Mokuba went back to work starting work on weeding the vegetable garden. He knew he had to work fast if he wanted to get both done before supper. It wasn't easy and he still lacked a small section but had to stop cause he was already going to be late starting supper. Normally his stepmother would be angry and forbid him to have dinner for starting so late. However, she was in a generous mood today and liked the job he did on the gardens.

He fixed hamburger steak and potatoes. At least with those cooking he could rest a little before taking it to Seto then getting back to work. Though he couldn't shake the dizzy feeling he'd been getting lately.

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After he served, everyone and they were satisfied and he was allowed to leave; he took the tray down and handed it to Seto. Seto took it and much to Mokuba's surprise, he set it on the bench next to them.

Seto then patted his legs. "Sit down, we need to talk." Mokuba straddled Seto's legs and Seto pulled him forward a little. "Okay Ryo and I talked."

'Great I'm afraid to know what they talked about.'

"He told me that the family only gives you so much food to eat. So, are you giving me your food?"

"I h-have to get back to w-work." Mokuba said starting to get up to avoid the question but then he started to get light headed and his knees gave way and he collapsed on Seto's chest.

"Mokuba! Are you all right?" Mokuba just nodded his head against Seto's chest. Seto hugged him tight. "It's okay kid you're all right now, you just rest."

"I-I c-can't, I have to f-finish." Mokuba said sitting up and then tried to get up again.

Seto had other ideas; he wasn't going to let the kid go without resting first. He got away once, before Seto could stop him but he wasn't going to let it happen again. "No, no way you're too weak. Now besides the other day when we ate sandwiches, how much have you eaten?"

Mokuba sighed as Seto tightened his grip on his waist and refused to let him go so he sat back down but avoided looking at Seto. His refusal to tell him pretty much gave Seto his answer.

'I wish Ryo hadn't told him.' Mokuba thought.

Seto didn't have to be told, the way Mokuba was avoiding looking at him and his refusal to say one way or the other told Seto all that he needed to know. He pulled the boy into a firm hug and rubbed his back. "I really wish you had told me."

Mokuba didn't say anything. 'This is the exact reason I didn't want him to know! He'd only feel bad and make me feel even worse.'

"Okay now sit up."

Mokuba sighed. 'What now?'

Seto then took the tray and set it basically in between his and Mokuba's stomachs. He then started to cut the hamburger into bit size pieces and held a piece up to Mokuba. Needless to say, this was the last thing Mokuba expected.

"B-but i-it's yours."

"I am not going to sit here and eat this while you starve yourself. Now we either share it or we both go hungry."

"Y-you'd t-throw it o…out?"

"Yes, I'm not going to let you starve to death because of me. So are you going to take it or not?"

"Y-you sure?"

"Mokuba you're a very sweet kid. I don't understand how those people can hate you so much. Now please eat this."

'He truly cares what happens to me.' Mokuba reached over, then took Seto's hand, dipped it in the ketchup and then ate it. He had poured a little ketchup and a little steak sauce on the plate cause he wasn't sure which Seto would prefer. Seto was surprised when the kid took his hand he thought he'd push it towards him.

'I guess I've hit a break through in our relationship, if he's willing to accept sharing. It's strange I never thought in all my years I'd ever willingly share with anyone. I remember growing up Yami would often tease me when he'd steal stuff off my plate and I'd yell at him. I remember he'd tell me I was the most selfish person in the world. I guess little Mokuba here's changing that.'

"I-is s-something wrong?" Mokuba asked, as Seto seemed lost in space.

"What?" that seemed to snap Seto out of his daydream. "No kiddo just daydreaming." Seto said putting his bite in the steak sauce. Seto continued like this giving Mokuba apiece then taking a bite for himself. Then he mashed the potatoes up in the butter the scraped it out of its skin and onto the plate. He did the same as he did with the meat, a fork full for Mokuba then himself. Then some of it got into the ketchup and Mokuba giggled at the look on Seto's face. "You think its funny do you?"

"T-the look on y-your face, yeah." Mokuba said lowering his head and stopped smiling when he said the last.

Seto lifted his chin. "No you don't sweetheart, I want to see that smile."

Mokuba blinked in surprise no one had ever told that or called him that, or at least not that he really remembered. "Y-you do?"

Seto smiled but was a little saddened realizing that obviously no one had ever told him that before. "Yes, I do. I'm going to try to hear more of that laugh of yours too. Now any suggestions on how to get the ketchup off of this?"

Mokuba smiled. Seto loved that smile. "O-one."

"Oh and what's that?"

Mokuba didn't answer just closed his eyes and opened his mouth.

Seto was surprised. "You want it?"

Mokuba nodded and so Seto gave it to him and saw the kid lap it up. 'Either the kid likes it or he's just so hungry he doesn't care.'

"Good."

"You like it like that?" Seto asked. Sure Yami put a lot of strange things together but ketchup on potatoes wasn't one of them.

"Better when it's cut than this way or m-mashed. But good no matter what."

'Okay he's defiantly a strange kid, sweet but strange.'

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When they finished, Mokuba looked out and noticed it was getting dark.

"You're not going back out there, tonight."

"B-but Seto."

"No, now lay down, here next to me."

Mokuba sighed. 'I guess Seto's not going to let me go. Oh well.' He then did as he was told and curled up under the covers. He wasn't sure on his next question so he just sat there next to Seto to think. Then he decided to venture a question. "Seto."

"What's up kid?"

Mokuba shook his head, he couldn't ask. Seto wasn't sure what it was the kid wanted so he pulled him close and rubbed his arm. Mokuba smiled and snuggled up. The look on the kids face told him that this was obviously his question to snuggle into him.

"Mokuba can I ask you a question?"

"S-sure Seto."

"I've never heard your father's voice. Where is he?"

"D-dead."

"Oh I-I'm sorry, how old were you when he died?"

"F-five."

"Well how old are you now?"

Mokuba just kind of shrugged his shoulders.

"You don't know? Well when do you celebrate your birthday?"

"I d-don't. We never celebrated it again after m-my father died."

"You mean there was a time that they actually cared for you?"

"N-not much, but m-my father did. He c-cared about me a l-lot, he w-was really n-nice, from what I re-remember. They've always b-blamed m-me for his death though."

"Why, how did he die?"

"F-from what I've b-been told he went to town to l-look for work cause all the crops w-were bad that year."

"You farm?"

"Not since he d-died, though m-my step mother h-has said w-when I get older we-we will."

Seto hadn't wanted to tell him but hearing this he wanted to but the more he debated the more he was still just a touch afraid the kid would reject him. He was certain by now the fear was an irrational one. After what's happened but didn't want to chance messing up the progress, they'd made.

"S-Seto?"

"Sorry go ahead."

"F-father went to the n-next town o-over cause he-he couldn't find work h-here. N-Noah said he was killed with the king."

'The stranger they said that was killed with my father was Mokuba's father. Okay this is too much of a coincidence. He said he was five when his father died so that means…that means he'd be about the same age as my brother would be.' Seto thought stroking the kid's hair and smiled faintly as he watched the kid snuggle up that much more. 'Could it really be just a coincidence or is there more too it? Could he really be my brother? I mean he and Ryo both did say he was abandoned here.'

"Seto?"

"What is it Mokuba?" Seto said with no emotion as he was trying to think.

Mokuba often hearing the same cold dismissive tone from Noah and the others just looked down; then turned away from Seto. 'Obviously he doesn't want to talk to me anymore.'

When Mokuba didn't answer his question at first he thought nothing of it till the kid turned away from him. Seto started to mentally kick himself. He can't lose the kid's trust at this point not when they've come so far in such a short length of time. So, he leaned over and down to kiss his forehead, placed his hand on his head and stroked his hair. "Sorry kiddo, I was thinking, I honestly didn't mean to ignore you. Now what was it you wanted?"

Mokuba shook his head no. But Seto wasn't going to have it. So, he pulled the boy into his arms and rocked him lightly. Mokuba relaxed, snuggled up and before Seto realized it, he'd put the kid to sleep. 'Well I guess I'll never know what it was he wanted, maybe I'll find out tomorrow.'

Seto did his best to sleep, but it was hard to do. He kept think about all that he'd learned.

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Meanwhile Ryo gave the letter to Bakura who gave him an odd look when he told him to give it to Yami. Bakura couldn't believe he'd had the nerve to just show such causal regard for the head Royal Advisor and Confidant and not bother to call him Master Yami!

"You dare to call him anything but Master Yami!"

"What's your problem?"

"My problem is your total disregard for respect."

'What is his problem? Seto asked me to give it him to give to Yami. What's so wrong with that?'

What Bakura failed to understand was that Ryo didn't know who Yami was or Seto either for that matter so he was greatly confused by Bakura's hostility!

"Look a friend ask me to give that to you to give Yami and that Yami could get it to his family. He was hurt and he's recovering but he wanted to let his family know he was all right. What's your problem?"

"Fine I'll take it to him."