Lightning-Dono: I'm just going to continue this anyway. I don't feel like writing it over a period of days and putting it up day by day. I'm going to put it up all at once. :D

The chapters are short because long chapters...are...uh...I don't know. xD Just read.

This chapter is a quick run-through of what seems to be happening lately.

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Ten years later, Kaiba was the CEO of his own company after defeating his wretched step-father who didn't seem to understand that it was Kaiba's company now. But even aging couldn't melt the icy barrier that had blocked his heart off from the rest of the world.

Ever since he had inherited (Or 'stolen', as Gozaburo liked to put it.) company, "power" had become his favorite word. Mokuba often wondered why his brother didn't have drool trickling down his chin every time he spoke of his power as Kaiba spoke to richly of it.

And ever since he had sealed himself within that ice, Mokuba had been trying to break it.

"'Niisama, do you want to go to the mall today?" He begged every day, hoping that Kaiba would eventually break and allow this once-in-a-century outing to take place.

Each time, though, the answer was, "No, Mokuba. I'm much too busy for such nonsense." Or, "Tomorrow, Mokuba."

Time must've froze, because they never went. Not even once. They only took occasional visits to Kaiba's Dueling Dome where they spent countless hours improving their technology.

It seemed that there was always some kind of flaw with the machinery to hold Kaiba up. He despised lame excuses, but he made them just as easily. Sometimes when he said, "The plasma screen isn't working," and went back to fix it, Mokuba would find him staring bleary-eyed into space.

When they went back to the company, and where their home was, they would enjoy a refined dinner while being watched by some guards who were eventually dismissed to enjoy their own dinners.

Often, Mokuba would notice that Kaiba hardly ate anything, claiming that gaining weight was dangerous for a duelist as they aren't physically fit for their task.

But the young boy just thought that this was another excuse that was quickly made so he could escape his brother's prying eyes.

At night when Mokuba climbed into his soft bed, he would hear hammering noises. It was then that he discovered his brother was a proven insomniac. Even at midnight the racket would continue, causing Mokuba to lose much sleep. The sound wasn't just annoying; it was haunting. It continuously hammered on, creating kind of an entrancing rhythm that no one could explain.

Finally, after losing his appetite and having problems getting up in the morning, Mokuba decided it was time to find the source of the sound. He knew that Kaiba was making it, but he wasn't positive as to what his brother was doing.

It was eleven o'clock at night and Mokuba longed to drop his eyelids, but he felt it was his mission to discover what was going on. Crawling out of bed, his sock-covered feet pattered softly down the tiled halls.

He came face to face with a steel door at the end of a corridor he had never even known to exist. Putting his ear to the door, Mokuba was sure the sound was being produced from inside the room.

Mokuba placed his hand on the handle and jerked the heavily built door open. Sure, enough Kaiba was there. But what he was making was questionable.

Perched on shelves the lined the walls of the room were tons of models of Duel Monsters. Each one had a small button that blended into the monster on it's front. A Blue-Eyes White Dragon lay on the ground, it's head smashed off. Mokuba's eyes roamed around the room until he came to his brother's shocked face.

"Mokuba, what are you doing here?" Kaiba interrogated, regaining his confident self and shoving Mokuba out of the room.

"N-Nothing, 'Niisama," Mokuba whispered, feeling guilt wash over him. He had been caught mingling in someone else's business. But another part of him felt that what his brother was doing, he should be involved in.

Kaiba's voice was rough and breathless. His hammer was clutched tightly in his right hand. "Forget what you saw tonight."

The door closed.