Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. Anastasia is my own OC.

~Remember Me~

Chapter One

Perfectly manicured nails drummed staccato on the hardwood desk. This man in front of her was infuriating, to say the least. She clenched her teeth, holding back words she knew she'd come to regret. The bastard was vindictive, to say the least. He smirked darkly, as if to bait her.

"Now if you just agree to the terms, your center will receive the funds to relocate to a more…desirable location."

He drew on those last words just to irritate her. Anastasia closed her eyes, exhaling slowly. When she opened them again, she pierced him with a glare that could curdle milk. "For the last time, Mr. Kaiba, I will not – I repeat – I will NOT agree to your so called terms. Do you have any idea how long it has taken us to establish ourselves here? How many clients we have? You would set back everything we have worked so hard for!"

Her hands shook as she clenched them into fists as blue clashed with green in an intense staring contest. He ran a hand angrily through his brown hair. "I am being more than fair to you, Miss Raleigh. I can always buy the land out from under you and demolish the building, and you don't get a dime. Now how does that sound?"

Anastasia stared at him, feeling the tears of frustration pricking at the corners of her eyes. There was no emotion behind those dark blue eyes of the jerk on the other side of her desk. She knew she didn't have a choice; he would get what he wanted in the end anyway. She exhaled slowly, looking everywhere else in the office but him. She spent years after he father had passed away getting his practice rebuilt from the ground up. The space was ideal for all the clients they had helped rehabilitate, and then this asshole has to come and ruin it all. But if she didn't do what he had 'asked' her to do, she would lose everything with no way to rebuild. What savings she had went into the continual repayment of debt her father had left behind.

He slammed the papers down onto her desk, startling her out of her reverie. "Are you going to do this the easy way, or do I have to use force?" He snarled.

She looked from him to the papers before her. All she had to do was sign, and he would be done defiling her office. She was strong, she mused to herself. She would have to rebuild. She would do anything to keep her father's dream from turning to dust. Clenching her eyes shut, she accepted the pen he had thrust in her face and signed the papers.

"Now that's a good girl," he whispered smugly, "That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

She looked blankly back at him as he straightened his suit, grinning down at her. Her mouth was dry as she formed her words carefully. "I hope you sleep well tonight, Mr. Kaiba, knowing what a horrible bastard you are to people."

"I sleep very well, thank you." He replied smugly, pushing a check towards her. "It should be enough to cover your relocation. Or go on a very long vacation. You look like you need it."

With that, he stepped out of her office, slamming the door behind him. Anastasia rested her chin onto her arm, her free hand fingering the check gingerly. "One million yen. Convert that into real money and it's not enough between buying land, rebuilding, salaries…"

She face planted into the desk. "Screw this shit", she mumbled.

Kaiba exited the building briskly, only stopping to glance back at it briefly. It truly wasn't worth the trouble that twit had put him through, but if he was going to establish himself and prove to his father he can succeed anywhere. He slid into the limo waiting him at the entrance.

"Is everything okay, Mr. Kaiba?"

He stared out of the window, thin-lipped. "I'm fine. Just drive."

"I hope you sleep well tonight, Mr. Kaiba, knowing what a horrible bastard you are to people."

Seto grit his teeth as her voice rang through his head. The miserable look in her eyes really bothered him, and he was starting to wonder if he wasn't so different from his so-called father after all. His thoughts were cut short as the sound of screeching brakes and shattering glass resounded like an explosion in his ears as his body was jerked out of the seat. Muffled shouts were the last thing he heard as his world faded to black.

Anastasia flew out of the building as the sound of sirens and shouting flooded her clinic. Shoving through the crowd of curious bystanders and police. "I'm a doctor…Dammit I said I am a doctor!"

She snarled at officers as they tried to block her way. "I am doctor for the love of everything good…"

Resorting to shoving her medical badge in their faces, she pushed through them to the scene. She froze as she recognized the twisted limo wrapped around the front of a delivery truck. Part of her felt smug, then she snapped herself back to reality. She was a doctor, by the gods, and she was going to do what she did best. She carefully approached two EMTs that were pulling a male body from the wreckage, a body she recognized quickly.

"Excuse me! I'm a doctor, let me help."

The female EMT leaned back onto her heels, letting her get in closer. "He's still breathing, but it's shallow, ma'am."

Anastasia nodded, swallowing hard as she reached to dab some of the blood running down his forehead from his eyes. They fluttered open slowly. She held her breathe as those dark blue eyes focused on her face.

"Who…are you?"

His head nodded off to the side as he passed out again. She let go of the breath she had been holding in. He had amnesia.

"Shit."