Hey everyone! I must warn you that yes this is rated T and may even be M later on not sure, but just be warn, contains cursing, sexual themes, drug/alcohol use, and same-sex pairing, if you dont like that dont read it.
A/N: I changed one characters sex, it made more sense to the story so if you are mad about that sorry. Also the beginning will be a bit slow so please keep reading just want to get the plot clearly set up.
Gone but not forgotten.
Chapter 1: The Letters
15 years had passed since the last time most of them had spoken. None of the greats were seen anymore, and the game soon disappeared into the background as something that children played. Domino seemed so silent without the constant battles between their teens, but soon the people became accustomed to it, children age and it was inevitable that they would all go on with their lives one day. Life went on as most should, until the day when the letters were found. Each found its way into the lives in different ways and each would change them in different ways that not even the receivers could have predicted.
Letter # 1:
Hidden under a bowl of cereal and a book entitled "The sexuality and marriage, yes they can go together" by Serenity Muto, on the kitchen table.
"MOM!" 14 year old Esme slammed her backpack onto the table causing the mushy cereal to splatter across one of there two hundred copies of her mother's book. "Damn." She muttered moving all the stuff out of the way to attempt at cleaning it up. A white envelope was now soaked in milk, in silver pen was scrawled her father's name. Esme flipped it over curiously, there was a seal of some sort on the back but no return address and no postage. She shrugged, weirder things had happened in her family then letters appearing in there house. She shock it to dry it a little as she walked down the stairs to the shop where her dad would most likely be found.
Yugi looked up from the book he was skimming as she entered the room.
"Whats up honey?" He asked she stuck out a slightly damp piece of paper, no an envelope. Yugi took it out of her hand, and seeing his name handwritten on it he flipped it over, that seal is familiar, but why? Without being able to contain his interest he slipped his finger behind the seal and pulled out a gold piece of paper. He read quietly to himself, Esme watched in interest.
"What does.."
"Wheres your mom?" He asked standing up quickly the book falling to the floor when she shook her head, he slide past her to go back up stairs to there house.
Letter #2
In a white box that is neatly placed on a table in the entrance hall.
Joseph Wheeler placed his keys onto one of the small hooks on the wall next to his front door. He barely looked down as he scooped up a hand full of mail from the table and headed into the kitchen. Tea Wheeler was placing the dishes into the machine while watching their older children out in the yard.
"Hi sweetheart." Joey said, Tea turned and smiled.
"Oh hi, could you take the peas from Amy shes making a mess." The 10 month old in her highchair was throwing fist fulls of food at the immaculately clean white wallpaper. He slide the bowl away as he sorted through his pile of papers, bill, bill, postcard...What was this? The front simply said Joey in curly handwriting.
"Do you know where this came from Tea?" She dried her hands off on the apron around her waist and came over to inspect it.
"No, but it seems harmless enough." It was probably just a note from one of their neighbors which they got often, that was one of the many ups to living in a gate community was that you knew everyone. He picked up a letter opener from the counter and slit the top. Tea read over his shoulder.
"I'm gonna call Yugi and see if he got one," Said Joey quickly, Tea nodded so much for a friendly letter.
Letter #3
Sitting on their bed, the only place they both would go.
The digital clock on his computer read 12:30 am. Not really late by most peoples standards, but early by his. Seto rolled his neck really he didn't want to be doing work anymore, but falling behind was not something that he was able to do, setting the bar to high for even yourself idiot he thought resentfully. Well not everyone was struggling, Mokuba was never behind, he had to hand it to the kid he managed to balance his wife and son while never working past 8. Seto on the other hand couldn't seem to manage just the one person he had. He looked back at the completely blank word document, he used to be able to produce so much work yet now he could barely finish one thing what was so different?
" Are you going to come to bed at all?" He looked up. Duke sank into a chair next to the polished wood desk twirling his long black hair lightly between his fingertips. Oh don't do that I need to get this done and I can't when you do that, he thought desperately. "Please." Duke pleaded sliding his fingers over Seto's hand. He looked down at the red painted nails and sighed
"Okay I guess I can probably finish this in the morning." Duke smiled running his fingers down his husbands leg.
"You wont regret it." Their lips met harshly barely tasting the other person only deepening the kiss to feel the pleasure that it sent through both of their bodies. Duke dragged his husband out of the office their lips still locked, hands groping at their clothing in attempt to remove it more quickly.
They hit the dark sheets in a tangle of limbs. Duke slide his hands under Seto's bare back, his hand grazed something sharp against the silk sheet. He pulled it out in curiousity.
"Whats wrong?" Seto asked looking at the strange expression on his husbands face. Duke and Seto, the envelope read. " Here let me see." Seto took the letter and tore it opened, Duke lay against his chest listening while he read.
"What do you think?" He asked running a hand through his husband's soft black hair. Duke shrugged it sounded good to him, he turned back to his husband pressing his lips to the bare chest he was laying against.
"Okay we'll talk in the morning." Seto agreed.
Letter #4
Tucked under a coffee mug used as a tip jar.
Alister balanced a pile of books shakily in one arm attempting to find where they had been before a customer had been so kind as to move them. A bell rang somewhere up front and she could hear the sounds of people talking loudly about how much it was raining outside.
"Thats the winter for you, how can I help you today?" Good job Cordelia, Alister thought. She peered around the shelf to see her 15 year old daughter smile brightly at an older woman who seemed to be talking on and on. I should go help her. Alister placed the books on a cart next to the coffee bar and walked behind. Cordelia looked at her gratefully, oh darling she mouthed rolling her eyes at the woman.
"Be nice or your staking books." She whispered moving in front of her daughter. " Can I make you a drink Mrs?"
Alister started one of the many drinks that the group had finally ordered as Cordelia continued to talk to the woman animatedly, where does she get her patience?
"Mom here." She looked at the envelope in her daughter's hand, she placed down two drinks and took it. Alister read the paper quietly aware that she had turned white. "What...?"
"I'll tell you later, keep on talking." She said turning back to the coffee machine.
Letter #5
Almost lost under a case of Foster's beer
The light in the less then tidy apartment flicked on spreading over the living room and kitchen which were really one room. Valon shifted the brown paper bag in his left hand and kicked the door closed behind him, so what if his neighbors complained again about him making to much noise not like it was new he tended to drink a little much after work, they would just have to learn to deal. He kicked off his shoes throwing them in opposite directions across the living room as he headed into the kitchen to place down the bags. He pushed his burdens onto the counter top sending uncleaned dishes crashing to the floor.
" Oh for christ sake!" He bent down to rebalance them on the counter only to have his head collide sharply with a sharp plastic corner. " Crap!" He shoot back up rubbing the red spot with the heel of his palm. His eyes slowly focused again on the offending corner, a white something was half covered on the corner. He pulled the paper and found a envelope with his name on the front. What was this doing in his house? He walked into the living room falling backward onto the couch as he read the slip of gold paper.
Letter #6
Under a yoga mat on a tatami mat.
"Very good class, now remember that next week is a holiday so were not going to have class." Ishizu said softly running her hands through sweat slicked cropped black hair. It had been a long day and she was more then grateful to be closing her last class of the week. The last of her class walked out to the changing rooms leaving her on the tatami mats surrounded by thin paper walls. She straightened her leg out behind her expertly.
" Ready to go babe?" She looked up.
"Hey Tristan, no i have to wait till the last of them leave so I can close up." He shrugged sinking down to the floor with her, she couldn't help but laugh at how out of place he was in her studio with a black business suit on as usual. She crossed her legs pulling up her white body suit.
"Would you roll that up for me?" She asked, sometimes she felt bad that he would listen to her every word but not when she was this tired and plus he liked to fawn over her why not let him do what he wanted to. Tristan rolled the purple rubber mat into a thin tube.
" Whats this? Did you put this there" She asked with a laugh at the letter picking it up off the floor and opening it quickly.
"No." She raised an eyebrow, leaving her notes was something he would do, but that look of surprise was pretty genuine. " Interesting." She said as she read it, " Very much so."
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