Breathe, just breathe!

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It was supposed to be one of those routine days when you fall asleep the night prying God that the sunshine light will inundate your bedroom in the morning, and that you will be able to bathe in its warm radiance. Serenity wondered if she will make it to that moment this time.

As intimidating as ever, Seto Kaiba stood in the doorway. He didn't seem happy, but then again when was he? Stiffly holding into the doorknob for dear life; Serenity muscles were so tense that she couldn't bring herself to let go of it. When the situation became too awkward, mainly for Kaiba, he allowed himself to take few steps inside; staring moodily around the plain hall.

Annoyance and muffled anger were interlacing in his deep voice when he asked in not a gentle tone "Is Mokuba here?"

She did try to maintain eye contact but his scrutinizing gaze bore into her soul forcing her to look away. Words that were echoing in her mind failed her, and she motioned to the living room instead. As soon as he got the piece of information he needed, Kaiba light footsteps were heard across the hall.

She wasn't sure if she should follow, but she knew she couldn't just wait there not knowing what was happening in the adjacent room. Coming to an abrupt halt when few inches separated her from the living room, she pivoted on her heel. She couldn't go further and allow herself to cross that line. For her, it wasn't right.

Instead, she returned to the kitchen and leaned on the counter. As an agonizing silence stretched in the apartment leaving her with million of scary thoughts and scenarios, Serenity found interest in a nearby napkin and began toying with it nervously. It was the closest thing that her hand got reach of. Soon afterwards, she took interest in other sets of objects and unbeknownst to her fell deeply in one of those moments where familiar things become all of sudden alive and start rambling endlessly about their states and needs, admonishing their owners about how poorly they are treated.

Meanwhile, Mokuba didn't even bother to acknowledge the presence of his older brother; his violet orbs remained glued to the screen. It was when Kaiba tuned it off using the button of the TV set that he shifted his gaze to meet his.

"I went half town to find you."

Mokuba snickered a little, then said in a swagger: "You'll be just glad that I'm not kidnapped by some of your enemies or better yet, murdered."

Kaiba crossed his arms over his chest, his glacial expression hardening and his fists slightly clenching. He took a few steps forwards, his gaze never wavering when he spoke again, voice barely containing his anger and frustration.

"Do you really think it's worthy?"

Uncertainty shadowed his previously confident look and a deep frown marred Mokuba's face as if he was considering the possibility that his brother might be right. He stood up rubbing the back of his neck with frustration; then drew a long breath to bring his raging temper to a stand still. A small note of remorse crept into his voice when he answered what appeared to be a rhetorical question.

"Look, I'm really sorry about that but right now, I don't feel in the mood to talk about it".

She was pulled out from her mental dissection of the thermos life by the sound of coughing. Mokuba rubbed the back of his neck, edged over to a nearby chair and flopped down as if he owned the place.

"Is he gone?" She ventured almost fearfully. How she felt stupid when she realized that it was her first thought or maybe her only thought since Mokuba arrival.

Giving a prolonged sigh, Mokuba growled a 'yes'.

"Could you do me a favour?" He asked immediately after, then he looked Serenity up and down; wrinkling an eyebrow, he asked playfully:

"You're not coming with us with your pyjama, right?"

Somewhat flustered, Serenity was about to argue or protest or say anything when Mokuba cut her to it, waving his hand dismissively.

"Seto has never been the patient type, besides you don't seem to have better things to do." His voice was steady with a sprinkle of well hidden pleading? Then he gave her a crooked smile meant to allay her apprehension.

Maybe the shock plagued her mind so badly that she hurried to her bedroom, fetching for some clothes in her closet until she finally decided that she couldn't afford to be picky. Kaiba was definitely not the kind of man to be patient and he would care less about her attire. So, at loss of elaborated options, she assorted dark blue jeans with a light pink t-shirt with some sort of glittery drawing across the front.

Not sure as to why, Serenity surveyed her reflection in the mirror with a critical eye and sighed dejectedly. Her outfit was so casual, plain and simple! She couldn't afford much though; Joey was practically killing himself to save for college tuition. And her mother wouldn't allow useless expenses. But she understood; they've always been short in term of money. Not a big deal!

She was ready in five minutes; grabbed her shoes and slipped them on as she ran out of the bedroom and straight into Mokuba. After making sure that the door was locked, Serenity was practically dragged by the tall teenager.

This is going to be a very long night, indeed!

a/n: Voila. I've updated both 'Hidden grudges' and this one as promised. For those who are interested, Chapter four of illusions is partially written. I took the opportunity to post those since I have some spare time. I hope you liked both.

I'll be more than pleased to hear your comments. I'm also open to your suggestions and ideas about my stories.