Edited: 15/09/14

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh or any of the characters.

Memory 2

"Big brother, what is your favourite and least favourite colour?" asked the young girl, walking along the back streets of Australia. The mid-day sun was beating down hard on the young children and they were taking cover in the shade whenever possible.

"Erm, blue as my favourite, but my least has to be red! I hate red!" he told her, taking her hand.

"Why do you hate red but love blue?" she asked him sweetly, swinging their held hands.

"I hate red because it's the colour of blood and it also looks like anger and hatred. I love blue because it's the colour of our eyes and the sky and sea. The sky and sea are free with nothing holding them back, like I wish we could be," he finished softly, pulling her closer to him as they entered the busy street.

"Oh I wish I was free like …"

"Like a bird," he whispered. For a moment their conversation was lost in the hustle and bustle of the city.

"Val, where are we going?" she asked as she hurried beside him.

"We're going this way, I want to introduce to this nice man I met, but you must promise me! You cannot tell him they hurt us or he might take us away from them."

"But isn't that what we want big brother, be away from them?" she asked, confused. She had always wanted to be free from her parents and here was their chance. Why did her big brother not want to?

"Because if he took us away from them, then we could be split up," he told her. She gasped in shock and her eyes filled with tears at the idea of been separated from her best friend.

"I won't say anything big brother, I promise!" He smiled down at his sister and kissed her head.

They turned another corner and walked past an expensive, at least to them, clothing store. They continued down the road until they got to a tall building with six windows and a large red door. They climbed the steep steps until they reached the over-head shelter creating a patch of shade; he knocked on the door. From where they were stood the outdoors looked beautiful, nothing like back home. They waited for a minute until the door opened and a large black man in a pair of dark trousers and a dark shirt appeared.

"Ah, hello my boy. I see you brought your sister this time," he said in a slow drawl.

"Yes sir," he said, showing confidence, but a slight tremor betrayed his nerves.

"Come in you two," he said kindly, opening the door wider. Cautiously, Téa followed her brother and the man into the house, still holding steadfastly to her brother's hand.

"How old are you young lady?" he asked, kneeling down so he was nearly her size.

"I'm three, mister," she said timidly, moving closer to Valon for protection.

"Wow, well aren't you a big girl," he said, smiling kindly at her, "Would you like a sweetie?" he asked offering her the bowl of jelly babies.

Giving him a large toothy smile, she took one of the sweets and popped it in her mouth.

"What do you say to the mister, sis?" Valon asked her.

"Thank you, mister," she said. Turning to Valon, she smiled guiltily. "I forgot."

The man laughed and introduced himself as Jonathon Higgins, a qualified Sydney lawyer.

"Mr Jonathon, what does a lawyer do?" Tea asked in her child curiosity.

"A lawyer is somebody that works to put bad people in prison to keep others safe," he told her. The little girls mind suddenly brought forth the images of her mother and father in their heads.

"Do you take mummies and daddies too?" she asked, completely forgetting what Valon had told her not to talk about. Valon's reaction was rapid and a look of fear passed into his cerulean eyes.

"Sometimes, if mummy's and daddy's are not nice to their children and they hurt them we take them to a place called court. If they are proven to be bad parents then the children are taking away from them and put into care," he told her, his eyebrows buried in a knot of confusion as to why a young girl would be asking questions like that. Before he could get the chance to think it through, Valon stood up, breaking his concentration.

"We have to go or mum will be wondering where we are," Valon said quickly looking sharply at his sister glaring. "Sorry we couldn't stay longer but all the talk on mums reminded me I didn't tell her we were here," he said covering his tracks. Jonathon smiled down at them, gave each child a chocolate biscuit and left the house, saying goodbye.

They walked in silence until they got to their street, when Valon stopped and looked at Téa. "I told you not to say anything about them before we entered that house, and you did! You could have gotten us separated from each other!"

"Why Val? What's care?" She hadn't gotten to ask the man the question.

"I think it's a place where children go when they have no mums and dads and then other adults come and chose which kid they want. Sometimes adults only want one kid and that kid has to go and leave their brother or sister behind," he told her. He wasn't a hundred percent sure, but he remembered hearing his parents talk about it.

Her eyes suddenly filled with tears as she realised what she nearly did. "I-I'm S-sorry," she cried clinging on to her brother, sobbing into his shoulder.

"Shh, it's alright. You didn't, we're still together c'mon now shh," he soothed, trying to calm her down. Eventually she stopped crying and they snuck into their house without being noticed. Sitting in their bedroom, he turned to his sister.

"What's your favourite colour?"

Giggling she looked at him and said, "I love pink, but I don't like red either,"

"Same reason?" She nodded her head, and snuggled up to him.

"I love you," she whispered. He smiled and kissed the top of her head.

"I love you too sis,"

"What the hell!" gasped Téa as she woke from shock after another dream of her past. She held her breath not wanting to open her eyes, she recalled the events of the dream. What stuck out most was the name Val. "Val," she whispered to herself, clutching her locket.

"D-did ya say somet Téa?" mumbled Yugi.

"Oh no sorry, Yugi, just go back to sleep. It's fine," she replied, realizing she had woken him from his slumber. Nodding his head, he laid back down, closing his eyes and fell back asleep instantly.

Groaning, she lay back down, knowing sleep was not going to come easy for her after the dream. Sighing, she rolled over and closed her eyes, still holding on to the necklace.

On the other side of San Francisco, Valon lay awake. Like Téa, he also had the dream, but keeping him awake was the dull light and image of Mother Mary standing in his room. Rubbing his eyes trying to awaken himself, he stared at her.

The image suddenly spoke; the only words spoken were "She is still out there," as soon as she spoke she disappeared.

"No more hot chocolates before bed!" he told himself sternly, "First dreams of the past and now images of the dead," But he couldn't ignore the fact that he had dreamt that Mother Mary been here and the dreams were telling him something. She's still out there? She couldn't have meant his sister could she? No, that was impossible, and plus, all the thinking he was doing begun to make his head hurt. Groaning, he fell back on to his bed and tried to find sleep.

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