I once thought that my memories have return to my mind but now I can't figure or even tell if this is what my real life used to be…but if I had no past, I had memories from some one else that I don't even now…that would only tell me that I didn't exist. All of my memories where just dreams, just an explanation of what I was feeling…but if I had no past…then why I can't remember who I am right now?

I'm having a lot of time to think in what I can be living in right in these present….

I have shadows of people I once knew. These people meant a lot to me. They where… friends…I think… I also can have some thoughts of some one that was very alike to me…it can also say that the two of us where twins but I can't remember….

There was also a very annoying girl…her face could say so but I can be lying to myself. The other two of the people that is constantly touching my thoughts with false memories where a blonde guy and a weird spike-hair dude, they seem pretty dumb but how can I say so if I don't even now who the hell are they! I'm just confusing myself to death but this isn't the end of it… oh no…there is some one else... some one that I've been wondering more than anyone of the other strangers that are very familiar. He has short brown hair with good looking bangs that covers part of his eyes…those eyes…those piercing blue eyes. I can't describe the beauty of those cold eyes… I just can said that they seem so familiar jet so forbidden to my memories but this tall and gorgeous man is now filling the depths of my thoughts completely. He has a well-formed body and his face shows the sharpness of a very proud man. But all of this are imaginary souls that exist, somehow, in my memory; they are, maybe, some one else regards. But even dough they're just barely seen shadows, I can say that whoever this person is, I think I have fallen deeply in love with him, because somehow I can feel his very soul touches mine.

I have, also, heard some ones voice calling some ones name… but I'm pretty sure that he is referring to me, even dough I don't remember now what is my real name, I think that that is the name that others used to refer to my own person and I also feel that it fits me very well. That is not the point dough I'm just saying that the voice I am hearing constantly in what it seem a forever dream herds so familiar and jet I can't figure out who is the one calling my name. By other side his voice herds so passionate but I have notice that it sounds desperate and loving at the same time…I just wish I could figure sometime, if there is time in this dream-type space, which is the voice that tries to wake me up from a rare dream that seems to have no reality time.

I haven't open my eyes since these memories and these familiar and cold-tone voice came from somewhere, and when I finally be able to make them reach the sun's light I won't get any rest until I met the one that has stolen my heart just from shadows and captivated my toughs with his voice (maybe, if he really exist and if he is the owner of the faint voice). And it can also be said that I'll find somehow who I really once was and who I really am now.

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'Yami…!'

'…wake up… wake up…!'

'Dam it! You have to wake up!'

A tri-colored hair boy jump from is bed from what it seems a nightmare. He was all sweaty and his crimson eyes reflect confusion and fear. His face was able to show some calm when he saw that he was on a bedroom, sleeping in a medium-size bed. His face, always showing a state of confusion, was wondering where he was. The room was dark, the bed have a deep blue sheets. It had a bathroom and next to him was a night stand with a lamp. Next to it was a desk with a computer and a laptop that was place a few centimeters away. At the very end of the room was a wardrobe. He then notice a small deck placed near the lamp. His thoughts were full of confusion and bursting questions that seem to have no one to answer them.

He got up slowly, noticing that he was sleeping only in his boxers. When he made his way through the bathroom, the first thing that caught his attention was his reflection. He bent closely to the mirror attached to the wall and with one hand the touched the cold glass with delicate fingers. They trace down to the end of it and closed to a shaken fist. His eyes were shut but his face revealed the lack of knowledge that was in his mind. Why couldn't he remember? Why couldn't he know were he was and who he was? All this questions have no answer to him but then determination was shown when his eyes lit open. He was going to figure out what was happening.

With a serious look on his face he decided that confusion can't always be an eternal emotion for him. He got of his boxers and threw them to a random place. He then step in the shower and began to wash all his desperate thoughts of confusion. He just wanted to wake up of this memorial nightmare… but he can't realize that he is awake in a mistaken dream.

After the relaxing shower he made his way to the wardrobe. Guess what… leather and leather everywhere. Not that he mind having just provocative clothes, it was just that sometimes a loose shirt wasn't a bad idea in a wardrobe. He then gave up bringing out a pair a black sleeveless shirt a leather pants. When he was done with putting on his leather stuff he gave a curios look on the cabinet of the night stand, opened and found lots of buckles and chains. He was surprise by the total of jewelry that was in but the idea of caring some of them would give the tri-colored hair boy a good-looking style. He put them on and reached the mirror. Well, he has to accept that the leather-chain wardrobe fit him perfectly. He then gave a faint smile to his reflection, bringing the ideas if his real identity was a type of club-hunter.

He then shook the ideas of and walked to the front door. He got little confuse, not knowing the house he was in but he found it at last. As he opened the door, a cold, relaxing and careless night breeze touched his face. His bangs made their way through the wind direction touching his delicate and soft chins. He soon remembered that on his large dream he felt that sensation but they where sweet hand not the wind. They were the hands of his haunting blue-eyes man. He ignoring any other idea of it, he took the keys that were on the little desk next to the door, close it and got in the black SUV that was in the garage.

He didn't know where he was going or why he was directing to nowhere…he just wanted to find out if his blue-eyed dream really exists.

"I'll find you… somehow." and with that he direct his way to the city.

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The sound of the music was pounding loudly: laughter could be hear and the club environment make everyone dance with their dates or lovers. Some of them were just drinking very moderate but other were now drunk dancers. A thin form made its way through the crowd to the bar. He just wanted a relaxing time with few drinks. He called the bar tender and ordered vodka in the rocks mixed with a 77 sunset strip (it was just for relaxing…right?).

He took few sips then turned his sight to the dancing crowd. It was then that he notice that all of it was real… the fun the excitement all of the people that was enjoying every moment with their friends or dates. They weren't alone…the have some one o lean on when they need it. His lips formed a sad and cold emotion; he had no one, he didn't know anyone, he was alone.

It was at this time that his crimson eyes met cold sapphire ones. The man was tall and had a very hot body. His hair was brown hiding just the middle of his eyes. He was in a black turtle neck shirt and leather pants. His features were so familiar…were so real.

At this time he recognize him, he knew who he was. The man with sharp features was the man that haunted his dream the man that have capture his heart just from dreaming…

Dreaming… or maybe more…

The turned away and went to the exit, leaving the other teen with a expressionless face. As if some one else was controlling his body he moved to where the stranger exit just a little moment ago. He then began to run, his thoughts were filled with happiness but he didn't know where he was going. He didn't saw the tall man anywhere but his feet were leading him to nowhere he knew…

It was dark, he couldn't see anything but his heart was just in the right way. He wasn't going to loose him, he wasn't going to let his tall CEO go away from him… he was going to make everything to find him. All of his steps sounded reach less…he wasn't anywhere to be found… he was going anywhere. His heart was pounding faster he can't run anymore, his eyes were shut, he couldn't believe it, he have just lost his secret dream love.

He tripped, his eyes always shut, he couldn't hide the sadness reflected on his face…but it was then that he felt strong arms caught his lithe body, not letting him to fall down in the concrete. His face touched a warm and muscular chest. At that second his eyes open he, didn't saw the man's face, he was seeing to nowhere in particular, his crimson eyes just showing again confusion.

"Are you all right? You caught me by surprise." The man said with a warm tone on his voice but still that warm couldn't hide the coldness of his soul.

He knew it… yami knew who the tall man was and all of a sudden his face met the attractive blue-eyed man. The voice and the familiar appearance of the CEO make yami's mind bring some of his forgotten memories. He knew it; he knew who the man was. His lips open, it seems like if he wanted to say something.

"…Seto…" was the only thing he was able to say.

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