Disclaimer: See chapters 1-5
Okay, I know I took WAYYY too long getting this
chapter out, but hey, what can I say, I’m lazy ^^;;;;
Seto, Yami, and Yugi: -_-;;;;;
Dai: ^^;;;; Anyways, the chapter’s finished,
that’s what’s important Enjoy!
Anata o Wasurenai
Chapter Six
By Dai-onna
Yuugi was hiding out in the study, wanting to
be as far away from Seto as he could for the time being, needing to think and
collect himself. He didn’t know what to do anymore and was, not for the first
time, beginning to think that coming here, even though it was to help Seto, had
been a very bad idea. And now it seemed like Seto was deliberately trying to
get under his skin, something he was doing a spectacular job at, and Yuugi was
completely at a loss for what to do.
He had been able to
see the tenderness in Seto’s eyes, there had been no mistaking it, but he’d
panicked, not wanting to cave in and open himself up to being hurt again. He
was all but certain that Seto had been teasing him before and he wanted to
scream. Why would the other do such a thing? Did he have any idea what his
actions meant? Any idea what had passed between them those months ago? Surely
he had to. Seto wasn’t an idiot, that was something he believed wholeheartedly,
and surely by now Seto had seen the signs that there had been something more
between them than just friendship, despite Yuugi’s omissions.
So why, if Seto understood what had been
between them, would he tease him that way? Seto wasn’t spiteful, he knew that,
and without his memories, he had no reason to harbor ill feelings towards him.
Was it possible that Seto was interested in him, even now, without his
memories? Was it possible that regardless, he still found himself attracted,
and possibly even drawn to Yuugi. And if so, what the hell was he going to do
about it?
Having to take care of Seto when he had no
idea about the strained relationship between them was one thing, but to have to
take care of him when, regardless, the brunette was trying to come onto him,
would be impossible to tolerate… and perhaps, impossible to resist.
He slumped down
onto the small chaise lounge, running a hand over his face. What would happen
if Seto were to show an interest in him, even make a move on him, and he was
unable to resist? What would happen if he surrendered himself to what he felt
for Seto, only to have his heart broken once again when the young billionaire’s
memories returned. Dear god, he didn’t think he could survive it. He sighed a
little, leaning back in the plush seat and closed his eyes. He didn’t want to think
about these things. He didn’t want to wonder about all the painful things that
could happen. What he wanted, more than anything, was to go back to Seto and
crawl into his arms where he would feel safe and loved again.
“What do you mean there are two Yuugis?” Seto looked at his little
brother in shock, listening to the seemingly impossible story that the boy was
telling him, from how they had grown up, to when he had met Yuugi, and now
about the spirit that supposedly lived in the puzzle around Yuugi’s neck. It
seemed rather unfathomable. But by the look on his brother’s face, he could
tell that, at least, the boy believed every word he was saying.
“Yuugi’s other self, the one that lives in the puzzle and protects him.
He’s supposed to be this ancient pharaoh from three thousand years ago who was
your ancient rival. At least, that’s what Isis-san told us. That he was this
big-shot pharaoh and you were a high priest who was trying to overthrow him.”
The smaller boy explained, though looked almost as if he didn’t believe that
much himself.
“Gee, I sound like a prince…” He muttered, trying to fight off a massive
size migraine that was threatening to form. “Okay, but it’s Yuugi that I was
involved with, and not this pharaoh or whatever he is, right? He questioned,
looking at the boy critically. This was getting more and more confusing by the
moment and he didn’t want to get even more confused.
Mokuba nodded at
that, looking thoughtful as he recalled the past.
“Uh-huh. You and Yuugi were fierce rivals; though it was more one-sided
on your part, since you wanted to reclaim your title as national champion.
Yuugi never really cared about the title, but it was vital to you. I think
that’s why Yuugi always won.” The boy said with a chuckle. “He would duel just
for the sake of dueling, and you did it for your title.”
Seto shook his head
a little, listening to his brother’s explanation, and was starting to wonder
just how he and Yuugi had ever gotten involved to begin with. It seemed
impossible. He must have been thinking that out loud, because his brother got a
perplexed look for a moment, tapping his finger against his chin lightly.
“I don’t know how you two got together… no one does. You guys never
said. It was the weirdest thing, too. One day you guys seemed to be at each
other’s throats, then the next you were fawning all over each other and acting
like a couple of newlyweds.” The boy told him, causing Seto’s overtaxed mind to
whirl. He sighed lightly, leaning back against the headboard, and closed his
eyes for a moment.
“Alright, so you don’t know how we got together, but tell me… why did we
break up?” He asked. That had been the most prominent question in his mind.
From Yuugi’s actions around him, it seemed like he himself had been the cause,
but for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why he would break up with
someone like Yuugi, especially when he seemed to feel so strongly for him. So
he looked to his little brother who seemed to blanch at the question, and
raised a slight brow.
“Mokuba fidgeted a little under his brother’s scrutiny and chewed his
lip for a moment, playing with the sheets. He didn’t really know how to tell
his brother, since he himself wasn’t all that sure of the reason, though he had
a good idea.
“You drove him away.” He said softly, causing Seto’s brows to raise.
“You started…I dunno, ignoring him. You would spend more time with work and
less and less time at home. You always found time to spend with me, but when it
came to being with Yuugi, you were always too busy. At first it just seemed
like a bad coincidence, but then after a few weeks, it became obvious that you
were avoiding Yuugi. That’s when he left.” The boy said softly, looking solemn.
Seto was clearly
shocked, as attested by his somewhat horrified expression. He couldn’t imagine
ever doing that to someone, especially not to someone as sweet and kind as
Yuugi was. It just seemed heartless, and he refused to believe that he was so
uncaring.
“Mokuba….. Did I….
I mean, was I…..Didn’t I love him?” He asked awkwardly, looking at the smaller
boy next to him. From what his brother had told him, his relationship with
Yuugi had been very intense, enough that the spike-haired boy had been living
with him for a couple months. But how could he have done such a thing if he had
loved him?
Mokuba looked
thoughtful for a moment before he finally answered him.
“I believe so. I
know Yuugi’s friends think that you had just been using him, but that’s because
they didn’t know you like I do. They couldn’t seen the differences in you after
Yuugi came to live with us, and even before that. You smiled when Yuugi was
around. It wasn’t that often, but it was there. You almost never smiled before
then. Especially when other people were around. I could see how happy Yuugi
made you. Your life wasn’t just about protecting me, or being the best anymore,
a large part of it was about him too. That’s why I have never been able to
figure out why you cut Yuugi off the way that you did. It just didn’t make
sense, and when I was around you, I could see that it was hurting you. I asked
you about it several times, but you would always clam up and refused to say
anything.” The boy explained solemnly.
Seto was
dumbfounded; it just didn’t make any sense to him. Why would he treat Yuugi in
such a way, certainly destroying something special that he had with the boy? It
seemed insane. And yet, the anxiety in Yuugi’s eyes whenever he was around him
attested to it and he felt his heart clench in a disturbingly familiar way when
he thought about how badly he had hurt the boy. He sighed a little to himself,
looking over at his brother.
“Thank you for
explaining this to me, Mokuba, I guess I understand a little better now. “ he
told the boy, reaching out to ruffle his hair a little. In truth though,
understanding now probably wouldn’t change things once he got his memories
back, something he almost didn’t want to do. What kind person did the things he
did, treated people the way he did? What was in his memories that made such a
drastic change in the way he acted? Whatever it was, it was something he was
certain he didn’t want to remember.
Mokuba nodded and
hugged him, snapping him out of his rumination, and slid off the bed.
“Anytime. Besides,
there’s more info locked away in that head of yours than I could tell you, so I
don’t suppose it really matters. I’m gonna go check on Yuugi. He was looking
pretty spooked when I saw him earlier
in the hall.” The boy chirped, heading for the door. Seto blinked a little at
that, then cursed himself internally for his teasing actions earlier. What
Yuugi must be going through right now had to be enough with his torment… but,
he liked the boy, probably even loved him deep down, so why shouldn’t he show
affection towards him? True, with his memories intact he had pushed the boy
away, but he clearly still felt strongly about him, so maybe it was better this
way. Maybe things would even be better if his memories never returned…
It seemed he had a
lot to think about. And when he went over everything that Mokuba had told him,
he found himself not only contemplating his relationship with Yuugi, but the
other one as well… what had his brother called him, Yami? What was his role in
the relationship that he and Yuugi had shared? From what he understood, he and
the ancient spirit held a great deal of hostility towards one another, at least
they had, Did they still? He hadn’t seen the dark one once since he had met
Yuugi in the hospital, but from what he understood, the other lived within
Yuugi’s mind. Was he avoiding him? Was it just coincidence and he was reading
too much into things? He had no idea and that bothered him to no end. He
definitely got the feeling that he liked having all the answers and being left
in the dark was something that truly bothered him. It was yet another piece of
the puzzle that he would have to put together.
With a sigh he laid
back against the pillows of the bed, trying to ward off another burgeoning
headache. He really needed to stop thinking so hard about everything, or he was
going to drive himself insane, whether from headaches or from all the
unanswered questions, he didn’t know. Either way, it wasn’t likely to be a
pleasant experience. But he couldn’t stop the nagging in his mind, the need to
know more. There were so many things he couldn’t figure out, and it seemed the
only answers were buried within his mind and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know
some of them.
Yuugi did his best
to avoid Seto for the rest of the day, not certain how to face him after that
incident earlier, and not certain what
he would do if he was faced with him. His emotions were so unstable when Seto
was around him and he could hardly resist the urge to throw himself at him. It
had only been a couple of months, but it felt like ages since he had felt
Seto’s touch on his body, felt his lips against his own, and it seemed like an
eternity since he had curled up in his love’s arms and fallen asleep, no
worries or doubts in his mind.
It was like some
distant fairy tale to him, almost as if it had never really happened, and the
realization of that made him want to cry. His most precious memories seemed
fake and delusional. Almost as if their entire relationship had been nothing
but a fleeting dream. He wanted to
scream, to protest it, to bring back the certainty he had once felt about
everything. It just seemed so unfair to him.
He was wandering
the upstairs halls, taking in various things, the library, the offices,
everything that was so familiar, but still vague, as if looking back on a dream
instead of a memory. He bit his lip and paused when he ended up outside of a
set of unmistakable double doors and chewed his lip for a moment before
reaching into his pocket and pulling out a key that Mokuba had given him
earlier in the afternoon. The boy had said that it was so he could get Seto
some of his clothes if he needed to, but Yuugi suspected that the boy
understood better than he let on.
He stared at the
key for what seemed like hours before, with a shaky hand, he reached out and
unlocked the doors, parting them open. Yugi had expected a sort of déjà vu. To feel
as if time had turned back as he entered the dimmed room. The lights were out
and the sun had long since set, leaving the room cast in dark shadows. But as
Yuugi entered the spacious room, he felt….nothing. No biting pain, no
overwhelming nostalgia, not even the slightest twinge. Instead he felt… warm.
The familiarity of the room settled down on his mind and he basked in it as he
shut the doors behind him. It was like coming home after being away for a long
time and it soothed him. There were no ghosts in this room, to his amazement,
just a sense of belonging.
Here
I am,
playing with those memories again
and
just when I thought time had set me free
those
thoughts of you keep taunting me
He sighed softly
and moved farther into the room, taking everything in and making a mental
review. It seemed like nothing had changed since the last time he’d been in
here….since he told Seto he was leaving him. The memory still haunted him. From
the moment the words had left his mouth, he’d wondered if he’d made a mistake.
If he should have talked to Seto, let him explain. Would he have, had he given
him a chance? Or would he have just brushed him off?
It was that
question that had held him back in the beginning, when he had wanted to run
back to Seto, ask for forgiveness, and beg him to tell him what was wrong. In
the end, he had decided it would be easier to leave than to hang on and wait
for Seto to cut him loose. He bit his lip and moved to sit down on the bed,
running his hands over the silky, midnight blue sheets, remembering the feel of
them wrapped around him as he slept.
A
feeling I never outgrew…
Though
each and every part of me has tried
Only
you can fill that space inside
So
there’s no sense pretending
My
heart it’s not mending.
He wanted Seto back.
He had no doubt of that, and maybe, just maybe, Seto wanted him back too. But
could they work it out? If…when Seto’s memories returned, would they be able to
work things out between them and be
together again? Was he strong enough to risk it? He didn’t know. He just didn’t
know… and he was terribly afraid that if he tried and failed that it would
destroy them.
With a small,
pained mewl; he curled up on the large bed, hugging a pillow to his chest. He
just wished things would go back to they had been before, the way they had been
when he and Seto had first gotten together. Nothing could come between them
during those days and Yuugi had never in his life been so happy. Now it just
seemed like a almost forgotten dream.
Just
when I thought I could stand on my own
Oh
baby those memories come crashing through
And
I just can’t go on without… you
He sighed a little
and looked up at the nightstand, his eyes falling on a few framed photos. Most
of them were of Mokuba, but one of them was one Yuugi recognized instantly, one
that he had a duplicate of next to his
own bed. It was a picture that Mokuba had taken of him and Seto, arms wrapped
around one another lovingly. They didn’t have many pictures of them but they
had cherished the few they did. Yuugi was startled that Seto still had it
beside his bed and wondered absently if, like himself, Seto ever stayed awake
at night looking at it and thinking of what had been.
“Oh, Seto…what
happed to us that made you push me away?” he asked the image in the photo
softly.
I
tried to make the best of it alone
I’ve
done everything I can to ease the pain
But
only you can stop the rain
“That’s what I’ve
been trying to figure out.”
Yuugi gasped,
looking up to the doorway where Seto stood, precariously, looking slightly
unsteady, but staring at him intently. His heart jumped in his chest at the
sight of the other and he sat up fully, a delicate flush staining his cheeks.
“You—I…uh…” Yuugi stammered
for something to say, swallowing hard around the sudden lump in his throat as Seto
entered the room.
“I got restless.”
The brunette said, explaining his presence unnecessarily as he approached the
smaller boy who was sitting on his bed,
looking dwarfed by the ocean of dark sheets around him.
Seto could see the
apprehension in the smaller boy’s gaze as he sat down on the bed next to him,
looking around the room that they had apparently once shared. Frowning softly
in thought, he reached out for the photo on the night stand, lifting it up to
look at it.
I
miss everything about you…
“ We looked happy.”
He murmured softly, running his finger absently over the picture, trying to
draw some sort of memory from it, or at least an understanding of what had
happened between them, but all he felt was a pang of longing in his chest that
told him that that was how it was supposed to have been; them, together and
happy.
Yuugi bit his lip,
looking up at the taller teen next to him, trying to read something from his
open expression. Something about being here, in this room, and so close to his
former love had everything in him crying out to take hold of the other and not
let him go.
“Y-you know then?
About….. us?” He asked, hesitantly, not sure what the brunette thought about
that.
Seto turned to look
at the smaller boy, a tender expression on his face that had Yuugi’s heart
melting.
“Nn… I asked Mokuba
to tell me about it.” He murmured, studying the smaller boy. “He told me all that he knew, but even after
that, I still can’t, for the life of me, figure out why I would push you away.”
He said softly, looking back down to the photo.
And
just when I thought I could stand on my own
Oh
baby, those memories come crashing through
And
I just can’t go on without –
Go
on without—
It’s
just no good without…you.
Seto frowned softly
to himself, studying the heart-wrenching photo, before finally looking back at Yuugi.
“I was hoping maybe
you could help me figure it out.” He murmured.
“Me?” Yuugi all but
squeaked, looking cornered and almost frightened.
“Nnn… I was
wondering if you would tell me about…how we
got together.”
~~Owari.~~
*claps* Sorry for the wait. Hope the chapter was
worth it ^^;;; I’ll actually stop repeating myself in the next chapter.
Seto: That in itself
is amazing.
Dai: -_-; ANYWAY….
The song is yet another by Air Supply.. I’m starting to run out of ones I haven’t
used ^^;;
Yugi: She’s
obsessed. Review if you like the story.
Seto: Review if you
don’t like it.
Yami:…. Review if
you want all three of us spending a full chapter having hot sex.