Thank you reviewers:

Starwolf4 – I had different plans, but that could work too. If you want it that is…

Ilvryn E – I'm sorry I couldn't get this story updated sooner than I did.

SetoxSerenity4ever – I would definitely keep your options open. After all, sometimes everything can't be seen under the looking glass.

Komo Pineconeseed – I'm not so sure I have seen that show before, but I am guessing its really good! I'm glad that I have made it enough suspenseful for you!

svakee2000 – Like the board game "Clue" You have to figure out who did it, in what room, and with what object.

GoldenStar – Or just in the wrong place at the wrong time. You know those kind of people? They seem to have everything go wrong in their lives.

DoomDevilGirl - I'm so sorry I didn't get this up earlier. I hope that you were able to live off those sandwiches. Although, not very healthy. makes face uck.

Little Karma – Here's ur update!

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Dark-princess-doomed – Well it all depends on opinion.

Hakiruo – If you grew up in the business of KC knowing that your brother died, and the murder hasn't been caught yet…I think some fingers want to point at people.

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Goddess of the Winter – even though it might be intense, I just hope that it catches your interest and keeps it! (smiles)

Written by – Chika of the high Mts
Started writing – 8/7/05 – revised 9/10/05 – updated

I am very sorry. But with all that has been going on at my house, I have had major writer's block.

Chapter 12
Five Dayz: Second thoughts

Mokuba sat down at his desk. He folded his arms over the flat surface and laid his head on top of them. He closed his eyes for a brief second. As if seeing everything through his eyelids, he pictured Serenity actually getting caught. The tears could not be held up as the young woman was placed in hand cuffs and swiftly pushed inside a cop car. The lights shined and suffused around the surroundings of dilapidated apartments and alleys. Serenity knew she had lost. She took a glance at him—Mokuba—standing as the scene unfolded. Both of their eyes clashed.

The young Kaiba snapped his eyes open. He stared at the computer screen. His older brother's files and death files filled the monitor. How could he benefit from this? Sending Serenity to jail could permit media to get a hold of this. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea…No. It was a fine idea, and he was going to stick with it. You can't just make a decision and then decide to go back on it. You have to stick with it, even under pressure. Maybe he should take his mind off this for awhile. You know... take the vacation that Sakura and Serenity have been always nagging on him to take. Serenity. What if she had nothing to do with it? Could she actually be speaking the petrified truth?

Pushing out from the desk, Mokuba stood up. He ambled out of the room in search for his brother. In no doubt, he probably still hadn't left the TV room. Mokuba headed in the general direction. Whilst taking his time.

Serenity couldn't believe this was happening to her. What had she done? Or more: What hadn't she done? To her, all this was a mistake. Either that or Mokuba had gone completely and utterly insane for thinking she had killed her husband. She did love Kaiba with all her heart. How could she kill? How could anyone kill? But in reality, it was the life cycle. Everyone has to die sometime. While others get to live. It was a mystery that no one could solve. Nor question. It was do it, or be told to do it. Hands down, no questions asked. It was a stigma. And yet, it was like God was sitting back in his chair and letting the pawns work themselves. Letting fate take its course or destiny finally take its toll on the people. But whatever it was. It was ruining the world. One word: stigma.

If someone were to really kill their husband in pure hatred, wouldn't they be able to plead guilty. You wouldn't say or stay innocent. Because, they did it out of pure hatred, why hide it? Could she have really killed Kaiba and not known her own actions? Blacked out while it all happened…But how could someone hold such a grudge. It seemed unreasonable. People should sit down and talk; set aside their differences; but when no one breaks down the brick wall to do it…Then who ends up living?

The question still keeps popping up. How can a person kill someone they love? Is it all the anger and heat that has been built up over the years and it finally decides to explode? Where does all the anger and hatred go after someone has done the deed? Is it realized? Forgotten? Relieved?

Serenity looked down at her hands. Honey-caramel eyes stared at the dirt caught inside the fingernails. They almost glowed in the night with salty tears. Her back ached as she tried to shift her body weight onto her other foot. The stone was cold against her back, and yet she held her ground. She didn't know what had led her here. She didn't know what actually was here. But she stayed in fear of getting caught. She couldn't risk it, or anything she held in her power that would give into the police. So she kept where she was. Which was uncomfortable against the cold and dirty gravestone. It was well past midnight and the police still hadn't given up. But they were a block or two away after checking the cemetery. The red-head figured she'd stay put until another five minutes or so have passed. But every minute that ticked by, was a minute she was loosing her part of herself and her husband.

The charley horse in her leg was painful. Finally giving in, Serenity stretched her legs as she slowly stood up. It hurt. Badly. Sucking in the pain and biting her lip, she made her way towards the darker side of the cemetery. She was careful not to trip or stumble into any gravesites or stones. She was already in a bad spot; she didn't want to get bad luck after stepping on someone's grave.

After checking for a few moments to see if any cars would drive by, the woman headed towards the site of the accident five years ago. She walked along the rode but far away enough to be hidden in the alleys, trees, and buildings.

Sniffing away the frost on her nose, Serenity stared at the empty street she stood in the middle of. Time had passed and it was almost three. She nearly walked three in a half miles to get where she needed to be. There were barely any lights that gave any light besides the lamppost that stood a few feet away from her on her left. Lifting the pictures out of her coat pocket, her eyes gazed over them. She stood in the middle of the road as she looked up. There was supposed to be a tree on the right; about one hundred and fifty feet away. Her eyes caught the outline and trekked towards it. The darkness surrounded her like a blanket as she stared at the ground. Occasionally glancing at the photo in her hand.

x x x

"…Seto was found here…" Serenity moved towards the base of the tree twenty feet away. There was said to be no blood on the site of the crash. And of course there would be no blood here now, but it made her curious. How can a man crash his car, leave no blood from the impact, and happen to appear as if he got up and then laid down on the ground twenty feet away. It just didn't add up or make sense. None of it did.

Is that why they decided to close the case?

Just because none of it made any sense. So they decided to just pack up and leave everything behind and focus on something different and more important. Kaiba was..No..is important. Anyone that could think he wasn't is stupid. But they must have been very crazy to start packing their things and get up to leave. A case should always be open until it is solved. Especially if it includes a multi-million dollar making company.

That's Serenity's opinion anyway.

She glanced back down at the photo and stared at the car. The redhead became perplexed. Why was he driving that day? He usually had the chauffer take him everywhere when it dealt with the company. After all, he did always make an entrance. No matter what the situation was.

Then it dawned on her. Because he knew. He always knew, and yet he didn't tell anyone.
He didn't want anyone to get hurt. Including the chauffer.

Gasp. "I knew! I knew all along; but I was too blind to see it!" welded up in self pity, Serenity flew against the trunk of the tree with her back and slid down in crouching position.

A few moments passed as Mokuba began his search for his older—dead—brother. Although he knew where the eldest Kaiba was, he took a detour. For a moment, he couldn't help the feeling that passed over him like the sun. It seemed to grow with intention as he neared the hallway that held everyone's bedrooms. With every step that took him to his sister-in-law's bedroom the feeling grew more intense. It seemed it was gripping his heart with fingers that wouldn't pry off until the owner of the mysterious hand actually lets go or looses pulse. Either way, the hand will always let go.

Mokuba came to a stop at the doorway to Serenity's bedroom. It was the same. Although, not the same a few hours ago. A few hours ago, it held a person so dear to this family – in which he accused that person of killing his brother. She was always so gentle with Sakura and himself. Never has she ever lost her temper after Kaiba died. Except for the one moment that he saw her. But he himself was mad at Kaiba for leaving him behind. He now had to take over and control all of the stocks of Kaiba Corporation. Take care of the manner. Almost skip half of his High School dances and etc….And it was all thanks to his older brother.

But she was always by his side ready to help. She didn't complain. She didn't bother to ask if he needed it. She just did it.

Was he a little hard on her?

Was his anger blinding his senses from the real truth?

Sadness, anger, and stress just built up. Then finally it made an explosion that he couldn't handle. Then it all came down to blaming someone. No one was caught killing his brother, so in sense, Mokuba blamed the closest person to him. Serenity. He was blinded with the fury towards investigators not doing their job.

It made sense. Blinded by rage, he accused someone he knew to cover the emptiness he held within.

The room held possessions that no one else could have. Clothes. Jewelry. Mokuba's eyes caught attention on the picture next to the bed. He'd always remember that day. Of course, who couldn't? He was, after all, the best man. Well, next to Joey of course. Closing his eyes, Seto's and Serenity's gleaming eyes smiled back at him through his eyelids. Seto was so happy that day. Even Joey. That kind of surprised him. But nonetheless, everyone was happy. Filled with mirth to the very tips of their wine glasses.

Mokuba's eyes slowly opened to Serenity's room again. He ruined it. Ruined it all for the two of them. Turning back to the hall, he fixated himself on getting to his destination this time. Seto still better be in the TV/sitting room. He didn't want to be roaming the halls all night to find his brother and niece till there was light outside.

Upon entering the doorframe, Mokuba stopped dead in his tracks. A light smile played his face as he stared at the duo on the couch. It was . . . Cute.

"Taking a picture lasts longer."

The adult swiveled around.

"Too bad it will end very soon."

The voice was coming from inside.

Astonished, Mokuba whirled around to glance around inside the room again. "Who's there?"

Silence.

Glancing to his left, Mokuba noticed a blue vase sitting upon its stand. Quickly grabbing it, he held it up as defense. He didn't want to take any chances for being in his house unarmed. When being as rich and powerful as he himself was, he couldn't afford to take any chances.

Walking to the front of the couch, (he wanted to watch Sakura) the male stood in front of it. After all, to anyone else's eyes, she was floating in mid air. Stopping, his eyes searched the room. He would be able to hear any noises if there were to be any.

Shuffle.

Swiveling around, Mokuba raised the vase.

Sakura sat wide-eyed on Kaiba's lap. Frightened beyond belief. She didn't know what to do; or believe. Was this really Mokuba standing over her? Ready to smash her to pieces if she moved? Her lip quivered. She sat in silence waiting for Mokuba to back up and realize his mistake. The little girl stilled on the couch on top of her father waiting for her uncle to back down. When she saw he didn't, she quickly grabbed onto the side of Kaiba's shirt.

Blue eyes suddenly opened and embraced what was dearest to him. He encircled Sakura when he glanced a figure hovering over the two of them. Instincts took over when he quickly grabbed a hold of Sakura and held her close. It wasn't until the vase lowered, in which Kaiba was able to reconigze that it was Mokuba—his younger brother.

"What are you doing?"

"I heard something."

Raising a perplexed brow, Kaiba frowned. "What do you mean?"

Shuffling, Mokuba placed the vase on the table nearest to him and trudged back over to the couch. He took his place farther from his niece and brother than he intended.

"I head shuffling from inside this room. I didn't mean to scare Sakura. I saw movement and my instincts took over." It was a white lie.

The younger male looked towards Sakura with hopeful eyes. He was anticipating forgiveness that would pass through her lips. But it never came. She stared at him. Fear evident. How could he have been so stupid? How was he so blind to think someone dangerous was behind him? After all he did see his brother and Sakura in the room before he actually even commenced being a guard. At times he wondered if he was really fit to be leader in his life. He didn't have a care in the world a second ago. What would have happened if he continued with the vase and actually brought it down on the little girl? Would she be in the hospital? Or would it be just a scratch and get fixed up in the kitchen?

Only if he came down hard enough would it be man-slaughter.

Mokuba looked down at his hands lying in his lap. He could have become a murder just a second ago if he didn't see past his apparent fear. Kaiba Corp would surely loose all its reputation that Kaiba had worked so hard to build up. Mokuba would have crashed it to the ground in a heartbeat. And he'd never hear the end of it. Glancing back up, he met Sakura's icy eyes. She almost held hatred for him.

Who wouldn't? He had almost killed her. She was small and fragile. It would be the end of her and her innocence if not for her eyes. They were clouded with fear and rage. Maybe it would have been better if Mokuba elucidated his actions? He did just get rid of her mother.

"Sakura I-"

"Don't. Just don't."

Sakura's uncle remained silent. He looked back up at her with regretful eyes. Uncle Mokuba stared at his niece. She seemed to know the truth with pure hatred in her eyes.

"Mokuba. What did you hear?" replied Kaiba.

"I'm not sure. It sounded like-" his voice drifted off as he listened.

"Please forgive me."

"I will."

Tears. "It's not my-"

"I know."

"I'm sorry."

"Mokuba-"

"Mokuba!" The raven-haired male blinked. His face grew hazy with confusion as he looked at the carpeted floor. "Don't blank out on me again." Mokuba nodded towards his brother. His mind elsewhere still.

Was he the only one that heard the voices?

Why did they sound so familiar? Like he knew who they were but couldn't put his finger on them….It almost irked him to think that one of them could have been his older brother's.

A/N: I apologize for the late comings. It has been hectic for me and I hope you can accept my apology.
---I hope you liked the chapter and that it made you even more confused than you already are! (smiles) Ja ne!---