Our scene opens up inside the Holy Child gym as our bishis have unwillingly found them selves seated for the Spring sports assembly *

S: What the fuck is this?

J: I dunno its some awards show..thingi….

S: Why are we here, We didn't play any sports.

M: Its to show support and all that spirit crap for our school….

S: Do we have to be here?

M: Yeah or the headmistress will kick our asses. Don't worry, its as boring as hell but it builds character!!

* An hour of handing out awards, and pointless team inside jokes go by*

M: Ooo!! Look at this it went 15 minutes over! Less time for Art History!!

*Seto and Joey are slumped in their seats, drooling with a glazed look intheir eyes *

S/J: Uuuhhhhhhh…..

M: Whimps…come on boys, we gotta go for humanities…today we're doing an hour of Art history!!! Yay!! We get to learn for an hour about Van Gogh and post modernist paintings that aren't supposed top look like art..but it really is art!!

Joey and Seto scream and run out of the gym*

***

He could hear Pegasus' mocking laughter ringing in his brain. He could hear the man's cruel and condescending tone of voice, as he hurt Mokuba. The little one screaming for his brother, while Seto was out at a dance. Now, Mokuba was gone, and Seto had no idea were he was. Pegasus could be hiding anywhere, in the darkest nook of the world.

Seto felt something wet drip onto his chest. He was bleeding, profusely actually, and shards of glass scattered around were he lay. But he didn't care. Nothing mattered to him now, except the well fare of his brother.

"Mokuba." He moaned.

Mrs. Sombersby watched from the doorway. Here eyes were filled with tears, for both of the brothers. She loved the little one, and even the older boy, even though Seto was cold and reclusive. She admired the boy for his strength, and pitied him for all he had to endure. He was only a child, but he had always been an adult. There was no time in her memory of the boy acting his age, or having fun. Just a man in the youthful shell was all she had encountered.

She kept behind the door, hidden from Seto's sight, knowing it would further upset the boy if he knew he had let some one see him cry. It wouldn't be the first time. She had witnessed Seto's tears five years ago, after his adoption. The old woman had found the boy whimpering and cowering in his room. Later she would find the truth about the "lessons" Gozaburo had given the boy. She remembered the bruises that had marred his skin, and how the boy has lied to her when she questioned his injury's origin. Seto had allowed the maid to comfort him, but that would be the first and last time. AS the boy spent more time under his foster father's tutelage, Seto became indifferent and cold, seemingly submissive to Gozaburo; loyal and loving to only Mokuba.

" Mrs. Sombersby?" A cracked voice came from the office. The maid dried her eyes and walked into the room to address her employer. Seto stared at the old woman. He knew that she had been behind the door, and that she had seen him. Seto's face burned with embarrassment and shame for showing his weakness.

"You're brave my dear." She said. " Do not by ashamed. You are brave to love your brother so much. No one has that compassion, that I have seen as you do for Mokuba. You'll find him. And you'll make sure whoever did this pays."

Seto looked at his maid, almost stunned by her words of comfort. The maid gingerly lifted his injured hand and led him off towards the bathroom to clean up.

***

Seto did not return to school that Monday. Although his new friends missed him, others did not.

"Probably got locked in his big vault while counting his money." A girl snickered.

"Screw Kaiba. Did anyone hear about Duelist Kingdom?" A boy asked.

" Who cares, I want to know why Mr. "Moneybags" isn't here." Said another.

"Eh, shuddap ya loosers. Seto's probably sick." Joey snapped in defense of his friend. Joey sank back into his chair and turned to Yugi.

"Man, first DK goes up in flames, and not Seto's not here. This is weird, Yug."

"I know what you're saying Joey. But it could be coincidence that Seto's not here, he could be sick. But on the other hand, there hasn't been any word about Pegasus, and that has me really worried." Yugi said as he tugged thoughtfully on his millennium puzzle.

"You saying that nut-case could be on da loose again?"

"What if he is? What if he's trying to strike get at me or Seto for what happened at the Kingdom? I wouldn't put it past him. He's sneaky and clever, I'd bet he's waiting to strike when we least expect it." The boy said in a hushed, but worried manner.

"You're being paranoid, Yug. Dun cha agree, Bakura?" Joey said as he thumped Ryou on the back.

"Yes, you are. Pegasus wouldn't be stupid to try those tatics again. Besides, Kaiba Corp, what would the bastard want?" The white haired teen replied.

Ryou felt Bakura swallow nervously.

//Is there something wrong, my yami?// Ryou hissed. He knew that his darker half had something to do with the strange occurrences over the weekend.

// None of your business, weakling!!// Was the response.

Ryou felt Bakura's soul room door slam, and lock.

Something up with him. And I'm going to find out.

***

Mrs. Sombersby carried a tray of food into Seto's room. IT was laden with his favorite breakfast; Tea, a fresh croissant, with butter and jams. Seto was normally picky about his food, but the maid knew that this meal was one of his weaknesses.

Perhaps this will brighten him up She thought as she laid out the food on a small desk that was directly outside of his bed chamber.

"Master Kaiba?" She said as she opened the door.

Her heart sank at the sight before her. The old woman didn't know why she hadn't gotten used to it after five days.

The room was dark, the only light came from whatever light that managed to creep through the sides of the shades.

Mokuba lay still as he has since Friday night; motionless, expressionless, in a total sleep like trance. The little one was tucked safely in his brother's bed, with the covers drawn to his shoulders and a Celtic guardian plushie nestled beside him. Anyone glancing at the boy would believe that the boy was asleep; not missing his soul.

The sadder part of the scene was Seto. The teen sat by his brother in a solitary vigil. His face was sunken in from his grief, and dark circles surrounded his eyes. The eyes that rivaled sapphires were dull, and sparked with sadness. He was pale from lack of sleep, as well as his refusal to eat.

Periodically Seto would reach out and hold Mokuba's hand. Perhaps hopeful that the touch would rouse the little one. Seto loosely clutched a cell phone in the other hand as he waited for his satellite team to contact him with any information about Pegasus' whereabouts.

"Master Seto?"

Seto turned and faced his maid.

"Come along sir. You must eat something."

"I'm not hungry."

"But you haven't…"

" I'm not hungry. Thank you." The boy said flatly.

Mrs. Sombersby brought the tray into the room.

"Seto. Please." She only called with out formality, when she was exasperated with the boy. "You've have to get something decent into your stomach!! What good is it Mokuba, if you waste away?"

Seto stared blankly at the ground. He was too upset and tired to rant at his servant's insolence. But she was right, and she was only pestering him because she cared about him and Mokuba.

"Leave it on the night stand." He said bitterly.

Mrs. Sombersby set it on the stand.

"Promise me you'll eat this time?"

"I don't make promises." He replied dryly.

The maid huffed, and decided there was no reason to continue arguing with the distraught teen.

"I'll be in the kitchen, if you need me."

Seto nodded.

When he was alone, Seto decided to voice his thoughts to his soulless brother.

"I don't make promises, because I have proven that I can not keep them." He said has he brushed a few stray strands of hair from Mokuba's still face.

"I said I'd always be there for you, but I didn't full fill it. Twice now I have failed you, Mokuba. Please come back to me. I need you, my little one."

When he was given no response, Seto closed his eyes and continued on with his silent grieving.

***

Okies kinda short..*sniffs * Poor Seto!! WAAAAAAHHH!!

Hope ya liked it, R&R pwease!!!