I know I know, it is short. But I wanted to get SOMETHING out, so you know the story didn't die again. Thank you all for the reviews on the last chapter by the way. I always love reading them. Anyways, an update for CCII will come probably before the next chapter for this story. I might end up doing one story chapter at a time. So, after the update for CCII, expect one for this story. Ciao!

Chapter 5

As it turned out, I was true to my word. I did visit Jou, and I visited him the next day. Of course, I didn't actually tell him anything he didn't know already. I assumed that too much at once would fry his brain. But I did try to make him remember who I was.

"Seto right?"

"Yea Jou, that's me. It is good you remember my name."

"Aren't we going to be living together?"

"For a bit, yea. You know, you used to live with me before the accident."

"I think Yuugi told me that. He said you live in a big house."

I smiled, "Yea, it's pretty big. I have a lot of your stuff there now."

"When can I leave?"

I had asked the nurse when I came in, when this would be. I mean, Jou was in a coma for the longest time, of course I didn't expect him to be waltzing out in two days. She had told me a week, to a week and a half. Sounded good.

"About a week."

"How many days is that?"

I sighed, "That's seven Jou."

"Seven, right.

"Do you remember anything? From before the accident?"

"Not really. Well I remember some stuff. I don't even remember the accident to tell you the truth. But I remember a man, I was afraid of him, I don't know who he was though. I remember a small boy with dark hair. There was a house on the beach once, I remember sitting on the porch and drinking juice. I could hear the waves."

"You and I, we took a vacation there. Two summers ago, that's when we went."

"Oh, ok then, I remember bits and pieces of that. I suppose we had a good time."

I thought back to that day. The cottage was on the west coast, on a small lake that fed into the ocean. One of my business partners, who was grateful for something I had done for them, gave me the keys, and told me to take a break. Without a second though, I had packed, and the three of us had taken a plane over there. It was nice to get away, and we had such a good time. It made sense for Jou to remember that. However, he didn't remember me, and I was there with him.

"Do you remember who went with you?"

"Yea," he thought for a moment, "That kid with the dark hair was there. I remember him playing in the waves."

"That is my younger brother, Mokuba. You remember him?"

"I remember that name. I remember him saying good-bye to me. I think he was crying."

The day I had left the hospital, Mokuba had gone to say good-bye to Jou. But that was only days after the accident. Did Jou remember everything everyone had said? "What else do you remember?"

He spent a moment in thought again, "I remember a bunch of bright lights, going off at once. They were in the sky. That kid, Mokuba, I remember him saying 'this is the start of a new year Jou; I know it will be awesome.' But everywhere, there were those lights, making noise, and brilliant pictures in the sky."

New Year's Eve. I had a little shin-dig at my house, for my employees, Jou's friends, and of course, us. We had a bit too much to drink, but it was a good night. After, everyone had left, we had fallen asleep outside on the blanket, and had woken up to see the sunrise.

"That was New Years Eve; we spent that at my house."

"Your name, Yuugi mentioned it."

"Me? He was talking about me?"

He nodded, "Yea, he said 'Seto just needs to find himself Jou, but he would never forget about you. He loved you, but he would never tell anyone but you that.'"

I swallowed. Yuugi had said that to Jou? And Jou still didn't remember who I was?

"I thought he was kidding of course. I didn't remember a Seto after awhile. He kept mentioning your name, but I had no idea who you were, or why Yuugi was saying these things. It just made no sense to me."

What the fuck was I supposed to say to that? 'Oh yea, I was too wrapped up in everything else I was doing, which was nothing, to talk to you, Sorry about that.'

"If you knew me, why didn't you visit me?"

I was looking at my hands now. I didn't care to look him in the eyes. Should I tell him the truth? Would that mean anything to him? Would he understand it?

"I…" Now that I was faced with this question, I didn't know how I was supposed to answer it. Every excuse I had would be followed by a better reason as to why it didn't make sense. Could I admit to myself, that it was because I was too selfish? Too self-absorbed? Too stupid? "I don't know." And it was true, I didn't know right now.

"Oh, alright then."

There was a moment of silence, where we were wrapped in our own thoughts. A nurse walked in.

"Visiting hours are over in five minutes."

I nodded ok, and got up to leave.

"Wait, Seto."

Jou was pulling on my sleeve.

"Come back tomorrow, please?"

"Why?" I blurted out, wishing I hadn't.

"Because, I want to remember who you are."

"Oh…kay…" He didn't say anything more, but looked out the window, snuggling under his covers, ready for a nap. I said good-bye, and headed out the hospital doors.

"How did it go?" I looked up to see Mokuba staring at me.

"It went ok. He doesn't remember stuff. He remembered you though."

"Really?" He thought about this for a moment. It probably interested him to know he was remembered. I didn't remind him that Jou still didn't remember me though.

"Yea, I am going to bed."

Mokuba looked at his watch, "It is only nine?"

"I know, I am tired though. I didn't sleep last night."

I think my brother knew why, "Alright Seto, I'll keep everything quiet then."

"Thanks." I headed up the stairs to my room.

Everything looked the same. I realized this as I walked in. I had never changed this room. Ever since my Step-Father died, it still held the same furniture, in the same positions. The bed hangings were the same colour. The only thing that had changed, were the sheets I slept on, and that was only because I wouldn't dare sleep on the same filth as he had.

The room felt cold and lonely suddenly. How many nights had I spent with guys I did not know the name of? And it only occurred to me now, that nothing had filled the gap that Jou had created. Well, not just now, I knew that it was always there. But it just hit me with its full force now. And he didn't even remember my name.

Because, I want to remember who you are.

Well, it was a start.

A/N: I know that my spelling has not always been top shape, but there are some words I spell right, but some of you THINK, I have spelled them wrong. For example : Colour. Americans ( and Word) spell it color, but I assure you, this is a proper way to spell it. It is the Canadian way if you will. Flavour, neighbour, programme etc. Are other words that aren't American, so when you see any of these, just think of your Canadian Mistress, and know that they are correct