A/N: I love it when I'm home alone, it's the only reason you're reading this now. Other than that, I killed my brain writing this, I was having a writer's block, and I had to kick my procastinator butt in gear. So enjoy the newest chapter.

Yao sighed, it had been a long day.

When they got home, he found his mom passed out on the couch. She had been drinking all night.

He dragged her to her room, and tucked her in bed. Which really wasn't that hard, she was as light as a feather, and he stronger than the average man, thanks to some training in the martial arts.

He spent the rest of the day babysitting the neighborhood kids. While trying not wake the train wreck upstairs. Not an easy thing to do, especially when Hong got ahold of firecrackers.

So when they all left, he tried to take a nap.

He couldn't sleep a wink. His once lost memory was on repeat, and Yao couldn't find the stop button.

Unable to keep it to himself, he looked through his contacts on his cell for someone to tell. There was only three, home, Kiku, and Yong Soo. But there was a fourth one.

Ivan Bravinsky.

Yao's mind reeled. Ivan was into his cell without his permission, and added himself. That had to be a privacy crime.

But this revelation disappeared when he saw he had eleven missed messages from Kiku. He would expect that from Yong Soo, but Kiku? He wondered what he could want.

"Hello?"

"Hey Kiku," Yao asid. "Just calling to ask if everything was all right. You left a bunch of voicemails."

"I was going to ask you that," Kiku told him. "You called last night, and then hung up. Are you okay?"

Yao suddenly remembered last night. Ivan's arms around him, and his warm breath as he whispered into his ear.

His face went red as he realized what he was thinking.

"Uh, I just needed a place to stay the night," Yao told him. "But a friend offered his place. Sorry for worrying you."

"It's fine," Kiku assured him. "If you don't mind, could you tell me who your friend is?"

"Ivan," Yao said. "Ivan Bravinsky."

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air.

"Ivan's not really someone you want as a friend," Kiku stated.

"Why not?" Yao asked, getting seriously annoyed. Sure, he violeted his privacy, but he was a wonderful friend. He was sweet and kind. He even gave up his own bed.

"He has this childish delight in cruelity," Kiku told him. He sounded genuinely concerned, but it was hard to tell over the phone. "All the major injuries in this school come from him, and he enjoys it."

"I don't believe you," Yao said. "Ivan has never taken pleasure in such things."

He hung up before Kiku could get another word in.

Yao layed in bed, staring at the ceiling. He didn't even get the chance to tell Kiku about his memory. The atmosphere was pressing down on him, he needed to breath.

Dropping Hong off at a neighbors, he went walking around the island.

It was beautiful, untouched by man, for the most part. The forest were hardly touched, and the ocean didn't have a single piece of trash within.

He took a narrow trail that had been cut in the woods, and was so raptured by the beauty of it, he ended up alone and lost.

Paniced, he walked in the direction he thought the trail was, only to end up in a field full of, sunflowers?

^o^

Ivan was reading, not really paying attention to the book, something about the acopylaspe, when he heard someone in his garden.

"Who's there?" he called out, grabbing his pipe. If anyone hurt his sunflowers, he was going to beat them senseless.

"Ivan? Is that you?" Yao asked, coming into view.

"Yao!" Ivan exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"I was walking, exploring the island, but I got lost," Yao told him. "What is this place?"

"It's my 'secret base'," Ivan grinned. "It's where I go when I'm frustrated, or happy. Or just trying to get away."

"It's beautiful," Yao breathed, lightly touching a flower that was roughly his height. "I'm surised that so many a still in bloom."

"Anywhere else, they'd would be gone by now," Ivan said. "Because Seychelles is so far south, and her climate so stable, they stay longer."

"Amazing."

"The best part about this place is that it's so hidden," Ivan said, throwing his arms wide. "The best hiding spot on the island. You're the only other person who knows about it."

"Really?"

"Yep," Ivan smiled. "Not even the locals. Now tell me your secret."

"Huh?"

Well, it's only fair," he said. "A secret for a secret."

Yao contemplated this, then with a determined look, he said. "Last night, I regained a memory."

Ivan's heart stopped. He was expecting little stuff, like he still wet the bed, not a memory.

"Well, only part of it," Yao admitted. "But I know it's mine."

Yao told him what he remembered, not sparing any detail.

Ivan remembered that day. Yao's mom had taken him to an Egyptian museum that was in town. He was telling Ivan how big a sarcophogaus was.

Ivan never did get to go.

"So I decided to take up your offer," Yao continued.

"What?" Since when did Ivan make an offer to Yao?

"You will help me find my memories. There are more questions than answers to that memory," Yao said with conviction. "Just who was I talking to, and why do my memories return now?"

Ivan smiled. He had been wondering how he get Yao's memory back. That's hard to do when Yao didn't want his memories. Now he had Yao's help.

Gripping his pendant, he told Yao, "I have an idea."

A/N: I might update tomorrow, but I need a new notebook, so I'm going to have to ask my Step-Dad if he has extras. I think he does. And that should tell how full my tablet is. It has 70 sheets, and over half of it is fan-fiction. (I used for English last year, so it's partially filled with that crap.) So yeah, you may or may not have a new chapter tomorrow, depending on if I remember to ask.