Notes/Disclaimer: Extreme angst, character torture, and some other nasty things. Yu-gi-oh is not mine, god do I wish it was….

Rating: PG13, might go up to R in a few chapters.

More Notes: Thanks to C-chan and to all my readers for your continuous support, and to my friend Cold October for nagging me to get off my lazy butt and write, although she wanted me to update Into Thin Air…well that's not going to happen since C-chan packed the journal away some where and we've run into a MAJOR plot hole. The hole you might say, well lessee…there's no foreseeable ending as C-chan and I were writing the story as it went to pass off time in religion class during our Senior year. So the minute we find the journal and figure out where the hell the story is heading, there will be updates hides from all the ITA readers but here is a brand new story!! Seto-centric, Seto-angst, and most importantly…ITS GOT A PLOT Woot! Enjoy!

Forgotten Chapter 1

Prologue

The harsh wind blew around him, as he ran down the muddy slope. The cold rain poured soaking him, the thin tattered robe clinging closer to his skinny body. Mud was caked around his bare feet, but the boy could not and would not cease his flight. He looked wildly around the trail he was traveling down the mountain and could see the expanse of ocean that surrounded the place that he called his home for as long as he could remember.

Remember was the correct term. For the boy had no past. None that he could remember. No parents, no home, no friends, not even dreams . Everything in his mind was utter blackness. A pit of despair was all that his past was when he closed his eyes to sleep, and a life of no future or hope when he opened his eyes.

Darkness, nothingness, lonesomeness. That had been his life since he opened his eyes that day in the cold sterile room that of the "lab" and met the five men that would "care" for him. Tests, ranging from mental to physical endurance were all that occupied the boy's day, and then a cold cell that over looked the ocean was were he spent his nights. And, needles, they had to have used thos on him, there were marks along his arms that bore the tales of countless injections, but as hard as he tried the boy could not remember a one…save the one that the short squat man had given him before they closed the door to the cart that was meant to bare him to the lab.

"Boy" that was what they called him. He had no name or identity past those three letters. The men who kept him never referred to him as anything else. The men that served the man that wanted the boy to be kept on the lonely mountainside.

The wind howled mournfully, and the boy could catch the men's voices in the air. They were getting closer. He had to escape. Fate had given him this chance. The cart had over turned and rolled down the muddy slope. The boy got away and now he was starting to forget events that had transpired over that morning. He had no recollections save the monotonous tasks he preformed day in and day out, but events between the testings..the details were fuzzy in his mind.

He pulled his shivering body through a thick patch of mud, he had to find other people. Anyone that could save him from those men. No matter what they told him, no matter how many times he was reminded that he was worthless, or that he should be grateful to those men and their boss for clothing and feeding him, the boy knew he was not meant to be what ever it was they wanted him to become.

So he ran, as fast as his frail body would allow. He could feel the air that was being pushed in and out of his lungs burn, his legs were shaking he could feel them beginning to buckle under the extreme duress he was putting his limbs through. The boy tripped on a unearthed root and fell painfully onto the rocky earth, bits of gravel cutting the sickly white flesh, and further shredding the garment that barely concealed the boy's body.

He painfully lifted himself, and like a machine began running again. The men were getting closer to him.

I must get away. I am worth something more, He thought. I have to find him.

Who "him" was, the boy had absolutely no clue. He had seen flickers of the boy in his dreams. Another boy, younger or older, Boy could not tell, only the other in his dream held a fondness for him. A boy with raven hair. The raven haired boy appeared to Boy imploring him to come back to wherever the raven haired one lived. It was this other that gave the boy the inkling that he did not belong in the world of sterile walls and cells.

"He's getting away! Run faster you idiots!!"

They were very close now, and the boy could not see any signs of a village or town, just countless miles of valleys and forests. He was almost down the mountain. The edge of the trail he was traveling now looked directly over the waters. He could see sharp jagged rocks in the shallows of the water, but beyond…

He brought himself to a screeching halt and looked at swirling angry waters. The storm was picking up, the sky was darkening quickly. The boy looked in the distance and could see the men and the guards converging upon the site where he stood, and then back to the water.

Should he risk it? Was it worth the chance that there was someone waiting for him? But more importantly at the moment, did he even know how to swim?

I have to find him. I have to try and go back to him.

The boy nodded to himself. He had to at least try. And if he were to drown, the boy decided that it would be a far better fate than what the Man wanted for him.

The boy steeled himself, mustering up his courage and strength.

"GET HIM!! HE'S GOING TO JUMP OVER THE SIDE!!"

With the shout of his captor ringing in his ears, the boy offered a silent prayer to whichever deity was merciful enough to listen to his plea for protection, and surrendered himself to the swirling black waters.

I will find you….I'm coming….

What do y'all think? R&R pwease!!!

Also I am looking for a beta-reader to take over for C-chan when she's swamped at school, if I get another one I might be able update on a weekly basis!!