Chapter twenty-one peoples, chapter twenty-one. This is not the last chapter, but we are getting close. Be aware that there will be a sequel. Do you hear me? A SEQUEL. So any of you peeps who don't like the ending will be very happy when that rolls around. OR, to make it easier, do you all want me to just continue it on this one? To all my reviewer's, thank you. You all never fail to inspire me : )

Warnings: Use of the F-word. This is how I vent.

Lil' note before we start, have you ever noticed that immoral is kind of like the root of immortality? Does that mean that you have to do something really bad to live forever?

Without further ado, Chapter Twenty-One.

-Show Me How It Ends-

Stage Twenty-One: Desecration

Shizuka walked up to her brother's door, she raised her hand and knocked lightly.

"Katsu? Are you awake?" She was answered with a groan and what sounded like a muffled 'go 'way'. She gently cracked open the door, before opening it fully. She walked over to the bed and lightly shook her brother. "…no…lee me lone…"

"Get up Katsu! C'mon!"

The blonde rolled over, a pillow in his grasp quickly made contact with the side of his sister's head. "You prat!" She yelled, swatting the lump still underneath the sheets. "You know, FINE! You just stay in bed!" Shizuka angrily walked out of the room, slamming the door as she went.

"Maybe I will…"

Jou rolled back over and stared at his clock.

"7:30? She woke me up at 7:30? For what?"

The blonde suddenly noticed that the bed seemed a bit empty…wait…Jou shot up and stared at the spot where Seto should have been.

"Oh, fuck that."

He looked around almost frantically, searching for any sign of the brunet. His eyes landed on a piece of folded paper resting on his nightstand. He reached out to grab the sheet when he noticed his finger. His right pointer finger. The one he had cut last night. Okay, he thought he cut it, except there was no wound or scar or anything.

"Huh. That's interesting."

Katsuya let it slide for the time being and opened the note.

Katsuya,

By the time you wake up I will most likely be gone. Don't start thinking that I don't care about you or any crap like that. I just need to go get some stuff in order and inform Mokuba that I'm not dead…you know what I mean. I'm guessing that after last night this qualifies as a relationship (pffft, who am I kidding? I fucking love you.) I'll try to be back as soon as I can.

Seto

Well, no one ever said Seto wasn't romantic…in his own little way. Jou smiled lightly and placed the note back in its original place and tugged the covers over his head, he might as well go back to sleep.

Shizuka threw herself onto the couch and groaned softly as she thought about the events of the past few weeks. "I should get paid for this…"

The doorbell sounded and she resisted the urge to start crying. "God-damn it." She walked to the door and pulled it open slowly. A fairly tall black haired man stood before her. He was dressed finely and he had a noble look about him. If not for his ebony eyes, he would have been very handsome.

"Hello, I'm looking for Jounouchi Katsuya. Is he here?"

Shizuka recognized the sort of accent the man possessed was the same as Seto's, and that slightly unnerved her. A feeling in her gut told her to be cautious around him.

"Ummm…he's asleep. Maybe you could come back later."

She moved to close the door, but the man reached out and held the door firmly.

"That's alright, I can wait."

Shizuka let go of the door and backed away from the man. (Who will now be referred to as Matthew, because that is who he is. Keep in mind that the characters don't know this.)

"W-who are you?" She asked tentatively.

"My name is Matthew Ravencroft."

Shizuka froze. Wasn't the guy who made Seto a vampire named Matthew? Matthew closed the door and advanced on the brunette. His gaze met her's; and she silently began to panic as she realized that she couldn't look away.

"Now you're going to be a good little girl and go to your room. You're going to lock your door and you're not going to come out for anything, understand?"

The young Jounouchi nodded wordlessly and walked to her room, all the while staring blankly at nothing. The door shut and a small click was heard. Matthew smiled slightly and made his way down the hall. He presumed that the girl's room was next to her brother's. And in this notion, he was correct. Slipping into the second bedroom, he was met with the sight of a sleeping blonde.

"Hmm…so she was telling the truth after all…"

Matthew moved to close the curtains.

"…Seto…?"

He turned back towards the bed.

"Not quite."

"MOKUBA! MOKUBA, OPEN THIS DOOR!"

Seto pounded his fist on the wood like there was no tomorrow.

"Okay! Okay, just hold on!" Was the muffled reply.

A small black-haired head poked out into the hallway. Soon followed by the rest of Mokuba's pajama clad body.

"Seto? Why are you here instead of at Jou's?"

The brunet was speechless. Matthew had made it sound like he had done something to Mokuba…

"Are you okay?"

Mokuba blinked cutely. "I was going to ask you the same thing. Are you going to stand out in the hall all day?"

Seto glanced around. "No…I wasn't."

The younger Kaiba stared at his brother. Seto didn't look that great. He reached out and grabbed Seto's coat, before pulling him into their room.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Did Matthew come by?"

"The guy that called? No, he didn't."

Seto stopped to think about what he was hearing. 'Matthew said Mokuba was missing me…and I automatically assume something's wrong. But nothing's wrong…' "Oh God"

"What is it?"

"I…I have to go."

Seto turned around and sprinted out the open door.

"Seto!"

Okay, it's not twice as long but this is what I've got in two days so bear with me. I'll try to get another chapter out next week, but with school starting, I don't know what will happen. Please review!