Disclaimer: I don't really think that I really have a point in writing this, and I'm pretty sure no one ever actually reads these, which just adds on to the 'I don't really think that I really have a point in writing this' point, so I don't know why I'm doing this… hears noise and glances back and lawyers in angry mob form Oh yeah… heh, heh… Okay, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, but I do own Kida, Rirsi, and anyone else who technically doesn't exist in the show. I also own this plot line, which I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Eight

Rirsi stared blankly at the door. He was attempting to make everything he had just heard make sense. At the moment he was still stuck on the fact that Kida's mom used to be friends with Mokuba, and if she had been friends with Mokuba, she had been friends with his brother.

At that moment Rirsi remembered something. Once, when he was younger he had found a picture of a group of friends. Ryou had been very protective of the picture, and had taken it away from his and told him just to forget about it. Being the gullible little boy he had been back then, he didn't notice how his brother had acted, but now that he thought back to it…

He squinted in the effort of trying to remember what the people in the picture looked like. He remembered that the people were sitting inside some shop, but that was all he could remember. He tried harder, and finally was able to get a blurry image of some people.

On one side of the two people, was a boy with tri-colored hair and stunning crimson eyes, and on the other side was a girl with short chestnut brown hair and soft azure eyes… then he realized something. The girl looked exactly like Kida's mom, well, except younger. He also noticed that the man had the same crimson eyes as Kida, and the same basic hair colors. His eyes widened, could that be…?

Mokuba ran as fast as he could up the stairs of the large mansion. He took a sharp right turn and opened the first door in the hallway. He ran inside and shouted out, "Seto, where does Yugi Motou live?"

Kida walked calmly along the sidewalk, her eyes downcast. She was wondering what Rirsi was up to, when she had asked him if he wanted to walk home with her that day he said that he had something to do, and that he couldn't. She knew that he didn't do any sports, and she was really his only friend, so what could he be up to?

She sighed; perhaps he had some schoolwork to make up? She knew that he wasn't really the most committed student. Or possibly he was talking to the teacher? She had asked him about it and said that he had known Mokuba his entire life. Maybe that was it?

She walked up the stairs of her apartment building and opened the door. She saw that her mother wasn't home and shrugged it off as her going to the grocery store or something. She walked into her room and closed the door after her. She leaned back against the door. What was going on that she didn't know about?

Seto looked at his brother with his eyebrow raised, "And you ask me this now, why?" He questioned Mokuba. After all these years he wanted to get in contact with that title-stealing idiot-pharaoh?

Mokuba just told him, "I think I've finally found the reason why Tea left."

He sat back in the chair of his apartment, it wasn't the most comfortable position, after all, the chair was made out of hard wood, and the only soft part was a small cushion on the seat. He groaned, he really needed to buy a couch.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a loud knock on the door. He sat up and walked over to the door. He didn't often get visitors, seeing as he had abandoned his friends to go and live in a semi-depressed state.

Opening the door he saw someone he had hoped he would never have to see again. "What are you doing here, Kaiba? Is there some reason that after all these years, you've decided to come barging into my home?" He asked in an annoyed tone of voice. Yami really didn't like Kaiba, and he had plenty of reasons.

In fact, off the top of his head, he must have had at least ten:

Kaiba had almost put his light side's grandfather into a coma. Kaiba had gone to great lengths to cheat at duels just so he could win. He had repeatedly called himself and his friends crazy for believing in magic. He had thrown a tournament for the sole purpose of beating him and collecting the god cards. He was the reincarnation of an evil High Priest that betrayed him. He was a good-for-nothing bastard. He hated Joey for absolutely no reason. He was richer than he should have been. He was a jerk. Yami just didn't like his attitude.

There, ten reasons why he hated Kaiba. Well, not all of them were particularly good reasons, but they were reasons.

Seto just stared down at the spiky haired man in front of him. He wasn't as short as he remembered, but he was still a considerable amount smaller than himself. Seto knew that if he stood in that spot saying nothing much longer, he would probably just turn around an leave, so he went straight to the point, "I know something that you might want to hear about," he said.

Yami raised an eyebrow saying, "And that something would be…?" He left the question to hang there for a moment.

"Mokuba found that little girlfriend of yours," Seto said simply. "If you want to know where she is, I'll give you her address."

Yami nodded, trying very hard to grasp what was happening. Seto handed him a piece of paper before leaving him to his thoughts.

Yami only half-understood what had just happened. Why had someone who had hated him so much for so long suddenly want to help him? There was no answer to his question, not that he expected any. That was also the part that he hadn't understood, but the one thing that had definitely clicked was: 'Mokuba found that little girlfriend of yours.' He was pretty sure he knew whom Kaiba had been referring to…

Tea.

Ring… ring… ring… click. The phone was finally picked up and Kida's foot finally ceased it's pounding on the floor.

"Hello…?" The voice on the other line had a hint of worry and anxiety in it. It was obvious that the speaker was under some kind of stress.

"Ryou?" Kida asked quizzically. Ryou had always been a very relaxed person around her, at least, after knowing her for a while. When she had first met him, you would probably think him to be a very shy person, which he probably was, but he had more confidence than people gave him credit for. "Is there something wrong?" She continued, "Did something happen?"

The worry had become more obvious in Ryou's voice, and it seemed as if he was trying very hard to not suddenly combust and go into 'meltdown mode', as Rirsi had teasingly called it. "I'm not sure," He said in a quiet, stuttering voice, "Rirsi hasn't gotten home yet, and he hasn't called."

Kida glanced over at the clock. 3:57 p.m., it read in bold red numbers. Rirsi was always home before her, and now she knew Ryou was worried. Despite what people would guess from his rude (and in her opinion, slightly- which is a large understatement- attractive) personality, he was incredibly bright, and knew what he should do to keep his brother's nerves from going out of control. Unless something was wrong, or somehow managing to shock Rirsi into a state of unawareness so that he had no idea how long he had stood there, most likely staring at a wall or something, there was definitely something to worry about.

Kida tried to calm her nerves while she told Ryou gently, "I'm sure that Rirsi's fine, he probably just got distracted at some game shop and didn't think to call," she said. "If it would make you feel better, I'll go look for him…?"

Kida waited calmly for her best friend's brother to respond, "Alright," he said hesitantly, but if you find anything, please call me!" The last part was said with emotion leaking from each word, making Kida nervous and pitiful at the same time.

"Okay," she said, "I'll find him as soon as possible." With that said she hung up the phone and ran out of her apartment building with nothing but a quick 'good-bye' to her mother.

A/N: Okay, this chapter was longer than the others were. I think if sucked, though. No, wait! This story is PG, beep that out, beep that out NOW! Wait a second, which don't I just rewrite it? I don't know, and I don't really care, it's fun to do stupid things like that, I don't exactly get to do them often, because I really don't write humorous fan-fics, as you can tell. Oh yeah, I'm sorry if I don't update often, but I really want a lot of reviews, and even if I do get them, I get distracted reading my favorite new type of fan-fic, and EC fic, from The Phantom of the Opera, or the French book, Le Fantome de la Opera, or something like that… anyways, read and review, people! Love ya!