A/N~ I know! I'm really sorry but things have been hell for me here. I just have another month of school so bare with me please. Please review and let me know how you liked the chapter. I don't own YGO.

Chapter 5

Atemu sat on a stump in the middle of the woods and starred at the trees around him. He had decided to get away by taking a walk and getting out of the house for a while. For some reason, over the past few days, Yugi had become extremely clingy and the former agent felt like he needed some air. He sighed and crossed his legs, watching a bird flutter on the ground and suddenly take off when it saw him. He watched it fly off and wished he could do the same.

It wasn't that he didn't enjoy being around the others, but seeing the same people over and over again for days on end got a little old. He was used to meeting new people all the time, whether through his job or through the people he protected. Not Yugi was the only one he protected and because of security risks, the boy was too vulnerable to be let out of sight. In fact, Yugi hadn't been to school since they relocated. Atemu smiled smugly when he remembered what he said to the teen. "Calculus isn't going to teach you how to avoid bullets."

Atemu frowned when he thought of the past few days. It had been quiet, which was good for a change. He was tired of running all over the place to ensure their safety. He had to admit that it was nice to just kick back even though the danger really wasn't gone. They were just hiding from it. But really, how long was hiding going to work? When would Malik and Marik find them? They would search the ends of the earth and Atemu knew this. The criminals would do anything to kill them and this worried the agent to no end. In a way, he wished that he and Yugi never met. Marik would have probably let things go after a while and forgotten about the boy if he didn't find out about his affair with Yugi. Now, it was nothing but a game to him. He would find them; it was only a matter of time.

Perhaps this was why Yugi was acting so clingy over the past couple of days. The teen was more intelligent than the ex-agent gave him credit for. He had a way of prying into his protector's mind without asking him questions. He knew that the older was worried and Atemu knew that the boy could figure it out without asking anything. Two nights ago, the teen had had a nightmare about his protector. Although the dream didn't strip all layers of his sanity, Atemu could tell the teen was a little shaken up by it. He had said that Atemu got into a bad accident coming home from getting groceries. As silly as it was, the boy was a little concerned for his other's wellbeing. It was only when his protector held the boy tightly in his arms did his little one drift back to sleep.

Atemu understood the terror and power a nightmare could hold. He had been having them for years. Yugi seemed to be his only means of therapy for it. Atemu smirked as he thought of Yugi as a sort of drug that kept him sane. He would be Yugi's drug so long as he could. As much as Atemu hated to admit it, they needed each other. It bothered him so because he never needed anyone before. He was always a loner.

Atemu stood from his stump and started making his way back to the house. Everything changed the day he met Yugi.

The captain starred into crimson and sighed. "If you can't handle this case, it is perfectly understandable. Just let me know and I will replace you with a snap of my fingers, no penalty." The captain stated, leaning back in his chair.

Atemu stood at the front of the desk, his arms crossed and an angered expression on his face. "You brought me all the way out here to tell me that? You're kidding right?" The agent said crossly. "Anzu and I are the best agents in the field. What makes you think we can't handle this?"

The captain took a deep breath through his nose and exhaled. "Anzu will be fine. It's you I am worried about."

"Why me?" the agent practically shouted.

"They've reappeared." The captain informed him, standing up. He placed his hands on his desk and watched his agent's facial expressions carefully. There was only one emotion written on the agent's face, rage. He opened his mouth to speak before the agent could blow a gasket, the captain said, "They killed a high school student after his friend witness a drug deal gone bad. I need to know that you can handle this. As you said, you and Anzu are the best agents in this field. If you tell me that you'll be fine, I'll understand and question you no further." He explained. "I'll just say this once, are you sure you can handle this in a proper manner?"

Atemu swallowed his anger and nodded once. "Yes."

"Okay." The captain stated. "Don't mess this up, agent. We are counting on you to keep this boy safe. He is scared."

Atemu sniffed in disdain and shook his head. "Scared? He doesn't know the meaning of the---"

"Atemu," The captain growled. "Malik sent him a picture of his friend's body with his cell phone." He watched as Atemu bit his lip and looked sideways. The agent felt remorse for this boy, perhaps this wasn't such a bad thing after all. The walked around the desk and placed a hand on the young man's shoulder. "I know it's not your job to make him feel like he is home, but try your best to keep him sane. He is being dragged from everything he has ever known."

Atemu stiffened and nodded. "Yeah," Was his only response.

The captain removed his hand and nodded at the door. "Last door on the right is where the boy is being kept. He and his grandfather are waiting with a few of the police officers. The FBI will soon be here and I expect that you take the teen before hand. Agent Anzu is waiting outside."

Atemu turned and left without another word. He hated this. Although protecting people was what he was best at, destroying those that killed his family seemed like a better idea. He should be help with the case, not protecting some street punk who was hanging out in the wrong part of town.

Anzu was waiting outside and smiled out him. "What did he want?"

Atemu growled, "Just to bitch."

Anzu lead the way and walked to where the boy was being held. Atemu looked through the one-sided mirror on the way to the door to see an elder man sitting in a chair beside someone else. There was an officer in the way of his view and as Atemu moved his was able to see who he was protecting. He stopped dead in his tracks.

The teen, sitting next to the elder, looked a lot like him. Atemu felt his breath catch in his throat as the boy spoke with the officers. He couldn't hear what he was saying, but didn't have to, his eyes said it all. The captain was right, he was scared.

Anzu noticed the agent's pause and stopped at the door. "Is something wrong?"

Atemu flitted his eyes to her and then back to the teen who just stood up with a look of chock on his face, He watched as the elder said something to him that made him look defeated as he sat back down. He didn't like the feeling he was having right now. Something inside of him told him to run and at the same time, something in his heart wanted to meet the boy.

"Atemu?" Anzu questioned.

Atemu shook the look he had off his face. "I'm fine. Let's just get this over with." He snapped as he pulled out his sunglasses and placed them on his face. He couldn't have the boy watching him stare as him. Not to mention, his eyes tended to make everyone squirm where they were. He didn't want to scare the boy.

Anzu shrugged and knocked on the door. She entered and Atemu followed as swiftly as he could. His arms were crossed as he settled in the corner. He would see the boy starring at him from across the room. Didn't anyone tell him it wasn't polite to stare? Atemu avoided all eye contact as he kept his eyes straight ahead, fearing those wonderful amethyst orbs.

When the boy finally spoke it was like listening to a choir. Chills ran down the agent's spine when he finally looked at the teen through his sunglass protection. The teen wanted to know what had to happen first. Atemu opened his mouth to speak but found he had no voice at the moment. He cleared his throat and spoke with a steady tone, "First we have to change your hair and look."

At the time, Atemu wasn't too sure why he felt so strangely around the teen. Perhaps he knew he was going to fall for him and nothing was going to stop that from happening. Whatever the reason, it had landed them here. Atemu looked up to see Ryou and Yugi raking up leaves and jumping into the piles. Fall was settling on them hard but the teens seemed to enjoy it just the same.

Atemu watched breathlessly as Yugi laughed hard, jumping into the pile and nearly knocking Ryou over. Yugi had a way of being clumsy but it made him look really cute. Atemu straightened when Yugi saw him and waved. The ex-agent nodded in his direction and gave a small smile.

His attention turned elsewhere as he started walking towards the front door. He looked up the driveway to see their mailbox with the flag up. Atemu froze. He looked back at Ryou and Yugi who were still playing and then back at the mailbox. No letters were supposed to be going out. They couldn't risk Marik tracking them down in that way. Atemu turned and shouted in the teen's direction. "Who put something in the mail?" He demanded.

Yugi stood up, a confused look on his face. "I didn't."

Ryou also shook his head. Atemu felt a lump in his throat and he wasn't sure why. He knew Bakura wouldn't put anything in the mail, he wasn't that stupid. Atemu slowly turned and faced the mailbox. "Get inside." He shouted to the two teens starring at him with concern etched into their features.

"Atemu?" Yugi asked and started making his way towards his protector.

"Get inside!" He commanded.

Ryou grabbed Yugi's hand and started leading the boy back to the house. Atemu could hear Yugi protest but he followed his orders. Atemu slowly made his way down the driveway covered with leaves. The lump in his throat grew larger as he neared the mailbox. Would some else be using their box? Why? It didn't make any sense and this was what worried the agent. His gut told him this was wrong and he had always listened to it before.

"Atemu." He heard Bakura shout as he made his way up to his friend. "What the fuck? Ryou said you told them to get into the house. What do you—."

"Hush." Atemu warned and nodded towards the mailbox.

Bakura stilled his motions and stood beside Atemu, crossing his arms in dismay. "Did you see anyone?"

"No."

Bakura and Atemu carefully approached the box. Bakura gazed at it, his head bent back slightly. "Think it's a bomb?" He asked, looking at the post leading to the ground. "I don't see any wires."

Atemu shook his head. "These punks aren't smart enough to make a bomb. It's has be something else." He placed his hand on the door and started to crack it open. Bakura started to protest but Atemu quieted him. He carefully peeked inside the box, seeing if he could see something. There was definitely something in there. It didn't look like papers or a package. It looked like an article of clothing.

Bakura peeked into the box as Atemu opened it a little further. 'What the fuck is that?"

Atemu felt like he was going to be sick. He opened the mailbox fully and almost gagged. He knew that color anywhere. He thrust his hands into the box and pulled out a blue blouse. He unfolded it and started gasping for air, fear, rage, and something else he couldn't describe flowing through his veins. Something fell out of the shirt and landed on the ground.

Bakura bent over to pick it up and flipped it open. "Shit." He cursed. "Atemu." He warned.

Atemu started at the blouse, the terror of the nightmare he had witnessed a few years back coming back to him. In his hands, he felt the blue blouse covered in the blood that belonged to his mother. The very shirt she wore when she died. It still smelled like her. His fingers dug into the fabric as he looked at the note left with the shirt.

We see you.

A/N~ So that is all you get for now. Deal with it. LOL. Just kidding. Let me know what you think. I'll be waiting. Feed the plot bunny! Oh and check out the first story if you want to follow the flashback.