A/N: This idea popped into my head at like 3am this morning, and I can't stop thinking about it. So I'm hoping that if I turn my idea into a fanfiction, I'll get some sleep tonight. This has nothing to do with my previous stories, just so you know. I'm really hoping I can pull this off, because the format of this story is kind of complicated.

So hear we go: I don't own Yugioh, or its wonderful characters. I do own Iris, Hiro, Jack, Akito, and any other characters that I might come up with.

Memories in the Rain

chapter 1

It was a cold, rainy day in Domino City, Japan. Seto Kaiba sat in his office, looking out his window. He hated the rain. It seemed that every bad thing that had happened to him in his life had happend while it was raining.

Days like today brought back painful memories, memories of his parents, of his childhood: memories he worked so hard to supress all these years. It had been nearly 10 years since his father died, 13 since his mother had.

His train of thought was interrupted by the buzzing of the intercom. Muttering under his breath, he pressed the button. "What do you want, Hilary?" he growled at his secratary.

"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Kaiba, but there is someone here to see you."

"Does he have an appointment?"

"Well, no, but he insists that its of the utmost importance."

"Tell him to come back when he has an appointment." he snarled.

"He says it concerns your parents, and something about an inheritance."

This surprised the 20 year old billionare. He had never told anyone of his previous identity, lest any long lost 'realatives' showed up begging for money. He wondered just who this man could be.

"Very well, send him in."

"Yes sir."

He sat at his desk, and put his best 'I am in complete control' look on. The door opened, and in walked a tall man with graying brown hair and blue eyes. He was a bit familiar, but Kaiba couldn't quite place him.

"Seto, you were one hard person to track down." he said, breaking into a warm smile, "Dear god, you look just like Iris."

"How the hell do you know my mother's name?" Kaiba demanded.

"Don't you remember me, Seto? No, I guess you wouldn't, you haven't seen me since you were seven. I'm your mother's brother. I'm your uncle Jack."

Instantly, Kaiba remembered him, standing beside his mother's coffin, weeping at the sight of her beautiful, cold expressionless face, so unlike the smile she constantly wore in life. His american uncle, Jack LaSalle.

"Well, what do you want from me, Jack?" he demanded, "Money?"

"No no no! I don't want anything from you. I've actually got something for you."

"Oh? And what do you have for me, the richest man in Japan?"

"This," the older man said, handing his nephew an envelope. Giving him a suspisious glare, he opened the envelope and read the letter inside. His eyes grew wide at what it said.

"My father's brother was arrested?"

"Yes. I turned him in for stealing what rightfully belonged to you and your brother."

"Why did you do that? What were you hoping to gain?"

His uncle looked hurt. "For gods sake, Seto! I just wanted justice to be served to that asshole. After what he did, I'm surprised you don't feel the same! I don't want anything from you!"

Kaiba felt a little guilty. His long lost uncle seemed sincere, and it had been his dearest wish at one point to do just what Jack LaSalle had done. "I'm sorry. You must understand that I have to be cautious."

"Thats alright. I'm just happy that Akito Nozomi is finally getting what he deserves."

"So what did we get? From our parents?"

"I think there is a list inside."

He looked inside the envelope again, and sure enough, there was a second sheet inside. A list. He read it over.

"So Mokuba and I have inheritated our parent's house, and our father's music company?"

"Yes. Sorry there isn't any money, Akito still has control over that until after the trial."

"Well, thats fine. I don't need money. But it IS satisfying to know that after all these years, Nozomi Records is in my control."

Jack nodded. "Your father devoted his life to his company. It's good to know that it is in good hands again."

"How can I ever thank you?"

"I simply need you to be at your old house in Torino saturday morning at 9 am. The lawyers wish to confirm that everything is in order."

Kaiba stood and shook his uncle's hand. With an extremely wide grin, the older man took his leave.

He sat back at his desk, and swiveled his chair to look out the window. The rain had stopped.

'figures,' he thought, 'today is the first time something good's happend to me in a long time...'

A/N: And that was chapter 1. Next chapter, the story takes off. It is extremely sad. I tear up just thinking about it. I only hope that I can deliver it well enough that you can feel all the emotion that I feel. Until then:

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