Yamuko couldn't sleep. After she'd woken from her coma, it had been difficult to sleep in general, but this night her stomach twisted and churned. Restless, she gazed out of the window. The curtains were drawn, but behind them she could see the lights of the city. A city that didn't sleep. Yamuko wondered whether or not her friends were asleep, and then inevitably thought about Ryou. She shivered and bit her tongue, trying to supress the resurging nausea.

"You really should try and sleep a little Yamuko." Came Anekshi's soft voice. Yamuko pushed herself to wonder if Anekshi sounded so gentle because of her past, but the visage of Ryou's shark-like grin haunted her. She shook her head to get rid of it before she realized Anekshi thought she was answering her.

"That's rich coming from you. Do spirits sleep?" Yamuko asked with a weak smile, turning to look at Anekshi's translucent form. Her dress had small details sown into its seems. At first glance it appeared simple, but looking closer Yamuko could tell it was a royal gown.

"I spent several hundred years doing the spirit equivalent of sleeping." Anekshi's said, raising her chin with indignance. Yamuko did her best not to laugh. Partially because it was late and she didn't want people to hear her, and partially because it still hurt too much.

"You're thinking about Bakura, aren't you?" Anekshi glided over the floor towards her bed, taking a seat at the foot. Yamuko nodded.

"I'm guessing you are, too? What happened to him? It was like there was a different person inside his body." Yamuko shivered at the memory and reached a hand up to touch her arm. Her fingers brushed over the skin he'd touched, as if she could erase the sensation of his touch. Anekshi sighed.

"I don't think you'll be too surprised if I tell you that's because there was. Is. Ryou Bakura shares his body with a spirit, but not the way Yugi does. And not the way you do." Anekshi paused and cleared her throat. "I'm sorry for possessing you. It's not something I've done to you often, and I won't do it again if I can help it."

"It's fine. Do I usually end up in your memories when you possess me?" Yamuko asked, still desperate to distract herself. Ryou shared his body with a spirit? Then why hadn't she seen the spirit? And why did it have such a terrifying presence?

"No. At least I don't think so. You never mentioned it before." Anekshi paused and glared at her. "Were you snooping around? That's not very lady-like." Lady-like. Yamuko closed her eyes. She'd heard that sentence before. Often. From different people, in different voices. Then she remembered it.

"I'm fourteen, why do I have to get married?" Yamuko scowled as she crossed her arms. Her brother was sitting on the other side of the room, being of absolutely no help and staring intently at his computer screen pretending that he couldn't hear his sister being sold for profit.

"You don't have to get married darling. Just engaged. Marriage comes when you turn eighteen." Came a sickeningly sweet voice. Yamuko rolled her eyes at the voice.

"Why is it that when it comes to anything I want, I'm too young to know what I want, but if it's something you want then suddenly I'm grown up and mature enough?" Rebelliously, Yamuko placed her feet on the low coffee table. Her mother, a red haired woman whose face Yamuko couldn't quite discern even in the memory, gasped in shock.

"Yamuko! That's not very lady-like! Get those feet off the table!" She commanded. Even more rebelliously, Yamuko lifted her feet just a few centimetres above the table. The groan of exasperation was worth the muscle cramps in her abdomen.

"There's no need for you to throw a fit, Yamuko. We don't even know if you're his type. Yet."

"Yamuko?" And like that, the memory was gone. Yamuko rubbed her temple, wincing from the headache that came with every new bit of information. It was a strange feeling. Family was supposed to be feel like something you want, right? With just these flashes, Yamuko felt as if she hadn't lost very much by forgetting all about them. Then again, Daiki was one of the first people she remembered. Maybe he changed since that memory, or maybe he wasn't usually like that. Everything she remembered were just snippets, small pieces, but she could feel the emotions as strongly as if it just happened.

"I just remembered something." Yamuko muttered, lowering her hand. "My relationship with Seto. Apparently, my parents pushed me hard to get engaged with him." She paused and looked up at the spirit. Anekshi said nothing, and Yamuko was reminded that Anekshi had been there when the memory took place. Anekshi had been by her side for a long time now.

"Maybe I should scold you more often." Anekshi sighed and rose gracefully. Yamuko sighed as well and lied down, staring at the ceiling. If that's how the relationship started, how come she felt warmly towards him now? And what was going on with Ryou? Why was everything so messy? The amnesia had left her feeling blank, naked and anxious, but the fragmented memories coming back to her made it even worse. Exhausted and in pain, Yamuko closed her eyes and made another attempt at sleeping.

Usually, it helps to sleep when you're worried about something. Yamuko felt a little better about the situation when she woke up, but then immediately remembered she was going to live in the same house with someone she was supposed to remember a lot more about than only the bare minimum. And there was still the whole Ryou-thing going on, too. Whatever the whole Ryou-thing was. Her hands were shaking as she allowed the nurses to help her into a wheelchair.

Seto didn't show up in person to come collect her, which was both a relief and not a surprise to her. What was a surprise was the short, black haired kid in a striped blue jacket. He looked vaguely familiar, though Yamuko couldn't recall who he was at all. Terrified, she looked around the room for Anekshi.

"Seto's busy organizing a… Secret! But I'm here to pick you up instead." The kid smiled, and Yamuko smiled as best as she could, trying to figure out whether or not she knew this person.

"That's nice of you." Anytime now, Anekshi.

"Sure thing! Although… I'm a little bummed he's leaving me out of the planning. I'm good at planning stuff!" The kid declared and walked over to her wheelchair. Standing, he probably wouldn't reach to her elbows, Yamuko thought.

"His name is Mokuba. He's Seto's younger brother." Anekshi's voice whispered from behind her. Yamuko nearly yelped in shock, but quickly covered for it by reaching for her arm. Mokuba raised an eyebrow at her, but didn't say anything. Instead he snapped his fingers for one of the black suits to start pushing her wheelchair.

"I'm sure he'll include you in the planning later on Mokuba." Yamuko offered him a smile. Mokuba smiled back at her, then turned to face ahead of him.

"I'll make it the best tournament ever! Wait, I didn't say tournament!" Mokuba slapped a hand over his mouth, doing his best to swallow the words he'd already spoken out loud. Yamuko smiled, leaning back in her wheelchair.

"It's not that big of a surprise. Seto's been looking for a way to get his title back from Yugi, this was only a matter of time." Yamuko paused, wondering how she knew anything about that. Mokuba blinked as he looked at her.

"Seto said you have memory loss. Did you remember that because you're in love with him?" Shit, was that something that had happened less than three months ago? Yamuko groaned, reaching for her temple. Why were her brains being so inconsiderate of her pretences?

"Honestly, my brain is just a mess. Sometimes I remember things without even realizing it. I'm not sure what it means, really, but Seto was one of the first things I thought of when I opened my eyes." Yamuko offered, unsure of Mokuba's reaction. He was frowning, though not directly at her.

"Seto says that any sentence that begins with 'honestly' or 'to be honest' is a lie. Did you really forget about the past three months?" Where did this twerp learn about psychology like that? Yamuko blinked, refraining from answering Mokuba. Luckily, it seemed to work because the boy started laughing awkwardly. "Then again… You were in an accident and a coma for several weeks. So… Sorry, Yamuko. I'm trying to make conversation but this is all really weird."

It was weird. And it continued to be weird, but Mokuba stopped trying to interrogate her after they left the hospital. In an absurd display of his power and wealth, Seto had sent a helicopter to pick them up and take them to his mansion. Yamuko wondered whether it had been a decision made for their safety. Seto knew she hadn't been the target of the attack, so it wasn't too dangerous to draw attention to herself that way, but on the other hand they weren't sure what the people behind the accident actually wanted. And if they were related to her brother's disappearance.

"Do you really not remember the accident at all?" Mokuba had to be nosy again. At least here there was no one around to listen in on them. The helicopter was so noisy that they had to wear a headset to communicate, but none of the suits were wearing them. Yamuko wondered exactly how much Seto had trusted Mokuba with.

"A little." She confessed. After all she'd told Seto as much. The kid looked at her expectantly, to which Yamuko didn't really know what to say. "It hurts my head to remember it, but… I remember tires shrieking, a car coming for me. It was so loud I could see it. It's a really strange feeling to feel your bones breaking like they're raw noodles. Snap, and you're in pieces on the ground." She paused to touch her arm briefly. Mokuba's face looked a little paler, and Yamuko suddenly realized it might not be pleasant to imagine.

"Sorry. That sounded a little weird didn't it?"

"I'm sorry I keep asking you dumb stuff. I guess I didn't think about how it would feel to be in an accident." Mokuba muttered, turning to look out of the window. "Oh look! There's home!" He gestured, excited to have found a distraction. Yamuko smiled and followed his extended hand.

Their house was a mansion. Unsurprisingly. The front entrance was emboldened by an impressive reconstruction of Roman architecture. Not unsuitable, since Kaiba Corp was nearly an economic empire of its own. Six pillars rose up high, sharing the weight of a triangular pediment on them. Instead of depicting the daily life of Romans, or even Roman gods, Seto had it decorated with dragons. Of course he had. Yamuko caught herself smiling and straightened up.

Seto was supposed to be in the city, working on his grand master plan to take back his title of worldwide champion. He wasn't. When the helicopter landed in the spacious and lush green garden, Seto came out of the house to meet them. Yamuko suspected he figured something out, and she was right.

"I hope the flight was okay." He said, stepping behind her wheelchair to take it from the suit pushing it. The man saluted and stepped back. Now Yamuko was sure there was more to his kindness. She leaned back in her wheelchair slightly to look up at him.

"What happened?" She demanded.

"I launched a mobile, holographic projector for Duel Monsters. The Duel Disk." Seto started. He'd get to the point soon enough, so Yamuko just gave him a single nod. "They're meant to be used in my tournament, which I'm sure Mokuba has told you about."

The black haired kid who was trailing alongside them just shrugged. Yamuko gave him a smile and turned her attention back to Seto.

"So what happened?" She insisted.

"Thieves. The Duel Disks are only meant to be handed out to the best of the best duelists, but our system was hacked so people were able to take them. From what we were able to glimpse, they wear purple capes. That can't be a coincidence." Purple capes. Like the people who kidnapped Ananke. Yamuko bit her tongue pensively, trying hard to recall anything else about the incident. It'd happened too fast.

"Are you tracking them?" She asked.

"That's the problem. We don't have access to information about them." In other words, a dead end. Yamuko nodded, brushing her hand over her recovering arm. It didn't hurt as much anymore.

"I guess I have to enter the tournament, then." She decided.