Disclaimer: I don’t own nuthin’, not even good grammer.

 

Okay, another new fic. Hope you like this one, but don’t expect fast updates from me. I have a lot of other things going, not to mention I’m really lazy….. Still, I think this was pretty cute, even if it is kinda similar to  IWIM IWIM…..But I got to wonder why I tend to torture Seto so much.

 

Seto: I’ve been wondering that too.

 

Dai: It must be because you’re my favorite.

 

Yami and Yugi: Hey!

 

Seto: -_-;; With treatment like this, do you really want to  be her favorite?

 

Yami and Yugi:………

 

Seto and Dai: -_-;;;;;;;;;

 

 

Anata o wasurenai (I won’t forget you)

By: Dai-onna

 

 

Seto sighed to himself as he pulled out of the garage of the Kaiba Corp building, intent to take the rest of the day off since he'd been incapable of getting any work done. Not only was his heart simply not in the job at the moment, neither was his mind. Both were still preoccupied with the events that had taken place more than two months ago.

He shook his head lightly, a futile attempt to clear it as he pulled the sleek sports car out onto the road. He just couldn't seem to put it out of his mind and, the more time that passed, the more it seemed to take up his line of thought. When he closed his eyes he could still see Yuugi's stricken face in front of him, eyes wide with anger and pain, tears running, seemingly unnoticed, down his cheeks. The image was heart wrenching to him, and, more so, was the knowledge that he had caused such a look.

' Why don't you just date your company then, it's obviously more important to you'.

Yuugi's pained accusations echoed through his mind, causing him to laugh grimly.

/It looks like you got what you wanted in the end, after all, Yuugi./ He thought to himself. Since Yuugi had walked out on him, he hadn't managed to get more than an hour's work done. Instead, all he could do was sit around and think of his lover that had left him. And with good reason, he had to admit. He was far from attentive, especially lately. And it had begun to seem that the only times he and the smaller duelist even saw each other any more was when he was coming home from work late at night to go to sleep.

When he looked back on it, he had to admit that he had begun to avoid seeing the smaller boy. He had started to care for him more deeply than he had imagined and it was terrifying to be around him. He hated not having control of things and, with Yuugi around him; control just seemed to slip away like so much fine sand. Still, now that the boy was gone, he missed him terribly. He couldn't think during the day without the thought of seeing the smaller boy's cheerful face greeting him when he got home and he couldn't sleep at night with out his lover wrapped in his arms.

He wanted to run to Yuugi, beg the smaller boy to forgive him, to take him back, but his pride refused to let him. And even if he could overcome that pride, he was still too terrified of being shot down.

/I such a coward.../ He thought morosely, mentally berating himself. So many times he'd come close to calling Yuugi, or writing him a letter, but he could never bring himself to do it

He was alone and he had no one to blame but himself.

He was so deep in thought that he paid little attention to the road until the sound of squealing tires brought him back to reality and he saw a blur of red speeding towards the side of his car before he was jerked violently, the sound of breaking glass and crunching metal sounding distant to him. The last thing he was aware of was his head colliding with the door of his car before his vision went black.

 

. Yuugi sighed softly as he leaned on the counter of the game shop, absently rifling through his card deck to pass the time until the next customer came in, adamantly trying to keep his thoughts from drifting to anything that was tall, brunette, and filthy rich. He was determined to get over Seto, no matter what. He had long since discovered that he wasn't first priority in Seto's life, but over their last few weeks together in had become painfully clear to him that he wasn't second or third priority either. The young billionaire seemed to treat him as if he was nothing more than a convenience, something that he could simply come home to at night to keep him warm until he left the next morning. They rarely had the chance to speak a word to one another and it always seemed that Seto had something to do to keep from spending time with him, something that was more important.

It was better that he had broken it off now than to wait and get more deeply attached to Seto before the brunette broke his heart. It was better this way; it really was.... He just had to convince his heart of that first. The nights hadn't been the same since he had moved back into the game shop. His bed seemed cold, and emptier than it ever had before. It was strange how sleeping alone in his small, comfortable bed made him feel more lonely than sleeping alone in Seto's large one had. He missed being able to bury his face in Seto's pillow, to breath in the scent of his shampoo on it, the scent of him everywhere. Even when he had been alone it had been soothing, and now his own room simply felt hollow.

It was sad, really, how desperate he was to go running back to Seto, how his meager pride, and the fear of getting his heart broken were the only things that kept him from doing so.

He sighed a little, shaking the thoughts from his head as the phone started ringing and he answered it absently, only to be assaulted with the sound of Mokuba's frantic voice in his ear.

Seto was in an accident. Hurt.

The details never reached him as he turned out the boy, shaking slightly with worry as his mind worked a mile a minute trying to process it. He swallowed deeply, blankly telling the younger boy that he would be there as soon as possible, not even listening for a response before hanging up the phone. He placed his hands on the counter to steady himself, panting slightly. His heart was racing at the thought of Seto hurt, not knowing how badly, or even if he would be alright. Swallowing deeply he managed to move from the counter of the store, placing the closed sign on the door before rushing outside. he ran down the street, cursing his short legs for delaying him.

Not for the first time he cursed the fact that he didn't have a car but, as shaky as he was at the moment, he didn't think he'd be capable of driving. Instead he dug through his wallet for money before stopping a cab, breathlessly telling the driver to get him to the hospital. He slumped weakly in the seat of the car, trying his best to calm himself down. He didn't even know how badly Seto was wounded and, for all he knew, the brunette might not have more than a couple bruises. But still, he had to see for himself.

He absently wondered if Seto would ever stop meaning so much to him, if over time, his love for the older boy might finally fade, but he knew that that would never be the case.

No matter how long they were apart, even if he never spoke to the other again, Seto would always be the most important person in the world to him.

 

 

He groaned softly as he woke up, hearing the bustling sound of people moving outside the room he was in, and shook his head lightly, trying to sit up. He blinked eyes open when he felt a small tug at his hand and was startled to see an IV in it. He looked around frantically, finding himself in a hospital bed. He brought his unencumbered hand to his head, grimacing as it came in contact with a knot the size of a goose egg on his temple. It was no wonder that his head was throbbing. Just thinking about the lump made it hurt.

He closed his eyes, trying to bring to mind what had happened that had put him in the hospital but he was drawing a blank.

He heard a high-pitched squeal outside the room and blinked rapidly when a blur of black rushed through the door, launching himself at him, followed by a doctor who entered at a much more leisurely pace. He looked down at the blur, now proven to be a boy with a shaggy mop of black hair.

The boy looked up at him, his eyes frantic.

"Seto! Are you okay? What happened, does you're head hurt? `Niisama!" The questions shot off in rapid succession made his head hurt and he blinked down at the boy once again.

"Do.... I know you?"

The room seemed to freeze at that and both the boy and the doctor looked startled as he watched on, confused. The look on the young boy's face went from shock to a mixture of worry and annoyance.

"Nii-sama! That's not funny!" The boy exclaimed.

He blinked rapidly at that, staring at the boy who claimed to be his brother.

"I'm sorry... But I do not know who you are." He said softly, not wanting to further upset the boy. Said boy's eyes went wide and the beginning of tears formed in them before the child rushed out of the room. He sighed softly, feeling bad for upsetting him, and turned to look at the doctor with a helpless expression.

The doctor, and older man, perhaps in his forties, with short cropped tan hair was looking over his chart, frowning pensively. He waited silently for the man to finish reading them, though was anxious to know what was going on. He frowned to himself while he waited, thinking about the boy who had run from the room. What had he called him? Seto? The name didn't sound familiar to him, but it didn't really seem wrong. As it was, he couldn't remember any other name. The notion set him on edge.

Finally the doctor looked up from the chart and moved to him, inspecting the knot on his forehead.

"What is going on?" He finally asked. He knew nothing at the moment and he wanted some answers.

"What exactly do you remember?" The doctor asked, his voice light and civil.

He frowned softly at the question, scanning his mind for anything.

"I remember that the sky is blue, that classical music is highly underrated, and that the milkshakes at Burger World taste like crap. Other than that, not a whole lot." He drawled.

The doctor clucked his tongue lightly, making a few notes.

"I see." He murmured, raising a hand in front of Seto's face. "I want you to follow my finger with your eyes."

Seto did as told, following the man's finger as it moved until his eyes blurred and his head hurt, forcing him to close them. He shook his head a little, trying to clear the effect at the doctor made another note before sitting in a chair beside the bed.

"You were in a car accident." The doctor began, speaking softly. "Your head impacted with the door when your car was hit, resulting in a minor concussion and apparently severe memory loss. Given the nature of the accident, you came out with relatively little injuries. Aside from the knot on your head, you have a sprained wrist and a dislocated shoulder. With plenty of rest, they should heal quickly since you are in excellent shape. As for your memory loss; the blow to your head was not serious and, the odds are likely that your memory will return without complication."

Seto listened quietly to the doctor's explanation, taking it in as best as he could, folding his hands in his lap.

"I'm sure you'll understand that I have a few questions I'd like answered." He said coolly, though wasn't sure what brought on the frigid note in his voice. Was he always like that?

"Naturally." The man said. "I will answer any questions that I can."

Seto nodded.

"Who am I?" He asked, that seeming the most important question at the moment.

The doctor regarded him a moment before answering.

"Your name is Kaiba Seto..."

 

~~Owari~~

 

Seto: X_X

Yugi: ;_;

 

Yami:…… Where the hell am I???

 

Dai:… Uh… I don’t know……

 

Yami: -_-;;;

 

Seto: Please review, I want my memory back!

 

Yugi:…………

 

Seto: *ahem* I want Yugi back too!