This is it. The big chapter in which a lot of stuff comes together. I want to thank all my reviewers for their support and a special thanks goes out to all of those super nice Seto/Jou fans that have stuck with me this far : ) I love you guys.

-Show Me How It Ends-

Stage Eleven: Deviation

"Mokuba…Mokie…come out, come out wherever you are…for the love of god Mokuba, I'm not that scary."

A slight whimper came from behind the coat closet's door. A meek voice following soon after. "You're supposed to be dead Seto."

A slight smile graced the lips of the duelist turned vampire. Sadly, the kind gesture came across as sinister to the young boy.

"So I've heard. Listen, I'm not 'dead', think…reborn."

"Call me insane, but you can't be wrong about death. How am I supposed to know that you're my big brother? You could just be someone impersonating him."

Seto scoffed. "You've put a lot of thought into this, haven't you?"

"Don't act like it hasn't happened before. Okay, you know what? I'll believe you if you tell me one thing that only Seto would know."

"Just one?"

"Just one."

"I am madly in love with Jounouchi Katsuya."

A pregnant pause followed the statement.

"Seto?"

"Hey Mokie."

The black haired boy pounced on the teen, hugging him tightly as he cried.

"Oh, Mokuba, it's okay. It's all okay…" Seto said softly, rubbing small circles into his brother's back.

Mokuba sniffled, and managed to cry out between sobs, "But how are you here! I mean you're dead! So how are you here!"

"It's a long story Mokuba, one best left to another day. For now little brother, I need your help."

Mokuba pulled back from where his head rested comfortably at the junction between the Brunet's neck and shoulder. He sniffed cutely.

"What is it?"

"I need to find Katsuya."

New York

A blonde sat on the floor of the padded room. Eyes staring blankly as he silently rocked back and forth. A small reflective window was placed at the far wall of the area. Unbeknownst to the said occupant, two doctors and a well dressed man stood on the viewing side.

"What's wrong with him?" The doctors shuffled hesitantly. "Well?"

A man that had to be in his early fifties stepped forward, meeting the older Jounouchi's gaze.

"It's not uncommon," he began "for people to be severely traumatized by event that have taken place. Your son was in a shooting. Not only did he witness his classmate's deaths, but his closest friend died in his arms. We," he motioned to the younger female that stood beside him. "Believe that he has a severe case of PTSD."

The lawyer blinked. "Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?"

"Unfortunately yes. Until we can establish what trigger's reactions like this, we highly recommend you keep him in close contact with yourself at all times and try to keep him away from people or things that may remind him of the event itself."

"What exactly is happening to him?"

The older man pushed his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose.

"It appears as if he had a flashback, then locked inside himself."

"Which means…?"

"His body is aware and functioning normally, but his conscious mind won't acknowledge any sights or sounds. As if he wants to get away from everything. He should return to normal fairly soon."

"Fairly soon? Can't you do anything? I am paying you to help him, not tell me that I have to wait this out." The blonde said, his voice rising to a dangerous tone. "Help him or so help me God, I will make sure you can't get a decent job in this entire state ever again!" He lowered his voice to a chillingly calm whisper. "Now tell me Doctors, what can we do?"

The young woman stepped forward, obviously shaken from the man's outburst.

"Y-you need to keep him in confinement. After he's calmed down enough, you have to take him to a therapist or better yet a hypnotist. If you can, make him forget the entire thing."

"Now that's the answer I was looking for. I have to make him forget? He's going to notice if there's a gap in his memory."

The woman thought for a moment, idly tapping her clipboard.

"I think I know what the trigger is." She stated simply. "Mr. Wheeler, you informed us that your son had feelings for Seto Kaiba. Correct?" When he nodded she continued. "You also said he informed you that he felt this way after the Battle City Tournament. Well, just erase his memories up until the end of Battle City. Then he'll hate Seto and he won't be affected this way any more."

Mr. Wheeler thought over the options in his head. It was his duty as a father to protect his son from things like this. Making Jou forget Seto would help him start over. It would also stop the pain that the lawyer knew was yet to come. But could he really make his son forget such an important time in his life? No, he couldn't. Seto Kaiba, even with all the shit he had put Jou through, had been a big part of his son's life.

"Are there any other options?"

A blonde sat silently, listening to the entire conversation. He didn't wipe away the tears that rolled gently down his cheeks.

"Thanks dad…"

Seto was typing away ardently, occasionally questioning Mokuba about stray glitches, viruses and passwords that had mysteriously appeared or been changed in his perfect system.

"Alright…let's see…Mokuba, can you explain why there are two files on Jou?"

The boy looked up suddenly. The question had caught him somewhat off guard.

"Umm…Shizuka told me that they have American names and Japanese names. Like, her name in the U.S. is Serenity Wheeler, not Jounouchi Shizuka."

Seto thought that over a moment.

"So, I should probably look under his American name then…hmm, Joseph Wheeler…Joey…cute, it fits him... his father does well, better than I expected, considering that I don't know anything about Jou's family…"

"What?" Mokuba asked.

"Apparently Mr. Wheeler is a lawyer. And a good one at that, he's one of the best in the country. They live in a penthouse in Manhattan. Well, I guess I'm going to New York."

Mokuba practically fell off his chair.

"You can't do that! I mean look at you! Someone's going to notice a deceased CEO walking around. Besides, you've got freakin' spikes coming out of your back. If someone doesn't notice the whole dead thing, they're gonna notice those."

Seto sighed. "Mokuba, we both know your right, but I have to do this. I have to show Katsuya that I'm fine. Besides, the lowlife scum that made me like this knows about him. I can't risk anything happening."

Mokuba hunched his shoulders in defeat. Beginning to pout.

"Uh, Uh. No, that isn't going to work."

"But you could get hurt." The black haired boy whined.

Seto picked up a letter opener from the side of his desk as Mokuba watched bewilderedly. He examined the blade for a moment before thrusting it into his chest. Mokuba promptly screamed.

"I'm pretty much dead, Mokie'" he said pulling the blade out of his chest. "I can't get hurt. Well, that is, to the extent of my knowledge."

The boy accepted the answer, but he didn't like it. Not one bit.

A doorbell rang out, disrupting the calm atmosphere of the room. Mokuba muttered an 'I'll get it' and left. A few minutes later he returned, carrying a dry-cleaning bag in his hands.

"You know that one coat you were having made? Well here it is."

Seto grabbed the bag from his brother and laid it across his desk. He unzipped it quickly, a devilish smirk coming upon his lips as he viewed the contents. Mokuba looked curiously over Seto's shoulder.

"That looks like something a vampire would wear."

"I guess its perfect then, isn't it?"

The coat looked similar to the CEO's white trench coat, but it couldn't have been more different. It was made of a jet black cloth, where there had been rounded metal clasps on the shoulders, there were now silver spikes. The collar could extend up to cover the bottom half of his face. The back of the coat had a few criss-crossing chains hanging from it, and the bottom half of the coat flared out even more so than that of his others.

"This is perfect."

Ha Ha! I got out a chapter! Can you believe this was four and a half pages? I may get out one more chapter before I leave, but that will only happen if I get a ton of reviews. Love ya all! R&R please!