is a residential space on the other side of campus.” He explained slowly, but Yugi didn’t seem to understand. Given the boy’s popularity, Jou often forgot this was only Yugi’s first year. “It’s a real nice place, Yugi, you’ll like it.”



“But why aren’t you coming?” Yugi all but demanded; the tears were starting to win, if this trembling lower lip had anything to say.



Jou scoffed quietly and turned away, almost wrenching himself from Yugi’s grip. “Why would they let me in? It’s kind of the Presidential Suite…you know, for the Student President and student body officials.”



Yugi bit his lip anxiously, glancing down at the paper in his hands. Despite what he thought Jonouchi thought, there was no way Mai agreed to this. The real question was, who had the authority to pull strings behind Mai’s back?



-II-



Seeing the mahogany doors of the President’s office was like experiencing slight déjà vu. Yugi stared at the portal, half expecting a leather-clad figure to come out and recognize him, but there was nothing of the sort. The place was still as striking as ever with its imposing décor and cold marble tributes to impossible academic achievements. Even the tastefully placed flora looked crisp and straight, beautifying the place with a militant sense of duty, and here he was, distracting the President with idiot requests for a new dorm room.



He raised his hand to knock, wishing Jou, Honda or even Duke were with him. But the lot of them suddenly had things to do, leaving him to go by himself to Mai’s office. After careful consideration, he decided he could not stay alone without Jou, not even in the accidental luxury of the Millennium Complex—and it was luxurious; they’d given him an apartment to himself for god’s sake!—simply because he was too afraid. Braving the outside world could wait till graduation, by which time he would hopefully add a little bulk to his frame and shed his porcelain façade.



There was no answer to his knock, but the door creaked open slightly, an indication that walk-in hours were still in effect. Yugi stepped inside the reception room; there was no one he could see, but he could hear voices in the inner office. Neither sounded like Mai’s and Yugi almost smiled; maybe he could get the secretary to sort the whole thing out without even talking to the President. But the closer he got to the sealed door, the louder the voices got and Yugi abruptly stopped with a hand on the doorknob when a familiar voice floated over to his ears.



“…being unreasonable. All I’m asking is that you listen!”



Yugi cocked his head at the second voice. It was muffled and heavy, but there was something about it that seemed more familiar than the first.



“…not in the mood, cousin, just leave.”



“Temi…what’s wrong?”



“Nothing, I’m tired…please go.”



“Temi…” There was a brief shuffling of footsteps and papers. “Fine, just consider it, will you?”



There was a noncommittal noise, the muted scrape of a chair on carpet and Yugi backed away as footsteps came toward the door and the knob eventually turned. Yugi blinked, a small smile breaking out on his lips when he recognized the tall figure stepping through. “Seth!”



The man turned startled blue eyes to him and frowned as if he were deciding whether to dignify the shout with a response. Then, he too smiled, though now it seemed to take more effort than it did the last time they met. “Yugi Motou-kun.”

Seth inclined his head in greeting and Yugi groaned inwardly at his own disrespectful outburst.



“S-sorry, I didn’t know your family name…”



The taller man’s features softened a little at the words. “That’s nothing to be concerned about, for soon I may need to get used to saying Kaiba.”

He held up his left hand to display a gorgeous and pristine diamond ring, indicating his engaged status. Obviously, he and Seto had a very special Valentine’s.



“Ah, cool!” Yugi clapped delightedly. He would have liked one like that someday. “Congratulations!”



“Thank you.” Seth replied demurely, eyes sparkling. “Now, why are you here? Don’t tell me you need more locker space.”



“No.” Yugi shook his head and waved the paper he had come with. “The electricity in my dorm short-circuited...and I think they reassigned me to the wrong place.”



“Hmm…let’s see.” Seth reached for the paper and scanned it quickly. Toward the middle of the letter, his eyebrow shot up. After a few moments, Yugi doubted whether the man was even reading anymore, considering the way his eyes were glazed over and his expression looked too intense to be pondering first year housing arrangements. Tentatively, he tried to make eye contact with Seth.



“So, uh…you see my roommate is—“



“There is nothing wrong with this.” Seth’s tone was sharp and brooked no nonsense. Neatly folding the letter, he handed it back to Yugi who accepted it in bewilderment. “Mai’s signature is on the line and thus, these arrangements meet presidential approval. You had no reason to come up here.”



“But, the Millennium Complex is for student body officials only.” Yugi pressed, panic beginning to rise.



“You shouldn’t believe all you hear.” Seth folded his arms resolutely, but his voice was low. “Living arrangements are carefully chosen, Yugi, but concessions can occur due to extraneous circumstances.”



“But—“



“And let’s face it; you’re a bit of an extraordinary case.” Unlike what he expected, Seth didn’t look angry or bitter, rather he looked satisfied. Maybe a little triumphant. “Would you really put it past Mai to try and separate you from the rest of the school, so as to reduce your…influence?”



The blue-eyed man smirked and Yugi gaped in realization. Of course, Mai always intended to keep him under watch and thanks to the mess in his old dorm, the opportunity presented itself to her on a silver platter. She didn’t waste a second in flinging him into the most elite corners of the University where few could trespass freely, and thus isolated from his devoted fans, he would be forgotten or at least become less of a distraction in a matter of months.

Oddly enough, it didn’t make him all that miserable because as much as Mai hated him, she wouldn’t see him get hurt or picked on; he was safe in the Complex. All in all, he could live with this until any more circumstances put him back with Jou.



“You’re right, Seth-san.” Yugi nodded and bowed.



Seth gave him a soft nudge toward the door. “I’m glad I put things in perspective. Still, Yugi-kun, do keep your low profile or your looks won’t be the only thing to get you in trouble.”



“Yes, sir.” Yugi bowed again and slipped outside. Once again, before the door closed, he flashed Seth a brilliant smile. The man was so kind to him.



-II-



Seth waited until the soft shuffle of shoes receded and then leaned back against the office door he previously came out of. Crossing one foot over the other, he sighed as if he were carefully considering his words. Finally, he looked back, pressed his cheek against the mahogany wood and spoke. “Your sister seems to be getting a bit sloppy, Temi. I wonder why she would sign a letter giving the little one an apartment you are already occupying.”



The door opened abruptly enough that he had to act fast to keep from falling. His cousin glared at him, irritation evident in his ruby eyes, but his sense of honor prevented him from saying anything unflattering.



“Fine. What do I owe you?”



-tbc-



Notes: Again, if you are at this point, thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed and it made sense and all such. Of course, don't forget to leave a comment. ^^



I've been reading some old, old YxYY fics to get some inspiration for their scenes and I love the whole pure white innocent Yugi/ dark yet stoically protective (slightly insane)Yami cliche. But I wonder if there is a way Yugi can be manipulatively innocent...Psyche was misguided and deluded in the beginning too. There is a wealth of puzzleship I haven't read yet.

Anyway, in honor of the King of Games, here's an easy little riddle I got in the email YGO-fied.



On a hot and dry desert plain, Pharaoh Atemu for some odd reason is riding his trusty horse through the dunes when he passes three people. One is his favorite cousin Seth who stood by his side and saved him from hell and high water and so forth; the second is a badly wounded Mahaad, who really needs to get to a palace healer; the third is his light and soulmate, Yugi, who will disappear if they part now. Whom should Atemu take with him when his horse can only hold 2 people?



K, think about it. Whoever gets the right answer first will get a prize when I next update! Or do it for fun, because you know you wanna. ;p