Chapter 6

Hi! Thank you to everyone who reviewed! I feel so loved. (sniff) You guys have no idea how much my self esteem goes up each time I read the reviews you send in. Thank you SO much!

Anyway, if you want to read a "know your stars" on Yugioh, read my other story. I'm currently taking requests on who to interview. So, here's chapter 6. WARNING: This chapter talks about Seto's abuse as a child, (I haven't seen any episodes about it, but I have read stories, so this is how I picture a day in the life of an abused young Kaiba) so if you don't like what happened to him…well, none of us like what happened to him…if you don't want to be reminded of why he is the way he is, don't read this chapter, but I'm warning you, you will be very confused in the future. *hint* *hint*

Sailor Z, you're really funny. There will be plenty of romance. Why, when I get to the good parts, there will be so much love you'll suffocate from all the loveness flying around…loveness…did I just make up a new word? Anyway, the action will start soon.

Disclaimer: I don't know why I have to put this up, it's not like someone's going to come up to me and say "Hi. I'm stupid and I'm wondering if you happen to own Yugi-Oh." But just incase there are some idiots out there who have no idea what's going on in the world around them, I don't own Yugioh. So there!

~Seto~

"Seto!" A cold voice barked, sending a shudder down the spines of two little boys. "Get in here, boy!" Seto swallowed and put his arms around his knees. Mokuba sat on the other side of the closet, praying that Gozaburo wouldn't hurt his big brother again. Although Mokuba himself had never been hurt by their adoptive father, Seto had bruises on his arms and legs, and he was tired all the time from the long nights of Gozaburo's "Training"

. Seto put one finger over his lips to tell him to remain quiet, and opened the closet door just enough so he could lean forward and peek out. The hallway was empty. Gozaburo was nowhere in sight, and Seto sighed with relief.

The door suddenly slammed, sending Seto backward with a yelp. He tasted that oh-so familiar coppery taste of blood from where the door had hit him in his mouth. Mokuba gasped but said nothing. The door opened, and light spilled in, but there was a shadow of a dark figure who had haunted his dreams for years.

Gozaburo grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out of the closet, totally missing Mokuba curled up in the dark corner. As he was being jerked along by his arm, Seto looked over his shoulder at his younger brother, who stared at him helplessly.

"Why aren't you studying?" Gozaburo yelled. Seto just looked at him. Was he supposed to tell him that he and Mokuba were hiding from him? That every day living in his house with him made him want to jump out in front of a train? No, that would be a ridiculous thing to do. Best remain silent.

"Answer me! Why aren't you studying?!" He spat the words out with such aggression that Seto could barely find his voice.

"I-I though I had finished…" he chocked out. His arm was really starting to hurt from Gozaburo's grip.

"Finished? Pah!" He let go of his arm, and Seto wondered to himself if there would be a bruise there by tomorrow. Gozaburo raised his hand up to strike him. "You're nowhere near finished…"

Seto sat up abruptly in bed, his hands shaking violently. Mokuba looked up from the book he was reading, startled. Seto was gasping for breath, his eyes wide and his face frozen in terror.

"Seto!" Mokuba ran over to him and shook him. "Seto! What's wrong? Do you want me to call the nurse?"

"N-no, Mokuba…I…I saw him again…." Seto shivered. "It was so real Why can't I get rid of these nightmares? It's like…he's"

"What?" Mokuba asked quietly. Seto took a deep breath.

"It's like he's coming back in my dreams to haunt me. Like he's…found a way to come back…"

"Don't say that, Seto!" Mokuba cried. "They're just dreams, they don't mean anything. Gozaburo's dead…he's never coming back. Never…"

"Yeah…I made sure of that when I pushed that bastard out the window…" He said under his breath, trying to shake away his fears with this thought, but it didn't help very much. "Oh, Mokuba…" He said, swallowing. "What would he say if he were to see me today? What would he…do?"

"Don't think of that right now, Seto. You need to relax and not think of him." Mokuba pulled a chair up to his bed. "And if he were here…" Mokuba thought to himself. "I'd shoot him…"

Okay, that was a little un-Mokuba-ish, but this is my fic, and how would you feel if you brother was still being tortured by a reoccurring nightmare of his abused past? Uh-hu, that's what I thought.

I also noticed that I made Seto a little sensitive in this chapter, but you can understand that, right? I mean, wouldn't you be? I know I would.

Anyway, please review. I won't be able to update until Saturday, because I'm grounded from the internet Monday through Friday. I'll try to get chapter 8 up tomorrow, but I might not be able to, seeing that tomorrow's my birthday. (April 18th) I'll be fifteen, by the way.

Don't worry, I'll be working diligently on my story, so when I DO update, I'll update big time. See ya!