Disclaima: Yes, I am poor and I don't own anything. Why do u have to rub it in huh? Huh? And yes that means I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, or any characters it has or had or will ever have. I do not own anything. So u cant sue my ass off now, haw-ha.

Ok well this is my first story on please do not flame too much. If you are one of these cheerful people that really enjoy life and everything, and think that world is a nice and cozy place, do not reads this – u will not like it, I'll tell u that now, so don't complain that this is not cheerful and shit.

Well, here goes nothin:

Prologue

"Why does it have to be this way? Why……? Why is everything so fucked up…. Why….?" - a thought slowly and painfully screeched through his head

– Seto was riding at the back seat of his limo, looking out at the raindrops loudly falling in the dark. He hated this place. He hated everyone and everything. He hated himself. He hated waking up in the mornings, having to go to school, which had now became a small but annoying chore he had to do every morning, having to work, having to come to his giant mansion late at night – having no one but his servants or automatically programmed robots to say even a simple 'hi' to; he hated all the journalists, who just could not get the message to fuck off, he hated the whole Yugi-baboon gang, he hated…. world itself. The existence of such a jammed with "viruses" and issues place was disturbing him. "One day…." He kept on thinking as the limo drove by another dark restaurant, which had been closed over an hour now, "One day I have to get out of here… This filth… I just can't take this world anymore… I don't belong here.. I jus don't. But where do I belong? Nowhe -"

A loud crash had interrupted his thoughts. Seto did not really even pay attention as the car spun around, jerking to a sudden stop. What really got his interest is the man coming up towards his dimm-windowed door. Not a man, but rather a shadow. His black cloak flowing behind him, blown by the wind, the man opened the door, and in a oh-so-familiar low voice said, "It has been way too long, Seto… It has been way too long…."

Seto lifted up his blue eyes to look at the man. Stepping out of the limo, he put his arm around a gun inside his cloak. Suddenly, he saw the man holding a gun up Mokuba's head. "Mokuba?" He appeared out of nowhere – but what did it matter. The man took of the hood – and there he was.

"No-" Seto said in a quite, seemingly calm voice, which, really was a mere cover-up for what he was feeling inside, "No – why? Why are you here? You are dead! No! DEAD!"

Gozaburo Kaiba, was standing in front of him, smiling with the same mad smile, just like his last one he was wearing, before committing suicide. Seto could not take him. His hand, clenching the gun, shot by itself. "No…" – he whispered. The scary face still stayed on, and Seto kept on shooting. "Leave… leave NOW " - he yelled. Gozaburo now lied on the ground, raindrops washing his blood away from his body onto the pavement. In mere seconds, a huge red stain surrounded the body. Seto kept on shooting, though the man was apparently dead. And then it happened. Gozaburo's scary face somehow turned into a usual, gray, unknown face, which Seto never saw before. It was a face of a usual, normal person, now all covered in blood.

He dropped the gun.

"What.. what the hell was that," cried the driver who had apparently been watching the scene from the beginning. "Sir – it was just a normal man – his car accidentally hit us and he was coming to apologize – what … did you do?"

Seto stood there staring at the body. He was, after all, just another man. The face of Gozaburo on him had… disappeared.

"SHUT UP," he yelled at the driver. "JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!" - he did not know what happened. "What am I doing?" a thought shoot through his head "WHAT AM I DOING?" Somewhere deep inside, he wished there was someone to come and say it's all ok – say it's all going to be all right. Sometimes, he wished he could just… cry. But he knew he could or would not ever.

But then Seto's thoughts were interrupted one more time, now by fact that the cops would be getting there soon. Not that he cared, he would bribe them all away – as he did too many times before, but he did not want anyone bothering him. "Drive home. Now," he said, and the driver sped away.

As Seto turned back, for a moment, he saw Gozaburo, getting up, all in blood, and lifting his hand with a gun in it. Seto blinked, and then Gozaburo was gone.

It was late at night, so Mokuba was already asleep, Kaiba assumed walking in the dark house. He was used to the dead silence, and switched on the light. Tired as fuck, he shoved a cigarette in his mouth, and took a deep breath. What was he going to do now? Check on Mokuba… Yes, that's it. He was going to go check if he was all right.

Mokuba… The only one Kaiba ever cared about… The only one he has in this world… Ever since that day that… He did not want to think about it. Mokuba, was, probably, his only reason for staying in this filthy world. He was always there for him. Back in these days, He could always out his head on his little brother's shoulder when feeling pain. But not anymore.. Not anymore..

Kaiba opened the door to his room. A nightlight was still on. He came up to his brother, sat on his bed, and looked at his face. Mokuba half opened his eyes and a slight smile showed upon his face. A smile – something Kaiba forgot how to do – something, as he kept on telling himself, he did not need.

And suddenly, a stream of warm blood started pouring out of his half- smiling mouth. "No..," Kaiba whispered.. "It's.. not …. real…. NO!" He frantically put his hand to his brother's mouth to wipe the blood off, but it kept pouring out., More and more of it…….

Mokuba, meanwhile, opened his eyes. "Are you ok Seto-chan? Why are you acting so weird? You're starting to scare me, you know."

"What? What's going on?"

Mokuba's chest exploded with blood fountaining out. It was like an invisible knife had stabbed him deep, right into his heart. In a mere moment, however, it was……

gone.

Seto sat there motionless. He could not bring himself to speak, move, or even breath. Everything was just… gone now. No blood, no injuries. Like nothing happened. Mokuba was lying on his bed, looking at his brother with bewildered eyes. "Are you OK onii-chan?" he said.

"I.. You were… You're… Its.. nothing, Mokuba," Seto said trying to disguise his nervousness with a usual cold expression on his face. "I might have drank a little too much this night."

Mokuba gave him a weird look. "……………"

"Ok well um yeah… I'm gonna go get some sleep now. I seriously need some."

Followed by another weird look, Mokuba said g'dnight in his usual gayish tone and covered up with his blankets.

Well how was it? Good/bad/awesome/shit?

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