Ok, here a new chapter, I really find it too bad that I don't get that much review since I prefer this story to my previous one but anyway, let's get on with it.
Chapter six: Hypothesis.
Seto was lying in his new bed starring at the ceiling, he could hear the others talking downstairs but he didn't cared at all. Right now the only thing on his mind was his arm, he couldn't ignore the pain anymore.
Downstairs the other were trying to explain what was going on.
"Come on Yami, you are supposed to be a pharaoh, you must know how this happened." Joey said.
"For the last time Joey I do not know."
"But don't you have any ideas?" Tea asked.
"Oh but I have tons of ideas, there's more than one way I know to turn someone into a kid."
"Like?" Tristan asked.
"Anything, anyone with little knowledge in magic can do this."
"Well that's already a start; there aren't that much people around here who know magic." Joey said.
"It's not that easy, you don't need to be near to cast a spell like this one and there isn't only that way."
"And what are the other ways?" Tea asked.
"Well genies can do it, along with any other things that have the power to fulfil wishes, it could also be some kind of curse or Kaiba did it himself."
"Looks like we are back were we started." Joey said.
"And what exactly did you meant when you said my brother could have done it himself?"
"Well your brother was a priest before so he may still have some power and it's a possibility that for a reason or another he wanted to be carefree or something else like that."
"And you think it's possible that his power acted on their own?"
"It's possible, but I doubt it, judging from what I saw he's far to be carefree at this age."
"Ok then, second hypothesis, is there anyone that would want to get rid of your brother?" Tea asked.
"Well I know that a lot of people don't really like him." They all looked at Joey. "But except from the big five I don't think he ever had any real enemies." Mokuba said.
"Then that only leave two things, a curse or a wish." Joey said.
"Just forget it." Yami said. "I doubt it's a curse since there isn't anything here that could be cursed and if it's because of a wish than it could be anyone anywhere."
"Come on, there isn't that much thing that can makes wishes come true isn't it?"
"Do you want them in alphabetical order?"
"Come on, you can't be serious?" Joey asked.
"Ok, well first of all there are genies, jinks, fairies, spirits, moonlight stones, sacred springs, phoenix feathers, shining stars, dragon scale, vengeance demons and a certain number of gods, and that's only for Egypt."
"All right, what do you propose then oh mighty pharaoh?" Joey asked.
"We'll just wait, for now there isn't anything we can do, if someone really is after Kaiba then he'll come eventually."
"And what if no one's after him?" Joey asked.
"Then if no one is after Kaiba that mean he probably became a child because of a side effect. In that case chances are that once the wish purpose is completed Kaiba will become normal again. In the meantime we'll stick to what we decided."
Seto woke up the next morning, as much as he didn't wanted to go down he had only eat once in two days and his arm was really hurting a lot, usually by this time Gozaburo had brought him to the hospital.
Him and Mokuba shared the same bedroom but his brother was gone, everything was silent, he looked at the alarm, it was 9:23, it was Monday so the others must all be at school. He had slept, or rather triyed, all day again because of his fever and didn't felt any better this morning, he wanted to sleep but hunger and pain got the best of him.
He slowly walked around but found no one, he went to the game shop and saw the old man serving someone. Once the costumers were gone he turned around.
"So you are awake I see." Seto took a step back but gramps just smiled. "You must be hungry aren't you?" The old man saw that Seto was still holding his arm. "I'll make a deal with you, what do you think?"
"What kind of deal?" Seto asked, not sure if he should accept, each time Gozaburo proposed a deal Gozaburo never kept his end of the bargain and always ended up beating him.
"If you let me take a look at your arm I'll make you a breakfast."
"And what if I don't want to let you take a look at it?"
"In that case I'll make you a breakfast."
"What kind of deal is that?"
"Well I think it's more of a proposition, but if you aren't hungry then you'll just have to wait until lunch time.
"I am hungry." Seto said, after all that was why he came here and he didn't wanted to wait until lunch.
"Then I'll make you something to eat, do you want me to check your arm?"
"My arm is fine."
"Fine then."
Seto just ate in silence, anyway he was alone in the kitchen and he wasn't the kind of guy to think to himself…well not out loud anyway. His eyes drifted to the two pills Yugi's gramps left him, he didn't wanted any help but he was only 12 years old after all so his will was less strong then when he was 16, not that he remembered any of it, and the old man had been nice to him. Finally temptation got the best of him; he just took the pills and went to bed.
Seto woke up later in the afternoon, still the others weren't back and gramps was in the shop so he was left alone in the house, he felt a little bit better so he decided to look around, he was getting bored of just staying in bed. As he looked around he came across a bookshelf, it has been a long time since he was allowed to read something else then stupid textbook.
He looked through it and find an interesting looking book, he could remember his father reading it, it was murder on the orient-express, he looked at it, it wasn't really a big book, he wouldn't need more than half a day to read it but if his father liked it than it was surely good.
He then looked around some more and found some sheet and a pencil, he knew what the story was about, as if the title wasn't clear enough, he remembered his father taking notes and trying to find the murderer himself, he wanted to try also. He went to the living room and started to read.
Later the afternoon the other's came back from school, Seto was so absorbed in his lecture that he didn't even noticed them.
"Murder on the orient-express…" Seto looked up to see Joey just in front of him looking at his book. "Isn't that a little bit too hard for you, shouldn't you be reading things like Bambie?"
"Bambie's for brainless dogs like you, this book may be impossible for you to understand but to me it's child play." Seto said turning again to his book.
"And what's that?" Joey snatched the note sheet from Seto and looked at it. "This thing doesn't make any senses. You'll never find the murder that way; I'm telling ya it's the colonel mustard with the candelabra in the library."
"Joey that's not a game of clue." Gramps said stepping into the living room. "Murder on the orient-express, it's been a while since I read that, I tried to find the murder myself for days before giving up and finishing the book to find out."
"See, if even gramps couldn't find it then no one can, especially not you."
"Don't be so sure Joey, I know someone who find out, in fact he's the one who challenged me to try, I must say I was impress that he was able to find out, I never suspected it at all, but then again he was a true genius." He took the sheet from Joey and looked at Seto. "Can I see?"
Seto nodded and waited while the old man read what he had found out and his suspicions, his eyes grew wide. "I'm impress kid, I never even found out half of what you already did, you're on the right way." He handed Seto his sheet back.
The other's then started to play duel monster, Seto couldn't resist looking up from his book to the game, not that it was an intense duel since Yugi was playing his lowest but it was still a duel. After beating Joey for the third time Yugi looked up at Seto and realised he was watching them with great interest.
"You want to play?" He asked him with a smile.
Seto looked at him and turned back to his book, ignoring them completely, it wasn't that he didn't wanted to play but to him playing at anything always meant punishment if you lose.
"Strange kid." Yugi whispered.
"You can say that again, anyway, Mokuba, want to try me again?" Joey said.
"You really like to lose don't you?"
Seto kept turning around in bed he really was tired but each time he felt asleep he would move and that would hurt his arm. He looked to his side, Mokuba was deep in sleep on the other side of the bed.
He slowly stood up and exited the room silently to make sure not to wake his little brother, he turned around to look at him. Mokuba just looked so peaceful, he wished he could be as carefree. He turned around, he couldn't be carefree, he suffered way too much to just forget it all and live like nothing ever happened.
Seto made his way downstairs, he didn't cared anymore, he just wanted to get rid of the pain even if it meat he had to ask for help.
"It's about time you show up it's starting to be late you know, even for me."
Seto didn't said anything to the old man, he just stayed there looking at him.
"You have enough don't you, just let me take a look and I'll help you." Seto didn't answer but he let Yugi's grandpa take a look at his arm, wincing from the pain as he did so. "Sorry kid but it looks like it's broken."
"Like I don't already know." Seto said.
Gramps stood up and went to get something. "Now, now, young man, you know you shouldn't talk like that to older people, your father raised you better than that." After that Seto just shut up while the old man bandaged his wrist, he knew the old man was right. "Here, like that you'll be able to sleep tonight and tomorrow we'll go to the hospital.
When Seto came back into his room he was surprised to see Mokuba sitting in his bed and looking at him. "So, you finally decided to let someone take care of your arm."
"Why does it matter so much to you?"
"Because I care about you."
"Well I don't." Seto said as he get back to his bed, he turned around and saw a tear escape from Mokuba's eyes and he felt guilt all over him, he couldn't take it when his brother was crying. He looked down. "I'm sorry."
"Why are you acting like that toward me? You turned you back on me, a little while ago, when you were a little bit older then what you are now, you didn't cared about me at all, you even hit me sometimes." Seto's eyes grew wide; he couldn't believe he could ever hurt Mokuba. A smile appeared on Mokuba's face. "It's just that all this time I thought you still cared about me when you were twelve."
"I do."
Mokuba looked up at him. "Then why?"
"Because I care."
"That doesn't make any sense; you're acting like a jerk because you care about me?"
"You just have to understand, every time I care and trusted someone I always ended up getting hurt."
"So, you decided to stop caring so you won't get hurt?"
"I guess that's a way to put it."
"Is that really what you want? To be all alone?"
Seto stayed silent for a little while before answering. "Yes."