Welcome to my second ever story. Rated T for language and violence. You already know what the paring is in the sum.

Before reading notes:

Miyoko (Me-yo-co) often called Miyo for short.

Kyla (K-I-lah)

And as the chapter title suggests, these are memories (from a jumping omnipresent point of veiw), and they do get a bit choppy at the end because of emotional stress (that's my story and I'm sticking with it). And this is possibly one of the longest chapters ever to be made by me cause I fused chapter one and two cause they seemed pointless separated. And on the bright side, due to the fusion, this will be the only prologue chapter! (I think/hope/pray/lulz)

CHAPTER ONE: Flood of Memories

The Mutou house was a quiet place, mostly. The small two-story house sat on the corner of Burst and Lilac Avenue, hidden behind an old brown picket fence and a couple overgrown trees. The family had seemed to be normal enough for most; the mother, Ms. Helena Mutou, was a strict and independent woman to the public's eyes; always seen with her long black hair pulled into a bun and working hard to support her kids. Mr. Roderick from down the block will always merrily inform anyone who would ask, that, yes, dear Helena was the ideal mother figure. She worked at an office in the city, doing anything from running errands to actually filling in and discussing the important stuff. She was highly looked upon as a dedicated woman. If only the same could be said for her children.

The oldest of her kids was her first daughter, Miyoko Mutou. Already twenty two, she still lived in her small cramped bedroom on the second floor. "Poor Helena, her life is wasted with that one." "That girl needs to sort out her priorities. Isn't she in college yet?" "She'll grow old in that room." Yet no one dared to speak these things in front of the eldest daughter. Her hair was a flaming red, a sure sign of a tremendous temper, and her eyes were and icy violet, which reflected into her cold heart. "You know, I think I saw here hanging around them again. You don't think…do you?" "That girl was bred wrong. Oh, poor Helena!"

However, the tones shifted when talking about the younger of the two daughters. "Oh, that Kyla Mutou is such a smart thing, isn't she? Always dressing appropriately and talking to the right people." "Did you see what she did with her hair today? Oh, so remarkable!" "She should become a model; she's pretty enough and anyone would have her if she willed it." It was common knowledge that Kyla's long blond hair was never in the same style two days in a row. The eighteen-year-old was the idol of all at school, and she simply had the most wonderful sea blue eyes. "It's a good thing she's like her mother." The neighbor's decided.

That left the only son of the Mutou's. "That boy is so strange; I saw him at the store today buying children's trading cards. Surely he's too old for such things!" "I'm beginning to think he's metal; he jumped a foot in the air and ran off when I asked for the time." "What's with that hair? Surely dear Helena doesn't approve." Yugi Mutou was the youngest of the Mutou's, being sixteen while appearing to be even younger. He never hung out with anyone at school, not even his own senior sister. "My son came home today and told me that he caught the boy loitering in the bathroom. You don't think he was doing drugs or anything like that, do you?"

All in all, The Mutou's were always in a good grace when it came to gossip. Though, it is still just the very thing, and it cannot be trusted. One should always know that gossip is never as it appears.

He burst into the house, too distraught to kick off his shoes at the door. Barely beings able to see, he tan up the stairs and to the one room he actually loved in the cursed house. He barged in without caring to knock, and flung himself into a pair of open arms he knew would always be waiting for him.

"Shh, Yugi, it's alright." Her comforting voice cooed, her arms pulling him into a tight embrace as he continued to cry. She sat down on the bed, pulling him onto her lap as he sobbed into her shirt, effectively soaking it. "What did they do this time?" she asked, unable to hide the anger she felt for everyone who made Yugi feel like this.

"T-They t-t-took my homework and flushed it, an' t-the teacher wouldn't b-believe me. He gave me d-detention for a week, and then h-he called mom. She's f-furious! She doesn't b-believe be me either! She said that I shouldn't blame my faults on others, and that she's going to have to teach me when she gets home from work." He sniffled, looking up into his sister's cool violet eyes. They were just lighter than his own amethyst gems, and though everyone else said her hues were like ice, he knew that they were more of a calming mint.

Miyoko Mutou let out an unhappy sigh, burying her face into her brother's oddly natural tri-colored hair. Helena's so-called lessons were ones to be feared. "Don't worry Yugi, I won't let her hurt you." She promised, wiping at some of the stray tears on his angelic face. Yugi never stayed crying for long when he was in the arms of his sister. It was the only place where he felt truly safe.

"But…don't you usually go out tonight? It's Friday…" Yugi muttered softly, staring at the lilac walls of his sister's room. Miyoko gave out a small, tired laugh. "Don't you fret about that, you're more important."

The statement caused her brother to blush adorably in embarrassment. "R-Really?"

"Of course! You're my adorable angel-faced baby brother, after all." Miyoko teased, pulling away from him so she could get a clear look at him. "So, why don't you go clean up your face; you won't want Helena to know you've been crying again." Yugi nodded, and quickly left to go do just that.

When the room was empty, the red head sighed and slumped onto her bed. "Two more years…" she sighed to herself, closing her eyes and bringing a pale hand to her forehead. "Only two more years, and we can finally leave this hell hole, Yugi." She smiled softly.

She knew what everyone thought of her being twenty two and still living there, but she had a valid reason. Miyoko refused to leave her brother in the hands of a demonic woman and in the company of a bitch sister. She knew that if she had left, Yugi would probably be…no, she couldn't think about that.

She opened her crystal violet orbs, staring up at the white ceiling. She believed that Yugi could last two more years, until his eighteenth birthday. Then she'd finally pack up and leave, taking him with her. They'd finally be free. "Please…let this torment end soon…"

~ stalking Yugi now :3 ~

Yugi had finished cleaning his face and changing into more comfortable clothes than his school uniform; a pair of blue jeans and a black sleeveless tee shirt. He was currently in his room, which was average looking with wooden paneling and a tan colored carpet. He was in the process of putting away his school things when he heard an unpleasant voice.

"So I heard lied again today. You know, you should really stop doing that Yugi, and accept that you actually have to work in order to making a living in this world."

Her voice was high pitched and grating against his ears, much like his mother's, yet tamer. He didn't even bother to turn around to know that she was leaning against the doorframe to his room, wearing an all-knowing sneer with a glint of evil in her eyes. "Hello, Kyla." He answered, trying to keep his voice calm.

Kyla smirked, her arms crossed as she stared holes into the back of her brother's head. "I wonder what mom's going to do to you this time. Personally, I hope it's the whip again. Or maybe she'll kill you already." She informed, her voice sounding hopeful.

Yugi's blood ran cold, and he turned to face his hated sister. "S-She wouldn't do that, would she?" he squeaked.

Kyla shrugged. "It's not like she hasn't killed someone before." She pointed out, the evil glint in her eye sparkling dangerously. Yugi shuddered, knowing her words were true, even if he had only been six at the time. "Besides, even you have to admit you're pretty damned useless. You can't even defend yourself against those bullies. We've tried to harden you up, Yugi, make you a strong man, but it's obvious that all of mom's lessons have been wasted."

Yugi tried his best to tune her out as his mind went swimming into the past. He missed his dad. Kyoto Mutou had been the only parent to actually love his children. For the years that they had been married, Helena had pulled the wool over his eyes, making him believe that everything was fine. But when he found out what she had been doing…

"Hey, are you listening to me?" Kyla's annoyed voice broke into Yugi's morbid reminiscing.

"Uh…?"

"Hrmph! You're not even good at listening Yugi! You really are a piece of shit." Kyla turned on her heel, maddened beyond words, and marched off to her room, her school uniform's skirt swishing slightly.

Yugi sighed, pulling out the only thing he could lose himself in; his cards. Miyoko had gotten him into it, and he'd been fascinated with the game ever since. "Duel Monsters…" he whispered, almost breathlessly as he scanned through the makings of his deck. He stopped on a certain card and looked at the purple clad man. "You won't let them kill me, will you?" he asked the Dark Magician.

"No one's going to kill you, Yugi. And if he won't protect you, I most certainly will."

Yugi jumped, nearly dropping his deck all over the floor as he turned to see his favorite sister smirking at him. "Miyo! Don't scare me like that!" he replied indignantly. She chuckled and pulled out her own deck from behind her back. "Come on, it's five, so you know what that means." She smiled, plopping onto Yugi's bed and smoothing out the covers in front of them.

"It's game time!" Yugi cheered, shuffling his deck.

"Let's duel!" they smiled in unison.

Hours later, Yugi sat on the couch, his high spirits quickly plummeting as he waited for his demise. Even the pride of having actually won a few times against his sister couldn't stop him from becoming pessimistic. It was almost eight. It was almost time for Helena to come home.

Miyoko sat on the stairs, watching carefully. She was just out of sight, so her mother wouldn't see her immediately, but she was in the perfect position to pounce should the witch try anything.

Even Kyla was loitering about, hiding out in the kitchen glancing up at the clock periodically.

The silence in the house was beginning to get unbearable. Anything and everything could be heard, even so much as a pin dropping on the floor. So naturally, all three of them were a bit startled by the noise of the turning knob; even though it had been that noise they had been expecting and waiting on from the beginning.

The door swung open, and then closed, revealing the devil; that is, if the devil was female and could take on human form. Helena stood there in her neat black work dress, her pale face hidden beneath layers and layers of applied makeup and her stone cold brown eyes narrowed in disgust. She said nothing at first. She walked around the house, putting away her work things. She even went to her bedroom (the only bedroom on the first floor) to change out of the work dress into looser and more comfortable clothing. Everything seemed to be normal, but all present knew that she was only biding her time.

And soon, she snapped. "You freak of nature runt!" she snarled, standing over her only son with her hands on her curved hips. "You just never learn, do you? Do you enjoy having lessons with me? I'm flattered!" she bent back to laugh, her shrill voice not fitting the evil in her laugh.

"M-mom, I-"

But Yugi's voice was cut off as he was slapped violently across the face. "No more lies!"

"Helena! Don't lay you hands on him!"

The demon woman pivoted quickly to glare daggers at her daughter. "You insolent brat! You have no right to talk to me that way. I am your mother, and you will treat me as such!"

Miyoko calmly stepped forward, putting herself between her brother and Helena. "You may have been the one to give birth to me, but you are in no way my mother." She replied coolly, arms crossed in defiance. "Yugi has done nothing wrong. He did his homework. I helped him with it."

But this only seemed to make Helena more ticked off. "You're not supposed to help the runt with his school work! He needs to do that himself! Who are you to mess with him! You're lucky I even let you remain under this roof!" she barked, eyes hard.

"Miyo…" Yugi muttered, rubbing his face sorely as a hand shaped red-mark formed. "Please, don't get in trouble because of m-"

"I won't hear it Yugi. You're my baby brother, and I won't allow this, this bitch to torment you!"

And that's when all hell broke loose. None of the children had quite known where the gun had come from, but it came. And at first, they were even confused about why there were sudden loud noises engulfing the house.

"MIYO!!!"

She crumpled to the floor, biting her bottom lip in attempts to not yell out in pain. She didn't want to give her mother the satisfaction. Yugi slid down to bend over next to her, trying to see if his sister would be alright when sudden pain took over him in the form of a fist pulling him up by his hair.

"Go to your room runt."

He was tossed halfway across the room, ramming hard into the wall. He moaned through his tears, and tried to get back up and return to Miyoko's bleeding form when arms wrapped around him, pulling him away.

"Do as she says, Yugi. Miyo's strong. We can call for help once we get upstairs."

Yugi had never heard Kyla's voice so soft before, but he clung to it. He allowed her to lead him up the stairs and into his room, where she made sure to lock the door behind them.

"She's late."

His friend always had a knack for pointing out the obvious.

"Should we check up on her? I mean, she knows that tonight was a very important night for us. What are we going to do without-"

"She informed us numerous times that there might be nights were she has to stay home because of family reasons. We already promised not to question it."

"Geez, it must be nice to have a family."

"You have your sister."

"True, but she lives miles of miles away from here. I never get to see her anymore since mom took her."

"But you have a family."

"…You're right…I'm sorry…"

"No need to apologize. It was my choice, after all."

Silence engulfed the two boys as they waited on the end of the street. It was getting dark, and really, they too were going to be late meeting the others.

"So…do we just…go?"

"Five more minutes. That's all we can really spare. If she's not here by then, we'll leave. Besides, she doesn't really need us to escort her; she knows the way and she's more than capable of protecting herself."

The other nodded in agreement, and then the silence returned.

Five….four….three…..two minutes left.

"Well, we should really get go-"

Sudden sirens coming toward them made the two boys jump hide into the bushes they had been standing beside. "What's going on! How did they find us?"

"Shh, I don't think it's us they're after….look!"

Down the street, two police cars and an ambulance pulled up to the corner of Burst and Lilac Ave.

"Hey, wait….isn't that…where….?"

"Let's go!"

The two ran three blocks over to where the vehicles were, making sure to keep an eye on the policemen in case they were recognized. A stretcher came out of the house, carrying-

"Oh goodness, it's her!"

Why did his friend always state the obvious?

"I have eyes you know." He hissed as he watched the stretcher. The medics carried it passed them, and as she was being lifted into the ambulance, crystal violet eyes locked with his. Pain. He saw pain, but he had to overlook it. She wanted to tell him something. So he watched as her hues pointed backwards, looking at her mother, and then back to him. Then again, she looked over toward her family, this time looking at the small shadow of a boy before locking with his eyes again. She mouthed two words; "Help him."

He nodded slowly, grabbing his friend's arm and pulling him out of sight.

"New objective, Joey. We're going to be spies tonight." He whispered. "You go back to the others and tell them to meet me at the jail house. Call Ryou. It'd be better if he knew of the incoming guest before she arrives." He paused. "And call Kaiba too. Let him know not to kill me as soon as he sees me."

"But Yami, we're 'wanted' by the police, we can't just go waltzing up to-"

"Fine!" He snapped, rudely cutting off his friend without meaning too. "I'll go alone. Just go back and tell the others what happened. You still need to call Ryou and Kaiba."

The blond sighed, his hazel eyes clouded with worry. "Be safe, Yami."

He watched as the other ran off, back to where they came from. He, however, turned, and was running after the retreating police cars. It was the first time that Miyo had ever wanted help with anything, and he was not about to fail her.

It was cold. Everything seemed to be cold, and all he could see was blackness. And red. Red, pouring out of…

"Yugi?"

He winced at Kyla's unfamiliar tone, but otherwise ignored it. It's not like it mattered. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing at all…

"Please, my little brother didn't do anything wrong, Mr. Yates. I don't know why mom said that he did it, but I'm sure it's just because she didn't see properly. I 'was' standing close to him, after all…I'm just….glad I didn't…" a sob echoed out of her throat as she hugged onto Yugi.

"Miss Mutou, that was a very careless thing you did." Mr. Yates chided, but he seemed content with her pleading guilty. Truth be told, the boy didn't look like he would even touch a gun. While the mother was swearing up and down that her son had done it, her story just didn't fit.

Yugi continued to stand there, oblivious to the world, the image of his bleeding sister drilled into his mind.

"I see. So it's a favor to Miyoko…fine."

The tall brunette, the son of the police chief, begrudgingly got up from his seat and walked over to a closet, pulling out an officer's uniform and tossing it over to the criminal.

"Thank you, Seto."

He made to leave when the young cop in training stopped him. "Yami."

He didn't bother turning around. He didn't need to. He knew what the Kaiba kid wanted to say, and wasn't at all surprised when the predictable "Never mind", was voiced.

"Don't worry, Set. I know."

"Please, step this way, miss. We need to speak to you and your mother in private."

Kyla nodded, leaving her brother's side.

Yugi still only just continued to stand there, his whole being numb. What if….what if his sister wasn't strong enough? What happened if…?

He broke. The tears came faster, and his knees buckled. He closed his eyes, preparing for the inevitable fall. But it never came. He didn't know who had caught him, but he clung to them. He clung to them with all he had, burying his face into them. He tried to hold back his tears, not wanting to cry in front of the person, but then he felt strong and comforting arms wrap around him. "Shh, go on. Don't try to hold them back; they'll only come out worse later."

Yugi wrapped his arms around them, and did the only thing he could. He cried.

It hadn't taken him long to find the objective, but when he had, he had been shocked. He…looked like a miniature version of himself, albeit more childish and angelic perhaps, but one couldn't deny a distinct resemblance. Well, if he hadn't hidden most of his hair underneath the officer's cap.

He had a way of stuffing his untidy crimson-tipped hair into the small hat, a feat that even the reluctant Seto Kaiba had to admit to be a miracle, so that only his blonde bangs could be seen as they dropped down to frame his face.

Yami held onto the smaller boy, eventually picking him up and carrying him over to the waiting room and setting them down on a small couch. That was where he cried for the next few hours until he fell asleep.

But there was one thing that Yugi would never forget. Just as he was about to slip into the darkness of sleep, he made himself look up to see who had stayed with him only to be greeted by bright blood-colored eyes.

AND THAT'S IT FOR CHAPTER ONE!!! Like I said, it got choppy, but I refused to fix it cause I thought it fit in with the irratic flow of the memories. (again, that's my story and I'm sticking to it, rawr.)

The OCs will NOT become main characters, but I can't say that they won't be important to the plot. You will understand why I chose the use of OCs instead of other actual characters as the story goes on (that is, you will if anyone actually reads this, lol)

Miyo: Ahh, you forgot to mention the disclaimer.

Me: Oh, yeah, right, XD I own NOTHING except maybe the plot and the OCs (or FCs...) used.