Title: Family Matters
Author(s): Anime-Blade and Kikyana
Rate: M
Main Pairing: Kaiba Seto x Kaiba Mokuba
Side/Mentioned Pairings: Seto x OC, Mokuba x OC, Seto x Yami no Yuugi
Warnings: yaoi, language, ooc-ness in characters, AU, incest
Disclaimer: We don't own anything except the plot and our OC's
Status: 1/6

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Chapter One

"Will that be all sir..? Sir?" Mokuba was staring out the window of the small cafe, obviously daydreaming as the woman spoke to him. "Sir?"
"Huh? Oh...yes, thank you..."
"Alright, your total is..." He didn't care to listen, and just merely shoved a twenty at her and walked away. A pretty nice tip for a two dollar cup of coffee.
He sat down with his cup of coffee and two creamers at a table near the window. As he stirred the coffee and cream together, his mind wandered to all the things that were going on in his life now.
During college, which seemed to be a lifetime in the past for the now twenty-six year old, he had met a fabulous woman, someone who loved him openly. They'd begun to live together, and eventually became engaged. Mokuba had been picked up right out of college by a rather large Graphic Design company, and now that he was able to access his trust fund, he had more then enough money to support him and said fiancée. All of this had, of course, happened without Seto hearing much of it. After all, they hadn't really spoken in years. There was always the 10 minute call on birthdays and major holidays, but aside from that, there was no contact...especially not like it had been before.

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"Se-chan… Isn't that your brother?" Of course it was hard to tell, she had after all, only seen him from photographs…
Sapphire eyes turned towards where the blonde next to him had pointed, recognition playing through his eyes. His first instinct was to go straight over to the other; his saner second thought was to run from the coffee shop. Neither truly mattered since the woman next him was already dragging him towards the table his brother was residing at. His stomach turned awkwardly at the thought of seeing him, especially with his fiancée draped on his arm.
"Janice, I really don't think…"
"Mokuba-san!" She said cheerfully, bringing them to stand next to the table, Seto, still feeling unsure but masking it with a light smile and quiet greeting. "Seto's told me so much about you, Mokuba-san, it's nice to meet you."

His eyes tore away from his coffee the moment he heard a strange woman call out his name. His mouth went slightly slack, obvious shock and surprise written all over his face at the sight of his older brother standing in front of him.
Maybe what he said next was rude, but Mokuba wasn't really looking at how polite he was being right now, "Who are you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. He'd never seen this woman before...and why was she all over Seto? A slight pang of jealousy ran through him, but he chose to ignore it.
He managed to compose himself slightly, making himself look a lot less ridiculous then he had when he first spotted Seto, as he pushed the two chairs across from him out with his foot, silently offering them both a seat at the table.

"Mokuba, this is Janice Besher, my fiancée. Janice, this, as you know, is my brother." He knew it sounded forced, and in a way it was, considering he hadn't expected to run into his brother… They both sat down, Janice smiling cheerfully while Seto fought to keep a neutral expression. "It's so sad we haven't met any sooner then only now, especially with next month being so hectic!"

Mokuba's own calm appearance faltered immediately at the word 'fiancée', but he immediately caught himself and put on a rather convincing smile, "Fiancée? Wow. That's really exciting..." He said softly, before taking a rather long sip of his coffee, "Seems like I've missed a lot..." he muttered.
"Oh? Hectic you say?" Mokuba was a master of the fake-interested tone. He had to ass-kiss his way up the corporate ladder; so it was a skill that was necessary.

Janice smiled knowingly, aware that he wasn't interested, which was fine. He probably needed some alone time with his brother after not seeing him for a while. Glancing over at Seto's watch she smiled again before standing up, "I have my appointment now, Se-chan." When she saw that he was about to get up to follow she shook her head, "You have catching up to do, I'll be fine. It's not like it's the first check-up I've had." After receiving a brief nod she gave him a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing from their sight and the coffee shop altogether.

"Se-chan?" Mokuba had to resist laughing at the pet name. He'd never pictured anyone calling his brother such a...cute name. He took another sip of coffee, before setting the cup gently back down on the table, "She seems...nice." Yes. Nice was a fine word. Good enough at least.

Seto couldn't help the mild glare he shot his brother- he'd never been able to break the blonde of her habit of using that name for him, even though he was fairly certain she used it more often then not simply because it annoyed him. His brother was talking again, and seemingly unable of what to make of her, but most did. "Aa. She's also an excellent business partner. Our companies are going to be merged next month."

"Oh...I see. So is that the hectic stuff she was talking about?" He questioned, before taking the final sip of his coffee. Mokuba traced his finger along the edge of the cup, not wanting to look at his brother. He wiped the slight bit of coffee from his finger onto a napkin, and then crumpled it up. He was beginning to wonder if Seto was feeling as...awkward about this as he was.

"Among other things..." he replied vaguely, wondering which of them would make an excuse to leave first, since it was obvious they no longer knew how to act around the other. Why would they? It had been so different before...

"I see..." Mokuba sighed slightly, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know if I told you or not, last time we spoke on the phone, but Atsuka and I are engaged as well." He suddenly found himself wishing for a meeting he had to get to...This was all far too strange.

"No, you didn't..." Seto didn't bother letting shock get to him, he was too focused on not giving in to nervous habits. "Next month... Janice and I are set to be married at the end of it. You should come."

'You should come.' It sounded like such a forced offering. Like the kind you offer to someone who you dislike that overhears you talking about a party. "I don't know...Next month is a pretty busy month for me." He lied. Sitting through Seto's wedding would be...uncomfortable to say the least. He still had feelings for Seto, those would probably never go away, and he began to wonder just how unrequited they were. "So...Is this really how we're going to live our lives?" He questioned, as he began to tug at a loose string on the sleeve of his 'Tokyo University' sweatshirt; a nervous habit.

Seto went silent, wondering the same thing himself before finally standing, slipping his hands into his pockets and glancing away from the younger. "Let's talk somewhere else. You know I hate public places like this." And it would give them the chance they needed to be in a more secluded place where they could hopefully sort things out. That probably wouldn't even be possible though...

Mokuba finally looked up at him, and nodded before standing as well. "My apartment is only a ten minute walk from here." He couldn't remember if Seto had ever been there. Probably not. He lived alone, which might sound odd for an engaged man, but Atsuka's parents were traditional Christians; which meant no living together until after the wedding. He grabbed his cup, and tossed it in the trashcan before walking towards the door, "Is that alright with you?" He questioned.

"It's fine." Not that he really thought he needed to know where his brother lived, but it would be nice... He doubted they'd speak to each other again after this for another few months anyway. Seto briefly wondered why he was trying to even get them to speak with one another when they'd go right back to barely speaking once they parted ways. He followed his brother regardless to that.

They walked in silence for the majority of the time, only speaking to let Seto know they had arrived at their destination. They went up three flights of stairs, and then down to the end of the hall. He fished around in his pockets for a few minutes, before finally finding his keys and shoving them into the lock. With a slight twist, the door opened, revealing a nicely sized apartment. There wasn't much furniture, but Mokuba had no need for that. The living room connected directly into the dining room, which was to the left of the kitchen. And behind that was a hallway leading back to the bedroom and bathroom. "I was pretty lucky to get this apartment...They're usually bought up pretty quickly." He removed his shoes, and tossed his keys onto a table beside the door that was littered with various junk mail that the younger Kaiba hadn't bothered to open.
Mokuba shut the door once Seto had stepped in, and moved over towards the kitchen, "Do you want something to drink?" He asked, as he pulled out a bottle of water for himself from the fridge. A small black kitten came out from behind the couch, and mewed curiously up at Seto, before rubbing its cheek against his leg.

Sapphire eyes glanced around the room, taking in what it had to offer before turning towards his brother at his question. He merely shook his head, wondering what they could possibly speak of now that they were here- it almost made him wish they were still outside walking. At least then they'd had an excuse for remaining silent.
His attention snapped down when he heard the soft mewl from the kitten, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he crouched down in front of it. Janice had insisted on a pet, and a kitten had been her choice; a sandy coloured one that she'd given some unusual name he didn't care to remember. It wasn't as if the little demon listened to it, though it had somehow managed to get him to warm up to it.

He nodded and walked from the kitchen. He came to sit on the couch and motioned for Seto to sit as well. "So...This Janice...Does she make you happy?" He asked. He smiled slightly as he watched his brother crouch down in front of the cat, "Kiichi," He muttered, "That's her name." The kitten's ears perked slightly as she heard her name called, but she stayed where she was, nuzzling against Seto's leg. "She has good taste." he muttered to himself.

"I suppose..." He murmured absently, taking more interest in the kitten then a response. He stroked the cats back gently before getting up to sit next to his brother while wondering if it would simply be better if he left.

He sighed, and once again ran his hand through his hair; another nervous habit. They sat in silence for quite a while before he spoke again, "This was stupid..." He muttered, as he cracked open the seal on his water bottle, "If you want to leave...you can." Mokuba didn't know what he had been hoping for...But this awkward silence definitely wasn't it.

"I don't, knowing that if I do it'll be months again before I hear from you, never mind seeing you." Seto said softly, glancing at him and feeling unsure as to how to react.

"It's not like you've exactly offered to have me over...You're getting married next month and I didn't even know you had a fiancée..." Mokuba pulled his knees up to his chest, and placed his chin on them, seated in a rather defensive position. "How the hell did we get like this?" he muttered, looking up at Seto for an answer...something he hadn't done in years.

"I don't know..." He murmured quietly, staring at the younger for a moment before gently brushing the others bangs aside. "Whenever we spoke you always made some excuse that you had to get off... I didn't think you'd want to come over even if I asked."

Mokuba nodded slightly, "You're probably right...It just...feels weird seeing you, you know?" He closed his eyes as he felt his brother's fingertips brushing over his forehead, "But that's probably just me..."

"It's not just you..." He replied quietly, letting his finger-tips brush along his brothers cheek ever so slightly, wondering why he was doing it in the first place.

"Seto...Niisama...I'm sorry." God, he didn't even know how long it had been since he had called the other 'Niisama' but it felt oddly comforting. As did the light touches on his cheek. He knew this was his entire fault...This distance. If he'd just held out a little longer, maybe Seto would have told him how he felt. But no, he had to go off and be his typical spoiled-brat self about the situation, and give up just because he wasn't getting what he wanted.

"It's not your fault, Mokuba." Seto stared at him a few moments longer before finally pulling the other against his chest tightly as he wrapped his arms around the male. "You have nothing to apologize about..."

It felt so good to be in Seto's arms, and he allowed himself to be held like that for a few moments before pulling away. "No, Seto...It is..." he said, looking into his brother's sapphire eyes, "I left you...that makes it my fault..."

"You left because of me, Mokuba, we both know that." His arms remained snaked around his brother's waist, refusing to let him go anywhere soon. "It wouldn't have happened if I had said... it." Which was the problem he was facing again. He hadn't said it to Janice, she simply said she understood- actions spoke louder then words, that was that she always reminded him.

"I was a stupid twit, and we both know that. I was being selfish...I should have known better then anyone how hard it is for you to express yourself verbally..." He reached up, running his fingers through Seto's hair. He noticed a few stray grey hairs mixed in with the deep chocolate color, and he would have made fun of this in a different situation. "Do you, even just a little, feel the same way?" There was a small hint of hopefulness in his voice that he couldn't have hidden if he wanted to.

"Gods Mokuba..." He pressed his brother against his chest tightly, loosening his hold slightly since he didn't want to hurt him. "You have no idea." Seto murmured. He would have kissed the younger if he wasn't so unsure of what that would cause.

Mokuba didn't care. He wanted to kiss Seto, and he'd already established that he was a selfish twit who got what he wanted. He pushed back slightly, just enough to pull himself up a few more inches and press his lips to Seto's. The flood gates that held back his feeling for the past six year broke open, releasing everything he'd been trying to deny in just one brief moment.

The second he felt his brothers lips pressing against his he knew it was lost as every thought besides keeping the male in his arms fled his mind. He pressed back urgently before parting his lips, seeking the others tongue with his own as he licked along Mokuba's lower lip.

Mokuba shivered at the feeling of his brother's tongue on his lips, and he instantly pulled back. "No...I can't." He spoke more to himself, and then he did to Seto, "This can't happen...I'm engaged..." Though he made no movement to push away from Seto's grasp.

He knew it was wrong, so very wrong... but it felt so good to feel Mokuba's lips against his, to hold him... "Nothing's going to happen." Seto murmured, kissing the younger male.

Mokuba drew back again, using a hand to hold his brother back so he couldn't kiss him again. "Please...don't...If you kiss me again, I'll only hope for more. We can't do this." He could feel tears stinging his stormy eyes as he looked into Seto's.

"Don't..." He murmured, caressing the males cheek lightly, "Don't cry over this, Mokuba." He hated seeing his brother look at him like this; it tore at him to see the other barely keeping himself together.

"How can I not cry over this?" He yelled, now finding it that much harder to hold his tears in. "I love you, God dammit! I still love you!" Mokuba hid his face with both of his hands as he turned his head downwards, not wanting his brother to see him cry.

Seto pulled him onto his lap, slipping a hand beneath the others shirt as he stroked his back to try and calm him. "I know... but you've shed enough tears because of that already. Please don't..." He murmured softly, forcing his brother to look at him before he lightly pressed his lips to Mokuba's before pulling back.

Without hesitation, Mokuba's arms came up around Seto's neck, and he pressed his lips back to those of his brother's. Once again, he was a small child; afraid of his feelings, seeking approval from his Niisama whom he admired so much. 'don't pull back, don't pull back, don't...' was the mantra that repeated over and over in his head as his tongue now slipped out to trace along his brothers lips.

Seto watched the younger through half lidded eyes, knowing he should pull back and doubting he'd be able to. They needed this... although he didn't want to think what this would do to Mokuba who was already so fragile with these things. His lips parted to let his tongue out, brushing it against the younger's lightly.

Mokuba hadn't remembered just how sweet his brother tasted. Somewhere in the back of his mind he vaguely wondered if Janice appreciated every kiss she received from Seto the way he did now. He continued the kiss for as long as his lungs would allow, and pulled away breathless. The younger stared into the elder's eyes yet again as he panted slightly, trying to re-fill his lungs with the oxygen they were begging for. "Seto...please..." Desperately, he was pleading now for what they used to have. The passion, the desire...the love; all of it.

"I thought we couldn't do this?" He asked, trailing his lips across the males jaw before dipping down to his neck, immediately finding the others sensitive areas as he teased the skin with his tongue. He trailed his hands around to play along Mokuba's stomach before creeping up his chest, brushing over his nipples before toying with them, knowing he'd get a positive reaction out of him.

"We can't..." He muttered, though his actions spoke quite differently. He tilted his head to the side; exposing more of his neck to his brother, and a light, pleasure noise escaped him as he felt Seto's hands on his chest. Mokuba gripped Seto's shoulders tightly in his hand, as if he'd push him away at any moment...though that was the furthest thing from his mind.

"Then why are you letting me do this?" He moved back enough to strip Mokuba's of his shirt, tossing it aside before his mouth went back to his neck, trailing down his chest. Seto shifted slightly before pressing Mokuba down to lie on his back while his lips and tongue trailed across his brother's chest.

Mokuba willingly lay back on the couch, head resting against a throw pillow near the arm rest. "Because I love you..." he muttered, back arching into his brother's teasing kisses.

"That's not why... You need this, don't you Mokuba?" He murmured, going over every inch of skin as he moved down his brother's chest until he reached his stomach. He nipped at the skin along the others side as he undid the younger's pants, though left them where they were.

He nodded his head, gasping as his brother hit all of his most sensitive areas. It had been so long, yet Seto knew exactly how to get him worked up still. "Yes...please..." Was all he managed to get out, back arching even further; body begging for Seto to go further.

A slight smirk worked its way to his lips as he saw that he still knew the most sensitive spots the other had. "You're not going to make me stop? Say we shouldn't... that this is wrong?" He asked, while massaging his brother's member through the material of his pants.

"God...don't fucking tease me...you know it's wrong." He bit his lip, stifling a moan as Seto's hand worked wonders even through the pants. His hips lurched forward slightly, trying to intensify the friction, even though his jeans were becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

"I'll tease you all I want and you'll take it, you always do. And you know I don't mean it that way... anything that feels good is always wrong." He tugged Mokuba's jeans down a bit, enough for him to slip his hand beneath his brothers boxers and further arouse him.

He whined pathetically, and thrust his hips up one final time before falling back onto the couch, to lazy to even try anymore. Seto was right, he would take it. Then again, he'd take anything he could get right now. "You know what I mean...this...us...it's wrong..."

"Of course it's wrong, didn't you just hear what I said?" Seto was still smirking, but decided he wouldn't torture the younger anymore at the moment and pulled both his pants and boxers off. He slipped down a bit before flicking his tongue out over Mokuba's member, teasing the head briefly before taking it into his mouth.

"If it's wrong then why are we - UHN..." Well...That was one way to shut Mokuba up. Sounds of pleasure forced their way from the back of his throat. He couldn't help but realize that Atsuka wasn't nearly as good at this as Seto was...He reached down with one hand, tangling his fingers into his brother's soft brown hair, attempting to push himself further into the moist heat.

Seto mentally smirked as he deep throated the other- he knew he made his point, and his brother knew precisely why they were doing this. They needed this... He needed to tease his brother, needed him to beg to be taken just as much as Mokuba needed to feel him.

Mokuba bit his lip, hard, to try and hold back all the pleasured sounds that wanted to escape him. He squeezed slightly on the hair that was in his hand, not meaning to hurt the other, "Oh god... Seto... please..." he gasped slightly, before continuing, "Dammit, just take me already!" He cried out.

Seto reached up to untangle his brother's hand from his hair before being able to pull back, smirking once again. "We should really move this to your bed... and get something in the means of lube." He murmured, before moving down again as he lifted Mokuba's hips to run his tongue teasingly along the others entrance.

Mokuba whimpered slightly, before pulling away, "It's in the drawer of my nightstand" Mokuba muttered. He stood up, best he could, and practically dragged his brother through the hallway, and into the bedroom. Once there, Mokuba dropped down onto his knees in front of Seto and made quick work of pushing down the other's pants and boxers. He trailed his tongue from Seto's thigh, upwards, brushing it over the head of his erection, before moving up further to his stomach. It was his turn to get a good taste of Seto now. He latched both of his hands onto Seto ass, holding him in place as he dipped his head back down, taking him into his mouth as best he could. Mokuba had never been good about deep throating; he had too much of a gag reflex for that.

A shiver ran down his spine when he felt the others tongue on his skin, wondering briefly where Mokuba's impatience to move things along had gone. He quickly removed his shirt and let it drop to the floor before running his fingers through the others hair. He managed to keep his hips still, knowing he'd only cause the younger to gag if he were to do anything.

His eyes slipped closed as he worked his tongue around the heated piece of flesh; tracing the vein on the underside over and over again. Eventually, his own need became too much and he had to pull back from him. He reached over to his night stand, and quickly grabbed the lubrication out of it; shutting the drawer before Seto could see what was inside of it. A pang of guilt shot threw his heart as he saw the picture of Atsuka and himself from the previous Christmas when they had gone to America. He shook his head, and pushed the frame face down, so he didn't have to look at it before standing.

Seto came up behind him, wrapping his arms around the slightly smaller male. He pulled him back against his chest before trailing light kisses along his neck, moving across to his shoulder before going down along his back. As he stood back up he took the lubrication from Mokuba before pushing him onto the bed lightly.

He grabbed Seto's shoulders, pulling him down on top of himself. He couldn't help that his eyes kept wandering over to the overturned picture frame, and he began to feel even guiltier. "Seto..." he looked back to his brother, "I...I can't do this if it's meaningless." Mokuba wasn't going to sleep with Seto, if it wasn't going to lead them back into a relationship...he wasn't about to cheat on his fiancée for just a meaningless fuck.

"How can you ask me if this is meaningless?" They both had significant others, and his was four and half months pregnant on top of it... He cared for her greatly, but it was so different from Mokuba. He couldn't have the other regretting something though... Might as well get everything out. "I'm marrying her next month." He reminded.

"I'm marrying in three..." He muttered, looking back to the picture frame. He closed his eyes, and shook his head. He could feel the tears forming there again. "Is this really how we're gonna live our lives?" he repeated his question from earlier, "Married, with families...and still kicking ourselves in the ass every day for giving up on something that could have been truly wonderful?"

Seto sighed quietly as he sat next to Mokuba. He knew something was going to happen, he could feel it... Why had he kissed Mokuba again! "I have to marry her... We were going to wait a while more but we moved the date up." He said quietly.

"So I guess that's a yes." He mumbled. Mokuba rolled over on his side, back facing Seto. His whole body shook slightly as he sobbed quietly, not letting his brother hear his cries. What had he been expecting anyway? A person can't just kiss another after six years and expect everything to be the same way again...after all, Mokuba had been the one to end the relationship in the first place, it wasn't fair for him to try and re-start something.

It would probably be easier if he left, but he couldn't do that... it wouldn't feel right to him. Seto turned around, watching his brother for a moment before lying down next to him and wrapping an arm around his waist.

"For the love of god, Seto! Stop." He begged, trying to move away from him. "Don't touch me like a lover would...you're not my lover anymore! You don't want me..." He covered his face again, curling himself up into a ball underneath the blanket.

"Mokuba... I do want you, that's the problem." He refused to let him go and instead forced him to look at him. "If I could I'd call it off with her. You have no idea how much I want to if it would give me you again."

Mokuba clung to his brother, once again becoming a young child; lost and confused. "What are we supposed to do? I can't marry her...Not with how much I love you..." He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, "We really fucked up this one, didn't we?"

"Aa... We did." He murmured, stroking Mokuba's back lightly. Seto kissed him lightly before sighing and pulling him close, unsure what to do. What could they do? There wasn't anyway to fix the mess they were in...

He rolled, so he was now lying on top of Seto. He crossed his arms and laid his head on top of them. He still wasn't nearly as tall as Seto, which was beneficial for laying in this position. "I'm going to take a wild guess and say you're not the type to cheat on his wife..." He said, trying to make a joke.

Seto just gave him a look before taking to drawing random patterns along the others back. He dipped lower at times, coming dangerously close to trailing across Mokuba's ass. He had his other arm snaked around his brother's waist.

Mokuba reached back and grabbed his brother's hand when it trailed just a little to close. "Watch it." He said, in a serious tone. He twisted his arm in a slightly weird way, and laced his fingers with Seto's, "I wish you would have gone with your wife to her appointment..." He said, staring at his brother through hurt eyes.

"She's not my wife yet." Seto said absently, though a few weeks would change that. He tightened his grip, keeping his fingers laced with Mokuba.

"Its close enough..." He muttered, placing his head directly on Seto's chest. "She doesn't know you're here...Should you call her so she doesn't worry about you...?" He mumbled absently.

"She's still at her appointment..." He murmured absently, before shifting the other enough to pick him up. "We should get dressed at least, don't you think?" Seto questioned, picking him up off the bed and carrying him back into the living room to drop him on the couch before picking up Mokuba's clothes and dropping it on him. He quickly retrieved his own and was half dressed by the time he came back.

Mokuba hadn't dressed at all. He was merely staring out the window, much like he had been at the coffee shop earlier that morning. His head hurt, and he felt like he wanted to vomit. If seeing Seto was going to do this to him, he prayed to God he never had to see his brother again after today. "So...Are you leaving now?" He muttered quietly, merely clutching his clothes tightly to his body.

"Do you want me to go?" He asked quietly, sitting next to Mokuba. "I won't go until you tell me to." He promised. "You should get dressed though..." Seto touched his arm lightly, "You're getting cold."

"Yeah...I guess you're right..." He slowly stood from the couch, and began to slip his clothes on bit by bit. Once he was done, he sat back down on the couch, before lying on his side, head rested firmly against the armrest. He wanted Seto to go away, and never speak to him again, but at the same time, he didn't want his brother to leave...this was all far too confusing. "You can stay if you want...I don't care..." His tone was flat. No emotion to it whatsoever.

"Alright..." He murmured, running his fingers through Mokuba's hair briefly before sitting down near the end of the couch. "I'll stay for a bit."

Mokuba sat up, and then lay down again. This time laying his head on Seto's thigh. Still, he felt like a child. Still lost. Still confused. "Onegai Niisama..." he muttered, rather childishly, "Don't leave me..." He gripped the bottom of Seto's shirt with one hand, a weak attempt to keep him from leaving.

"I won't... Not until you say so." Seto murmured softly, gently threading his fingers through his brother's hair. If he didn't call Janice it would be fine, she'd assume he'd gotten caught up with Mokuba, which was true, enough...

"Then stay forever..." He muttered.

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Well that turned out to be an eventful eleven pages… For anyone wondering about what's going on with 'Herzlied', it's on hiatus. It will be finished, no worries there. It'll hopefully get updated soon. Kikyana and I are just getting wrapped up in this new plot …

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