Yugioh Memory Chapter 1 (I DO NOT OWN YUGIOH)

It'd been two years already and he still couldn't remember anything about himself, because of his parents he knew what his name was and he remembered everything he learned in school but nothing about himself. Atem was worried if he would ever get his memory back. He had spent three months in a coma after the accident and when he woke up he couldn't remember anything. The doctors were completely stumped, the common practice is to ask the person coming out of a coma random easy questions, who's the president, what's the year, what's 4+4 and things like that. The doctors were sure he would be just fine until he couldn't answer questions about himself, his name, birth day, his favorite color and so on.

Frustrated Atem ran his hand through his spiky hair, he could still remember that day he was released from the hospital, two people who he barley remembered came too pick him up and take him home. They took him back to a nice house, his room was small and cramped but it worked, his room was plain white with a wood floor, there were poster on his walls with Duel Monsters on them, there was some other things lying around along with cloths and accessories.

There was a knock on his door, it was his mother "Atem, how are you settling in, have you remembered anything yet?" She sat perched on the edge of his bed, his mother was pretty he decided, she had deep black hair with rich blue eyes in a tiny round face that matched her small stature, even only at seventeen he was almost taller than her. He shook his head the room felt like a room of a stranger. "No, I suppose not. Well here's something that might help, it's your deck you never went anywhere without it." She opened up a bag the hospital had given her to take his belongings home, and removed a dark studded doubled looped belt with a holder on the side. He took the belt and removed his deck, as soon as his fingers had touched it he knew these cards were as much a part of himself as his body was, except for one. One card had a different feel to it than the others, Atem pulled it from the line up and stared at it, the card he held was the silent swordsman. Not strong in the beginning but powerful all the same, but unlike the other cards in his deck this one had an almost an attached feel to it. Were as his deck of cards were comforting this one was encouraging and a reminder. But of what, or of who?

"Is everything all right, did something come back to you?" his mother asked hopefully when she noticed he was staring intently at that card.

"Have you ever seen this card before?" He showed it to his mother.

She shook her head, "I'm afraid not, though if it's of interest to you, you once told me about a very close friend of yours that gave you a card before we moved here. Maybe that's the card."

That would make since he thought, but now if he could only remember this person. "Atem, you probably don't remember this but the day of your accident me and your father were going to tell you something important, that we were going to move to a new town. I know you don't remember but your father was offered a job in our old home town, the one you were born in, I know this may sound weird but we think this will be good for you, it'll help you recover and you can leave behind the harms and sadness that this school has been bringing you."

All he could do was nod in agreement, he didn't remember anything but something deep inside him rang true with what she said, he wasn't happy here and he believed that being able to start over would be a good thing for him.

"I'm glad you understand, I'll leave you alone so you can finish settling in." She left him to sort through his things.

While he was sorting he discovered he did have a good sense of style and that the clothes were still his personal taste so that made him a bit pleased, in a way he was finding things out about himself again, like he didn't listen to much music and the stuff he did listen to was mostly classical or instrumental music with some rock. He wasn't very emotional to things he had, no childhood toys were in his room, but there were books, and a lot of those were about Egypt and the ancient pyramids, he also found he was rather smart, his school books and test grades were very high up. But the most important thing that he seemed to like was duel monsters, they resonated somewhere deep inside him, and he liked that they still made him feel happy when he looked threw his deck and the other spare cards he had, but there was still that Silent Swordsman that was a mystery to him.

It was at least a year and a half before his father's job was finalized and they were starting to move there things over to Domino City, he was registered into their local high school there as a second year planning to star in the fall. Over time he had slowly started to remember something's and discovered other things about himself, he wasn't much different in attitude wise according to his parents, but he did remover things about his parents, that they did care for him even though they weren't around much, he even remembered a birthday or two. But the thing that worried him the most was why he had been in the accident in the first place, he still couldn't remember what he was doing when he had been hit by that car and, what happened? He was told it was an accident, just a careless driver that had swerved and clipped him but somewhere in his mind Atem new that wasn't true, something in the back of his mind was telling him that it was no accident. Someone had tried to silence him, permently. So he was glad when the final moving day had come and he was leaving behind this town full of secrets and unknowns, and now moving to a new place full of things to discover.

But what he didn't expect when he moved was for the dreams to start happening. It was the last night of their drive to Domino City, and Atem had fallen asleep listening to his music trying to make the drive go by faster.

The dream it was of a dark shadowed place, he walked forward into the continuing vastness of the shadows, he knew he was looking for something, or someone. He continued to walk, when up ahead a shape appeared, getting closer the shape takes the form of the silent swordsman he's just standing there in his weak form, but when he sees Atem he turns and as he turns he levels up to his level seven self. The swordsman glances back before walking off, not knowing what to do next Atem follows him until the swordsman stops and points in front of him. But nothings there, no, not nothing it was a mirror, but there's nothing special about it, just a reflection of himself.

No, not a reflection, he realizes, the one looking at him from the mirror was smaller, less confidant in himself and shy, when the figure sees him his eyes widen and he says something but nothing can be heard. He puts his hands to the glass like he's trying to touch Atem and tries to tell him something again, but still he cannot here. Atem reaches out to touch the glass separating the two of them, just as he touches it he here's the boy yell out his name just before the wall of glass cracks and shatters into pieces. Atem takes a step back in surprise, only to find the ground has disappeared and he's falling into a never-ending dark abyss.

Atem jerks awake shivering, he could still feel himself falling into that darkness, but he couldn't remember what was in the mirror and the more he though, the more it faded away. For comfort he grasped the chain around his neck holding what his father had told him was called the Millennium Puzzle, an artifact from Egypt that his father had gotten for him, out of all the clothes he had there was something special about the puzzle and it gave him a sense of safety.

"Atem, are you okay?" his mother asked him sweetly from the passenger seat.

"Fine, weird dream."

"I'm not surprised, falling asleep to that music you listen to all the time would make anybody have a weird dream." His mother smiled jokingly, he was listening to was a mixture of dark Celtic and Egyptian based music, so it was possible his mother was right, but he liked the music. "Well, you better not go back to sleep we're here."