Hey there, it's me, Mokuba. I had been having a good week right up until I got the phone call from Roland about Seto being…getting…

It still hurts to even think about it.

Seto got hit by a car.

If it had been closer to Christmas, I'm sure some idiot would've made jokes or song parodies about how "Seto got run over by a reindeer" or some junk like that.

Not like they'd have a job in this, or maybe any city, if that had happened. Seto would have…would…make sure that anyone who did something like that would never work in Domino again.

If Seto had been able to remember much of anything.

It was such a huge news story. Seto's accident was on the local news, the international news, and especially the entertainment news. Everyone knew how heroic he'd been. No one really knew why he pushed the kid out of the way, only to end up as the one being hit. The press has theorized on it. The tabloids have guessed about it. The entertainment world ran contests on it.

Only I know the true reason and it makes me feel guilty to even think about it.

There's not a doubt in my mind that Seto saw that boy and put my face over his. It didn't matter that my brother didn't know the boy; all that mattered in Seto's mind was how that boy could've been me.

So he did his superhero, saving Mokuba thing, and got run down by some idiot behind the wheel of a car. Then again, no one's really sure what kind of car. All the witnesses have said was that it's a blue car. There hasn't been a big consensuses over whether it had four doors or two, or if it was a sedan or a small SUV.

When Roland called me, I was still in school. I had been staying after to do some extra credit work for a stupid class that I was just about to pass. I couldn't let Seto know that I was failing…er…not doing very well, in a stupid creative writing class.

Let's be serious here, failure and my brother are two words you wouldn't hear together in the same sentence. Other than this one.

So there I was, just printing the paper I'd written, when my cell phone went off. That alone let me know it was serious even before I answered it. Only two people had the number for my phone – Seto and Roland – and it was only used for emergencies. Since Seto rarely ever used it to call me (and at the time, I knew I'd told him I was staying after school, just so he wouldn't send a limo for me), I knew it was Roland. I know it sounds silly to have a cell phone that was only used for emergencies (or the occasional limo request), but my brother doesn't just control Kaiba Corp, he controls everything. Especially if it has something to do with security and me.

I don't think the phone would've helped me when Pegasus had kidnapped me, but since Seto gave me the phone long after that, I don't think it matters. All that mattered was that Seto gave me the phone due to things like Duelist Kingdom, and – er – that small incident with the Rare Hunters. Um, I'd rather not talk about that. It wasn't one of my brighter moments.

One moment you're the controller for one of the largest dueling tournaments in history and the next you've been kidnapped by freaks in purple robes.

To put things frankly, it was scary to go to the hospital to see Seto. Yet, if I'd thought it was scary to go to the hospital, it was horrifying to see him laying in a coma. The memory of my brother that I'll be the least fond of will forever be seeing him laying on that bed, so pale and completely unconscious.

I was there daily for a week. I made the hospital staff not only remove the patient who would've been with my brother, I had them remove all of the patients on the floor, and I had them put security staff (from Kaiba Corp) on the whole floor.

More than a little extreme, I know, but I'm sure Seto would've wanted it like that. Plus, I didn't know if the person who had run him down had meant to or didn't, and I didn't want to risk anyone slipping into his room to…to…I didn't want someone…

…Man…This is so hard. I never in a million years would've expected this to happen. I know that my brother wouldn't have expected it either. An assassin? Yeah. Espionage? Of course. But something as simple as getting hit by a car? Unthinkable.

So I stayed with him daily. Doctor Mueller had told me to expect my brother to be in a coma…a coma...anywhere from a couple of days, to a couple of months, maybe even years. But I know my brother and I know how much he hates to let time go by without it being productive. There's nothing productive about being in a coma.

When he squeezed my hand, I almost had a heart attack. When I saw his eyes open and focus on me, I just about died. My brother…he was awake only after a week! I was so happy I didn't know what to do at first. I just knew that things would be different now that he was awake.

I just didn't know how different.

That morning was so sunny, so warm for an October morning. I'd been so happy, so ecstatically happy that Seto was awake. I wanted to run from the room to get Doctor Mueller. Since I'd had all of the patients cleared from the floor (something I had promised a large donation from Kaiba Corp to achieve), Doctor Mueller was focused only on my brother.

It was only after seeing my brother awake that I felt stupid for clearing out the floor. Had it been too extreme? There were no break ins, other than bad attempts by the paparazzi, so maybe no one had been after Seto. Maybe the accident had been an honest mistake. Of course, I don't think anyone would refer to a hit and run as an honest mistake.

When I saw him staring at me was when something major happened. It was when I went overboard in trying to make him happy that my world crumbled.

He didn't know who I was. He even thought that his name was Mokuba.

Suddenly, the sunny warmth of the day seemed to mock me. Such a perfect day was happening outside, yet everything bad was happening inside. I'd ran out of the room in a manner much different than my earlier intentions. I'd gotten the doctor, but he had nothing good to say. Only that Seto's memory loss was temporary and should come back soon.

Of course, the good doctor wasn't sure how soon. Much like the coma, it was a days-weeks-months sort of thing. But Seto didn't have days-weeks-months. Days, maybe, but not weeks or months. Kaiba Corp could be bought out long before then. Seto had to get his memory back before he and I were the only ones who knew.

A couple of days, and a huge mess of tests, had gone by before Seto was released from the hospital. He didn't want to leave it. That much made me realize how serious things were with his memory loss. Seto would never want to be in the hospital. Again, it was a waste of time, unless it was for some sort of red carpet, very exclusive black tie affair.

I'd kept in touch with Roland the whole time Seto was in the hospital. He came by a few times to check on us and to let us know how the company was doing. It was actually doing good. It was ironic that Seto's accident actually resulted in a rise in sales throughout the product lines sold by Kaiba Corp.

Bad news came in the shape of the press knowing that it was my brother who had been hit. Of course, they made more of a celebrity out of him than he already was by letting the world know that he saved a young boy.

Roland had offered to bring a laptop in, but I didn't know everything that Seto did. I knew a lot, but not as much as I needed. Luckily, Roland knew enough to fill in the gaps I didn't know. With me watching Seto so closely, it was up to Roland (and a select few Seto trusted exclusively) to keep things running. So far, he'd let me know, so good.

But just good wasn't good enough.

If Seto couldn't get his memories back fast, then things would be turning very ugly, very fast. The corporate world was like shark filled waters. Once they smelled the blood of the weak and injured, things were over for the weak and injured.

And as if his memory loss wasn't enough, then there were the physical injuries.

He had a bruised wrist, bruised ribs, brush burns on his right arm and shoulder, and the results of a concussion. The doctor said that Seto was lucky to have been in such good shape. What he said left out a large because. As in, because if he wasn't, he'd be dead. It didn't need to be said. I could tell.

Only Seto didn't have a clue as to what the doctor meant. I could tell that, too. The blank look kind of gave it away.

I need to be fair to Seto because this wasn't his fault. But it's gonna be really hard. Until he gets his memories back, he's gonna be vulnerable. Kaiba Corp will be vulnerable.

And if this was intentional, it could turn out to be deadly.

I really didn't want to think about it like that, but there was no other option. I could go on and on about it, but I doubt that you want to hear about it. The life of a celebrity, wah, wah. Seto chose it, blah blah. I know all that and you do, too. Yeah, he knew all about overzealous fans, people who wanted to challenge him in Dueling, and companies who wanted to try to take Kaiba Corp down a notch. He prepared for that.

He didn't prepare for this.

Now, what the press doesn't know, is that he's got temporary amnesia along with the injuries. My job is to make sure they never find out. He's been doing good around the manor. It looks like he's remembering things. The layout of the manor isn't confusing to him anymore and his cooking is improving. It's almost as good as it used to be before the accident.

The school stuff seems to be one of the things his accident didn't affect. The work stuff still seems to be foggy to him. I'd rather it be the other way around, but I'm not the one in charge of his mind. There were always times when I wished that he would drop his guard. Even when he was at home he would keep it up. Times like these are when it could hurt all of us.

He looks a little spooked at times, though. Like he's seen something that, if not scares him, it sure startles him. I can't remember ever seeing my big brother being startled, but…well…there it is.

Oh, Seto…I can't bear to see you like this! Yet…there's a part of me, a selfish part, that wants to keep you like this. I don't want you going back and being hard and unreachable.

Seeing you nervous and apprehensive makes you seem real and touchable.

I'm getting a little worried about him though. Yesterday I saw him muttering at thin air. It was just like I'd seen Yugi do once.

Yugi.

So many times I'd gone to him for help. I was seriously considering going to him and confiding in him. If anyone outside of this manor could help, maybe it would be him.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt to have him come over. Definitely not Joey.

Then again, maybe seeing Joey might spark something in my brother's befuddled brain.

Hmm…