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In some places it's hard to write the thoughts of Mokuba in Italicized words so I had to use: blah blah
But in others I was able just to use the normal Italics. So you might want to pay attention and know which is which! Also, I sued the same concept with Serenity!

Chapter 13
Five Dayz: Internal Shock

The world seemed to be of mixed up lies and the unforgiving truth. But no matter what the reason, Serenity was still the same person she had turned out to be. And she was still the same person that was sitting against the tree trunk wallowing in her self pity. If only she had Joey…
Ignoring that fact, she clutched the pictures in her hands to her chest. She was blind. And might forever be. If she was able to see, then she might have foretold the happenings of her husband. She knew all along what was happening and yet she did nothing about it. You know it. And Serenity knows it. With the five days that Kaiba had, and the few weeks before that, she had seen the symptoms of his eagerness and tiredness. She saw what was happening, and yet too sightless to see it. Serenity saw the bangs under his eyes. She woke up whenever he had the nightmares. She was there when he was typing. She saw him typing. And yet, her pregnancy kept her from really seeing the truth. She might have prevented the accident.

No matter how much Serenity tried not to think it was her fault, she still had the sense of remorse she could have prevented something.

Mokuba sat still. He didn't know what to say as the voices echoed over and over again in his head. They sounded so familiar, and yet he couldn't put a name to any of them. For some reason he wanted to say his older brother had something to do with it. To him, it sounded like Kaiba was speaking. Either that or . . .No, no it definitely sounded like his older brother.

"—Mokuba I asked if you were—"

"What?" the younger brother looked up and couldn't decipher if in authenticity he was speaking and not hearing things again.

Sometimes a human being—lets say you—could be talking, but coincidentally you are actually daydreaming the sequence. The next second you blink the world as you know it comes back to what it was and you're standing there with everyone watching you like a hawk. They are waiting patiently for you to speak. But for some reason, and you don't know what, they are looking at you very strangely. The sentence of "What the heck is wrong with him/her?" is going through their minds as they stare at you.

The fact was, Mokuba blanked out again. He couldn't hear his older brother. He was in a daze and didn't want to snap out of it. The voice seemed to echo in the back of his head. The little tiny voice didn't want to stop torturing him until he would come up with recognition to the voices he was hearing.

"Please forgive me."

Why did that sound like him? A younger version. . . Maybe it was his alternate self. Like a spirit waiting to be realized from a millennium item. Mokuba thought, maybe it has something to do with Yami and Yugi. But what if it didn't? It was all in his mind after all. So, could it have been a millennium item? It would explain the voices in his head…Or if it wasn't in his head, the voices he has been hearing. And if that wasn't it, then it would explain why it sounded like himself too. Younger. What if he had a younger and much darker yami? But then there was the other voice:

"I will."

It sounded so much like sincerity. And familiar. Of course he knew the voice, or he wouldn't be having this inner battle with himself. Although, it didn't make sense to have voices inside his head with two different tones.

In other words, it couldn't be a yami. Although, the millennium item still was on the list of suspects; or rather, sus-objects. Because the Millennium Rod could do this exact thing.

Tears. "It's not my-"

I know the next word is Fault…But what is their fault? What's happening?

"I know."

Same voice as 'I will.'

"I'm sorry."

Sorry about what? There seems to be a huge gap that is missing.

"Mokuba-"

O . o . O . o

A hand flew to Mokuba's forehead. He still sat atop the couch staring into space.

"You are burning up."

Either that or Seto Kaiba had frostbite.

A smaller hand smoothed onto his skin. It felt like a nice cold washcloth.

"You are right."

"Mokuba—"

Again the voices echoed….but this time it seemed to etch into his mind.

"Mokuba-"

"Mokuba-"

"Mokuba-"

A high pitched scream rose above the echoing, "Uncle Moke!"

His screen went black. (1)

Crying in her own misfortune wasn't going to get anywhere. Serenity rose from the ground. She should go home. If she got caught by the police, then she'll have to deal with the press. Either way, she'll have to face them sooner or later. Although Mokuba doesn't usually get involved with the press. He just doesn't associate with them to get attention, or try to get the stocks higher. He usually liked to stay away from them. It was always Kaiba that wanted to get the audiences while running another tournament.

Mokuba on the other hand liked to actually get out of the mansion and visit places like orphanages, and charities. The list could go on and on. It was just how Mokuba like to work. He never really liked to hold tournaments, especially after his older brother had passed away. Too many memories.

Not to mention, Mokuba had to act like he was ok while he was going to a therapist. (His older brother did die after all.) The Younger Kaiba didn't want the outside world to look down upon a depressed CEO. He had to change his appearance even though it might be tearing away his insides to do so. No matter what the situation was, whether it was going to an orphanage, Mokuba always wore a fake smile for the kids.

Step after step, Serenity found herself walking towards the road home. She'll have to face Mokuba sooner or later. Why not sooner and end up in jail later? To her it sounded like a pretty good plan. Just as long as she kept off the main road and quickly found home, away from the cops.

Each minute that passed felt like an hour as she glanced back and fourth. The red-head kept out of sight but looked around like a scared cat. In a way, I guess you could say she was.

The photos glistened in her hand. Their outer layer glossed against the suffused lamppost she trudged under. Each step that she took felt like she was even further and further away from the mansion. It enticed into a mile as Serenity looked up with hesitation. She was closer yes, but it looked like the mansion was a mountain millions and millions of miles away from her. Now I know what a lost traveler feels like, deliberated Serenity. She took the opportunity to glance at the photos in her hands once again. It felt like the hundredth time she had done so. She almost had the image imprinted into her memory. But she kept glancing at them thinking something would change. And perhaps, something might have. She could have missed the smallest detail.

What could be the smallest could be the most important.

It became bright. And it was too late by the time Serenity realized it was a truck.

For what happened next Serenity wasn't deeply prepared for. The immense agony against her body tore through her like electricity, spreading rapidly. Her heart pounded in her ears as she realized the last moments of her life depended on breathing. In. Out. A hot iron seemed to tear at her side. In. Out. It wasn't before long—in—before her—out—vision went—in—black. Out.

A person could call it coincidence just because they want to. But the fact behind every living thing has something to do with fate. You, or I might not believe in it, but people out there sure do. They believe that every part of their live has been set up. The coffee you spilled on your jacket today wasn't just a coincidence, it was fate. Or maybe you were supposed to date him or her but marry the next.

If every part of our lives are planned out, then why is living so important? Why live a life where you have to make one choice without knowing you had to.

Its because it is a challenge. People are supposed to die. It's no coincidence. If you loose someone, the world can't end at that very moment. You have to keep moving on.

Let's say your friend died. You got a ride from them everyday to school, lunch, university or work. The first thing you might say is: "This can't be happening."

But in the back of your mind the little voice is saying, "Oh great. Now how am I supposed to get to work?"

We can't stop our lives for one person. But one person can keep living their life for the stopped.

People die for a reason.

But reason doesn't stand next to the murdered.

…………………………

Gasp!

In. Out. In. Out.

Breathe Mokuba breathe.

Sitting up, Mokuba clutched his chest in agony as the thought of Serenity crossed his mind. It seemed so real. No…It was real. Fighting the urge to scream at the top of his lungs Mokuba sat up grasping his chest. He can't just loose the next person close to him. The ache from a few minutes ago didn't seem like it would be going away soon. Sitting up straight and leaning up against the back of the couch Mokuba clenched his eyes closed. He tried to slow his quickening breath. In. . .

Out. . .

"Mokuba are you ok?"

Slight flinching from the sudden contact on his arm, he slowly opened his eyes. The light reflected off them as his eyes bore into Sakura's worried ones. "I'm fine. And you…."

Mokuba could see her little eyebrow go up, "…Fine I guess…"

"What do you mean fine? Not great or supreme?" Mokuba slightly smiled at the grin that suddenly appeared on the little girl's face.

"Of course Uncle Moke. I feel great," her face fell, "Only if Mommy was here." Mokuba was taken by surprise at the glare the little girl was sending him. Raising a brow, he glanced sideways to see a standing Seto Kaiba. No wonder . . . The two held the same look. Almost identical. Except the one that Sakura was giving Mokuba; anyone would just laugh their heads off at her cute little face. Finally releasing the grip over his heart, the younger Kaiba stood up from the couch.

"Where are you going?" Kaiba unfolded his arms as he took a step forward.

"To call off the search."

"What search?" Sakura jumped off the couch and glanced at Mokuba in question.

How could he tell her? He couldn't tell his niece that he had sent the police after her mother in pain stricken fear. It was logical though. People do stupid things when they are scared.

"It's too late." Mokuba's head snapped in Kaiba's direction.

In exasperation, Mokuba replied, "What do you mean?"

Kaiba gulped. He was hiding something, "What I mean to tell you is that Serenity's been—"

"Don't say it." Mokuba held up his hand. He knew what was coming. He knew what Kaiba was going to say. It was like he had a sixth sense—

"—here for almost five minutes now." Kaiba's raised brow lowered. Sakura's eyes widened. She didn't even know!

"I knew it. Wait…what!" Mokuba's outburst took both of the other Kaiba's by surprise. They stepped back in time to see Mokuba turn towards Seto, "Where is she!"

"Right here."

Mokuba spun around to face the doorframe in time to see Serenity lean up against it. Her face had bits of dirt in it. The red-head seemed to clutch the side of her arm in pain as if he had been…

"Serenity," Mokuba took a step closer to the doorframe, "you were at the accident weren't you." When she nodded Mokuba continued, "Don't tell me you were walking in the middle of the street when a car…" His voice drifted off into the empty and silenced room. All three stared at him. Maybe it was just a dream after all. But Serenity and her appearance at the moment…Then he realized it, the police. She was running from them. Serenity could have had to hide in a dumpster or something. There is a whole bunch of logical explanations to how she appeared at the moment.

"How did you know?"

What? Mokuba stared at Serenity, "What do you mean?"

"It was a truck."

His knees buckled as he fell to the floor. Pain spread from his chest to his head as he screamed in agony. It felt like red-hot flames spread throughout his body like lighting.

Seto watched in horror as his brother fell to the floor with a thud. He wasn't expecting Mokuba to have this kind of reaction to Serenity being in the house. It was merely a surprise for him, and the thought of actually not having Serenity in his life, almost crushed him. So guilty or not, she was going to be here. Mokuba would just have to get through him first.

Mokuba didn't have a problem with Serenity being here. Actually, the pain he was having had nothing to do with Serenity being in the mansion. The thought of it essentially made him happy. It was a joy to know that Serenity was alive, but the downfall was the thought of how she had indeed almost died outside of Kaiba's gravesite. If the truck would have hit her, it would have been a Kaiba Graveyard. Though, none of that mattered at the moment. It was the fluttering of knifes that seemed to stab everywhere in his body. The burning sensation of wounds oozing flamed like fires that didn't want to go out. The throbbing pain seemed to go on and on hungry for more like a fire feeding upon the oxygen of its surrounding body.

Kaiba took a step forward. He watched Mokuba wither in twinges as his hands gripped his head and he ball up into fetal position. He looked like a child. Lost. Afraid.

But Mokuba was in pain and far from being just a plain old child.

"Remember who is superior to you my son."

Mokuba's mind raced, that voice . . . I know that voice.

(1): (his screen went black) – I didn't want to say: Mokuba fainted. That is just too bland for my tastes.

A/N: I'd like to tell ya'll that I will try to finish this story by the end of November. So I'll be putting off my other stories for a bit. I have NO idea why I started so many. I should learn to take one thing at a time. (-Sweatdrop-) PS: I had to read through this quickly, sorry for any spelling mistakes.

(If you are reading this,the date isDecember second. I thoughtI could be able to finish this story, but it turns out that I was wrong. I haven't even gotten to any other writingsbecause I have been so busy. I'm sorry and I appreciate your patience! The next chapter is undergoing some editing, adding/writingand revisions!)

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