All Yugioh characters belong to Kazuki Takahashi.
The streets are wet and slippery that gloomy night. Some cars drive slow with caution while others drive quickly to get to their destination. It is not wise to drive so quickly in these conditions, but one man with tri-colored hair does so anyway, trying to get to his job. His amethyst eyes scan the road for an opening in a lane so he can pass all the other cars up and make it there on time. He has never been late to work and he is always on top of his job. Besides, his boss Kaiba, would never let him be late or slack off. But he doesn't mind; he loves to work. Even on the days that he is sick, he still goes to work.
As he is driving, he talks on his cell phone to one of his co-workers. He growls in frustration as one car cuts him off. "No, that wasn't directed toward you," he assures the other person on the other line. "Continue." Seeing that the current lane that he is in isn't moving, he quickly jumps to another lane which is seemingly open and he starts to speed up even more. At this rate, he will make it to work on time.
But something that he isn't expecting happens. A small truck carrying a load goes right into his lane, in his path. "Shoot!" He slams his foot on the break, but because he is driving so fast, his car skids and goes out of control. Then there is complete darkness.
The next time he opens his eyes, he is in a white room with curtains surrounding him. He is lying on a bed with white sheets over his body and things taped up to his wrists, giving him some sort of fluid. He concludes that he is in a hospital. He attempts to sit up, only to cry out from the pain in his body and he lies back down. "What happened?" he asks himself before suddenly remembering the accident with his car.
"Still talking to yourself I see," comes a feminine voice from the other side of the curtain. He attempts to pull the curtain back to see who it is, but it is too hard for him to reach.
"I should probably call Kaiba to tell him that I won't be in tonight or tomorrow."
"Same old work-a-holic too," the voice continues and he narrows his eyes.
"Show yourself."
"That's pretty hard to do Atem."
Atem's eyes go big. She knows his name? He is certain that he has never heard that voice in his entire life. "How do you know my name?"
"Oh now you've gone and hurt my feelings. Guess you won't find out until that curtain is drawn back by the nurse," the woman replies.
"Who are you?" Atem asks but there is no reply from the other side of the curtain and he gives up.
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A new day has begun and Atem opens his eyes partially. He groans and attempts to roll over to his side, but the injury there prevents him from doing so. Once again the curtains are surrounding his bed which means he still cannot see the person on the other side. Feeling impatient though, he reaches to the curtain and is close to having his fingers on them. Even though doing this is causing him so much pain right now, he has to see who the woman that knows his name is.
Finally, he grabs on and swings it back before dropping his arm and breathing heavily. Who knew that doing something as simple as that could be so hard?
Atem slowly turns his head to see that the bed across from his is empty. Had she gone out the hospital already? Soon he is filled with disappointment until he hears a toilet flush from another room and the door opens.
A hand reaches out and grabs onto the white wall and the woman's head pokes from behind. Her messy brown hair is all over the place and her aquamarine eyes shows that she didn't get enough sleep which makes two of them because he didn't either. She wears a hospital gown which nearly touches her knees and her feet are bare. Atem looks closer at the woman, scrunching up his eyes slightly to get a better look. He is sure that he has seen her from somewhere and he suddenly gasps.
"Mana," he says lightly, but not too light because she responds by turning her head his way.
"Well…good morning…to you…too…" she greets with each wobbly step that she makes to get back to her bed. She nearly falls over but she manages to hang onto her bed before getting in and putting the covers up slightly past her waist. "What are you in for?"
"I should be asking you the same thing."
"But I asked first," she counters and he sighs.
"I got into a bad car accident trying to get to work," he replies and her eyes show no shock or any kind of emotion at all. Atem raises an eyebrow at her expression. "What?"
"Typical you."
"What!" Atem exclaims raising his voice slightly in anger.
"I knew this would happen soon and it did. That job is gonna be the death of you one day so you should be careful."
"I'm doing my job because--"
"Don't come with that same excuse Atem," Mana interrupts, slightly narrowing her eyes. "I've heard it too many times before. That job has done nothing but drift you away from the family."
"I provided for the family. I've worked almost full days to--"
"You act as if I didn't work either. We had enough money coming into the house--enough to pay the bills, our daughter's tuition, eat or do anything. But the only thing you could think about is that job. And you wonder why we got a divorce."
"You're the one that wanted to divorce me," Atem says.
"I didn't want to, I--" she stops mid sentence to place a hand on her chest. There is a pain filled expression on her face and she reaches over to push a button. She starts taking in deep breaths as sweat starts to form on her forehead.
"What's wrong with you?" Atem asks, confused by her actions. A nurse suddenly rushes in and checks on her and another comes in afterward, closing Atem's curtain to his dismay. Atem tries to hear what is going on but the only word that he can make out is, 'heart.' He hits one of his fists on the bed with frustration. Just what is wrong with Mana anyway?
Wow, a bad start between the two don't you think? I hope you enjoyed this chapter. This story won't be too long though. Please review!