Well...thank you for your support, I really appreciate it. I really could have written more to this fic, but I just...decided to stop. For some reason, it was hard to keep this one going. I don't know why. Never had trouble like that with A Soul's Last Mission...

Anyhow, here is the kind of sappy conclusion to Walk With Me. Hope you enjoy it. I know the characters are really OCCed.

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Walk With Me

Chapter VI

Light

The best things in life aren't things. At the end a long day, the best reward for your struggles is to be able to have someone to spend time with.

It was a breezy summer day. The birds were chirping, and the people were going about work as usual, excitedly anticipating their plans for the summer ahead.

Inside the Kaiba mansion, it was peaceful and quiet. The maids had left a snack on the table and cleaned the house before leaving. Their boss had given them the rest of the summer off. The butlers, too, were absent, having been released to return full time to their families for the vacation ahead.

It was a tranquil scene, the sweet scent of cookies wafting out of the kitchen, the songs of summer drifting through the window, mixing with the soft ticking of the clock, counting down the time.

Such scenes were just made – and written – to be disturbed.

You, dear reader, will not be disappointed.

For just then, the door burst open.

"I WIN!!!" the scream echoed through the halls. It was accompanied by laughter and accusations from the others boys.

"Aww, you're all sore losers. You know I won fair and square!" Seto smirked, taking a break from maintaining his usually calm and mature attitude.

"Yeah, right! You shoved!" Bakura snapped, though humor danced in his eyes.

"Yeah, big brother! You cheated!" Mokuba chirped in, mock glaring at his sibling.

"Boys, boys boy boys," Yugi said dramatically. "Let us try to act our age, shall we?"

"So says the short kid who came in dead last." Malik grinned.

"Do I smell cookies?" Yami piped up, heading towards the kitchen.

"Cookies? Wait for me!" Joey yelped, dashing after his younger brother.

"Hey, hey! I was here first!" Yami protested, as he and Joey scampered into the kitchen.

"I want some! They're mine!" Mokuba called, bouncing after the two.

"Save some for me!" Marik called, throwing his backpack onto the floor next to the door, and hurrying off to claim his share of the snack. Malik and Bakura darted after him.

Ryou shook his head with a smile. "C'mon, before they clean the plate," he laughed. With that, he and Yugi left Seto alone in the doorway.

The CEO smiled, listening to the sounds that floated to his ears from the kitchen, where his house-mates were devouring the snacks. Apparently, Joey and snatched the plate for himself. Big mistake, because now all the others were on him like a pack of wolves. He could hear Yami's laughter, slightly slurred by the food in his mouth. He recognized Bakura's mock growls, and Marik's real ones. He heard a clatter and a shout, and concluded that Malik must have tackled the blonde and forced him to drop the plate. He could picture Yugi and Ryou staying out of the play fighting, laughing as they watch the others' antics.

Over the past two and a half years, the group had become as close as family. The former foster children had gradually accepted the others into their group. Now they were all living happily under one big roof. The government now recognized them as one family, including Seto and his little brother. Yugi was staying with them for the time being, as his grandpa was on a five-year-long archeological trip. Ijuni had given them no further trouble. There are few things one can do from the inside of a maximum-security prison.

So the six foster brothers, plus Seto and Mokuba, were now being recognized as legal brothers. They (the "original six") all decided to keep their last names, for now. It was still too early to make the switch. They would know when the time was right.

"Seto? You coming?" Yami called, yanking him out of his thoughts.

He grinned. It meant a lot to hear Yami calling to him, to see him running and playing with the others. He would never be as strong as the boys his age. But it didn't matter to his friends and family.

Seto remember a paper he had written a few weeks ago, for his English class. He had been instructed to write something about his family. From there he was given free reign.

His paper had read:

The family I have is a special one. Most of us were not born from the same parent. The blood that runs through our veins is not genetically the same, either. We come from different backgrounds, each with a slightly different history, and a slightly different story. But we are closer than a lot of blood-siblings are.

Each of us has a role in our family. Each role is important, with its own value and job. We make up this circle. Our differences are what bind us together. We balance each other out. Just as the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle are each different, but all fit together in perfect harmony.

I would call myself the leader. The thinker, head, and the brain.

Malik is the backbone, the never wavering mountain.

Marik is the temper, always quick to attack.

Joey is the strength, who's always there to back Marik's threats.

Bakura is the passion, the fire that keeps us going.

Ryou is our peace, the one who makes us think, and keeps us calm.

Mokuba is our joy and youth. Through him, we live the childhood we never had.

Yugi, who is as much a part of our family as anyone else, is our hope, our innocence.

And Yami. Yami is our unity, the one that keeps everyone bonded together.

Without anyone one of us, our group, our family, would be no more.

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"Seto 'nii-san? You coming?"

Seto looked up to see Yami poking his head out of the kitchen door, looking at the older teen curiously. He had a cookie in his hand and crumbs on his shirt. He gazed at Seto with his knowing crimson eyes.

Seto gave the boy an affectionate smile. "Of course, little brother. Did you save any for me?"

Yami laughed his soft laugh, one that made Seto's once icy eyes sparkle, and held out the cookie in his hand.

Was it really bad? Even if it was, d'you think you could leave a review anyway? Please?

Well, that's it. Maybe someday, somewhere, inspiration will strick andled me to write a sequel.