Bleh. I don't like this one, particularly because to write it I had to reference one of my least favorite episodes over and over again. I hated this episode. :(

Buuuut~! I don't think you guys care what I think, so long as you get a oneshot, so I'll just go away now and let you read. *rides away on a black motorbike with Celty*

Word used: "Forget"

Yuma was afraid of forgetting.

There were a lot of things in his life that he would never want to forget, after all. His mother, his father, his Kattobingu, his duels and his friends-and that was only a little bit. All of these things, through the good and the bad, have gotten him to where he was now.

Those things, and of course, Astral.

If Yuma had to point out one time in his life that he felt the most fear, it would have to be when III erased his memories of his father, his Kattobingu and, ultimately, Astral.

Just thinking of that time made Yuma shiver. It scared him. Without his father or his Kattobingu, he was just your average shy, scared little boy. Not the hyperactive, duel loving young boy that was often late to school. He was grateful for his Kattobingu.

And forgetting about his key and Astral? That scared Yuma the most. Astral was probably his best friend. They've been through so much. Astral helped him develop possible strategies to win duels and he, in turn, told him about the human world. He told the spirit about TV, about sleep, about friends and about so much more. They helped each other out. Sure, in the beginning he didn't care for the spirit, but now, the thought of Astral disappearing scared him.

And after he gained back him memories, his Kattobingu, and learned that Astral had been destroyed by III…Yuma wanted to deny it. He wanted to believe that Astral was still alive, that he hadn't been destroyed. But the confirmation of his friends sent unimaginable chills down his spine towards his very core. He wanted to crawl into a hole, curl into a fetal position and never come out. Astral had been killed! Why wouldn't he be upset?

He was happy that he had been able to bring Astral back after III's defeat. If he hadn't been able to bring him back…Yuma unconsciously shook his head. No. he didn't want to think about it.

"Is something wrong, Yuma?"

Yuma looked up at the spirit and blushed lightly, shaking his head. "No. I'm just…remembering that duel against III, during the World Duel Carnival."

"I see…" the spirit fell silent, probably remembering that duel as well.

Perhaps that duel was when Yuma had realized he had fallen for the spirit. That's right. He, Tsukumo Yuma, winner of the WDC, had fallen in love with Astral, the spirit from another world. And he'd fallen hard.

And if, one day, they gathered all of the Numbers and Astral had to leave, he knew he'd never forget about Astral.

He hoped that, when that day comes, Astral wouldn't forget about him, either.

Theabridgedkuriboh: maybe I should make it into a full story? Maybe later, when I'm not so lazy and I don't have what feels like 2000 stories to balance around and try to write for. But maybe. :3 thanks!

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