Okay, I could have done this two ways. First, because in YGO Yami is the spirit inside Yugi, I thought that perhaps he could have been Wandered being put inside Yugi (Melanie). BUUUUUUUT! I figured that Yugi was alot more like Wanderer personality wise, so he fit her role better. ^^
And same with Yami. ;D
So yeah, enjoy the second chapter. ^^
Wow I think this is my fastest update EVAR. O.O

I was aware of voices. Murmured in conversation.
"I'm afraid it's too much for him," said one, which I could pick out as male.
"He did scream only once," said another, a female this time.
The man replied, "I know. He is very strong."
"I'm sure he'll be fine, just as I told you."
There was a hint of sarcasm in the man's voice, "Maybe you were meant to be a Healer, like me."
The woman laughed, "I doubt it. Seekers prefer a different kind of diagnosis."

That word. The name Seeker. It sent fear into my blood. Though I had nothing to fear in them.

The two continued. The man still had that hint of annoyance in his tone, and to this body, an argument – if that was what I could call it – was nothing unordinary. He was used to it. I was not.

"One human - alone and unarmed. Such a threat!"
The woman sighed. "But where did he come from?"
"That isn't my problem," said the man, "My job is to help this soul adapt to his new host."
It was only then when I realized that I was the subject they were speaking of. Soul. My true title.

"When will he respond?" asked the woman in a whisper.
"When he's ready," the man replied.
"He did well with the first memory," the woman admitted, and thankfully her tone was reassuring. "I think, from all I know of this one, he would accept the challenge if there had been a way to ask him. What do you call him?"
The woman waited until the man replied.
"Yugi."
"Interesting," the woman commented.
"Well, he won't take the human name," the man muttered. "He'll need more comfort than most, thanks to your style of Seeking."

There were sounds, and when the woman spoke again she was far away from the man, in the distance. "You would have reacted poorly to the early days of this occupation."
Again, they spoke this way to each other, each without amusement and sometimes a slight sarcasm hinted into their voices.
For the first time I realized where I was. A healing facility, recovering from my hosts past trauma. Unusually awful trauma. It seemed they had healed the body well, since one that was not would have been disposed of.
Hearing the discussion between the Healer and the Seeker, I knew their accusations and retorts were very out of character for our kind. Somewhat aggressive toward the other.

I wondered if the rumours I had heard could have been true. Through the thoughts between my past host species. The...
I knew we had a name, but it had completely slipped my mind. In that life, we were connected. We spoke in thoughts, which was an advantage when lodged into the soil below.
We lived on the floor of a wide ocean that covered the entire land, but the name of the world was a mystery too. We had a thousand eyes on each of our one hundred arms, so there was no sight undetected by us.
I could describe the kind, but the name – vanished.
With our thoughts for communication, there was no way we could lie to one another, and to feed off our boredom, we told stories. Thinking of Earth and all its wars and violence. Sometimes we felt excitement rather than the horror most would have.
There were rumours of one thing in particular. Stories of the human hosts that were stronger than others, and then the souls would have to abandon them. Their minds could not be suppressed.
This sounded as though it were the Healer's accusation.
Though I began to think he was speaking of the distaste toward the Seeker's job, one that not many followed. They did not want to track down new hosts – as the Seeker's did. It was believed that only the lesser, inexperienced souls would choose this sort of Calling.

I would do my best to help the Seeker. Good citizenship was quintessential to every soul, and it was easy to imagine her questions.
I waited for a while. I was somewhat afraid. The Seeker's information would have to be discovered through the awful memories of my host. But it was what I'd heard before, his voice, another part of him that should now just be another memory.

With a deep breath, I charged right through the memories, skipping past the end and this way it would not astound me as much as it had. This way it was fast and over quickly.
The less alarming thoughts were easier. I rushed through, seeking through to the answers I needed. My host was once seeking something of his own. A member of his family. His cousin. He hoped there were more like him.
As I searched deeper into this, everything came slower and I wondered, was this lost in his trauma? Forgotten? It seemed strange though. I was awake – I could feel it. I tried again to find a clearer response. He wanted to find... Joey. They'd...
Nothing. My mind was blank at these thoughts. It was as though what I wanted had vanished. Been erased and deleted.

I felt a horrid anger shoot through me, thick and fiery, tearing through my body. I gasped at my reaction. It was extremely unexpected. In all my lives I had never felt such a force, even though I had been warned of these human outbursts.

I heard a faint shuffle and the Seekers footsteps approaching. Something must have triggered her ears, and I waited.

"Welcome to Earth, Yugi."