Broadcasting Room...

"My past self did what  to  Y/N?"

The hakujoudai continued in its hushed whisper to the anxious 7th Wonder. Yashiro, Kou, Sakura, Natsuhiko (he had caught them inside, and they had no choice but to bring him in) and the Mokke waited intently, practically on the edge of their seats.

Everybody wondered why Hanako's face turned redder by the second, and why he looked to the side with an irritable pout, murmuring; "Why didn't you tell me sooner? I should've been there myself."

Finally, he turned around to face his waiting companions. His expression was grim and serious.

"Y/N found out my real name."

Everybody broke into a chorus of cheers.

"One step closer to remembrance!"

"She remembered?!"

"Keep her company even more!"

"WHERE'S THE WEDDING PLAN  BOYS?! I THOUGHT WE-"

Hanako held up a hand to signal for silence. The room went deathly quiet.

"She remembers my name." Hanako repeated darkly. "But other than that, her memory of me is enshrouded in lies."

Everyone looked at him in mixed perplexion, anxiety, and horror. Even a Mokke could not summon the courage to crack a joke.

"Haku here took a look inside Y/N's mind while she was at it," Hanako affectionately patted the hakujoudai as it passed him, before looking at them once more. They could see he struggled to keep his voice at a level.

"I killed her, the hakujoudai reports. I abused her and hurt her, and Tsukasa is her mentor figure."

Kou, who already had a deep hatred for the boy, got ready to stand up and proclaim his wage of war, but Yashiro held him back.

"Tsukasa is her savior, Tsukasa, Tsukasa, Tsukasa..."  Hanako paced the room with a revolted expression, waving his hands in the air. With each time he repeated his name, more venom entered his voice.

"Tsukasa." Sakura sighed. "That troublemaker..."

"You look scared, love." Natsuhiko simpered, reaching out to embrace her. "Don't worry! I shall protect you!"

"I don't need protection."

"You're right." Natsuhiko dropped into a smug grin.

Sakura looked at him, genuinely puzzled. A Mokke let out a sharp gasp of disgust.

"That bastard of a brother!" The Mokke opposite it screamed. "#$@&%*! #$@&%-"

Yashiro clamped a hand on it to muffle its angry screams. She looked up at Hanako with great worry.

"But that is so unfair! You  helped her!"

"Why did Tsukasa do it?" Hanako was practically talking to himself now, looking ready to burst into  frustration. "What have I ever done to him? I never bothered him! I never-"

Yashiro reached out with a hand to cup his face and comfort him, when the door bursted open.

"ATTENTION!" A voice yowled.

Sakura's furious slapping of Natsuhiko after the Mokke told her the meaning, Kou's rant with One-eye about Tsukasa, and the Mokke plotting battle plans for who-knows-when were all interrupted as they whipped their heads up.

"Yako!" Everyone exclaimed, a mixture of surprise, annoyance, and wonder.

"You?!" Hanako stifled a groan of exhaustion.

"Me." Yako flicked her tail with dignity, strutting her way to the beyond annoyed 7th Wonder.

"Why are you here?" Kou spoke for Hanako, who was out of breath from spluttering out his rage for the unjust actions of his brother.

"Me and Tsuchigomori were having a little chat," the Kitsune puffed with self-importance. "And we were discussing a certain Wonder."

"Awesome! Wow!" Sakura rolled her eyes.

"We've come to a conclusion." Yako ignored her, fixing a pale, serious stare at her intent audience.

"We've found a way to bring her memory back."

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Sukora...

"No, no, no!"

Another slash; another loud, wretched screech of the blade of a knife as it engraved a deep mark on the bathroom wall.

Y/N's breathing was heavy, her H/C hair still soaking from when she had washed her face. She wanted to rid any memory of that kiss; demolish any sign that she, as embarrassing, thought it was pretty good.

'I helped him!'  Y/N bashed herself, breaths heavy and shallow. 'I helped my enemy! I comforted him! I bandaged him!'

The image of Hanako helping her for the past few weeks with her fighting skills could not reach her. Her warmth for him was unintelligible; now she felt hatred. So she was fooling him? He had orchestrated to put her on his  side?

"I'LL NEVER GO AGAINST TSUKASA-SAMA!"

Where the memories of his warmth and help didn't reach her, recent ones of his fear and anxiety in the past took its place. Yugi Amane had been friendless, beaten, and frail.

"NEVER!"  Y/N slashed the wall yet again, tears brimming in her eyes. Now, with her hatred, she felt what she despised even more; pity.

In a way, he reminded her of herself. The figure of how she truly felt about Tsukasa. Scared to go against him, fear for his unstable perosnality. Not only that... he was the result  of all her piled up fears.

'Would he really bruise himself just to act?'

The slashing grew weaker. Her grip on the hilt of her knife slackened.

'If he killed me, why does he keep helping me? Why does he give me what I wanted from Tsukasa? Care, time...'

She fell into a heap on the floor, the reality of exhaustion entering her system. She reached out to slash again, but she had dropped the knife.

"Never..."  She whispered hoarsely.

'Have you ever had your arm cut before?'

'Can we see eachother again? Even once?'

'L/N! Your last name is L/N!'

Y/N held her head, wrapping it in both arms. Her eyes were dilated in confusion, fear, and agony.

Her greatest weakness; her clouded memory. It all seemed to crash down on her at once.

Her anxiety ended as soon as it started, for the slow creak of the bathroom door interrupted her thoughts.

"Y/N...?"

Y/N nearly fell over, knees giving away in happiness.

"Mitsuba!"

She rushed up to the pink-haired boy, holding his hands. He looked to the side guiltily as she poured out all her relief on him.

"I'm glad you made it out safe! So Tsukasa did save you!"

"I had to tell him, Y/N..." Mitsuba whispered.

Y/N's smile slowly disappeared.

"What..?"

"Hey, Aka Manto."

Y/N went as tensed as her friend beside her, slowly letting go of his shaky hands. She turned to face the person who she no longer knew how to felt to anymore.

Tsukasa stood with his arms behind his back, a smile on his face. However, his darkened eyes held a visible, burning emotion:

Anger.

"I see you went to the Rift, yes?"

Y/N knew he was masking his rage with his cheery, lighthearted tone. She remembered Hanako, Yugi Amane, or whatever his name may be - battered and bruised.  A shiver went down her spine.

"I did." Y/N dared to answer, raising her head boldly.

"And you had the misfortune of meeting..."

Y/N's heart raced. Her secret was coming to light.

"...Yugi Amane."

'He knows I met his brother.'  Y/N thought, half-angry, half in terror. 'He's aware of my knowledge of his abuse.'

"I did." Y/N repeated, fighting her fears.

"I see." The smile on Tsukasa's face had completely disappeared now.

"I want to have a word with you. Just the two of us."

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CLIFFHANGER YOURE WELCOMEEEE~!

Chap 10 will come around this week! Thanks for your support for Mango! It really helped TvT

Along with the next chapter is fanart I'll post up (so sorry I cant do that now!! XCC Im on my laptop) and my announcement about my brief leaving of  Wattpad and why.

Thanks for reading! Have a pleasant evening/afternoon/morning!!