A/N: Here's chapter 2. Thanks to Durbe the Barian and FairyLyte for the reviews. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh Zexal or any of the characters, Shin Yoshida does.

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I punch my pillow and lay back on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Once again I've been accused of something I didn't do, but because I'm all alone no one will stand up for me.

My name is Thomas Arclight. I'm about thirteen years old. A little over a year ago, my father, a man named Byron Arclight, disappeared and I was sent to live in a foster home with my little brother Michael. Michael's about two years younger than me. I don't know where he is now. About a month after we were taken from Chris, our big brother, Michael was adopted and his new parents said they were only looking for one kid so I got left behind.

I'll never admit it to anyone here, but I miss my brothers and my dad. I miss our home and our dog. I miss teasing Michael, taking his Duel Monsters cards and waving them around in front of him, just generally ticking him off until Chris tells us that's enough and to behave or Dad'll get after us. Chris was the one who taught me and Michael how to duel. He's also the one who always looked after us when Dad wasn't around.

I miss how on nights when I was smaller and I couldn't sleep, Chris would hug me, tell me he loved me and Michael and that he'd always be there for us. Then he'd lay down beside me and hold me. Then shortly after, Michael would come in and want to lay down with us. Before long, Dad would come in and find all three of us on my bed, all fast asleep.

I remember when Michael was about two and I was four and we had our first snowball fight together. We were only outside for half an hour before Chris told us to come in. We were both covered from head to toe in snow and the first time Chris told us to come inside, we both pelted him with snowballs. The snowball I nailed him in the forehead stuck to his bangs. It looked like he was growing a giant white zit on his forehead!

I wipe my eyes, just now realizing that I've started crying. I said earlier that I'm all alone here. It's the truth. There's no one here who understands me or cares for me.

I want to go home. I want to go back to my family. Michael, I miss you and I hope I'll see you again soon. Chris, you always took care of us before so there's no reason you shouldn't be able to now. Come and find me, brother. Then we can get Michael and be a real family again.

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Next chapter: Michael's thoughts on his foster parents and how much he misses his older brothers.