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Sherabo: "Malik, Malik!!!!"

Malik: "Yeah, I'm here," straighten s up his pants.

Sherabo: "Where were you?"

Malik: "Well, my computer died, and I got data drain…."

Sherabo: "Well, you smell a little funny."

BrightestStarInThe NightSky: "Has any one seen Yugi or Yami?" Malik's eyes widen.

Journey Maker: "Katsuya, Katsuya," Ryou blushes as he enters the room.

Telpei: Red marker in hand, yellow highlighter in pocket, "Ryou, there you are, Bakura has been looking for you," Katsuya stumbles over his feet.

Seto: "I've had it, Genius Vampire, where is he, where is that brat, no more games. He has pictures of azure kite all over my laptop."

Genius Vampire: Stares in a dream state at the photo of azure, no words come forth.

Sherabo: Listen up, we have a story to tell and fans to please, everyone get back to your real mates and stop all this nonsense. Sherabo hides an anime "Le chevalier D'Eon" Oh well, Love you all and enjoy, Review………IF you enjoy let us know, there is lots more to come, updates comes with response. Sit back have a latte and review. Love you all.

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Author: Sherabo

Beta: Telpei

The Ghost of My Past, Seto's POV

Mokuba's conversation on the roof left Seto devastated and filled with remorse. Not only the chill from the evening sky nipped at his limbs, but a coldness called hate ran through his body, chilling him to his soul. Filled with remorse, Seto slumped against the cold ledge just above the office window, the very window those meddlesome old men stood in'Damn it all to hell!' A sinister laugh rose from the pit of Seto's gut. 'Why, doesn't anyone understand that I just want to be left alone? 'Or at least that's what he kept on telling himself each time someone came with their pitiful speeches.

A sick feeling rose in the pit of his stomach; it rolled over and over, twisting his gut into knots of pain. 'Everyone believes I don't feel or need anything. I don't hurt, so what is this feeling that has taken possession of my body?'

But to anyone who knew the CEO, the biggest problem he had was the undeniable fact that he felt everything too deeply. You see Seto had to analyze the problem, break it down, and logically work out every detail in his head. That had always been his way. 'Maybe Mokuba was right in telling me to just leave and never come back, it had its merit. I wonder am I really prepared to just leave them all and start somewhere fresh? Would Mokuba truly forgive me that grievance? What would it really accomplish? Damn it all! Mokuba knew the truth, or at least his version, would he really be able to carry that burden for the rest of his life alone?'

'What about me? I need . . . I need . . .' He crumbled to the stony cold floor and wondered if this really was the end as everyone believed. 'Maybe they were right.' Suddenly breathing became an effort not worth taking. 'I need relief.' Seto took the letter from his pocket and placed it on the floor next to his feet with his briefcase on top. Next he reached behind his back and pulled out the gun from underneath his belt. Even in the rain, the silver handle glowed brightly. He ran his fingers along the beautiful barrel and wondered what a hole in his head would feel like. His lips were now white from the chilling cold and in the pouring rain his teeth started to chatter before his sinister laugh came back. "Ha, ha, my blood would freeze before it hit the ground, but the bullet, would it break my cold, cold heart?"

Fingers shaking and numb Seto raised the gun to his head. 'Oh yeah, I forgot to bring bullets. Damn it! I can't even die right. Damn you Gozaburo, you're a miserable son of a bitch!' Seto in a fit of anger threw the gun into the heavens and watched as it dropped down, hoping that it would land in hell.

Rain continued to poor down on the young CEO, which caused wave upon wave of coldness to torment his already chilled body. However, it only intensified the numbness he felt in his heart. Through his blurred vision, Seto looked down at his feet and spotted the offensive letter, taunting him from underneath the corner of his brief case. The letter, from the box early this morning that Mokuba had forgotten to give him yesterday now controlled his very thoughts and actions. 'I'll destroy it, yes I'll pretend like it never existed. '

The CEO smiled for the first time all day and smirked at the paper underneath his briefcase. With needless caution, he slowly bent down on unsteady legs and pulled the letter from under its hiding place. Yes, the letter was hiding just like a thief in the shadows, waiting to spring and molest an innocent victim. Yes, a rapist, someone vile and undeserving of life, a creature without a soul. That's what he was or what the letter was. 'I destroyed you already. 'The letter and his nightmares of the past began to merge and become one. 'Let me be! Why won't you die?!!'

A drop of rain hit one corner of the letter, which caused Kaiba to flinch and protectively recoil in distress, shielding the letter under his arm. 'Wet, no I have to protect it.' He gently wiped the corners until they were dry, and then turned his body toward the ledge, shielding himself from the pouring rain. His eyes were almost afraid to look and see if any damage had happened to the offending document. He had to see one more time if all the hateful words were still intact. Nearly fattened up against the building ledge and shielded from the biting rain, Seto unfolded the letter for the fifth time that day. The words were clear and undamaged. He didn't really have to read the letter; Seto had created a photograph of the letter in his mind. Each word, every line, every phrase was engraved in his heart and soul.

THE LETTER:

Seto my son, if you are reading this

Letter than I am most likely dead, and you are

Eighteen I am so sorry to be have been so week, but you must

Understand more than anything you have always been my source of

strength. I know Mokuba is well and that you have taken good care of him

because you always have. Even as a small child he looked to you for guidance. Did I ever

tell you, his first word was'Sebo', his name for you? All my life I've been afraid and a coward, always

running from somethingbut it was a lucky day I ran into your mother. She was so tall, beautiful, and strong, and she had the

deepest blue eyes, I have had the pleasure of glazing into. But I failed to protect her when she needed me most

and for that sin along I will burn in hell. Your mother worked as a private secretary for the richest

man in town, Gozaburo Kaiba, and I worked in his plant. He always had the pretty girls close and your

mother was astoundingly beautiful: her hair the richest of chestnut and it felt like silk it was so soft to the

touch. I can only image how handsome you must me, my son, because you were born in her image.

Our lives changed the day he began to notice your mother, so tall, slender. Sara would light up

a room whenever she entered, because she had the baring of a queen Her grace and elegancealong with the rarest of smilesmade you want to do her biding. A delight to all, completely free and untamed.I loved her so deeply.

The days at work started to get longer and they became nights. Sometimes she would come home

So tired, but would oftentake long showers. Then one night she told me she was with child. I was so happy and I

had hoped our life would start to grow together again But the nightmare had only just begun. Your mother

eventually stopped sharing my bed and I didn't ask why. I watched as the light slowly faded from her blue

eyes. Months later you were born and my wife stopped speaking. If I hadn't been such a coward Seto, I could have helped her to heal. But instead I turned my head and pretend to be a father and a husband

to Sara. He tried to enslave Sara, but she stayed by my side and I lost any chance of success

in the city or country. Mokuba was the result of our love and fight against that monster. Sara died

shortly after his birth and I will never forget her words to me. "We won this time, my love, he

has your eyes. I will always be by your side as you have always been by mine" You mother had

forgiven me my cowardness and freed me from guilt however she could not erase

the shame I felt in my soul or the part I played in her death by, letting her fight this battle

alone. Seto you are the son of the most powerful, evil, ruthless, and shameless man

in all of Japan. He raped my wife and continued to do so until her death. Mokuba is your

half-brother and I pray on your mother's death bed that is so. Those were her last

words to me. He is the devil and he destroyed many lives and broke up many

families with his lust, experiments, and thirst for power. Our lives were a living

hell and he always hated Mokuba. I hope you have been able to protect him, as I am

sure my life will end shortly. In my attempt to destroy his company I have become

a target for murder. He taunts me constantly with death and tells me of the

things he has planned for my sons when I die. He is evil, my son.

Yes, you will always be my son, my Seto. You will always be Sara's son, the best

And most alluring woman I have ever known. I will not have much time to

live after this letter, because I am being watched. I know you are the only one who can stop

him. Remember the games we played when you were a little boy. It was a fun memory and

I die with the knowledge we had that together. I pray one day you can forgive me.

Your father

'Forgive you, you bastard. You, it was you who killed my mother. You should have protected her! All this time you let me love you and I never knew. I thought you were so good and I swore on your grave to never let you down, to be strong and to always protect my baby brother- the only family I had left. You let me believe my mother died in love, but she lived in pain and torment, and died in angst. Now I understand the look in her eyes, the sadness, and the distance. I thought it was because we were poor, but it was because you were shameful and a coward. But mother taught me my lessons well and I learned – 'never show fear, my son, always stand up even when you can't, and alwaysremember who you areYour deceit is unforgivable, father. Funny how pathetic the word sounds to me now.' Seto crumbled the letter up, his fear of the pages disappeared as the memory of his mother gave him hope.' She knew the monster would attack me next. Funny father rapes mother and rapes son. Oh, Mai how about this headline 'Father allows son to live in orphanage to make him strong.'

'Mokuba, I killed for us and now I find out he was my father, my blood. Why do I not feel shame? Mother! I hate them all, all the tiny lies and secrets adults use, the nasty unspoken truths adults hold close to their stone hearts.' Each word spoken dropped into the dark hole at the back of his mind and altered all sense of reason Seto still processes. 'I'll never trust anyone again, never' he spat out the words now mingled with tears and the pounding rain.

Just for a moment Seto believed his heart would be free to love, but now it hurt too damn much, even to breath. Even the small corner which belonged to Mokuba was sealed off. He would not let anyone in, confused and indecision were his companions. Fear, deception, and anger drove the CEO to the roof top, but hate, revenge, and remorse kept him rooted.

'I have to get away from everyone, because if I am my father's son, I will only destroy what is left of my miserable existence here and Mokuba's too.' I thought about Mokuba my brother, with his grey eyes, and ebony mane so different from my own, yet the same. 'You have always been my light.' Seto wanted to strike out, hurt someone, anyone it didn't matter. 'How can I be a model to Mokuba, with a past so tainted in hate?'

The self doubt he felt threatened to overwhelm his sense of worth and uncertainty crept into the list of emotions now piled up in heaps around his soul.

For a moment Seto though he saw a shadow and froze. 'Shit no more visitors, please I've had enough.' Each voice vibrated in his head to torment him even more. Joey: Yes, Joey his faithful puppy, his biggest mistake, but entertaining to a fault. While that wasn't entirely true, 'I do love you Katsuya. Take care of Mokuba for me.' Katsuya had him crying like a baby, and for what? 'Damn him.' The boy was only a remembrance of lost innocence. 'He never understood my 'hidden heart'.

Pegasus taunted him with his sick overtures of love and sex, but the dragon, his little princess 'Aurora.' She was so royal and proud and ready to fight for him. That was the most painful vision of all, because Seto's very soul was linked to his dragons. Seto's drive and strength to fight lay in their power. Somehow, the white-haired freak had managed to present an illusion to side track the CEO and cloud his mind. Yet, deep down inside his heart, Kaiba knew Pegasus couldn't have begun to understand the emotional tie which connected him to his beloved dragons.

Ryou and that damn thief Bakura, who he really didn't know. Bakura had a thing for Atem, but this time he was right. Through his insane babble Seto listened, 'no one's stopping you, so why don't you just go ahead and jump?' Ryou trying to comfort him, so weak and pathetic, a lot like Katsuya. Then his loud outburst, 'Kaiba doesn't want help.' For a moment the old CEO returned, 'Yea, that's right, get the hell out of my building, freak.'

'I can't forget Yugi, the little virgin pest with the big amethyst eyes, so sweet. I bet he's balling his eyes out and Yami is stroking his little dick. I hate them all. Friendship, bullshit, it's all the same. Shit.'

'Sugoroku Mutou and that feeble minded professor, go back to your land of dreams, I don't have any. Mokuba I'm so sorry but…'Seto spread out his legs planting them firmly on the edge of the ledge. He lifted his arms to the heaven and welcomed the rain pouring down his face. He looked down at the people, only small insets illuminated by the fading sun and he cried. 'It's time…….'

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The cry of anguish that ripped from the month of Seto Kaiba opened the heavens above, disturbing the slumber of Ra. The powerful king set on his lofty throne of pure gold drew back the centuries of time with a wave of his mighty hand, and gazed down at his young and handsome prince, listening to his plea. Seto had reached the end of his long journey and had incurred the raft of the Gods.

Kisara and her dragons gathered at the feet of the mighty Ra to plead for his sanity and life. Tears of untold beauty glistened on her pale cheeks as she pleaded to her king. "Oh God of Gods, King of Kings, most beloved of all, help my prince, my love, my friend. He is in so much pain. Surly he has not earned such an unworthy death. Remember how he saved the world for us all."

The dragons bellowed their anger in dragon tongue at Ra, shaking the very heavens and causing storms to erupt in the past, present, and future throughout the universe. Such was their true magical power. Their love for Kaiba was endless, for only he truly understood the awesome nature that they all possessed. Even little Aurora waited none too patiently for the rebirth of Seth in Seto, so that she could serve him in the glory of the duel monster games. There was purity and heart in Seto, and it wasn't fair for the girl not to know her master. All the court stepped out of the way and Ra's eyes twinkled at the arrogance of the demanding creatures in the presence of the great God Ra.

"Surly these creatures belong together," Kisara attempted to calm the dragons down and bring the elements back in line. Sha-di, who held the scales of justice, worked with the mountains and seas. Isis Ishtar, sister to Malik, gentled the winds of time and tempered them to remember the calm of a light breeze upon the trees and plants.

Seth, rod in hand walked over to the dragons and gave his attention to Azrael. She was the biggest and strongest, with 1900 attack points. Next he stroked Djibril who flew the highest. Igris, the fastest, wanted to go and grab Seto from the very sky and never return to this place called Japan. Together, these mighty creatures became Seto's very own Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon. Soon Aurora would find her place. "Hush my pets; do not show such behavior in front of your God. Azrael roared, her eyes glowing and turning the color of red, green, and gold, and then flashing back to the darkest of blue. She settled her long graceful nose against the tall headdress worn by the priest. Djibril and Igris purred as Seth petted the tender ridges under each dragon's neck. His eyes misted at the grace and beauty of Seto's dragons. Seth turned and greeted Ra, next he bowed low in the God's presence.

"Well, Seth what would you have me do? He doesn't even acknowledge your very existence if he was not so stubborn, you could help the brat yourself. As Atem comforts little Yugi, you could do the same for Seto. He is a man who deigns his entire self, why should I concern myself with such ruddiness? He is of little importance to me." Ra rose from his throne and pointed his golden staff through the window of time, almost touching Seto on the ledge of the building.

Seth gasped at the dangerous move and chose his next words with great care. "Ra, my master, it is true he believes not in me. Yet he is me. Ra, we are one!! As he stands on that roof carrying the weight of his world, I stand beside him." Seth walked closer to the mighty Ra and glazed down at Seto. "He is my future and I am his past. That is enough. His troubles are mine. Have I not served you well? Am I not your child? Surly as you love me, you love Seto as well."

You tempt me with your soft words of affection, but I will not be so easily swayed. However, it is true; I do see your nobility in his eyes. You have grown quite handsome over the centuries. Your control and love of the flying beasts and their devotion to you has not changed. Yet in your lust for power you have lost your way. Although, I am pleased with the man you have become."

Kisara, Seth, Sha-di, Isis, and the dragons knelt before Ra in silence. There was nothing else to be said. Ra, raised his mighty arms to the skies and closed the curtains of time, but not before he smiled down on Seto. A blinding light surrounded the chambers and the mighty God disappeared. Seto fate was in the hands of the Gods.

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Another throne another time

Dartz, a meddler by nature observed the proceedings in the heavens above as well as Seto's actions below. He was quite amused to see one as strong as Seto Kaiba reduced to such a state of rubbish by the meddlesome ramblings of an insane man. Surely there were more parts in play. Dartz, at the request of his own little princes Amelda, Valon, and Rapheal, decided to assist, but never would he play with time. It was a cruel thing he did trying to destroy the world. "Ra, you have your prince and I have mine. Maybe this time we will protect each other and you will think more kindly of me. Dartz looked down on his kittens and agreed to the request of his favorite. "If this is your wish, my love, I will grant it." Dartz left his castle and in a blinding globe of green smoke and he rode on the wings of time to Japan. The stage was now set. The battle for Seto's soul had begun, not only on a lonely roof top, but in the very heavens above.

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Malik: "Ok, I'm so upset, now he has Ra fooled. This is too much, How does that jerk get the sexy guys, talking dragons, and God……."

Genius Vampire: "Now, now Malik, have you opened your email address lately. I just forward a bunch of spam sent to me and it was nasty love letters to you arrr"

Malik: "Really, let me see, gotta go."

Genius Vampire: "Hey, for those wondering, the names of Seto's dragons are real, except for Aurora."

Sherabo: "Who will save our Beautiful Seto? Review, Review Let these hard working authors know how you feel. We have a picture designed for Hidden Heart which features the players. If you would like a copy email me. Thanks for the time you took to read this story. We each have enjoyed writing for you all out there.