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Chapter List
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Disclaimer - Okay, you should all know this one by now.

Author's Notes - Okay, another background chapter here. Hope you all enjoy the explanations.

Chapter 15 - Awakening Memories

Yami tossed and turned fitfully on the bed, in the grip of some nightmare. Marik watched him anxiously, unsure whether he should wake his sleeping lover
or not as Yami moaned.
"No . . . Father, please . . .I'm sorry . . ." the man murmured, his voice sounding choked as if he was crying. Marik caught the slight glimmer of tears from
underneath the closed eyelids. Making his decision, he moved forward to shake Yami's shoulder and wake him, only to meet a solid wall of resistance as
he came within a foot of the turbulent figure.
"What the . . ." he whispered. "Bakura!" The white haired man entered the room at a sprint from the living room
"What's going on?" the man asked, watching as Marik seemed to struggle against an invisible force towards Yami.
"I can't reach him . . . it's like there is a wall here!" Marik choked out. He was turning to face his friend when Yami cried out from behind him.
"No . . . Father, don't make me do this! I don't . . ." he shouted, before his voice fell into a whisper. "I don't want to hurt you!" Bakura exchanged a
glance with Marik at those words, concern and questions flashing behind both sets of eyes before they turned to try to think of a way to reach Yami and
wake him from his nightmare. They were startled when Yugi suddenly burst into the room behind them. The boy had been sound asleep on the couch with
Ryou when they'd last checked.
"Move!" he growled, the voice surprisingly commanding coming from such a short teenager. The two older men both responded to it instinctively,
stepping out of the way as the smaller version of Yami walked up to the wall . . . and stepped through it. Marik gaped in shock, even as Yugi crawled up
onto the bed to settle near his cousin's head, one hand reaching out to lightly caress a tanned cheek. "Yami . . ." he whispered, leaning down to murmur in
his older cousin's ear. "It's over . . . it's long over. They can't hurt you now . . . and you can't hurt them." He clasped one hand tightly in his own,
bringing it up to his own face to lay it against his cheek. "Relax Yami . . . I'm here now, and so are Bakura and Marik. Sleep easily . . . they can't hurt you
anymore." He murmured such comments over and over again, and slowly the figure in the bed began to relax and fall back into a deep, restful slumber.
Finally, the older man was sleeping peacefully again after several minutes. Yugi climbed off the bed carefully, motioning Marik and Bakura to follow him.
They made their way into the kitchen, where Yugi settled into a chair, followed closely by the two older men. He looked at toverover his folded hands, his
chin resting on his upturned palms as he considered them.
"I suppose," he said finally, "that you'll want to know what that was all about." He sighed, one small hand running roughly through hair so much like his
cousin's. "First though . . . what happened tonight? His powers got out of control, didn't they? I saw the bathroom . . . he did that?" Marik nodded, but it
was Bakura who spoke up.
"Yes . . . things got a little heated in there," he murmured. "He woke up afterwards and panicked . . . I thought we had it all settled though." Yugi nodded
before sitting back in his chair, his innocent face strangely solemn.
"You probably did . . . but that triggered what you saw in there," he said softly. "Yami has what the doctor's call selective amnesia. There are things in
his past that he has either consciously or unconsciously chosen to forget, but he can't block them out forever. Events like what happened earlier . . . and
the incident in the bar several years ago . . . bring those things back to the surface of his mind, especially while he's sleeping." The boy shifted slightly in
his seat, uncomfortable suddenly. He'd never told anyone what he knew of Yami's past . . . it was his cousin's business, after all. But Marik and Bakura,
if they were going to continue to be intimately involved with his cousin . . . and it looked like they were in it for the long haul . . . would need to know so
they could help Yami better deal with his own darkness.
"Look . . . what I'm about to tell you isn't something that everyone knows . . . not even Yami himself knows. I technically shouldn't know . . . but I
helped Yami clean out my bedroom when I first moved here, and I found certain . . . things. Psychiatric files mostly . . . but also personal diaries from
both his parents. I shouldn't have read them . . . I know that now, even as I knew it then . . . but Yami was such a mystery to me back then, and I wanted
to understand him better." He sighed, amethyst meeting chocolate and lavender over the expanse of the kitchen table. "Yami's parents didn't just subject
him to tests . . . they were the cause of his powers in the first place. When it came to light that Ariela . . . that's Yami's mother . . . was pregnant, they did
some things, some very wrong things. Her and Sebastian underwent a series of meetings and lab experiments . . . to change the unborn child's genetic
makeup." Bakura stared at Yugi in shock as Marik closed his eyes in pain while the slight teenager continued, his voice completely cold and emotionless.
"When Yami was born, they were disappointed . . . he was tiny, barely alive. The doctor's gave him a very low chance at survival . . . but somehow, he
did. But he was a normal child . . . there was nothing extraordinary about him in any way.
"It wasn't until he was about eight years old that his mentbilibilities came to light . . . completely by accident. One of his nurses reported that she had
watched him summon a toy to his side that was halfway across the room . . . and he seemed to be completely unconscious of having done it. Once
Yami's parents heard this, they began connecting other things together to form a stunning picture . . . their genetic tampering had worked after all. Things
breaking suddenly when the child was angry, strange winds picking up when he was extremely happy . . . it all suddenly made sense. And then there was
the strange way that he was able to finish people's sentences for them, or know who it was that had walked into the room behind him without turning to
see who it was . . . even when it was a perfect stranger. It all added up suddenly.
"Sebastian was the one who noted that it was strong emotion that brought these things out most fully in his son. He . . ." Yugi choked suddenly, blinking
to fight back tears before continuing, his voice hoarse. "He began beating Yami regularly for every little infraction, even imagined ones . . . just to force
Yami's abilities to the surface more often. It was his own form of training . . . and when it didn't work, he started sending Yami to all sort's of weird
psychos who claimed they knew what they were doing. But the damage had already been done. Yami was a smart child . . . he had learned quickly what
his father was doing, simply by noticing that his father always stopped the beatings when something happened with his abilities. He learned to hide them
after that . . . and learned to use them to protect himself when it became apparant that just hiding them wasn't enough.
"I found all of this in Sebastian's diary . . . Ariela's was surprisingly empty of any mention of her son. It was as if he didn't exist to her at all." Yugi
sighed, his breathe catching in his chest as he fought past his own emotions on the subject. He still remembered the absolute horror that had engulfed him
as he read those diaries . . . it was as clear and strong now as it had been back then. "Yami . . . was fifteen when his parents suddenly decided it was time
for them to put their 'weapon' to good use for them. They took him to a party . . . a social gathering of the high society, where a lot of their business
competitors were going to be. Yami was ecstatic . . . his parents were finally going to spend time with him, even if it was some stuffy party. He was
quickly disappointed when, once at the party, his parents ordered him into a corner . . . and forced him to read people's minds and dig out business
secrets. It was the single most humiliating and disgusting thing Yami had been forced to do up to that point. Now, I know this because I asked Yami about
it, in case you're wondering. He remembers all of this . . .up until the night his parent's died."
Bakura and Marik, sat frozen in shock as Yugi paused and stood up to get a drink, returning to the table slowly. Finally, Bakura found his voice.
"My god . . ." he whispered. "How could any parent do such a thing?"
"I've wondered that myself quite often," Yugi replied, before taking a sip of his soda and setting the can carefully onto the table. "But that's not the worst
of it . . . the worst of it is what Yami has deliberately forgotten. You see . . . Yami's parents died rather suddenly in what the police called a 'freak'
accident. But it wasn't an accident at all."
"What do you mean?" Marik murmured. Yugi sighed.
"You've got to promise me you'll never speak of this to anyone . . . especially not my cousin. He doesn't remember any of it . . . the onlasonason I know
is because I've pieced together a lot of fragmented clues. As far as he knows, his parents died in a car accident. That's what the doctor's told him . . .
and that's what he's believed for the past seven years." He paused to meet each of thier eyes until they nodded, consenting to his request. "Good. Now
then . . . Yami's sixteenth birthday. His parents had been trying, off and on since the party, to get Yami to bow to their wishes, which he steadfastly
refused. The night of Yami's birthday . . . Sebastian decided he'd had enough of his son's stubborn and 'unworthy' attitude. He made one last attempt to
force Yami's powers into full bloom . . . he dismissed all the servants for the night and cornered his son in the living room. From what I can gather there
was a great big argument that rapidly turned physical. . . and Yami lost control.
"The police say it was an electrical fire that started in the living room wall . . . but the house was virtually brand new, which is what baffled the specialists.
There were also strange wounds on the body of Sebastian that they later unburied from the rubble . . . wounds that could only have been made by flying
objects." The small teen sighed, his eyes on his soda. "Yami . . . was the only survivor. I've seen pictures of what was left of the mansion . . . it looked
like a cyclone and an earthquake had hit in simultaneously, as well as the fire that took it to the ground.
"Yami woke up in the hospital. The doctor's told him later that they had found him in a small corner of the living room . . . the only area of the house left
completely untouched by fire or disaster. He had been unconscious . . . and all attempts to wake him had been unsuccessful. They'd thought he was in a
coma . . . but there was no trauma anywhere that would have caused such a reaction. When the police questioned him, he had absolutely no memory of
the night . . . the last thing he remembered was going to his room after dinner to work on some homework he had for school the next day." Yugi paused
and gestured towards his cousin's room with one hand.
"What you saw in there . . . was some of the memories of that night resurfacing. It only happens when he's panicked . . . or when something has
happened with his powers that has scared him. In this case, what happened in the bathroom with the two of you."
"Why is it that you were able to get through that wall and we weren't?" Bakura asked. Yugi shrugged.
"Because it's something Yami and I set up," Yugi said finally. "Back when I first moved in, he was still suffering the occasional nightmare. After a
particularly bad one," he paused for a moment. "Okay . . . make that a REALLY bad one . . . he shook the whole house . . . he decided that there had to
be some way to wake him up, or at least calm him. We worked on it for a while until his mind would recognize my aura, even in the grip of a nightmare,
and wouldn't block me anymore. That's why I could get through the shield to him and you couldn't . . . it's a safety 'program' that we 'installed' in his
mind."
"It was a good idea," Marik murmured. He stood suddenly, pacing the kitchen in agitation, his hands shoved into his pockets. "How could anyone do that
to their own son? I mean . . . beyond the abuse, to go so far as to tamper with his genetics as if he was some sort of unborn lab animal?! My god . . . no
wonder he's so afraid of himself!"
"Yami doesn't know about the genetic tampering . . . I burned those diaries after I read them. It's something Yami doesn't need to know. He already
considers himself a freak . . . he hides it well, but that's what he believes. If he ever found out that his parents actually made him that way . . . I don't
know. I just don't think he could handle it. Hs a s a hard enough time dealing with what he can do . . . the last thing he needs to know is that he was
deliberately altered so that he could do them." Yugi stood and approached Marik slowly, startling the blonde when he wrapped his arms around the taller
boys waist and hugged him. "I know you both love my cousin very much to stick by him through this, which is why I'm telling you," he murmured,
turning his head to include Bakura in the comment. "I hope you can both help him . . .come to terms with it." Bakura stood and joined them, wrapping his
own arms around the smaller boy and lifting him off his feet in a surprising hug.
"Thank you for telling us," the white haired man murmured. "It helps to know that we didn't cause this . . . and I swear to you, Yugi . . . we're not going
anywhere. We'll help Yami with anything that comes up."
"Why do I feel suddenly left out?" Ryou murmured from the doorway, a soft smile gracing the boy's lips as he stood there gazing with soft brown eyes at
the threesome standing in the kitchen. Yugi squirmed free of Bakura and walked over to the boy, wrapping his arms around his love happily. Ryou
grinned, the slightly taller boy ruffling his friend's hair as he studied the two other men in the kitchen. He was still amazed as to how much he and Bakura
looked alike . . . of course, if that was the way he was g tog to look when he grew up, he would be one hell of a happy person.
"You're never left out, Ryou," Yugi murmured, raising himself up to plant a soft kiss on his love's lips. "Hey!" he said suddenly as he got an idea. "Why
don't we all go watch a movie while we wait for Yami to wake up? Mai and Joey let us borrow Underworld . . . it's supposed to be good movie." Bakura
and Marik nodded their agreement, although they both knew they weren't really going to be paying much attention to the movie. Yugi had given them both
a lot to think about.
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