Dear Diary

Today just before class started I was interrupted by Yugi Muoto who came up to me and asked me if we could talk. So I called off all my fangirls and told Bakura to go play with some wool like a good little kitty. Hah hah hah, meow. Shooting a deathified look at me he walked off continuing to class.

Yugi lead me to the recess yard and started to talk to me about his problems, sobbing between every friggin' sentence!  I stood my ground waiting, because at any second, the pharaoh could jump out and rape me behind a bush or something. Yeah, he's weird like that.

Anyways as it turns out Yugi was crying about him not getting any fangirls at all, he also said some more very specified problems were included in the list. After what seemed like hours listening to what he was complaining about, I decided to try and help him, maybe it will shut him up for at least five minutes. We had a long and convenient talk about the reason for fangirls and I told Yugi to meet me outside after school, because we were going to go clubbing! Yeah!!

Unfortunately, Yugi's impression of a club wasn't exactly the type I'd been looking for. He was standing by the gate with a small round hammer, twice the size of himself. A disgustingly friendly grin came across his face, his eyes still red and sore from this morning's crying shower. I shuddered.
We walked to his children's game shop to find something for him to wear, while he was getting changed for the 50th time, I searched through his drawers and found a very funny image of the Pharaoh in a tutu. I laughed at myself and then put it in my bag. By the time Yugi found something to wear, it was night time. We walked down to the bar me and Bakura usually go to, but when we walked in, Yugi's reaction wasn't as good as I wanted it to be. Even the un-clothed me on the tables didn't even seem to interest him! Realising this, I dragged him out and we walked into the next bar a few streets down.
We entered into the room of ladies, I don't think I liked it much but we went up to the bar anyway and grabbed a glass of Lemonade. I sat on a small chair in the corner of the bar for the rest of the night.

The next day Yugi entered school in a lively mood. He was wearing the same clothes as last night, only his hair and clothes were torn and ruffled. Looking dazed he walked up to be and I got a horrible smell of vomit and something… sticky….
He sat down next to me and learned against my arm and sighed. I shook him off a little hard and he fell face first onto the floor. This would be a day I couldn't forget.
Ever since then I have had him running up to me yelling "Marik Understands!!" like a little girl and glumping me to the ground. My sessions with a new therapist starts today…