Hello again. Yes, I know what you're thinking. 'Another one. When she hasn't even finished the last three yet?' But I just had to do this story. I actually started a prologue thing a few weeks ago for this, but then my computer decided it would start acting up, so I lost all my work.
Oh well. No harm, no foul.
Here's chapter one of my brand new story, but don't expect any updates in the next 8 weeks cos I'm going on holiday!
Enjoy!

Chapter one

"Seto!"

A young boy, of about 10 years old glanced around when he heard his name being called.

He recognised the voice immediately, even though it was choked by emotions.

His best friend, Yami Moto, was running up to him. Tears streamed down his tanned face, much to the surprise of Seto Kaiba. The said boy had never seen Yami cry before. He had always been so strong.

"Yami," Seto breathed his friend's name, as if scared that the utterance would make him be lost forever.

Yami reached his best friend, breath coming in ragged pants. He had just ran all the way from his house to the train station.

"Seto," Yami said. "You can't go. Please don't go."

Seto looked at the ground, feeling guilty, but not sure why. He hadn't wanted his father to get a job in Tokyo, miles away from the smaller city of Domino.

He didn't ask to be wrenched away from the only friend he had just because his father had some stupid job opportunity.

Seto looked up again to regard Yami, who had regained his breath, but was now sobbing uncontrollably. All Seto wanted to do was to take the younger boy in his arms and comfort him, and forget all about moving.

"You know that I can't stay, Yami."

Yami sniffed. "This is so unfair. I don't want you to leave."

"I know. I don't want to leave either."

Both boys had tears flowing down their cheeks by now.

"Seto, we're leaving." The shout from Seto's father alerted him, and he picked up the small bag he had to carry while on the train.

Yami shook his head. "No, Seto please…" the poor boy said in anguish.

Seto looked at Yami, the cool blue gaze of the older boy baring into the dull crimson of the other.

"I'm sorry, Yami," Seto said. "If I could stay you know I would, but I can't."

"Seto, come on!" This time the voice of his mother interrupted the two boys.

"Never forget me, Seto," Yami pleaded. "Please."

Seto raised a shaking hand to brush away the tears from the other's face. "I don't think I ever could."

With that said, Seto turned away from his best friend and boarded the train with his mother and father.

Yami watched all the way as Seto made his way to his seat, making sure he got one by a window.

The train departed, but the boys could not take their eyes off each other.

Yami watched until the train was out of sight, then, sighing deeply, made his way out of the station, glancing back once, as if hoping to see Seto standing there.

Dear Yami,

How are you? I'm doing alright.

I know it's been a while since I contacted you, but we had some things to take care of. Settling into school and stuff.

It's so different here, in Tokyo. For one, the weather is slightly different…

Seto Kaiba frowned and rolled the piece of paper into a ball before throwing it into a trash can, which was already flowing with earlier attempts from writing a letter to his best friend.

"There's no way I can start a letter to Yami about the weather," the boy mumbled to himself. "I mean, he probably expects something more as I've already been here for 3 months now."

Seto frowned again. Why hadn't Yami tried to contact him? He knew Seto's mobile phone number. So why hadn't he called?

The young boy gave an irritated growl and picked up his pen again, but instead of writing a letter, he pressed hard on the paper with the pen, almost to breaking point, and scribbled in crooked lines all over the paper. (A/N I do this. It helps to relieve stress.)

When Seto had effectively managed to cover almost all of the paper surface with the jagged scribbles, he dropped the pen. His hand was trembling. He was trembling all overas well. It scared him a little. He had never had that sort of reaction before.

"Seto!" the boy jumped a foot in the air when he heard his mother's voice from outside his closed door.

"Yes?"

"Dinner's ready." Seto heard footsteps leaving the hallway.

"Already?" he questioned silently to no one in particular. He looked at the clock on the wall. 6:30 pm. He had been in his room for an hour, and didn't even know it.

Seto left his room and went downstairs.

"Hi, sweetheart," his mother greeted. Seto smiled. He loved his mother so much. He didn't know what he would do if ever she left. His father on the other hand was a different story altogether. Seto had never gotten along with his father very well. His father pushed him hard into becoming a business man, that he hardly ever noticed anything else going on in his son's life.

"Hi, mum," Seto greeted. He sat down to the table between his mother and father.

Their dinner was eaten pretty much in silence, until Seto's mother broke it.

"Have you heard from Yami recently, Seto?" she asked.

Seto shook his head. "No, I was trying to write a letter to him earlier, but couldn't get started."

"So you haven't heard from him at all?" his father asked.

"No. Why? What's going on?"

His parents seemed to forget he was in the room for a moment as they talked between themselves.

"I'm surprised Yami didn't tell Seto about what was happening," his mother said.

"It must have slipped his mind. You know how that can happen."

Seto scowled in annoyance. "Will someone please tell me what is going on!"

"Honey, we don't want you to be upset, okay?"

Seto was confused. What was going on?

"The Motos left to go to America last month."

The words that his mother said took some time to sink in, but when they did, Seto couldn't believe it. He shook his head in denial.

"No, Yami wouldn't leave Japan, or even Domino, without telling me first."

His mother put an arm around her son's shoulders, but Seto shrugged her off angrily.

"Why didn't you two tell me anything when you found out? How did you find out?"

His mother answered, "we thought you already knew, and that you would upset if we mentioned it."

His father took over, "and I found out because Yami's father kept in touch with me. He told me over the phone."

Seto was livid. "So Yami had our new phone number all the time and he didn't even try to contact me to tell me he was moving?"

He stood up abruptly and stormed off into his room.

Seto threw his door open. It banged against the wall and closed again when Seto entered the room. He picked up a picture of him and Yami in a frame. It was taken just a week before Seto left.

"Was our friendship nothing to you!" he screamed at the picture. Yami's smiling face seemed to mock him. "How could you do this Yami? I thought we were best friends and you couldn't even be bothered to tell me that you were leaving the damn country!" Seto didn't care that Yami couldn't hear him, nor that he was talking to a photo and nothing more.

"Well, this is what I think of our friendship!" he screamed before launching the photo, frame and all, across the room. It shattered as it came into contact with the wall and fell to the ground.

Having destroyed the picture and gotten rid of some of his tension, Seto was left feeling lonely and dejected. He lay on the bed, tears falling out of his eyes.

"How could you not tell me Yami?" he whispered. He closed his eyes, his previous anger had exhausted him. Behind his eyelids, Seto played back the last full day that he had with his best friend in Domino.

"When you leave for Tokyo, can I still visit you sometimes?" Yami had asked.

"Of course you can. You can visit every weekend if you want to."

Yami smiled at Seto's answer. Both of them were so young that they didn't know the expense of getting to Tokyo and back, but just knowing that Seto would still want him around was enough for Yami.

Seto looked to his best friend. "Do you want to get an ice-cream, Yami?" he asked.

Yami's face brightened even more. "Yes please!" he nodded. He always got hyper around ice-cream. In fact, around anything sweet, something that amused Seto to no end. It was fun watching his friend bounce around and do things he wouldn't normally do. Yami's sugar-highs made him do some crazy things.

Once while at Yami's house, they had chocolate cookies. Yami couldn't stop bouncing off the walls and screaming the place down. At one point, the young boy had even grabbed a pair of boxers from his room and put them over his head before parading around the living room.

Seto smiled at the memory, but then was promptly pulled away by Yami who was screaming for ice-cream.

After a while, the two boys found themselves sitting in a park, their ice-creams had been devoured a while ago.

They now calmly sat on a bench, just enjoying the Sun and each other's company.

"Today makes 5 years," Yami randomly said. Seto turned to look at his best friend.

"5 years since what?" he asked.

Yami still didn't meet Seto's eyes, instead staring off into the trees. "5 years since we first met. When we first became friends."

Seto thought about it. It was true. They had met5 years ago when they were both 5 years old. Seto had been excited as there was talk of a family moving to Domino from Egypt. He wanted to see what they were like. Seto walked through the local playground. It was the quickest way to the new house that was being bought, that the new family were buying.

While he was walking through the playground, he saw a figure on the swings. He squinted his eyes and then chuckled when he saw strange hair that stuck up all over the figure's head. Seto approached the person. They looked lonely.

He walked and around the person so he was facing them. The stranger saw him and looked up. Seto noticed that it was a boy. But he looked so strange. His hair was tri-coloured for one - blonde bangs framed the boy's face, the majority of his hair was black, but crimson tipped the tops of it.

He also noticed that the boy had the most strange, but at the same time the most beautiful eyes, Seto had ever seen. They were crimson, like the tips of his hair, only his eyes were deeper. They had a twinkle in them from the Sun shining on them. They were wide and innocent-looking.

The boy seemed about Seto's age. Maybe a few months younger.

"Hello," Seto greeted the young boy.

"Hello," he answered, a hint of pink appearing in his tanned cheeks.

"I haven't seen you before," Seto continued. "What's your name?"

"Yami Moto," the boy answered. "I only just moved here from Egypt with my family."

"You're from Egypt?" Seto asked, excited. He frowned though in confusion. "But your name means 'Darkness' in Japanese. How can you have a Japanese name, but come from Egypt?"

Yami looked at Seto. The other boy had settled himself into the swing alongside Yami. "My mother is from Egypt but my father is from Japan. They decided to give me a Japanese name simply because my father wanted it," Yami replied.

"Oh. Well, I'm Seto Kaiba," Seto held out his hand for Yami to shake. "It's nice to meet you, Yami."

Yami smiled and shook Seto's hand. From that day on, the two boys had been inseparable.

Seto was brought out of his thoughts when he heard Yami calling his name.

"Seto!" the said boy looked at his friend. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Yami," Seto replied. I'm just thinking about the first day that we met each other."

Yami smiled again and turned back towards the sky.

When did it get so dark? Where had all the time gone? Seto stood up and held out his hand for Yami to take.

"We'd better get going," he said. "It's going to be too dark to see soon."

Yami nodded and took his friend's hand in his own. The two boys always held hands and thought nothing of it. They didn't understand why some people looked at them as though they were the cutest things to walk the planet when they did that, nor did they know why some people were disgusted by the gesture. But they didn't mind in the least what other people thought.

Seto walked Yami to his house first. Seto's street was lit with street lights, but Yami's wasn't. It was always better to be safe.

When they reached the front door, Yami turned to look at Seto, as if trying to etch his face into his memory.

"I can't believe that you're leaving tomorrow," Yami said, tears gathering in his eyes. "What if I never see you again?"

"Yami," Seto said gently. "You know that tomorrow won't be the last time we see each other. Didn't I promise you that you could come and visit every weekend?"

Yami simply nodded and smiled weakly at Seto.

"It's just going to be so hard to say good-bye to you," Yami confessed in a small voice. "You're my best friend, Seto."

"And you're my best friend too, Yami. And you always will be."

Read and review, devoted readers. As I said, the next update will be along some time in September or October.

No flames please!