It started as a normal day at work for Seto. For the last year now he'd been continuously pestered by calls from a private number. Normally he would let these calls go straight to voice mail but the person would never leave any message. Seeing as the occurrences of these messages were often. The CEO had decided to pay no attention to them. It was probably a stalker or something like that. It was about nine in the morning when the call came, a bit out-of-place seeing it was not at the usual time for this private caller to call. So he decided to pick it up.

"Hello, Seto Kaiba speaking." he said clearly into the phone.

"We're going to send you details of where you should be coming this afternoon. Bring your brother." the person on the other end of the line said. "We've tried to contact you for ages now and this is your last chance. Today the world ends."

Seto grunted and hung up. Probably a prank call intended to draw him out into the open. His email then sprang open and a message supposedly from the united nations popped up. Seto closed the message. Someone had hacked his systems it seemed. Hacked his maximum security system. So he set to work on doing a virus scan of all of KaibaCorps systems in the hope of washing out whatever virus' could be creeping. When none were found he gritted his teeth in annoyance and decided to open the email. It had two attachments. One was a map and the other was printable tickets. He scowled at them and decided to read the email.

The email detailed of scientists discovered that there would soon be a major shift in the ears crust and that basically it was going to be the end of the world as they knew it. It detailed too of ships that were talking in certain people from all over the world to keep the human race going. The email was quite convincing, either this was actually happening or someone was being very clever.

Getting up from his chair he printed the tickets and map. Before heading to a different computer with the plan of loading the map to a data card that he would then load to his blue eyes jet plane. The plane had recently received upgrades to be more aerodynamic and fuel efficient. With a full tank of full he'd be able to fly for seventy-eight hours straight. The only downside to the jet was the fact it only carried two people and at the most, a couple of briefcases of stuff. But that would be enough if it came down to what was said in the email.

Just as he'd loaded the card the jet the building began to shake violently. Seto steadied himself by grabbing a table and soon it was over. He growled under his breath. Perhaps the email was right. Maybe it really was the end of the world. Well, if so... he'd better go and get Mokuba from school. He could take a helicopter from the building to his brother's school and pick him up before heading off to the base where he kept his jet. Gathering his suitcase together he removed paperwork and put in a couple of his favorite books along with his deck. There was no way in the world he was going to let his dragons get hurt. Even if it was the end of the world. He'd still save them. Right then another quake started and growling under his breath he ignored it and started for the stairs and the top of the KaibaCorp office building.

After thirty seconds the quake stopped, this one had been more violent than the last and some parts of the building seemed to have broken. A few ceiling tiles and that was about it. Running up the stairs he passed many people heading the opposite way for when, or if, the building had become unstable. Some were beginning to fear another even stronger quake in the near future. Many higher-ups questioned what the CEO he was doing but Seto pushed them from his way and finally made it to the top of the building when another stronger quake hit. With a growl he ran to the copter and jumped in. He didn't bother with a safety check because as soon as the quake had finished another started and he felt the building beginning to tip over. Copter on and active he began take off and was in the air sooner than what was safe. At least his building was the tallest around so that no other building could crash into him. That was a bonus.

Immediately he took off towards his brother's school, he kept a close eye on the city below. Cracks in the surface of the ground were appearing everywhere and he wondered how many casualties had happened so far. He didn't bother to look back to KaibaCorp. If it fell it fell. If it didn't, well good. Mean's he made the right choices about the positioning of the building.

It was a short flight to Mokuba's school and he landing outside before turning on the speakerphone of the helicopter. "Mokuba," he called into the microphone, "I'm picking you up early today. Get out here now, I don't care there's an earthquake. If you stay there you are going to die, you hear me?" Many students responded by running from the classroom but then cringing away from wind the helicopter was putting out. Seto waiting impatiently for his younger brother who soon appeared and was yelled at by Seto to get in the copter immediately.

"Seto, what's going on?" the younger asked hoping into the seat next to his brother and then slamming the door shut.

"If my sources are correct, the end of the world Mokie." without another word he took off and pointed the helicopter in the direction of the jet.

"Where are we going big brother?" Mokuba then asked.

"We're going to get the jet, fly to some place in china and board a ship that will theoretically save our asses while the rest of the world goes to oblivion." Seto said sternly. If was a five-minute flight in the helicopter to reach were the jet was and Kaiba was more than relieved when he found the facility intact. Landing it outside on of the doors he didn't bother to power down the helicopter. He landed it on the shaking ground and leapt out with his briefcase and made a beeline for the doors. Being a research facility some of his scientists were present. Most were bracing themselves because of the earthquake but after being shouted at by Seto to get to their stations for the launch of the jet they nervously did as they were told.

After a quick rush around with Mokuba he'd grabbed his helmet and turned it on. Details of wind and direction immediately appeared before his eyes. He jumped into the jet and pulled Mokuba in with him. Another earthquake hit and sparks flew from some of the control panels. "Now!" he shouted through the speakers at the scientist who obeyed and flicked the switch nervously for the CEO who in their opinion must have gone insane. With very little trouble they were in the air and off towards their destination. The good thing about being in Japan meant that the journey shouldn't have been that long.

Mokuba in the back seat looked out the window nervously. The cities were starting to go to ruin as they cracked up, shifting eastward towards the boundary of the tectonic plate. He swallowed his fear and sat back in his seat. "Seto..."

"Yes Mokuba."

"What about our friends..."

There was a pause. "We can't save them."

"Can't we at least say goodbye..."

Seto pushed a few buttons and the screen on the back of his seat lit up. "Call whoever you want to Mokuba..."

Nervously Mokuba scowled through their contacts and tried to call Yugi. Seto glanced over his shoulder to the city. The buildings were a mess. He'd be surprised if any calls made it. To his surprise he heard someone pick up the phone to Mokuba's call. "Help! I don't know whose calling but if you can help, please..." Seto immediately recognized the voice. "Yugi!" he yelped in alarm and switch the video call from Mokuba's screen to his own. "Yugi, we, we can't help you. But... we can say goodbye. What's happening."

"I'm trapped... the gameshop... roof... please don't leave me. Help..."

"Yugi, this is the end of the world. In your position... your doomed. I'd help if I could but landing my jet anywhere in the city is a suicide mission... plus... only two seats. I'm sorry but, I can't help you."

There was a flash of light and the snarling face of the Pharaoh took Yugi's place. "You say we're doomed Kaiba, but we won't stop fighting just because you tell us too."

Seto's eyes moved away from the screen. "I'm sorry Pharaoh, but your both going to die. I'm in my jet and I can see the city from where I am... anyone there is doomed. If the falling buildings don't kill you the tsunami's afterwards will."

"Kaiba! You bastard! Help us!" the Pharaoh yelled at the small technological device he was holding. The game shop was a wreck, the roof was caved in and the door jammed. He/Yugi were trapped and among the rubble. In a space no more than a metre by a metre wide. Yugi had tried to dig his way out when his mobile had begun to ring. He didn't know he was but he had been was crying in distress. "We're not going to die!?" he shouted at the phone, his voice breaking showing how frightened he was. Sure he and Yugi had faced some fearful situations. But being trapped. With no light other the phone. Almost continuous earthquakes. This was something he didn't understand, something that terrified him.

Seto attempted to give him a small reassuring smile. "I'm really glad I had the opportunity to make your acquaintance. You and all your friends. Thinking back on it. You all made my life a better experience than it probably would have otherwise. Thank you, Yugi, Pharaoh. You were brilliant rivals and I wish I could save you. It will be a dull world for me without you."

The Pharaoh who still held the phone shook with his teeth bared. Yugi tried to take his body back but fear held the spirit in place. "Don't leave us here. You have to help us!" he cried. The line went fuzzy.

Seto swallowed guilt creeping into his mind. "It might just be the moment... the situation..." he started, "but I love you two. I hope you both have a great after life..."

"Kaiba!"

"..."

The line then went dead. With a yell of frustration the spirit flung the phone at the floor smashing it and ridding the small space of it's only light source. "Yugi, I'm sorry..." the spirit said sinking to the ground.

Seto cursed quietly and switched the call off. "No more calls," he said quietly, "I need to concentrate..."

Mokuba busied himself with attempting to lock onto a satellite signal. When he found it he busied himself hacking in and suddenly received an influx of report data on where they were going along with reports on earthquake data from all over the planet. "Seto..." he said in shock of what he was seeing.

"What Mokie?"

"Is an eleven on the richer scale even possible?"

Seto let out a small grumble. "Guess it is... do you have any other data?"

Mokuba swallowed. "If the wind isn't in our favor we're going to be surrounded by ash clouds soon."

"How soon?" Seto questioned.

"Any time now. It depends where any other volcano's decide to go off... and... Yellowstone has erupted..."

Seto turned his eyes to the horizon and then glanced at the map he had. "We can make it." he stated as calmly as he could. At that point someone called them and he answered. "Where is your current location?"

"Flying over open water. Will be flying over china in approx five minutes. Give me time to get my jet into the upper atmosphere and I can be at the ships in around ten minutes."

"Why haven't you reached upper atmosphere yet?"

"...distracting phone calls."

"I didn't think you'd be one to be receiving calls?"

"I wasn't receiving them. I was making them."

"Make it quick. There isn't much boarding time left."

Seto nodded even though he wasn't on video call. "Very well. I'll get there are quickly as I can."

The call then ended and everything was silent again. Seto kept his gaze firmly on the distance. From the corner of his eyes he caught sight of another plane heading the same way as him. He decided to ignore it and pull up and find an air current that would speed up his journey. The next five minutes were silent apart from Mokuba's occasional updates on the worlds situation. Seto spent his time being thoroughly disgruntled and rising above any ash clouds the came across. Somehow he went off course though, something neither of the two brothers noticed.

"We should be there?" snarled Seto angrily. He circled the area a few times before shouting angrily about how he'd miscalculated his wind speeds and jet speeds. They weren't even over china anymore. They were above freaking america and the ash clouds from Yellowstone were busy engulfing what was left of the country. The ash cloud was slowly approaching them and he shouted curses, if he flew into it then the engines would jam and they would crash. They had to go back the way they'd come but that was easier said then done. Seto was disappointed in the amount of fuel left in the jet. If they could fly above the ash cloud they would have been able to get there... hopefully.

Seeing as it was now the pairs last chance Seto pulled the jet up and sped up in the hope of getting over the ash cloud before any of the ash could raise that high. This was not his day though and before he knew it they had engine problems. He screamed and shouted curses at the jet. Telling it not to fail him. It couldn't fail him. He wouldn't let it fail him. Seto did his best to keep the jet steady. If his calculations were correct, even if the engines failed they were still high enough to glide down to where ever and make an emergency landing.

"How many do you think have died so far, Seto...?" Mokuba suddenly asked.

The CEO didn't answer, too focused on not letting the jet crash. When he had the jet steady he answered. "Billions."

Mokuba didn't respond and looked out the window at the black clouds below them and the seemingly clear sky above them. "How high are we?"

"Very high."

More silence.

"Mokuba, I recommend you strap yourself into your seat and be ready to eject if I tell you so." Seto decided to say. His brother was slightly confused by this.

"I thought you had the jet under control?"

"It's just a precaution Mokuba. Just if I lose control."

"Yes big brother."

From the back seat the click of Mokuba strapping himself into the seat could be heard. Seto shifted in his seat slightly and changed the direction of the jet slightly so they were heading towards their destination. Something didn't feel right. Seto had thought beforehand they were going in the right direction but they handed. Had the latitude and longitude of the planet somehow changed? It couldn't have. Could it? The earths crust couldn't have shifted that far had it?

Something suddenly hit the wing of the jet and in a panic Seto swerved away and rolled the plane. "Shit!" he growled and attempted to steady the jet by whatever it was that had hit them had taken out one of the engines. So now they were running on only two. "We have to get away from this volcano." Seto growled to himself. The only problem was that the amount of ash about was preventing them from seeing the ground and hence where the volcano actually was. "Fuck it, I'm pointing us to the north pole." snarled Kaiba. Mokuba sat confused. "Why?"

"Because something is either wrong with our equipment or the earths crust has moved much more than what I would have thought to be logically probable." Seto growled at checked the gage again. "And scratch that idea too. We're above america, but closer to the south pole than the north pole."

"Are you sure you reading..." Mokuba began but was cut off in mid speech by a horrible tearing sound which made both brothers look over their shoulder to try to see what it was that had made the sound. Seto cursed and turned his attention back to all the equipment. Gritting his teeth he tried not to panic. Somehow, somewhere, he had to land the jet. At this rate and this height they were going to crash with no hope of survival. Their only hope would be to find somewhere to land. Seto decided to continue on his old plan however and try to keep the jet steady until they could find somewhere safe to land. Any moment now he expected the wing that was hit to fall off. He'd concluded that was what had made the sound. Perhaps, it was in his best interests if he started downwards now.

With a slight amount of angling the jet began to descend through the ash-cloud, gaining speed as it did so. "Big brother? What are you..."

"I'm landing the jet Mokie. It's that or we plummet many thousands of feet to our death when that wing breaks off."

Mokuba went silent and stared out the window again. To be honest with himself he was terrified. He tried to imagine what it must be like for the people down on the land. How they must be coping. He asked himself how many he reckoned were still alive down there. He pondered how they would survive if Seto did manage to land the jet safely. The ash had to be settling by now. The whole surrounding area would probably end up like Pompeii For miles and miles the ground would be covered the ash. The air would probably be un-breathable because of toxic fumes. Mokuba let out a choked cry. "Are we going to die, Seto?"

"Of course not... we're... we're going to be fine Mokie. absolutely fine." Seto said shakily. All around them it was just black ash-clouds. The last engine had just failed on him and he was relying completely on momentum. He wondered how thick the clouds could be. They couldn't go on forever, that was sure. But at that moment that was sure what it felt like. A flash of bright light too their left made him grimace. "Please no electrical storms..." he grumbled, "don't make this harder than it already is..."

The tearing sound started again and in his panic Seto forced the jet into an even steeper dive. "Hang in there, hang in there." he growled at the jet. "Don't give up now..." The ash cloud hadn't opened up yet and with bared teeth he looked at the instrument that told him how high they were above the ground. He shouted in alarm and pulled up as hard as he could. "There should be a mask under the seat Mokuba. Put it on! Now! As soon as you have it on eject!" Seto commanded.

Mokuba panicked for a moment and scrabbled about under the seat with a hand, grabbing the mask that was meant to allow breathing in the higher atmosphere he pulled it on. "Are you sure brother...?" he shakily asked, "I can't eject unless you do as well..."

Seto bared his teeth and let go of the controls for a moment to reach under the seat and grab his own mask and put it on his lap before grabbing the controls again and leveling them out again. He looked about the ash-cloud which seemed to be thinning. Below them he was beginning to make out ash covered ground and a few surviving trees. The tearing sound started and with a horrendous snap the left-wing broke off and the jet immediately started to tilt. "MOKUBA! NOW!" he shouted.

In panic the younger Kaiba pushed the button and cringed as he and his seat were shot out of the jet.

Seto didn't have time to look back to see if his brother was ok. He was doing all he could to stabilize the now one winged dragon jet enough so he'd be able to eject from it himself. With one hand he did what he could to control the plane and with his other he grabbed his own mask and pulled it on before he breathed in to much of the harmful ash. As soon as he had the mask on he felt around for his own eject button but he was beginning to lose control. The jet had tilted onto its side and was beginning to barrel roll over and over in the air. Shouting curses at the plane he eventually bared his teeth and decided to give up. He was too close to the ground now. If he didn't eject now he was dead.

Pushing the button he shot upwards slightly and was relieved not to be hit by the jet. The moment he felt himself falling again he pulled his chute in the knowledge he was already under the minimum distance to do so in. Lucky for him, nothing went wrong with the parachute and he watched as his prized jet crashed into the ground below him. Only then did he realize what he'd left inside the jet. "My cards!" he mentally shouted in anger, but then sighed and decided it was no use troubling himself over their lost. He was alive, that was what counted. He just hoped Mokuba was ok as well. Looking through the dusty air he attempted to find his brother. He caught a glimpse of his brothers descending parachute and angled himself so that he'd end up landing close by.

Mokuba landed shakily and immediately began un-clipping himself from the chair and shoot and looked about frantically for his brother. He'd heard the crash of the jet while descending and now when he looked towards the crash site his stomach churned. 'please don't let Seto be in that... please let him be ok...' he thought to himself. Biting his lip in an attempt not to cry. Behind him he heard a crash and then some scuffling and he let out a yelp of alarm and spun around to see what it was.

To his relief it was Seto who had rid himself of the seat and parachute before he'd hit the ground, and had managed to land in a neat commando roll. "Seto! Your ok!" Mokuba cried racing over to embrace his brother. Seto gave him a stiff hug in return. "We have to see if we can get the emergency supplies from the jet, it doesn't seem to have burst into flames..."

Mokuba nodded to his brother who then directed him to stuff his parachute back into its bag in the bag of the seat. Seto proceeded the tear the seats to bits to get the bags out of them. "They'll be useful for shelter, the parachutes, don't you recon Mokie?" Seto had said as he'd done so. Once that was done the pair started the trek over to the ruined jet. Doing this made Seto extremely uneasy. He'd loved that jet so much and to see it now, in this state. It made him distressed. The threat that it might explode at any moment also made him distressed. The fact his blue eyes cards were inside it just made everything worse.

The two brothers made it to the jet without it exploding on them and Seto immediately jumped into the cock-pit and flung his briefcase out and as far away as he could. He paused for a moment. "There were first aid-kits with the seats weren't there..." he mumbled.

Mokuba uneasily pulled them from his coat. "I've got them big bro. I grabbed them when you were tearing the seats apart."

Seto flashed his brother a kind smile. "Good work, it's a relief to know that I can rely on you to remember the things I don't."

"No problem bro!" Mokuba chirped before going to grab the case Seto had chucked aside. The elder Kaiba busied himself with chucking supplies of use from the remains of the jet, Mokuba made himself useful by gathering the supplies together in a pile and proceeding to sort them in terms of survival importance. When Seto joined him they split the stuff between each other to carry. Few words were exchanged, both of them were feeling uneasy, probably in shock, after what had just happened.

And so their journey across the waste land started. Seto choose a direction and started off towards it with Mokuba following him closely. Wherever they went the ground was covered in ash. While walking the two started on discussing the factors of what they were going to do in the ways of food and water. They had a very scarce supply of water with them. A bottle each and theoretically the survival kit from the jet should have had a packet of water sterilization tablets. But when it's ash in your water not germs that you're worried about... neither of them were quite sure if they would actually help. Then was the matter of food. They had some rations in the emergency kit. But that was just a couple of muslei bars. Both of the brothers had moments when they were tempted to just collapse to the ground and give up but both being the stubborn people they were they kept on walking.

The longer they walked the further they got from the thicker region of the ash cloud, they were starting to be able to see bits and pieces of blue sky. Mokuba was the first to see a bit and pointed excited at it, pulling at Seto's arm to alert him. Seto had nodded, pleased with the discovery that they were most certainly moving about from the danger zone. Occasionally Seto would get his phone from his pocket and check the time. Not that he thought it really mattered, the time on his phone was most likely wrong because of their location.

"Seto, can we take a break...?" Mokuba panted, his legs finally giving up beneath him. Seto turned and stared down at him wearily before letting out a sigh and stepping over and slumping to the ground next to him. "Sure we can Mokie, it's been a long hard day for the both of us. We should rest." He pulled the bag he had off his back and opened it to pull out the parachute which he covered the both of them with. He gave Mokuba a pat on the arm and a kiss on the forehead before coiling up in an attempt to get some sleep.

Seto woke to sit bolt upright. For a moment or two he panicked from the parachute being over him. Mokuba grabbed at his waist and the two of them held each other close for a few moments while they waited for the shaking to stop. When everything was still again Seto nervously pulled the chute off of the both of them and began to stuff it back into the bag. "Two mouthfuls of water." he instructed his brother who nodded and did as he was told to. The landscape looked mostly the same, more ash fall overnight hadn't helped, leaving the two confused about what direction they had originally been heading in. But looking back they could see the thick black ash that showed them the location of the volcano. The way they wanted to go was the opposite of where that was so with that their course was once more set.

"Seto, I'm hungry..." Mokuba moaned as they trudged through the ruined forest.

"We'll find some food soon Mokie." Seto said over his shoulder, in his own mind he felt that this statement was a lie. The back of his mind was screaming at him that this was going to be their end. But the rest pushed him on, telling him they could survive this, telling him they would survive this.

After around three hours of walking they stopped by a stream. Mokuba twitched nervously as he fought the urge to leap at the water and drink it. Seto discouraged him however, not wanting to take the risk of it being poisoned by ash. To compensate for the loss of a potential drink he let his brother drink another couple of mouthfuls of water. As for himself he was becoming highly de-hydrated as he refused to drink his own water. Wanting it to keep for as long as possible. After crossing the stream and about half an hours worth more walking he gave in and indulged in a few large gulps. Mental dialogue told him that they were hopelessly lost and they should give up all hope. He still refused to give in and dragged Mokuba along by the hand.

"Seto, how much longer do we have to walk?" pleaded his brother on occasion. Seto continuously told him to just keep going. That they'd be fine, all they had to do is just keep going. Finally on the horizon they could see blue sky and eagerly he pulled on his brother's arm and pointed to it. "Look Mokie. We're so close. Just another few miles."

"Seto, I'm so hungry..."

"So am I but we have to keep going. We can't stop here."

"Can't I at least have a bite to eat? Please, I feel like I'm going to collapse again..."

With a sigh Seto stopped and rummaged around the survival kit that he'd strapped to the bottom of the parachute bag. He took out one of the two muslei bars and gave it to Mokuba. "Little amounts at a time. It's all we got." he told his brother who nodded and broke off about a mouthful sized amount and then broke that in half before shoving the bar into his pocket. He held half the piece of to Seto who shook his head. "I have my own." he stated and pushed the offering back to Mokuba who seemed disappointed his brother had refused his offer. "Besides, you need it more than I do." Mokuba nervously put a piece in his mouth and started walking again.

"Seto?" Mokuba questioned looking too his brother.

"Yes Mokuba." Seto replied sounding exhausted.

"What will happen to us if the ash cloud expands further out?"

Seto made a sound of distaste at this thought. The problem with it was that the ash cloud was more than likely being carried further out by the wind. He wouldn't be surprised if they were fighting an unbeatable battle. He covered his face with a hand. "Then we'll just have to walk further than I hoped we'd have to won't we?" he questioned with a smirk.

"I don't want to walk anymore Seto..."

"Neither do I Mokuba. But we have to otherwise we'll die out here."

"What if we walk ourselves to death..."

"Don't think so negatively Mokie, we're going to be fine..."

"You can't guarantee that..."

"You have no idea what I'd give to do so though."

The pair continued to walk until Mokuba collapsed again. This was only a temporary pause though. After drinking a little of his water Seto picked up his brother and kept on walking with Mokuba asleep in his arms. It was straining but Seto was determined to get as far as he could, occasionally he felt small earthquakes but none as big as those felt when they'd still been back home in Japan. At one point he tripped over a fallen log waking his brother temporarily but once picked back up the younger fell asleep again.

Seto walked until he could no longer and collapsed to his knees and put Mokuba on the ground before flopping to the side and passing out.

Seto was gently shaken awake by Mokuba who immediately held out one of the water bottles the moment the elder Kaiba brother opened his eyes slightly. "Big brother, big brother, are you ok? What happened?"

Barely getting out a moan Seto reached to take the bottle and sipped at it. Doing his best not to drink the lot. "I refuse to die..." he murmured. Mokuba then pressed a piece of muslei bar to Seto's lips. "Eat Seto. You need to eat."

Rolling to his back the ex-CEO pushed it away and looked up at the sky that had apparently cleared. But seeing as it had become rather windy over his period of sleep it wasn't that surprising. All that had to of happen was for the wind to change and the ash cloud would move. Gradually he sat up and Mokuba held the piece of muslei bar again. With a sigh, Seto took it with a nod and ate it. Besides, his brother was probably right... he hadn't eaten for a while now... if he wanted to keep going he'd have to eat...

"Where are we Mokuba... how far did I take us... climb a tree... tell me if you can see anything..." Seto said cringing from the stiffness he'd been left with after lying for so long in the same position. His brother went and immediately started on what had been requested of him. When up at the top of the tallest surrounding the tree the younger clung tightly and called down to his brother. "All I can see is forest. There appears to be an opening just ahead of here. If we're lucky there could be a hut."

Seto who had gotten to his feet now and was looking for his mask replied with "Well, let's not get our hopes up." Moments later Mokuba dropped back out of the tree and started off again. They walked in silence towards the opening, Seto could feel his brother prickling with the faint excitement of hope. He was even walking ahead eagerly. Seto lowered his gaze from what was ahead, he wasn't looking forward to seeing his brothers disappointment when they got there. But disappointment wasn't found. He was brought to his senses by a yelp of delight from his brother as Mokuba broke into a run and ran up the step of a half destroyed house. A tree had fallen through the roof, whoever had lived there was most likely gone now and would have taken everything they could out of the house.

"BROTHER! FOOD!" Mokuba cried after disappearing inside.

Seto straightened upon hearing this and climbed the unstable steps to the door of the house which now he thought about it, was more like a shack. It probably would have been a hut that a park ranger used to stay in before all the chaos had happened. "Be careful Mokie... this place doesn't look that safe." he decided to voice. But no reply came.

"Big brother..." came Mokuba's stressed cry from a room further in the building. Seto went to him to see what was causing his distress. He too was brought to silence when he saw what had happened. The tree that had crushed the house had crushed the ranger that had once lived there. By the looks of it the man had tried to gather his emergency supplies a couple of cans of tuna and a bottle of water lay about his crushed body. Putting a hand to his brothers shoulder Seto made Mokuba look away. "Go out back, take the food you found. I'd expect this man to have a vehicle of some sort out there."

Mokuba gave a solemn nod before walking off disheartened. He grabbed the box that he'd spotted on the kitchen bench and heaved it out the front door before walking around to the back of the house. As Seto had thought there would have been, a vehicle sat out the back, it's boot still open wear the dead man had been busy filling with all the supplies he could. He tried to think positively about what had happened to the man. His death was allowing the two brothers to live at least a little longer and that had to be something positive... right. With a heave he lifted the box into the car and turned to see his big brother carrying various cans and bottles of stuff he'd pulled from the cupboards.

"Let's see how much stuff we can get from this place Mokie, the more the better. I'm sure that as a park ranger he would have been someone who would help others. We can reward ourselves with a small feast tonight." Seto said smiling weakly at his brother who nodded and darted back inside the building.

It took them half an hour to empty the shack and move everything to the car. Seto organised everything in terms of importance. Water took priority over food, food took priority over medical supplies and some medical supplies took priority over everything in the car. The car was packed full of stuff leaving only the two front seats of the large Jeep like car free for the brothers. Seto lay out a blanket on the dusty ground in front of the house and used the gas cooker they had decided not to bring with them to boil water out of the shacks water tanks to make some hot drinks and a dinner of re-hydrated meat and pasta. Perhaps not the nicest possible meal, but it was something.

Mokuba tried to make the set up more civil and found cutlery and plates. Afterwards while he waited for Seto to finish cooking he played with the radio, muttering 'nothing' over and over until he gave up and tossed it aside. Why hadn't he taken his mp3 player to school that day? Then they could have had the small luxury of some music.

"Mokuba. Dinner." Seto called solemnly putting the food onto plates and pouring some tea into cups. Another small luxury he indulged himself and his brother in was using the small amount of real, non-powdered, milk that was left in the rangers fridge. For the first few minutes they sat in silence. To busy with eating to talk. I was just about when he was going to finish that Mokuba piped up. "Seto, why can't we just stay here... we can bury the man and repair the house. We can hunt too. Wouldn't it be a great adventure big bro?"

Seto thought about this in silence as he picked at his food. "What about cooking? The gas and fuel won't last forever?"

"There was flint in the emergency kit brother! We could do well!"

"What about ammo? I didn't see any bow and arrows around did you?"

There was silence for a while. "No big bro... but we could make them! Think about all the fun we could have doing so!"

Seto didn't say anything. He finished his food and began to clear up. "I'll think about it Mokuba. For now we should sleep."

"Plus the ash clouds are clearing up!" Mokuba then added handing his brother his plate. Seto gave him a grim smile. "I told you I'd think about it Mokie."

Nodding Mokuba went and got the sleeping bags they'd taken from the hut and lay them out on the sheet. His brother stopped him though and dumped a tent bag at his feet. "I thought I told you I'd found this?" he grumbled. Mokuba shook his head but started about setting it up with his brothers help. The hut was a gold mine for the two. It was giving them more stuff than they needed to survive off. If they took up hunting the stuff could probably last them days. There were books in the hut to, if there was one on plants they could gather edible plants as well. Seto was trying to keep his pleasure at their finding at bay whilst Mokuba was open with his excitement and let it flow. He couldn't even begin to comprehend their luck.

That night the two slept huddled tightly in the tent, exhaustion plummeting them into a dreamless abyss. Seto woke first, used to being tired. For a few moments he even forgot their situation and thought that perhaps Mokuba had just climbed into his bed after having a nightmare or something. When he did remember what had happened, the whole thing felt like a nightmare. Opening his eyes to look around the only one metre wide tent he gazed blankly at the yellow canvas, contemplating what Mokuba had proposed the night before.

When Seto really weighed his options, staying in the woods didn't seem that bad. He had some first aid training, he'd had Mokuba do some the year before as well. They would be able to care for themselves well once they got into the roll of things. Besides, if they found real civilization what were the chances it would be the same as it used to be. When pushed to the extremes of survival people's stress levels went out the roof, if they went to a city they'd probably be welcomed with riots. People fighting for supplies needed to survive. What would be the point in going there when out in the woods they could sustain themselves and not have to worry about other people. Soon he found himself settling on the idea of staying and began thinking of what would be needed.

'Might want to block off the forest track and fix the surrounding fences...' he thought to himself. Keeping predatory animals away would be a start. 'Perhaps cut down a few of the surrounding trees, don't want any others falling on that hut if we ever plan to fix it...'

Sitting up he heard Mokuba moan in his sleep, he shh'd him and told him to sleep a little longer before leaving the tent and taking a walk to give the place a proper examining. They never had when they'd been sorting out all their new supplies. Seto ended up concluding that yes, they would be able to do it. It would be hard and a shock to the system, but he was sure they'd be able to do it. He and his brother were smart, both of them had taken self-defense and Seto knew how to use a gun. They could survive. Actually, he was certain they WOULD survive this. A little maintenance here and there and they'd be sweet.

Looking back to the tent to make sure Mokuba was still asleep he decided to go find a saw to start cutting away a tree. If they were going to live there they'd need to get rid of the mans dead body.


A/N: So yes, this was fun to write, slightly melancholy, but fun. No need to rate but please do review, your opinion is gladly appreciated. If anyone has idea's for a continuation let me know because at some point I'll probably end up writing on whether people want me to or not. Thanks for putting up with this things existence and I'm so, so, sorry about killing Yugi. I didn't want too I felt to so bad reading over it. If I do a second bit then I could make it that he turns out to actually survive or something. I don't know. Just don't hurt me.