Sunrise: ::waves:: Hey there all ye' reviewers! ^_^

Sunset: ::sighs:: She's written something…God help us. -_-'

Sunrise: ::snorts:: Well, Sunset, I'm glad you look forward to my writing so much… ::mumbles something that sounds like "bitch" under her breath:: T_T

Sunset: O.O I'm the Yami…I'm the only one who should cuss…

Sunrise: AGHHHH! I'M SO SICK OF PEOPLE THINKING THAT! I'LL CUSS ALL I WANT! ::rips out her hair:: AGGHHH! _

Sunset: meep… Um…Sunrise doesn't own YuGiOh, so don't ask…. ::is narrowly missed by a large rock thrown by Sunrise:: ACK! I GOTTA GO! ::runs away:: PSYCHO HIKARI!!!!

Memories, flashbacks, etc.

Thinking

"Talking"

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~Memory Sequence~

It was a cold rainy day. One of those days in mid April, where it just rained and rained, nonstop, like tears from the very heavens. The sky was a deep blueish gray, a sad color and the clouds just poured out their contents like buckets spilled on the floor. It seemed that they were crying truly hard that day, and most people were inside with their families. But…

Unknown to the rest of the world though, sat a boy. He sat on the steps to an old, broken-down orphanage, quietly watching the rain fall. He was soaked to the skin, his chestnut hair was matted to his pale, drawn face. And his sapphire eyes were turned upward, to the sky, as if he were searching for something.

His clothes, wet as they were, didn't cling that much. Mostly they drooped, kind of like the bags under the boy's eyes. Their blue coloring had long since worn away, leaving a garment that looked like it had been loved too much. And the jeans that hung at his hips were tied on with a piece of dirty, white string. They were three sizes too big, and he was skinny anyway. In fact, he barely ate at all, mostly he gave his food to his little brother.

He didn't sleep well either. He would toss and turn in his sleep. And constantly, he'd wake up in the wee hours of the morning, his sheets would be twisted into intricate knots, and they were soaked with sweat. All from nightmares that he couldn't remember. And he'd lie awake for hours waiting for morning to come and take away the fears of the long dark nights. But he kept going ,he had to keep going, until someone took his brother to a home.

A real home, with a porch to sit on. And a big fireplace to sit by and drink hot chocolate when you were cold. And two nice parents, a mom and a dad. She would have curly strawberry hair and hazel eyes. She would be delicate and she would always have warm cookies waiting for his brother after school. And a dad too. He would be tall, with strong, broad shoulders. And he'd have jet black hair and a warm smile. He would be strong, and every once in a while he'd lift them onto his shoulders and carry them around. They'd go to school, and have friends and his brother would be happy…

He sighed he was always thinking about his brother. The little boy was so innocent. He too, lived in the orphanage, after their family left them there.

He cringed at the thought of when he and his brother had been dumped there. It was raining just like this, he thought to himself. But he refused to dwell on the thought very long. Because it wouldn't change anything anyway. Besides, he had to protect the only real family he had left, his brother. He promised he'd always protect him, even if it meant giving him all of his food and clothing, even if it meant his brother went and he stayed …The boy looked down at the ground.

He loved the rain… because he could cry. He could be sad, and weep for himself, and his loss and nobody would ever know. He could remember the happy times with his family; things that his little brother couldn't recall. He could remember the day that mom and dad said they'd come home and they never did. He could remember. And he hated it. So he cried, for everything he'd never have and never got. But he couldn't cry any other time, he had to be strong…for his brother. He made himself stop. He shouldn't cry at all. He needed to be strong, so that his brother didn't have to be.

Silently, he wiped away the tears, knowing that no one would ever find out the truth. No one could ever find out how much he hated his life. No one will ever know, because I have to be there for him, when he needs me I can't come crying to him with my problems. So instead, he turned his face upward once more, and he spoke-

"Whoever is up there." He said to the sky "I just want everything to be all right. I just want a good life for my little brother…I just want someone to love him, to give him a home. Please help him. Whoever may hear me…please."

With that, the boy stood. And he looked at the large black doors that led to the orphanage. He sighed, he hated the orphanage. So, he turned, just as he entered the building, and said one last thing.

"And maybe…send someone to love me too."

Before the door slammed shut behind him.

~End Memory Sequence~

Seto Kaiba pressed his pale face to the window. His sapphire eyes peered out into the night, It was well past midnight and it was raining outside, just like that day so many years ago. He'd woken up about three hours ago, and still sleep hadn't come to him. So instead he stayed awake and thought about the past.

He shook his head, tossing cinnamon hair, and sat back down on his bed. And he lightly pressed his delicate fingers to his face. He felt like crying, but he couldn't. It wasn't that he didn't want to, he just couldn't cry anymore. He hadn't cried since that day in the rain. And as it seemed, he'd just lost the ability to.

He didn't mind though. Emotion was useless to him, emotion was weakness. He felt so lonely. And he couldn't think either. Instead he looked at himself in a mirror and he grinned. Not a happy grin though, a sick, twisted grin.

I was a smile that showed all the wicked sides of humanity. And quietly, he wondered if he would be this way. Could he cry…If someone loved me too.

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Sunrise: ::dusts off hands:: Well, there ya' go people! ^_^

Sunset: Ya' know…that was kinda' angsty… -_-

Sunrise: Yup! ^_^

Sunset: ::falls over anime style:: @_@

Sunrise: Well, next chappie the Yaoi begins, I think I'll do it from Yami's side…

Sunset: Whatever. -_-

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UKE SETO FOREVER!