It was about 2 o'clock of the afternoon, school was almost over and the kids of the class 402 were eager to go home. The teacher had excused herself with the children and had gone to the bathroom to take care of some feminine issues, and of course they found the perfect occasion to play a little and have a well deserved recess.

A group or girls were chatting around another that was holding a magazine, yelling every time they spotted a hot guy. Well, at eleven girls were pretty much interested in boys, and so they were, but not that much; they rather play soccer with an empty can of soda, or have a duel of monsters, and that was exactly what the whole 12 boys that were in the class were doing. Six were totally concentrated in the can-like ball game, while the other six were setting the arena using their chairs and desks. Girls weren't really paying attention, except for one that was annoying a raven kid that was about to duel.

-Oh come on, Mokuba! Lend me your deck, please- the girl asked the boy using her best puppy eyes she knew she had.

-I can't, I'm gonna use it-

-Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase- she begged again

- Tell me Rika, how am I supposed to duel without my deck, uh?-

- You can borrow mine- she said innocently

-Right. If yours was any good, you wouldn't be asking for mine-

The girl just giggled and said nothing more. It wasn't that her deck sucked, she was looking for an excuse to talk to him. Yeah, she had a little crush on him, nothing obsessive, or maybe a bit. If taking pictures of him while he didn't notice was obsessive well then she was.

By the time the teacher arrived, the room was a total mess, kids screaming, punching, kicking, not mentioning having holograms everywhere.

-What have I told you guys about bringing your duel disks to school? - The teacher scolded and immediately everyone took their seats. Actually, they went to get their respective desk and chair so they could do so.

After a couple of minutes the class was in complete silence. Mss. Hagurashi, that was the teacher's name, had a dorky grin on her face. They wondered what was she up to.

-Ok, class, anyone has an idea what are we celebrating on Sunday?-

A blonde girl raised her hand.

-My birthday- she claimed cheerfully

-Oh that's right! - Mss Hagurashi nodded pretending she already knew –But that's not the answer I was looking for. Anyone else?-

A brunette boy raised his hand this time

-Mother's day!-

-Exactly! That's why right now we are going to make a nice card that we are going to give our mom's tomorrow at the special event we are having in the auditorium-

Almost all were cheering and applauding, not because they had to make cards, but because of what it implied: wars of glitter, glued paper and paper balls. Still it wasn't an enthusiastic idea for Mokuba. Yeah, there were kids who didn't have a mother either but at least they had a sister, an aunt or a grandma they could consider as such. He didn't have any of those. Nor sister, nor aunt, nor cousin, nor grandma. That reminded him of the strange situation in her brother's office two days ago. He had refused to explain anything, saying it was nothing to care about. If only there were a brother's day, then he would gladly make all the cards the teacher wanted. He began picturing himself drawing the most amazing Blue Eyes White Dragon and the face of his big brother when he saw it.

"He would love it" he thought. He was so absorbed in his daydreaming that he didn't notice when Mss Higurashi had left on his desk a piece of pink cardboard, a couple of markers and a tiny set of glitter. He looked at the card-making materials with doubt. How could his teacher be so clueless and not remember his mother had passed away, 'cause it's not like she didn't know, it was part of her job to know to avoid awkward situations like those. If he had wanted to he could have said something to her and make her feel really guilty for forgetting, but he decided not to. He would make it, even when he didn't have anyone to give it to, he did feel like drawing and pasting papers anyway.

After about ten minutes Mss Higurashi had ordered the children to start working, she spotted Mokuba who was coloring a drawing he had made, and instantaneously remember it.

"Oh crap" she muttered, and approached quickly to his desk.

-Mokuba, I'm sorry, I don't know how I could forget. You don't have to do this- the teacher apologized with profound guilt in her voice

-It's ok. I want to-

-Are you sure?-

The boy just nodded, and kept with what he was doing. Who was he kidding? He didn't want to make a stupid card. He wanted to cry. He couldn't help thinking how hard it must have been for his brother too. Having a mother one day, then not having it the next day. And it was his fault, at least that's how he felt.

"If I wasn't born, you would still have a mom, Seto" he thought

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The entire school day had been as dull as watching the mutt duel. Probably it was because he had to listen to him talking about "His glorious days" and how he almost beat Pegasus in Duelist Kingdom; while pathetic others even had to threaten to kill themselves in order to win stars he got easily.

"Asshole" Kaiba thought when he remembered the mutt's words "Pathetic others, that mutt." He growled in his mind. He wasn't pathetic. He did what he needed to do to get to his brother, Mokuba. Besides, he wouldn't have lost in Pegasus hadn't been cheating. He could kick anyone's ass when he wanted to; there was no one like Seto Kaiba, great CEO of Kaiba Corp.

The day at Kaiba Corp hadn't been a delight either, well just a little bit. Firing people was always fun. After that woman, that claimed to be his relative, was let in so easily by his incompetent receptionist, he had decided to replace some of his employees. And because he didn't trust the Human Resource department, he had decided to make the job interviews himself, and that wasn't fun at all. Hell, he was tired. He would take a quick bath, a bite of whatever the maid had cooked and highway to work, again. What could he say? He didn't trust his employees anymore, not after the whole Big Five situation, or any situation. They had let him down always.

He just hoped that by the time he got home Mokuba had done all his homeworks and studied for all his exams. He couldn't allow himself to be his Math, English and Language teacher if he wanted to finish the work he's got left to do before tomorrow. That's why he paid for Mokuba's private tutor. He didn't have the time to be the helping big brother, or the one he could play videogames with. He just couldn't, at least while he had to be Kaiba's Corp CEO and a full time Domino High student.

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Mokuba was really focused in trying to kill a bunch of zombies and not getting himself killed by Nemesis, when unexpectedly the whole electric power of his bedroom went off

-Damn! Seto!- he complained.

He knew it wasn't an electric failure. It just was bed time. His smart big brother had invented a system that would cut the whole electric power of his bedroom when it was 10 PM.

-Seto! I was about to kill Nemesis!- the raven boy rumbled standing in front of his big brother's desk.

-That's what you say every night- he responded without taking the sight from his laptop

-I'm not going to school tomorrow, anyway-

-Tomorrow is Friday, you've got class, so go to bed-

-There's no reason for me to be there- he said with sort of sadness in his voice

-Why is that?- Still no looking

-'Cause I've got no one to give this-

Mokuba took a folded piece of cardboard from the pocket of the uniform he was still wearing (Yes, he can be really untidy) and left it on Seto's desk. But by the time Kaiba decided to finally pay him a bit of attention, he was already gone. He stared at the pink cardboard next to his laptop, wondering what it could be. So he took it and without delay realized what his little brother had meant.

"Screw it" Kaiba muttered. Work could wait

He went to Mokuba's bedroom and found the door closed. He knocked.

-I'm sleeping. Go away!- His little brother demanded

-Open up, Mokuba. You know I can get the keys from the maid-

After a couple of seconds, Mokuba opened the door. The entire room was in the shadows. Kaiba entered a code and soon the lights and the TV went on, though he turned this last object off. He was staring at his little brother that was lying on his bed, trying to figure out what to say.

-You can stay home tomorrow-

"Dumbass! That's the only thing you can say to your brother" he snapped himself mentally. Oh no, he was crying. Had he made him cry?

-Mokuba…-

-I'm sorry Seto. I'm sorry- the boy said between sobs, embracing tight his big brother

-Sorry for what Moki?- He was holding his brother really tight too.

-I'm sorry for taking mother away from you-

It wasn't the first time he heard his little brother say those words. He knew he felt guilty for their mother's death but he had explained him a zillion of times he didn't blame him at all.

-Moki it's not your fault…- Now he was staring at him with his deep blue eyes, as he held his shoulders.

-Yes it is Seto. She died giving birth to me! How isn't that my fault!-

-Listen to me very well Mokuba. There hasn't been a second in my life that I have wished you had never been born. I don't think I could have made it through without you. You kept me going every time I was ready to give up. And if it wasn't for you getting me out from the office I think I would have gone insane a long time ago. - They both chuckled and shared a sights- …There are things that happen that we can't explain, and we look for someone to blame so we can feel better, but that doesn't solve anything…You weren't responsible for her death, Moki. Things just…went wrong

Mokuba cleaned the tears from his face and embraced his big brother one more time. He wanted to believe his words; he wanted to believe it wasn't his fault, that things just went wrong. He wanted to have a mother. He wanted Seto to have a mother. He wanted their father to be alive. What if they were the richest people of Domino But he couldn't help it. If everyone could have heard what he had just told him wouldn't think he was cold-hearted. But they couldn't, so they would probably keep saying it. He knew he wasn't, and that was enough.

-Seto, I miss them-

Kaiba just kissed his little brother's forehead and said nothing else. The gesture surprised no only Mokuba but himself. He didn't use to make such expressions of affection, however this time he felt like. An idiot impulse he couldn't help. He did want to tell him he missed them too, but he was scared it would free the monster it had taken him so much to control.

-It's ok… - Was the only thing he managed to say

Mokuba nodded while cleaning some hidden tears.

-You better get some rest-

-Yes… Good night Seto-

-Good night, Moki-

And his brother left.

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It was odd but it was just now that he felt the tie was suffocating him or it what something else? He wanted to believe it was the tie. He removed the silky piece of clothe, however he still felt like it was hard to breath, like there was something in his throat like… a knot. It was BS, that's what it was. They were stupid emotions that used to bother him from time to time. Then he remembered it. The envelopes that woman had given to him. He was so pissed that day he didn't even bother to take a look, although now he was feeling curious. He went to his desk, and sat on the chair that was in front of it, staring at the desk's drawers for almost a minute. After a short debate in his mind, he decided to get the envelopes he had left in one of the wooden boxes. There were a bunch, around thirty or more, the paper was really old, and all of them were directed to Mina Tanaka. All of them sent by Yukio Obayashi…

-Obayashi- Kaiba whispered to himself

It used to be his last name. It used to be his brother's last name. Somehow now it seemed like something strange. In the orphanage last names weren't important, didn't matter at all. Why would they when sooner or later they would be replaced, as was his. He wasn't longer an Obayashi; he was a Kaiba now, whatever that meant... Yukio Obayashi was indeed his father's name; it was something he had managed to keep hidden in his memory like a precious treasure of the happy times of his past… But were those letters real, or it was just a scamp of that woman to get money from him?

With a shaky hand he opened the first envelope. He noticed it was written about almost nineteen years ago. And so he started reading… Who seemed to be his dad was telling this Mina woman about his pregnant wife and how happy and eager he felt about his first son whom they have decided to name Seto… Nevertheless, this first letter wasn't proof enough of authenticity to the young brunette. Anyone could have written that. He dug in the bunch of old papers, looking for a relatively more recent one. He picked one that dated few days later of the picture that that woman had given him was took. His eyes scanned quickly the words, seeking for something that proved those were real… And there it was… The song… Suddenly the knot of his throat seemed to have grown…

-Control yourself, damn it! - He scolded himself.

Nonetheless, control didn't seem possible. He wasn't feeling like Seto Kaiba… His mind had traveled ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen years ago… He was just a little kid, sitting in front of a big black piano… A young man sitting next to him, playing the most beautiful song he had even heard… He was teaching the little kid the song...

-Angelus- Seto muttered

And Seto knew he needed to read more…