The things you try to leave behind, the reasons you left, these are the things that will always remain.

"A man was seen dining today at the 'Jehnatine' with a one Mokuba Seto. Sources have confirmed that this man was no other than Seto Kaiba, true owner and heir to the Kaiba corporation and fortune."

I knew someone would have called in after the scene that happened between Mokuba and I. I may have changed, but people will always remember your face, no matter what mask you wear.

"It seems an argument broke out between the two. Other diners said it was over the company. We were not able to get any word from either Mokuba or Seto."

I remember leaving the building, and also how fast word travels. I remember the crowds, the cameras, the microphones, the questions. Different times, but they've all been the same.

"Is it true you left your brother ownership of the company when you disappeared?

"Mr. Kaiba, is it true you're going to sell the corporation?"

"Mr. Kaiba!"

"Seto Kaiba!!"

"Is it true your brother refuses to give you yours rights to the company?"

"Kaiba!"

"Were the new simulators really your idea?"

"Is Mokuba Kaiba really your brother?"

"Seto Kaiba!"

I look at the television now and see that same moment, through someone else's eyes. I look at my own face and see the lack of emotion. How Mokuba's face has become my own. How can they not see the resemblance?

I put my face into my hands and lean forward.

"What's wrong, Seto?" I hear a voice, and a delicate tug at my sleeve.

I look up some, and begin to sit up, straightening my back a little. His face looks at mine with the slightest smile, happy to see me under all the worry.

"I'm just tired, Mokuba." I put my hand on his head, and the smile comes forth wider. He grabs the arm that keeps my hand on his head.

"You should take a day off of work!" he exclaims, and I lighten my arm for him to move it. "And we can spend the whole day together tomorrow!"

I smile some as he swings my arm about. "Don't you have school tomorrow?" I ask, leaning closer to look closely at his face, which goes from smile to stern.

"Well, you seem really tired, Seto," he begins with a straight, serious face, "so I think I can sacrifice one day of school- just for you."

I raise an eyebrow. "Just for me, hm?" He smiles some now and nods awkwardly. I take my hand back, and grab Mokuba by the waist.

"Seto!" he laughs as I stand up, picking him up over my shoulder. He kicks and squirms until we get to his room, where I toss him on the bed.

"You need your rest for school tomorrow, Mokuba." I say, leaning on his bed post.

He looks at me with pouted lips. "But Seto" he crawls to the edge of the bed, and takes hold of my coat.

I put my hand on his hand and look at his face, where I find my fingers.

"I'll take this weekend off.." I push his hair out of his face. "it'll be just you and me."

His lips smile under my hand, and I watch in awe as he comes up to hug me.

"Love you, Seto."

"Seto Kaiba!"

"Seto?"

"Where have you been the past 10 years?"

I bring my head out of my hands, and turn off the television. Now, if only everything else was so easy.

to be continued.

dont make me hulk out.