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Yay, chapter three! I want to thank everyone for reviewing. I hope you keep it up, and I hope you continue to enjoy the story.

 

Seto: You mean, enjoy the senseless torture of me.

 

Dai: Of course. ^^

 

Seto: -_-;;;

 

Yami: I’m almost afraid to ask…Are you putting me in this story??

 

Dai: ^^ Next chapter… or chapter five at the latest.

 

Yami: -_- It’s going to be evil, isn’t it?

 

Dai: Only for Seto ^_^

 

Seto: X_X;;;

 

 

Anata o Wasurenai

Chapter Three

By Dai-onna

 

 

Seto leaned against his pillows, thinking to himself. Yuugi had once again run off, this time to get a drink for himself and Mokuba from the vending machine, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Something about the smaller boy was getting to him and he was quite certain that Yuugi hadn’t told him the whole story about their relationship.

There was one thing he was certain of, though. If he and Yugi were really ‘friends’ then there was no way that he wasn’t interested being more. And somehow he didn’t strike himself as the type to not act on that. Unless of course, Yuugi was already involved with someone else. Immediately the image of that blonde from before came to mind, causing Seto to scowl and feel a quick kick of jealousy before he dismissed the notion. He just couldn’t see those two together.

‘You deserve everything you get and more after what you did to Yuu-‘

The blonde’s words from earlier resurrected in his mind and he frowned do himself. He was positive now that the blonde had been about to say what he’d done to Yuugi, which begged the question: what had he done? It couldn’t have been too horrible since Yuugi was still trying to help him, but it did explain the wariness in the boy’s eyes when he got to close.

He wouldn’t have done something to physically hurt the boy, he was certain of that. So it left him thinking, though the obvious idea came to mind.

That he and Yuugi had somehow been involved, and that, somehow, he’d done something to bring it to an end.

The thought bothered him. If he had been involved with the boy, he couldn’t imagine ever doing anything to jeopardize that relationship.

Of course, he could be completely wrong and way off base. The problem was, he had no idea. What he needed was someone he could talk to who would give him a straight answer. Yugi would probably hedge around everything, probably trying to tell him as little as possible. And that Jounouchi… Somehow, he had a feeling any explanation he got from that boy would be a little biased, to say the least.

He sighed a little, closing his eyes, and brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, warding off a headache that wasn’t entirely caused by his concussion.

“N-nii-sama?”
Seto blinked up at the hesitant voice from the doorway and straightened when he saw Mokuba standing there, looking worried. He felt an immediate pang of empathy for the boy and scooted over, giving him some room on the bed to come sit beside him.

The boy looked torn for a moment before coming to sit down, shifting awkwardly. He gave the boy a smile and placed his hand on his shoulder.

“Mokuba, right?” He asked softly, seeing the boy wince a moment before nodding. “I’m sorry, this must be difficult for you. I don’t remember anything, so in a sense, you’ve lost a brother for the time being.” He murmured softly, watching the smaller boy. “I hope I can be an adequate substitute until I’m myself again.” He offered the boy a half smile and was rewarded with a watery grin.

“You’re still my brother, Nii-sama, You’ll always be my brother, even if you don’t remember me.” The smaller boy said firmly, causing Seto to smile at him and pull him into a one-armed hug.

“I must love you a lot.” He said simply, feeling a comfortable warmth when the boy hugged him back.

The smaller boy blinked up at him at that.

“Why do you say that?” He asked, slightly bemused. Seto grinned at him lightly and ruffled his hair.

“Because, you’re my little brother.” He said simply, causing the smaller boy to beam at him and hug him tightly. It made him smile and he was glad that, even if he didn’t remember the boy, his heart seemed to.

A discreet cough from the doorway interrupted the boys a moment later and the two brothers looked up to see Yuugi standing there, smiling softly. Seto felt another bittersweet twinge in his chest, this one a little more pronounced than before, and got the feeling that Yuugi should have been there in the close family unit as well. The thought was one he filed away to think about later, along with everything else, as he tried to decipher the relationship he held with the boy. He was almost scared to remember.

Looking down at his brother, he saw a look of longing, as if he too felt that the third boy belonged there with him, a part of the family, and he made a note to ask the boy about it later since his younger sibling obviously knew more than he did.

 

Yuugi resisted the urge to sigh as he looked at the two, an all too familiar pang in his heart reminding him that he had been a part of that family, and that he’d walked away from it. He tried, as he had millions of times before, to convince himself that he had done the right thing. But as always, his conviction was hollow in face of the longing he felt.

Swallowing back his pain, he stepped into the room, smiling at the two brothers.

“Anou, Seto-kun, you’ve been given permission to leave, now.” He said quietly, keeping himself from looking directly at the brunette. It was bad enough having to be so close, but if he had to look into those intense blue eyes that were now so uncharacteristically gentle, he was afraid he would lose it.

Seto nodded at that and released his brother from his hold, staring intently at the slender teen in the doorway, his eyes searching for something, anything, to trigger a memory within his mind. But he was without luck and he sighed, internally.

“Nii-sama, do you need any help getting dressed?” Seto’s attention was diverted back to his brother who was gesturing to the clothes that were folded neatly on a chair, and the hospital gown that he was wearing, something he scowled at with distaste before offing the small, black haired boy a soft smile.

“Yes, thank you.” He murmured, ruffling the boy’s hair, and taking delight in the warm feeling in his chest that having his brother with him caused. If nothing else, he could at least say without a doubt that he and his brother were close. That was a good start, if nothing else.

 

Yuugi sighed a little to himself, watching from a distance as Seto checked himself out of the hospital, Mokuba  lingering by his side like an ever-present guardian, watching over his older brother, and followed them outside to where Seto’s limo was already waiting for them.

The surprise on Seto’s face was clear and it occurred to Yuugi that, while Seto had been told about his financial status, he hadn’t really understood the depths of it. The look on his face had Yuugi stifling a soft giggle, but apparently the brunette caught the sound and flashed him a sheepish smile that had the smaller boy’s breath catching in his throat and his heart missing a few beats.

Did Seto have any idea how rare those smile that he was offering were, how precious? Surely he couldn’t. But Yuugi couldn’t help a small, callous part of him wishing that this had happened while they were still together so that he would have been able to truly appreciate those smiles. He tried to force the thought out of his mind, berating himself for it, and smiled back at the brunette, though the expression was strained.

The three of them got into the limo, Seto and Mokuba sitting on one side, while Yuugi sat across from them, feeling awkward and out of place. It had been over two months since he had ridden anywhere with Seto or his brother, and the nostalgia that enveloped him was as painful as it was soothing. He missed those times, where the three of them would go out and do things together. Those times when Seto would let his guard down and smile at them, even laugh occasionally.

In those last few weeks before they had parted, there was nothing that Yuugi wouldn’t have given to see that smile, or hear that laughter. But as it was, Seto was rarely ever awake for Yugi to see or hear him. When he was, he was always at work, or locked in his office. It had torn at Yuugi and, for a while, he’d blamed himself, wondering what he’d done wrong to make his boyfriend avoid him, but he soon realized how foolish that was. He hadn’t done anything but what he’d always done; what Seto had claimed he loved. In the end Yuugi had been forced to question just how genuine that love had been. Had it simply been an infatuation, mingled with lust, that Seto had mistaken for love, had grown tired of? The thought had his chest constricting painfully. Especially when he remember some of the times that the young billionaire had looked at him and he’d seen the affection, the desire, and what he had been so sure was love shining at him.

In the end, he supposed, whatever it was hadn’t been enough, and Seto had gone out of his way to keep his distance. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he might have preferred it, had the brunette just told him he wanted to end it instead of stringing him along as he had. It would have made the break a little less heart wrenching.

 

Across the seat, Seto was watching Yuugi intently, seeing the wealth of expressions flicker of his surprisingly open face, and frowned a little to himself, noting that many of those expressions were laced with pain, if not outright sorrowed. It caused his own heart to hurt watching him and he wanted to reach out, pull the smaller one into his arms, and soothe away his troubles. But, his mind told him, that it was almost certainly not that easy, and he got the distressing feeling that, what ever it was that was going through Yuugi’s mind, whatever it was that was hurting him, he was the source of it.

The thought had the bile rising in his throat and his hands clenching in his side, despite the pain the action cause his sprained wrist.

He hated this. This not knowing. Everything he was supposed to know was seemingly right out his reach, but worse yet, it seemed to be things that everyone but him knew. He wanted to demand answers, to throttle someone until he found out just what was going on, but he knew he couldn’t. Whatever it was that was the problem, it was something that Yuugi didn’t want him to know; and something that he’d have to ask about when the smaller boy wasn’t around.

He sighed a little, slumping in his seat lightly, mental exhaustion beginning to take hold of him. That, and the medicine they’d been pumping into his system at the hospital had begun to wear off and he could feel his head beginning to throb . He brought his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose slightly, trying to ward off the encroaching migraine. He had no idea how he was going to make it through the next few days with his sanity intact. He could only pray that his memory came back sooner, rather than later.

 

To say that Seto had been startled by the size of the mansion that he apparently lived in would be an understatement and he'd been almost scared to enter at first. After all, what kind of person lives in a house that huge, with only his little brother? Inside, the place had seemed even larger than the outside, like a mausoleum, and it disturbed him to no end. He was almost afraid to touch anything. It was almost surreal.

Silently, he allowed Yuugi and Mokuba to lead him through the house, starting with the ground floor. Everything was huge and there were so many hallways and rooms, he wondered how they remembered it all. Though he noticed Yuugi seemed to be the ‘head tour guide’ and had no trouble finding his way around, leading Seto to believe that he’d spent plenty of time here, which furthered his belief that he and Yuugi had been involved. Again, he couldn’t help but wonder what had happened.  

Shaking the thought from his head for a moment, he paused, leaning against the wall on his good arm as a wave of dizziness washed over him, causing his two smaller companions to take notice and rush to his side.

“Nii-sama, are you alright?” The voice sounded distant to him and he brought a hand to his head, willing it to stop spinning. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted with blurred, doubled vision of the two boys beside him. He groaned lightly.

“Seto-kun? Daijoubu ka?” He shivered a little at the soft voice, and the small hand that wasn’t his brother’s on his arm. After a moment of blinking rapidly, he nodded.

“Aa, daijoubu yo, daijoubu yo.” He assured, waving the two off lightly as he tried to straighten himself, managing not to fall flat on his face; a good sign at the very least. “I think I just need to lie down for a little bit.” He murmured.

Yuugi was by his side like a miniature guarding angel, taking his hand in a firm, but gentle grip, holding it with both of his small, delicate hands.

“Un, of course.” He affirmed, insistent on helping Seto along through the hall, Mokuba flanking his other side. “Perhaps you should stay in one of the guest rooms on the ground floor for now, at least until you’re not so dizzy. It might be best to stay away from the staircase.” The spike-hair boy suggested. Seto nodded lightly at that, seeing it as sound logic.

“That sounds… like a good idea.” He mumbled, focusing hard on keeping himself upright. He wasn’t sure why, but he distinctly didn’t like having someone helping him along, obviously used to doing things on his own, and had to resist the urge to push the other aside and try to do it on his own.

The two boys led him into one of the large, ground floor rooms, and he had to just gape for a moment at the size of the room. If this was what the guest rooms were like, what was his own room like?? Trying not to think about it at the moment, as his head seemed to be full of cobwebs, he allowed the others to help him over to the massive bed and laid down gratefully.

The bed was soft and pliant and he sighed softly as he sank into it, resting his head on the fluffed pillows. This bed made the one at the hospital seem like a torture device. He hmmed a little to himself, closing his eyes as he tried to get the fog in his head to lift a little.

It was only a matter of moments before he was deeply asleep.

 

Yuugi sighed to himself, leaning against the door just outside the room Seto was sleeping in. Mokuba had gone upstairs just after his brother had fallen asleep, leaving the young game master to himself for the time being.

Being around Seto like this was addicting, and he was finding it harder and harder not to just pretend that everything was fine between them and that they were still lovers; something he wished, more than anything, was true. But sadly, it wasn’t, and Yuugi was forever thankful that he had thought to place Seto in one of the ground floor rooms. He didn’t think he could face the sight of Seto’s bedroom just yet. The room that, not too long ago, had been their room.

Just the thought of it had Yuugi shivering slightly and swallowing around a lump of emotion in his throat. He could still envision it easily in his mind, the room that he had spent so many nights in; some wonderful, some painful, but all treasured memories in his heart.

In his heart, where they would have to stay locked away if he was going to survive this.

 

~~Owari~~

 

Yugi: *sniffles* You’re so mean, Dai. I want my Seto!

 

Seto: *nods* You’re evil. EVIL!!

 

Dai: Thank you ^_^

 

Yugi, Yami, and Seto: -_-;;;;;;;;

 

Dai: Please review if you want me to continue.