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I
guess I wasn�t clear enough on this in the first chapter.

UNLIKE
MY OTHER FICS THIS IS A DARK FIC! IF YOU DO NOT LIKE � SHOO!! YOU HAVE NO
BUSINESS HERE.

I
will have a somewhat happy ending on this one as well as my others � I will
just make the boys work a little harder for it. Can�t stand
angst fics with sob worthy endings. I get
enough of that in my life right now.

To
YamiYugi � I think you would be a little happier with
some of the AFF fics from Moondalian,
or Lechan, or Usagiloveduochan,
or Wicabeth. Do not lump all AFF fics
in with this one. And please don�t expect me to write a happy go lucky fic. My world doesn�t work that way.

To everyone else. *blinks* Thank you.
I�m amazed that I haven�t lost any of my usual readers. You guys are great!!

Day
1:

�Okay,
here�s what I need you to do. Ryou�you take the south side. I want these
posters up everywhere. Take Bakura with you. Jou�you need to go down by the
park, take the flyers, and hand them to everyone you see�� Solomon�s hands
shook as he handed out assignments, as well as the posters with Yugi�s latest
school picture on them, to all of the people that had volunteered to look for
the missing teen.

Atemu
was sitting on the couch in his pajamas, the wrist band from the hospital still
attached around his arm, literally seething. He didn�t understand why he wasn�t
allowed to go with the rest of the gang and search for his Aibou.

What
did it matter that he had passed out on the sidewalk the day before? It wasn�t
his life at stake. The irritated teen gave a dark glare at the old man as
Solomon continued to give out instructions to the group of friends, his foot
twitching in irritation. This was his little one they were talking about! He
should be out there searching as well. He wasn�t an invalid!

Once
word got out that Yugi was missing, and presumed kidnapped, the game shop was
swamped with well wishers and people volunteering to help search, many of them
strangers � parents of other children. The cops had put out an alert as soon as
Atemu was found; clutching tightly to the last piece of clothing that the boy
had been seen wearing. A city wide search was under way at the moment.

But
Atemu was not allowed to take part in it, doctor�s orders - enforced by
Solomon...

�Anzu, could you keep Atemu company?
I�m going out too. I don�t want him moving so much as a toe off that couch.�
Solomon leveled a dark glare at the defiant teen on the couch before heading
out to look for his grandson, gaining a glare in return from the aggravated
teen.

Hacking
a couple of times, Atemu waited until the old man was down the drive before
hoisting himself carefully up off the couch. His arms still hurt from where
they had attempted to find a vein suitable for an IV the night before. He
calmly walked upstairs to grab some clothes before heading out, to find that
all of his clothes were missing. Running back down the stairs as fast as he
could without stumbling, he found Anzu waiting in the
living room, answering the question before he voiced it.

�He
locked them up in the study if you must know.�

Atemu
grunted, before turning his back on the girl to get his boots on. Didn�t the
old man realize that that wasn�t going to stop him from looking for his Aibou?
So what if he was traipsing all over town in his pajamas? It didn�t matter to
him one bit if other people thought he was weird. The only thing that mattered
was his Aibou�his little one.

�You
just got back from the hospital! Do you want to make things worse?�

Atemu
didn�t comment, continuing to slip his foot into his other boot. Once he had
them on, he stalked to the door.

Realizing
that nothing she said was going to stop her friend from doing whatever it was
that he planned on doing, Anzu huffed �Fine, it�s on
your head if you get even sicker than you already are�so don�t even say I
didn�t warn you. But at least take a jacket this time!�

Atemu
just grunted as he opened the door, pulling his jacket off the rack next to the
door and shoving his arms through the sleeves.

�So
where are we going anyways?�

At
that comment, the dark teen turned around and gave an ill tempered glare to the
girl that he had, until recently, thought to have stolen his Aibou�s heart. �I am going to find my Aibou.�

The
brunette calmly stared back at him. �Well then I guess I�m going with you. Mr.
Motou said to keep you company � so wherever you go, I go. Get it.�

�Fine. Then you best be
able to keep up. I�ll not wait for you.� Atemu shrugged as he stepped out onto
the sidewalk, looking both ways before deciding to head into the city. He
hadn�t had a chance to check there yesterday.

Just
one clue - that was all he needed. If only the mind link was still working. But
the gods had taken that away from them when they granted Atemu another life. It
didn�t matter, though. He would find his little one. He would. And when he did,
there had better be nothing wrong with the boy, or someone would be paying with
their very life!

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31
days:

�Merry
Christmas...� Jou smiled halfheartedly. �We�uh, thought we�d stop by for a
while.�

�Come
in, come in.� Solomon quickly ushered the shivering group out of the cold and
into the warm house, giving a tearful smile in response. The old man wasn�t
expecting company so early in the morning. It was still dark out and he was
still in his pajamas. He had given up on sleep a couple of hours ago,
preferring to read the paper as he sat in his favorite chair. Until the
doorbell rang, that is.

As
they shook off the snow that had fallen on their clothing, the group of friends
looked around the Motou house. Something was missing, other than Yugi � who had
still not been heard from. The house was unnaturally silent. And no one had
bothered decorating, from what they could see.

�Where�s
Atemu?�� Ryou finally figured out what
was wrong with the picture as he carefully placed his presents to the family on
the table in the hall.

It
was very rare for the former spirit not to make an appearance when he stopped
by, which he did almost daily. The dark teen was usually on his way out the door,
or just returning from yet another failed search for his missing Aibou, the
look on his face desolate. It tore at the small white haired teen�s heart to
see someone so inconsolable. Ryou just hoped that what he had planned wouldn�t
backfire.

��Yeah,
where is that miserable bastard?� Bakura questioned, craning his neck to look
into the living room for his rival.

Ryou
elbowed his darkness in the stomach, giving him a glare. Marik snickered under
his breath, just barely escaping his light half�s notice as Malik glared at the
white haired darkness. Their denseness when it came to seeing past the
diminutive Pharaoh�s haughty, defensive shield was astounding.

The
smaller white haired teen couldn�t count how many times he had tried to tell
them that it was not Atemu�s fault they were trapped in their Millennium items.
It was time they realized it for themselves.

�Now
see here�� Solomon started, incensed.

�Be
nice!� Anzu finished the thought that was on all
their minds as Jou and Honda glared ice at the older white haired teen,
debating whether or not to dump him back outside in the snow. �We came over
here to wish everyone a Merry Christmas!�

Bakura
threw up his hands. �Okay, okay�I�ll keep my comments to myself. Sheesh!�

�Atemu�s
upstairs sleeping. He was out until early this morning, following up on a tip
that was called in to the game shop, instead of the police. I�m worried about
him right now. He�s so sick, but he just won�t slow down and take care of
himself. I don�t know what to do with him. If he doesn�t quit soon�I don�t want
to lose him too!� Solomon put a frail hand over his face to hide the tears that
were beginning to form in his eyes.

In
the weeks since his grandson�s disappearance, the elder Motou had really began
to look his age, his face had sunken in, the skin on his hands sagging to cover
his lost weight. He didn�t want to lose the only other person in his life. But
he was at a loss as to what to do to help the dark teen.

If
he could bring Yugi back, he would in a second. But until they had a clue as to
where to look for the boy, there was nothing he could do. To watch the former
Pharaoh kill himself trying to find the boy was only making matters worse.

Ryou
took the old man�s frail arm and led him into the living room as he called out
directions to the rest of the group. �That�s why we�re here. We�ll take care of
him. Why don�t you rest for a few minutes Mr. Motou? Anzu,
Honda � I need your help in the kitchen. Bakura�Marik, why don�t you go and
wake Atemu so he can help?�

Anzu and Honda called out an okay as they
made their way towards the kitchen, trusting the white haired youth to know how
to handle informing the old man of their plans. This was something the group
had been planning for the last two weeks. A way to give back to the old man who
had welcomed them into his small family, treating them with as much love and
care as he would his only grandson.

The
two trouble making dark halves nodded only once before making their way
silently up the stairs with twin grins on their faces, wanting the element of
surprise on their side when confronting their rival. Maybe they could have a
bit of fun with him before anyone became the wiser!

�Help
with what?� Solomon asked, confused.

�Christmas dinner of course. You guys are still family.� Ryou bit
his lip as the tears came to his eyes at the look of awe in the old man�s faded
amethyst eyes. �You didn�t think we would just forget about you, did you?�

�I�I�
Solomon was at a loss as to what to say to the offer. Grateful tears spilled
down his face as Ryou led him to the couch and helped him to sit, piling the
pillows behind his back.

The
small teen patted his hand gently, nodding to Jou and Malik to sit in the
chairs facing the couch. �Don�t worry about Atemu. Hopefully, if what I have
planned works, not only will he be okay, but the other two will finally see him
as another person�not an enemy.�

Malik
had some misgivings about his soft hearted friend�s well laid plan, as he
settled into the comfortable chair, but he was willing to give it a shot. He
and Jou sat down and engaged Yugi�s grandfather in conversation as Ryou left
them alone to help in the kitchen.

Their
whole plan was to give the old man a sense of normalcy in this time of tragedy.
And maybe knock some sense into the former spirit that the man thought of as
another grandson�

�Man
this is bullshit!� Marik hissed to his partner in crime as they walked towards
the closed bedroom. �If those shit heads think we�re all just gonna suddenly
become friends then they�ve got another thing coming!�

�Just
shut up and let me listen.� Bakura held his ear to the door for a moment before
grinning evilly. �If the little snot�s asleep I say we give him a blanket party
to help him start the day. Spoiled little brat, thinking he�s gonna sleep in
when the rest of us have to be up at the butt-crack of dawn!�

Marik
grinned back, showing a row of even, white teeth. They could probably exact
some payback from the little bastard before anyone even knew about it.

Ever
so slowly, the white haired thief opened the door to Atemu�s room. He glanced
inside the room expecting to find the former Pharaoh curled up on the bed,
huddled comfortably inside a mound of blankets - sleeping peacefully,
regardless of his light�s disappearance. But what he found was almost shocking
to him.

Atemu
was curled up on his knees on the floor by the window, his head resting in the
crook of the arm that was lying on the cold sill. Fresh tears glistened in the
glow of the moonlight that spilled in through the open curtains. Every once in
a while his body would shake with the force of trying to suppress a coughing
fit, only to end in a quiet sob.

But
what was most disturbing to the white haired teen was the way that the other
teen�s normally tight clothes hung loosely off his gaunt frame. The paleness of
the once caramel colored skin making him appear almost
spirit-like.

This
was not the arrogant, high handed Pharaoh that Bakura thought he knew. The
boy-king who had everything he wanted at his beck and call, the one who he
believed had callously ordered the death of an entire village with no thought
of remorse.

The
person who was lying before him was nothing but a shell of his former self. The
white haired thief had always thought Atemu too self centered to care about
anyone else. Maybe he was wrong�

�Jesus
Christ!� Marik hissed as he caught a glimpse of the broken teen. �What the fuck
happened?�

�What
the fuck do you think happened�dumb ass?� Bakura hissed back. �He lost his
light. I didn�t think it would matter. Fuckin�
Ryou�he knew. He knew and he didn�t warn me. Screw this.�

The
white haired thief stomped over to where Atemu was curled up by the window.
He�d be damned if he would let this change how he thought of the younger teen.
The noise he was making startled the former Pharaoh into waking, but not fast
enough to prevent what took place next.

Hauling
the tricolor haired teen up by his collar, Bakura took a hefty swing, knocking
him back a couple of paces and almost landing him on the floor. But Atemu was
able to keep his balance � just barely. He clenched his fists and glared white
hot rage at the duo.

�Bakura!� He spat ��and Marik, figures.�

This
was just what he needed. Between the lingering sickness, and his worry over
Yugi�s whereabouts, Atemu had almost no energy left, but he would be damned if
he would give his rivals something to gloat about by falling at their feet. He
had long ago given up trying to figure out why they held a grudge against him
in the first place. And he had not the time or the patience to deal with them
now.

Turning
his back on the two people in his room, Atemu set to gathering up the gear he
would need for another day of searching. A bout of coughing almost brought him
to his knees, but he refused to give in to it, knowing full well that it would
give the two people in his room more reason to call him weak. He didn�t need
this, not on top of everything else that was going wrong.

Bakura
was completely speechless when his rival refused to raise his fists, instead
turning his back and ignoring him completely. He was expecting the other to
fight back, like before.

The
former thief had run up against the diminutive but powerful Pharaoh twice in
their past life, both times when the royal teen had escaped his guards, each of
them looking for an outlet for their aggression. And he had come out the loser
both times in their physical battles. For Atemu to ignore him like that,
especially after Bakura started it, there was something seriously wrong.

�Oh hell no! You are not just going to ignore me
like that!� Bakura reached out to grab a hold of Atemu�s shirt, intending to
drag the other around to face him.

Atemu
spun around swiftly, snatching Bakura�s hand just shy
of its target and squeezing painfully, letting the other know in no uncertain
terms that he was not to be messed with.

�Leave.
Me. Alone!� He hissed, his scarlet eyes flashing
dangerously.

And
then Atemu let go, heading for the door.

Marik
stepped in front of the trapped teen and folded his arms across his chest,
allowing Bakura time to restore feeling to his injured hand. �Where do you
think you�re going?�

Not
in the mood for the exchange, Atemu silently turned on his heel and headed
towards the window. It wasn�t that he didn�t have some pent up aggression that
needed to be released; he just didn�t have time for this nonsense. There were
more important matters that needed tending to. Like finding
his Aibou. And now that he was awake, that was exactly what he intended
to do. He exhaled loudly when his way was, once again, blocked by Bakura.

�You�re
not leaving.� The white haired teen stated plainly.

Atemu
snorted. �The hell I�m not.�

Taking
a step around the thief, he started towards the window again. It would take
more then those two trouble makers to stop him from leaving the house.

Bakura
snatched him back by his arm, throwing him into the wall and pinning him
against it. �I said you�re not leaving.�

Atemu
struggled against the larger teen�s hold, trying to shake him off. �Who died
and made you god? Get. Off. Me!�

Atemu
attempted to shrug the other off, Bakura barely managing to hold on. The two
struggled against each other as Marik stood in the background, barely able to
contain his mirth. It was apparent from the start who
was the stronger. The former Pharaoh was not in the condition to fight;
sickness and worry sapping what little strength he had. But the smaller teen
still had some fight left in him and he used it.

�Let
me go! I need to find�my Aibou!� Atemu�s voice cracked under the strain, and
tears flooded his eyes. He struggled weakly against Bakura�s
grasp, fighting for one last chance at freedom, his strength fading rapidly.

Sensing
weakness, the white haired thief took the other to the ground, not letting go.
He pulled the broken teen into his lap, restraining his arms by wrapping them
around his chest. Atemu fought the hold, but it was apparent that he wasn�t
going anywhere. Bakura just held tight until the last of the smaller teen�s
strength left him.

�Damn
it, you�re supposed to be the smart one! What the hell?! What�s going to happen
to Yugi if he comes home to see you the way you are?� He shook the smaller teen
violently.

�H-he�s
not�he�s not coming�home!� Atemu finally voiced his fears.

�Bullshit!!!�
Marik roared.

As
much distain as the two former spirits held for Atemu, they both looked kindly
on his smaller double. The small tricolor haired boy had fought long and hard
for their return from the afterlife, telling the gods that everyone deserved a
second chance. Yes, Atemu had added his assent to the boy�s theory. But it was mostly
Yugi who had fought on their behalf. And the two of them would always be
grateful to him for what he had done.

Bakura
turned Atemu�s face to his, pulling his hair slightly when the other tried to
turn away, to snap. �Don�t you dare think that! The midget
will be found. And he�s gonna need your help! Do you hear me?! So pull yourself
together.�

No
sooner had he spoken those words aloud, and Atemu lost what was left of his
legendary control, dissolving into a trembling, sobbing mess. The sight brought
tears to the white haired thief�s eyes. How could he hate someone so broken?
Not when he remembered that awful feeling even now, after three millennia. And
all this time he had thought Atemu to be cold and without emotion. Maybe it was
time to admit he was wrong?

In
a softer tone, as he held the devastated teen on his lap, Bakura said �Ryou�s an ass�he knew this would happen.�

�Khe, going
soft? I didn�t know you
had it in you!� Marik chuckled.

The
blonde was still unconvinced. How could he not be? After all, it was Atemu�s
fault that they were trapped in their Millennium items. The former Pharaoh was
nothing more than a spoiled little brat who couldn�t admit he�d done wrong.

�Shut
it ass wipe! How do you think you would feel if you lost your light?�

That
comment took the wind out of Marik�s sails. Slumping
to the floor next to his sometimes friend and the one he�d always thought of as
his enemy, Marik grumbled �I would disembowel anyone who dared touch my light!�

�Exactly.� Bakura responded quietly, holding
Atemu�s unconscious form. The former Pharaoh had used what little strength he
had left trying to fight off Bakura, and it hadn�t taken long after that for
him to succumb to his exhaustion.

The
teen in his lap weighed nearly nothing, a testament to all the strain and
stress that he was going through. And, if Bakura really thought about it, he
would probably be just as broken if someone took Ryou from him.

The
white haired thief knew that to be the truth from the time when Ryou
voluntarily took a vacation from him, and subsequently he went crazy trying to
find the boy. He vowed to help his former nemesis in his quest for his missing
partner. After all, the other would do the same for him, and had before, even
though they always hated each other with a passion.

Suddenly
there seemed to be something glaringly wrong with his theory of how they ended
up trapped within their items and maybe even who had ordered the sacrifice of
his village. It was very doubtful that whoever had trapped them in the first place
would ever offer to help them out - even if it was in another lifetime.

�You
don�t think Ryou was telling the truth when he blamed Akunadin
for the rituals, do you?� Bakura looked over at Marik with a horrified
expression.

Thinking
back to all the times that they had tortured the former Pharaoh thinking he was
the guilty party, Marik looked back with wide eyes. �Gods I
hope not�I don�t know.�

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Halfway
through the morning, the doorbell rang again. This time Jou ran to answer it,
not even giving Solomon the chance to pull himself off the couch.

�Motou
residence�oh, it�s you.� Jou said flatly, sorely tempted to shut the door in
the other teen�s face.

�Just
get out of my way,� Seto Kaiba pushed his way past the blonde teen and into the
house, Mokuba trailing at his heels. �Where�s Mr. Motou?�

The
tall blonde pointed towards the living room, mumbling under his breath. �Just gimme a reason asshole��

Seto
ignored the blonde, taking off his coat and boots as the small dark haired boy
beside him practically bounced out of his extra layer of clothing and ran into
the living room. The tall teen followed his brother into the room at a more
sedate pace.

Mokuba
stopped shy of the couch and took a good look at the tired old man leaning
against the arm of the couch. �Mr�Mr. Motou�have you�?�

The
small boy may have been left out of most of the conversations, but he was far
from stupid. He knew there was something wrong. But no one would answer his
questions. All he knew was that the first true friend that he had ever made was
missing. And not even his big brother could do a thing about it. That much he
had gathered from listening in on his brother�s phone conversations.

�Come
here Mokuba.� Solomon patted that worn blue couch next to where he was sitting.

Hesitantly,
the twelve year old crawled up onto the couch only to have the old man hoist
him into his lap. �What have you heard about Yugi�s disappearance?�

Tears
filled the boy�s grey eyes as he explained all that he understood. �Only�only
that he�s gone�and everyone�s so worried�and no one wants to tell me anything��

Solomon
held the boy close as tears fell from his eyes. He glanced over at the boy�s
older brother for permission before gently grasping Mokuba�s
chin and lifting the boy�s face to his.

�Yes,
he�s missing. And the reason that no one is telling you anything is that no one
knows anything right now. I know it�s hard to understand. But you need to be
patient.�

�But
how�is he gone? He didn�t just disappear, did he?� Mokuba hiccupped.

�No
Mokuba. He didn�t. Someone took him.� Seto answered the question bitterly, his
nails digging into his palms hard enough to draw blood. �And I�ve hit a wall.
No one seems to know anything. Even with the proper
persuasion.�

Solomon
was about to reprimand the older teen for his use of�unusual techniques when
two people entered the room, one holding an unconscious Atemu. �What the
hell�?� He stood up suddenly, placing Mokuba on the seat beside him.

�We�re
taking him into the hospital. His breathing isn�t right.� Bakura commented
remorsefully. �He needs to be seen.�

The
comment brought more tears to Mokuba�s eyes as the
boy clung to Solomon. �Shhh, its
okay. Alright boys, please make sure he�s okay. And then get back here
safely.�

With
a dark look at Ryou, who had just walked in from the kitchen, Bakura, with
Marik tagging along behind him, made his way out the door and into the snow.

Kaiba
followed after the duo, offering the use of his limousine to escort them to the
hospital. The offer was greatly appreciated, as the two former spirits settled
into the warm leather seats, bracing themselves as the driver tore off down the
road at an alarming pace.

Then
the blue eyed teen found himself back in the living
room with the others, standing off to the side of the room. If it hadn�t been
for his brother�s persistence, he wouldn�t even be here. He felt uncomfortable
around the group of friends that apparently knew the Motous
well enough to invade their house at an ungodly hour just to make dinner. He
truly didn�t belong here.

Well,
at least the trip had been worth it. Mokuba got to spend the day with the group
that he considered friends. And he�well he got the chance to see Jou. The
blonde teen had been haunting his dreams ever since their last duel in the Battle City.

The
boy�s blatant refusal to give up - to give in -
intrigued him. Seto saw a lot of himself in those determined brown eyes. And
the more he looked at the blonde, the more he liked. It was just too bad that
they would always be enemies. If only he could have been the one to find Yugi�

�You
can sit down Kaiba. No one�s gonna bite.� Jou�s
sarcastic comment snapped Seto out of his memories.

�I�m
fine where I am.� The brunette replied, the comment causing the blonde to roll
his eyes.

�Whatever.
You just keep tellin� yourself that.� Jou started to
walk away.

Seto humphed,
speaking quietly, almost to himself. �I can�t find him�I have no idea where he is or who has
him.�

Hearing
the whispered comment the blonde whirled around to face the other teen, his
eyes narrowed. �And no one�s gonna blame you for that! You�re not the Amazing Kreskin! You don�t know it all, and no one expects that
here�so don�t go blamin� yourself for not knowin�. None of us knows either, why should we expect you
to?�

�But
I should know! What good is all this money�all this power if I can�t use it to
do this one simple little task?� Seto shot back, angry at himself for even
opening up his fear in front of the other.

�It�s
what we�ve been tryin� to tell ya
all along. Money and power mean nothin�. You see that
in there?� Jou pointed into the other room, where Mokuba was chatting excitedly
with Solomon and Malik. They seemed to have forgotten their sorrows for the
moment, in favor of talking about the newest game on the market. �That�s what havin� family and friends is all about. Even your brother
knows this. Until you get it through that thick head of yours, you�re always
going to be on the outside lookin� in. Think about
it, would ya?�

Jou
stalked away, joining the group over by the couch to add his comments. As he
watched the group interact, the icy brunette began to think about what he had
been told. All his life had been centered on being the richest, the most
powerful. It had been drilled into his head from the time he was little. But if
that wasn�t what counted�then what did?

I
don�t own shit!!!!

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review � unless you are going to flame for everyone�s stories. And then those
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