Sarah: Hey all! This chapter's dedicated to the bestestes friend a girl could have- Kay Topaz, a.k.a.: RunningInCircles. Couldn't have done this without you, Ami! And now, on with "Don't Walk Away"!

Don't walk away.

See, I just can't find the right thing to say.

I tried but all my pain gets in the way.

Tell me what I have to do so you'll stay,

Should I get down on my knees and pray?

6/10/04

It's been so long since I've written in the blasted thing. Dad gave it to me all those years ago, but it's stayed under my pillow… I never thought he'd be the reason I'd pull it out once more. It's so hard seeing him again and… he doesn't know who I am. About now, these pages are stained with teardrops. I don't know how much more I can take of this… one of us always runs away, just when the other might have something important to tell them. It's usually me, I know… but it's too late.

And how can I stop losing you

How can I begin to say

When there's nothing left to do but walk away

There's nothing left to do but walk away. From what Onshi told me, Dad was supposed to get his memory back once he'd gotten all the Egyptian God Cards. (A.N: I know, I know it's supposed to be the Cards and the items, but since I just did a chapter with Shadi, and Yami had no clue who Shadi was in those chapters, we can't really do that now can we? ; Read on.) I know he has all of them… but he doesn't remember. And you know what? I feel like I'm starting to forget too… I feel like I want to forget.

I close my eyes

Just to try and see you smile one more time

But it's been so long now all I do is cry

Can't we find some love to take this away?

'Cause the pain gets stronger every day

I sometimes remember how it was when he loved me. When he'd stop whatever he was doing to play with me. Or when he'd come into my room at night because I'd had a nightmare. As much as I love those memories, it kills me thinking about them. Sometimes… sometimes I wish I didn't remember him either! I wish I could get amnesia or… I wish I could start over…

How can I begin again?

How am I to understand?

When there's nothing left to do but walk away

But we can't start over… there's no way to start over, is there? I mean, the God Cards were supposed to give him his memory back, and that didn't happen! What else is there? How the fuck is he supposed to get his memory back now?! How am I supposed to get my father back now?!

See now why

All my dreams been broken

I don't know where we're going

Everything we said and all we done now

Don't let go, I don't wanna walk away

He doesn't care. He doesn't care about my hope, my dreams… my love. That last one is kinda killing me slowly. Very slowly. You never know how important something is until you don't have it anymore. I know, I lost my dad five thousand years ago, but I just lost him physically. I never thought I'd lose the one thing I've always needed… I never thought I'd lose his love….

Yami looked up from the book, sighing. He didn't know how Koujo's journal had gotten into his soul room, but he was pretty sure Saya and Sorcerer had something to do with it. Koujo wouldn't give him her own diary… not that he knew it was hers when he started reading it. If he had known… he probably still would have read it, but he might have waited a day or two. He had hoped there would be stories in there, telling him about his past. Granted, there were a few… but he learned more about Koujo than he did about himself.

She was a writer- the diary was filled stories and poems… mostly about Duel Monsters, wizards and sorceresses. She was claustrophobic, had been ever since Sorcerer accidentally locked her in a sarcophagus when she was ten- she'd been hiding inside, planning on jumping out and scaring Sorcerer… but he'd placed a bunch of junk on the cover, sealing her inside. When Yami found her an hour or so later, she promptly got out of her prison, ran to Sorcerer, turned him into a frog and locked him in the sarcophagus. Yami found himself laughing when he read that.

Another thing… he had a nickname for her. "Little Love." In another story within the pages of Koujo's journal was the story of that nickname. Some woman named Tawnia, Yami guessed his wife, was "Love," therefore making Koujo "Little love."

"Little love…"

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Yami blinked and looks up, only to see extremely pissed off Egyptian Princess staring at him.

"Koujo," he stammered. "When did you get here?" Koujo stormed over to him, snatching her diary from his hand. "I'm sorry, it showed up here, and I was looking at it to see what it was…"

"MY NAME IS IN THE COVER!" she yelled, showing him this to prove her point. "Damn it, I know you don't remember me, but could you at least respect me enough to stay out of my stuff?!" Yami looked at her, apologetically.

"I must not have seen it… and I am sorry." Koujo just glared at him and started to walk out. "Koujo, wait!" She paused, but didn't turn around.

"Why?" Yami drew a breath.

"I wanted… I needed to know you better..." He paused, drawing another breath. "I know its so awkward for you to talk about…"

"Awkward?!" cried Koujo. She laughed. It was a forced laugh, but one just the same. "My best friend... my only friend doesn't know me anymore... awkward isn't the word!" Yami nodded, not sure what to say. They just stood there in silence, Koujo's back still facing him.

"Koujo," he said, softly. "Can you tell me about your mother?" Koujo shook her head, fiercely.

"No. I can't…" Yami nodded slowly.

"I understand."

"Do you?!" Yami took a step back, shocked by Koujo's out burst. "Do you understand?! My mother died before I was born, you and Onshi were all I had! You don't have your memory any more, Pharaoh, how can you say you understand?!?"

"Don't call me that," was all Yami could reply. "I'm not the Pharaoh anymore…" Koujo let out a 'keh.'

"If you're not the Pharaoh anymore then you can't order me around, and damn it, I'll call you what I want." Yami sighed.

"Then I'm asking you as a friend," he said. "Please don't call me that…" Koujo shook her head.

"What am I supposed to call you?" she asked, softly. "You don't like Pharaoh, Yami doesn't feel right…"

"If you want to... call me Dad."

"You don't understand…" Koujo turned around, holding back the tears in her eyes. "You're not my Dad anymore..." Yami raised her eyebrows, confused. "You... you're not... there's no point in it, you know?! Nothing's gonna change anything!" Koujo wasn't quiet sure what she was saying, but she knew what she meant. Too much time was stolen from the two of them… there was no way to get it back. Yami understood this.

"Koujo," he said. "I know I'm not the same as I used to be, and I know this is hard on you… but whether I remember it or not, I'm still your father. And… and if you'll let me… I'd like to try and be your dad again." Koujo finally allowed tears to slip down her cheeks and Yami walked over and took her in his arms.

""D...Dad…" Yami hugged her tight, his own eyes watering when he felt her do the same.

"I'm here, Little love… I'm right here."