Sunday. Sunday is a day wherein almost all people can relax. It's also the day when families spend quality time together. They often go to malls, restaurants, see a movie and other activities in which they will have fun.

But here I am today, on my usual chair at Kaiba Corporation, kissing a mountain of paper to be reviewed. I don't usually go to office on a Sunday, but that important meeting, as what my executives had said, wasn't important at all. They only wanted to ask for my permission about the adjustments of the duel disk. It made me furious because that can wait until tomorrow.

Since I'm here, I decided to review some documents. After a few hours, I leaned against my chair and closed my eyes for to relax.

One particular Sunday, I don't know when that was before Gozaburo adopted us, I remembered that I went out to go to a mall for the first time in my life.

It was an ordinary mall for it only had some toy shops. I looked around to see some of their products. I felt relaxed for a while but then I suddenly heard Mokuba shouting. I heard him calling someone. When I went to see who it was, I saw Mokuba hugging an adult. I observed them. Why Mokuba would hug someone? To my surprise I saw the adult smiling at me then Mokuba whispered some words to him and he turned to my direction.

"Seto!" he called.

I stood there motionless for a second to observe his features. He had a brunette hair just like mine, cerulean eyes that were so warm and welcoming and a smile that only run as far as I know in our family.

"Seto!" he called again. Mokuba then was smiling.

I ran straight to him. Smiling and shouting the name Father to him. He was there, his smile so wide and his hands are stretched wide apart. He raised me up that made me float in the air for a few seconds. Mokuba was also there, laughing and smiling. I enjoyed the moment and hugged my father so tight that we landed on the ground.

I opened my eyes. It was a dream. I stood up and looked at the window.

"Sometimes," I said to myself, "Sometimes I wished that my parents didn't die so that I would have kept that smile up until now."

Now, I feel my eyes are betraying me.

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A/N: Sorry.. This is my first attempt to publish a fic. Sorry, the story's not nice and I'm sorry if the plot is bad... (