Author notes: Right this comes from my friend asking me what would happen if Kaiba did slit his wrists, so I took Kira and made it into this...hope you like it. Oh yeah, Flame me if you want I'm not bothered I'm trying to make up a good story!

Disclaimer: I own only Kira, the twins Mynce and Rayne and the girl Lucy. Other than that the show Yu-gi-oh belongs to its producers etc.

Chapter 2: Dreams

"Seto Kaiba, a rich CEO of his own company. I have everything I want yet I still feel like I'm dead." The rain poured down his lean form, soaking him to the bone but he really didn't care, "Why do I feel so different around the new girl...why hasn't Isis called recently?" he hung his head gently against his chest and stopped under the shelter of a shops canopy. "Bloody rain..." he whispered.

"Hey you three behave." He heard the pleading voice before he could even picture the face. Somehow he really didn't want to see her, to be reminded that he had not taken her up on her offer. "Lucy, stop hitting Mynce and Rayne stop trying to run off." Kira herded three boisterous young children of around five. Seto hated children like these three, they were very high spirited. Kira seemed to be getting them under control though the oldest of the three seemed hyper. He marvelled at Kira through his little haze of rain. She was tall, slender but with some muscles. Her hair was long and flowing but this evening she wore it up in a bun, several small braids fell down her back to give her some texture. One half of her face was covered by soft black curls that refused to be tamed. Her eyes were the colour of the sea on a clear day, but they were unearthly with their silver highlights. She wore a red dress now instead of the skater boy outfit she had worn earlier. It hugged her until it reached her thighs were it flared out and ended just above the knees. She looked beautiful...but unreachable. He had thought the same when she had arrived at the school, just before they did their final exams. She had been told to sit next to him...and she had tried to talk to him that day but he had been in a bad mood.

He regretted that day so much now; he hated himself for not even saying hello until a week later. She had been so shy at first; he had been the first person she had tried to talk to. He had wanted to walk up to her the next day and tell her to find another table to sit on but he had seen her being bullied. She had stood there...her hair down and flowing lightly in the breeze. She hadn't moved when they went to hit her...she couldn't feasibly find a place to move to...they had corned her. She couldn't even fight back. He had taken her away from them that day though he never actually spoke to her. He had just walked past the other boys and took her arm, moved her away from them and to the steps where Joey and the others had been. Yugi had been full of concern for Kira but he hadn't even moved to help her. Some friend!

"Hello Kaiba." Seto snapped out of his dream suddenly and stared her in the eye...only for a second, "How's your day been?"

"Stressful..." he hated trying to be conversational, he didn't even want to be witty, and "I don't think I'll be doing that again for a long time."

"Didn't enjoy going to the mall, did you?" she was smiling wholeheartedly at him. Seto shook his head, "Well, just wondering. Do you still not want to go for a coffee?" He looked up at her again and could see the sincerity in her eyes; gently he tilted his head to stare at her.

"Why not." he sighed, "But of course your busy at the moment." He pointed at the three young children at her heels, "Maybe another time."

"I'll hold you to that." She waved her hand as she walked off towards the evening mall and presumably something for all four of them to do.

Seto stared after her with his own blue eyes, he knew they weren't as bright or cheerful as hers, in fact they were cold and hard, but he wished he could be as optimistic as her. Life had offered him nothing but cruelty and injustice so far...he didn't really want to care about it at the moment. He kicked himself for not going with her; maybe if he sat with those girls he would feel better. Maybe he would feel like a normal person and not some cold marble statue. Sadly he carried on his walk to the large house that he called home. The rain was still relentless as ever, Kira had been wise enough to have an umbrella with her.

The large iron gates reminded him of a prison cell why he had them erected he could never remember. It was probably all the people who insisted on coming to make personal requests. Not like he would have answered them anyway. The house behind it was probably the biggest mistake of his life...not that he made many. It was Victorian with a large garden he often took to walking in. Frowning he pulled the wrought iron shut behind him. How alone he felt at the moment. Seto rifled through his coat pocket for the keys and cursed himself for ever having gone out today. He found them in one of the many on his right hand side.

Opening the door he stepped in and stared around the hall. No familiar music played in the distance so Mokuba wasn't in. Still Seto decided to search the house, maybe he would find his brother in the living room. Silence greeted him at every turn and every room, slowly he found himself wanting to talk to someone...anyone. Kaiba was becoming increasingly aware of his nagging conscience. It only happened when the house was quite like this. Not that it mattered much it just meant that he would be driven to remembering his past. That was the only thing he hated about being like this, thinking about his childhood and his parents or what he could remember of them.

Sighing he sunk into the couch in the front room. It was his favourite chair in this room, soft red chintz with a worn gold lining. A heady fragrance of lavender floated from the fire place to him making him relax and sink deeper into the chair. He felt his eyes grow heavy and the troubles of the day slowly disappearing into nothing...

"Seto..." the voice was soft and feminine, "Seto Kaiba you can wake up now." He looked up into a young girls face, she was about five. Her hair was wavy and a natural red, her eyes were a grey green in colour and her skin was pale but unblemished. She wore a simple purple dress fastened around her neck with a small gold pin of a peculiar design. The girl turned her head at the sound of a door opening. It was at this point that Seto realised he was lying on a green, lush hill with some small farm houses around him. All were modelled in the ancient style of Japan. "He's awake now Kirie." His swung his head around in search of this mysterious Kirie. She was coming out from the house ahead of him, holding his long, white coat. She looked very pretty, her long black hair pulled up into a loose bun with the rest falling in a neat cascade down her back. It was all held in place by intricate gold chains and a tiara piece. All of it modelled on the ancient Japan that had been forgotten. Even her clothes were like that, she was wearing what could only be described as a white kimono with embroidery in gold and silver. She seemed a little edgy as she held onto his coat she even hid her eyes from him with her hair. He tried to stand and the little girl pushed him back down with amazing ease. "You're still weak, stay down I'll try and get her to come over." The girl stood and ran to the other grabbing her hand and pulling her towards him. He could hear her begging the child not to get her involved and even seemed fearful of him in her stuttering. He grew annoyed at this woman's anxiety and was planning what to say to make her fear turn into terror. All of his thoughts soon turned to dust as Kirie knelt down beside him. Her kimono spilled around her and her hair fell about her like a waterfall, everything about her was perfect. He stared at her for a second before the young child spoke with her high-pitched voice. "Mr Seto Kaiba, meet the lady Kirie Funaho, our ceremony master's daughter." Kirie bowed low to him and then offered him his coat. Seto stared at her and felt her long nails brush against his hands as she placed the coat into them.

"I hope it's to your liking." Seto looked down and then saw that several holes had been patched up at the collar and lower back. It had been carefully catered for and the sewer had even made the holes seem like a part of the design, "I know how hard good clothes can be to find...especially if you don't make your own." Her voice sounded so familiar like someone from where he lived; only it was softer. He still could not see her eyes and so couldn't identify her.

"Your very luck, Lady Kirie shouldn't have been doing the sowing for anyone but her husband." Seto frowned and immediately tried to stand. It was Kirie that stopped him this time.

"Rest a while longer...you had some very bad injuries back there. Lucy fetch Kaiba some water." This time he knew he recognised the woman's voice. The young girl was gone now and so he found it easy to slide his hand under her hair and start to move it from her eyes. She turned to stare at him and for the first time he saw her eyes, blue and silver...just like Kira's.

"Kira..." he whispered surprised at the harshness of his own voice. The woman stared a little harder at him and narrowed her eyes, "Kira what are you playing at?"

"You tell me Kaiba..."

Seto blinked and she was gone, along with the peaceful scene that had been there moments ago. He was holding Kira in his arms and he felt himself sigh and fall into contentedness. She was with him and not acting like a stranger. "I don't really know you do I Kaiba." She whispered turning to stare up at him with those same eyes. They were full of tears, they streamed down her cheeks unchecked as if she didn't care that he was watching. Then just as suddenly as she was there she was standing a little way ahead of him, with Mokuba! Kira was wearing a long black evening dress with her black hair in odangos. Mokuba was wearing his normal clothes but evening wear shoes. She reached down to his little brother and he willingly took her hand. Both turned away from him and started to walk away.

"I can't understand him anymore..."Mokuba was crying as well, "He doesn't care about us." A steely determination came into his voice then, "Then we'll run away. He doesn't want us anymore Kira...lets go away." Kira said nothing and just quickened the pace. Seto started to jog to catch up with them but as he could just see them over the horizon both of them sped up into a full sprint. When he next saw them Kira was nestled in Marik's arms and Mokuba was standing with Joey and the others laughing at him.

"You never cared." A soft voice echoed around him as the scene faded to a car crash. A fire raged inside and the man was trying to get out. Seto ran to the door and tried to pull it open; knowing the man inside was his father.

"Father..."he yelled pulling on the door till his hands burnt from the heated metal, "Father...don't leave me as well." He stumbled back and collapsed on the floor in tears.

"Please don't cry Seto," he heard a soft much older woman's voice, "I'll always be here...even if you think I'm not." Then a childish voice much like Mokuba's whispered...

"She's mine now Seto, leave her alone."

Seto woke up crying. Tears streamed down his cheeks and no matter how hard he tried he could not stop them. Desperately he wiped at his eyes and gulped down what little air he could. The tears soon stopped but his breathing would not settle no matter how hard he tried. He stood and kicked the small side table in front of him, spilling the contents everywhere. Finally one of the maids had got back from her off time. The coffee she had made him had now seeped into the carpet probably making a stain. At the sound of broken china, Mira, the housewife, stepped in and stared at the mess. "Sir, are you all right?"

"I'm fine!" he snapped rubbing his hand over his eyes one more time, "Go home...I won't be needing you today." He walked off before she could say anything or annoy him with futile protests. He wanted to be alone right now and nothing anyone could do would change that.

Mokuba walked up to the door while waving good bye to Yugi and the others. He had been with them since Kira had left. He now had to hope that his brother wasn't in or didn't want to ask Mokuba about his day. He still couldn't really understand why Seto hated Yugi, or the others for that matter. Yugi was fun to talk to and caring, Tea was friendly and funny, Joey was just hilarious and the others were always there to make chaos out of any situation. There was nothing really not to like, other than the fact Yugi kept on beating his brother at duel monsters. Not like that mattered anymore his brother didn't really participate in any of the tournaments.

It was really quite when he crept in, no normal sounds of Seto talking to their butler, or even of any of the maids doing their house hold chores. All he could hear was a strange rasping noise coming from the kitchen. Slowly Mokuba walked forward...never had he been so worried about his brother. Could it be that they had been attacked by a hit man. Seto had very few friends and many enemies, maybe one of them had wanted his brother dead. As Mokuba reached for the handle he heard the sound of a knife being dropped carelessly on the floor, adrenaline rushed through him as the sound like shattering glass filled his ears. He turned on his heels and scampered back towards the phone a little way off from the door. As he picked up the receiver Mokuba realised that no one was moving behind the door, not in the way that a murderer would anyway.

He didn't move for what seemed like an eternity. He heard a strange half strangled moan come from the kitchen and the light flickered on. Panicking that his brother could be dieing he threw the receiver against the wall and sped though the kitchen door. His brother turned to him and gave him a warm smile. "Whoa Mokuba, what's wrong with you...you look like you've seen a ghost." But even with the relief of seeing his brother alive there was a nagging doubt inside Mokuba's head.

"Big brother why were there no lights on when I came in?" he watched his Seto sedately sit down at the heavy oak table. He had noticed a change in the older man. His face was paler than usual; his eyes red and puffy as if he had been crying even his demeanour had changed. He wasn't even angry that Mokuba had been out with Yugi. "Seto...what's wrong?"

"I'm...fine Mokuba. Nothing is wrong. Now where have you been this evening?"

"Out with friends..." Mokuba approached the subject cautiously as he knew his brother seriously disliked Yugi.

"Oh...that's nice for you them." Right that cinched it something was very wrong. Mokuba opened the fridge door trying to keep something normal going on, "Anyway, how was school?"

"It was fine nothing bad happened if that's what you mean." He turned with a can of soda in his hand and a brain buzzing with plenty of ideas about what had just gone on. As he walked around the other side of the table his trainers kicked something out from underneath him. As he sat down he smiled at his brother and pretended to drop something beneath the table. "Just let me get that." He gave a large smile and ducked down beneath the cloth. He could see his brother's patent boots glimmer in the faint darkness of the table but what really shocked him was the knife next to them. Has my big brother been hurting himself? He reached out and touched the surface of the sharp object. His stomach churned and he had to keep himself from renching. Blood lined the blade with a sickening thickness, it explained a lot. Now the plan was to confront Seto about it.

"Are you lost under there Mokuba?"

"No it just to me a while to find it I'm coming up now." Mokuba grasped the handle of the butcher knife and took a deep breath. It was now or never. "I would have preferred never."

"What was that Mokuba?"

"Can you explain this Seto?" innocently he held up the bloody kitchen utensil, "It was under there." His brother looked away and when he turned back seemed a little angry.

"Mokuba go to your room!"

"But..."

"Go!"

Seto stood up as fast as he could, sending the chair flying. He couldn't believe he had been so careless in throwing the knife away, now Mokuba had found it. He was cursing himself all the way to next week for letting that happen. Even though it seemed he was angry at Mokuba he was really mad at himself. How could he have been so stupid? "Go..." his brother scampered away at those very words, though it meant having to envelope himself in loneliness. How he wished he wasn't so cold hearted, he even wished that he had befriended Yugi, and then he could have helped him. Now he was alone, left to think about his dreams and what he had done to himself. The blade had felt so good on his skin, releasing all the pressure of the days that had gone on before. He had relished all the pain that had flooded his system but now he felt empty and deserted. Now he had even sent his only hope, Mokuba away. In desperation he sat down and cried into his hands.

Mokuba pulled out the last of his sheets and slung them out of the window. Now he thanked Pegasus for capturing him because he wouldn't know how to do this. Now all he had to do was climb out of the window and reach the floor. No easy feat considering that the kitchen window was below his room. The last thing he wanted right now was to have his brother find him, especially when he was trying to find someone to help. Carefully he swung himself over the ledge and prayed that the makeshift rope would take his weight. He was just in front of the window when he saw Seto. Never had he ever seen his big brother cry, not even when they had lost their mum. Now he could see his brother shaking his head and the tears rolling down his cheeks. With that image in mind Mokuba swung himself to the floor and made a run for Joey's house.

Author's notes...Right finally another chapter finished. For all of you hoping that there would be blood, guts and gore I'm sorry there wasn't. I wanted to but then I watched a really gross movie and felt sick so I couldn't. Anyway Mokuba is on the run and Seto is in tears. All I need now is the third chapter... RR please.