SingingWrenn: I love them too! Although I only have their first album… the next couple chapters are going to be closely related with their songs and lyrics because those songs were part of my thinking process for this whole section of my story. So I do hope you enjoy that and thanks for the review!

Velgamidragon: Oh it most certainly will be! You're going to see a bit of that in this chapter as well, thanks for the review!

HopelessRomantic183: Aw, I read your review on my way to work and it made me smile. Thank you for that! I am having an excellent summer thus far. I'm at the beach right now! It's been fun. Back to the story, I think you're really going to enjoy some of things that will be happening soon. Until then, thanks for the review!

SandstormAmaterasuZira: Hooray for good lemon cake! That was a relief to read. I have a feeling too that Seth will say something… but you'll just have to read this chapter to find out what :p Thanks for the review!

MythCreatorWriter: Yeah, I'm sure if I included a scene where she was talking about it (as I had noted in my head but hadn't had room for in the actual story… which I might've already mentioned) it would make sense. Seriously, if I had room in the story for explanation, I could work it well. Anyway, sad to see that you thought that was melodramatic but I could also understand. The scene's been in my head for a while and it's the only way I have ever seen it happening. I also do need to get better at describing things. I just get so excited about the actual event that I never take time to describe. I hope to get better, though, with time. Thanks for the review!

Cuteandsweet: Wow, seems like everyone saw this death coming… hopefully my story isn't becoming as predictable as this book I'm reading (seriously, I predicted everything that was going to happen practically from the title, what a bore fest) But it has been raising my spirits about my own stuff so I'm cool with it. Thanks for the review! (and that shirt sounds so cute!)

Biskittins: Happy to see a new reader on board liking my stuff! Blueshipping is my favorite so you'll end up loving this story. Thanks for the review!

"When you try – don't try to say you won't

Try to crawl into my head

When you cry – cause it's all built up inside

Your tears already said – already said."

Chapter 34: Under the Bus

Seth walked down the long hallway towards a room he never thought he would have to enter. Nothing was in his hand, though he was busy fidgeting with his fingers as he walked. He was nervous, that was for sure, and walking towards Seto's room with the intent on talking to him didn't make him feel better. Seth and Seto almost never interacted with one another. It was clear that Seto avoided any contact with him and Seth knew to stay away.

Seth: We found out nearly a week ago that Kisara's mom died of an aneurysm completely out of nowhere. She just collapsed one day in her living room and that was it, she was gone. Everyone's been trying to comfort Kisara and I've been doing my part in that effort too, but my nerves have really been getting to me. Especially since I know the truth about Kisara's mom… and still have yet to tell Kisara about it.

Seth stood in front of the door to Seto's room and knocked. He waited a couple moments until he heard Seto say, 'Come in.' Seth opened the door and walked in. He saw Seto and Mokuba sitting across from one another, a chess board in between them. The two brothers looked up at the same time. Mokuba seemed surprised to see Seth while Seto just looked annoyed.

"What do you want?" Seto asked.

"I need to talk to you," Seth turned his head to look at Mokuba, "Would you mind leaving the room for a second? I need this to be between Seto and me." Now Mokuba looked annoyed too. Seto raised an eyebrow in Seth's direction.

"What's this about?"

"Yeah, whatever you can say to my brother, you can say to me too!" Mokuba stated proudly, crossing his arms. Seth looked back at Seto with pleading eyes.

"Please trust me when I say this needs to be between us." As much as Seto would've liked to have shooed Seth away and continued his game of chess with Mokuba, he could tell Seth was being serious. There really was something important to be said.

"Alright then," Seto said willingly, turning to Mokuba and signaling him to leave the room. Mokuba looked shocked that his brother hadn't put up more of a fight for him to be able to stay.

"No fair!" Mokuba whined, refusing to leave. That was until Seto shot Mokuba a very stern look that told Mokuba he didn't want to fuss. Mokuba sighed with frustration, "Fine…" And with that, he got up and left the room. Seto attention was immediately brought back to Seth.

"What does this concern? It better be something important."

"It is. It's about Kisara."

"What about her?" Everything these days seemed to concern Kisara. This didn't annoy or surprise Seto though since her mother had just died. Seto was only hoping that Seth wasn't here to waste his time with something he didn't already know about the situation.

"A couple weeks back, when her mom was here for the weekend, she pulled me aside and told me something Kisara didn't even know. Her mom entrusted me with this secret making me promise her that I would deliver the message to Kisara but now that her mom's dead… Well, I feel like I should tell her now more than ever. I just don't know how or when." Seto wasn't taken aback whatsoever. Somehow he got the feeling the news wasn't as big as Kisara's mom may have made it seem.

"What secret was it that she told you?"

"That Kisara's mom isn't her real mom," Seto eyes suddenly widened, "She told me this whole story about how she was actually Kisara's neighbor when he parents died in a car crash, the same car crash that put Kisara in the hospital for a while and all this other stuff." Seto was completely dumbfounded by the information Seth was telling him. He began to wonder if the story was could even be true.

Seto: I thought—no, I wanted—to think that what Seth was telling me was a story he had randomly made up on the spot. I knew, however, that Seth would never be clever enough to come up with a story like that. Although the guy is a moron, I don't think he would make up such a thing either, even if he didn't lack the capability.

"Are you kidding?" Despite how unlikely it seemed, Seto had to ask. Seth shook his head, affirming Seto's assumptions.

"No, I'm being absolutely serious. That's why I'm coming to you with this, I don't know what to do and you've always seemed like the most level-headed person in the house."

"Does anyone else know about this?"

"Nope, I haven't told anyone else. So will you help me out?" Seto took in a deep breath. It was an unfortunate thing that Seth was the one to have to know this but at the same time Seto was glad it wasn't himself who had been given such information.

"No, I'm afraid I can't help you."

"What? What do you mean? Why not?" Seto shot Seth a glare.

"It's like I've been saying all along; I'd rather not get involved."

"So you won't even tell me how or when I should do it? Come on, man! Lend a guy a hand. I came to you for a reason; I thought you could help me." Seto walked over to Seth.

"I won't lend you a hand but I will say this: Whenever you decide to tell Kisara about this, you make damn sure I'm not in the room. Got it?"

"Why? What difference will it make?"

"None, but I do know that when she finds this out, she's going to explode one way or another and I don't want to be around her to witness it. I don't do emotions well," Seto said, turning away, "I would advise you not to tell her in front of anyone but since you probably won't remember anything I'm telling you now I want you to at least remember not to tell her when I'm in the room."

"Maybe telling her with you around would help her! I mean, you are her friend." Seto twisted back around and held his index finger in Seth's direction.

"I don't care what your people's logic is about all of this, I'm telling you right now; I don't want to be there when she finds out. Got it? Until then, you're on your own." Seth wanted to be mad and demand Seto help him, but he knew better than that. He knew Seto would refuse no matter how much Seth request that he should. So without saying anything else, Seth left the room, accepting Seto's refusal.

Seth: There are some people who will always be unwilling to help others and Seto Kaiba is just another one of those people. They don't care about anyone other than themselves and that's just the way it goes. There was no use arguing about it; it was clear that I really was on my own.

Down the hallway he went, with his hands shoved down his pockets and with a lot on his mind. After talking with Seto and discovering he could get no suggestions, Seth decided to get it over with. Somehow, the idea of waiting any longer made Seth think it would have a worse impact. So he walked to Kisara's room but before he could walk in, Mai came out.

"Oh good, you're here Seth. I was just about to go get you."

"You were?"

"Yeah… I need you to stay with Kisara for a bit. I figure each of us will cycle our time with her since she's having issues being alone. This is only a result of her mom dying so suddenly so now she's got some abandonment issues going on." Mai looked down sadly. "Well, anyways, can you stay with her until I can get one of the Kaiba Brothers to come over?"

"Sure thing, but good luck getting twiddle-dumb to help you, he's still standing by his belief of 'not getting involved.'" Seth's remark was a bit jerk-ish, he would admit, but he didn't care. He was annoyed with Seto for not helping him and he was sure Seto had referred to him as much worse things. Mai sighed with an annoyance as well. Seto had been sticking to his belief for the last two weeks and had refused to go and see Kisara.

"Well, anyways, you better get on in there. I need to deal with Seto." Then Mai left in a hurry and Seth entered the room. He had seen Kisara's room many times but that time it looked different. All the shades were pulled down and the room looked like an absolute mess (a condition Kisara had never let it be in at all in the last three months, despite Mai's efforts). Kisara was curled up on the bed, the sheets pulled over her except for her head.

"Who's there?" Kisara asked in a very quiet and weak voice, "Seto?" Seth winced.

"No… it's me, Seth," Seth said, walking over to the bed and kneeling down beside it. Kisara looked up at him. She couldn't hide her expression of disappointment and it did hurt Seth to see that. She had really been hoping that he was Seto. Seth shook his head and tried to ignore it. "I'm sorry I'm not him."

"No, no, it's okay… I'm glad you're here…" Kisara said, reaching out for Seth's face, "Now I don't have to be alone." Kisara gently stroked his cheek and Seth felt hurt again. She wasn't happy he was here she just didn't want to be alone. He couldn't hate her for these feelings but it did sting.

"Look, Kisara, there's something I need to tell you." Seth pushed her hand away. Kisara averted her eyes up at him.

"Yes?"

"Well, first… I want to apologize for what happened… at the ball," Seth knew this was the farthest from the right time to be talking about this, but he had to get it out there before he began telling her the truth, "I suppose I got carried away in all the magic of the night. Everything really seemed to be going well, for practically the first time ever, and I suppose I jumped a little too ahead of myself. I wasn't thinking straight."

"Seth… I really don't think I'm in the state of mind to be talking about this…" Kisara said, scooting over to one side of the bed and beckoning Seth to join her, "But I do need your company." Seth noted how Kisara had said "need" instead of "want." He nodded in response and got into bed. Kisara stretched her arm across his stomach and laid her head on his chest. Seth, with slow caution, inched his arm around her. Then he relaxed his arm around her neck when he saw she didn't mind. And so… they lied together, with one another.

They didn't talk for a long while. Kisara was right; it seemed his presence was enough for her. Still, he felt anxiety welling up inside of him, as continued to think of the only thing on his mind. To tell her or not to tell her… Seth wished it wasn't the question and yet it was all he kept asking himself.

Seth took a deep breath. It would be best if he just got it out there now before anything else happened. In movies and TV shows, the longer a person waited to tell someone a secret, the more trouble the person keeping the secret got into. Seth had already taken his sweet time telling Kisara about her mom and then her mom ended up dead, so he had to tell her before the situation before things got worse.

"Kisara… I…"

"How could this be happening?" Kisara asked, lifting her head and looking to Seth for all the answers, "That's all I've been asking myself for the past two weeks, I mean… why my mom?" Seth gulped and sat up as Kisara had. He couldn't take this… he had to tell her before she continued…

"Kisara, look, I've got to tell you something—" Kisara took up her hands and stared at them.

"Maybe this is all just a dream. This is all just a bad dream. My mom isn't really dead… she's still at home, alive and well." Seth got up and off of the bed. There was no way he could do this… at least not now. To see Kisara like this was too painful for him. Seth had to leave.

"I—have to go," Seth said, making a run for the door. Just as he grabbed the knob, Kisara called for him to stop.

"Where are you going? Weren't you about to say something to me?" Something about Kisara's voice had changed when she had said that although Seth couldn't put his finger on what it was. Seth shrugged and bravely turned around to face her.

"Yes… I was but I don't think now is the right time."

"Why? Is it because my mom's dead?" Her words shot arrows right through Seth, mostly because they were true. And because of that, there was no other way of responding to that other than with the truth.

"…Yes."

"Whatever… just go." As bad as Seth felt, and as hateful as Kisara's words sounded, Seth did take this opportunity to run like the wind and get the hell out of there.

Seth: I knew what I was doing was wrong but it was the only thing I could do. There's no way I could tell her about her mom. Maybe it would be better if she never found out… and seeing her like that is making me seriously consider it.

"Checkmate," Seto said in a monotone voice. Even before Mokuba had a chance to look at the board and figure out whether Seto had actually won, Seto had already started gathering the pieces up and setting them up for another round. Mokuba said nothing; he was 99% sure that Seto was right. Seto wouldn't lie about such a thing anyway.

"You go first," Seto said, twisting the board around so that Mokuba was the white pieces this round and he was the black. Mokuba nodded and moved a pawn forward. When he had, he looked up at his brother, reading Seto's face as he stared with great intensity at the chess pieces in front of him. Mokuba was trying to figure the best way to strike up a conversation he had been meaning to have with Seto.

Although the two of them hadn't grown up with one another, Mokuba knew a thing or two about Seto. Seto had publicly shown to everyone in the house at least once that he wasn't an emotional man or someone to discuss emotions. Mokuba, however, knew better than that. He knew that it wasn't that Seto was incapable of discussing what he was feeling. It was all based on timing and the right setting.

Seto and Mokuba had been playing chess for a couple hours now; after Seth had left, Mokuba had come back into the room and continued playing. A half hour later, Mai had come in and fought with Seto about how he should go and comfort Kisara, and even then they continued playing when she left. She and Seto even had a heated argument but Mokuba got the feeling that chess was the one thing that could ease Seto's nerves better than anything else. So now that he was completely relaxed and calm with a new game in the midst, Mokuba would try and talk.

"Hey Nii-sama," Mokuba said, moving his bishop onto the field. Seto didn't look up from the board, "How come you refuse to go and see Kisara?" Using one hand to rest his head, he used the other to move another pawn forward. Even still, Seto hadn't looked up from the board.

"I certainly hope you're not going to lecture me like everyone else in this house. I thought you would be the one person I could trust to leave me alone about this." Seto made his move and waited patiently for Mokuba. Mokuba wasn't very interested in the game and made a dumb move just so that his turn would be over.

"I'm not, I just want to understand. I mean… don't you care about Kisara?"

"Of course I care about Kisara. I care about her a lot." Mokuba looked up. Those were dramatic words for Seto to say about another person other than Mokuba.

"A lot?" Mokuba asked. Seto then looked up, breaking from his concentration.

"What?"

"Nothing," Mokuba quickly said. Seto looked back down at the board, "So if that's the case then… why are you doing what you're doing?" Seto took Mokuba's bishop with ease.

"Mokuba, a lot of things about our past might still be hazy in my mind, but there are some memories I can vividly remember. You may have been too young at the time, but one of the few I remember most is when our parents died and what it was like." Mokuba looked up again.

"Really?"

"Yes and that is the reason why I have decided to stay away. I can't put it into words right this second, I'm not very good when it comes to things like these, but what I can say is that she's not alone. I know what that's like and I understand."

"Why don't you tell her that then?"

"I know she doesn't want to hear it right now. Everyone is trying to tell her that they understand, digging deep inside themselves to find a similar situation and comfort her in the best way, but they can't. No one believes me but the best way to deal with this is to give her space. Let her fight her own demons, she's the only one who can. She'll come to us when she's ready."

"Is that why you won't go and talk to her? You're waiting for her to come to you?" Seto nodded.

"That's the way it has to be if she ever hopes to get past this." Mokuba left it at that and let the conversation die in that instant. He might not have gotten Seto to say much but he had said enough. Maybe Seto was right and this was the best way. Only time would tell.

"You are the one

You'll never be alone again

You're more than in my head – you're more."

A/N: Hey there! How's it going? Sorry for this not-as-quick update. I'm building up to a lot of juicy stuff in my story so I had to get all my thoughts sorted and what not before moving forward. I'll probably have to do more of that before I start on the next chapter since I need things to happen in a certain rhythm. Anyway, thanks for reading, as always, hope you enjoyed some more Shiny Toy Guns lyrics (the song these lyrics are from is titled, "You Are the One"). As I said before, a lot of these chapters are inspired by that band's first album so I might be adding more lyrics and what not and having more titles like this but we'll see what happens. One should always go with the flow before getting ahead of themselves so we'll see how it all ends up. Thanks again and have a good day.