A/N: Oh Lord, give me names! I hate to come up with names for characters—is that why I rather write fan fiction? Because names are already given? However, any ideas for what names to use? Everything is appreciated! Any guesses from where I've snatched the names:-)

Well, there's a bit of Mokuba x Rebecca in this and the following chapters. Actually, it does not really matter who's with Mokuba; it's just a side-pairing. Again, past in italics!

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Chapter Two

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When Kisara awoke she didn't quite know where she was. However, then her memory came back, and with that the picture of the man who should have been by her side. Where was he? She pushed her small feet from out under the covers and stepped onto the soft carpet in front of the bed. Everything here was amazingly beautiful and very fine she realized. Slowly and warily she toddled to the door that led to a long hallway.

The corridor's floor was made of cleanly polished marble and there was the sound of her naked feet touching the ground as she walked down the hallway. From out of one room she could make out a male voice she immediately was drawn to. It was very quiet inside the big house and apart from the voice of the man there was nothing to hear and nobody to see. Did he live all by himself in this huge house?

The small girl gazed inside the room where the voice was coming from and saw the man who had introduced himself as Seto. Shyly she stood there in the doorframe and looked at the tall-grown brunette who was sitting at a big oak desk and was talking on the phone. His blue eyes met hers all of a sudden, so that she was almost startled.

"You better hurry. I assume you're going to take care of that, Takeshi."

Kaiba put down the receiver and stood up. He took only a few steps toward the anxious girl before stopping and grabbing the phone again.

"Akane, prepare dinner for my guest and bring some old clothes from my brother. Thank you."

Then he turned back to the girl who was tugging nervously at her shabby dress.

"Kisara."

His tender voice made her look him in the eye. Kaiba forgot for just one moment what he was about to say. Those light-blue eyes of this child let him freeze on the spot, as if he had seen them once before in his life. But that could not be, and his mind returned to the words he wanted to say.

"Akane, the maid, is going to give you some clothes to wear later. First you should go and take a bath. Is that okay?"

Kisara nodded.

"When you're done, please come down into the dining room. I'd like to eat breakfast together with you."

"Okay," the girl said slowly just when the maid knocked and entered the room.

"Mr. Kaiba, I've got some old things from your brother here. I think they should fit the child. Breakfast will be ready within a minute, sir." The woman with the short brown hair bowed brusquely.

"Thank you, Akane. Kisara shall take a hot bath and then come down." Kaiba nodded, pleased, and with a last glance to the girl he went downstairs.

Akane looked at the small girl and took her hand in hers. She seemed to be a kind lady, Kisara concluded. Akane told her that she had had two small children herself but they were now already high school students. She told Kisara once she had asked her where the clothes came from that Mr. Kaiba had a younger brother, who was also an adult by now and not living in the house anymore.

"Seto is nice, isn't he?" Two bright blue orbs stared at Akane.

Akane coughed. "Let's get you in the bath."

Kisara felt quite good after the bath. Those stupid bruises didn't hurt that much anymore and the clothes she was wearing were comfortably big and soft. On her shirt was a picture of a really gorgeous dragon. Smiling she walked along next to Akane down into the dining room where Seto looked up from the newspaper. Kisara took a seat at the table and let Akane serve the breakfast. Eggs, bacon, freshly baked bread. Everything a heart desired. Plus, to crown what felt like a dream to Kisara there was hot chocolate.

"How are you feeling?" Seto asked the slightly fussily wound up girl whose feet gradually seemed to swing under the table.

"Fine," she said with a smiled and gazed at him. "It's so nice here, Seto."

When he heard his name from out of her mouth, the corners of his mouth twitched into a small smile.

"Are you from out of the orphanage?" The question was situated closely because Kaiba knew the place was quite close to where he had found Kisara. The girl nodded hesitantly. "Why did you run away?"

Kisara stopped eating and stared ruefully down. Her eyes filled with tears against her will as she thought back to the orphanage. How could Seto even know? How did he know that she had run away? Of course she couldn't know that after his speculations he had already called the orphanage's headmaster and informed him about the child's whereabouts.

"I know how terrible the orphanage is," he said and got a questioning look. She could hardly believe what she had heard. He knew how it was like? "So Kisara, would you like to tell me why you've run away?"

"They don't like me," she said lowly and nearly inaudible. "Do I have to go back?"

"No," he replied in a firm tone. "You can stay here. I've already arranged all necessary details for an adoption."

"Does that mean you're going to be my Daddy?" she asked with huge eyes, hardly believing him in the course of all of her joy.

No one had ever wanted her and suddenly, out of the blue there was this kind man who just wanted her to stay with him that easily. It was just like a dream. The same dream she dreamt every night. The dream of being happy. She couldn't help but stand up, run to Seto and hug him.

Kaiba didn't really know how to reply. Normally well expressed and eloquent, he wasn't prepared for the question about being her 'daddy'. He had never thought about the role he would take. Everything he knew was that she would stay with him. When the child hugged him, he closed his eyes and for the first time in years he felt just a little happy.

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Sometimes things seemed to care of themselves. Seto Kaiba had no idea but the loss should have also positive consequences. He was sitting in his office and programming one of his newest software developments when one his employees knocked on his door and entered the room.

"Mr. Kaiba, I'd like to go home. My son has called. He's sick and need to be taken care of," she spoke even though her expectations were lying far beneath her hopes.

But Seto nodded.

The woman bowed deeply before she left the room gratefully. Her boss had changed, even if nobody knew exactly whether positively or negatively. He seemed often zoned out, and one could literally feel the grief of his black soul. But he seemed to have developed a heart, too. Everyone knew how that came, yet no one had ever dared to voice it out loud.

Seto Kaiba hadn't been in his company for a long time. He was working from at home or even wouldn't work at all. People acknowledged only was that he officially was sick, but they contemplated that the reason for his departure was the tragic loss of his fatherhood. When the president of Kaiba Corporation finally came back to accomplish to his duties, there had come many rumors with him, too. But never ever Kaiba had conveyed anything about it himself.

He was just different.

Seto once again stared at the screen of his laptop. Not that he was thinking about something concrete. He was just staring into space like he did so often since he was back at work. The ringing of the phone should snap him out of his daze.

"Kaiba," was his ever so simple reply.

There was a long pause and Seto was about to put the receiver back down, but something seemed to stop him from doing so. He couldn't explain it himself.

"Seto?" A clearing of one's throat could be heard. "This is Mokuba."

The older of the two brothers was speechless. Mokuba had never before called the company since he wasn't living with Seto anymore. Actually Mokuba had never tried to reach Seto somewhere during the last four years. He sent cards on a regular basis on holidays and birthdays and one day even an invitation. It had been the wedding of him and his big love Becky.

But Seto couldn't and wouldn't put it all past him and attend the big event as a guest.

The last mail from Mokuba had been months ago when he and Rebecca let Seto know that she had given birth to their son. Seto wanted and craved inertly to see the youngest of the Kaibas but once again didn't have the necessary nerve to do so. And everything because of some stupid argument, resulting from Mokuba's plan to live with Rebecca in the United States. Seto couldn't show his brother the required tolerance and accused him for leaving Seto and Kaiba Corporation to rot. It was silly but to Seto it was not as silly as Mokuba's idea to go. He could have lived with Rebecca in Domino. And so Mokuba voiced out what had never been voiced out but clearly visible, to him at least.

Seto would never accept Rebecca as who she was and respect her for that.

In the end Seto blamed Rebecca for Mokuba's unwise decision to live in the US. The younger brother was hoping madly that his older brother would come to his senses and wouldn't be mad at him anymore, but instead Seto let him choose: whether it was Rebecca or Seto.

With that the fate of his decision was sealed.

Mokuba went.

Four long years Seto had lived without him and just a few weeks ago he had seen him again. Unfortunately at that particular time Seto didn't have the strength or the time to face his brother. Because now that Seto felt regret and wished peace for his soul as well as harmony in his family, he wanted to achieve Mokuba's trust again.

But the elder Kaiba just was nothing other than an incapable soul. Damaged. Nonetheless, in the past Mokuba had loved him thoroughly. Perhaps he would do that again some time. But Seto did not worry about it right now. His frown concerned something else. Merely the hope that nothing bad was the reason for Mokuba calling filled Seto's mind.

In the end Seto was still the same.

"Seto, listen to me. I know probably you don't like seeing me or talking to me but I… I will come to Domino again next week. I was hoping… well, that we could see each other, maybe." Mokuba was trembled while he was talking. It would be a lot more helpful if Seto said something. "Well, you can always give me a call if you like. You've got my number. I'd be very happy… Nii-sama."

Just when the last of Mokuba's word emitted from out of his mouth Seto's mind connected with the ability to speak. "I'm sorry, Mokuba. Our argument and everything. I'm sorry about that."

Again there was silence at the other end before the ebony-haired man continued: "I miss my nii-sama a lot."

"Please, be my guest when you… your family will be in Domino. I'd be glad." Seto had made his offer. For the whole of Mokuba's still small family.

"You mean we all…?"

"Yes. I've spoken about you, your wife and your son. I'd be very glad to see him. I'm afraid I did have the opportunity when you last visited."

With that it was sealed. The brothers exchanged dates about Mokuba's arrival and finished their talk. Things took care of themselves in a very odd way.

It gave Seto strength. Strength craved for a long time.

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End of chapter two.

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Sorry about the strange use of terms sometimes; that's because of the translation! My German is quite complicated what sounds a little awkward translated to English.

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