His body felt heavy, very lethargic with sleep and lots of energy spent. He felt satisfied for the first time in years. A deep satisfaction that had washed over him, different from other times he'd experienced orgasms with other people. This one had been special. It was odd though, seeing as how it had all been a dream. He could remember it so vividly. Sometimes it happened. Sometimes he could remember Atem's smiling face, sometimes he had dreams of them together.

None of them had ever been as potent as the one he'd just experienced, though.

Violet eyes blinked open as a loud roar of thunder broke him from sleep. He sat up, stretching his muscles with a soft groan. The dream came flooding back. He'd been out dueling, carrying on the legendary title of King of Games- not only for himself, but keeping Atem's memory alive. Some days it was worse than others. He had a terrible separation anxiety. He had ever since they'd left Egypt. But he knew Atem would have wanted him to be strong.

Some days he just couldn't.

It didn't help that he'd grown up almost identical looking to his former other self. Some days his blond bangs would stick straight up in those signature lightning bolt shapes Atem was proudly known for. Crimson eyes, however... those were helped with the aid of contact lenses.

He remembered seeing Atem walk up the path to the shop just like every other dream. He'd taken the lenses out hastily, hurting his eyes, making them water. Then he'd turned the tap on and run his wet hands through his hair to bring his bangs back down. He wanted to be every bit the partner Atem remembered, not a mirror. Only for him.

Seeing that man standing there had felt surreal. It always did in his dreams. Something about this particular dream had felt so real, though... The more he reflected on it the more he felt like-

And the room smelled of sex.

...but there was no way that...

No. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. A dream. Atem was never coming back. He was just experiencing a hard bout of loneliness and depression today. Yes, that's what it had to have been. His hands picked up the phone by the bed and dialed a familiar number. He wondered what Atem would think if he knew.

Two and a half rings before an abrupt answer. "I don't have time for any more of your games, Yuugi." Kaiba sounded very, very angry.

He was used to ire from the CEO but this was a little too much. "What's the matter?"

"I just said I don't have time for this bullshit. Whatever it is you want is not my business anymore."

He stood without realizing it. "What are you talking about?" His voice was slightly panicked. Why was Kaiba ousting him so suddenly?

"Now you've conveniently forgotten your trip to my office like that will fix things? Well it won't. Don't call this number again." Yet despite that, Kaiba hadn't hung up as immediately as he might have liked.

It gave Yuugi enough time to come to a sick realization. "That can't be right..."

"Memory isn't as bad as your former master's anymore?" The tone was absolutely full of loathing.

"Kaiba tell me what happened."

"I said I don't-"

"Kaiba please!"

Usually the brunet wasn't one to give in to begging. Especially so when he was as pissed off as he was. But something wasn't right here, and the last thing he wanted to do was leave this little mystery unsolved. He'd remind Yuugi of his shame and then call it quits. This had been a mistake anyway. A giant foolish mistake.

So he recounted the younger's trip to his office, their rough fuck, and him getting thrown out. Yuugi had been silent through it all, but the more Kaiba spoke the harder he gripped the phone and it became increasingly difficult to breathe. When Kaiba was finished he could only think to speak in disbelief.

"No..."

"Yes. Now if you're finished-"

"Kaiba you moron! That was him! And I- and I... with him- and your name..."

"Make sense." He didn't have time for this. He didn't have time to be drawn to this situation like a moth. Yuugi's panic meant nothing to him. Why did he want to know what Yuugi was babbling about?

Now it was Seto's turn to sit and listen to Yuugi recount an eerie similar event. Atem showing up out of nowhere, fucking, and leaving- or getting thrown out in the second case. But still.

No. Absolutely not. He didn't believe in this bullshit. This yarn Yuugi was spinning was ridiculous and he was done putting up with it. But as the younger man continued to speak and he found himself watching the security tape of that few hours ago he saw signs. Yuugi, while even trying to pretend to be Atem, still couldn't do it right. In fact, sometimes Seto picked on him for it mercilessly. The pride wasn't right, the tone of voice less so, the anger, the fire in those eyes that Kaiba had peered into. He'd convinced himself he was seeing contacts.

Had it really been...?

"I have to go find him!" The phone was hung up suddenly.

Yuugi began getting dressed before rushing outside into the pouring rain. Atem could have been anywhere. There was no chance that he remembered where any of their friends lived. Even on second hand ghost information from Yuugi's own mind, they'd never visited Jounouchi or Honda's places. Anzu was living in America now to practice dance. There wasn't many places he could be. It hurt even worse to believe the former Pharaoh was sitting somewhere in the rain. Especially after what happened with the two of them.

It was almost weird that it didn't burn more that he'd had sex with Kaiba. Then again, who was he to talk. He'd been sleeping with the brunet for a couple of years now. Atem must have figured it out by now. Yuugi stopped in his tracks.

Would Atem even want to see him after all of that?

An umbrella was popped open over his head, saving him from being any more drenched than he was. He looked back to see Isono.

"Kaiba-sachou has provided you with this car to search the city. Hurry now."

Yuugi smiled wide before nodding enthusiastically and climbing into the car. He silently thanked Kaiba, wherever he was, whatever he was doing. It was the least he could do for now.

The steely-eyed CEO was sitting in front of his window, peering down at the city. Normally he wouldn't get caught up with any of this nonsense. If it turned out Yuugi really had lost his mind, all the better for him. Then he really could mark this closed and not have to deal with any of it ever again. But if there was a small slim chance that Atem was back, that he'd just fucked Atem without knowing it-

He wanted to show Atem how badly bruised he could make him when he was aware of his true presence. He had much to say to that man.