Lightning-Dono: If you read the updates section in profile whenever I update this fanfic you'll find some stuff that I'm planning. Uh...I mean, what I'm might do.

I'm planning to end this fanfic sometime...As long as I can carry out the full story line.

It's kind of funny how things start small and get big. This fanfic was only something I was writing out of sheer boredom while I was sitting at the computer eating Nerds (I love Nerds. Don't you? Never mind.). Now it's grown into something that I want to spend a lot of time working on. From the very beginning I thought it would be something to just fill in the missing spaces of my life where I can just sit down and write something in my spare time. Now it's become what I want to do half the time. I have so much I want to do for it! Okay...I'll stop talking so you can go on a read the chapter in peace. :)

This is a short chapter. Very short.

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Kaiba completely wilted right there before Isis as he ran his fingers along the cracks between bricks, feeling them as though for the last time.

"Don't give up on yourself," Isis said desperately, trying to lift him off his knees.

"It's all my fault!" Kaiba yelled, piercing the air with his hoarse cry, his voice made rough from over ten minutes of lying over the mound of dirt and crying endlessly. Isis had watched him as he wiped his eyes, lifted himself with the energy of an insomniac, staggered towards the wall to try and support himself well enough to stand, and keeled over. Isis just couldn't believe she had stood their overlooking his pain.

"You should get up, Kaiba. The end will not come for a long time. You have nothing to blame yourself with," she told him with a voice of angelic greatness. Kaiba took this even worse than she would've thought. He ripped his arm from hers, defiantly gripping onto the wall, groping for a supportive crack. Isis wanted to thaw his soul of its raw hatred and hurt, but she just couldn't seem to do it. It was like she was constantly one step behind while he took one ahead.

Kaiba breathed deeply, but that was only so he could speak loudly once more. "Had I stationed better guards around the building Mokuba wouldn't have died! He wouldn't have! If I had my way, Gozaburo would've been dead!" He pounded the wall with his fist, ignoring the searing pain it made as his knuckle connected with the defensive building exterior.

"Kaiba..." Isis felt helpless, drained of all ideas that had flooded her mind before. She had planned on taking Kaiba out for a walk to shed their tears and spill their thoughts. But that was not to be. "It's not your fault."

"How could you say that?!" Kaiba asked incredulously, his knuckles bleeding. He wiped away the thick streaming liquid on the bricks itself, leaving a crimson streak. "If I had heightened security, none of this would have happened!"

"I know, Kaiba! But you can't go on blaming yourself like this over something that you had no control over! Don't you understand? You were NOT there! If you were standing just a few feet away and watched Mokuba get killed, then there would be something to try and damage your soul over, but this is ridiculous! You were countries away!" Isis gasped for breath, having screamed all this. Her vocal cords felt scratchy, like someone was using a vegetable grater on it. But her reason was crystal clear and precise. If this didn't bring Kaiba's common sense back, nothing would.

Apparently, it didn't. Kaiba punched his hand bloody, not caring about the marks he made on the wall. Then, it struck Isis that Mokuba would never want to see his only brother doing this himself.

"Kaiba."

"What do you want from me?" He cried, wiping away the blood like he was some kind of nutty robber trying to punch his way into a building.

"Mokuba wouldn't want this."

The loud knocking stopped and Kaiba felt the receded pain return to his fist. "He's dead. He can't want or not want anything anymore." He gave the wall one final hit. "And it's all because of me!"

Isis continued as though Kaiba had never even opened his mouth. "Mokuba lives in you. He lives in the hearts and minds of people that dearly love him. If you forget him, he will no longer live within you. Think, Kaiba. If Mokuba were alive, would he want you destroying yourself over something you couldn't stop?"

The pale man hesitated before pounding upon the wall again. Finally, he whispered, "...No."

"See? There are many things you cannot see, but if you search deep inside, you may be able to feel. Never forget your past, but continue to move on without letting go of those dear. That way, no matter what, those you once loved will never leave you."

Kaiba accepted this truth and buried his hand inside a pocket where it could bleed freely until he could find a way to blot it properly. Isis took his free hand and without struggling, he ascended the steps with Isis and entered the hospital. He could never lose face when around her for she was much too bright. No matter how competent he was, Kaiba knew he would always lose against the woman that stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him right now.

Before going in, Kaiba turned to glance at the wall where his blood had dried in the sunlight. He had left his mark at this very place, the undecorated hospital that provided a temporary home for the badly injured and sick. Whenever he returned to this place, all he had to do was look for a cherry-red mark on the wall and return to the day where he had heard of his brother's death.

"Remember the daisy, Mokuba. Maybe while you're in heaven you can look down upon it and remember." Kaiba smiled weakly. "I'll never forget about you."

The air was silent when they entered the cool, tiled lobby with sunlight gently streaming through the clear, high maintenance windows. Discharged patients and workers alike avoided them as they walked slowly up the partially wrecked stairs.

"I think we should go home now..." Isis said, shaken.

"But where will you be?"

Isis was silent. "I'm coming with you."