A/N: Here is chapter 11. Thank you shiningstar786, Egyptprncssxox, FoxLover96, theabridgedkuriboh, Guest, and Jammed123 for the reviews on chapter ten. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh ZEXAL or any of the characters, Shin Yoshida does.

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"Chris, this is hardly the time," Dr. Faker began.

"Dr. Faker please," the silver-haired teen looked worried. "This is about my little brother."

"He's being looked after in the orphanage," Dr. Faker said gently.

Chris opened the envelope and pulled out a picture of Thomas, his right arm in a cast. He then pulled out several more; Thomas sporting a black eye, bruises on his arms and legs and stomach, and fist-shaped welts on his back.

Faker looked stunned.

"I...I didn't...how did you...?"

"I smuggled a camera in after I saw Thomas with his arm in a cast," Chris explained. "I took several pictures because I needed evidence. Doctor, you have to help him."

For a moment, Faker said nothing.

"Please," Chris's normally calm face now looked worried and sad. "Bring him to the tower. He won't be any trouble. I'll look after him, I'll make sure he never misbehaves. I promise-"

"Christopher, you know that Hart can't-" Faker began.

"All due respect, sir," Chris tried again. "Please, Thomas is going through torture and abuse that no child should ever be forced to endure. That woman who's doing this to him could end up killing him. Please, doctor I need to bring him here where he can be safe."

Faker said nothing, but when he looked down at the photos, he couldn't help but feel a little bit of guilt. He was a father himself and it tugged at his heartstrings to see a young child not much older than his younger son suffering this way.

"I'll think about it," he said finally.

Chris looked disappointed, but nodded, not wanting to push too hard.

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It was nearly two o'clock in the morning when Dr. Faker finally finished his work and decided to get a little bit of rest before Chris got up and once again asked him for permission to bring Thomas to the tower.

He had just stood up when he realized he wasn't alone; there was another man standing there. A man with long, blond hair pulled back into a single braid...

"Byron?" the doctor rubbed his eyes, only to find that there was yet another man in the room. This man had black hair with a single red streak and dark eyes to match.

"Kazuma...this can't be," Faker gasped. "Alright, get ahold of yourself. It's just the stress of your job getting to you."

"Don't try to fool yourself, Faker," Kazuma barked. "You know we're here."

"You have a great deal of nerve," Byron's amber eyes filled with hatred. "After what you've put my family through."

"Byron, that wasn't my fault," Faker protested. "You have to understand-"

"What has happened to my son Thomas IS your fault!" Byron cut him off. "You sacrificed Kazuma and myself for your own selfish desires. You weren't thinking of what your actions would lead to! It never occurred to you what effect those actions would have on our families!"

"That's right!" Kazuma joined in. "Now my son and daughter will grow up fatherless! I won't have the chance to take my son on an adventure with me like I promised him before I left with you! But my children still have their grandmother to look after them, Byron's sons have no one! They had only each other, but now because of your selfishness, that's been taken away from them too! How can you live with yourself?"

"It's not-"

"You took me from my sons," Byron growled. "Poor Thomas is now languishing in an orphanage because of you. And little Michael feels guilty because he got to stay with Chris and Thomas didn't. And Chris...oh, Chris...he struggles but hides it from you and everyone else. He feels immense guilt for his decision, knowing the pain Thomas has gone through because of it. Nevermind that this is entirely YOUR fault!"

"Byron, listen-" Faker tried once again.

"What if it had been Kite or little Hart suffering at the hands of the people in that orphanage?" Byron demanded. "What if it were one of your own children being subjected to that kind of horrific abuse you so callously allowed to happen to Thomas?"

"If you're so willing to hurt even a child just to have what you want," Kazuma and Byron spoke together. "How can you call yourself a father?"

This dealt a strong blow to Faker. Why wouldn't they give him a chance to explain?

"Hart is only two years younger than Thomas," Byron continued as Kazuma faded away. "The same age as Michael. You wouldn't make Hart suffer by taking Kite from him, and yet it doesn't trouble you to do that to Michael."

Faker said nothing, knowing it would be pointless.

"How can you speak to Chris or even look at him, knowing what you've done to him and his brother?" Byron went on. "How can you see him everyday and pretend you're not the reason that the little family he has left was torn apart? I once thought of you as my friend, and you did you took me from my children, all for your own benefit! I can only hope that someday, you suffer as much hell as you put me and especially my sons through, you traitor!"

Faker was taken aback. The Byron Arclight he had known had always been a friendly and even-tempered man. But now, he could scarcely believe this was the same person who had assisted him with his research.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" the father of Kite and Hart shouted.

"You took Chris and Michael in," Byron's voice had lowered to a deadly whisper. "Now, you'll extend that same offer to Thomas. You will retrieve him from that abusive place and you will never tear them apart again."

"And what if I were to refuse?" Faker didn't know why he asked this question.

"You don't want to know what will happen if you don't," Byron answered coldly. "But I can tell you that your life will be filled with misery and woe if you refuse."

For a while, Faker said nothing, but he actually found himself actually trembling slightly. He wouldn't admit it, but he was frightened. He didn't want to see or know what Byron had in store for him. And what if Byron decided to target his sons? He couldn't allow that, especially to little Hart.

"Alright," he said finally. "I'll tell Chris when he comes to work."

Byron gave a curt nod before fading away just as Kazuma had.

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"Chris, I thought about what we discussed yesterday," Dr. Faker began.

Chris looked hopeful.

"Yes?" he asked.

"You have my permission to go to the orphanage and bring Thomas here. I'll send a note with you."

"Oh...thank you, Dr. Faker," Chris smiled. "Thank you. I promise you won't regret this."

Faker said nothing.

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"I'm here for my brother," Chris said.

"Well...er...he's not here at the moment."

Chris noted that this was not Ms. Withers, the shrill and hateful woman whom it had been his displeasure to deal with previously. This woman had shoulder-length dark brown hair and kind, green eyes.

"I've brought a note from Dr. Faker giving permission for me to take my brother with me to Heartland Tower," the eldest Arclight brother was becoming impatient.

"I'm sorry," the woman said, looking genuinely so. "But Thomas is not here."

"Well, where is he?" Chris asked. It had only been a few days since his last visit.

The woman looked sad.

"He's...in the hospital."

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So, how was it? Let me know.

Next chapter: Chris sees just how much damage the orphanage has inflicted on Thomas.

And I know that I have missed promised update dates in the past, but I can promise everyone that the next chapter will definitely be out on Tuesday, November 17th.