She finally got packed, and limped out of the house, making the mistake of wearing shorts. She went to the Park, and walked down the path, the same path Seto took. Seto got up from his seat, looking at the sky. He started to walk slowly down the path, and they crashed. Seto looked down, and Serenity looked up.

'I'm-sorry,' she said.

He looked down at her, and saw her eyes red. There was something different about her eyes.

'Uh, it's ok.' He told her.

She went past him, and sat on the same seats Seto had sat on. She put her hands in her face and started to weep. Seto walked back and handed her some tissue, and sat next to her. She refused to take the tissue and swatted away his hand, 'I don't need your help.'

He refused to move his hand, 'Just take it.'

She looked at him, and reluctantly started to use it to wipe her eyes. As Seto looked at her, he noticed odd bruises of sizes and shapes. He looked back at her and said, 'What happened.'

'Nothing!' she told him.

'Stop lying, there are some things that you can't hide, even with clothes.'

She looked back at him, fearful. 'How would you know?'

'The look in your eyes. You were abused. I can tell.' He looked off, staring into space.

'How-how do you know?'

'Because I was like you once too.' He replied her, not even looking at her.

'You-you-were-abused?'

'Yes, by my father, Gonzoro (not sure if that's spelt right) Kaiba.'

'Wait-you're Seto Kaiba'

'That would be me.' He replied sourly, 'And I wish I never were.'

'Tell me about it.'

He turned back and looked at her in her eyes. She could see great sadness engraved in his eyes. 'Many years ago, when I was a child, I had parents, a loving mother and father. I had a little brother, Mokuba. My mother died giving birth to him. Since then, I always cared for Mokuba, since my father had to go to work. When I was about 7 or 8 years old, I was told that my father died in a freak accident. Mokuba and I were forced to go to an orphanage, just out of town. Many people wanted to adopt me for my intelligence. I refused, because I had promised my father that if he were not to be on earth anymore, I would take care of him. Turns out that Gonzoro would only adopt us, if I won him at a game of chess. I were to lose, he would only take me. I won, and it got myself into a horrible position.' He stopped and stared at the trees again.

'What position?'

He looked back and said, 'He was abusive. I have a scar on my arm to prove it.' He said, and lifted back a scar on his forearm. 'I somehow killed him. I pushed him out of a window.' As she gasped, he continued, 'But-now I have no reason to live for.'

'What was your reason?'

'My brother, he-he-passed away,' he finally choked out the words.