Authoress Notes: Considering the huge amount of time between when this was published, and now, I dub it crazy for me to update now. Two years? Sheesh. Figured people would have forgotten. Oh well. In any case, please enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own YGO. However, the OC's belong to me.

Pairings: AnzuxAtem or YugixAnzu.

Plot/Summary: (AU) A memory is something you recall. A figment of your past stored away in the depths of your subconscious. But what if your memories were corrupted, and not by your own accord?

Corrupted Memories

By: xKuroSeraphimx

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My fears…

My lies…

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"… and the stocks for my products have been going well. I just need to distribute them—Hey, are you even listening?" snapped the CEO of Kaiba Corp., Seto Kaiba.

From his end of the rectangle-shaped, mahogany desk, the tri-haired young man known as Mutou Atem sent a defiant glare towards Seto before nodding. Seto narrowed his cobalt blue eyes in suspicion before moving towards his presentation once again.

Atem's angled, crimson eyes were barely seeing anything of the CEO's display, or the other dull and boring suits sitting around him. His thoughts were steadily going back to the blue-eyed woman he had met earlier, and the shocking revelation he was hit with…

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Who am I…?

The words echoed in his head, as time seemed to have gone still. In his mind, something was screaming that this wasn't real, that he was going delusional. Right, maybe that was it. He had finally found the woman he searched for after ten agonizing years. This… couldn't be real, could it?

No. Her face and eyes held that questioning gaze as to who he was. Reality was shining a cruel smirk on his face…

And Yugi…

The horrible thoughts were soon swept away at the name. His hands had unconsciously balled into tight fists, his nails biting into his palm.

Yugi.

He must have had something to do with this!

Soon, rage and hatred welled within his chest, threatening to burst through the surface and wreak havoc on anyone near. Briefly, his mind focused on Anzu. No, he could never hurt her. Never her.

But his idiot of a brother had some explaining to do. And more.

Suddenly, a warm, delicate hand was placed upon his cheek, and he blinked, all negative thoughts leaving him in that fleeting instant. Atem stared down at Anzu, that puzzled gaze turned to a look of concern, her blue eyes shining.

"Are you all right, sir? You suddenly grew quiet… And your face feels a little warm…" She murmured quietly.

Wouldn't you want to know why my face is warm… His mind joked lightly, despite the situation between him and her, causing a small smile on his face to appear. Slowly, he raised his own hand and placed it over hers, content to just feel her soft skin on him again. Ten years without this…

Anzu had the audacity to blush at the contact, but thankfully, to him, didn't pull away. After a while, she began to realize how their position would look like to others, and slowly, but hesitantly, excused her hand from his cheek, causing Atem to drop his hand to his side. He briefly had the urge to snatch her hand and never let go.

"So, umm…" The brunette scratched her head sheepishly. "You haven't exactly answered my question…"

Atem blinked again before his mind reeled over several thoughts. Obviously, she had amnesia, but whatever the cause or when she gained it was unknown to him.

Pick up the pieces and start anew… He frowned, but the prospect of that idea didn't sound so bad. Who knows? If he spent more time with her, the old flame between them could be rekindled, even if the flame was blowing in a different direction. Meanwhile, he could deal with his brother and make sure he never again touched what was his.

But something inside told him that Anzu wouldn't like that in the least. He'd have to get around that. Yet, if it was Anzu's desire to keep him alive, then…

"Forgive me," Atem murmured apologetically, bowing his head slightly, "My name is Atem," he didn't bother to give his last name, "I am sorry if I startled you. You don't remember me? I was a very old friend…" More than friends, actually…

"Oh! An old friend? I'm terribly sorry for not remembering you," His hand had somehow found its way in hers as they shook, "Atem, is it? Sorry, the name doesn't ring any bells. But your face… You really look like a dear friend of mine. Are you two related? His name is—"

"Whomever that could be, we're not," Atem interjected, putting much effort in having his voice sound pleasant, "I… no longer have any siblings. No brothers, nor sisters. I live alone, or with some friends. So, what is your friend's name?"

Anzu nodded, "His name is Yugi. You two look a lot alike. I'm surprised you're not related at all…" She shook her head, "Anyway, I have to go. Work. I… could meet with you some other time? Catch up, maybe?"

He also nodded in response, hiding a wicked smirk under a beguiling smile. "Will do. I'm sure we'll meet again somehow. Domino's not that big."

She smiled that calm, beautiful smile. "Well… See you soon, Atem."

"And you, little angel… Very soon…"

You're not winning this, Yugi.

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"… you're not paying attention again, Atem!"

Atem jerked his head forward at Seto's snap. He looked around the room, and the small sneers and indifferent stares from the rest of the suits in the room. He snarled viciously at them, and they immediately averted their eyes.

"Sorry, Seto," Atem grumbled, straightening himself in his leather chair.

Seto let out and exasperated sigh before dismissing the meeting and everyone filed out. However, Atem stayed, standing near the windows and gazing at the scenery outside. A grunt was heard beside him before Atem turned to see Seto carry to mugs of coffee and wordlessly hand one to him.

"I should deduct your paycheck for wandering around in Dreamland," the CEO muttered, taking a sip of the black beverage.

Atem smiled slightly before too put the edge of the cup to his lips. "Just… something on my mind." Was all that he said.

"Something always is," Seto retorted, staring down at him with annoyance, "It must be that woman. You only get distracted if it's concerning her. Well? Have you found anything yet?"

At this, Atem relayed the encounter he had with Anzu earlier. Once he was done, Seto was thoughtfully swirling the contents of his cup around before he took another long sip.

"… So? What are you going to do about it? I'm honestly getting tired of you bellyaching over her. Ten years… Hmph! There are plenty of other women besides her." The male brunette snorted.

Atem fixed him with a glare. "We've had this conversation before, and I don't want to repeat it again. As for what I'm going to do about it, I… could make things up with her. Her amnesia is a slight deterrent, but I don't give up that easily, you should know that."

Seto rolled his eyes, a silent confirmation that he knew. "And? What about your brother? From what I remember, he ran off with her."

Atem's expression grew hard and hostile as a cold, brutal smile carved itself onto his lips.

"As long as he doesn't bother me, I won't bother him. Once I finally have Anzu back, it'll be her decision if I leave the idiot alive."

Seto stared at him with a wary expression. "You're keeping him alive? And here I thought you'd give him something to sweat over…"

The smile widened an inch or two.

"I never said I was going to leave him in one piece…"

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Indigo black eyes, hidden beneath ebony sunglasses, stared at the monitor of his sleek, black laptop as he scrolled down the web page. He flickered his attention to the time on the lower right-hand corner of the screen before he yawned, covering his mouth, just as a waitress walked up to him.

"Good morning, sir. May I take your order?"

Mikagami Hikaru turned his head to a young, blue-eyed brunette standing near his table, a small, amiable smile on her delicate face. His eyes widened beneath his spectacles, but he didn't let his apparent shock be visible on his stoic face.

Clearing his throat, he spoke, "Yes, please, can I get a cup of black coffee and a cinnamon roll?"

Anzu wrote down his order quickly, "Anything else?"

"No, thank you very much."

The brunette couldn't help but slightly swoon at this albino's rich, cultured, and smooth voice that fit well with his taut and sculptured face. Anzu shook her head and mentally slapped herself for the way her mind was going and nodded before walking away with unnecessary speed.

Once she was at the counter, one of her female co-workers nudged her in the ribs and winked at her. "You lucky gal," She stated amusingly.

"Huh?" Anzu asked lamely.

"Oh, don't play dumb. You must have made an impression on that handsome fellow over there. He's still staring at you!"

Anzu looked over her shoulder and found that the woman was right. The ivory-haired man was still staring at her. With his glasses hiding his eyes, it sort of sent an odd vibe through her spine. The sapphire-eyed woman soon noticed other female co-workers slightly distracted from their work, murmuring this and that about the man sitting alone in his booth.

What's up with men and they're staring? It's kind of rude… And getting a little annoying…

As if reading her thoughts, the albino flickered his attention back to his laptop and began surveying the page. Anzu resisted the urge to let out a relieved sigh and focusing her attention back on her work.

I'm just getting paranoid, right?

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Once he was done with his meal, Hikaru stood up from his seat, placed the money he was charged for on the table and began to fold his laptop. His slightly bent posture caused his long hair to fall over his shoulder, and he vaguely heard several women sigh. Over what, he could guess, he really didn't want to know.

After he had his computer neatly folded in his black suitcase, Hikaru straightened himself and walked towards the entrance. Once there, he stopped and glanced at Anzu, who was busy taking another order, but somehow sensed his gaze and looked back at him for a brief moment.

He turned away and pushed through the door, the bell above signaling his exit. As he walked, Hikaru flipped his cell phone and with a deft hand, dialed and address and waited.

"… Hello?"

"Hey, it's me." Hikaru stopped at a crosswalk, the noise on the streets buzzing around him like bees.

"What is it? It better be good…"

"It is, you know I wouldn't waste your valuable time."

"And?"

"I… found her."

There was a long pause on the other end as the light flashed green and Hikaru started walking.

"… Are you sure it's her?

"No mistake. Even after ten years, she still looks the same. But she doesn't recognize me. Something must have happened."

"… Amnesia?"

"That's what I thought." Hikaru paused, "Well? What would you have me do?"

"… Investigate for now. That's one of the many things you're good at."

Hikaru snorted. "But that does not mean I like it." He replied, "Anything else?"

"For the time being, try to get close to her. If you sense Atem or Yugi, get around them. After all… they were the reasons I lost her. I want her back, Hikaru, I want my damn sister back."

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So that's the end of that chapter. If you liked it, please review. And since her birthday is coming, this is for you, CeruleanSan! Happy early birthday!