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This story is No. 3 in the series "Yu-Gi-Oh Crossovers, Prompts and Oneshots". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Set at the end of Witch from Season 1; AU from there. Yami banishes Amy’s mother Catherine to a place where she can’t hurt Amy ever again, and also changes Amy for the better.

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Anime > Yu-Gi-Oh!BuffyKaibaHuntFR7610,2691121,09924 Jun 119 Mar 13No

On the Dance Floor

Here’s a new chapter of my Buffy/Yu-Gi-Oh crossover story. It takes place after Normal Again in Season 6. Hope you like it! :)

On the Dance Floor

On a barstool like a damn fool
Hoping she won’t think I’m too much older
Just another come-on line
To a girl like you in a place like this

And on the dance floor wanting so much more
I crossed that line and got that cold shoulder
You probably think I’m full of it
But I don’t think you’ll ever find such emptiness

This heart of mine is just looking for
A heart like mine who’s just looking for
What it can find
Still looking for a heart like mine

--Clint Black, A Heart Like Mine

It was another December evening. Buffy and Amy were at the Sunnydale Mall food court, sometimes smiling at each other, sometimes looking over at Yami, who was busy window shopping while looking for the right presents for the Scooby Gang, and sometimes exchanging stories with each other.

Amy had long since heard not only about Buffy’s being called as the Slayer, but also about how she burned down the gym at her old high school, Hemery, in Los Angeles, where Buffy used to live.

“I’m so sorry, Buffy,” she now said, putting her hand over Buffy’s in a sisterly way. “It must’ve been tough for you to hear the words ‛You’re expelled’ from the principal at Hemery, huh?”

Buffy nodded. “Yeah. It sure was. However, the story didn’t end there, though.”

“What happened?” Amy queried. She really wanted to know about the events that transpired after Buffy had been expelled from her old school. “It’s OK, Buffy,” she said when Buffy looked a bit reluctant at first, while at the same time doing her best to sound encouraging. “You can tell me. I promise not to laugh. Honest.”

It was only after hearing Amy’s promise not to laugh that Buffy finally decided to tell her. After all, whoever said “Honesty is the best policy” sure knew what they meant there.

“Well, you see, Amy,” Buffy began, choosing her words carefully, “before I was called as the Slayer and before I got expelled from Hemery, there were... problems between my mom and dad. They would usually fight over little things like money.”

“I see,” said Amy. “So, I guess I’m not the only one whose parents had problems. Looks like yours did as well.”

Buffy nodded. “Yeah. Only, unlike you, though, Amy, at least my mother wasn’t into witchcraft or switching bodies with me just to relive her high school days. She was a good mom to me and Dawn.”

Amy smiled at those words. “Yes. You’re right, Buffy. I feel as though I knew your mother from all those stories she had told you, which you then told me in turn.”

Then Buffy said, “When I got back home to Los Angeles from Las Vegas, Nevada, where I had gone with Oliver Pike, who used to be a slacker until I saved him from a vampire, and then became a friend of mine, something else happened to me. Something that I will never forget.”

“Really?” Amy asked. Her eyes were full of curiosity, as well as concern for Buffy, as she sensed that whatever it was Buffy wanted to say next, it probably was heartbreaking. She could tell because of the telltale tears shining in Buffy’s emerald eyes.

Her hunch paid off when Buffy summoned up her courage and then said, “I have a confession to make here. But it is kind of heartbreaking, since I still get teary-eyed when I remember it sometimes.”

Amy offered her a tissue, which Buffy gratefully accepted and used to wipe the tears away from her eyes.

Finally, Buffy pulled herself together. Then, after gathering her thoughts together, she said, “You see... uh, Amy, I think we’d better tell Yami about this.”

“Tell me about what?”

Yami’s unmistakable baritone voice sure was quite unique, and, in this case, so was his hearing things, even from a great distance, too. Buffy and Amy looked up at Yami, who was smiling while the handles of two shopping bags that held their Christmas and Hanukkah presents (which made four bags altogether) dangled from his arms. It was a wonder to Buffy and Amy how Yami was used to lifting such things. Maybe he had lots of practice with doing so most of the time.

“Oh, hey, Yami,” said Amy, suddenly blushing as she usually did whenever Yami happened to be around. “Looks like you got the Christmas/Hanukkah shopping done already.”

Yami nodded. “I did.”

After Yami set the bags under the table and made sure to put the handles underneath and then around the legs of the chair he was sitting on, he then looked at Amy and Buffy. “What is it that you wanted to tell me?” he asked.

Amy looked at Buffy and nodded, while at the same time smiling encouragingly. Buffy took that as her cue and then looked Yami and Amy straight in the eyes while she put her thoughts together, while at the same time trying to figure out how to best phrase something that had happened to her – something that had taken place that was before her parents’ divorce, after she had become the Slayer and before she had moved from Los Angeles to Sunnydale and met her friends.

“You see, Amy, Yami,” she finally said, “apparently, the question here is whether or not I’ve been in a mental institution – namely, before I came to Sunnydale and then met you guys, of course.”

The tears finally began to flow in a salty waterfall down her cheeks, and Yami and Amy each placed a hand over Buffy’s right one in a gesture of comfort. After picking up the tissue and wiping away the tear stains, Buffy finally went on.

“Well, the answer to that is... yes, I have.”

“What?” Yami queried. His crimson eyes were full of concern for Buffy, as were Amy’s dark chocolate ones. “What do you mean, Buffy?”

Even his voice was rich with concern.

Buffy sighed and took a deep breath. This was it. It was time for her to tell them the truth about what had happened – the events that had taken place after she was called as the Slayer, but before her parents’ marriage crumbled into pieces.

Which, Yami thought while Buffy took the time to put her thoughts together, is kind of like how someone drops a vase or jar made of porcelain or glass on a wooden floor, but different. Yami had long since been informed by Amy about Buffy’s parents and how they tried to keep their marriage together for Buffy’s and Dawn’s sake and failed to do so. And he had also been reading a lot of books that dealt with the subjects of parents and marriage, as well as infidelity and divorce, too.

Of course, that had surprised Amy and Buffy at first when they had come into the Magic Box and found Yami sitting there at one of the tables with all those books about those very subjects at his elbow and one of them in front of him. But they soon got used to it and realized that a former Pharaoh, even one Yami’s age, needed his space, especially when doing something that was both vital and important like reading books.

Yami then pulled his thoughts back into the present just then as Buffy then cleared her throat before finally looking at Amy and himself in the eyes.

“OK, now you guys know that what I’m about to tell you is just between us and my friend Willow, since I had told her about this yesterday,” Buffy said, as Yami and Amy looked at each other and nodded, looking serious.

Finally, after taking yet another deep breath, Buffy finally told them her secret.

“Back when I saw my first vampires,” she began, her emerald orbs shining with new tears, “I got so scared. I told my parents... and they completely freaked out.”

“Oh, my,” Amy said as she tried to imagine Buffy’s mother and father freaking out as a result of their daughter telling them about what she had seen. “That’s awful.”

Yami nodded. “I agree. That must’ve been quite a shock for them to hear that.”

“Yes,” Buffy nodded. “They thought there was something seriously wrong with me. So they sent me to a clinic.”

Buffy noticed that, as Yami listened to her story, his free hand began to tighten on the table top, as did Amy. It was as though she had again gotten the telepathy power of those unnamed telepath demons back when she was in her senior year at Sunnydale High School, and was suddenly able to read Yami’s thoughts very clearly. (She had dispatched one telepath demon, but not before getting the scratch on her hand that then led to her getting the telepathy power, which was also called “the aspect of the demon”). Angel had killed the other in order to get the antidote for Buffy so she could be cured of the telepathy power. At first Buffy had been OK with the power to read the thoughts of others, although she couldn’t do it with Angel because of his being a vampire, and answering questions when they had been studying Othello by William Shakespeare was quite nice as well. But eventually, because of her inability to control it, it had almost driven Buffy to the brink of insanity.)

Gosh, that’s horrible! Yami thought while at the same time closing his eyes and imagining the scene that played in his head: Buffy trying to get her parents to listen to her as she tried her best to tell them about the vampires she had seen with her own eyes, and then her own parents, rather than listening closely to her, and then telling her that they believed her when she was finished, sending her to a mental hospital for those who had, as he had heard some people put it in this day and age, “gone around the twist”, “had gone mad” or “had lost their grip on reality”.

He opened his eyes and focused just as Buffy said, “I was there for only a couple of weeks. I stopped talking about it.. and they let me go.

“Eventually,” Buffy added with a note of finality in her voice, “my parents just... forgot.”

Finally, the tears began to fall in a river-like fashion as they left a salty trail down her face. She realized that she was crying.

“Buffy, look at us,” said Amy as she put a comforting arm around Buffy’s shoulders. “You’re not crazy. Yami and I, we’ve seen these vampires with our own eyes ourselves. So we know what you had seen.”

Buffy looked at Amy and smiled. “Thanks, Amy.”

“You’re welcome,” Amy replied.

“Buffy, it’s going to be OK,” Yami chimed in as he reached over and wiped her tears with the now clean tissue. “And Amy here is absolutely right, you know. She and I, we have helped you when it came to battling not only vampires and demons, but also the real-life issues of growing up as well.”

Buffy looked at Yami, a look of surprise on her face, while Amy just smiled at her boyfriend. In her mind, as well as the minds of Buffy, Dawn, Willow, Xander, Giles and the other Scoobies, Yami sure was quite the philosopher. Plus, not only did he have an ability to put his thoughts into words, but he did it pretty well, too. Maybe he had gotten lots of practice long before he had met Amy and the others. She wasn’t sure. But there was one thing she did know – no matter what life threw at them, be it lemons or good luck, Yami was usually there for them to talk to.

Amy believed this to be very true. Her mother may have played Freaky Friday with her body, but never had Catherine Madison seen such a powerful warlock as Yami certainly was.
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