Nightmare Memories

The original story of this was written years ago. It was a god awful, painfully horrible fanfiction, chalk full of OOCness and completely uncannon events. Hopefully, I have improved since.

This is the rewritten version, and a lot was changed so it would fit with the actual events, and so the characters would remain true to their natures.

The time period for this is before the final duel between Atemu and Bakura/Akunadin, which, for a mixture of plot reasons and my own incredible laziness, will probably never happen.

Um, can't think of anything else to see. I hope you enjoy it! I might post part 2, mostly based on encouragement…. And my own attention span. .;

Warning- this fanfiction contains some adult content, including vulgar language, suggestive and sexual themes and content.

This fanfiction was created for entertainment purposes only. No profit was made from its creation. Cassandra Matteis does not own the rights or characters of YuGiOh, though the story is of her creation and should not be redistributed without her permission.

Yugi's other half watched quietly as the boy crawled into star speckled pajamas, snuggling comfortably into his bed before he began to read. There was something about the way eyes shone as he read, each turn of the page drawing him deeper into a fantastic other world, that just made his 'yami' want to smile. Of course, there was another reason for that.

Yami Yugi was in love with his other half.

He didn't know how long ago he had realized, or even how long ago it had come about. When he first met him, three thousand years of darkness and insanity had ended, Yugi opening the door that brought him to the light. Memories long ago shattered and forgotten, (and not without leaving their mark) all the nameless one had or knew was the darkness…. And Yugi, the one who freed him, kept that darkness from him.

That had made Yugi the most important thing in the nameless one's world, and he had protected him viciously from any threat, cursing them to the darkness he himself had suffered. Ironically, it was for the one he protected he stopped this, and it was that same one who was able to wash the grips of darkness and insanity from his mind.

Nameless himself, the spirit of the puzzle could only borrow the name of his omote- with a change. His and his other self's friends called him 'Yami Yugi.' Yami. Darkness. Slapped almost mockingly onto the beginning his name as if to remind him what he suffered…. And what Yugi had saved him from. Yugi had a different name for him- 'mou hitori no boku-' My other self, or 'aibou-' partner. Yami Yugi was happy to call his light the same.

Perhaps that Yami Yugi had fallen in love was not strange. Not only was Yugi his light, not only did their very souls and minds entwine together, but every moment was spent with him. And, to be fair, Yugi had never made himself hard to love.

What are you thinking about, mou hitori no boku? Yugi's voice gently, curiously rung through Yami's head. He had apparently set down his book, turning off the light, and now was waiting, head tilted, for an answer.

Yami mentally jolted a bit, before forming to smile fondly down at Yugi- a smile saved only for him. I was thinking of you, he replied honestly, voice strangely soft.

It was hard to tell in the darkness, but it almost seemed as if the faintest of blushes appeared on Yugi's cheeks. Me?

Yami chuckled softly- he found the action so endearing... But then, what about Yugi wasn't? Yes…. All that you are and all you have done for me.

Yugi smiled softly, gently touching the puzzle which was beside him on the bed. Ah... I think about it sometimes too... you've done so much for me, mou hitori no boku. You're always there, always a part of me... you helped me grow so much, and gain so many wonderful friends...

Yami's heart felt like it might burst at any minute from his emotion, as his hand gently rested on Yugi's. Yugi, it was you who grew and gained those friends…

Yugi lifted his eyes to look to the spirit before him, a transparent blur. The phantom touch... the most they could ever do. Even in their own minds, it was never real... No... it was you who helped me. You helped me gain confidence in myself, you protected me and did so much for me. I'll never be able to thank you enough, my treasured aibou.

Yami closed his eyes, to savor the emotions welling up to him thanks to his adorable little counterpart, a soft smile on his face. Finally, his eyes opened again, staring down at Yugi with unabashed love. If only…. No. Yami shoved his thoughts away. To be beside him…. That was more then he should ever ask. It's getting late, Yugi…. You should get to sleep.

Un! Sleep well, mou hitori no boku! Yugi replied with a smile. He closed his eyes, and it wasn't long before the steady rhythm of his breathing met Atemu's ears. Judging by the soft smile on his features, Yami's little light was having good dreams.

Yami Yuugi watched him sleep, smiling softly, adoringly. Words could not describe the amount of love he felt for Yugi, his precious savior…. If only I could tell you… Yami's eyes darkened with regret, but once more he shook it of. Sleep well… He leaned down, giving Yugi a ghost of a kiss before returning to his soul room.

Meanwhile, across Domino, Seto paced about his large, luxurious room. He didn't bother to turn on a light, preferring it as it was now anyways- lit by the moon shining through the large windows. More and more his mind found itself turning to the same thing, traveling to and past obsession…. Yugi Mutou.

It annoyed and at the same time thrilled Seto just how much Yugi seemed to confuse him. He was a challenge, the first in Seto's entire memory he had been unable to overcome. It became an obsession of Seto's to do just that, defeat that admittedly worthy rival.

When it all began, it had been far more desperate. Perhaps because the image that would not escape his mind, Gozaborou plunging through the window as he taught Seto the final lesson- 'this is what becomes of losers.'

Seto had understood. To loose was death. Victory was the only option.

Ironically, it was Yugi, the first to defeat him, who showed him another option. He'd never have taken it, of course. But it directly challenged what Gozaborou had taught. Indirectly, Yugi had told him 'your life is worth more then my victory.'

In short, winning was not everything…. It was a lesson that, without realizing it, Seto slowly began to learn as he watched him. And frankly, schizophrenic though he seemed to be, Yugi held far more respect then Gozaborou ever would.

After he met him, Seto slowly began to change. Mokuba noticed it, of course. The younger Kaiba brother was secretly overjoyed that finally, something had been able to start working against all the things their twisted adopted father had done to him. And more recently, Seto had been noticing the changes in himself.

So it was not any of this old news that had him pacing about his room, as if trying to argue with himself against the facts, struggling against his own treacherous logic. He growled quietly to himself, storming to the balcony, hands curling around the banister until his knuckles were white. He embraced the cold wind, as if with the same power it spiked easily through clothes and flesh to chill his very bones it could snap him away from what Seto could only wish were meaningless delusions. This wasn't right. This couldn't be happening.

Despite common belief, Seto actually WAS a real teenage boy with real hormones. Though he never felt time or desire for any sort of significant other, Seto did release these tensions himself…. Problem was, when he had just started to do so, hand traveling down, he suddenly had an image of Yugi appear in his mind, an image that refused to leave.

What was worse, the image was of him naked, and only left Seto with more pleasure and a desire for more. At first, Seto had been disturbed, quickly stopping, resisting, trying to shove Yugi out of his mind. But he couldn't, and it only got worse from there…. To imagine Yugi helpess, Seto taking him, defeating him in an entirely new way….
Seto quickly shook his head as his mind inevitably replayed the scenario once more, as if such movements could dislodge the thoughts. He determinedly forced them away, disbelieving his own thoughts and actions. Perhaps he did think about Yugi a bit much, but… he couldn't be lusting after him! HIM, Seto's great rival!

Just because he was the first person that proved himself worthy of Seto's attention, just because he proved just as intelligent and cunning, and he looked good in leather and had a nice a- Seto stopped his thoughts solidly right there, ignoring the tent in his pants. Right. He was stopping now. Sleep, he needed sleep. He must have eaten something strange…..

For possibly the first time, Seto ignored his logic in favor of excuses, stiffly returning inside and attempting to force himself to sleep.

Unfortunately for him, he couldn't run away from his dreams….

Yugi had scarfed down his breakfast that morning, throwing on his clothes and happily bounding to the park. The day was bright and glorious as it greeted him, and he enjoyed the walk, especially with the constant companionship of Atemu's ghostly presence beside him.
It was a wonderful feeling, to never be alone….

Though his destination had a purpose- namely, meeting his friend in the park to spend the day hanging out, visiting the arcade and probably goofing off, Yugi took his time. After all, he had gotten up early…. And knowing Jounouchi, the blond would probably be late.

Yugi didn't mind though. His bright eyes scanned the area around him, and he always had Atemu to talk to while he waited.

Neither could know that fate, or perhaps simple luck or coincidence had placed Seto in the park as well, taking a break from his work to escape the images tormenting his dreams…. How would he know he was only causing himself to see them in person….?