A short new chapter b/c I really have no idea where this is going, all I know is that Yugi's memory does not come back for a good long time. Another thing: people keep asking me if this is going to be a romance ... I don't know. What do you think? Here's the vote: Should this be a romance between Yami and Yugi or not? You decide in reviews. Okay, now enjoy!

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No body had the courage to look Yugi in his confused eyes and tell him that his parents both hated him enough to abandon him. The amnesiac boy looked around, silently asking himself what he had done wrong. All he wanted to do was find out where his parents were, and these people would not tell him. "Did I say something wrong?" He finally asked. Atem looked over at Solomon, who had a sad look on his face.

"I'm sorry I have to be the one to tell you this … but your parents … abandoned you when you were very young." There was a giant stab in Yugi's heart as his heard this. How could his parents abandon him as a child? Why would they do that? Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at the old man for a long while.

"W-why did t-they … abandon me?" He asked. Solomon sighed again and moved closer to Yugi.

"I don't think you're strong enough to know the truth just yet. I will tell you one day, but not right now. You have been through too much already." Yugi bowed his head in shame. He felt so lost. He did not understand anything at this point. He knew these people were just trying to help him, but he was still a bit too scared to talk to them. Atem could feel the fear and confusion the boy held. He wanted to take Yugi's mind off of this depressing moment.

"Yugi, do you want a piece of cake? We ordered your favorite, white cake with white icing." Yugi shook his head. He really did not want to be around anyone right now. He had to think up an excuse to leave the room.

"I-I'm kinda tired now … I think I just wanna go to bed …" Atem sighed and nodded while everyone else had sad looks on their faces.

"Alright." Atem put his hand on Yugi's shoulder and guided him up the stairs. "I'll show you to your room and I want you to get plenty of rest, understood?" Yugi nodded his answer. As the two of them left, the rest of the gang found it hard to have a good time without their guest of honor.

"This sucks; at this rate, he'll never remember anything!" Joey said. Solomon sighed.

"Just give him time, Joey. Things will start to come back to him over time."

"This wouldn't have happened if we never went to that stupid tomb in the first place." Tristan added. Tea nudged him roughly in the arm.

"Hey, don't blame him! It's not his fault that this happened! Yugi wanted to help Atem any way he could!"

"Oh, so you're saying he did this to himself?"

"Well … no … but it's not Atem's fault either."

"It is no one's fault at all." Ishizu interrupted. She had a sad look on her face that made her look as if she were a thousand miles away. "This was an unexpected accident. We can blame no particular person for Yugi's current condition. What he needs right now is as much comfort as possible." She made perfect sense. Tristan and Tea apologized to each other. At this point, there was no point in having a party if the person it is thrown for did not want to be present, so everyone went their separate ways for the night. Joey had just enough guts to ask to take the cake home before he left. Sighing, Solomon gave him half of it.

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Up in Yugi's room, Atem had made Yugi change into his pajamas and brush his teeth before he climbed into bed. As Yugi started to lay on his bed, he thought that this was much more comfortable then the hospital bed. The mattress was so soft that he could sink into it. There were at least five blankets on the bed. Atem explained to Yugi that he would get cold very easily during the night, so they decided to keep a number of blankets on the little one's bed. Yugi pulled the blankets over his shoulders, snug as a bug in a rug. There was a small knock on the door, which opened without even waiting for an answer. Atem came in with a bottle of fresh spring water and a few pills in his hand.

"These are the medicines that the doctor prescribed for you." Yugi was very cautious as he took the pill out of Atem's hand and washed it down with the water.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome." Yugi began to lie back down as Atem put the water bottle down on the night stand.

"Comfortable?" Yugi nodded.

"Can I ask you something?" Atem sat down on the bed.

"Of course."

"On the way here, you said that you weren't related to me at all; so … why do you look like me?" Atem was prepared for this question. It was bound to pop up sooner or later.

"It is all very complicated to explain. You wouldn't understand if I told you, and if you did, you might become scared."

"So you're not gonna tell me?" Atem shook his head. He reached out to rub Yugi's cheek, the way he ways did when Yugi had a hard time getting to sleep, or just to comfort him, but this time, Yugi pulled away, clearly telling Atem that he did not want to be touched.

"Just remember one thing: I do not look like you; you look like me. It's sort of a 'first come first serve' kind of deal." Yugi gave him a confused look.

"What?" Atem chuckled.

"Never mind; just get some rest. We'll talk more tomorrow."

"Okay."

"Did you want me to tuck you in?" Yugi cocked his head.

"Uh … do I usually let you tuck me in?" Atem shrugged.

"Sometimes."

"Then I guess you can if you want to." That was not the answer Atem wanted. If Yugi did not want to be touched, then the resurrected Pharaoh would not burden him with close contact.

"I think you're good to go. Good night."

"Night." As Atem left and closed the door, Yugi lay on his back, seeing that the ceiling to his room was a skylight. He gazed at how beautiful the night sky was when it shined with so many twinkling stars. Everything that had happened that day had finally come crashing down on him. He began to sob softly to himself. He hated this feeling of confusion. He wanted to go home … but everyone kept saying that he was home. How can he feel safe here if it does not feel like a real home? "I wanna go home … someone please help me …" He cried for about forty-five minutes, never knowing that on the other side of the door, his older look-alike had been listening to his small charge cry.

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That night, Atem could not sleep. Just thinking about the confused boy in the next room made him shed his own tears. The situation was bad enough, but what really hurt Atem on the inside was the fact that there was nothing he could do for Yugi … nothing except be there for him. The ancient one rolled onto his side. He wished Yugi would be more comfortable around him. He and Yugi had been so close before this all started, that neither of them ever thought that it was a little too close for two friends to be. Granted, they did share a body, but now that they did not, and with Yugi's current state, it was just so strange to Atem; strange in the fact that he could not touch Yugi the way he used to. Atem always rubbed Yugi's cheek when he needed comforting in the past, ever since the puzzle was solved, and before Yugi even knew of his dark's existence, Atem would always rub Yugi's cheek in order to calm him down. In a way, it sort of calmed him down as well. But now even that was taken away from him.

Deciding that he was never going to get any sleep this way, Atem got up and went downstairs to get a glass of water. When he got half way down the stairs, he noticed that the living room light was on. Being the suspicious person that he was, he decided to take a look. He found Yugi sitting on the sofa with a few photo albums on the coffee table and in his lap. The boy sniffled a bit, the kind of sniffle that comes with crying. A lump formed in Atem's throat as he walked around and sat down next to his light.

"What are you doing up so late?" Yugi shrugged.

"Couldn't sleep." Atem expected that simple answer. "I guess you couldn't either." That he was not expecting.

"How did you know?"

"Because you're up." He flipped a page in the album. Atem leaned over to see the pictures, careful not to get too close to the easily frightened boy. He chuckled a bit, seeing Yugi's baby pictures. They were so adorable. Even as an infant, Yugi's hair showed to be growing in the way it stood this day. "Is that me or you?" Atem sighed.

"That is you. I did not meet you until you were older." Yugi finally looked up at the darker one.

"Now will you tell me why we look so alike?" Atem sighed. Yugi was just not going to let that go until he received some answers.

"Well … I don't know how to explain it without freaking you out."

"Why would it freak me out?" Atem bit his lip.

"Because … the reason we look alike … is because we're … really the same person." Yugi cocked his head.

"What?" Atem groaned and rubbed his forehead with his hand.

"I've told you too much already ..." Yugi could see that he was not going to get anymore then what he received, so he returned to looking at the pictures. He saw pictures of himself having fun and running around as a child in his grandfather's yard.

"I wish I could remember this … any of it would be nice …"

"I know …" Absentmindedly, Yugi leaned his head on Atem's shoulder as he continued to look in the album. Atem raised a brow. First the kid did not want any contact at all, now he was resting his head on Atem's shoulder … he needed to make up his mind!

"Um … Little One …" Yugi did not answer, "Little One …" Still no answer. Finally, Atem shook his shoulder to get Yugi's attention, "Hey, you awake?"

"You were talking to me?"

"Yes."

"I thought my name was Yugi."

"Well it is … but I always call you 'Little One'." Yugi closed the album with a slam, signaling that he was a little offended for some unexplained reason.

"Hey, is that a crack about my short height!" Atem blinked in surprise at Yugi's mood swings.

"N-No … Of course not. I call you that because you mean a lot to me. You never thought of it as an insult before. I won't call you that if you don't want me to, Lit— I mean Yugi." Yugi's anger quickly faded, leaving a sense of guilt behind in its place. Atem looked so sad and … hurt.

"No, I'm sorry … I shouldn't jump to conclusions like that." Atem smiled.

"It's fine." Yugi smiled and turned to the photo album he had.

"Do you remember any of these pictures?" Atem took the book and looked through it. He came upon some of the pictures that were taken of Yugi and his friends.

"Yes, I remember when these were taken. This is a picture of you and your friends Joey, Tristan and Tea on your thirteenth birthday, going to the amusement park." Yugi looked at it and giggled. It looked like they were having a really nice time. Suddenly, Yugi found something smudgy on the photo. He took it out and looked at it carefully. He tried to rub it away, but when he looked at it closely, he could just barely make out a face … a face that kind of looked like … Yugi slowly turned his head to look at the person sitting next to him. His eyes were filled with shock. Atem gave him a confused look, not knowing why he was suddenly scared. "Yugi?" He looked at the picture Yugi was holding and gasped when he found out that Yugi had seen him in his ghostly form. Yugi dropped the picture and defensively stood up. "Now Yugi, I can explain …"

"W-who are you? Really!" Atem could see the plain terror on the boy's face.

"I am who I told you I was … I just did not tell you how we met …"

"Y-You're a … a g-ghost!" Atem was speechless. Because of this, Yugi knew it was true. "Oh my God …"

"Now Yugi … calm down … I'll tell you what you want to know, but you must calm down."

"Calm down? CALM DOWN!" Atem shushed him, afraid that Solomon would wake up any second. "How can I calm down when I have a real ghost haunting me!"

"Wait, just listen ---"

"No, I ---" And before Atem could say anything more, Yugi had lost consciousness and fell to the ground with a loud thump. Atem watched him faint and one thought ran through his mind.

"… Oh crap …"

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