Yugi Motou is a twenty year old college, he was born deaf and worked at his grandfather's game shop during the weekends. No one wanted to date a deaf person so he has been alone all of his life that is until a handsome look alike walked in his life. Will love blossom?
Takano just wants to be with Onodora. But Ritsu just isn't felling up to it. What's Takano going to do when he finds his precious uke sick with a fever? And what happens when Takano takes care of Ritsu?
After his failed attempt at harming Ed, the Lightning Alchemist is annoyed. So, he decides to do something new. Meanwhile, Roy and Ed are in a bit of a puzzle when a new subordinate shows up for Roy. Ed is reminded of some unpleasant memories and is slowly forgotten. Things happen, and even Roy changes. Can Ed remind...
Edward, Sergeant Brosh and Lieutenant Ross are all captured. When Major Armstrong, Lieutenant Hawkeye, Al and Roy go to save them, Ed is badly hurt. Mentally and physically. He won't talk about what happened. Roy decideds that its his job to fix Ed and over time, falls in love with him
When there is finally calm between the group, Yugi and his friends can resume a normal teenage life. Even Kaiba seems to have softened up- although, not by much. When all of the friends get snowed in after a Valentine's celebration, Kaiba and Joey spend a night together, but fight the very next day, as always. Joey Wh...
There's always that one boy at the back of the class. He never interacts with anyone, keeps to himself, and always played games by himself. He didn't really have any friends either - and so everyone practically avoided him. It seemed as if he would never truly find a friend to be with, but despite this he always seeme...
Yugi always loved snow. Except when it prevented him from leaving his house. But because of the snow, he saw his new neighbour in the attic through his window. Ever since, they've been texting and calling one another. But why does he never see the boy outside, or anywhere in the house except for the attic? From YuGiOh...
