I need to keep my promises more. I don't really remember the storyline for this so I'm going to have to play it by ear almost. At best I can promise maybe 5 chapters before summer ends. No, I don't own YuGiOh, but if I'd did why would I be writing this crap…

Mokuba knew his Oniisan well enough to hear the lie behind his voice. Sure Seto could be a mean, self-obsessive, sore loser, but he was Mokuba's mean, self-obsessive, sore loser. He immediately showered after Seto hung up the phone on him and hopped into his Porsche. He let the top down on his convertible and allowed his long hair to blow freely behind him.

Slowly his thoughts had to drift back to the reason why Seto was so downtrodden after so long. Seto would hate to admit but he can be very honorable at times, something Mokuba was sure became instilled in him after losing to Yugi for so many times, and all pretty much for the same reason. However, his sister had already known the good in Seto and managed for a while to bring it out of him. Most definitely she handled things way differently than his current sister-in-law. Mokuba would never admit it to Seto but he still considered Lilliana to be his true sister.

Truthfully he wasn't at all too surprised when Lilliana left him. Everyone had known for months before the wedding that Lilliana wouldn't stand for much of Seto's business practices. Not that he was a bad boss; he was just too serious about work and a complete and total workaholic, something that had to be a remnant of taking over their stepfather's business at so young an age. However for a long while they were happy and it was contagious. So that all who had any doubts in their minds quickly put their assumptions away and felt as though it was a match made in heaven, to survive anything and everything that they may ever be put through.

Mokuba smiled at the thought. They made a rather happy family. And in the end he was so proud to become an uncle.

He stepped out of his car and went to the familiar mansion digging around in his pockets for the key. He quietly let himself in and sneaked up to Seto's office. He wasn't surprised to see Seto curled on the floor amid his personal pictures of Lilliana and Julian. He quickly picked them up and locked them away in the safe again, less Atashi see them and grow worried.

Slowly Seto stirred and was greeted in the face by a very bright and peppy ototo.

"Wake-y, wake-y oniisan! I knew I'd find you here like this."

Seto looked pleasantly pissed indeed, "Ototo, I said I didn't need your help."

"That's what you said last year when I found you lying here asleep in your own tears, and the same thing happened a year before that, and a year before that. Oniisan, I do believe I'm starting to see a pattern." Mokuba acted surprised and let out a fake gasp.

Seto paid him no attention and casually looked around to check and see if Mokuba had locked everything up. He then tried to stand and was immediately greeted by a loud pop in his lower back. "Ototo, give me your hand so I can get up."

Mokuba grinned cheekily at him. "I thought you said you didn't need my help oniisan."

"That was before I heard something pop in my back ototo. "

Mokuba quickly helped Seto to his feet and guided him towards a leather couch. There he laid Seto down and waited for the pop to be heard. Mokuba winced as this time it sounded more like a crunch. "Oniisan, something crunched in your back."

"I know ototo," responded a deflated Seto, "I think I just sat on a chip you left behind from last time." Mokuba laughed as he remembered the reason for having chips too. He tried to cover it quickly with a cough as Atashi-chan walked into the room.

Atashi was an interesting woman, as long as you held her attention for long enough. Otherwise she was pretty and very bored. An a-stereotypical trophy wife. She knew she was nothing compared to Seto's first wife, and that was a thought that tormented her to no end. She knew that Seto still harbored feelings for his first wife and wouldn't hesitate to leave her. She also knew that Seto married her to please the business community and keep up an image of virility. So the first chance she got she through a major hissy fit and burned almost everything of her predecessor's that was left behind. It was stupid at the time, and almost got her thrown out on her ass, but she made up for it in due time. So far she has had several miscarriages, and all for "unknown" reasons.

Atashi opened her mouth to speak, "Ototo, I didn't realize I would see you here." Her voice dripped honey and practically gave Mokuba tooth decay instantaneously.

Mokuba responded just as sweetly, "Atashi-chan, I didn't realize you still worked. Isn't it a bit late out to be walking?"

This confused Atashi. Mokuba knew she never worked a day in her life, he also knew she never walked anyplace she could be driven to. She opened her mouth to speak, but decided it better to stay quiet and look pretty. It took her hours later to figure out what her idiot brother-in-law meant.

She starred into her vanity mirror and wanted to practically scream in anger. She has never street walked in her life!

Several Cities Away

A young man stood vigilantly at his mother's side and waited for her to finish dry heaving. He wiped her mouth when she was done and inserted a straw into her mouth again, wordlessly instructing her to continue drinking water. She weakly shook her head and pushed his hands away.

"Musuko. It is time. I am too weak and too tired. I want you to go to my safe deposit box. There are papers to explain everything to you."

Her son shook his head and was about to respond.

"Musuko, go now. It will make things easier for you in the end."

The woman watched with tired eyes as she saw her son grimly walk out of her room, his backpack thrown angrily over his shoulder. Slowly she faded, and fell into the darkness waiting to consume her.

A few moments later the nurse walked in to find that she had slipped into a coma, and a few moments after the doctor confirmed that she could not be awoken again.

Well… I'll try to update as soon as possible. R+R!