A/N: This is a little something while I was thinking of my two little cousins, who I love like sisters. This is for you, girls. This is Chris's thoughts when he is separated from Thomas and Michael. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: While I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh Zexal or any of the characters, I do own this concept as it is based on my own thoughts.

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I stared glumly put at the forest as I rode past on the train. Today had not gone the way I had hoped. I had only seen Thomas and Michael in passing. Both smiled sadly at me before going on. It hurt to see them smile that way. It told me that they had missed me but they knew we would not get to speak and we would certainly be unable to spend any real time together. Their caretakers had told me to leave, threatening me if I ever returned. Their threats did not frighten me, but I had had enough of their unwillingness to listen to reason. So, with one last glance at my brothers, whom I see as two of the few people in the world I truly love, I turned and exited that horrible place, never intending to return.

The train I took in order to get back to the tower passed through a vast forest.

The dark, solemn-looking forest matched my mood. I didn't know how else to feel. I would probably never see Thomas or Michael again. One of their caretakers had told me herself that if she had her way, I would never see them again nor would they see me. It was the very definition of injustice. Who could be so cruel as to separate family for no reason at all?

I refused to weep. No, I would not allow myself to shed a single tear.

I tried to reassure myself that we would see each other sometime, somewhere. But when? Where? Would they still hold the same affection for me if or when we ever saw one another again? Would I still love them?

Of course I would. I will always love them. But will their love for me also remain intact?

At that moment, the sun slowly began to push it's way free from the clouds that dominated the sky. The way it shined down on the once grim forest instilled a sense of hope in me, reminding me that there was still a chance to see my beloved brothers again someday. Just as the sun fought and eventually broke free, we would do the same. It was then that I realized all was not lost, I would see them again, somehow, some way. I couldn't give up. I had to have faith. And I will.

I will have faith and someday we WILL be a family again.