Author notes: Sorry I took so long to update. I've been really busy. But I hope you guys like this chapter. Sorry if it is kind of short, and for any spelling and grammer mistakes. Please review! Enjoy the chapter!

Disclamier: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.

Bakura walked slowly in the snow, with Ryou floating beside him.

"What did you remember?" Bakura asked, with a tone of sadness.

"I-I remembered my mother…" Ryou slowly replied. "Seeing the flames on the shed reminded me of her."

"How did they remind you of her?"

"They reminded me of how she died…" Ryou said back with deep sorrow in his voice.

"Oh…" Bakura replied back thinking of his own mother. She had long white hair like him, with his deep chocolate eyes, he was always told he looked just like his mother. She was a sweet, gentle, woman, and knew how to make Bakura and his father smile. Bakura looked down at his scarf and was overcome with memories.

"Mom! Mommy! I home!" Bakura shouted as he entered the house, his little legs running as fast as he could.

"So how was your first day at school?" A young woman with long white hair asked smiling.

"It was great! I made a picture for you!" Bakura handed her a piece of paper grinning.

"What is it?" She asked trying to make out the scribbles, and stick figures.

"It's you, me, and daddy silly." Bakura said laughing.

"Oh it's beautiful!" His mother said back. "This is going straight on the fridge!"

"You like it?" Bakura asked shyly.

"Like it? I love it!" She beamed. "I'm glad we have an artist in the family." Then suddenly she started coughing uncontrollably.

"M-mommy, are you okay?" Bakura asked kind of scared.

"Y-yes, I'm fine dear…" She managed to choke out when the coughing finally stopped.

"Don't worry mommy, I'll take care of you."

"That's my little man, Bakura." She smiled as she hugged him.

The season started to change soon, and unknown to Bakura his mother started to get worse, not better like she had been saying.

The wind started to get cold, and the leafs were different colors, and blew in the breeze. He remembered hunting for leafs with his mother.

"Mom, hey mommy!" Bakura shouted running over to her. "Is this a good leaf? Is it?"

"Oh yes Bakura, that is a beautiful leaf. Good job." She smiled down at him. Bakura always loved to make his mother smile.

Then winter came. The weather turned very cold, and snow piled up on the ground. His mother was worse then ever but wouldn't show it. It was Christmas day and he was opening his last present. Instead of saying Form: Santa, like all the others this one said From: Mom. Bakura quickly opened it to find a long red scarf.

"I made it just for you." His mother said smiling at him. "It's going to keep you warm through all the winters. Because it's warm and snuggle just like a hug." His mother picked him up and gave him a big hug. That was one of the last times he ever saw her smiling.

Christmas came and passed, but nothing changed about his mother's condition. It got so bad that she became bedridden. She never seemed to wake up, and when she did she never smiled.

It was some time in January. Bakura had just gotten home from school. He couldn't wait to tell his mother about his day. Even though she was almost always asleep, he felt like she was listening, and that his talking always made her a bit happy. He started running to the front door.

"Mom, mommy." He called. He then realized that there was a strange car in the driveway. One he had never seen before. It was big, black, and long. He opened the door to find his dad siting at the table his head in his hands.

"Daddy, what's wrong?" He asked. His father looked up, his eyes tear stained.

"N-nothing little guy. So how was school?"

"Is mommy okay?" Bakura asked sensing something was wrong.

"Mommy is gone…Bakura…" His father said back looking down.

"Where did she go?" He asked. "Is she coming back?"

"No, She's not coming back." Tears slid down his father's face. "She's gone Bakura."

"Gone where?!" Bakura shouted back. "Where did she go?!"

"Just gone Bakura!" His father shouted back at him. "She's dead."

"D-Dead…" Bakura said the words slowly. Then raced into his mothers room. He found a couple of men examining her saying strange things like:

"The poor dear never had a chance…"

"She suffered a long time.

"I hope she is at peace now."

Bakura pushed past them and touched his mother's hand. It was cold, and lifeless. He looked at her face, she appeared to be sleeping. She must be sleeping he thought.

"Mommy, please wake up." He called out to her. "You can't be dead, you can't leave me and daddy. Please wake up." But he got no response. His mother stayed stiff as stone, her face unmoving. Tears began to well up in Bakura's eyes.

"Mommy come back!" He screamed. "Don't leave! Mommy come back!" He felt a sudden force on his should, it was his dad's hand.

"Come on son, lets go."

"We can't go!" Bakura shouted back. "We can't leave mommy!" Bakura's father grabbed his arm and forced him out of the room. He placed his big blue coat around him, put him in their car and drove off. That was the last time he ever saw his mother.

"Bakura we're almost there." Ryou said breaking Bakura from his painful thoughts.

"S-So you remembered your mother?" Bakura asked trying to shake his sadness. Ryou just nodded.

"H-How did she die?" Bakura asked curious.

"S-She died in a fire…" Ryou replied back looking down. "Along with Amane."

"Amane?" Bakura asked unsure of the name.

"She was my little sister. The one in the picture." Ryou replied.

"When did they die?" Bakura asked trying to find out more.

"I think when I was about seven or eight…" Ryou replied back. "That would have made Amane five or six when she died…"

"What were they like?" Bakura continued asking questions.

"Amane was a sweet, little girl. She loved to play and giggled a lot. But She was also sort of a crybaby. And my mother, well she had long, white, hair much like my own. But she had soft blue eyes. A lot of people use to say that Amane and me were the splitting image of her. She was very kind, smart, and loved us dearly."

"Wow, she sounds like a great mother." Bakura said back.

"She was…" Ryou said looking down. Suddenly Ryou's house came into view.

"Why are we coming here?" Bakura asked.

"You remember the locked door?" Ryou asked back.

"Yeah."

"I think something important to my past is in there." Ryou said his eyes filled with hope. "If we can get in there I'm sure I will remember something else."

"But how are we going to get in?"

"We'll just float in." Ryou responded back.

"But what about you're dad, he might see us trying to break in?" Bakura asked kind of scared.

"Don't worry about it," Ryou said not wanting to back down. "Now give me your hand." Bakura gave Ryou his hand, his body felt icy cold once again. They floated up in the air and headed straight for Ryou's house.

They floated through the house, and found themselves in the hallway. Ryou let go of Bakura's hand, letting his body return to normal. The two of them headed towards the locked door.

"Try floating through it." Bakura suggested. Ryou slowly floated to the door, but as soon as he got close to it, he was repelled back.

"No good. I can't get through…" Ryou said sighing.

"Looks like we will just have to mess with the lock." Bakura said shrugging. He started fiddling with the doorknob, jerking it every which way. He stopped and turned his gaze to the floor, looking for anything to pick the lock with. He saw a small paper clip. He picked it up and began working back on the lock.

They were so busy concentrating on the lock that they didn't hear footsteps come near them. After a while Bakura heard a loud click.

"Yes! We're in!" He said happily. But it was short lived.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" A man shouted at him. Bakura turned around to see that he was face to face with Ryou's dad.

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