Chapter 3
It Is Happening And Now
Seto and Mokuba lingered around the strange, plain room, realising that they had each other now, loving brothers, like a combo of cards in a Duel Monsters match, they were meant to be together, placed on earth to be with each other.
"Seto, I don't want to leave you ever!" declarded Mokuba, wrapping his arms widely around his brother and snuggled his face into Seto's shirt.
"Mokuba, you won't have to leave me." replied Seto. They seemed the only slightly optimistic children in the area. Children weren't telling each other how good they were, they were pushing them out the way as they hung their gloomy heads at the floor and the people pushed didn't seem to care. They weren't hugging each other, instead they were sobbing on each others shoulders, or just avoiding everything and everyone.
Suddenly, the old woman who had hurried them from Mr Hargreaves croaked once again over a microphone attached to some sort of portable cigarette lighter.
"Day is up, children, proceed to the dormitories. Seto and Mokuba….hmph, no last name, anyway, Seto and Mokuba may establish in dormitory 417. Good night, children." She left, still carrying the cigarette lighter and microphone, and marched up to the desk to collect some papers. All of the children groaned deeply like a creaking staircase and left the room unenthusiastically and slowly.
Seto dragged Mokuba into the depressed crowd and tried to find some sort of pattern in the door numbers, to help them find 417. But, in vain, there was no sequence. They just had there room numbers dotted around everywhere. The numbers must have changed with the times. Seto approached a boy who was still walking to find his own room.
"Excuse me,…" Seto began, when,
"Don't…TALK TO ME!" the boy whimpered. He then ran down the hall, wailing. Seto then realised what was happening. He knew of the situation he and his brother was in, he knew almost every detail. The details about mum and the man, dad, the supermarket, the facts were in his head, he couldn't concentrate, his brain was pounding.
"Seto." said Mokuba. Seto looked round, Mokuba was pointing at a door, a door with a white slab on it, a slab which read:
417.
"Mokuba, I've figured everything out!" exclaimed Seto. He was comfortably in the top bunk of the bed, Mokuba would use the bottom. Mokuba was still trying to fit on his little pyjama pants.
"Figured what, Seto?"
"Why we're here!"
"Why?"
"Mom was seeing that man at work, so split with dad to marry him!"
"But mommy loved daddy!"
"Until that guy came along. Then, dad got ill.."
"…and he cried. It made me cry too.." A tear came to Mokuba's eye.
"So at the mall, he collapsed, and we got sent here. Nobody knows about mom, so they think we have no parents, so they think we're…." he stopped open-mothed.
"Orphans." finished Mokuba. "Orphans. Seto, it's really happening. They said it wouldn't, but it did and that makes them liars and that means they're bad but I still love them because they are my parents and I love my parents….." Mokuba's tear slid down his pale face and dropped lifelessly onto the blanket.
"It is happening.." quivered Seto, "It is happening and now. We are orphans."