A/N: The much over due next chapter. I kind of had half of this chapter sitting on my computer… collecting dust. I couldn't decide if I should advance the plot now… or in the next chapter… at the end… advancing of the plot won. :cheers:

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Yu-gi-oh!

Chapter 1

The Tenth Floor

"Niisama!"

Atemu cringed as he was awoken from his untimely slumber. The faint beeping of his alarm clock buzzed next to his ear. He groaned, flipping it off as he strained to look at the time… 6 am. Why the heck was he awake at 6 am on a Sunday morning? Atemu groaned… cursing under his breath as he banged his hand on the timer. The annoying buzzing immediately ceased.

"Niisama!"

Atemu groaned… grabbing one of his pillows to drown out the young girl's voice.

"Niisama!" The voice sounded once more before his bedroom door flung open revealing an aggravated sixteen-year-old girl. Her light brown hair hung limply over her face covering her baby blue eyes. She pouted. Her brother was still asleep!

"Atemu! Get up!"

"Why," the young teen whined… his words muffled under his breath. "It's Sunday. Go away."

"Niisama! You promised to take me to my dance performance today."

"It's six," Atemu whined… his face still buried in his pillow.

"You promised… remember? We made a deal. You take me to my dance concert, and I won't tell Otousan that you're going to waste your money buying more Duel Monsters cards for the next tournament. Actually… if you get up… I'll pay for them and everything."

"Fine… fine," Atemu muttered… cursing under his breath as he unwilling got out of bed. His disheveled hair fell limping over his face as he trudged over to his closet. He hissed at the cold. Spring time… school was going to start soon. That meant he would have to start his volunteer work. Just thinking about wasting time at the children's hospital brought bad memories for the young teen. He had never been very fond of the hospital… especially after his leg surgery two years ago. He pulled out a simple black sweatshirt and a pair of black jeans. So dull! He was fonder of his leather attire. He loved the feeling of leather against his skin… hugging it tightly… the smell of it, and the fact his father hated it. That was the plus side to it. Downside was the leather made him a magnet to those disgusting creatures… known as rabid fan girls, and Anzu's dance academy was full of them.

"That's all you're going to wear?" asked Anzu. Her voice clearly showed how appalled she was at her brother's choice in clothing.

"Yes, Neechan. The worse I look; the less, girls will latch on to me."

Anzu giggled. She loved her brother's annoyed look. She knew he was uneasy around girls… strange. Considering most guys at his age would love to be in the center of a girl's heart. She shook her head sympathetically just thinking about how many girls' hearts he must have broken over the years. "Guess, I'm just lucky… ne Niisama?"

"Guess so." Atemu winked before lightly pecking Anzu on the cheek. Small, little signs of affection that Anzu treasured. Something, he did quite often. It made their father's partners happier. Atemu chuckled then grabbed Anzu by the wrist and pulled her out the door. In his other hand was his belt… his infamous belt with a small compartment just the right size to fit a deck of cards. Atemu left his future bride at the staircase before walking back to take a quick detour to the bathroom.

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Anzu giggled as she grabbed her brother's waist. Her face nudged up against his shoulder. She loved the cool, refreshing feel of her brother's leather jacket against her bare skin. At the end, she had made him change. When she saw him come downstairs in baggy jeans, it just didn't work with her brother. No matter how much she knew he hated their father, he still didn't deserve to be embarrassed so profoundly.

The Hardly motorcycle speeded through the highway… before coming to a complete stop in front of a huge renowned dance studio. Atemu gulped as he took off his helmet then helped Anzu take off hers. A wave a rabid fan girls immediately surrounded Anzu. Every now and then they would give him a 'seducing' look. Actually it was quite disgusting considering the fact they were Anzu's friends, and he was engaged to her. Baka!

He had, once, a long time ago questioned Anzu why she hung out with girls like this.

"They're just playing Niisama." Amusement clearly present upon her eyes as she hugged her pillow.

"It's disgusting and nerve racking. I hate that place. Are all rich girls like that?" Atemu wondered. He hugged his legs closely. A wool blanket was wrapped around the two of them.

"Am I like that?" Anzu questioned. She loved teasing her brother. She twirled her finger around a piece of her hair. Her baby blue eyes firmly planted upon him… as he nervously laughed.

"I mean… I mean."

Anzu giggled once more. The pillow slipped from her arms as she wrapped her arms around Atemu's body. Lightly, she ran her hand through his body before lightly kissing his profoundly red cheeks.

Atemu sighed watching his sister exchange light kisses with all the girls before he grabbed her wrist pulling her out of the group. "I'll meet you at two?" Atemu whispered.

"Hmm." Anzu cocked her head… pretending to be thinking before a small smile appeared on her face. "Since I feel like being nice today, fine. But be on time."

Atemu chuckled before nodding. "Alright."

"Bye," Anzu whispered as Atemu lightly kissed the side of her face before driving away.

"Hey Anzu-chan!" The young girl turned around before immediately being immersed back into the group of chattering girls all dressed in leotards.

"Why you let him go?" One of the girls whined.

Anzu chuckled before picking up her bag that Atemu had set on the ground for her. "He was so nice to drop me off today that… I decided to let him off easy."

"No fair Anzu-chan! You promised we could have fun with Atemu-kun! Now you let him go." Young girl with reddish brown hair whined… yet a light hint of teasing could easily be seen in her eyes.

"Now… now Shizuka-chan. I'm sure Jounouchi won't be happy to find out his sister is falling in love with a taken man," Anzu scolded… a hint of sarcasm present in her voice.

"Aww Anzu-chan. You wouldn't tell Oniichan, would you?" Shizuka whined.

"I just might. Niisama is my catch." Anzu stated. A bright smirk present upon her baby blue eyes. She haphazardly stuck her hands into her pants pocket to discover a crisp, clean sheet of paper. A note that her father had given her, yet she had neglected to mention it to her brother at the present moment – afraid that he would blow up at the 'request' their father had 'asked' them to do.

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The young tri-colored teen sighed as he pulled his motorbike to a stop in front of his sister's dance ceremony. After a whole morning of circling around Domino doing nothing, he had finally decided to simply just return and wait for Anzu to come out so they could go to that new game shop he saw in the heart of town a few days ago. There were some highly attractive Duel Monsters cards there that he just longed to have in his deck. Just thinking about those sleek cards that were sure to boast his deck sent a wave of excitement through his spine.

The old town clock chimed fourteen times followed by the rustling of pigeons as they took flight. A large group of chattering girls emerged from the dance ceremonies… each dragging a parent, younger sibling or boyfriend. Atemu's stomach immediately dropped as he watched his own sister emerge without anyone. He lightly gulped. Why hadn't Anzu told him, that this wasn't a practice lesson but a performance? He most surely would have come then especially with their father haven left for a two-month long business trip and their mother currently away on one of her fashion tours.

"Anzu!" Atemu called. The young brunette immediately looked up. A smile appeared on her face as she ran to her brother. She immediately threw herself into a hug.

"You're actually early for once." Anzu whispered teasingly.

"Why didn't you tell me it was performance? I would have come." Atemu scolded.

"I thought you hated the type of dance I do."

"Not… when you're the one dancing," Atemu muttered lightly stoking away Anzu's bangs before tossing her a helmet.

"Aww… how sweet! But not good enough. Bribery is not going to force me to spend over 2500 yen on Duel Monster cards."

"Damn. You saw right through me," Atemu stated playfully.

"Now… now. Cursing is not polite."

"Gomen nasi, Anzu-san." Atemu whined before climbing back on his motorcycle while Anzu followed in suit. A small smirk appeared on Atemu face before speeding off into the horizon… to the center of town.

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Twenty minutes later that motorcycle pulled up to a small two story building. The walls were yellow. Hanging over the entrance was a large sign engraved with quaint big bolded letters. A large duel monsters' tournament poster was taped to the door as was a white 'open' sign with a big yellow smiley face under it.

Atemu gracefully hopped off the motorbike before helping Anzu down. The young girl sighed as she pulled off her helmet to shake away her tangled strands of hair. She blinked her eyes. She looked at the sign, a little puzzled before pulling open the small wooden door. Strange. From the window, she watched Atemu park his motorcycle in the back before glancing around the room. Large shelves of games covered the small one room shop. A glass case was set by the farthest wall. Behind the case was a little old man with a hug smile upon his face.

"Welcome," the elder man stated. His eyebrows seem to move as he spoke. "Need anything in particular?"

"Huh? Oh speaking to me?" Anzu asked, startled by the new voice.

"Yes. You are after all the only person in my shop right now. What can I get for you? Board games? Puzzles? Or how about one of my fine selections of card games? For example the hottest thing out there right now… Duel Monsters."

Anzu chuckled before shaking her head. "No thank you, sir. I'm here because I promised my brother I would pay for his Duel Monsters cards if he took me to my dance academy. And here he comes." Anzu stated watching Atemu enter. His eyes were centered on the glass case display as he walked forward. His crimson eyes sparkled as he scanned the wide assortment of Duel Monster cards.

Once more Anzu's eyes fogged over. A look of confusion present on her brow as she walked forward before leaning against the glass case. "Confused?" The elder man asked.

"Huh?" Anzu asked startled. She looked to see that Atemu was too busy glazing at the cards to notice. Anzu nodded. "Yeah. It's just that sign outside. It says…"

"Kame Game Shop? Curious if I have any affiliations with Kame Corp.? Then that my lady… is yes. This is where Kame Corp. originated from. It was my own son and his wife who decided to turn it into a multimillion dollar chain store. But this young lady… will always be the very first Kame Game Shop. Now, if you don't mind my asking. Your brother… is he?"

"The Duel King?" Anzu finished.

"Yes."

"Uh huh. He sure is, and he hasn't lost a match yet."

"I thought so. My regulars talk about your brother a lot. His latest moves and such… they all want the same cards that the amazing Duel King has."

A light chuckle followed the conversation as Atemu looked up. "Pity. You should tell your customers to build their own special deck. Another person's deck doesn't always work for someone else. Weaknesses and strengths play a big part in creating the 'prefect' deck."

A small gleam appeared on the elder man's face. "I see you know the importance and truth of the 'shin no duelist' then."

"Oh… please no. Niisama can go on for days about that subject. Him and his 'penalty' games… people at our school thinks he has 'strange' powers."

A small heartily laugh escaped he elder man's lips. "You remind me a great deal of my own grandson. He's a big fan of the Duel King. Says his dream is to … duel you. He loves Duel Monsters. My little apprentice… it keeps him… busy." Suddenly the elder man's eyes clouded over… before quickly turning around. A slight confused glaze crossed Anzu's brow as she watched the elder man start to profoundly wipe his violet eyes before turning around. "I'm so sorry. My allergies are getting to me again. Is there anything… I can get you…" A soft chuckle escaped the elder man's lips. "Funny… I don't even know your name… yet you are so famous. Neither one of your names."

"Masaki Anzu." The young girl briskly replied, "and this is my brother and future husband… Atemu."

"Ah! Children of Masaki Corp. I presume. My son has just signed a multimillion-dollar contract with your father. Silly me, not even knowing the background of the Duel King, yet every duelist in the country knows about you. What can get for you Atemu?" Five glistening cards were laid out before the elder man; he slightly scanned the cards before nodding. "1000 yen." Anzu nodded as she pulled out ten sheets of crisp clean 100 yen bills.

"Nice doing business with you. And good luck at your next tournament Atemu."

"Arigotou," Atemu stated before dipping into a quick bow and exiting with Anzu. Once outside Anzu immediately pulled Atemu to his motorbike before slapping him across the face.

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"Baka! Why did you pick a store that belongs to the Kame Corp. chain to buy from? You know Otousan is trying to win a billion dollar deal with them before Kaiba Corp. gets to it."

Atemu lightly hissed as he rubbed his throbbing cheek. "Aww… Anzu. Give Kaiba's dad a break. We're all in the same boat."

"That was completely awkward and everything. He probably thinks Otousan is sick or something. He probably thinks our relationship can be categorized as incest."

"I wonder what's up with his grandson." Atemu quickly added.

"Huh? Are you even listening? We're ruining our company's reputation."

"First, you're the one that told him we're engaged. Second, you care why? He's already making us do volunteer work. Shopping at one of Kame Corp.'s shops is the best way to get back at him."

"Niisama! You might not care for Otousan, but he does feed us through Masaki Corp. You should care too. Considering someday we're going to run it. I care a great deal about our figure in public and so does Otousan. You know he's getting old in his years."

"Anzu, that's bull," Atemu snapped. He hated thinking about his father who drove him like a dog.

"Oh…. And Niisama. You have to work at the hospital every single day of the week."

"What! That son of a b….!"

"Niisama!"

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An annoyed teen sighed as he was dragged into one of Domino's most prominent hospitals. He was dressed in a tight fitting, black, leather shirt and a pair black leather pants which adorned and hugged his hips. A pair of sunglasses was stuck in his mass of blond bangs as a young female grasped his hands. She was dressed in a blue mini skirt… thigh long and a yellow cotton t-shirt adorned her body. "Niisama! Stop it! You should be fortunate that you're not sick. Be considerate."

"We're in a freaking hospital. You know how I feel about places like this," Atemu hissed.

Pretending she didn't hear… the younger continued. "We're in a hospital. A place where sick people come to get better."

"Or die," the boy muttered causing Anzu to swipe the back of his head. "Niisama! Don't you dare say that to the child you're going to be watching over! Otousan will skin you alive if he finds out you're causing trouble."

"He already does that," Atemu hissed. Anzu sighed… choosing to ignore her brother's crude remark about their father. Before pushing her brother into the elevator with her, which would take them to the fifth floor where the children ward was. Upon arriving a nice, elderly nurse with gold brown hair stood by the elevator, awaiting their arrival. A large clipboard was clasped in her hands. A huge smile was etched on her lips. "Glad you children could make it. It's nice to have young people volunteer at the hospital these days. The children here will be very glad to see you back again Atemu-san."

A light strained chuckle left Atemu's lips. "Pleasure is mine."

Anzu rolled her eyes. She instantly noticed the note of sarcasm present in his words. She quickly smiled before speaking and quickly decided it wasn't wise to allow her brother to speak at the present time. "Actually… this year… Otousan wants him to concentrate on only one patient."

"Oh! Yes! Of course. Masaki-san told me about that change of plans. Silly me, how could I have forgotten? I even have the patient's file with me. Oh and Anzu. Kashiru-san will show you around. Get you acquainted with the nursery. Now, come Atemu. We have a particularly interesting patient that I am sure will love to spend time with you… for the next couple of years. He is after all a fan of Duel Monsters."

"Oh joy. Another rabid fan," Atemu muttered.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing."

"This particular patient is very interesting. I'm sure you two will learn a lot from each other. Come… his room is on the tenth floor."

"Tenth floor?" Atemu asked curiously as the two boarded a different elevator. One located in the farthest back of the hospital wing. There within the elevator was a large steel box and a large steel lock kept it locked. Atemu watched curiously as the nurse pulled out a pair of gloves and a string of keys. Once the box was opened, a steam of fog radiated from the box like the smoke produced by a dry ice machine. From it, the nurse pulled out two body suits… almost exactly like scuba diving suits… only white. There was even a facial mask with a pump connecting to a can of air. "When you run out of air, your session is over," the nurse stated haphazardly before tossing Atemu the suit.

"What exactly is this for?"

"Sanitation purposes. You must put this on before going to the tenth floor each day. When you leave, just dispose it in the elevator. It'll clean itself. This is the only elevator that goes to the tenth floor. All the entrances are located in the back of each hall. Only assigned personnel like you and myself may take this elevator. A strange glaze was etched upon Atemu's face as he pulled the suit on his body and watched as the nurse taught him how to turn on the oxygen tank and check the pressure and how much was left. An unreadable glaze was etched upon his face as the nurse pressed the tenth floor button. Moments later a series of pipes that were installed around the elevator began to pump out the large quantity of gas. Once again the answer to such a turn of events was 'sanitation purposes'. Where the heck am I going? Clean land?

Moments later that elevator made its final stop. The fumes had long been suck back into the piping system. Atemu cocked his head as he watched the nurse lead him into a perfect white washed hallway. There another person, a man, dressed the same way as he was stood, waiting for them. "You are Masaki Atemu I presume?" The man questioned.

"Yes."

"Your father told me about you. We used to be good friends in high school. You must be curious about clothing you are wearing, are you not?"

"Yes Sir."

"Come. I will first let you meet your charge. Hopefully your charge will be the one who explains to you the situation, come, Masaki-san."

"Please, call me Atemu."

"Very well Atemu." With that the young doctor lead Atemu to the end of the hall. There a steel door with a large plastic box before it. Curious, Atemu cocked his head at such a sight as the doctor pulled out a single card. He swiped the card through motioning for Atemu to enter before following. Once again when the door shut; a strange fume was pumped into the small plastic room. At that moment in time, Atemu was overly glad he had a tank of oxygen with him.

"I don't know if the nurse explained to you all the rules… but one, you must never remove the body suit. Two, when the counter hits the one's spot immediately leave. Three, never bring anything from the outside world on to this floor unless it has been approved by me. Four, don't rouse the patient too much… with… never mind. When it is time to leave, swipe this card through the reader and the computer will let you out. Come." As the doctor finished, the steel door on the other side opened. It revealed an enormously large room, almost a suite. Furniture covered the room. It was like a little house almost with all necessities present. "Come… the patient is probably in his room."

Atemu nodded, admiring the items in the room. After making two turns he finally reached the farthest room. Light was protruding from the small crack in the door. Lightly the doctor knocked once before the door opened, revealing a medium sized room. A small bed with white sheets and stuffed animals covered it. In the corner was a small desk with a rolling chair. It was what was on the floor that caught Atemu's attention. Sitting on the ground, in a pair of light blue pajamas was a young boy.

Flawless white skin, a pair of enormous amethyst eyes showing nothing but innocence as it looked at the two figures that had just entered into his sanctity. Atemu's breath drew to a close as he stared at the young boy. He had perfect cherubic face and blond bangs that hung over his face. A black mass of hair crowned his face as violet streaks outlines the crown. He was almost a splitting, more innocent image of himself. Yet it was the younger who spoke first and broke the eerily silence that enclosed the room.

"Hi! I'm Mutou Yuugi."

-TBC-

A/N: There, there's some indication on what exactly happened to Yuugi. At least he somewhat met Atemu. And yes, I think I have made Anzu a little too nice. I changed her into a somewhat normal person… the Anzu I wished she were. So how was this chapter? Good? Bad? Indifferent? Okay? Please tell me. Hopefully the next chapter will be out soon. I got to work on my other two Yu-gi-oh fics especially sSn Hrrt. As of now, I don't know. I'm thinking about discontinuing Hikari the Only One. Either I've been posting that fic at wrong times or something… since it seems like not many people are interested in it, and I have no idea why. Ideas?