Chapter 2:
Mou Hitori no Yuugi walked down the street, Yuugi right behind him. Mou Hitori no Yuugi turned towards him and stuck his pants in his pockets, waiting for his lighter half to catch up.
"I'm really worried about Kaiba-kun, Mou Hitori no Boku. I mean, he was so tired, he couldn't even get up. He didn't even try to get up. Could he have possibly been that tired?"
"I do not know aibou. So many people get depressed and try to search for answers. Some even cut their wrists. Some people say it is totally natural for people to want to be suicidal, but Kaiba-kun of all people?" Mou Hitori no Yuugi put his head down.
"Mou Hitori no Boku…what are you talking about? Depression? Suicide? Yami, did Seto do something today?" Yuugi put a hand around Mou Hitori no Yuugi's waist and looked at him with concerned eyes.
"Well…I saw him today at lunch. He was behind that tree we confronted him, and he was…cutting his wrists. Not that deep, but deep enough for some blood to come. That is why I ran to the table and demanded that we talk to him right then and there." Mou Hitori no Yuugi then put his arms around Yuugi's neck.
"We will just have to see what happens."
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Saturday. Mokuba had decided not to spend the night at Yuugi's house due to what had happened the day before.
Seto sighed. He didn't want Mokuba to stay home. It would just make him feel more worst about what he was going to do. Actually, he was going to do it tonight. At Central Park. At exactly nine PM. In the center of the park.
He brought his knees to his chest and hugged them tightly. He was still in his room and in bed. Mokuba refused to let him out of his room and said he was not aloud to see anything mechanical. 'They have to come. I want them to come. But I don't. I'm so confused.' He thought.
He got up and walked around his room. He walked into the bathroom and took out his favorite knife from beneath the sink. He examined it thoroughly, and then shoved it in a sheath and into his pocket. 'Knife at nine.' He thought bitterly.
He then walked over to his desk. He took out a pen and paper and began to right,
Dear whomever it may concern,
Today…September 30, I am going to be at the park. At 9pm. If you really care, please come.
Seto Kaiba
He folded the letter. He made about five of the letters and sealed each of them with him blood.
He breathed deeply, and then wrote on the letter, 'do not open till eight thirty'.
He called a servant to his room and gave him the letters and a list of names and addresses. Then servant bowed then took off. It was about six now.
Seto changed into all black, and of course a black trenchcoat. He tucked the knife into a pocket and then took a gun from underneath his bed. He bought this himself without Mokuba's knowledge. His employees told him to get one, since being a CEO of your own company led to many injuries if not protected.
He put that in his pocket as well, and then headed out. Mokuba stopped in front of him, as he was about to walk through the door to outside.
"Where are you going Seto!" Mokuba asked.
"Out." He said. Mokuba shook his head. "Oh no Niisama. You are not going anywhere!"
Seto tensed. "I said MOVE!" he shouted, scaring his brother. Mokuba fell back and stared as his brother, who walked straight out the door without another glance.
Mokuba rushed into his room and to the phone. He called Yuugi.
"Hello?" a voice asked.
Mokuba sniffed. "HI!" he put on his best fake happiness. "Is Yuugi or Mou Hitori no Yuugi around?"
"Yes, hold on." The voice disappeared and a new one replaced it. "Hello? Yuugi speaking."
"Oh Yuugi! Thank god your home! Seto…he!"
"Is something wrong with Kaiba-kun, Mokuba?" Yuugi asked. Mokuba didn't answer. "Mokuba! Is there something wrong with Seto!"
Mokuba cried into the phone. "He…he pushed me! He didn't care! He didn't even give me a glance of pity! He just pushed me out of the way and then proceeded to walk outside!"
Suddenly, a doorbell could be heard from the phone. "That might be him Mokuba! Mou Hitori no Yuugi is getting the door!"
Mokuba waited, and found it wasn't his brother. Yuugi came back on the phone. "We got a letter from one of your servants Mokuba. But it says not to open till eight thirty."
"It's seven thirty! Close enough!" Mokuba shouted. He looked around his room and spotted a letter on his bed. He edged towards it, and then ripped it open. "Yuugi! Did you read yours? I got one just like it!"
"He'll be at the park at nine. He says come if you care!" Yuugi read the letter, summarizing it for Mokuba.
"We have to go!" Mokuba shouted.
"We'll be right over!"
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A half hour later, Mou Hitori no Yuugi, Yuugi, Jou, Honda, and Ryou were standing in the doorway. A maid opened the door, so when everyone came in, they saw Mokuba crying on the couch, being comforted by an overweight lady.
When the lady saw them, she quickly headed out. "Come on Mokuba. When we get to the park, everything will be all right." Honda said, taking hold of the boy's hand and jerking him towards the door lightly.
Mokuba nodded. "Let's go!"
When they reached the park a half hour later, Seto was nowhere to be seen.
They waited until about eight thirty, when they all agreed to split up.
Honda, Ryou, and Yuugi where a team and Mou Hitori no Yuugi, Jou, and Mokuba were a team. They searched and searched, but none found him. And then, the clock struck eight fifty nine…
Yeah, I know it was short. But hey, just because I'm revising everything doesn't mean I'm gonna pull the chapters together like I did with the first and used to be second chapter. Oh well. I'm sorry I took so long. I've been busy, and I have to keep reformatting my hard rive. It's annoying as HELL!
Anyways, ja ne!
