Here we go. Chapter two. I know this isn't a popular story but there will be people out there who might like it. So I'm writing for the sake of those people (or that person). Come on, I know how it feels like to have to wait for someone to update a story and the update never came. Please review! Arigato!
"Miss? Are you okay?" the boy asked.

I sat up. My body was so stiff from lying on the hard ground and from being soaked with rain all night long. I groaned, rubbing my eyes to get rid of the weight holding them down.

"Miss?" the boy repeated.

I looked at him. "Yeah," I croaked. Great. I had a scratchy throat too. I tried to clear my throat, but it turned into a loud, hacking cough.

The boy patted my back. "What are you doing here?" he asked me. "You're all wet… were you out here all night?"

I nodded. I pulled myself onto my feet, but as soon as I tried to take a step forward I collapsed back onto the sidewalk. I couldn't walk. My legs were stiff and cramped from my position. I stubbornly got onto my knees for another attempt to stand.

The boy put his hand on my shoulder and got to his feet. "You don't look well. Don't try to stand," he said. Then he looked at somebody or something behind me. "Big brother… we have to help her."

I looked back and nearly kissed the pavement again. Standing behind me was a brown-haired boy in a white trench coat, and, in my opinion, the cutest boy I had ever seen. Go ahead and laugh. I know you will. But that wasn't the only reason why I was startled. He (the boy) looked just like my father. Just like the angel…

The boy glared down at me with his deep blue eyes. His gaze was so powerful, so penetrating, that I knew, just knew, he could tell everything about me.

"Mokuba…"

Mokuba. That must be the little kid.

"Big brother! Come on… she needs help."

"What kind of help were you planning to get her?"

"I don't know! We need to get her to a hospital or something."

"There are no hospitals in the area, Mokuba."

"… Then let's take her with us to the mansion. She can get care there, right, niisama?"

The boy sighed. "Mokuba…" he said again, but Mokuba glared up at him with determination on his face. "If you don't help her, I'm not getting into the car! I'll go with her until I find someplace where she'll get care!"

"Mokuba, since when did you decide to go against my orders-"

"Niisama, it's not right to ignore people who are in need!"

Who did they think I was, a helpless little puppy abandoned on the road?

"It's their problem."

"Niisama! Please, help her!"

I looked from one brother to the other. Mokuba was arguing with his older brother quite well, actually. But I was getting frustrated. Here they were, talking about me like I didn't exist, like I wasn't sitting in between them as they threw questions and statements at each other.

"Mokuba, we talked about this-"

"I know what you said, big brother, but she isn't a duelist and she isn't going to try to steal anything from you!"

"How would you know that?"

"Does she look like she would?"

"She might."

Okay. That's it. I've heard enough.

I stood up, cutting their comments short. I looked from one to the other. "I don't really care where I go," I said finally. "I can go by myself. Its how I have to travel from now on, anyway." I tried to walk past the boy, but again, my stupid weak knees collapsed under me, and I fell. This time though, the boy in the trench coat caught me as I fell.

For a split second, I hung there, feeling shivers run through my body, enjoying the splendid warmth of his grip, the feeling of his arm around my waist. Then I tried to get back on my feet again.

"You don't have to help me," I insisted. "I'm fine."

The boy put me back on my feet. "You're cold," he said.

Wow. Well spotted.

"I know," I said.

"… Speak again."

I stared at him. Speak again? What on earth would I say? Hi, my name is Patricia, and I'm freezing to death?

"What would I say?"

He remained silent for a moment. "What do you want to say?"

I have no father. I'm all by myself now. I just want to die. Can I say any of those too?

"Hello."

The boy stared at me for a moment. Then he glanced at Mokuba. "You will be held responsible for whatever she does at home."

Mokuba's face brightened. "She can go with us! You can go with us!" he exclaimed excitedly, beaming at me.

I smiled at him. "Thank you," I said, "But I can't exactly walk."

Boy, did I ever get the surprise of my life when the tall boy bent down and picked me up.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Carrying you. What does it look like?"

"Why?"

"I'd gladly put you down if you could walk."

I shut up.

Then he headed for a sleek black limo parked not far away. The Kaiba Corporation logo was emblazoned on the door.

I almost threw up all over the guy's pristine white trench coat when I saw those two letters. KC. I almost felt reality actually slap me in the face. Mokuba. Mokuba Kaiba. Now I knew why 'Mokuba' sounded familiar. It all made sense to me now. Why hadn't I recognized the face of the youngest CEO in Japan? And yet, here he was, carrying me, helping me. Seto Kaiba.

Seto Kaiba. I couldn't stop thinking about him. As he helped me into the limo, as he closed the door behind me, as he told the driver to head for their mansion, his face kept swimming around in my head. He looked an awful lot like that angel. Could he be my guardian angel?

Nah, I thought, glancing at him. He couldn't be. He would never be.

After a short limousine ride, we stopped in front the Kaiba mansion. Mokuba hopped out first, followed by Seto. Determined not to look like a weakling, I slid across the seat and put my feet down on the pavement outside the car door. I pulled myself onto my feet. Ha! I could stand!

But as soon as I lifted one foot to walk forward, my other knee buckled and I would have gone crashing to the floor if Seto hadn't caught me. Again.

"Thank you, Seto."

"Who said you could call me Seto?"

"That's your name, isn't it?"

"Kaiba will do."

"But Mokuba's a Kaiba too, what do I call him?"

"Mokuba."

"So why can't I-"

"Stop asking questions if you want a place to stay at all."

He entered the mansion. It was large. Very large. My old house could fit into the front hall alone.

"This must have cost a lot."

"So?"

"It's bigger than my house."

"Duh."

He climbed a set of stairs that led into a room paneled with wood. At one corner stood a computer. The other side was covered with multiple file cabinets, bookshelves, and a desk.

"This your office?"

"You talk too much."

"I thought you wanted me to talk."

"Not now. Keep quiet."

Seto entered a door at the end of the room. This one led into another hallway, with three doors leading off of it. He entered the one on the right.

This room was obviously interior-designed. The walls were pale yellow, while the bed covers screamed in thick yellow spurts. The pillows that were arranged near the oaken headboard were lemon-colored.

"You stay here."

"What?"

"You. Stay. Here. Three words. Don't tell me you didn't understand them."

"No, I meant- why are you giving me this room?"

"You don't want it?"

"I do, but-"

"Then don't complain."

I slid out of his arms and onto the bed. He straightened his trench coat slightly, and turned to the door.

"I'll call a maid. She'll bring you some clothes to change into."

"Thank you, Kaiba."

He left. The maid came in shortly afterward, holding a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that must have belonged to Seto. She handed them to me, saying she'd pick up my wet clothes in a few minutes, when she brought breakfast. She left.

I wrinkled my nose as I pulled off my t-shirt. I understood now why people said he was cold. His way and manner told me that clearly.

"Freezing cold," I muttered to myself, pulling off my jeans. "Just like my clothes."

The maid soon came back. By then, I had tucked myself under the covers. I was feeling comfortably warm and much better than I had a few minutes ago.

She was carrying a breakfast tray that held a bowl of porridge, toast and jam. I sniffed in the sweet scents hungrily. I was hungry, after all.

She laid the breakfast tray across my lap and picked up my clothes from the chair I had left them on. She left before I could thank her.

While I was eating, there was a knock on the door, and Mokuba came in.

"Hey," he greeted me, coming up to the side of my bed.

"Hi," I smiled, and patted the edge of the bed. "You wanna sit down?"

Mokuba nodded and hopped onto the bed. "So, how are you feeling?"

"I feel fine."

"That's good."

"Except…"

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

I hesitated. I didn't know if my question would offend Mokuba in any way. Then I threw all caution to the winds.

"Why did you and your brother help me?"

Mokuba looked up at me, confusion masking his face. "Why shouldn't we have?"

I remained silent.

"Is it because of my brother?"

Slowly I nodded. "Sorry, Mokuba, but from what other people have told me, your brother is sort of… a cold person. Then again," I added quickly, "I don't know him that well, so I don't have the right to judge him, do I?"

Mokuba smiled. "It's alright," he said. "You don't have to cover it up. I know what people think about him. But…" Mokuba looked away. "You're right. People can't judge him because of what they hear. I think I'm the only one who knows who the real niisama is. He only puts up the act to protect me."

"Oh," I said. Then another question popped up in my head. "So… why did he want to help me?"

Mokuba thought for a moment. "You don't, I don't know myself. You should ask niisama himself."

"Ask me what?"

Kaiba came in, along with the maid who was to take my breakfast tray away.