Here you go Lovelies, another chapter in this saga! This might end up going into as much as eight chapters, yay! And, as much as I wanted to wait to release this information, I feel like now is the time.

There's going to be a sequel!

I don't know what Im going to call it yet, and it'll be a couple months after this one's over before it comes out. It'll be about the same length, maybe a little shorter.

It's thanks to you guys and all the support I got on this story that I was able t do this. THANK YOU!

Sorry this chapter is a little short.

I don't own YuGiOh!

Yami's POV
I was very wary of this person, the one who looked so much like myself.
When he pointed out that we weren't the same, it beckoned me to look closer. I started to examine his face and body, finding to my astonishment that he was absolutely right. We really weren't identical.
He was much more beautiful.
I found that I'd had this thought odd. I hadn't thought that anyone was remotely as attractive as I found this boy to be, not even the beautiful country bell nurse. Not that I really had a thing for women, but still.
His eyes were large and innocent, his face pouty and cute. You could tell that if he put on some weight, he'd have an adorable baby face. I wondered briefly why he was so skinny, but decided not to mention it in case he took it as in insult.
Just then, the door busted open and a tall man with a long coat came in, trotting briskly through the room as if he owned the place.
"Hope I wasn't interrupting anything, but the Pharaoh can leave with us now." He said, flashing an arrogant smirk our way.
Mini-me blushed and then glared darkly at him.
"Of course not, Kaiba." He said firmly, pouting a bit. I wondered briefly what he could possibly be interrupting in the first place, but again decided it was best to just figure things out later.
"So your name's Kaiba?" I asked to break the tension, and he turned to me with surprise evident on his features.
"So you really don't remember anything?" He asked, his eyes widening slightly. He shared a glance with mini-me, and I caught a flash of pain in mini-me's eyes. I have to admit that it broke my heart a little.
"No, no I don't." I said, shaking my head. I turned to mini-me and asked, "Didn't they tell you that?"
"I just would've assumed you'd remember Yuugi." Kaiba said.
"Is that mini-me's name?" I asked, feeling intrigue well up in me. Yuugi. It was certainly a nice name, and almost felt like it rang a bell for me...
"Mini-me?" Yuugi asked flatly, and I could see that Kaiba was restraining his laughter.
"Ummm... sorry." I said, blushing a little bit. "You're Yuugi then." It was more of a statement than a question this time around.
Kaiba walked over and grabbed my arm, practically dragging me out of bed. He seemed incredibly impatient, and quite frankly I wondered why I was ever friends with him. Maybe we were related.
I climbed out of bed, grateful that they'd let me change back into my regular clothes this morning. I then proceeded to be force-ably dragged to the parking lot, Yuugi following close behind me. Something told me that mini-me tended to follow me a lot, or at the very least that we'd spent a lot of time together. He seemed to want to get closer, but looked almost like he was afraid of something.
I wanted to tell him that I wouldn't disappear if he wanted to hug me, but I knew somehow that it would embarass him. If we used to be close, (Or at least as close as I'd presumed that we would have been judging by his current behavior) I'd have been the one doing the hugging. I had a feeling that that wouldn't change.
I climbed into the car, having a bit of trouble from the sheer size of the thing. I noticed that Kaiba and another, much older man, (one I had yet to meet) were both sitting in the front two seats with the older man driving. Looks like I'd be sitting next to mini-me.
I watched as mini-me struggled even more than me to climb into the tall car, trying not to laugh. He was certainly determined to get up, though, because soon he was seated right beside me.
The jeep, while being high up off the ground, had a very small amount of wiggle room. Yuugi, who looked nervous and pitifully sad about something, was incredibly close to me.
"So, who's this?" I asked, gesturing to the older man in the driver's seat. The old man flinched and looked back at Yuugi, who answered his silent question with a shaky breath and a nod of his head. I flinched on the inside. I must've meant a lot to him and he a lot to me, because everyone seemed to assume that upon seeing him I'd magically remember everything I'd forgotten.
And while I'll admit that he rang more of a bell than the rest of him, I still couldn't bring myself to remember.
"I'm Yuugi's grandpa. No relation to you, but we lived in the same house." He said, still looking at Yuugi. I could tell that he was worried about something.
"Kaiba, why did you assume that Yuugi would cause me to remember everything?" I asked, feeling Yuugi freeze beside me. Kaiba started to speak, but he interrupted quickly.
"We were pretty close. We, uh, we shared a room and everything." He said, biting his lip. Kaiba looked back at him skeptically, but quickly turned back to look at the road. I had a feeling they were keeping something from me.
"So we were like brothers?" I asked him eagerly. Glancing back towards Kaiba, I found that he was now smirking.
"Yeah, you could say that." Yuugi said, turning towards me. Our eyes met and he didn't look away. That was typically considered rude, but somehow it just felt right looking into his lavender eyes.
He scooted a little closer and our legs brushed together. He looked at me warily, as if he was afraid that at any moment I would disappear into thin air. I smiled at him reassuringly, but then turned away reluctantly. It must have been hard on him, losing someone who was like a brother to you. I completely understood him wanting me to stay close.
A few minutes later, though, I felt him move away. I was tempted to try and move closer to him, but decided against it. If he needed his space, I didn't want to intrude.
Although I might not remember him, I felt... almost a connection with him. Maybe, even though I didn't remember the emotions were so deeply implanted that they would stick around. I didn't want to mention my theory for fear of getting his hopes up, but it was plausible. Only, that didn't quite make sense. If I felt something despite my memory loss for him, why wouldn't I feel something for his grandpa or Kaiba?
They said that we were close, but 'close' obviously wasn't a word that was strong enough.

Yuugi's POV
I'd scooted away from the Pharaoh, looked out the window at the sun setting behind the smoky mountains.
I couldn't stay so close; I felt like I was going to scare him off.
I dreaded having to explain everything to him. Not necessarily just our relationship, (which I wasn't planning on ever mentioning for fear of rejection) but everything with the puzzle, ancient Egypt, and duel monsters.
Telling him how much it'd hurt when he left.
We sat in silence, occasionally touching lightly. Whenever we did, I swear my heart stopped beating in my chest. I had to keep my cool, though. Or at least what little was left of it at that point.
Eventually, we arrived at a small cabin and I wondered if there would be enough rooms. That fear was assuaged as soon as I set foot inside, though.
There were several more floors that you couldn't see from the outside, which made the cabin appear small, when really it was extravagant.
There were six bedrooms, which meant that each of us got our own and there were still a couple left over.
I was numb as I was lead slowly to my room on the bottom floor.
What did it matter? What did anything matter anymore? My Pharaoh didn't remember me, so what was life worth?
I walked into my bedroom, noting dryly that Yami's room was across from mine.
Wonderful.
I threw down my bags and changed my pajama pants quickly, leaving my shirt off. I used to always sleep with my shirt on, until the Pharaoh started coming out of the Millennium puzzle to sleep with me. Yami always insisted that sleeping with a shirt on bugged him to death, and if he couldn't touch me anyways, seeing couldn't really hurt anything. So I (brushing bright scarlet) slipped off my shirt and watched his disappear with it. It was slightly inconvenient that we had to wear the same clothes, but whatever.
As much as I didn't want to admit it, I did quite a lot of staring that night. He smirked whenever he caught me looking, but I caught him admiring me a few times that night, too.
I sat on my bed that night with my knees pulled up. There was no way I'd be sleeping that night with my insomnia. Not when everyone and everything I'd hoped for couldn't remember my name.
I waited patiently, letting two hole hours pass before I got up and tiptoed upstairs, trying to be quiet.
I opened the door to the top floor outside deck, and walked out to sit on the small bench that adorned it. I looked up at the beautiful stars.
They were so much brighter than they were in Japan.