Hey. This idea popped into my head a long time ago so now I'm posting it. K. No...I own nothing but my kick ass Evanescence Cd's. Okay...here goes:

Seto Kaiba died today...

The headline began. Mokuba Kaiba leaned over the rapidly becoming tear stained newspaper. He knew it was for the best. His brother had been in pain for so long. It wasn't until 8 months ago that the pain became physical and now he's dead. 8 months ago, Seto had been sent to the hospital for rapid bouts of coughing up blood. One day he collapsed and was later diagnosed with an inoperable tumor growing on his lungs. Since that time Seto's condition had only gotten worse until 1 month ago he had been bed ridden and so sick he was unable to workmuch to his own disconcertment. 15 hours ago he had finally died, leaving behind his company and his little brother.

Mokuba was snapped out his reflections when he heard the door to the enormous mansion open and close. Yugi and his "gang", except for JoeyMokuba immediately noted. "Where's Joey?" Mokuba asked, sounding all too much like his brother.

"Wouldn't come. Said that it was better for the world that, quote unquote "Moneybags has finally..." Yami wouldn't finish his phrase. " Would you give this to him?" Mokuba handed Yugi a little brown, aged leather book. "Tell him to read the letter first and then go to the beginning. It goes 12 years back when he was 6 and I was just born. It starts on the day of my birth. I guess everything went down hill from there for him. Tell him to read it and come and talk to me. I think you should all read it. You'll learn things about my brother you never knew and probably didn't want to know." Mokuba said all this with his head down, his voice becoming steadily more shaky till he was crying again.

An hour later Yugi, Yami, Tristan, and Tea entered the Kame Game shop to find Joey sitting next to Serenity behind the counter. Neither was speaking and both looked very uncomfortable. "Joey, Mokuba gave this to us to read. He mainly wants you to read it but we were discussing it and we're going to go upstairs to my bedroom to read it out loud. It's Seto's Diary. Come on." Yugi said sweetly and headed upstairs without waiting to see what Joey or the others would say. Everyone followed, Joey somewhat reluctantly.

The group all situated on Yugi's bed and the chairs surrounding it. All settled in while Yugi began reading:

What do you think you know of me, Joey, Yugi, Yami. You know the color and coldness my eyes hole. You know the color of my hair. You know I'm evil and scary right? Do you see anything else? Past the make of cold hearted CEO I have put on to fool the world, to keep them away from me and out of my life. I'll tell you the answer to all of the above questions. Nothing. Well, here I am revealing myself to you. You may call it a diary or a death wish, depending on the perspective you choose to take. I didn't right this diary with the intention of anyone reading it. But now that I'm dead things have changed. This Diary goes back 14 years ago to the day that Mokuba was born and my mother died. There are periods when it skips a year or two, but they are rare. So here you go. Read and understand. Maybe, Joey, your perspective on me and my life will change.

1/17/1991

My Mother died today. She was bleeding internally after giving birth to my new baby brother. The doctors came to my father and myself to tell us what had happened. I believe I cried all my tears in that room, saying goodbye. She gave me a hug. Her cobalt eyes, so like mine, were brimming with tears. She told me to be strong for Mokuba. My father stood behind us. Even though his face showed no emotion I could tell he had been crying because of his bloodshot red eyes. She smiled at him and my father and then, as if in a dream, she was gone. I think it was then that my father was pushed over the edge.

My father escorted my brother and I from the building and drove us home. About 3 hours ago he "went out" Around 1 a.m. I learned a very valuable secret: my father is very violent when he gets drunk. This is the first time in my lifetime that my father has been drunk. My mother once told me that she made him promise that he would never get drunk around the house. I guess now that she's dead old promises mean nothing to him.

I was afraid when he almost hit Mokuba for crying so I distracted him, making him attack me until he finally passed out. I rocked Mokuba to sleep, feeling blood trickle down the side of my face. When my brother was finally asleep I got into my own bed and here I sit now. There are bruises forming all over my body. I feel like I am being stabbed with a knife in both my eyes whenever I blink. Knowing this I swear to myself Mokuba will never have to endure this pain. He doesn't deserve it. Right now, I feel only one thing is for certain now: I will never break my promise to my mother.

3/24/94

I realize it has been quite a while since I wrote. I have had nothing to say. Every night it was the same routine with my father. About 5 p.m. he would leave from homeassuming he had come home and return around 1 a.m. stone drunk and sometimes filled with drugs. He would beat me till either he was satisfied or asleep and I would lay on the floor for a few minutes hearing his shouts of how worthless I am run through my head. Then I would get up, put Mokuba to sleep and crawl in my own bed. Often as soon as my head hit the pillow I would be asleep, exhausted from my days work. School is stressing but is an escape. There is some comfort in the nightly routine. That is why I both completely agree with and completely loath the decision my father made tonight.

My father committed suicide last night. He drove his car off a cliff. He was out at another one of the bars he had been fortunate enough to have not been thrown out of yet when he was on his way home and drove his car off a cliff. Police and scientists say that he was traveling too fast for it to have been accident. I guess having to endure me became to much for him. The irony.

When The police came to my house to tell us the news I could tell they were very concerned and suspicious of the bruises and cuts that line my body. They suspected my father of beating me until the found the note in his room on his bed:

Officersit read,

I suspect you have now informed my children of my suicide and seen the bruises on my oldest child's body. I must inform me you that it is his own fault. Since the death of his mother three years ago he has frequently beaten himself and blamed me for it. I do not understand why he does this but he does. It is my recommendation that you send the baby to his aunt and uncles and the beaten one to an orphanage where Mokuba doesn't ever need to know his brother exists.

KEN

Personally, I am confused as to the point of writing the note seeing as the police couldn't have convicted him anyway. Anyway, here I sit in a cold stone prison cell. They took Mokuba from me. I don't know what to do now. A sense of helplessness I have not felt for 3 years is washing over me and I feel I have no control over my life. They took my brother, my only reason for living, away from me. What do I do now. But I will not let any of this show. I have talked to the police and attempted to convince them that my brother needs me. I don't believe I made much headway with them. I told them they can't separate us. They asked why but I can't tell them the truth. I can't tell them he is all I have left and all I will ever have again. I swore I would protect him, and so I will do so until the day he dies.

3/27/93

Mothers of Saints Orphanage. My new home. My aunt and uncle didn't want me and Mokuba so we ended up not getting separated. Luck is on my side right now and for that I thank God, if there is such a being out there. Ideally a soon to be ten year old and a 3 year old would have gone to different orphanages, especially after "such a tragedy"this phrase makes me roll my eyes every time I hear it However, either because they found my "cold, dark cobalt eyes and heartless self "intimidating or they are just stupid, we are together.

Our room is rather small, making a miniature bathroom look like a mansion sized bedroom. Mokuba and I share a bed. The walls and floors are a fake wood type material. I have to get Mokuba out of here. He is terrified, even for a three year old who can barely grasp the complete reality of our situation. He has not learned facial deception and I pray he never has to. I have stated it several times and will state it again: Mokuba Narille will have a better life then I have had. He deserves it...

3/28/93

My first day in Mother of Saints orphanage began at six a.m. when one of the "nannys" of the "children's ward" took Mokuba from me, refusing to tell me where he was going or when I would see him again.

Here we have what's called "group". This is the time when, essentially unwanted children six and above, bitch about how mad they are at their parents for leaving them. Frankly, I don't blame the parents. If they aren't bitching then they are "inspiring" the people of our group by telling them how coming here has enriched their lives because of all the friends they've made. I want to throw up.

We, the kids, are all supposed to take turns telling our "new brothers and sisters" our "inner feelings" and getting, as well as giving, advice to one another. I stay silent.

"Children, this is Seto Narille, our new friend." The urge to puke comes upon me again. Seto, what would you like to say today." She plasters a fake smile on her overly done plastic surgery face as she looks at me. I stay silent, looking around the room, glaring at anyone who dares look at me. I smirk inwardly as everyone lowers their head. "Seto, it is required you say something. Tell your new family something about yourself." Still the overwhelmingly fake smile. My head snaps around to glare at everyone one more time before beginning on Annieour "teacher" Still I stay silent. What should I do? Say something or stay quiet, letting Annie break first. Then, I get my answer as a young girl with raven black hair and crimson eyes sitting in a chair speaks up. "Come on. Say something. God. Trying to be Mr. Big shot. Please. Tell us. Why're you here? Parents couldn't take your ego anymore?" The girl immediately knew she had said the wrong thing. Annie hissed "Emily!" to her and she looked down. I felt tears that I refused to let fall flood my eyes and a lump the size of a coconut grown in my throat.. When I spoke, however, my voice was dead calm and quiet. "My mother died giving birth to my brother. After that my father lost his mind. He told me I am worthless, he was right, I see, but that doesn't explain his behavior. He told me the only reason he stuck around after I was born was because of my mother. Every day for three years he would go and get drunk, come home, almost beat my brother till I distracted him when he would come after me. Beating me till he couldn't move his tired body anymore. Then, a few days ago, he got drunk and committed suicide. You know how? He drove his car off a cliff." I tore my eyes from Emily and looked around the room. A few people shifted in their chairs and I heard various sniffles from around the room; I saw a tear or two come down almost everyone's face. I am impervious to this. "Is that what you all want to hear or would you rather I remain silent?" I practically shout the last part of my sentence. No one looks at me.

I feel Anna's gaze on me. She once dated my father until "that witch" referring to my mother stole him away from her. She doesn't believe any of what I just said. I can feel she hates me for saying these things. She hates me for telling the truth.

Tea looks up from the diary with tears in her eyes. She is the only one, though everyone except Joey looks as if they are holding back. Joey looked like he could give a damn. "So what? He had a messed up father. Then he went and lived in a big happy mansion where everything was fine and he grew up having more than any of us had combined when we were growing up."

"Why are you so heartless, Joey?" Tea asked, tears still in her eyes. Everyone was looking at him.

"Come on you guys. You have to be kidding."

"Lets just keep reading." Yugi suggested. Tea looked down at the book and began to read again.

I was met outside later under a large oak by Emily. She rolled up to me with a grim look on her face. I noticed how pretty she is. "Seto. I-I'm sorry for what I said today. I didn't realize.."

"Then perhaps you should not assume." I said coldly, glaring at her. She immediately got defensive and a determined look came to her face. "I came here to apologize not to be patronized. I also want to know if everything you said in there was true. Annie says it's not and she's never lied to us before."

"Everything I said was true. You can choose to believe it or not, but it's true. She says that it's not true because he was the love of her life until my mother came along." Emily just nodded and looked down. I couldn't believe she had had the audacity to ask such things of me, especially with how new I was. Suddenly I heard an intake of breath as Emily looked at me again. "Can I sit her." She asked. I simply nodded and watched as she struggled to get herself out of her wheelchair to sit next to me. After a short time I stood up and grabbed her by her waist to bring her down and gently set her next to me. She looked amazed when she uttered a thanks. I nodded and went back into the quiet reveille of my thoughts. After a moment I felt her eyes on me and turned to look at her. She looked concerned.

"What?" I asked. She smiled.

"You're very handsome, you know that?" I cocked an eyebrow and turned away from her.

"You're very pretty to..." The words felt strange coming from my mouth. I had never been complimented and had never given a compliment. I looked back at Emily and saw her smile. She had a nice smile. It occurred to me then that I had never had someone smile at me before. Today was a day of firsts, I guess.

The rest of the day was spent talking with Emily and now, at 10 p.m. at night I write this. I believe, for the first time in my life, I have a friend.

4/10/93

Emily died today. I learned the reason she sat in a wheelchair was because of a cancer that was eating away at her legs. Slowly. Until I came along she wasn't supposed to die for another six months. I wonder if it's my fault she's dead. If I put her through more than she could handle. I have been told two theories: it's not my fault and it is my fault. I am confused. I'll sort it out soon.

A/N: OKAY NEXT TIME EMILY WILL BE BURIED AND SETO WITH HIS BABY BRO WILL GO TO LIVE WITH GOZOBORO. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. FLAMES ARE ACCEPTED IF THEY ARE STATED MATURLY! I know some of you are waiting on other stories of mine to be updated and I'm working on it...but being in Freshman honors in highschool is tough. I WILL UPDATE THOUGH.....soon...I promise...