Hi hi, dear readers.

I know it's been a long time since I last updated. I'm really sorry for that. The plan is that I'm going to update every month now. That way things are a bit more regular.

And thank you for all the reviews! I love them, very much.

In this chapter I'm going to introduce you guys to Amy Reynes, my oc in this story.

I should probably explain a few things. Aqua Girl 007 already pointed it out that the time line isn't exactly right. And she's right. I created a small time line on my own to make sure it doesn't clash with this story.

So for the explanation (I'm going from this time to the past): Yugi and his friends are eighteen in this story. Atem left them when they were seventeen and staid away for a few months and then got back and is now back for a few months (in that time they turned eighteen). Six years ago Yugi solved the puzzle and he was twelve at that time and in this story Atemu staid with him for five years. And the last thing is that Yugi worked on the puzzle for eight years, he started when he was four (I know this doesn't really seems make sense but it'll in the future and it's a little logical that he wasn't able to solve the puzzle yet when he was four years old)

There's another fact that is wrong in here. The real story takes place in Japan, this story takes place in America. It's a story based on Yu-Gi-Oh but with my own twist attached to it.

Anyway, I've explained already enough. On with the next chapter. The introduction of Amy. I think it's a pretty boring chapter, not much happens. the next chapters will be better. I hope. And if anyone finds a grammatical or spelling error, my sincere apologizies. English is not my native tongue. But I try my best to keep the story error free.

Please review to let me know what you liked and what you disliked. Reviews are better than chocolate. Hmm, chocolate...

I'll update in April again. When I'm not sure but it will be somewhere in April.

Images of how Amy and her mom look are posted on my profile. Check them out if you want.

Enjoy the story.

XxX Emmetje

PS. I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or its characters. I do own this story and the oc characters that have appeared or will appear.

PPS. THIS STORY IS A SEQUEL TO MY STORY A GIRL IN THE EGYPTIAN ARMY. READ IT BEFORE YOU READ THIS OR YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND CERTAIN THINGS (sorry for the big letters but I've to get people's attention)


Lost And Never To Be Found

Chapter 2

The Reynes Family


Many miles away, at the other side of the country, none of those worries were on anyone's mind. Life was life and went on like normal. No one there knew that a Pharaoh that had lived 5000 years ago, was still alive; living with the famous Yugi Moto and acting strange and absent. No, none of that bothered the people there.

It was in the state of California where there stood a house in which lived two people who hadn't even heard of the name Yugi Moto before. Duel Monsters was in their opinion just a silly game and a waste of time.

In that house there lived the Reynes family. It wasn't a big family, just a mother and her daughter. And they had lived there in that house for already quite some time, ever since the daughter had only been an infant.

The mother, Piper Reynes, was a tall and very beautiful woman. She had long brown hair and two brown eyes. Her figure had an hourglass shape and her skin was slightly tanned. She was Egyptian from origin.

The daughter's name was Amy Reynes. She was eighteen years old and the more responsible one of the two. She looked at lot like her mother with the same long brown hair and the exact same shape of eyes. There were however two differences: Amy's eyes were a warmer shade of brown, almost hazel, and her hair curled. But further she looked a lot like her mother, she even had the same hourglass figure and the same slightly tanned skin. The latter was the result of having a mother who came from Egyptian origins.

The name of Amy's father was Marc Reynes. He was the complete opposite of his wife and none of his features were shown back in his daughter. He was pale skinned, had short red hair and two emerald green eyes. His origins laid in Scotland, although that wasn't found back in his voice as he had no accent whatsoever.

Amy had been only one year old when her mother and her father had gotten divorced. According to the stories Piper had been just nineteen years old when she had fallen madly in love with Marc, who had looked like the perfect guy: young with dashing good looks and so rich that he lived in a mansion. They had gotten married after being together for only just two months.

A month later she had gotten pregnant and they had gotten her. For a while everything seemed fine, even perfect, but then their happiness had collapsed. They never had been meant for each other.

Piper had told her daughter she had been foolish and stupid. She had been in love with the idea of being in love and had reacted too serious on just a small crush. Her marriage with Marc had been a mistake. But that they had gotten her that was something she didn't call a mistake.

Piper had left Marc when he had been working. She had grabbed her stuff and she had stepped into the car, taking one-year old Amy with her. She had never looked back. Once there had been enough distance between them she had stopped and bought a house, hired a lawyer and she had sent him the divorce papers. Marc had signed them willingly and without complaining or trying to fight it.

In the seventeen years that had followed Amy had seen her father very little. He had called her and sent presents around the time of her birthday and for Christmas and she would visit him every now and then in the summer. But that had been it.

It wasn't like she hadn't wanted to see him more often because she had. She really had. But her mother just kept her away from him, for certain reasons. And he didn't try very hard to get her to come and visit him more often. It resulted in her having the feeling that he didn't think she was very important

Now, after all those long years, father and daughter had become like strangers to each other. That was mostly because Amy didn't remember much of her life.

A view months ago she had left the house to go to school and after school she had promised her mother she would visit the grocery store and buy some provisions because that had been needed. Or so she had been told.

On her way home from the grocery store she had crossed a road and a car, that had been driving too fast, had raced around a corner and hadn't been able to stop in time and it had hit her.

By a miracle she had survived the hit but she had spent the next three months in a coma. And whem she had finally woken up, she hadn't had the faintest idea of where she was, who her mother was, what her age was and perhaps most important of all, she hadn't known who she was. The crash had resulted in her having amnesia.

Piper had been there every single time she had woken up and had been there every step of the way to recovery but Marc had visited very little, resulting in the fact that Amy got that feeling that she didn't really matter to him.

Nonetheless she still cared for him because the view times she had seen him he had made her laugh and cheered her up a little. He had been a great support.

And that's why she had made the choice and even though Piper had tried to talk her out of it and tried to make her understand it was nothing big. But Amy hadn't wanted to hear anything about it. Her mind was set and she wasn't going to change it.

The last two weeks Piper had tried really hard to make her change her mind. Even harder than before. But she hadn't been successful and now the fatal day had finally arrived. Sort of.

While Amy was still lying in her bed, Piper was running through the house in a try to find out if she wasn't forgetting something. She was nervous as hell and didn't like the thing that was going to happen that afternoon, one bit.

Amy groaned when she heard Piper run up the stairs again and stumble into the bedroom next to hers and she put her pillow annoyed over her head.

Piper was quite a scatterbrain and it happened more often that she couldn't find something then that she could. Something was always missing: from her keys to a shirt she had brought to the dry cleaner an hour before.

A loud crash made Amy grit her teeth and she pushed the pillow off her head again. When she heard her mother curse slightly she also threw the blanket of her body and stepped out of bed.

"Mom, what in God's name are you doing?" asked Amy the moment she stepped into the doorway of her mother's bedroom.

Piper looked up with a bewildered look on her face. Her brown hair was a mess, she had large bangs under her eyes and she was still dressed in her pyjamas. The make-up she had put on the previous day was still sticking on her face and had been smeared out. "Oh, did I wake you, honey?"

"Hard not to. You were running through the house." Amy put her arms over each other. "Mom, what are you doing?"

"My three T-shirts. With those sentences on it. You know. I'm a mother, I'm a lover and I'm a saint. I can't find them anywhere. Have you seen them?"

Amy sighed. "Mom, they're already in your suitcase."

Piper turned with an even more bewildered look on her face towards the suitcase that was still standing in her bedroom. "Are you sure? I checked..."

"Not in the small one, mom," interrupted Amy with another sigh. "In the big one. It's already in the car."

"Oh." Piper was silent for a moment before she gave her daughter a bright smile. "Shall I make breakfast?" Amy groaned and walked out of the room again and towards her own. "Is that a yes?"

"No, mom. That's a no. Go back to bed and try to get some more sleep. It's three in the morning and we're both still tired."

Amy pulled her bedroom door close, a little too loud, and scuffed towards her bed again and let herself fall on it. She heard her mother move around for a little longer but then things became silent there too.

The house was yet again in peace.

Amy let out a grateful sigh and pulled her blanket over her body again and curled herself up. Within seconds she was lost in a deep sleep again.

But after what felt like only a view minutes, she was already wakened again. This time by the bright sun. Someone had opened the curtains of her bedroom.

Groaning annoyed and not wanting to wake up again, she turned her back towards the window. But the sun let her room bath in sunlight and the light still reached her, even through her closed eyelids.

Groaning again she put her pillow over her head again before pulling her blanket also over her head, still in a try to escape the fact that someone was trying to wake her up.

But not even the cover of both her pillow and her blanket were able to block out the sunlight and with yet another annoyed groan she realised that she was once again back to the world of the living.

Throwing her blanket of her and her pillow towards the window and the open curtains, she laid down on her back and stared towards the ceiling above her.

The look in her eyes was a little distant. She was still thinking about the weird dream she had had after she had fallen asleep again. The dream that was slowly fading, like every single other dream she ever had.

Still staring towards the ceiling she went with a hand through her messy hair, messing it up only more. It was a habit that she had. She was always going with her hand through her hair. It annoyed Piper for a reason she wasn't willing to share.

Yawning Amy stretched herself out and kicked her blanket further off her body. Every single muscle in her body was aching and that made her stretch three more times before she was finally satisfied with how they felt.

It was shortly after that that she smelled something that made her immediately shot up in her bed, being completely wide awake right away.

She smelled something burn.

As fast as she could she stumbled out her bed and she ran towards the door and threw it open. The burning smell became immediately stronger.

She heard her mother talk to someone in the master bedroom and realised all too quickly what had happened.

Amy ran down the stairs and tripped almost a few times because of the shoes and bags that were lying around on the stairs.

The burning smell became so strong when she ran into the kitchen that she started coughing. Nonetheless she ran towards the sideboard and pulled a plug out of an outlet before opening the device that was attached to the plug. Two completely black waffles were lying in it and Amy quickly threw them into the sink and opened the water tap.

She let out a small sigh before opening the windows in the kitchen and put the extraction above the stove on.

Once all of that was done she hoisted herself on the sideboard and closed the water tap, leaving two black and soaked waffles in the sink.

Amy buried her face in her hands and groaned yet again. "It's too early for this shit."

"Good morning, honey," greeted a cheerful Piper who had just walked into the kitchen and had just missed her remark. "Oh, you look absolutely horrible. Are you feeling okay?"

Amy slowly lowered her hands and glared slightly at her mother. "Mom, did you try to make breakfast again?"

Piper nodded enthusiastic. "I thought it would be a great idea to eat homemade breakfast on our last morning together." She mentioned towards the waffle-iron. "And I saw you do it and it looked so easy so it could hardly go wrong."

"It can hardly go wrong if you do not forget to open it and take them out after five minutes. If you do forget that... Well, this would be the result."

Amy made a gesture towards the sink and Piper's face became a little surprised when she saw the two black waffles. "Oops."

Amy sighed again. "Mom, how many times haven't I already told that I find it very sweet that you want to make breakfast for me but that you shouldn't try and do it?"

"I'm really sorry, honey," apologized Piper who gave her daughter a dazed look. "I didn't mean to stay upstairs for that long. I just had to pack a few last things. I was supposed to be back before the waffles had even realised that I had left."

"Then what went wrong?" asked Amy with a dry look in her eyes while putting her arms over each other.

"Your aunt Maisie called."

Amy sighed. "Aunt Maisie. Of course."

Aunt Maisie wasn't really her aunt but her mother's best friend. She was a small woman with childish features. She had long blond hair and green eyes. She was also always cheerful and even clumsier and more of a scatterbrain than Amy's mother was.

"She promised she would visit you as much as possible," told Piper her daughter. Her eyes saddened a little. "You know, you can still change your mind and I can still cancel."

Amy bit back another sigh. And instead of sighing she just gave her mother a small smile. "Mom, I already told you. I want this. I wanna see dad."

"I don't like this, honey," said Piper, who really looked pained. "Being so far away from you. And also for so long. I don't like it at all." She embraced Amy's face, still with the same pained look in her eyes. "Especially now you're going through such a difficult time."

"And that's exactly why it is a good idea to go to dad," smiled Amy while taking her mother's hands into hers. "A new city, a new school, a new chance. It's exactly what I need. Away from here and everyone who seems to know me oh so well. Everyone knows me except me. I won't have that there. They don't know me so they can't possibly know about what happened and they can not possibly know me better then I know myself." She gave her mother another smile. "Besides, we both know you really want to go to Egypt and work in the field again. And I'm not going to be the reason why you refuse such an amazing offer."

"But you're my everything, Amy," tried Piper. "Without you there would be no me. You're more important to me then everything else. And I really don't like to let you out of my eyesight."

"I know, mom," smiled Amy, rubbing her mother's hand. "But still. Don't you miss Egypt and your job? Don't you want to work in the field again and find something new? And I'll be fine. It isn't like as soon as I'm out of your eyesight I will be in constant danger."

She laughed about how ridiculous that idea was and so failed to notice the serious and even slightly terrified look in her mother's eyes.

When she was done laughing she gave her mother a slightly annoyed look. "You opened my curtains."

Piper laughed a little uncomfortable. "Yes. I thought you would be slightly more comfortable with waking up by the sun than by me. I know how much you hated it when people wake you. And breakfast seemed almost ready so..."

"I thought we had agreed we would eat breakfast outdoor," interrupted Amy.

"Well, we had indeed agreed on that but I just thought that eating here with just the two of us... It just seemed a little cosier and more fitting to the situation." Piper's eyes started to tear up. "Being our last breakfast and morning together and all."

Amy's eyes softened when she saw her mother's teary eyes. "Oh, don't worry, mom," she reassured her. "I won't be our last breakfast together or our last morning. I know it feels like that to you but it isn't. Really. This is just a temporary solution. When you're back we'll have breakfast again." Piper didn't seem very reassured yet. "And you know what they say. Time flies by when you're enjoying yourself and you'll be having the time of your life. Before you know it you'll be back in America and eating breakfast with me."

Piper gave Amy a sad look. "I'm not worried that I won't have the time of my life. I'm worried you won't have the time of your life. I mean, I didn't get you out of that damned city when you were young for nothing."

Amy crooked an eyebrow. "I thought you said you left the city because you didn't want to see dad anymore and you wanted to get a divorce."

"Well, that was the biggest reason but you've to understand that that city is horrible."

Amy crooked her eyebrow even further. "Really? And why is that?"

Piper remained silent for a few moments before answering: "It just is."

"I think you find it a horrible city because dad still lives there and because there're a lot of happy memories there," said Amy. "And that's okay, mom. It really is. But that you hate it doesn't immediately mean that I'll find it horrible too. I need to give it a change or else I won't be happy there." Amy chuckled slightly while shrugging her shoulders. "Besides, how bad can it be?"

Piper's eyes darkened a little. "Oh, in due time you will see how bad it can be."

"Sure thing, mom," said Amy while rolling her eyes. She jumped on the ground. "I'm going to get dressed. Don't try to make more waffles, okay? We'll eat outdoor, just like we had agreed in the first place."

Amy gave her mother a quick hug before walking out of the kitchen. She could have sworn that the moment she left it, she heard her mother talking to someone.

She didn't walk back inside however and just shrugged it off. It happened quite often that she thought she heard her mother talking to someone but whenever she would enter the room, her mother would always be alone and not talking to anyone.

It was probably something her brain made up because it still wasn't completely healed from the concussion. Or else she wouldn't have amnesia either.

"It will be fine," she thought to herself. "Everything will be fine. I will get on the plane this afternoon and that plane is going to bring me to dad without any holdbacks and he will be there to pick me up from the airport. Nothing will go wrong."

A shudder went through her and she rubbed her hands over her arms. There was nothing to worry about. The city would be fine and not at all as bad as her mom tried to make her believe it was. It would a very nice city and the people would be friendly. She would have the time of her life there and she would make friends at her new school. Maybe she would even find herself a boyfriend.

A sickened feeling washed over her when she thought of her getting a boyfriend. It felt wrong. Very wrong. But she shook it off again while walking up the stairs.

"I won't introduce myself as the girl who doesn't remember anything of her life before the last few months but I'll introduce myself as the person who I am. Or –" Amy frowned slightly. "– as the person who I think I am. I'll most certainly not tell anyone about me having amnesia. Only after I've befriended them and know I can trust them, I'll tell them that." She stopped when she reached the top of the stairs and leaned against the railing. "Life with my dad won't be bad either. He will be like the typical father: slightly overprotective but still loving. He will make time for me and we will eat breakfast and supper together and when he will come home from work he will ask how my day has been and he will tell me about his day too." She shook her head while walking on towards her bedroom. "Yes, everything will be fine. I will have the time of my life. And before I know it mom will be back and we'll be here again, living in our little house in Sunny California."

She pushed her door open and looked around her room. It wasn't that big seeing as they didn't live that big. It still was everything she wished it to be.

There were three different colour on the walls that were painted under each other in horizontal lines. The first line was soft green, the second line was a champagne like colour and the third line that ended by the floor was a soft red colour. And on the floor there was lying carpet that had a broken white colour.

Much furniture there wasn't in her bedroom either. There was a small double bed with the red duvet and pillows on it and two nightstands that were drawers at the same time. The drawers were painted light brown and on each night stand there was standing a night lamp with a green lampshade.

She was going to miss her room and her house. A lot.

Amy let out a deep sigh while pulling herself on her bed and staring at the wall opposite of it with a sad look on her face. "Who am I kidding? This is going to be horrible."

It didn't matter how many times she would tell herself that everything was going to be fine, deep down she knew it wouldn't be the case and that she would be very home sick.

It was already most likely that her dad wouldn't have time for her and she also already knew that there would be times that she wouldn't see him for days, that he would be gone before she woke up and that he would come back when she was already asleep again.

Eating breakfast and supper together would be rare too, she already knew that too. He was an important and much occupied businessman so he would often be eating outdoors and she would be eating alone.

And then there was her new school and the new people she was going to meet. She was terrified, to put it lightly. Gossip had already proofed many times that it could travel fast and by no doubt they would know about the crash and her amnesia before the first break had come, if they didn't already know about it before she was properly introduced.

And the hell would start. They would start pitying her and act strange around her, like she was invalid. They would be nice to her just because they pitied her. And she wouldn't know if the people that were nice to her, were being nice because they generally liked her or because they pitied her and that would result in her not making friends at all. She would be yet again the friendless and silent girl at the back of the class that everyone pitied.

Amy laid down on her back and stared up at the ceiling. She didn't want to go but of course she couldn't tell her mother that. The moment she would tell her the truth, she wouldn't go anywhere and they would stay here. And even though that didn't sound too bad, Amy couldn't let it happen. She just had to be brave and be strong and survive those few months with her dad.

It was her own choice, a choice she had been a few weeks ago, and she wasn't going to change her mind about it, no matter how bad things would go and no matter how home-sick she was going to feel.

And what that choice exactly was? To go to her father and live with him for a few months so her mother could go to Egypt.

Amy had known that that would be the best thing to do when she had overheard her mother talking to someone over the phone about a big project in Egypt where they could use her help with. Only her mother had refused and Amy had seen how sad that had made her so she hadn't hesitated. She had grabbed her mobile and she had called her father. And after a short conversation everything had been settled.

The harder part had been telling her mother and convincing her that she should go and that everything was going to be just fine because Piper hardly let Amy out of her sight, especially after the crash.

But Amy had been too stubborn and had made it very clear that she wasn't going to change her mind. She had even gone so far that she had called the man who had called her mother and had asked her to come with him to Egypt. And she had arranged everything with him, leaving Piper no choice but to go to Egypt and help with the exhumation.

Piper was an archaeologist and she had specialized herself in Ancient Egypt and the exhumation that they were planning was just about that.

Amy glanced at her alarm and with yet another sigh she sat up again and grabbed the clothes that were lying on the left nightstand. It was the only pair of clothes she hadn't packed.

Much she hadn't packed because she just didn't have that much stuff. She had one suitcase filled with clothes and they would be going with her on the plane. Her other clothes she had packed in boxes just like the remaining stuff she had. And she had sent them two days ago towards her dad. So they should arrive around the same time as she would be arriving.

And just like her they would spend the next few months in a place she didn't remember and a place she rather wouldn't go to.