Wow! people actually review my story! Hey - two people is not that little - >. well thats better than one person... But o well - lol... Its been a while since I updated... But I've been having some rough times in my life, so i didn't get a chance to take my time to write. Well, anywho, enjoy .

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Chapter II – Where it all turned around

The sun was shining through a small window with dark-green curtains. One could see the dust particles through its beam of light. The tiny room was crammed with different things – there were some textbooks, toys, a computer, a TV, clothes all over the place, a dog's biting bone. Against one of the walls, stood a bed. A little boy was sitting on it. Biting on a chocolate bar, he was playing a video game. As he finished the 10th level, he smiled. That boy's name was Seto Motosuwa. He was just another ordinary kid. Just another usual 9 year old, who went to school, came back to an ordinary home. He was no different then others.

"BREAKFAST," someone yelled. Seto got up, and walked out of his room. He walked down the narrow stairs to find himself in a cozy kitchen. A warm smell of toast filled the room. Three people were sitting at the table. The man was reading a newspaper. He had broad shoulders, and a tall figure. His hair was jet black and slightly messed up. He had blue eyes. Just like Seto's. The same blue eyes. He was wearing all black. A woman was sitting beside him. As Seto walked in the room, she smiled:

"Sleepy-head. If you're going to be late for school. Again. And I'm not giving you a ride."

The woman got up and took out another package of juice out of the frige, adding it to the already packed with food table. The woman was one of the prettiest. She had long brown hair, hanging down almost to her waist. She was slim, and quite tall. She was somewhat of a model face, with her honey-sparkling eyes.

The two people sitting at the table were Seto's parents. His real parents. The thirs person was his brother, Mokuba.

They were quite an average family, in overall. Mr. Motosuwa owned a small company – quite profitable. Him and his wife, who had a part time job at the theatre as an actress, which by the way almost didn't pay, owned a small house. They lived there with Seto and Mokuba. A happy ordinary little family. They were, until the day where it all started going wrong. And that day had just started.

Seto finally got to school. He remembered himself sitting behind one of the desks, talking to other kids – about random things – all kind of things. Little did he know then….. He could remember these moments so well --- oh-so-well. The moments when he still liked other people – and they liked him the same way in return. He looked out of the window. The sky was so blue and the sun was so shiny. It would never be that way ever again for him. The school day flew by and it was now time to go home. Seto said bye to all his friends, and waited outside for Mokuba. The cool spring breeze blew through his hair as a car approached. It was his dad's car. Both Seto's parents were in it. And there was Mokuba. The Motosuwa family got in the car, and drove off. Today was Friday – and the whole week was the family's week off. They were leaving for Hawaii next day. Or so they thought.

"Alright, guys," cheerfully said Mrs. Motosuwa "Where should we go now – for a ride in the car – or home to pack up early?"

Mokuba and Seto's dad said "home!" at the same time. Apparently, they were tired. But Seto wanted to go for a ride.

"Can't we please?" he nagged.

"Aw come on we wanna go home," replied Mr. Motosuwa.

"But dad!"

"No"

"Dad! Please?"

"No Seto, I'm very tired."

"Come on daddy I got all Bs on my report card,"

"Well……."

"Please?"

"I don't know…" interrupted Mrs. Motosuwa. "Maybe its not such a good idea to go for a ride after all." She paused, and then added. "But, then, if Seto wants it that much, let's go for a ride. His grades did improve a whole lot, you know – we have to encourage him somehow .."

And the car took off. Seto looked out of the window. He could see trees running somewhere, one by one, and streetlights. The sky was still blue and sunny, but he did not have much time left to enjoy it.

"Let's go on the freeway," suggested his dad, and the car sped up to 95 km/h.

It was just then, when Seto smiled at his mother. It all happened so fast. All he could see was two bright lights spinning around, sliding in his direction at unimaginable speed. He heard a loud crashing noise, and a scream. A loud, soul-tearing scream.


He opened his eyes to find himself in a light room. It was not his room; it was a quiet, sterilely clean white room, with his bed standing in the middle of it. He was surrounded by some kind of unfamiliar aperture, and a needle in his arm was connected to a strange bag with crimson red liquid in it. A couple of minutes later, a woman dressed in the same freakishly white robe stepped in the room. The thoughts started flowing into Seto's head. He realized he was in the hospital. And that fact triggered the memories. And the memories … "Mom! Dad! Mokuba! Where are they? Are they alright?" – the thoughts flew through his head. He wanted to call his mom or dad to come. He opened his mouth, but the words would not come out. He could not speak. He could not scream. The woman in the white dress approached his bed. She noticed that he was awake, and smiled. "You're awake now," she said in a sweet voice. "You're probably worried about your family. Your mother and you brother are already awake" she said and smiled.

"Mommy….. Mokuba-chan….." Relief was taking over the physical pain, but the relief was soon interrupted by a choke. "Dad!" Where is he? Where? Seto choked, but this time managed to pronounce, "where's my father?"

The nurse looked at him. "Your father is… fine…" the lady in white pronounced. "He's just not awake yet…."

Seto closed his eyes.


"Wake up DAMMIT!" yelled a loud voice. Seto looked up to find his mother's face above him. He had never seen her this way before. He was always so kind but now it was all about to change.

"What's… whats going on, mommy?" asked Seto in a half-asleep voice.

His mother glared and walked out of the room.

Wha- whats wrong? Thought Seto.

Mokuba then walked in.

"Onii-chan" he said. Unlike Seto, he was already completely recovered. But there was something wrong about the way he spoke… about the way he looked. Mokuba ran up to Seto and threw his arms around him. "Our dad… Seto – he…….. he………" and he burst into tears.

"Daddy is not going to wake up….. Ever."


Two months have passed since that day. The day that turned everything around. None of the family ever got over the loss. Especially Mrs. Motosuwa. It was rare that she even spoke to her children now.

The family's main financial branch disappeared, and Mokuba and Seto were left in rags. Uncared for, and in deep sadness, which would never really wear away, they wandered the streets, rarely coming home.

"Seto-chan?" said Mokuba in a rather quite voice.

"What is it?"

"I miss the old days you know… I haven't eaten in like fuckin two days man… Mom – she -- "

"Don't say it Mokuba – that way, we don't have to face it" Seto smiled. "Now come, we'll go down to the kitchen and I'll make you some tea or something".

As soon as the two entered, they saw something, which they saw so often these times. The floor had a few empty syringes, bottles, needles, and a little bag of white powder lying around. Shattered glass and bottles were all over the place. And in the middle, sat Mrs. Motosuwa. As the two boys walked by, Seto looked at his mother. The traces of beauty and the happiness had long ago disappeared from her face. Heavy bags under her bloodshot eyes moved as she blinked and looked back at Seto. He would never forget that look. Those eyes.

As Seto was examining the fridge for remnants of food, a group of strange looking men burst into the house. Seto did not know back then that they were cops.

"Mrs. Motosuwa, you are under arrest for abuse and illegal purchase of heroine," announced the tall man with a mustache. Seto could not remember much of that day – partially, because he did not want to.

After a fight, some screams and noise, Motosuwa was taken away. Mokuba and Seto stood there, in shock, when one of the cops said something about them having to wait at the house, so an orphanage squad would pick them up later. After a few minutes, all was quite again, and the two boys stood there in the middle of an empty house. Mokuba burst into tears. However, Seto knew they had no time to lose. He heard stories about orphanages, and he not about to end up in one of them.

"Come one, Moke, we're gonna make a run for it," he whispered. "If they catch us and put us into one of them orphanages, we're done for"

They both took off, leaving everything behind. They tried to find money in the house, but knew it had none.

A few hours later, they found themselves on the streets. Alone, in the cold. It was getting dark, and they had no place to stay and no food to eat. They sat down on the sidewalk and cried. For a long, long time.


Two more days passed in that manner. Both the boys were starved and in their worst condition. It was evening, and Seto was sitting on a cardboard box. It all happened too fast…Why had he have to ask to take that ride that landed them into a car crash? Why did the cops have to come? Why had it all have to happen to him? The pain was just too much to take… A drop of water interrupted his thoughts. The drop was soon joined by thousands of others drops. The gray sky matched the grayness of the streets, and the grayness of Seto's mind.

"Come Mokuba, let's get out of the water," he said and walked into a nearest store. He never did remember the name of the shop. He remembered seeing numerous cards along the walls, weird pictures drawn on them, monsters… An antique vase stood in the corner.

"May… may we stay in the store, please?" asked Mokuba. The old man, who apparently, owned the store, glared at the two. He picked them up by their collars and threw them out, like they did with hobos.

Seto felt the coldness of the asphalt on his face. Mokuba fell too, and the rain was beating mercilessly on them both. Suddenly, a white figure appeared out of the mist of rain.

The figure stretched out a pale hand towards Seto, and leaned over slightly. Seto saw the colorless eyes, the white hair. The person smiled as Seto took his hand, and pulled him up.

"We have been watching you. Come with us," said the person in a soothing, kind voice. That person is someone who Seto would later know as Bakura the King of Theives. Little did he know of what was coming. Of where he was going. Or of the thief gang he was about to join.


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