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Okay, yet another chapter of this. Boy has it gotten out of hand. It was only supposed to be a corny one shot, not my newest series @_@;;;

 

Seto: At least you’ve gotten past all the torture of me.

 

Yami: *snorts* Yeah, now she’s gonna torture me.

 

Dai: ^_^ Just giving the readers what they want.

 

Yugi: The readers want hot, threesome sex. We haven’t gotten that yet.

 

Dai: X_X ;; Little pervert….be patient.

 

Yugi: XP

 

Seto: Anyway, on with the story.

 

 

Anata o Wasurenai

Chapter Five

By: Dai-onna

 

Yami was pacing back and forth in his soul room frantically, not understanding what was going on inside his mind. Kaiba had kissed him. Seto Kaiba; Yuugi’s one true love and the bane of his existence, had kissed him. The concept just was not making sense in his head. When one thought about Kaiba and about kissing, they immediately thought of Yuugi. Not him, Yuugi. Somehow the concept of the brunette ever kissing him had never entered his mind. So why was he so surprised that, in a moment of delirium, Kaiba, thinking that he was Yuugi, had kissed him? And why, of all things, were his lips still tingling from that momentary connection? Why was his heart still pounding frantically in his chest? And, dear Ra, why was he still picturing the other’s lips against his own, picturing himself pressed up against the other’s firm, lean body, clinging to him as his imagination carried the image, playing out into a scene where he responded to that kiss, wrapped his arms around the taller duelist’s neck and twined his fingers in his hair.

Then an image of Yuugi filled his mind and he had to resist the urge to scream. What in the name of Ra was he doing?? It was obvious that Kaiba was still in love with Yuugi, despite everything that had happened between them; the older boy’s subconscious had proven that. So what on earth was he doing imagining himself making out with the brunette when he should be trying to find a way to make his aibou happy again? He’d absolutely lost his mind. That was the only possible answer. What other reason could it be? He’d never found the young billionaire appealing before. Sure, he was handsome, and strong, and fiercely loyal to those he loved, and sexy as hell in a pair of tight fittin—GAH! He shook his head, growling to himself to trying and dislodge the mental image that was doing things to him that it shouldn’t.

/Yami? What’s wrong?? Did something happen?/ Yuugi’s worried voice filled his mind and, not surprising, he heard his aibou rapping softly on the door to his soul room. Feeling like a heel, he went to the door, letting the other in.

“Yami? What happened?!” Yuugi was in his arms in an instant, startling the dark spirit, and just for a moment he indulged himself in holding his aibou close.  He shivered a little at the feel. This was why he had locked himself away. He couldn’t bear to watch day by day as his aibou ran into the arms of another. Sought out someone else when he was hurt or lonely. It made him feel more alone than he could ever remember. And more useless.

“Yami?” Yuugi was looking up at him, confused, and he cursed himself for the mental lapse, releasing the smaller boy.

Yuugi was watching his dark half with undisguised concern, following him into the room, and placed a hand on his arm.

“Yami? What’s wrong??” He asked softly, biting his lip. “Did something happen with Seto?”

Yami flinched a little, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Anou… sort of…” He hedged, not sure what to say to the boy, or how to say it. “Kaiba woke up for a minute or so… He thought I was you… I think he had his memories back, or at least some of them.” He murmured softly

Yuugi blinked in surprise at that, then paled, a pained look crossing his face. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know what Kaiba had said to his Yami, thinking he was him. He  hadn’t spoken a word to the brunette before this incident since the day that he’d walked out.

“W-what happened?” He finally asked, seeing a peculiar expression cross over his dark half’s face.

“He said he was sorry… that he never meant to hurt you…” Yami murmured, not looking at Yuugi directly; something the smaller boy just couldn’t figure out. One thing he could tell, though, was that his dark half wasn’t telling him everything.

“And…?” He prompted.

“And… He kissed me.” He said softly, not wanting to see the look on Yuugi’s face.

Yuugi was in shock. Seto had kissed Yami? More so, Seto had kissed him thinking that Yami was him? Suddenly he felt the need to sit down, and did so, looking quite dazed. He could tell that Yami was watching him with concern, but his mind was still trying to process it. Kaiba had kissed them, in a sense. Yami’s personality may have been in control, but it had still been his body.  So in a way, Kaiba had kissed them both. Something about that notion caused a peculiar little twinge in his chest, but he didn’t  want to think about that just now.

Seto had apologized! That was something Yuugi had little to no memories of. Seto never apologized to anyone. `Cause, as far as Seto was concerned, he was never wrong. That he was say he was sorry filled Yuugi with a warmth, but despite that, and the kiss, he didn’t let himself get his hopes up, because it still wasn’t an explanation for why Seto had been avoiding him those last few weeks.

“Yuugi?” He blinked a little when he felt his Yami’s hand on his shoulder and looked up at him, sighing softly. He could see the mix of worry and…guilt, was it, that was in his other half’s eyes. He figured that Yami probably felt bad for being the one in control when Seto had kissed them.

“I miss him, Yami.” He said softly, biting his lip. “Despite everything, I miss him so badly. “

Yami felt his heart wrench at those pained words and he gently pulled his smaller half into his arms, hugging him gently, trying to comfort him to some extent.

“I know you do, Aibou. I know.” He murmured softly, rubbing the smaller boy’s back. Yuugi slumped in his arms, clinging to him for comfort. “I know how much you love him, and I know how hard taking care of him like this must be for you. But maybe… maybe when this is all over, you and he can try again. Talk with him, try and work out your problems.” He suggested softly.  “You two belong together. “ {And I belong in the background.} He thought solemnly, blocking the feelings of despair he felt off from Yuugi.

“Maybe…” The smaller one murmured, his face buried in Yami’s chest. Deep inside, he wanted nothing more than to fix things with Seto and be together with him again. He sighed a little, nuzzling his dark half’s chest. He wasn’t completely oblivious to his other’s feelings, and the last thing he wanted was for Yami to shut himself off from him again. {Maybe…. Just maybe… all three of us could work things out…} He thought, almost daring to hope.

 

Seto groaned a little as he woke up, feeling groggy, and more than a little disoriented. The first thing he noticed as consciousness set in was the fierce throbbing in his cheek., and tried to recall what the source of it was. Little by little he remember waking up in the hospital with amnesia, meeting Yuugi and his brother,  going home… but everything after that was just a blur.

Blinking slightly, he brought his hand up to his stinging cheek. Odd images were going through his head, memories from the nightmare he’d apparently been having. He figured they were parts of his past, but the images were so disjointed that they didn’t do him any good. With a sigh, he looked around the room, pausing when his gaze fell on Yuugi who was sitting in a chair next to the bed, looking quite spaced out.

He sat up a little, frowning thoughtfully, and waved his hand in front of the boy’s eyes. He was startled when he got no reaction from him.

“Yuugi?”  No response.

Frowning in concern, he leaned forwards, snapping his fingers in front of the other boy’s face. It took nearly a full five seconds for the small boy to jump slightly, turning his confused gaze up on him. Had he not been right up in the other’s face, he might have missed it, but to his surprise, the boy first turned pale, then a bright crimson right before his eyes.

“Yuugi? Is something wrong?” He asked in concern, hesitantly placing a hand over Yugi’s smaller one.

Yugi jolted a little at the touch, but had to resist the urge to pull his hand back entirely. Looking at the other’s gaze, he couldn’t be sure if Seto still had his memories that apparently he’d had when his Yami had woken him, but judging by the look of open concern and hesitance, he had a feeling that he didn’t.

“Anou…. I- I’m okay, Seto-kun. I just spaced out there for a minute.” He said lamely, rubbing the back of his head.

Seto frowned a little, narrowing his gaze at the boy. He got the distinct feeling that he was hiding something, though for the life of him, couldn’t imagine what. So he just figured it had to do with this seemingly catastrophic relationship that they had had before he’d been injured. Whatever that had been.

“Well… if you’re sure…”

Yugi immediately pounced on the chance to change the subject.

“Un! I’m fine. What about you though? It looked like you were having nightmares, really bad ones. You kept thrashing around and crying out.” He said softly, genuinely concerned. The look made him want to pull Yugi into his arms. Well, more so than he already did, that is.

“Yeah, I guess I was.” He murmured, chewing his lip lightly. “Though I don’t remember them too well, no—“ He blinked a little, his eyes falling on Yuugi’s wrist , the one attached the to hand he was covering. It was mottled with dark purple splotches in the shape of a….hand print? Hesitantly, he slid his hand up over the other’s wrist, gently encircling it in his large hand, and hissed under his breath when the marks matched the shape of his hand.

“Did I do that to you?” He asked softly, worry and guilt filling his voice as he gently lifted Yuugi’s hand, examining his wrist closely. 

Yuugi’s breath caught in his throat when Seto’s hand touched his wrist and he shivered a little, looking up into the other’s intense gaze. It took him a moment to even register the question, what with the way that Seto’s thumb seemed to be rubbing his wrist unconsciously. He felt like he would melt into a puddle at any moment.

“Oh, no, it’s okay. Like I said, you were having nightmares. You didn’t even know you were doing anything.” He said gently, trying to reassure the stricken looking brunette. 

Seto bit the inside of his cheek, looking at Yuugi intently, trying to decipher all the expressions that passed through his wide, violet eyes. Beneath his fingers, he could feel the smaller boy’s pulse throbbing and knew that just this little bit of contact excited him. Hell, his heartbeat picked up just looking at the smaller boy, so he figured that they were even on that count. Still, the flush in the boy’s cheeks, and the pulse pounding away beneath his fingertips made him want to see what other reactions he could get from the boy, as well as put his theory about their past relationship to the test.

“Still, I hurt you, and it looks quite painful.” He said gently, bringing Yuugi’s hand up to his face and pressing his lips to one of the larger bruises.  As if  on cue, Yuugi’s pulse spiked up, nearly doubling in speed, and a heated flush spread throughout his face. But the one thing that Seto hadn’t counted on was the look of pure terror in the boy’s gaze as he pulled back from him, startled.  His chest tightened painfully at the thought that he’d put that look there.

Yuugi backed up quickly, stammering some sort of excuse before rushing out of the room, leaving Seto there on the bed, torn and confused, and wondering what the hell he’d done to hurt the boy so badly.

 

Mokuba entered Seto’s room some time that afternoon, carrying a tray of soup and a baked potato that he’d had one of the cooks make for his brother.   Broccoli and cheese soup, and  butter on the potato. It was one of his brother’s favorite meals, though, for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out how the older boy could willingly eat broccoli. It was just a mystery to him. But he figured everyone had to have their faults, even his big brother. He wouldn’t hold it against him, that’s for sure.

He spotted his brother sitting up in bed, a contemplative look on his face until he spotted him. Mokuba felt a grin spread across his face when he brother smiled at him, less reserved than the ones that he usually got from him. He knew he should feel bad that he was so grateful for that aspect of his brother’s memory loss, but he just  couldn’t help it. It reminded him of when they were younger.  Seto smiled a lot more back then.  Sometimes he missed those days, but he wouldn’t change his brother for anything in the world.

“Oi, Nii-sama, I brought you something to eat.” He chirped brightly, setting the tray down on Seto’s lap as he pulled up the chair beside the bed.

Seto grinned at him lightly, causing him to beam.

“Aa, thank you. It smells good.” Seto murmured, his stomach letting out a loud rumble of appreciation that had him laughing and Seto chuckling sheepishly.

“No problem! It’s your favorite. I thought it might make you feel better.” He said fondly, looking at Seto with an adoring gaze that only a little brother could pull off.

Seto couldn’t help but smile down at the boy. He was just too delightful. Everything he imagined he would want in a younger sibling. And the loyalty that he seemed to exude warmed Seto’s heart like nothing else. He had the troubling notion that it wasn’t something he got too much of. Of course, given his status in the community, he could certainly understand why.

“Thank you, Mokuba. Sometimes I wonder if you aren’t the overprotective brother, and not me.” He said automatically, then paused with his spoon halfway to his mouth when he realized what he had said.

“N-nii-sama?” Mokuba looked just as startled as he felt.

“I… I don’t…. It just seemed like the right thing to say.” He said helplessly, looking at the smaller boy with an apologetic gaze. “I wasn’t thinking about it and it just seemed like what I should say.”

Mokuba nodded at him understandingly and to his relief, that beaming smile returned.

“It’s okay, Nii-sama. You’re remembering. You just have to take your time and let it come back to you.” He said, his voice full of confidence that Seto envied.

“Un,  I guess you’re right. I’ll just have to be patient then.” He murmured, closing his mouth around the spoon and relishing the taste of the food. He didn’t doubt that it was his favorite. It was delicious.

Mokuba nodded at him and sat on the side of the bed.

“But don’t worry about it, Nii-sama, you have Yuugi and me to help you until you get your memory back. And well tell you everything you need to know.” He said with a nod.  Seto wanted to smile at him, but instead he looked thoughtful.

“Mokuba… tell me about Yuugi.”

“Nii-sama…”

“Tell me about my relationship with Yuugi.”

 

~~Owari~~

 

Dai: Shame on you, Seto, wheedling  info out of your little brother.

 

Seto: What? I have a right to know!

 

Yugi: Was him teasing me really necessary?

 

Dai and Seto: Yes!

 

Yugi: @_@;;;;

 

Yami: Please review so I can get a better role  in this story -_-