Lightning-Dono: I can't believe I made that happen. I can't believe it. It was so hard for me to, though. But like my profile says, some things have to be done. Now, won't someone else review this? xD; No, I do not constantly lust for reviews. I just want critique on my work.

This is like a soap opera, except violent and weird. oO;

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can't think – Oh, that's okay! I haven't been updating much, either. Schoolwork and crap like that gets in the way. AND I lost my math textbook! x.x I'm just glad you're back. :) I know, poor Mokie...No returns from the dead, unfortunately.

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Kaiba apparently hadn't recovered from the ordeal on the phone. It was six in the morning and he was pacing back and forth like mad infront of Isis, who was still slowly recovering from the throbbing in her side. Forcing herself to switch into a mindset where she could think without being interrupted by the pain, she watched Kaiba walk by her bed for what seemed like the millionth time. Isis hated to think about what he was thinking about; she knew all too well that he was the keeper of dark thoughts caused by his tragic childhood. Wounds that could never heal, and when they did, they left scars that forever crippled the person's mentality.

"What could've happened?" Isis thought aloud, trying to comfort Kaiba, even though she wasn't exactly doing the best job of doing so. Kaiba had been thinking for over an hour, trying to assure himself that everything was all right. If only it was the truth.

"I know what happened!" Kaiba shouted furiously, causing patients to turn their heads as Kaiba threw his head forward and wiped his eyes wearily before standing up, revealing red-rimmed, sapphire orbs that were dimmed with despair.

"Kaiba, don't do this," his girlfriend spoke almost too calmly for him to take. She was severely shaken by his behavior and his current appearance. Isis had never before seen Kaiba so upset.

"Someone kidnapped him, Isis! What else could've happened? Someone stomping out the phone; everything. It all fits together! And Mokuba crying for me to save him!" Pounding his fists on the wall, Kaiba collapsed against it, worry and fatigue taking over his strong body. Lifting herself up quickly in alarm, she felt like her side was ripping apart again as she hobbled over to Kaiba clutching his arms and willing for him to stand again.

"You have to get up, Kaiba. Whatever happened, all is not lost."

Kaiba shuddered with a suppressed sob. "Yes, it is." His voice cracked as he dangerously swayed on his unbalanced feet while he regained the ability to stand.

Isis looked carefully into his shining eyes, making sure they had contact. "What about us?" She whispered as Kaiba' head dipped forward, eyes focused on the ground, only partially aware of what was happening. These words seemed to jerk him back into life. He blinked the salty substance from his eyes, causing them to flow freely down his cheeks.

"Is there anything wrong, Kaiba-san?" Questioned a perky voice that could've pierced any solid substance it was so sharp. Isis turned to see the English woman peering over her shoulder at the man who was weakly crying, trying to halt it.

The reply came. "This is none of your business so leave us alone!"

"Well, sor-ry if I disrupted your make-out session," the woman snickered, teetering from foot to foot on heels that looked double her shoe size. The straps were thin, carrying most of her ankle which seemed uncomfortably packed together due to the tightness. "You must be really bad at it if he started crying. If he had me, he wouldn't be shedding tears."

Isis's anger rose above sea level. "The problem is that he doesn't want you, do you could back off." She was mildly aware of the attention of patients, but at the moment she was consumed by this lady. Isis noticed every single out-of-place hair. Every single freckle that seemed to be put there by the God of Death himself. She even noticed the fact that this nurse's eyes were abnormally large, her nose peaked and high, and her lips a tad bit too thin. There was no warmth in those amethyst eyes that were deadened as she stood there, zombie-like, trying to figure out a reply. Eventually, she came up with one.

"He looks better with me, though. Don't you think? His pale complexion seriously matches mine. You know what I'm saying?" Her voice was filled with an extraordinarily fake attitude, the ones that preppy girls put on to try and fit in to their own crowd. Isis felt like opening her mouth and laughing straight into the nurse's face, providing that the nurse was to lose her confidence. But she didn't even bother inspecting Kaiba's face, nor did she place Kaiba next to her to see if they really did look good together. Isis knew deep in her heart that no matter how good the two looked together, one only lusted for his love and Kaiba would wish the opposite. "I really look great by him. He has just the right physical features to fit my liking. And I bet he likes the way I look too, all pretty and such. Kaiba, hon, why don't you look at me and see if it'll work?"

It's just make-up, Isis thought, about ready to lurch forward and bite. But that wouldn't be a human thing to do. She was especially pleased when Kaiba didn't even bother to lift his chin.

"I look perfect, no?"

"You won't look so perfect after this!" Isis lunged forward, smacking the nurse right across the face, leaving a searing red mark where her hand had connected with the skin. The look of shock would stay imprinted within Isis's mind forever. The loud snap aroused so much attention and panic that Isis had to tell them it was all fine and nothing out of the ordinary had happened. But they had all seen what had occurred. Kaiba watched in horror as the nurse staggered backwards, stunned from the sudden attack from a patient that wasn't supposed to be out of bed until the next day.

"You didn't do that!" Kaiba said huskily, eyes widening with each step the nurse took to falling down the next staircase.

"I did. And let her have it! I hate that woman."

The phone rang happily, a cheerful tune playing that sounded much like a music box that little girls often had in their rooms.

"I'll get that." Isis reached forward and grabbed the phone from it's place, putting it to her ear. "Szachi Hospital, patient speaking," she said briskly.

"Could we talk to Kaiba Seto? This is Kaiba Corporation's security staff contacting from the secondary building." The man's voice shook like he was about to tell a story that no one wanted to hear; something that was unimaginably scary.

"Of course." She nudged the man beside her in the ribs and handed him the phone.

"Hello?" There was a pause that sounded like a rattling breath, except metallic. The man at the other end had such a naturally strong voice that even Isis could hear with the Saudi Arabian TV show playing it's tinkling music playing somewhere above her head on a suspended television set.

"Last night, approximately at two AM in Japan at the Kaiba Corp.'s secondary building, a man was caught fleeing an entrance that was behind a shelf that had carried bathing towels for the staff. The man was captured and revealed to be Kaiba Gozaburo." The man drew a breath, dreading the moment where he would have to speak the information. "When the guards inspected the room behind the shelf, they found what appeared to be a torture-killing device."

"...And?" Kaiba sounded so afraid as his voice wavered, his heart sped up. Had anyone amplified it ten times, they could've heard that it was going something comparable to the 100 MPH speed on a car.

"Inside that awful machine was...Mokuba."

Kaiba nearly wailed, but he didn't. He knew strong men didn't start wailing about something like that until they heard the full details.

"He was...dead. His skull was completely smashed by an anvil that had been pulled back up by a pulley system that is triggered by the pull of a lever. We took him into a lab for testing and they show that from the time we found him, he had died two hours before."

Kaiba's heart slowed. His voice couldn't seem to come from his throat, like out of some strange turn of events he had magically lost his voice so he couldn't participate in any mourning or bouts of crying. His chest began to hurt and his breathing seemed limited. Kaiba felt as though he was taking in as many breaths as possible but everything just wasn't enough.

Isis felt like screaming. Her hands flew to her mouth to mute the squeal that she had emitted.

"And all DNA tests point to the fact that Gozaburo had murdered him. Kaiba, I know your brother was your life, whether or not you showed it. Please don't do anything stupid because I kn-,"

Kaiba hung up, holding his hand to his chest and squeezing. "Let me go get some air," he said in pure shock, getting up unsteadily and walking slowly down the stairs. Isis followed like a guide dog – too afraid to say anything, but too sad to even cry. It was outrageous how Gozaburo had acted just for his company by taking away an innocent life only to get to another. Forgetting all pain that had been contained in her side, she tramped after Kaiba onto the cleanly mowed grass infront of a marble sign that proudly proclaimed the hospital name. There was nothing proud about the appearance, though. IT was like any other hospital – beige outside and dark windows that had closed blinds.

There Kaiba knelt, his face reddening; tears welling up in his eyes that were now beginning to get puffy.

"Kaiba-," Isis began, but stopped when she realized was Kaiba was doing. There was utter silence as a sweet-smelling spring breeze brushed by. Isis's loose clothing billowed slightly, then wrapping her legs and constricting movement.

The man removed a flower from the ground, breathing in its scent deeply. "You loved spring," Kaiba said, shaking. Isis knew he was speaking to Mokuba, wherever he was. "Remember when I took you out to the garden outside? You told me that you really liked the daisies because they looked so happy." Kaiba drew a deep, shaky breath. Isis saw that the flower Kaiba had in his hand was a fully-bloomed daisy that spread out it's petals as though praising the heavens and reminiscing upon all the joys of life. Except Kaiba hardly had any joys left in his life. Holding this flower was his only connection to his brother other than useless pictures that contained no life – just the smiles that were in them. "Remember when you took the flower and gave it to me as a birthday present, just to see me smile?" Kaiba have a sad smile to the ground.

Isis fell to the ground, taking in the soft dirt, the smell of fresh grass and flowers. Even Saudi Arabia could be a beautiful place if you looked at it right.

Lifting and putting aside a handful of dirt to create a small crater before him, Kaiba placed the daisy into the ground, burying it with blades of grass and dirt. "I love you, Mokuba."

Isis watched Kaiba fall onto the ground, supported only be his arms, watering the ground with his tears.