Summary: After a near-fatal accident leaves one of their friends in a deep coma, Yugi and company discover that they must embark on one last quest before their story ends. Or is it the last?

Almost every character included, plus my OC. Implied Mizushipping. K+ or PG for some moderate violence and graphic descriptions of wounds, but that's about all. Almost every genre is included in this fanfiction story, but it's mostly friendship/family. Read, Enjoy, and Review!

Another Chance, a YuGiOh! fanfic by Tsunami Storm

Chapter 1: Where It All Began

"-Now we turn to our meteorologist for the weather report. Go ahead."

"Thanks, Mr. Jennings. As you can probably see by looking out your window, it's going to be another beautiful sunny spring day here in Domino City, with a high of 82ºF and a low of 73ºF. However, this sun won't stay with us for long. It looks like we have some rain clouds coming in from the northwest, with scattered showers and thunderstorms likely. For the rest of the week-"

Click. Seto Kaiba swiftly turned off the television in his office, quickly tiring of the boring meteorologist. He had already heard the forecast for today, and saw no point in waiting for the next part. The weatherman was usually wrong, anyway. Suddenly he heard the distant thump-thump of sock-clad feet running down the hallway. He smiled to himself and thought, Oh great. It's Mokie-zilla. Sure enough, Seto Kaiba's younger brother came bursting into his Nii-sama's office. He quickly closed the door behind him, then took a running start and leaped onto the plush sofa nearest the CEO's desk. Seto looked over at this point and raised a questioning eyebrow at his brother's exuberance.

Mokuba Kaiba was practically quivering with excitement. He knew that his Nii-sama was almost finished with his latest project, and thus shouldn't have much to do today. Maybe if he was in a good mood, Seto would take him to the local park. He hadn't been to the park with his brother for longer than he could remember. It seemed that whenever Seto had some free time, something would always come up. Whether it be another tournament, some emergency at Kaibacorp., or- heaven forbid- a madman trying to destroy the world- again. Thankfully there hadn't been any instances of the last happening lately, ever since Atem- died.

Mokuba sighed. He had grown to respect and even admire the young pharaoh while he existed within the Millennium Puzzle. He had reminded the lad so much of his brother; strong, brilliant, yet caring at the same time. He knew his history well- having been studying it lately in school. He knew that Atem and five of his loyal Bearers had perished while saving the world from an ancient evil- the embodiment of pure darkness- Zorc. The sixth Bearer- a man called Seth- had been the young pharaoh's cousin, and so became the new pharaoh when Atem died. Mokuba didn't know much about this next pharaoh, only that he had strongly resembled Seto in life, was the Bearer of the Millennium Rod, and that he had commanded the spirit of the Blue-Eyes White Dragon.

Personally, Mokuba thought that all of these Bearers and pharaoh deserved a better life than the one that had been thrust upon them. He thought that many of them had died too young- especially Atem- and deserved a longer, happy life. He thought of what his brother had told him about the origin of the Black Magicians. Apparently they had been Atem's close friends in Ancient Egypt, one the Bearer of the Millennium Ring- Mahaad- and his loyal, headstrong apprentice, Mana. They had actually fused their spirits with that of their Ka- the Shadow Magus and the Black Magician Girl respectively- in order to protect the pharaoh from Bakura's rampage. By doing so, they had intentionally barred their spirits from entering Aaru (paradise), and instead were bound to stone tablets and later cards in the ancient Shadow Games.

But this existence did not last forever, apparently. For when Atem entered Aaru after his ceremonial duel with Yugi, Mokuba thought he saw two people that looked suspiciously like Black Magician and Black Magician Girl. He had concluded that- since Atem had defeated Zorc for a second time and had abolished the Shadow Games- these two spirits had finally been freed from their merge, and were able to pass on to their well-deserved reward.

When Seto cleared his throat expectantly, Mokuba was brought crashing back to the present. Why did he come to this office again? Oh yeah, to ask Seto if they could go to the park. If Nii-sama agreed, this was going to be so fun! Of course, Mokuba knew that his brother was always busy- and lulls like this in the endless projects he was working on were few and far between- so Mokuba would often need to entertain himself. He would occasionally visit what his brother referred to as 'the Geek Squad/Patrol', but he didn't want to bother them too much. After all, they had their own lives to deal with. So Mokuba would often come and sit in his brother's office and occupy himself. He loved being near his Nii-sama, just being in the same room with him made him feel completely safe.

Growing impatient, Seto turned to his little brother and asked, "What? Are you just going to stare at me all day, or is there something you wanted to ask me, Mokuba?" He smirked.

Mokuba started a little at this question, once again coming out of a reverie. He grinned and quickly nodded. "Nii-sama, since I know you don't have much to do today, I thought that maybe we could go to- the park- y'know, for a little while. I haven't been there with you in ages! Please Seto?" He asked, blinking his best puppy-dog eyes at him.

Seto sighed and smiled. He never could resist those enormous gray-blue eyes whenever they appeared. Slowly, he clicked the 'Save' command on his laptop, carefully closed the lid and swiveled his chair to face his brother. The smirk was still on his face when he answered, "Of course we can, Mokuba. In fact, I was planning on it. It's supposed to be nice today- for the most part- so I think a day with you in the park would do me some good. I've been way too stressed lately, and I think a day with you is the best way to fix that. Just let me get my jacket, and then we can go, 'kay?"

The look of utter ecstasy on his brother's face was worth every second that Seto looked at it. He would do anything for his little brother, but Kaibacorp. was always demanding attention as well. He quickly stood up from his custom swivel chair and walked briskly to the closet to grab his white-gray duelist jacket. As he pulled it on, he couldn't help but remember all the adventures this coat had survived. First it was the Battle City fiasco with Marik- with that VR world detour with Noah right smack in the middle of his tournament- then it was that Orichalcos ordeal with Dartz, and finally that weird journey into ancient Egypt courtesy of the Millennium Items and that insane Bakura character. Oh and who could forget that whole zany adventure with Anubis and the Pyramid of Light? [Yes, I consider that movie canon.] Not to mention all that insanity with Aigami Diva and his alternate dimension nonsense. Yes, this coat had survived a lot in the past five years, and it was still in surprisingly good condition.

The tapping of an impatient foot behind him jolted him out of his musings, and he turned and smirked at his little brother, saying, "All right Mokuba, I'm ready. Let's go."

Mokuba laughed in anticipation, jogged to the office door and flung it open. Luckily Seto was able to catch it before the knob put a hole in the wall. He shook his head in mock exasperation as he watched the tiny tornado skip down the hall to the elevator. As he and Mokuba waited for the elevator to reach the lobby, Seto looked at his brother and wondered, Did I ever have that much energy when I was his age? That kid eats too much sugar.

Ding! Finally the elevator doors slid open, and the Kaiba brothers made their way to the front entrance where their limousine was waiting, one walking briskly and the other practically jumping. The secretary at the front desk wished them a pleasant day as they left, and Mokuba grinned and called back, "Thanks, you too!" while Seto merely raised a hand in farewell. He walked to the limo and sat on the leather seat, sliding over so that his brother could climb in too. After Mokuba had closed the door, Seto told their driver to take them to the Domino park. The driver nodded silently and allowed himself a small smile. It was about time that the boss had some time to spend with his little brother.

When they reached the park, Mokuba ran to the jungle gym and proceeded to climb it like a professional acrobat. Seto watched in amused silence as Mokie the monkey enjoyed himself. The boy soon grew bored with that and ran to the carousel, asking Seto to spin him around. Seto complied, and Mokuba stayed on until he felt almost sick from dizziness. After the contraption had ceased its revolutions, the young boy eventually made his way to the swing set, spinning and staggering all the way. Seto followed him to make sure he didn't hurt himself, and Mokuba promptly sat down on the nearest swing. Timidly, he asked if his brother could give him a few pushes to start. Seto smirked and nodded, and the two spent at least half an hour playing on the simple piece of equipment.

While Mokuba shrieked and giggled with delight at how high he was swinging, Seto was remembering a time long ago when he was the one on the swing and his parents would push him back and forth. His mother would stand behind him and gently push his back, and his father would stand in front of him and push his feet in the opposite direction. Little Seto had requested this arrangement for a reason. He did not want to accidentally kick Mom, as she was pregnant with his soon-to-be little brother Mokuba. He remembered being so proud that he was going to be a big brother, and would spend all his free time with his mom, waiting to feel if the baby would kick her stomach again.

But this peace could not last, for with great joy often comes great sadness. Such was the case with the young family. Seto did indeed gain a baby brother, but in the process lost his beloved mother. A few years later, their father was killed in a tragic accident, and he and Mokie were sent to that awful orphanage while their relatives stole and squandered their inheritance. A few years after that, they were adopted by the devil incarnate, Gozaburo Kaiba. He made sure that the interaction time between the brothers was minimal at best, and when Seto would try to spend time with his only family, he was punished severely.

Seto shuddered at the horrible memories of the cruel punishments, and vaguely wondered if he would ever be free of the scars of the past, both emotional and physical. Actually, his emotional scars had mostly healed by now, the best balm being Gozaburo's well-deserved demise five years ago. But his physical scars still remained, a humiliating and constant reminder of his horrific past. Seto growled to himself as he cursed Gozaburo for the umpteenth time. He was the sole reason that Seto always wore turtleneck shirts and long pants. He could never wear shorts or a t-shirt again because of what that monster did to him. He sighed. So much for relieving his stress today. At this rate, he would probably relive those awful nightmares again tonight. Great.

As the sun began its descent to the western horizon, he noticed a number of large storm clouds gathering there. It looked like some of the western cities were already being greeted by the rain and lightning. In the back of his mind, Seto thought, Huh. Looks like the weatherman was right for a change. He waited for Mokuba to stop swinging as high as he possibly could, then gently told his brother that it was time to head home. With a low groan of disappointment, the younger Kaiba agreed and began to follow his Nii-sama to their mansion. As they left, a light drizzle began to blanket the area, and Seto's mood darkened further in time with the disappearance of the sun.

But before they had even left the park, Seto froze as he spotted a familiar, tall figure in the distance. He was dressed in his usual black business suit- trademark sunglasses glinting over his eyes- and his hair was gelled into the regular spike protruding from his skull. He was also wearing that annoying, ever-present smirk on his face, and in his hand was a silver and black handgun- pointed right at Seto's heart. As he approached the brothers, Seto whispered softly, "Stay behind me, kid. I don't want you to get hurt."

Mokuba didn't answer, but crouched behind his brother, too frightened to argue. Seto bravely approached the man with the gun and commented calmly, "Saruwatari, why am I not surprised? Why is it that- whenever we meet- there is always a gun pointed at me?"

Kemo Saruwatari just smirked wider and replied, "I dunno, Kaiba. Maybe Fate an' I have a common interest. We both want you dead."

Inwardly, Seto stiffened in shock. He couldn't die! Who would protect Mokuba? Outwardly he remained calm and asked, "Oh? And what would make you come to that conclusion?"

Kemo's smirk disappeared, immediately replaced with a hard glare. "Gee, maybe it's because you RUINED MY LIFE!" He roared. "First you ruined my first job when you murdered your stepfather- don't look at me like that, you know that it was your fault that he committed suicide- then you did something to Mr. Pegasus an' got me fired from that job as well! An' let's not forget what you did to the Big Five! Because of you, my whole life was shattered, an' now I'm gonna shatter yours!"

Mokuba could hardly believe what was happening. It seemed a lifetime ago that he had asked to spend the day at the park with his big brother, and now his Nii-sama's life was at stake. He couldn't take it anymore! Why are people always trying to hurt Seto? It isn't fair! He's only trying to protect me! Mokuba thought angrily. And why is he blaming Nii-sama for what happened to Pegasus? That wasn't him, that was Bakura! He stole the Millennium Eye, not Seto!

Seto merely scoffed and said, "It seems that whenever there is a side that directly opposes mine, you take it, Saruwatari!"

"It seems so. Goodbye Kaiba, I'll see you in Hell!"

Then he fired. Seto barely had time to push Mokuba out of the way before the bullet struck him in the chest, three centimeters below his heart. His eyes widened in shock and pain as he gasped and fell to his knees, blood quickly spreading down his shirt and staining his white trench-coat red. Slowly he gasped for breath, his pierced lung hindering his efforts. He placed his right hand over the wound in an effort to stem the flow of blood from his chest, but it wasn't enough as a warm wet liquid began to stream over his fingers. With a weak cough that spattered more blood onto the already-soaked grass, he fell backward onto the lawn, still trying to take a breath as the blood forged a new path to the ground around the side of his shirt.

Mokuba sat where Seto had pushed him in shock. He could only watch in horror as his beloved brother lay bleeding on the ground. Kemo had run off minutes ago, having heard the wail of police sirens not far from his position. Slowly he recovered and crawled over to where his brother lay and tried to stop the bleeding. By this time the drizzle had turned into an outright downpour, and lightning lanced across the sky and connected with the ground every couple minutes. In a matter of seconds, both brothers were completely soaked. Seto turned to his brother and whispered weakly- his blue eyes glazing over- "Unh- M-Mokuba- g-get- h-help-"

Mokuba got up from his position at once and sprinted to where he heard the sirens were coming from. When he reached the area, he thanked God that the police had brought an ambulance with them. He ran over to the nearest police officer and cried, "Please, you have to help me! My brother's been hurt bad! He's in the park, please hurry!"

End of chapter 1

Next chapter teaser: Prophecy

I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter! I couldn't think of a good name for the meteorologist, so if you have any ideas, send them to me in a review!

I know Mokie's acting a little immature for his age in this story, (13) but cut the kid some slack. He's just excited that he gets to spend some quality fun time with his Nii-sama. Aww!

Yeah, I hurt Seto. I had to do it to make this story interesting. Now you have one more reason to hate Kemo. I know this author does!

Oh, and I also know that a wound like that would probably kill you within minutes, if not seconds. But if I killed off my favorite character so soon in a story, there wouldn't be much of a story, would there? XD

If you have any suggestions- or spot a mistake that I missed- drop me a review. I need all the help I can get! (this applies to all chapters and all stories!)

Constructive Criticism/Suggestions are greatly appreciated!

Glowing reviews are even better!

However, flames will be dumped right in the fireplace where they belong.

See you next chapter!

God Bless!

Tsunami Storm