Disclaimer: Actually, I'm reviewing this story and fixing all of the Otaku Japanese and Canon errors. Now, there's only Japanese where it's absolutely necessary. I also fixed a few grammatical errors. So, remember I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh: Duel Monsters. Anyways, enjoy the better written fic!


"Before this tournament is over, you must come to terms with your past."

-Isis Ishtar, Yu-Gi-Oh: Duel Monsters


Hiroshi Gami stood staring at the door that lead to the emergency room in the hospital, looking troubled. His black hair that was usually neat was a complete mess, and a frown stretched across his usually smiling face. Nothing is going right this week, he thought to himself. First, the letter from his old friend Pegasus J. Crawford and now, this. Things just kept getting worse and worse.

Pegasus was the son of a rich American businessman who had been friends with Hiroshi's father was several years younger than Hiroshi himself. About a year ago Pegasus had written to him saying that his father had recently come down with an illness. Then, only two weeks prior to heading to the hospital, Pegasus had written once again to inform Hiroshi that his father had died and now he had inherited his father's company at the age of fourteen. Hiroshi had little time to grieve however, as there was the matter of his own wife at hand.

Mariko Gami was the current reason that Hiroshi was at the hospital in the first place. A few hours ago, she had been complaining of lower stomach pains, with wasn't abnormal considering that she was already eight months pregnant with their second child. What had started as a routine trip to the doctor's office had turned into the revelation that Mariko may be in early labour. That had been almost seven hours ago. Hiroshi had been waiting for seven hours outside the emergency room silently with his first child, a five-year-old named Seto. Though most children would have been complaining about the long wait, Seto had remained completely silent for the entire time, as if sensing that something was wrong and that his father hadn't been in any mood to talk. He was currently keeping a firm grip on his father's hand as tightly as he could, his blue eyes filled with surpassed tears. Seto, realising that his father was looking down at him nervously gathered up his courage and spoke for the first time since they had arrived.

"Do you think that Mom's gonna be all right?" he asked.

Hiroshi knew he couldn't lie to his son. Seto was far too intelligent to believe that sort of thing. Besides, Hiroshi didn't like lying much himself so he merely told Seto the only thing he could tell him, the truth.

"I don't know Seto-kun. To tell you the truth I honestly just don't know" Hiroshi sighed.

"You mean you think that she's going to." Seto was unable to finish his sentence.

"I never said I thought she was going to." Hiroshi found himself unable to finish what he was about to say as well. It was just too painful to think about.

"You're right Dad" Seto said, "I just assumed that you meant that something bad was going to happen to Mom. It's probably nothing to worry about."

It wasn't the first time that Hiroshi was amazed by his son. Seto had clearly shown wisdom beyond his years many times before. Already by the age of five he could fluently speak both English and Japanese, which would most likely make him a very successful businessman in the distant future. Hiroshi's wondering thoughts were interrupted with the opening of the emergency door and a young nurse running towards him.

"Um. Are you Mr. Hiroshi Gami?" The nurse asked meekly.

"Yes, what do want to tell me?" Hiroshi asked.

"Your... I mean... That... Is... That..."

"Just try to tell me nice and slowly. It will be all right." Hiroshi said patiently.

"Well the child sir."

"The child is dead? Please say that the child isn't dead."

"No sir... The child is... Well he's doing fine... Your wife though, I guess it was too much for her to handle..."

Seto then began to speak.

"What do you mean Nurse-san?"

"I mean little boy... Well can you tell him what I mean?" She questioned, looking at Hiroshi.

"What the nurse means is that. Your mother is gone, and we'll never." Hiroshi stopped in mid-sentence, wiping tears falling from his eyes.

"NO!" Seto yelled, "She can't be! She just can't be!"

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that she is." The nurse said calmly, as Hiroshi was too overtaken with grief to even say anything.

At that very moment Seto began to run. He ran as fast as he could through the doors that lead to the emergency room. As he ran he began reading off names.

"Gaikar Nuriko, Galmi Yukito, Gami Mariko" he read slowing to a walk as he entered the room with his mother in it.

Mariko Gami had been covered up with a white cloth, as most people that have been recently deceased usually are. With one swift motion, Seto removed the cover and looked down at her. She looks like she's sleeping he thought. I bet I could wake her up! At that thought his blue eyes lit up with excitement. Everything would be all right. At first Seto started to shake her slowly, knowing that his mother had been a light sleeper. When she didn't wake he began to shake her harder and then even harder, yet there was no response.

"Mom, wake up! Please wake up" Seto pleaded vainly, but it was no use. Seto just couldn't wake his mother up.

"Seto I'm so sorry about everything. I'm sorry about your mother most of all" a voice said coming from the doorway. Seto turned around. It was his father, Hiroshi. Seeing his father Seto ran towards him and they embraced. When Seto finally let go, Hiroshi began to speak to his son again.

"You know she would have wanted me to protect you no matter what Seto. I really am going to miss her."

"You won't go away will you dad? Will you still stay and protect me?" Seto asked.

"I don't know Seto how long I'll be around. But I do know one thing: While I'm alive I'll always protect you and your little brother." Hiroshi said with a small smile spreading across his face.

"My little brother?" Seto asked.

"Yes, he's in the room next to this one. Do you want to see him?"

Seto couldn't talk, so he just nodded. He looked at his mother again before he walked out of that room and into the one beside it.

Seto's little brother had a bit of black hair on his head and grey-blue eyes. A nurse softly humming a song while rocking him to sleep was holding him.

"Can I hold him?" Seto asked the nurse.

"Yes, just be very careful." She said gently passing the baby to him.

"Seto, what do you think we should name him?" Hiroshi asked looking at his son.

"You want me to name the baby?" Seto exclaimed.

"Of course, seeing as you have been s brave, it's only right for you to name him."

"Then I name him Mokuba."

"Mokuba?" Asked Hiroshi astounded. "Why name him after a wooden horse?"

"Because whenever I'm sad I always go to play on my wooden horse. After playing on it for a while it makes me feel better. That's why his name should be Mokuba." Seto smiled.

"Very well Seto-kun. Mokuba it is." Hiroshi said smiling at his son.

Seto stood looking at Mokuba. He was his little brother his light in the darkness. Someone who would always be there. Looking at him he smiled again.

"I promise I'll always be here for you Mokuba. Always"


The Beginning


Endnote: Well what did you think? I'd have to say that it wasn't bad for my first fic. Remember, this is only the prologue. I plan to do something big with it in the future. If you want to be in this fic, just read and review. I always take constructive criticism, remember that too.