Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh because if I did then I wouldn't be using this slow computer and I would have a much bigger house with the money I would have.

AN: The whole Mokuba thing being only two years younger just doesn't work. I mean unless he has Yugi's shortness problem. But then if he does then Yugi is way more mature and Mokuba acts like he's 8. So in my story Mokuba is born when Seto is 10.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Yoru: ooh I'm starting another story!!! Yay! ^_^

Seto: Maybe you'll actually finish this one or update more than once a year.

Yoru: Hey it was not my fault that my computer is slow and stupid and I was busy!

Seto: *mocking voice * Sure that's what they all say.

Yoru: Watch it because this story is about you and your past…

Seto: *chaos ensues * What do you mean its about my past?! I thought I told you that was personal info and I didn't want it-

Yoru: Anyway ignore him. Now let's see how I'm gonna torture you today.

Seto: Torture?!

Yoru: Torture!!! ^_^ I love having the power!

"Come over here! Come on Seto!" an excited man was pulling on the my sleeve and calling my name. I didn't respond and he continued pulling and shouting. Finally he jerked me out of my reverie.

"What is it Dad?" I asked.

"Your little brother is born! Come on let's go see him!" he said.

I allowed him to pull me down the hall. I have a little brother. I thought to myself. I wonder what his name is.

My dad was walking along muttering to himself as we walked. We stopped in front of Room 431. I reached out and felt the touch of cold metal hit my skin. Suddenly I was vaguely aware that someone was calling my name. "Seto! Seto!" I heard it coming from somewhere far away.

Then I woke up. "Huh? What?" I asked sleepily.

"You can see your father now."

"Thank you."

The doctor stood up and led me to his door. Then he left. I stood outside the door for a long time. I didn't want to go in and see my day just like mom was. Laying there dying. And I would be helpless to do anything about it. The memories came flashing back. A year ago my father and I had stood on the second floor of this hospital. I leaned my head against the door and thought back to that day that held do much joy but so much pain.

Mom was laying there pale and exhausted. She forced a weak smile as we came in the room. She took a shuddering breath and then all hell broke loose. Something went off with a beeping sound and doctors came rushing in. I stood there watching it go on. I saw white blurs and heard voices that sounded far way.

My father was holding her hand, tears running down his cheeks. I had never seen my father cry before. That's when I knew that it was hopeless. The sound of the heart machine and that long line mixed in with my father's wails and the doctor's words simply confirmed it. My mother was dead.

I stood there unfeeling as quiet, solemn doctors filed past me. Some would lay there hand on my shoulder and whisper words of comfort, but I didn't hear them. I don't know how long I stood there staring at the indentation in the bed where my mother's body had lain earlier that day. At some point in time I felt someone leading me away to the car. It was a friend of my father's I later found out.

He took me and my father home and fed us. Then he put me to bed and went down to talk to my father. I layed there that night, thousands of emotions running through my mind. I wanted to cry, but couldn't. The tears wouldn't come. They were there along with a lump in my chest, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't release the torrent that flooded my heart and mind.

I jerked myself out of the painful memories and came back to the present. I reached for the door handle. I felt the coolness of it and realized how hot I was. My body was on fire.

Okay Seto Kaiba. Chill out. Everything is going to be fine, I thought to myself.

I opened the door and went inside There laying on the bed was my dad. He looked so frail and sickly. He had lost a ton of weight. At the moment he was asleep, so I carefully tiptoed inside and went over to the hard plastic chair that you only sit in because you can't stand anymore, despite the low level of comfortability.

I don't know how long I sat there but the next thing I knew my dad was calling my name. His voice was no more than a whisper. He called me over to him. I laid my hand over his and he smiled weakly.

"Seto, take care of Mokuba. Promise me that you will."

I didn't know what to say.

"Promise me!" he began to cough and tried to sit up. I gently laid him back down but he pushed my hands away. Then he grabbed my shoulder.

"Promise!" he insisted.

"I promise." I heard myself say.

"Always?" my father questioned.

"I promise I'll take care of him always." I told my dad. "But you're not going anywhere. The doctors said that you'll-"

My father raised up his hand to silence me. "Seto the doctors don't know anything. I'm dying. Take care of Mokuba. I'll say hi to your mother for you. And Seto…"

"Yes Dad?" I asked fighting to hold back tears.

"Always remember that I love you son." He whispered as he coughed and tried to catch his breath.

Again the blur of doctors and nurses trying to save him flashed by. I heard the same sounds again and I knew it was hopeless as I stood there and watched someone else I loved taken from me. I heard a sound like a moan and felt sorry for the poor animal that was hurt that bad. Suddenly the room began to spin and everything went black.

When I woke up again I was in the hospital still. I saw other kids in the beds next to mine and realized I was in Pediatrics. A small nurse on the other side of the room came toward me.

"Oh good you're up." She said with a smile.

"What happened?" I asked her.

"Well, you went into shock when you found out your father was dead." She said kindly.

Suddenly the impact of what she had just said hit me. I sat up in the bed and blinked back tears. NO! I told myself. I will not cry! I won't! But I couldn't help it. The tears came despite how hard I fought to stop them. The nurse just took me in her arms and let me cry. Then she lifted me away and wiped my face.

"There, there." She said. "It's going to be okay."

A thought hit me. "M-Mokuba?" I stammered hiccupping from crying. "Where's Mokuba?" I asked her.

"Who?"

"Mokuba, my little brother."

"Oh the little boy with black hair?" she asked.

I nodded.

"A friend of you father's took him home. I don't remember his name. You should though."

I looked at her as if she had lost her mind. "Why should I know?"

She looked at me in surprise. "Don't you remember?"
I slowly shook my head. She put her hands together in thought.

"Right after your father was declared dead a tall man with sandy brown hair came in. You ran to him and told him that your father was dead. You told him to watch Mokuba because you had something you needed to do. Then you fainted." She finished. "But you've been through enough this week. Get some rest and I'll be back to check on you later." She got up to leave the room.

"Wait." I said. "Could you tell me how long I was asleep?"


She smiled. "About three days. Now go to sleep or the doctor will have my head." Then she was gone.

I laid there for a long time thinking about what she had said. "Your father is dead." That one sentence kept echoing through my mind. I tried to remember more but I was too tired. Finally I allowed sleep to come. It was a restless one with many dreams but it was sleep nonetheless.

Yoru: First chapter done. Yay!

Seto: Do you have to say that I cried. Can't you just say that I bravely let the nurse hug me without shedding a tear?

Yoru: You were like 10 or 11. It was ok to let you cry.

Seto: No it's not. I'm not a baby and I don't want anyone thinking that I am.

Yoru: *shakes head* Men! Anyways R&R guys please!!!! I love reviews and if you want to find out you gotta review. Okie? ^_^