Ok! Here is my (quite overdue) thank you's!

First off… to:

Kage Onna: Thank you so much for reviewing. I never really thought of Kaiba as the main character until you suggested it…so really…the story is the way it is because of YOU!

Summers Death: Also a big big thank you to you. Ryou probably wouldn't be in here is you hadn't said something. Tho he is not exactly what you suggested…he is still here!

Troublemaker007: lol you boosted my writing ego (good or bad thing? Hmm… lol) thank you so much you are really sweet. Honestly.

Sozuki: I know I know… lol im bad at the whole pressing shift while typing a letter thing. Thank you soo much for your review! It really made my day!

BobGod: lol im glad you liked when Kaiba got paint balled…I didn't know how people would react to that, but when I pictured it, it was funny. And yes… this is probably going to end up being a SetoxRyou... I just like that a little too much (ok… so im obsessed)...And I don't think Bakura has even notices the missing briefcase yet... lol. Silly Yami.

Dissclamer!: i own nothing except my bird, my cards, and this story

Chapter Four
Seto's POV

I sat in my tree. Just waiting, watching. For something. Something I did not know. My eyes caught movement ahead of me. It was some stranger, dressed in a dark cloak. It walked over to my tree, and sat. Sat at the base of the Oak and wept. But for what reason I did not know. I began to move, but, unluckily, my foot hit a twig. It fell and landed to the immediate right of the figure. I began to ready myself to move, so as to not disturb the distressed being. I grasped the branch above me, and began the motion of swinging to the otherside of the tree, where there seemed to be a strong limb where I could quietly rest, but then I stopped. Hadn't this already happened?

Something told me to stay put, or better yet get down from there. "ooo! I get it!" I thought to myself. "I must be having one of those things they call lucid dreams!" "Yes. That must be it. Now..." I commanded my mind, " I want to fly!" (it had always been a dream of mine to fly..to be able to escape from anything, to feel finally free)
I sprang off my branch, and before I knew it, my wings were...doing absolutely nothing! I was falling speedily towards the Earth. "But this is my dream!" I thought..".. "I dont want to die" I said. " I am going to land on my feet, and no harm will come to me!" Sure enough, this respond worked.

After a moment of calming, I slowly made my way over to the hooded figure. If turned to face me. Cautiously, I kneeled infront of whatever it was. I brought my hands up to its hood, and started to pull it back, when...

BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!

"damn alarm clock." I muttered.

Time for school already. At least there were only two more years of it. That still seemed like such a long time, and what did I have to look forward to after graduating?
I remembered nothing of my dream, yet, as I walked across my room to my bathroom. I started to undress, shirt first, then the pants and boxers.

I turned the faucet thing until warm water came out, a little warmer than what I liked, but that would all be fixed soon, with my new technology. I had invented a temperature setting for the water heaters so that there was only one temperature for shower water, all the time. I just didn't know what to call it yet. The shower-matic ...stupid...the ready shower....stupid... the shower thingy..stupid.. even if I did like the last choice best.

Ryou's POV

My alarm clock had been going off continuously for about fifteen minutes now. It was way too early to get up, and that alarm clock could just keep going off until it tired itself out for all I care. I'd be glad to be rid of it.

Eventually the constant noise began to numb my mind, and I started to drift back into restful bliss. I slept peacefully for a while, that is, until my yami broke into my room, seemingly playing air-guitar to the noise of the alarm. Or so it seemed. I shrank back for a moment, remembering how we used to be. Remembering when I has such a fear of him. It wasn't too long ago, either, when I was convinced that it was he I wanted t spend the rest of my life with. Then I realized that was just wired, and if we were really "like" each other, then I had the power to be just as fearful back at him. I tried it one day, and now, for the most part, we get along. Im glad. Im also glad that I realized how stupid he could be, before I really fell for him.

I finally got up, mostly out of annoyance at the wanabe rocker standing in my doorway, and brushed past him, heading to the bathroom across the hall. I turned the shower water on, a little hotter than how I usually like it, and let the room fill up with steam before I undressed...the shirt first, then the pajama pants and boxers.

I stepped into the shower water, and burned my skin. Someone needs to come up with something to make the shower water perfect everytime. That is a day I look forward to.

I packed up the necessary books for school, and headed out the door, blueberry muffin in hand. It was very windy today. I pulled my white butten-up shirt closer to my body, and swing my uniform jacket on, quickly closing up the gap in the middle. My hair was tossed round, making my vision blurred, and sending pain through my big eyes each time it hit them. I would cut it, but then I would be afraid that no one would recognize me.

Sometimes I feel so alone. Like there is no one in this world who shares the same pain, knawing at me from the inside out. eating me alive. I guess this is the feeling you get when you have no one to run to when you are weak. No one to cry on when you're sad. no one to hold you when your afraid. No one to call your friend.
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Seto's POV

When I was younger, I can remember having dreams of becoming something big, someone important. Someone whom I could look back at when I was old and say ": they really made a difference." Now that my name is known through out the country, Im not sure that is quite like the feeling I had imagined. people fear me.

A wise man (1) once said, "It is better to be feared than loved." I think I have succeeded in living by this rule in my life so far. In a way it feels good to know that I am doing something right in a stranger's eyes. Even if he is dead. Even my brother fears me. Sometimes, when im up really late working on a project, I'll have trouble falling asleep. It is times like these when I start to think about things like this.

Is it true that it is better to be feared? Well, I guess for those of us who dont know what actual love feels like, it could be true. I cant help but feel that sometimes that idea is wrong. When im feeling empty, I would much rather have someone there to talk to, than someone who would do nothing but agree with my every word because they are afraid that I could possibly fire them tomorrow.

I'd like to think that I have done everything that there is to do. Everything that is important anyways. But sometimes I wonder. Are these accomplishments of mine really something worth anything in the long run? Would they provide me with comfort, strength, and warmth?

I'd like to think that ive done everything...yes...but I know I haven't. I haven't made my first real friend, I haven't felt the feeling what your heart has been torn from your body, and crushed by the foot of someone you trusted ( figuratively speaking, of coarse). I haven't felt my heart torn from my body, and taken into another's. I haven't had my first kiss.

My ride arrived in front of school. I took a minute to get my books straight, and then opened the door, stepping out into the sunlight. It provided me with a somewhat lighter feeling inside. I began my ascent up the path to the front entrance, blue trench-coaty jacket flowing dangerously behind me; silver briefcase in hand.

(1) This "wise man: is actually Machiavelli. It is from his book: The Prince

Thank you for staying with this story thus far! please please review.. it makes me want to write this soo much more!