Hello people! Been forever and a day since I last worte here, huh? Well working on multiple stories on a tight work schedule will do that. Anyways I've made this a nice long one for you with a nice surprise at the end. Have fun! Disclaimer: I own nothing!

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To say the rest of the evening was spent peacefully would have been an outright lie. Yami hadn't gone back to sleep again. Not after the attack. But strangely enough it wasn't the adrennaline rush or the sense of danger that kept him up. And as to who attacked him, well that was a mind-boggling mystery in itself. More than anything else it was the dream he remembered sharing that kept his mind going. He had thought from the start that he had been talking to some part of his conscience ( If one could believe he actually had one of those.) But now he wasn't so sure. The him-who-wasn't-him-but-said-it-was had called himself Atemu. Now why would he do that? Was it these people? Did their constant insistence somehow seep in to his brain and now he was calling even himself this " Atemu" person? Or was it something...more? And the last of the dream. Being tied down, the blade working it's way in to his skin biting and piercing him as both of them screamed in pain. Then to wake up with the gash in his arm. How the hell had that happened? Was it just coincidence?

He had been hurt. Atemu had been hurt. His head was about to expolode. Atemu said he was him, but he was Yami. Who the hell was he supposed to be? Never Atemu. Not this person everyone kept saying he was. He knew who he was. He had a life. It can't have been a lie. As for Atemu...he'd seen the picture of the guy as a kid. In the photo they looked so much alike at that age it was almost freakish. He could understand why some people might say he was Atemu. But he wasn't. Hell he couldn't even pass himself off as the man. As that last thought crossed his mind Yami looked up from his lap and stared at the mirror in front of him. He was sitting in the wheelchair again, dressed in a white form-fitting t-shirt and a pair of black shorts that stopped just above the knee. He was in some kind of exerscise room with the wall he was facing completely dominated by a mirror. Looking back at himself he was reminded of his dreams, of the times he had talked with Atemu. Could he be him?

" I am Atemu Sennen." He stated. He looked at his reflection blankly. Then a smile snapped itself on to his face and he began speaking again in a flase, cheery voice. Parroting the small things he had been " Reminded" of by his " Parents." Right. " Hello. My name is Atemu Sennen. I enjoy long walks on the beach, playing the piano, going to school and making new friends. I am an all-around good guy and I have never done drugs. Nor been in a crackhouse or taken part in any illegal activity. I have never sold my body to perverted old hags or America's most wanted for money because I am perfect!" His smile slipped completely from his face and he sighed heavily. That wasn't fair. It wasn't Atemu's fault he was perfect. It was just the hand he'd been dealt. Mocking him ( Yes, he admit it ) was an insult to the other. An unfair one just because he was frusterated. ' Sorry. I shouldn't have done that.' Yami rested his head wearily in his hand and shut his eyes. For no apparent reason he felt...comforted. Somehow...he didn't know how, he could almost swear Atemu had heard him. The opening of the door brought him back and he opened his eyes to stare at the friendly-looking doctor behind him through the mirror. In his grasp was-

" Good morning. Say hello to your new state-of-the-art limbs!" Yami arched a skeptical brow. The man set to work attaching some weird metal something, like a cap for his stump to what remained of his arm. Then he fiddled with this, wired in that...truthfully Yami wasn't all that interested. Only the bite of several small needles going in to his stump had piqued any interest. Rather than watch he glared at the mirror wall at his own reflection. Prostetics. He was being reduced to becoming a mannequined freak now? He felt the same process being done to his leg and again he didn't bother watching. God, who was going to pay for him now? What with these...things on him? A tap on the shoulder. He was going to have to face them sooner or later. Bracing himself he looked back at the kind doctor...then at his limbs. Oh, God. It was worse. He wasn't a mannequin, he had become the freaking Terminator. His leg from the knee down was all metal. Almost like something you'd see on knight's armor. His foot however was skeletal in appearance. He could see multiple wires and metal tubes running almost like veins through his new foot.

His arm was just as bad. Again from mid-arm to wrist it was a metal armored sheath like his leg. But his hand was all small pipes and wires and gears. " Now I know you may not understand the exact workings of the machinery to your skin, so I'll explain it to you simply. Basically your body is still sending out signals to your detached limbs. I've hooked up your new apendages to the nerve endings of your body so that the signals may be interpited by your new limbs. Your hand, leg and foot all combined have fifteen seperate motors working inside them to create very life-like and exact motions." Yami flexed his metal hand expirimentally and watched in morbid fascination as his metal limb responded exactly as he would have wanted his original hand to. Yami was glad that he had working limbs again, but still...

" It's...creepy." The doctor laughed good-naturedly and shook his head.

" No, it's not creepy. It's beautiful. Once wer're sure everything's working the way it's supposed to we'll fit these over them." He turned to the table behind him then looked back to Yami and picked up a thick flesh colored rubber glove. He wasn't an idiot. He knew people couldn't get this stuff off the street. Top notch, high tech stuff like this would cost at least two years rent in his apartment. What these people were doing for him was very generous. At least he could use his hand and leg again. He didn't want to come off as ungrateful. But still, that didn't mean he was one hundred percent happy. His eyebrows rose and a disbelieving smile pulled at his lips as he looked at his new arm's " Disguise."

"...Great." The testing began and Yami complied with every request the man made. Flex the wrist, tap each finger with the thumb, move the wrist up and down, turn wrist left, right, pick up the pen out of his jacket pocket. Tap his foot, flex the toes, flex the ankle, rotate the ankle. And as promised the rubber gloves were fitted on to his limbs exactly so that the terminator metal was well hidden from view. It was very form-fitting. He compared his hands and they were the exact same size. So were his feet. It wasn't the exact pale complexion as his skin, and you could tell the limbs were fake from a mile away. But it was an improvement. With the doctor's help he stood up from his chair...and the man had to catch him from falling on his face. It was so weird. His balance was off, and the sensation was like nothing he'd ever felt before. It was like his lower leg had been numbed, and feeling his way on the floor just by the weight of his leg from knee to floor was beyond bizzare. Together they hobbled to a black track lined with metal bars.

" Grab on to these and use them to help you find balance." Yami complied and took each bar in hand and pulled himself in to a standing position, looking at his fake hand with caution as he did so. He couldn't feel anything, but he could see that his hand was indeed gripping the bar. Weird. " Now don't try to walk just yet. Take your time and find your center." The doctor instructed. Yami nodded and looked down at his legs. He shifted from one foot to the other calculating in his head. He flexed his metal foot, then set it down. Swayed on the balls of his feet slowly. He found the longer he stood, the more he moved it the more used to the feeling in his new leg he became. Feeing adventurous he slowly stepped forward with his normal leg...then with his other. " That's it, kid. Nice and easy." Yami moved himself down the bar and slowly stepped forward again. It was both irritating and gratifying. Gratifying that he could walk again. Irritating that he had to walk at a snail's pace to keep from falling. They kept at this for the next hour.

With the kind doctor walking beside him Yami walked up and down the bar many times. With each new trek along the track he began to feel that much more comfortable with his leg, more trusting of the metal hand guiding him to the point where he barely glanced at it. By the time the hour was up he could walk at an almost normal pace, and supporting himself with the lightest of touches on the bar. " Wonderful. See Yami? You'll be on the dance floor again in no time." Yami turned to the man and for the first time that day smiled genuinely. He knew this guy must have been told about him and his so-called condition. Even so it was nice to hear him say his name. His real name.

" Thank you."

" For what?"

" For calling me Yami."

The physical therapy continued on for the next five days. By then Yami no longer needed the bar and he could walk all on his own. With the hospital's ok Yami had been released from their care. But then came a moment he really didn't wish for. Kira and Aknamkannon told him he was going home with them. " No, it's okay I have an apartment in the city. I don't need you guys to watch me anymore." Kira and Aknam shared a quick glance before she stepped up to him and placed a hand on his arm.

" But Sweethear... I mean, Yami. You really should come back home with us. The police will be there watching the house so it's the safest place to be. A-And you need to be at home where things are familiar." Yami shrugged her hand away and stubbornly crossed his arms.

" I've never been to your house." Kira took back her hand and Aknam Sennen stepped forward.

" Yami, please. We want you home with us." Yami rolled his eyes. " At least until the man who did this to you is caught." He added hastily. Yami looked back at the couple. " By that time if you still want to leave... well then that's your descision. Please." Yami sighed and mulled it over. Okay, so they did have a point. He did need a safe place to crash until this whole thing was over with. And maybe...by staying he could convince them he was not nor had he ever been their son. And then tell them...what? Then a cold feeling seeped it's way through to his very bones as the sudden thought came to him. ' I'm not their son. And if he was caught by this hacker nut then that means... He's still out there somewhere. While they're playing pretend with me their son is-!' But no one would believe him. He'd lost count of how many times he had tried to tell them-everyone he wasn't Atemu. His name was Yami Kujaku. Maybe by going back with them he could prove it. He had to. And God he was such an idiot! Why hadn't he thought of this sooner?! He had to help Atemu. He just did. If he could prove he wasn't Atemu, then he could prove he wasn't crazy.

" Okay. I'll go with you."

The trip back was a long one. Yami had watched the scenery pass by his window with no other conscious thought than of Atemu. He wasn't him. How could everyone keep insisting he was? Moreso, how messed-up would someone have to be to have D.I.D? ( Disassociative Identity Disorder. Yes he was aware that this was his " Mental status" now.) He knew he was a little screwed-up. But he was not weak. His mind was stronger than that. His whole life, his job as a stripper, the nights of slow tourture, his old drug addicton, his mother, her illness... her suicide. The best of his memories as a child, the worst of them all ever since. How could all of that be a lie? The car pulled up the driveway and Yami tore his gaze from the window to look up at the house. It was huge. Four gleaming white pillars suspended a stone auning at the front of the house, the roof black as night. French glass doors gleamed at every window and he could tell the curtains were real silvery grey silk. Fowerbeds lined the red stone path up to the cedar double doors. And the inside was even more impressive.

The livingroom floor was white marble covered with a large white faux fur carpet. The television was a hd flatscreen that hung on the wall and was 1/4th the size of it at least. Below was an impressive collection of movies. A black marble fireplace lined with gold stood at the opposite end of the room with black plush couches against the walls and a delicate looking glass table at the center of the room. To the left was an adjoining room with a long, winding staircase. Beyond this room was a comfortable room with the walls painted lavander. A red carpet dominated this room along with three massive bookcases from floor to ceiling with more books than Yami thought was possible for anyone to read, let alone own. A black baby grand piano stood at the center of this room. Kira And Aknam watched him as he looked thoughtfully at the piano... then turned away dismissively and headed up the stairs. Aknam and Kira walked up after him and Aknam pointed to a room at the end of the hall. " This is your room, Son." Ignoring that last bit, Yami turned the crystal knob to the pristinely white painted door and entered the room. Atemu's room.

The first thing that struck him was how...clean it was. Everything seemed to have it's own proper place. School books, book bag, desk clear of any clutter, computer placed squarely in the middle of the wood. Bed made to almost military perfection, not a dent or wrinkle to be seen. Hell even the books on the guy's shelf were neat and free of dust. And alphabetized. Geez. The floor was clean and covered with plush carpet. He walked around the space taking everything in. Atemu's space. Then his interest shifted to the collection of photos on his dresser. In one photo Aknamkannon and Kira were dressed very formally surrounded by flowers. It was a wedding photo. Next to it was a picture of a group of smiling, unfamiliar people. Probably his friends. The next one was of a very attractive boy-not unlike himself in the looks department. Same wild hair, same skin complexion. But his bright amethyst eyes shone with innocence and light. Did Atemu have a little brother? And speaking of the devil the last photo in the collection made Yami stop dead in his tracks. The young man in the photo looked exactly...exactly like him.

Atemu was dressed in a blue school uniform sitting on the ledge of a large fountain, in a park it looked like. He had one knee drawn to his chest and his arm rested there, his hand lightly holding on to a pen. In his other hand was a notebook but it was impossible to see what was on the page. Schoolwork? But what got to Yami most was the face. The hair. The intensity of the crimson eyes looking back at him. Jesus. No fucking wonder everyone thought he was Atemu. When he'd seen the picture of Atemu as a little kid he'd passed it off as a coincidence. As he said before alot of kids look alike at some point. But this was totally different. The young man in the picture looked exactly like him! The only visible difference he could see was in the face. There was a warmth there...confidence and gentleness. That look he didn't think, had ever graced his own face before ever. Eyes shining bright with happiness. A carefree smile on his lips, posture of the body totally relaxed. No. He couldn't think of a time he had ever been like that. He tore his eyes from the picture and cleared his throat to try and dispell his unease.

He turned back to Aknamkannon and Kira and froced a smile to his lips. " Thanks for letting me crash here until thinhs sort out." Aknam nodded and smiled at his son. Kira moved as if to embrace him, then thought better of it and crossed her arms in front of herself, smiling for him.

" Of course, honey." By now Yami had grown somewhat accustomed to her petnames. He didn't even aknowledge the endearment. A "Merow" drew his attention and he frowned as a cat sauntered in to the room. The parents smiled as the feline twisted itself around Yami's legs purring in adoration.

" Well now. It looks like we aren't the only ones glad to see you home." Aknam stated proudly. Ugh. Why did this cat want to be near him? Yami had never been a fan. Always knocking things over, constantly demanding attention. And they shed constantly, their fur sticking to everything. It was so hard to get off his clothes. And the claws were not the most pleasant thing to feel on skin. " Meow!" And that sound was irritating. Yami rolled his shoulders uncomfortably and stepped back. He looked back up and fixed the couple with a deadpan expression.

" I don't like cats." An awkward silence filled the room for several heartbeats. Yami understood the silent statement. It was Atemu's cat...wasn't it? Aknamkannon cleared his own throat uncomfortably as Kira scooped up the furry animal in her arms.

" O...okay then. Well," Aknam guestured uselessly to the room, unsure of what to do now. Best to just let the boy get his rest. " Goodnight." Yami nodded as he himself struggled to dispel the awkward air around them. Kira alone seemed immunet to the tension as she smiled softly at him and offered him a small wave.

" Sweet dreams, honey." Yami nodded to her curtly and stood his ground until the door shut and hid the strangers from view. Alone he looked around the room again, feeling like he was intruding. This was Atemu's room. Not his. He had no right to anything here. He eyed the bed as his body began to wear down. He was really tired. Maybe...as long as he kept the room looking good...he could borrow the bed. Already half-asleep the thoughts sounded fair to him and without further ado he flicked the light switch off, stripped off his clothes and dropped them on the computer chair. Then he pulled the covers down, too tired to snoop for sleepwear and slid in to the bed nude. His head hit the pillow and he was unconscious within seconds.

He was back again. The black nothingness surrounding him didn't scare Yami. He had learned long ago there was nothing to fear of the dark. Sometimes seeing was more horrifying than being blind. The mirror was in front of him. Yami gazed back at his reflection and his battered, beaten and bloodied reflection looked back at him. No...Atemu looked back at him. His face was a mess. A cut tore through his right brow, a fresh-looking bruise shined on his left cheek and his lips were bloody like he'd been smacked hard in the mouth. He was sitting in a wooden chair, his whole arm resting on his lap. His bloody clothed stump hung straight and still at his side. He had a feeling Atemu might have sat with his fingers laced together in his lap if he could, and perhaps crossed his legs even. A pose one would use for an interview or buisness meeting. Yami realized he was sitting in a chair too. His was metal. The coolness of it bit in to his skin but he ignored it. He knew dreams were meant to make no damn sense, so he accepted it as logical. One minute he was wandering alone in the dark, next thing he knew he was sitting in a metal chair facing Atemu through the mirror they both knew. Whatever. Yami stood up, swivled the chair around so that he could stradle it from behind and rest his arms on the back. Better.

" You don't take much stock in ettiquette, do you?" Atemu asked, smiling at him. Yami scoffed and rolled his shoulders.

" Seriously? You sought me out just to say that?" Atemu's smile didn't fade. It had taken on a sort of amusement.

" I thought you sought me out."

" Whatever. Dreams make no fucking sense." Atemu chuckled and tilted his head at him.

" You said your name was Yami." It was a statement more than a question.

"...Yeah, so?"

" For the benifit of easing my own curiosity...if you are indeed not me, then can you tell me where you are? Are you locked up?"

" No." Yami suddenly felt uncomfortable. Like when a child confesses to a parent they have done something wrong. " I'm at your house. Asleep in your bed. Your parents...made me go." Atemu's features shifted to surprise. A myrad of emotions played on his face all at once: Despair, fear, longing, worry, sorrow and panic. It took awhile before Atemu spoke again.

" They think you are me." Yami's heartbeat increased feeling suddenly very afraid. But why? He wasn't afraid of anything! Unless...was this Atemu's fear?

" I know. Everyone does. I swear, I keep telling people I'm not you. They think I'm crazy. The doctor says I have D.I.D. That's-"

" Dissassociative Identity Disorder." A surprised, questioning look from Yami. " I take psychology courses as a minor course at college. It...interests me." Yami blew out a frusterated sigh and ran his fingers through his hair.

" This is so fucked up I don't know what to do anymore. I can't stay at your place. You can't stay... Where the hell are you anyway?" Atemu's expression became troubled as he thought.

" I don't know. It's dark and warm. That's all I see. This...place. This dreamscape isn't so different from where I am really. Are you really home?" His voice quivered as he said the word home. Yami felt for the guy. He wanted to go home so bad. It was written all over him. He nodded uncomfortably. He had never felt more intrusive than at that moment.

" Y-Yeah. Your home. Mine's all the way across town. I'm sleeping in your room tonight. I...hope you don't mind. I ain't staying there. Just until I can get out-" Atemu held up his hand to silence him. It struck Yami as such a regal guesture. Atemu nodded and looked back at Atemu.

" It's fine. Really. Stay as long as you need to." Yami could tell Atemu was being sincere, even as he watched the pain and sadness flicker in his eyes. Yami shook his head hard and stood up from the chair. Although he appreciated the thought now was not the time for it. Even so, how anyone in Atemu's situation could be so generous was amazing to him.

" No. I don't need to stay. I need to prove I'm not you and go back to my home and my life." Atemu opened his mouth about to say something...when his eyes snapped open.

" A...Atemu, darling?" Yami blinked blearily and winced as the daylight shined right in his face blinding him. He sat up and raised a hand to shield his face. He squinted at Kira as she held a hand over her own eyes. Why? The light wasn't shining in her face. " Um...dear could you...?" Kira waved a hand at looked down then in a flash grabbed the covers. During the night he had tossed and turned. And kicked the covers off. He was on display in all of his naked glory. In front of Atemu's mom. Flushed with embarassment he yanked the covers over himself and cleared his throat. He looked back to her, his eyes used to the light now but his embarassed blush still in place. Kira removed her hand and smiled. " Nice to see that hasn't changed. You always do get embarassed when I catch you undressed. Though I've never known you to sleep naked before." She chattered on as if she were talking about the weathter as she went to his dresser and began rummaging for clothes. " But really honey you don't have to get so frazzled. It's nothing I haven't seen before. Remember I used to change your diapers and powder your bottom every day when you were a baby. So why do you get so-"

" Alright I get it for shit's sake!" Geez! Too much information did not even begin to cover it! No wonder Atemu was embarassed of his mom. Kira giggled and turned back around with a small pile of clothes in her hand.

" Alright, alright. Don't be such a grouchy goon. Here, put these on and I'll see you downstairs." Atemu took the clothes and eyed them skeptically. Boxers, socks, black slacks and a baby blue button-down shirt.

" Am I missing something? Or is this how Atemu always dresses?" If such was the case, then Atemu needed some serious fashion help. He noted the sad look in Kira's eyes even though the smile didn't leave her face.

" Well you do like these. But your right it's a bit formal. It's for today. You have a special visitor coming." Did he now? Was he even sure he wanted to meet this so-called visitor? " Your boyfriend." Maybe. Atemu looked to the computer chair where he left his clothes to find them gone. He whipped his head back to Kira just as she was leaving his room.

" Hey! Where are my clothes?"

" Washer!" She called, shutting the door. Sighing in relief he got out of bed and put on the underwear. He eyed the clothes Kira picked...then went to the dresser. Fuck that! He put the dressy clothes back and rummaged around. Atemu had a good selection. And they were the same in size. Somehow Yami wasn't surprised. After looking through everything he settled for tight black jeans and a blood red tank top with some kind of asian symbol on the front. Atemu didn't posess any leather wrist bands like he would have liked...but he did find a chain bracelet with a small lock on it. He slipped on a pair of black dress shoes Atemu owned then brushed his hair and looked at himself in the mirror. It would have to do. Again the intrusive feeling came back. He was wearing Atemu's clothes now. ' No I'm borrowing. As soon as I can get my shit together, I'm outta here.' With a satisfied nod he turned around and walked to the door of Atemu's room. Time for another damn meet and greet. Who would not believe he wasn't Atemu Sennen.

Down the stairs and hanging a left he heard voices. Yami entered the living room to find Kira and Aknam sitting on the couch talking to a boy. It was the same boy from the picture in Atemu's room. His violet eyes turned to him the minute he walked in and everything seemed to stop. He shot a look to the adults who both looked hopeful before looking to the younger boy. He was even more beautiful in person. Again the thought came and again he had to admit. Atemu was one lucky son of a bitch. He stepped forward as the younger stood up and Yami held out his robot right hand. " Hi. Yami Kujaku." The boy took his hand and shook it.

" Yugi Mutou. Ow." He jerked his hand back as Yami let go. Aparrently his grip had been too hard.

" Sorry about that. I'm still trying to get used to the damn thing." He looked to the couch. The parents were gone. Yami looked back to Yugi as he sat on the couch. Yami sat down on the footrest an watched the mix of emotions running through Yugi's face.

" I should have been there with you." Yami sighed. Here we go. " I should have come to you sooner." Yami shook his head.

" Look, I know they probably told you I was Atemu but I'm not." Yugi looked back to him and nodded. It seemed he was expecting Yami to say as much.

" Your parents said you have a spilt personality disorder because of what that freak did to you. You think you're someone else." Yami scoffed and crossed his arms.

" That's bullshit. I don't think I'm someone else. I am someone else. I'm Yami, okay?" Yugi stared at him for a long time, taking in everything about the supposed stranger in front of him. Then he did something Yami wasn't quite expecting. Yugi leaned close to Yami and kissed him. Yami accepted the kiss ( Hey, Yugi was hot. So like he was gonna complain) and ran his tongue along Yugi's sweet lips. The boy parted for him willingly and they both hummed in pleasure as Yami and Yugi fought for dominance tasting every part of eachother they could. Yami smirked in the kiss then teasingly nipped yugi's lips hard. Yugi pulled back with a surprised gasp and touched his slightly sore lip. Yami's smirk was downright dangerous as he eyed Yugi. " Atemu wouldn't do that now, would he?"

Yami and Yugi stared at eachother, feeding eachothers lust and excitement to the other. The next kiss they shared was rough and demanding.

Done! So is it hot in here or is it just hot in here? Next chapter: More Yugi and Yami, we learn how yami got the same wounds as Atemu ( Or how he thinks he got them if he is actually Atemu. OR IS HE?!) And a visit from Doctor Wheeler says much! Please R&R and bless your happy happiness!