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They stood hand in hand as the wind blew. Doing nothing but staring at the building before them. Two boys, none yet in their teens. The older of the two just about ten. His younger brother, four. He didn't know much about the workings of the world he and his brother were just thrown into but he knew one thing: they were alone now and more than ever his brother needed him. Bravely and quite noble he took on the position of being his brother's guardian. Mentally vowing to protect him at any cost, making sure no harm came his way.
For a moment his young blue eyes just laid on the building, reading over and over the words on it 'Domino City Orphanage'. He sighed lightly, his attention suddenly drawn to his younger brother, he looked scared. The large violet eyes tearing up, it was clear he was confused and wanted his father but knew he couldn't have him. Feeling his older brother's eyes on him he turned his head to catch the blue caring eyes. He blinked, allowing the tears to fall down his small round cheeks, "Se..." he spoke softly stopping as he felt a lump form in his throat. Before he could say anything else he felt the squeeze of his brother's hand on his own followed by the warm gentle comforting words and the faintest of smiles, "Don't worry Mokie...everything will be alright." His words said rather confidently though inside he was nervous, scared and worried. Mokie found instant comfort in his brother's words, nodding softly he sniffled finding himself asking, "Promise Seto?" Seto gave a nod of his own giving the tiny hand another squeeze, "Come on." They walked to the building, Mokie unaware of the weight he had placed upon Seto yet Seto more than willing to bear it; especially for his brother.
She sat there, her face resting in her little palm as her eyes inattentively scanned the floor. She was the smallest one in the room but, of course, she was; she was surrounded by adults. She was nine, long black hair, deep brown eyes and that bored expression. She wondered why the adults were here, running around dealing with her kind. They had families to get to - unlike her. They had homes - unlike her. They were loved by someone - unlike her. She sighed, feeling a bit envious of all of them yet she was glad she didn't possess the chains they did. She could make herself go missing and no one would care - she could do what she wanted whenever she wanted and nothing was better than that - or at the least that what she tricked herself into believing. Occasionally, she entertained herself with the thought of what it would be like to have a family but would soon push it away. Family was a conflicting topic for her. It doesn't matter, she thought, her eyes giving the room another scan before standing up. "Where do you think you're going, Yukiko?" The abrupt voice asked grabbing her attention.
Quietly, she turned her head to the woman behind the desk. "Anywhere." She spoke nonchalantly giving a blank stare. "Anywhere doesn't answer my question." The woman assumed an annoyed tone. The annoyance pleased rather entertained Yukiko, she smirked to herself before replying, "Pick a place and have fun." She chuckled devilishly before beginning to walk out the room. As soon as she reached the doorway to the next room the creak of the main entrance door opening hit her ears. That creak forced her eyes over to the area. She blinked staring curiously at the two boys that stood there hand in hand. Studying them for a moment, her brown eyes reading every subtle movement they made even if they didn't know they had moved. The taller one had brown hair and blue eyes while the younger black hair and violet eyes. At first glance she wouldn't have thought of them as siblings then further examination of the boys brought the assumption of friends. She eyed their hand, the older's tightly clamped around the younger's. They were close but too close for any common friendship, "Brothers.." She mumbled to herself, frowning, before she left the room.
"Hello." The woman behind the desk said her tone rather invitingly yet her inviting voice wasn't enough to make the boys leave the doorway. She assumed they were second guessing their decision to be there.
His blue eyes carefully stared at the woman behind her desk; it took a long minute for his lips to finally move as he drew the one simple word from his mouth, "Hi..." That 'hi' sounding so tiny it was almost humorous.
Seeing they were hesitant to move any closer the woman stood up and slowly made her way towards them. She took easy, careful steps towards the boys, fearful they would runway. Her action made Seto visibly tense up. Mokie noticed this, knowing his brother tensed made him clutch on to Seto's hand even more. Seto gave the smaller hand a squeeze in attempt to calm down Mokie but himself as well.
"What are you boys doing here?" She asked sweetly, soothingly, like a mother´s voice. The soothing tone comforted yet saddened Seto, bringing back the bittersweet memories of his own mother. Lost in complete silence, he breathed through his mouth, letting a soft breath out and taking one in. "...We...I heard this is where kids go...when they have no one..." Gradually his voice revealed a hidden sadness.
The woman became silent for a second before giving them a light smile, "Yes, you would co-" Her words were cut short by Seto's. This time he spoke with more strength in his voice, "You're not going to separate us…" He meant it as a question but found himself telling her that's not happening. There was a soft hint of fear in his eyes that made the woman understand, "No, no. We won't separate you two." She responded reassuringly. Seto nodded holding dearly to Mokie's hand. Without any further question she told the boys to follow her. She figured she would give them a room and something to eat. She wanted to make them feel at ease before getting any information.
She lead them to an empty room, Seto couldn't help but notice the white and pale blue linoleum floors. His eyes scanned around, eyeing the children that were in the game room. Walking further down the hallway she stopped at a plain wooden door. "Here we are." She said placing her hand on the knob of the door and opening it. On the other side was a plain room, two beds, carpeted floor, a dresser with six drawers and one window facing the outside. "You two will be staying in here. I will arrange to get the two of you clothes and shoes, all the things you two need. Now, are you boys hungry?" She looked from either boy. Seto turned his head to Mokie, mentally asking him 'Are you?' Mokie nodded softly. "Yes." Seto murmured to her, she smiled, "Follow me to the kitchen."
She sat in her chair softly poking at the object before her. "Yukiko...stop poking at your food." An elder woman said glancing back at her. "You call this food?" She mumbled lowly to herself.
"Sonya." Another voice caught their attention. "Ah, hello, Mrs. Taylor and who have we got here?" Sonya smiled, though she was the oldest in the room Sonya's smile shone as if she were young again. "This is…." Mrs. Taylor looked down at the boys beside her. "I'm Seto and this is my brother Mokuba." He said giving a light introduction. Sonya's smile grew, "Pleased to meet you two. What can I do for you boys?" She asked. "Sonya, can you whip something up for the boys to eat." Mrs. Taylor asked her, she nodded and started looking through the fridge.
Her eyes were locked on them. Narrowing slightly as she turned away, a pang of jealousy hit her. "Tch…" she hopped up from her seat and left. Making her way to the outside where some other kids played. She walked passed them, ignoring the children. Their laughter annoyed her. She walked to the very edge of the playground to where the vegetation was highest, there in the gate unseen and unnoticed was a hole, big enough for her to squeeze through. She ran away from the orphanage.
Back inside the boys found themselves being interviewed by Mrs. Taylor, giving her the information Seto found necessary to them. After, they were allowed to walk freely about the orphanage. Hand in hand the boys wandered around. Seto let out a breath of air through his nostrils, it wasn't home...but it would do. His cerulean eyes inspecting everything almost as if he were looking for something, anything that would give him a familiar feeling of comfort. The way his own home had once given him. Though not surprised when finding nothing he still felt a heavy disappointment. It were as if a long awaited realisation had finally hit his heart, this was not a dream; this was real. They were really alone. He swallowed feeling a lump form in his throat as a heated sensation covered his face, watching his vision slowly blur. He fought the urge, he didn't cry at the funerals - why cry now?
Yukiko hugged her knees, sitting by the edge of a river just right below a highway bypass. This is were she felt comforted though it wasn't something she would ever admit. In her mind and in the eyes of everyone else she felt no pain, she knew nothing of pain. She was one who lived in the orphanage longer than anyone else. Being young when brought in others figured she didn't know what had happened to her parents but she knew what had happened. She stared at the water, listening to it she closed her eyes and let a deep breath out. Untangling her arms from her knees she laid back on the grass.
Two weeks later they seemed okay with their stay at the orphanage, it wasn't long before Seto's high intelligence was recognized and suitable adopters had their eye on him. Only problem was none wanted to take in more than one child especially when the other didn't prove as brilliant as the first. Seto didn't seem to care how many people he turned down if none were willing to take Mokuba along with him he wanted no business with them. Soon more or less he began ignoring them, keeping his focus on the only person that mattered. To pass the oncoming days the boys played chess, Seto winning almost every game but throwing some just to see Mokuba smile.
"Knight to queen's bishop three." Seto said placing the knight on the square. Mokuba made his move then Seto made another move. Kids began to circle them watching interested in the game. Brown eyes secretly watched from a distance, studying the strategies each seemed to play. Seto quickly ended the game receiving a small applause right after. The other children walked away as the boys started a new game.
Half way through the game Seto felt as if someone were watching, he looked around to see no one, shrugging he glanced back at the board. She walked up to the table just watching the game. It didn't take much for Seto to find a flaw in Mokuba's defense, crippling his pieces. Silently she looked at Mokuba who looked as if he didn't know what to do. She tapped him and leaned down whispering softly into his ear. Mokuba looked at the board and smiled, grabbing his bishop and placing it down, checking Seto's king forcing him to move to another square. Mokuba moved up his rook checking him again, Seto moved his king. After two more checking moves Mokuba was able to mate him. Smiling proudly at his victory, he turned to look at the girl who helped him but somewhere during their moves she had slipped off. Seto and Mokuba looked around to see where she could have gone but she was no where. "Who was she?" Mokuba asked. Seto shrugged,"I dunno but...that was good." He said looking at the board, he was interested in how she found a weakness in his defense that he didn't see.
On the t.v a popular children's show started. Mokuba jumped up and ran to the couch, watching intently. Seto kept his eyes on the board, a glint of interest shone in them. He slowly raised his hand tipping over his king. Without realisation in the boy a growing curiosity towards the girl.