Since a lot of people asked this question last time, I'll answer it here. This story will have some similarities to the movie 50 First Dates, but otherwise it will be totally different. I like to think I can write a better story than Adam Sandler!

Sage: Oh, you did not just diss the Sandler! He'll kill you.

…My God, you're right. I'm sorry Adam! Don't sue! I'm just a single, broke, 16 year old who has nothing better to do with her life!

Sage: Well….thank God for the anonymity of the Internet. Otherwise that statement would just be sad...Oh yeah. And you could get sued.

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-One Year, Eleven Months Ago—

"Happy one month anniversary!" Yugi said happily as he handed the small package to his boyfriend, Jack. The blonde man took it in his hands, smiling. The two were sitting on the living room floor of Jack's apartment. It was lavish, something fancier than Yugi had ever experienced. The carpet was thick and plush. It felt soft under Yugi's knees. He could sit there forever and never get uncomfortable.

Behind them was Jack's leather loveseat, a place where the two had spent many movie nights cuddled up together. In the center of the room was a glass coffee table. To Yugi, Jack's apartment was like a mansion. He knew he would have to leave eventually, but he didn't want too. Jack's apartment felt like home.

"Oh, baby," Jack said as he cradled the package like a small infant, "you didn't have to get me anything."

"But I wanted too!" Yugi pleaded. He wanted desperately to see the look on Jack's face when he opened it. Yugi hoped his boyfriend would like it. It had cost him a few days salary, working a minimum wage job, for nearly 12 hours a day.

"Yugi, I'm serious."

"And so am I." Yugi said, looking into the unsure eyes of Jack. Yugi scoffed playfully and rolled his eyes. "Just open it."

"Well, then." Jack said, "if it means that much to you." The older man tore off the blue wrapping paper of his small object. He couldn't help but let out a small gasp of surprise when he saw the gift his boyfriend had given him. It was a small watch, with a silver band and small pieces of gold along the clock. The face of the clock was black and the numbers were etched in with gold paint. It was beautiful, he couldn't deny that.

"A Sterling Silver watch?" Jack said softly, admiring the gift. He looked up at Yugi, whose violet eyes were bright and shinning. "Baby, this must have cost you a fortune!"

"It's nothing." Yugi said shyly. "I wanted to get you something special."

Jack smiled as he pushed the watch aside and scooted closer to Yugi. He took the smaller boy's hands in his own and they stared into each other's eyes.

"I want to give you something special too." Jack said, caressing Yugi's face with his hand. "Yugi, I don't care if it seems like we're moving too fast. I don't care what the neighbors will say, or what my own friends will say. I love you, Yugi. This month has been the best of my life, that's something I can say for sure. I love you and I want to test out our relationship and see if maybe we are meant to be together. Yugi, I want you to move in with me."

Yugi was silent for a moment as he absorbed everything in. Jack really wanted them to move in together? Yugi smiled as wide as he could. This was better than anything he could imagine. Moving in with Jack was probably the best thing he could ever do, especially since with his current home situation…or lack thereof. Yugi loved Jack with all his heart. Yugi was sure that Jack was his soul mate, that they were meant to be together. He had no doubt about that, and he was sure that once they moved in together, Jack would have no doubts either.

"I'd love that." Yugi said lovingly. "I really, really, love that."

Jack smiled and the two embraced in a hug and exchanged a small kiss. "Welcome home, Yugi."

-Present Day-

Yami drove his car, following the directions Yugi quietly gave him to his house. The shorter boy stared dully out the window, not instigating conversation, only replying to Yami's questions.

Yami had trouble keeping his eyes on the road and off the small, amnesiac, suicidal teenager. He couldn't imagine why the kid would be so depressed as to ask someone to kill him. And he couldn't fathom why his memory was so off.

"I ate at your restaurant yesterday." Yami said, eyeing Yugi from the corner of his maroon orbs. "You were my waiter."

Yugi shook his head, avoiding Yugi's gaze. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "But, I just don't remember."

"Why don't you remember?" Yami questioned, squinting his eyes as he drove down a brightly lit street. "Did you hit your head sometime between yesterday night and this afternoon?"

"No."

"Then how could you forget? I mean, a date isn't something that just slips the mind."

"I have an idea, but it's not something I'm willing to share. Especially with a stranger." Yugi's voice cracked, as though he were starting to cry.

Yami bit his lip and glanced over at Yugi for a moment. The smaller boy was sitting straight now, staring out the windshield. The pink scar on his eye was clearly visible to Yami, and the older boy couldn't help but be curious as to how he acquired it. He couldn't imagine anyway that he could have gotten it in an accident. It looked like something that had been given to him.

"I guess I should introduce myself." Yami said sheepishly, suddenly feeling like a pedophile. How old was this kid? Yami couldn't guess by looking at him, but he couldn't have been any older than eighteen. He was defiantly still a teenager. And Yami was twenty-one. "My name's Yami."

"You already know my name."

"It's Yugi, right?"

Yugi nodded, but said nothing. Yami sighed as he took the turn Yugi told him about earlier. Before him was an old apartment complex. It was made up of red brick and was about ten stories high. Yami noticed the old, rusted fire escapes that hung loosely off the walls. They looked as though they were about to fall off their hinges. Another thing Yami noticed was the windows of the place. Many were cracked, shattered, or overall missing. Some people had duct tapped their windows shut.

Somewhere in the distance, sirens began to wail and car alarms were screaming. Yami could see the flashing red lights of a police car in the distance. Shocked and appalled, he looked down at Yugi who appeared unfazed by all the commotion.

'He lives here?' Yami thought, feeling his throat begin to burn. 'This place can't be safe.'

"Thanks for bringing me home." Yugi whispered, reaching for the door handle.

"Wait." Yami said before he realized what he was doing. Yugi's hand hovered above the handle and the violet eyes matched the ruby eyes. "Maybe I should I walk you up. Just to make sure you get there safely."

Yugi sniffed. "I can take of myself." He said, his voice raising a few octaves.

"After what I saw a few minutes earlier, I doubt that."

Yugi was silent and Yami thought he saw tears forming in the young one's eyes. But, the teen fought them hard and they never slipped out. "Look," Yugi growled impatiently, almost pleadingly, "what you saw…it's none of your business. Why I tried is none of your business either. And it has nothing to do with my ability to walk a few flights of stairs to get to my apartment."

"Please?" Yami said, finding his voice quiver. 'Why?' He thought. He couldn't help but feel an attraction to the boy, and he wanted to make sure he was safe. It didn't matter that the younger one didn't want anything to do with him. Yami would still make it his business to see to it that Yugi arrived home safely. "I'm not letting you out of the car until you agree."

Yugi raised an eyebrow. "So you're going to kidnap me?"

Yami's hand reached out and he pressed the buttons on the door. A loud click was heard, indicating that the locks had been secured. For a moment, it looked like Yugi flinched. "If you want to call it that, then yes. I'm kidnapping you."

For some reason, the thought of Yugi being locked in his car with no way to escape only made Yami want him more.

Yugi stared him down and Yami felt himself somewhat imitated by the glare. Yami stared into Yugi's unblinking, unwavering eyes for about a moment, neither one saying anything. But, he could also see fear in them. And Yugi's breathing seemed to grow ragged. His shoulders were rising and falling. It looked like he was near a panic attack. Finally, after what seemed like eternity to Yami, Yugi spoke.

"Fine. But let me warn you, you have my roommate to deal with. He's not too keen on me hanging around with strangers."

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Joey paced the living room of his small apartment quietly, waiting anxiously for the door to open. His eyes glanced to the small digital clock on the coffee table. It read in dull green colors: 8: 33.

Joey bit his lip so hard he felt a small drop of blood fall down his chin. Yugi was supposed to get home nearly an hour ago. It wasn't like Yugi to just wander around the city—especially this part of the city—alone at night. Fearing the worst, Joey debated whether or not he should call the police. Yugi was still a minor after all. Joey could file a missing person's report without having to wait the twenty-four hours.

Joey began to wonder if Yugi got lost again. Ever since the "incident" Yugi's memory had often failed him. Many times Yugi would forget where he lived and he would use his small cellphone to call Joey, crying that he needed to be picked up.

It happened a few times before. Joey wondered if it had happened again. But if it did, Yugi would call him. Yugi always called whenever he needed him.

The blonde teenager couldn't help but wonder if something happened to Yugi. Joey thought the worst. He couldn't help but imagine images of Yugi being mugged and slain. The image of Yugi lying lifeless on cold concrete with blood pouring out of his head-

Joey went for his cellphone. He flipped it open and was about to dial the number when a small knock came from his door. Joey tensed. That had to be Yugi. It couldn't be anyone else. He didn't converse with any of the neighbors, and the only other person who knew their exact address was Anzu, and she was still at work. The only person who could conceivably be on the other side of that door was Yugi. But, why would he knock?

Joey opened the door and was greeted by a man who looked very similar to Yugi, but wasn't.

"Hey." He said. "I think I have something that belongs to you."

"What?" Joey muttered, but then he saw Yugi step out from behind the man. Joey felt his heart fly into his chest when he saw Yugi. "Yugi!" He screamed, pulling the smaller boy inside the apartment. He examined the smaller boy, noticing a few bruises over the boy's face and a small cut on the side of his neck. Joey began to think the worse—Yugi had been mugged, but at the current moment he was too relieved to see Yugi safe and home to be too concerned.

"What happened?" He said softly.

"It's a long story." Yugi murmured. His eyes went straight to the stranger and Joey was quick to notice. Joey felt anger swell up inside him. Who was this stranger, and why was he with Yugi? And why did Yugi seem to be afraid of him? Determined to find answers, Joey stood up and looked over back to Yugi.

"Go clean yourself up." The blonde said sternly. Yugi nodded and turned, walking down the small hallway into the bathroom. Once the dead bolt was heard locking, Joey turned to the stranger, anger flooding in his eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" Joey demanded, his fists clenching. "Why was Yugi with you?"

"My name's Yami," the stranger introduced, raising an eyebrow at the blonde's screams. Yami found it a little off-putting, "and Yugi was with me because I drove him home."

"That doesn't answer my question." Joey growled. "Why was Yugi with you? And why does he look like he walked onto Death's doorstep?"

Yami blinked. Yugi was right; his roommate was protective. "Well…" Yami said quietly. "You see…Yugi and I…we had a date tonight."

Joey was silent. For a few seconds, the only sound was that of the two men breathing. Then:

"What?" Joey screamed. "You and Yugi went on a date?"

Yami shook his head defensively. He put his hands out in front of him, afraid that the blonde would charge. "No! I mean…we had a date scheduled, but Yugi…he stood me up. I found him in an alleyway a few miles down the road and he had no memory of me!"

Yami saw a flash of sadness in Joey's eyes, but it only lasted for a moment. Within no time his brown orbs were back to their fiery position.

"And what about the bruises on his face? And that red mark on his neck?"

Yami bit his lip. Should he tell the blonde about his knowledge of Yugi's injuries? Yami didn't feel like he had the right to tell Joey what he saw, but if Yugi was suicidal, then he needed to get help, and needed it fast. Yami finally came to the decision that he had to tell Yugi's roommate about the well-being of his friend, mentally and well as physically. "Well…when I found Yugi in the alleyway, there was another man in there with him. He had a knife pressed against Yugi's neck. I grabbed Yugi and pulled him into my car, and he told me he asked the man to kill him." Yami said dully, realizing how awkward this conversation had become. Neither knew one another and yet they were discussing such an intense issue.

Tears started to sting at the corners of Joey's eyes. He beat himself up mentally. He should've known that Yugi would've tried something like killing himself! If it hadn't been for this stranger—

Joey stopped his train of thought there. This man may have saved Yugi's life, but he still had a romantic interest in Yugi. And after the ordeal Yugi had just been through, Joey was not going to let this man hurt his best friend.

"Look," Joey said quietly, "I don't know how to thank you for saving Yugi's life, but….I can't let you see Yugi. Not in the way you want too."

"What do you mean?" Yami said angrily.

"I'm saying, you can't date him."

Yami seethed. This wasn't fair! It was one thing for Yugi himself to turn him down, but a whole another for Yugi's roommate to turn him down for Yugi. Yugi had a choice in this, and he was old enough to make that choice. Why was this kid even making such a decision on Yugi's behalf?

"Shouldn't that be up to Yugi? And why is his memory so bad? Why couldn't he remember me?"

"Not that it's any of your business," Joey said snottily, "but let's just say that Yugi was in an accident. And let's say that accident may have left Yugi with some memory problems. Let's say that Yugi is still a minor. And let's say I can make choices on Yugi's behalf because I'm his legal guardian until the day he turns eighteen."

Yami felt himself angered by Joey's words. Yugi was old enough to make such decisions by himself. And this kid, Joey, couldn't be any older than nineteen. He was in no position to be making decisions for Yugi. How could he even be a legal guardian? Where were their parents?

"I want to hear Yugi's opinion on that."

"Get out of here before I call the cops." Joey threatened. "I don't want you hanging out with Yugi."

Yami sighed in angry frustration. He couldn't deal with this kid anymore. He would see Yugi another time, he just knew it. But for now it wasn't worth the effort to fight. Without saying a word, Yami turned around and left the apartment, making sure to slam to door as loud as he could.

Joey was left in an eerily silence.

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Half an hour later, Yugi lay curled on his bed. His wet hair stuck to his face and the mark on his neck was beginning to throb. Yugi sniffed as tears began to fall down his face. He was so stupid. He shouldn't have gotten into the car with Yami. He was able to hear Joey arguing with him from inside the bathroom, even with the water running in the shower.

There was a small knock on the door. Yugi sighed. He knew he was going to have to talk with Joey about this sooner or later. Right now, Yugi wished he could put off the talk for later. But, Joey wasn't a patient person and he was going to push this until he got the answers he wanted.

"Come in." Yugi said weakly. The dark door creaked opened and Joey's silhouette could be seen. The blonde walked up to Yugi's bed and sat on the foot.

"Yugi…" Joey sighed. "What happened this afternoon? And don't try to bullshit me. I already know the big part of the story."

Yugi sniffed and hot tears fell down his chin. "I'm such a burden to you, Joey…" Yugi cried. "I make you worry for no reason…I make you leave work all the time to come and bring me home…I'm too stupid to even remember my own address …"

"Yugi..." Joey said softly, "it's not your fault."

"I figured you're life…and Anzu's…would be better if I was dead. So I asked Ushio if he would…"

The rest of the sentence didn't need to be said. Yugi sniffed. "He was about to do it then Yami came up and he pushed Ushio away. He drove me home."

"Yami said you two had a date scheduled. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't remember." Yugi said quietly. "I still don't remember him asking me out. He says I was his waiter yesterday. That seems likely."

"So you're just going to assume that you two had made arrangements?"

"You think he's lying?"

"I think we have no reason to trust him. Even after what he did." Joey pushed some of Yugi's stray blonde locks behind his ear. "Yugi…I know this last year has been hard for you…but Anzu and I would never be able to forgive ourselves if something happened to you. We love you, Yugi, just as friends do. You are not a burden, Yugi. Please…promise me you won't do anything stupid ever again."

"Joey…"

"Promise me. Because if you do, I'll kill myself just so I can kick your ass in Hell."

Yugi sighed, but held back a small laugh at Joey's proclamation. "I promise."

Joey stared at his broken friend and sighed as well. This was one obstacle they were going to have to overcome. Joey knew he would have to contact Anzu and tell her about this evening. She was the only one who could watch Yugi while he was at work. Joey didn't want to resort to that, but he just couldn't trust Yugi to be by himself for the next few days. He would need to be watched constantly. Joey hated having to doubt his trust in his own best friend, but even with the promise, he couldn't trust Yugi not to do anything stupid.

"All right." Joey said. "It's late. Let's go to bed." It was only nine o clock.

Joey stood up and exited the room. He stood in the doorway for a moment, staring at the unmoving figure in the bed. Exhaling deeply, Joey closed the door and left Yugi alone in his bed.

In the dark.

In the silence.

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Not much of a cliffhanger this week. I have a poll on my profile I'd like you guys to answer, so please vote on it!

Till next time!