Epilogue coz you guys seem to be kind of disappointed

And I want to write an epilogue

Sry it took so long. Was really sick and pukeing like every fifteen minutes.

Enjoy

sorry if it is really bad i rush wrote

Spooky and weird let me warn you. You may not understand it at parts due to extensive explaining but chaa whatever

OC's just for my explanation that I made up. Supernatural ahead!

Don't own YGO
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Every day Mokuba was reminded of Katsuya Jounouchi's death. He's brother's illnesses. Every week one of Seto Kaiba's demons would convince him to try to commit suicide.

They would always keep it under raps but it was getting harder and harder to keep the media away.

Seto was turning into a psychopath with several personalities. In fact he was already there.

After the death of Jou he had trouble dealing with company affairs. He would often starve himself, cut his wrists, strangle himself and overdose on pain killers. But always on the look out, Mokuba and Shizuka always came to the rescue. Finally when Mokuba turned 15 Seto cracked and surrendered all control over to Mokuba.

A very wise choice for one week later he tried again to kill himself. This time, with more devastating consequences.

One Month after the end of chapter five

Mokuba walked into the study arms around Shizuka and her beautiful red dress. Both eyes glowing in delight of the good news. Mokuba walked over to his elder brother who was on the floor crouched over a puzzle of a kitten. Seto was muttering profanities at the puzzle because the tail piece would not fit in-between the eyes were the nose should go. Mokuba took of his long trench coat and crouched next to Seto and helped him out with the puzzle. Shizuka sat down on the couch smile turning to a frown at the sight of the crazy Kaiba. Seto was in a state of shock after his attempt with the gun that Katsuya had tried to use. Mokuba gently touched his right arm.

Seto slightly turned his head and made a squeaky noise indicating that he wanted to know what was wrong. "Nothing big brother. Nothing is wrong, just keep on playing with your kitty puzzle. Okay?" Mokuba said as if talking to a toddler.

"un-hum" Seto said back with a sweet and innocent look on his face. Mokuba walked over to the couch and sat down. he put his arm around Shizuka. She pulled up her legs and hugged them as they watched Seto play like he was three or four again.

Flashback

The gun was pointed down and in the throat of Seto Kaiba. Suddenly the doors to the study burst open and Mokuba sprinted to his brother. Before Seto could pull the trigger Mokuba pulled out the gun and pointed it in the air still with Seto's hand on it.

Seto Kaiba suddenly pulled the gun back and pulled the trigger firing the gun but not getting himself but shooting off the right arm of his younger brother, Mokuba. He let out a blood curtailing scream that rang threw the halls of the large mansion. Shizuka ran into the room along with Seto's psychiatrist just in time to watch Mokuba fall to the floor parallel to his arm.

The blood spurted out of the small stump and glided thru the air.

Using his Left arm Mokuba pushed himself up and ran toward the gun that had fallen to the ground. Tears pouring from his eyes because of the pain.

Realizing what was going on Seto quickly dropped to the floor and tried to grab the gun but Mokuba got to it first.

Shizuka ran to Mokuba and grabbed the gun from his hand. She kissed him on the cheek and ran with Seto in hot pursuit.

Running as fast as she could, she dodged Setos every lunge with ease. As fast as she was running Shizuka tried to unload the gun. Her only problem was concentrating on the firearm and running away from Kaiba. Doing both at once was too much. She had to lose him for just one second so she could slow down.

She ran to the back of the mansion and went into Setos precious closet. Every thing that Katsuya had owned or ever touched was in that closet and never would Seto dare to disturb the peace and neither would Shizuka but she had to do something to get the maddened Kaiba off her tail for a minimal of two seconds.

As quickly as she could she unlocked every bullet and threw them to the ground.

Seconds gone by and Seto waited anxiously outside of the mahogany doors to the closet that held his most precious memories. He glanced down to his arms were scares showed all the times that he tried to die. People told him time and time again that it is not what Katsuya would have wanted but he was sure they were wrong. Why else would Katsuya let Seto watch his demise other than to have Seto have the same fate as him? Seto thought his thinking was logical but then again he was on the brink of insanity. In fact he was not sure of anything after Katsuyas death.

In a swirl of motion the chase was on again this time for an unloaded gun. Seto thought that Shizuka thought that he would bring up the courage to go in and find her at some point so instead of waiting for the inevitable she would try and prolong it. But he was wrong.

As usual he thought he was right because before the incident he was always right but now after the incident thing were very different.

Not only was he almost always wrong, but he was almost always not making any sense is his immense rambling about message board meetings for Kaiba Corp. or daily routine in the office, that Mokuba was told every night at dinner when he was 10 or 11. He had finally cracked and every one knew it except Seto Kaiba himself.

Shizuka avoided another lunge as she sprinted up the stares and into Kaiba's old bedroom. Another place where Katsuya had been but this time Kaiba had no regrets about entering the room.

Shizuka headed for the bathroom and jumped into the tub making a round turn and having Kaiba follow her. When he tripped over the side of the tub, hit his head, and knocked himself out she sat on the toilet seat and sighed.

The long chase throughout the mansion was a tiring one. Kaiba of course was used to it due to his old games of tag with his brother. She looked over to the unconscious Seto. He looked as if he were in an awkward position so she decided to make him look more relaxed. Shizuka lifted up the body with ease, only because he starved himself and ate almost nothing for days on end, and placed him back in the tub looking as if he were taking a bath.

She noticed that his forehead a small cut on it. Walking to the medicine cabinet and grabbing some gauze and Neosporin, she cleaned his cut along with adding scar reducing agent to the numerous scars on his arms.

Within seconds, Mokuba, who was still bleeding, and several doctors came into the bathroom.

"Tend to my Brother NOW! And make sure nothing is wrong physically we will question sanity later. You! Downstairs and get my arm. You bandages if I fall ill it is all you fault and look at Shizuka too. If any Kaiba person in this room falls ill it is your entire fault you dolts!" Mokuba was shrieking at the doctors. He turned a cold shoulder to Shizuka too but that was only because he had to keep up his brother reputation for icy-cold CEO.

Shizuka didn't mind.

She understood.

And it was a joy, living with the man that her brother fell in love with. It was even more a wonderful fate that she fell in love with the brother of the man that her brother fell in love with. Even if her brother was a suicide victim, and her brothers lover a suicidal maniac. It was all just way too much for her to be thankful for. She always wondered if she was too grateful for everything.

"Oh Mokuba, Are you sure that you will be okay? Your arm is...." But she could not finish her sentence. Mokuba turned to her and cut her off. His words filled with poison of a different time and space.

"I will be just fine. A mechanical arm will fix all problems with me, but if my brother can keep a cool head after this, then I will worry. But that will not happen, will it?" Mokuba turned his head and glared at all of the men in the room.

They all answered in unison and with fear in there voices. "No Mr. Kaiba."

The days came and went and Seto didn't wake up. He turned pale then got too red. He gained fevers then turned ice cold. He groaned and tossed and turned. He fell out of his bed and he stayed perfectly still. Doctors said he was in a coma and had a concussion.

Some say it was stress.

Others said it was of shock.

Mokuba thought it was from grief.

Shizuka thought it was from sorrow.

But Seto knew it was from his self abusiveness. He knew that he was out cold. And the only person he blamed...was himself. Every thing. Katsuya's death. Him. His brothers arm. Him. Shizukas chase. Him. Every thing that had happened in the past three or four years. Entirely his fault.

One week later he finally woke up. Dazed and confused, he could not talk. He was a toddler again. Inaudible squeaks and groans. He slowly learned words but didn't use them much. He thought he was four or five and so he pretended the likes. Every body would try to convince him otherwise but all he did was scream and cry. Every one tended to his needs, after all no one can win against a child. Something he thought he was.

Soon he occupied himself with puzzles and imaginary friends. Friends who tormented him. Friends who were really his alter egos.

End Flashback

"Life will go on as so Shizuka. I don't like it but it's true. You know that don't you?"

"Yes Mokie. I know exactly what you are saying. And it saddens me to think such things. But what I don't understand is how he thinks he is a little boy. Can you help me on this one?"

"Seto is three or four or five. He believes that he is the age before I was born. Before I was born, every thing was perfect." Mokuba began the story of his life with a tear in his eye. There are more to come

"But then on my birth day my mother was fired from her job and Dad was only making a few bucks a week. We were evicted and lived with a friend. Mom and dad couldn't take it and killed them selves in front of our eyes.

They had no will and no money to tell what to do with us. So we were dropped at an orphanage.

We made only one friend but he was really sick and died the day we came.

In order to have a good image Gozoboro Kaiba visited the orphanage. My brother challenged him to a chess mach, confident that he would win. Gozoboro thought that same thing. Before Seto ended the game he wagered that if he won then we would be Gozoboro's adopted children but if Gozoboro won then we would stay at the orphanage.

My brother took his stunning victory with pride and we were soon in a huge mansion. Mainly this one. On the sixth floor there are six doors. Each of which have six horrible memories waiting inside for Seto and I.

First door. Closet. Nothing really only that we hid in here for a long, long time after what happened to us in any other of the five rooms.

Second door. The conference room. He was schooled, abused, bullied, starved, lacking of sleep, and lacked exercise.

Third room. The office. Somewhat the same as the bed room only Gozoboro was drunk in the bedroom. In the office he was sober.

Fourth door. The Cult room.

Have you ever heard of the G'S? Well they were established by Gozoboro. They worshiped the Devil. Not the big man him self but Demons. They believed that Demons had more power that the Devil and that they should rebut. Well they summoned two Demons to this realm. Only they were not what we thought they were. These two Demons were kind and gentle. The didn't lack manners and they were beautiful. The two were Kirin and Manta.

Kirin Had long beautiful Blond hair with natural Light blonde streaks. Her eyes blood red and beautiful. Her ears were pointed and she had three earrings that pointed out. She was wearing leather jeans that were really tight and a crimson tank top that had a slit half way down the front that was tied with black string. She wore leather boots that had 1-2 inch heals on. She had a tattoo of an inverted cross on her left shoulder and said that it was just because and God didn't mind. I remember asking her if she believed in God. She smiled at me and said 'The only thing that differs us from Angels is that Demons are partial to cold. It dose not harm us, it is only very uncomfortable. And heaven is very cold' She had fangs but she was really nice and she didn't scare me.

She was married to Manta. Manta had Short White hair and Dog-like ears. His eyes were really blue though. Lighter than my brothers. He wore Black jeans and a jacket. No shirt. He was really skinny. You could almost see his ribs but not really. He just wore regular Bam sneakers. His jeans were more on the cargo side but leather and really tight. I asked him if Demons had wings. He showed me his and Kirin showed me hers. Manta's were Black and leathery with a sprinkle of feather on them. I guess I had a weird look on my face because he said 'My wings show that I am Half Demon. My Mother was an Angel and My father A Demon. See. White feathers.'

Then Kirin spoke up. 'My wings are complete leather and completely Demon looking but on the contrary I am one-fourth Vampire. When my clan was young and I only an infant, God made my clan Demons so we could live in peace with the world looking human. Hence the eyes.'

I remember. They were in a cell and they were the only friends I had. I don't know what happened to them.

Anyway, fourth door. The cult room. In the middle was a salt circle. Somewhat similar to the Arichalcos, but it was not. Incense filled the room, but my brother was convinced that it was marijuana. It used to make me really, just, giddy. They used our blood for the transmutation of the demons that they summoned but not all made it. Before brother was but now I am involved in Heaven and Hell's mafia. Brother really did want them behind bars and I'm still working on it.

Fifth door. Bathroom. Cold showers, little toothpaste, first three of the sixth door, and forced overdose.

Sixth final and most tragic door. The bedroom. Seto was raped, molested, abused, shot at and teased. I watched most of it. Well the teasing, abusing, and shooting at least.

The sixth floor was our home after the dungeon was occupied by Kirin and Manta. Even after the weather turned cold and they were week their love never died.

In the end the final deciding order was the pollution of earth. It gave them a special skin decease that killed them slowly over two or three years. Finally I watched them die. The held each other through the bars of the cell that separated them.

I cried as always my brother did not. A beautiful ceremony was preformed for them. But it was not open casket due to the way the way they looked. They were buried next to our parents with our original last names. They were the only ones I talked to other that my brother.

Well soon after my brother tricked my step father with his own lesson. That was the day that Seto was changed forever. He was always colder and acting like my stepfather, it disturbed me. I thought that my brother had been brain washed and it turns out he was. He was taught all theses weird things that he kept trying to teach me. I only half listened and pretended to be the way my brother wanted but I cried out one day in protest that broke my brother.

He broke a little inside as well as outside. He finally cried. He fell upon me and cried. I was pushed down to the ground under his weight. He put his head on my lap and cried. He just broke down. All his felling locked up inside burst out. I had no objections. Obviously he felt a lot better afterwards. From that day on whenever he needed to cry, I was always there.

Finally he started developing a crush, on your brother, while I already had a crush on you. He wrote of it in Microsoft Word for a while. He saved it as diary. I read it and found of his secret. I convinced him of something. I told him to write a note of some sort too meat him up on the roof. If all went well then love would have blossomed but no one knows for sure what happened up there, on the roof. All I know is that when Seto came home he was immensely happy and I could tell in his voice what had happened. You know rest."

Shizuka sat stunned on the couch watching Seto play. She had no idea. But she knew that her life story would have to wait. She just let herself be cuddled by her Love. She cried on his shoulder. She cried for all the pain he had endured.

She loved him enough to do just that. And only that.

But life will go on and pain will live in all hearts that were attached to the incident just a few years ago.

Love is the only emotion that shows the one hurtful fact, with a passion. Join me in death, finally means something that will only make someone smile.

Endings just seem, so bitter.