Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh. Never have, never will.

Authors Note: This is my first shot at a Yugioh fic. I know some of the characters are going to be ooc, but there will be a reason for that later in the story.

/…/ Yugi thinking to Yami

//…// Yami thinking to Yugi

'…' Character thoughts.

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School couldn't be over quick enough for Yugi. Normally, he liked being there, learning about ancient civilizations, how the world ran, and all the other topics that high school deemed necessary for a student to learn. Today however, Yugi wanted to get far away and never come back. It wasn't because the endless teasing or demands for money, oh no it was far worse than that.

'Finally' thought Yugi as the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. He grabbed his books and shoved them carelessly into his backpack. Swinging the bag onto his shoulder, he started for the door.

"Hey Yugi, wait up!" shouted Joey, running to catch up with him. "What's the hurry Yug? I have never seen you so eager to leave school. You're almost starting to act like me."

"Which isn't a compliment at all Yugi, I wouldn't take that from him." Tristan added, coming up behind the duo.

Yugi gave a small smile, but said nothing.

Joey glanced Tristan, who just shrugged. "Is something the matter Yugi?"

"No Joey, I am ok. But I need to get back to the shop. I..I..I have to help Grandpa with something. I'll see you later." He took off running before either of his friends could reply.

"Well that was strange."

"You're telling me Tristan. Do you think something is wrong, I mean seriously wrong?"

"I don't think so, he would have told us if something was bothering him. And if not us, Yami."

"Yeah, you're right, but I can't help thinking something is wrong. I could have sworn when he said he had to leave that there were tears in his eyes."

"Do you think someone is threatening him again?"

"Nah, it was probably just my imagination."

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Yugi ran the streets of Domino City, Millennium Puzzle smacking him in the chest the whole way. He couldn't slow down though, if he did, then he remembered and he didn't want that. The tears that were collecting in his eyes were threatening to overflow. 'Can't cry, I won't let this upset me. Everything will be okay.' Even as he thought that, he knew that it wouldn't. A single tear cascaded down his face. Then another and another.

Finally, he reached his destination. Pushing open the door, he mumbled a quick hello to his Grandfather and ran to his room, shutting the door with a soft click. Sighing to himself, he took the puzzle off from around his neck and placed it carefully on his dresser.

//Are you okay aibou?//

/Fine Yami. Nothing is wrong./

//Liar. You know you can tell anything right?//

/Yes, but there is nothing either one of us can do about this./

//What's that supposed to mean?//

Breaking the link, Yugi walked out of the room, paper in hand. He didn't know how to answer Yami's question, or even if he could. But he knew of one thing that could answer the questions he has swarming in his head. All he had to do was find that book.

Mere seconds after Yugi left his room, Yami appeared from his Soul Room. He could sense the apprehension that his light was carrying. The feeling has started in school and no matter how hard Yami tried, he couldn't get Yugi to shed any light on why he was feeling that way. Well, no longer was he going to take no or nothing for an answer. Yugi was hurting, and Yami had made a promise long ago that when he was around, nothing would harm Yugi.

Yami found Yugi a couple of minutes later seated on the couch in the TV room looking at a book. He sat down next to Yugi and took a closer look at the object. It wasn't a book as he previously assumed, but rather a photo album. Inside contained pictures of his aibou from when he was a baby to present day. Yami couldn't help but chuckle at the photo of when Yugi was a baby, wearing a bowl of applesauce on his head, with the applesauce dripping down his face.

"You were a cute baby."

If Yugi heard Yami, he didn't acknowledge it. Instead he appeared to be concentrating on the people in the pictures, searching as if.

Yami took his hands and placed them under Yugi's chin and turn Yugi to face him. Only then, did he see the crystalline tears streaming down his face.

"What's wrong Yugi? And don't say nothing this time. Something is serious eating you up and I want to help. But I can't do that until you tell me what is bothering you."

"This."

Yami took the piece of paper from Yugi's hand. Skimming the paper over, he instantly saw the problem. "You have to write a paper on your family history?"

"Yes. And it is really going to be hard for me since I don't know who my parents were. I never knew them and Grandpa doesn't talk about them either. I think it is too painful for him. So I thought maybe there was pictures of them somewhere, but theirs is nothing!" Yugi sobbed.

Yami gathered the crying boy into his arms, whispering comforting words into his ear and rocking him gently.

"And that is why I was so upset today in school as well. All I could think about was this stupid project. I mean, every other kid knows who they're parents are. But me? I don't even know their names, history, whether I have cousins out there or anything. It has always been just Grandpa and me. I guess you now too."

"You mean you don't even know your own parent's names?" Yami exclaimed in shock. He even remembered his mother's name, and she died giving birth to him.

"Nope, I have no idea. I don't even have a memory or feeling about them. It is like they never really existed. But how do I explain that in my report? That I don't even know who my parents were, and more importantly, who I am?"

"But aibou, you do know who you are."

"Not in that sense, but how I got here, whom I take after, and who I look like. I know that seems trivial, but I don't know. Most people shrug it off as nothing, but to me, it is something. It's part of me, my history. You know?"

Yami nodded. Never did he imagine that Yugi was this upset about not knowing about his parents. Of course, he thought Yugi had some type of recollection of them, a feeling at least. But to know nothing at all, not even their names, he could understand Yugi's distress.

"How about this Yugi. After Grandpa closes up shop, we ask him together about your parents?"

Yugi lifted his head off Yami's shoulder. "You would do that for me?"

"Of course" 'That and a lot more. You are very special to me Yugi, far more than you will ever know.'

"Thanks Yami."

"You're welcome. Now how about you start your other homework so tonight we can talk?"

Yugi nodded and ran out of the room, feeling a little happier than he did before.

Yami remained on the couch, head in his hands. His blond hair fell in front of his face, but he made no effort to move the strands. Yugi's outburst about his parents had made him think of his own past. Visions bombard him from his time in Egypt. Closing his eyes, Yami hoped to block the memories, but instead a tear of his own escaped, roll down his normally hard face. Pushing himself off the couch, he went back to his and Yugi's room. There, he reentered his soul room.

"Now where did I put them?"

Striding over to the large shelf, he opened a large box grabbed 3 scrolls that were inside. 'I know I promised myself that I wouldn't look at these ever again, that the past is gone and I can't return to it, but I have to see him again.'

The first scroll was a sketch of him as Pharaoh.

The second was one of him and his High Priests.

Finally, the third scroll was the one he was looking for. This one was a colored sketch of him, holding an infant in his arms.

Yami stared at the picture for hours. Eyes never wavering from the baby. "You're not the only one who misses your family Yugi."


Author's Note: So who are Yugi's parent? And who was that baby in the sketch with Yami? I have no idea either. ::lol:: Please Review! No flames though.