a/n: This is a new story from me. This was just an idea that popped into my head. I know the first chapter is probably confusing as hell, but as you read on, you'll understand what exactly is going on. This story is mystery/romance/angst/drama. I hope you guys like this! This story is rated R because of violence, drama, and well, have you read A life without you?

Disclainer: I do not own YuGiOh..

Chapter 1: Dreams

There is something missing. I feel like something is missing in my heart. Nothing is right. Nothing is wrong. Everything is just bland. The days bleed together and I can't even catch up with the time anymore. The minutes pass by me so fast the next thing I know it's three hours later and I have not moved an inch.

Crystal blue eyes

Little specks of images come at me sometimes. Those are the times when I don't move for hours at a time. It's as if I'm afraid to lose those memories even though the images have no longer produced any more. They are little pieces of images; a face, a tear, a hand reaching out. I wish that I could piece them together but every time the images come they are different. They tell me another story, never finishing the last one.

Everyday is the same for me. I wake up and go wait tables. The manager tells me I have the perfect face to sell food. I get more tips that way. My manager is obviously a girl who hired me on the spot.

"You should be a model."

The scowl on my face always seems to make people stay away from me when I enter a place. To me, it seems almost natural to have on this scowl. When I awoke in the clinic that day, I naturally had on my scowl. My manager doesn't like it. Do I care? No. She can't fire me. She needs me to lure in the female customers and she knows it. Whenever she says something about my glare, I look over at her with uninterested eyes and all she does is smile and me and wink.

"Smile for me. Please smile for me."

"There's some girls coming your way." She whispered before she went back to her office. I just muttered under my breath and walked over to the three girls who were chatting about some thing. When I approached them, one of the girls stopped and looked at me dead in the eye. The two followed. One of them had crystal blue eyes. The same kind of eyes that haunted me at night sometimes. I showed no interested, as always.

His fingertips touched her lips. Willingly, she parted them for him.

"Are you our waiter?" One of the girls asked timidly. Nodding, I turned around on my heel and lead them to a booth. "He's cute." The same girl whispered to her friend. Holding back a growl, I gave the girls the menus and walked away.

A few minutes later I felt someone behind as I got three glasses of water for the girls. Turning around with the three glasses, my eyes caught crystal blue eyes before my body fully turned around. I almost dropped the glasses when I saw the girl staring back at me as if she's seeing someone who she hasn't seen in a while.

"You." Was all she uttered. Blue eyes were wide and questioning. Her petite form seemed timid, afraid. I could easily read the fear radiating from her body. What was she so afraid of?

"What about me?" I responded with cockiness and arrogance. Hearing my response she smiled, her eyes glittering with tears. Shaking her head, she pointed at my tag which contained my name.

"Toshi?" She read name out loud, her voice dripped with confusion. "Is that your name?" Feeling awkward about this whole scenario, I nodded. If I wasn't nice to this customer then I would have no tips. So for the time being.. I would have to be nice. "I see. I'm sorry for disturbing you. Would you like me to help you with one of the glasses?" Her politeness made me sick.

"No, thank you." I gruffly responded and then brushed right past her. This girl was getting on my nerves.

As I walked back to the girl's table, I heard the girl behind me walking fast to keep up with my fast pace. "Toshi?" She asked before I even reached the table. Her hand touched mine and took the glass from my hand. I had to other choice but to let her because if I did struggle, then the other two glasses would have fell. "My name is Anzu." She said and walked ahead of me to meet with her friends. Scoffing, I continued on to the table.

Today was just plain odd. That girl kept coming back into my mind; her sad smile when she read my name, the way her eyes told me that she knew me once before. Did she know me before? Could she know something?

I stood outside of the restaurant watching the rain fall down onto the earth. I didn't want to get my uniform wet so I waited for the rain to slow down into a drizzle. I watched people run past me trying to escape the rain. As much as they tried they ended up drenched.

"Hey." Someone said beside me. Her voice seemed familiar.

"Do you love me?"

Could it be?… Snapping my head to the direction of the voice, I ended up looking down at the person. It was the same girl from before. "I just came from dance class and got caught in the rain." The rain was evident on her hair, clothes, and face. All in all, she looked like a drenched cat in sweats. Dropping her big bag on the ground, she took her long waist length hair and pulled it back into a messy bun. My eyes wandered around her body, almost sizing her up. Catching my wandering eyes, she blushed.

"What do you want?" I all but barked out. She was no longer a customer so there was no need to be nice to her any longer. Taken back by the question, she managed a shy smile.

"Nothing. I'm just seeking for some shelter." Her smile faded and a frown replaced it. It seemed like it took a minute for her to register my rudeness. "Hey! I'm trying to be nice to you and you're just acting like an asshole towards me!" She pouted in a way that almost made me laugh. Smirking I looked away from her.

"I'm always an asshole."

"That's something you might not want to brag about." She quickly responded back. This girl had a sharp tongue, I could tell that this girl would annoy me if I stayed around her any longer.

"You talk a lot. You also butt into people's business too much." I concluded, making her mad. Her huff beside me told me so.

"You… I'm just.. " The girl was obviously flabbergasted. Looking back at her, I saw her stop her stuttering and just look down at the wet ground. Her hair shielded her eyes from telling me whether she was mad, sad, or even happy. "I can't believe this." She whispered to herself but I clearly heard it.

"What can't you believe?" I asked bit a twinge of annoyance in my voice. Rolling her eyes at me, she showed me tear filled eyes.

"You."

"What about me?" When she didn't say anything and just stared at me, a question nagged at me. "Do you know me?" The girl understood the question and shook her head. "Then why are looking at me like you do." Shrugging the girl picked up her bag.

"You just remind me of someone I think I used to know." She stepped forward, attempting the meet with the rain when I pulled her back by her upper arm.

"Who?" This girl had to have known me in the past. I was too arrogant to let her go. She looked up at me with sad eyes.

"It can't be you."

"Who?" I pushed on.

"Just someone who I think about from time to time." Roughly letting her arm go, I crossed my arms and leaned back again the wall behind me. "You don't remember who you are, do you?" She questioned cautiously.

"Isn't it obvious?" I bitterly responded, then pushed myself off of the wall and walked into the rain, leaving the girl behind. I reminded her of someone. Could I be that someone?

There are times now when I awake screaming for no reason. I awaken with cold sweat around my forehead, and chills running up and down my spine. I feel like there's someone around me, watching me. Then after a while the feeling disappears. A voice inside my head would sooth me back to sleep.

"It's okay. It's okay."

Some dreams I get now are so vivid I feel like they happened. Now I almost feel like I'm afraid of sleep. I'm afraid of what I'd see in my dreams. I'm afraid to know if they even dreams. If they are parts of my memory. All I want is for them to stop. There had to be a reason why my memories were erased. I shouldn't question why this happened to me. I should just let it go.

Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears. Her arms were reached out towards the man to hold him. As much as he wanted to feel her touch, the binds holding him back would not allow him be touched by the girl.

"Please!" She sobbed out. It hurt his heart to see her cry out in pain and angst. He couldn't show it though. It would prove them right. It would make him weak. It would make her a target. He couldn't have that. He wouldn't dare have that happen.

The men came and raised her up off of the ground by her arm. Head hung low, it did not hide the tears that fell from her face onto the hard cold ground.

"Will you take your own life in exchange for this girls freedom?" A shadowed figure behind the girl asked the bound man. "Even though you say you feel nothing for her, would you like to see scream out in pain? Would you like to see her blood run down to her collar bone from her sliced neck?" The sadistic man laughed and the bound mans now wide eyes. "Of course you wouldn't." His feelings for her were now displayed out in the open for all of the other men in the room to see. Now he would have to make a choice.

"Don't do this!" The girl desperately screamed out. "Please don't do this!" One of the men holding her gagged her mouth with something.

"What will you do? Will you sacrifice your life for this girl?" His blue eyes trailed down the girl's figure. He would never see her again either way. He could make it easy and save his own life. Would he be able to live with the choice though? People have always said he was a cold man. Why not prove it to them now?

"Of course."

"Then it is done."

I should just let these dreams go…

Done! Do you guys get it? It's about Seto losing his memory. Yes, it has been done but this fic is a tad bit different. I promise this is different. If you guys are wondering why doesn't recognize him, or at least tell him that he is Seto, well it was done on purpose. There is a reason why she doesn't say anything. Also the last part of the chapter is a dream of his. It's what made him wake up. REVIEW!