A/N: Whee for late updates... Whee for busy weekends... you know how it goes. Thanks, as always to Dragonlady222, and I have one or two things to bring to your attention, but I'll do it at the end... And now, Britian, A lot of Mokuba, s'mores, water fights, and general camping fun!

Twenty: Wishing on a Star

"Sir… sir, wake up."

The white haired teen shifted slightly in his seat, hair crackling against the small window he was sat next to. He'd been asleep for most of the flight. The stewardess was actually rather concerned about him, and had been keeping an eye on him. He had boarded alone, and no-one had been there to see him off. He didn't seem too bothered though, throwing only the smallest glance at the country he was about to leave behind. Throughout the entire flight, he had merely looked out the window as the clouds fell away and watched as the sun replaced the stars. Somewhere over Turkey he had fallen asleep, and slept solidly even through the food, movies, and the stop in Spain. That was why the stewardess was worried. He was obviously all alone, and to be that exhausted…

He shifted again, this time blinking and sitting up straight.

"You'll need to put your seat belt back on now." She informed him, smiling. "We're about to land."

"Oh… thank you." Ryou nodded back, his native language unfamiliar on his tongue. He strapped himself in, smiling slightly. So, they were about to land.

And in just a few moments, he'd step off the plane and, once again, into a fresh start- but this time, back where it all began.

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As they manovered over yet another bump in the road, Azreal looked up into the sky, as blue as any of then could have wished for. Absently scratching Cassie's ears, as the dog lay over her lap, her thoughts turned to her old owner. Somewhere up there, she thought Ryou's flying. In fact, he must be almost there by now… It's a thirteen hour flight, I think- we've been driving all day, so… And speaking of being nearly there…

"Just a few more minutes." Ruby promised, as James asked, yet again, how far away they were.

Azreal laughed. "Yeah, and it should have been a few minutes ago, dad." The roads had long since given away to winding lanes, and Doug had managed to, not only take a wrong turn, but also loose Seto along the way.

"Hey!" Doug pouted. "No back seat driving! Besides, we weren't lost! We just didn't know where we were!"

"Sure, dad, sure…"

"Hmmph." He hit play on the CD player, and, had Seto been in the car, it would have been immediately obvious to him as to where Azreal got her taste in music as The Who continued to sing for the rest of the journey.

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"Maybe you should phone them?" Mokuba suggested as they watched the thin trail.

The arrangement had been simple enough in theory but apparently not in practise, as it hadn't worked. The idea was that, as Doug had the smaller car, he'd carry as many people as he could, and Seto would follow him with all the luggage and Mokuba in his. Well, it had worked to a point, then on one of the roads, Doug had got down okay, but Seto had come to face to face with a tractor. He had then had to reverse all the way back up the road and then go back down- and by that point, Doug had naturally disappeared. But, he wouldn't be Seto if he hadn't managed to find the camp site anyway.

Only problem was, Doug hadn't arrived yet. So, he had checked them in, and he and Mokuba had started to set up. And finished. And Doug still hadn't shown up.

"There they are!" Mokuba yelled suddenly, as a car came into view.

Seto carefully watched Azreal as she caught sight of where they were saying, and then smiled when she gasped in delight. Indeed, it was easy to see why it provoked that reaction.

Just as Azreal had said, the pitch was right on the front of a huge lake. All around were dense, hilly woods; and side of the lake curved up into what was almost a cliff. At this time in the afternoon, the sun was high, causing all the trees to be mirrored so well in the crystal water that they seemed solid. A slight breeze, however, shattered the illusion as the water rippled and curved. And behind it, Azreal saw, Seto and Mokuba had set the entire camp up- all four tents, and the small cover with a table beneath it.

"Wow!" She yelled, climbing out the car, and running over to them both. "How long did it take you to set all this up?"

"About forty-five minutes." Seto replied, grinning in spite of himself. The excitement in the air was contagious.

"Wow." Azreal repeated.

"Hey!" Seto protested. "I've never done it before!"

"Uh, actually, I thought that was kinda fast…"

"Oh…"

"You really can do anything, can't you?" Azreal laughed, looking around the camp.

"…Just about." Seto smirked.

It was then that Doug called him over, and they hit the second hitch of the day.

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Ryou placed his suitcases down at his feet, and removed the guitar case from his back, studying the board. His watch was set back to local time, but it would take a while for his body and mind to adjust in the same way. Thankfully, he hadn't forgotten how to read as he scrutinised the notice, with an imbedded clock and time table.

WELCOME TO LONDON'S HEATHROW

ENJOY YOUR STAY!

Local Time: 06:42

Tube Trains Available:

Scanning down the time table, Ryou located the route he wanted. It was a long ride into Stoke, so even if he managed to catch the next one- the 0703- he wouldn't arrive till about one in the afternoon. Sighing, he picked up his bags again. He still had a long way to go before he was truly home.

Still, he did not want to go straight into the airport's tube links. As he made his way across the crowded airport towards the station, the dawn outside was alluring. He had never been to London…

Ryou changed route. It didn't get any more British then London, surely. He'd catch up with the train at Paddington.

As he stepped out of the airport, he saw something that made him realise he was most, undoubtedly, back in England. It was not the peak of Big Ben on the horizon, or the knowledge that he was only a few miles away from Buckingham Palace. Nor was it the Thames, meandering through the city. No, across the road, there was a small café, full to the brim with weary travellers like himself. And, he could see through the window, in the gaps that were not covered with old 'back the bid' posters, tea was being served. Not herbal tea, not tea with any ritualistic or healing properties, just a cup of ordinary, brown tea.

Ryou laughed to himself. Yup, he was most defiantly back in the land of tea, crumpets, rain, and letters of complaint. In a strange kind of way, he'd missed it.

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"You forgot the food." Azreal echoed in disbelief.

"I put everything in the car that was there." Seto insisted.

"No, no, I meant him." She sighed, pointing at her dad.

Doug laughed. "Oops. I knew I'd forgotten something." He turned back towards the car. "Well, there's nothing for it! I'll have to go back and get it!"

"It's almost four o'clock now…" Azreal pointed out. "We were driving for, what, six hours? You'll never get home and back in a day, let alone now."

"Mmm." Doug sighed, then perked up. "Then I guess we'll have to drive into town and go shopping! Yeah!"

Ruby sighed as her husband strode over to the car. "I'd better go with him, or he'll forget what he went for… What a way to start the holiday…" She turned to them. "Well, no point you kids coming with us. Stay here and explore the area a bit, okay? And Anna, just look after James, okay?"

"Yessir!" Anna yelled, making a mock salute and rolling her eyes. "You kidding? I don't think he'll venture six foot away from Mokuba."

It was true. James seemed to like the younger Kaiba very much. Or maybe Mokuba was just good with little kids. At any rate, he was biting his lip in concentration as, a few metres away, Mokuba was teaching him how to play Ro-Sham-Bo. Anna was slightly amazed, for they'd been doing it ever since they'd arrived. No-one had ever been able to keep James' attention for that long…

As soon as the car was out of sight, Anna cheered.

"Whooo! Well, let's explore! C'mon, let's go into the woods first!"

Seto laughed. "Someone's excited…"

"Oh, it's all an act." Anna lied, not deterred for a moment. "Anyways, let's go! Party, move out!"

With that, she ran off in the direction of where the grass gave way to trees, a old black dog at her heels, with the two younger brothers quickly taking up the chase with whoops of excitement, and her boyfriend chuckling as he brought up the rear. It was sort of nice to see everyone so excited over what was effectively a bunch of trees, caught up in the moment.

"Come on, Seto!" Mokuba yelled at him, before he and James disappeared into the shadow of the trees.

So he went.

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At first, his eyes not accustomed to the gloom of the trees, Seto could not see the others. But he could hear them.

"Ouch!" Mokuba,

"See?" Azreal demanded. "Now, come here…"

"No!"

"You want to leave half your head in the woods?"

"You'll never get me!"

Rolling his eyes, Seto ploughed forward to see what was going on, and was shortly passed by Mokuba, dodging through the trees and looking panicked. He saw Seto, and, a moment later, hid behind him. He was making a odd noise somewhere between a whine and a giggle as he spoke.

"Seto! She's crazy!"

Azreal was now advancing slowly towards them, Cassie and James in tow, and looked at Seto. "Will you tell him!" She said.

"Uh…" Seto was not entirely sure of what was going on, but it was best to agree. "Mokuba! Don't call her crazy!"

"But she is…" Mokuba whined. "She wants me to tie up my hair!"

Seto raised an eyebrow, and Azreal shrugged, waving what was, as her hair was still tied up, presumably a spare hair bobble.

"His hair keeps getting caught on trees, and we've only been in the woods five seconds." She explained, folding her arms. "If he'd just let me tie it back…"

"I'd look like a girl!" Mokuba protested.

"You always have!" Anna laughed, teasing him.

Seto decided to settle it all. "It's alright, Mokuba." He said smoothly. "You don't have to tie it back. We'll just go to the barber tomorrow and he can cut it all off."

"Seto!" Mokuba screamed, curling his arms protectively over his head. "Why is everyone picking on my hair today…?"

"Hah!" Somewhere during the conversation, Anna had snuck up behind him and now, with vicious precision, she wrapped his hair up in the bobble. "There." She smirked, satisfied. "Don't even think about taking it out!" She warned Mokuba as he fiddled mournfully with his now-ponytail. "Or I shall personally cut off all your hair and suffocate you with it. Now," She smiled serenely. "Let's go this way!" She ran off into the woods.

Mokuba looked up at Seto who shrugged and plunged after her.

"Well…" Mokuba looked down at his two companions. "I guess I can get my revenge later…" They blinked up at him. He didn't know what he was expecting. One was a dog and the other a rather quiet four year old. Not exactly masters of conversation… Oh well. He shrugged just as his brother had, and the three followed on.

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Gasping for breath, Azreal stopped at the top of the hill, glaring as Seto drew up without even breaking a sweat. Seto decided not to comment, looking around him instead as Mokuba, James, and Cassie all arrived.

"We're right on the summit." He noted, as Anna straightened up. They had followed the edge of the woods around, and always upward, and had now arrived on a grassy peak, surrounded by steep slopes on two sides. One was clear for all except a few small trees, sloping gently down to the lake, not far at all from the camp. If you were to swim out to the centre of the lake, you could easily climb up to here. To the right was the slope, within the trees, that they had climbed, and to the left was a more steep slope going down towards the town, a few matchboxes in the distance. Behind them was the steepest slope of all, which the others were now examining.

"Wow, that's practically vertical…" Azreal gasped in wonder, looking.

"It's some kind of valley." Mokuba realised. Indeed it was, and the sides were both so steep that part way down the trees clinging to either side had formed a solid roof of leaves, so you couldn't see to the bottom at all. "I wonder how far down it is…?"

"I wouldn't recommend trying to find out." Seto commented, catching sight of movement down on the camp. "It looks like they've returned."

Anna came and stood next to him, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand. "Oh yeah…We'd better go back." She sighed, but then brightened. "Hey, I know! Dad said he came here as a boy, so maybe he knows a way down into the valley!"

And so, with as much enthusiasm as ever, she began to run back. As they filed out, Seto took another look down at the lake.

It really was quite beautiful…

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"A valley in the woods?" Doug repeated thoughtfully, once they'd finished dinner and were piling up firewood. That night, and that night only, they were allowed to have an authentic camp fire using the fallen branches from the wood. It was an offer to good to turn down. "Oh, up by that peak?" He pointed towards the summit they'd been standing on, silhouetted against the almost-set sun. Mokuba nodded. "I don't recall ever finding a way down. In fact, if I remember rightly, not even we were stupid enough to attempt to climb down." He admitted. "Sorry, kids."

Mokuba sighed in disappointment. "Oh. I wanted to see what was down there…"

"Maybe you'll find a way." Doug replied quietly, eyes twinkling. The fact was, he had been down there, but it was something they'd have to discover for themselves. "Anyway, I think that's enough wood now!" They all, except Seto, cheered. He just smiled.

"Now we can have a real campfire!" Anna declared. "I've never seen one before… Not much wood going spare on a floating city…"

"Oh, you have to light it first." Doug told her. "Can't have an authentic camp fire without it being lit authentically! And while you're doing that…" He gestured to the others. "We'll go and see if we can find the tap. It's supposed to be attached to the toilet and shower block, wherever that is…"

As they walked back up the road, Seto remained behind, watching as Anna stared in dismay at the pile of wood.

"You're not going to get it burning like that." Seto commented, smirking.

"Oh shush." She shot back. "I'm going to find some flint…" She stalked off towards the lake edge in search for the stones. Seto did not go to help. He got the feeling this was something Anna wanted to do for herself.

Unfortunately, when she returned with the two stones, Seto instantly felt sorry for her. They were uneven and badly shaped, not to mention wet. The likely hood of her getting a spark of any note out of them was small to none.

Seto watched as she struggled, scraping the stones together, for some time. After a few minutes, she got the tiniest spark out of them, bringing a cry of delight from her lips, but it got no further. As the wood refused to take light, she grew more and more frustrated, the joy turning sour and to curses on her lips. Almost twenty minutes later, as the rest of the group was returning, she still hadn't got anywhere.

"This is useless." Anna sighed miserably.

"Don't give up." Seto tried, coming and kneeling next to her. "You can get it."

"No I can't." She insisted, standing up and turning to throw the rocks into the lake. In that moment, Seto could stand it no more, and as she looked the other way, he pulled a cigarette lighter out of his pocket, shoving his hand into the pile and desperately hoping it would work. He hadn't taken up smoking, but if life had taught him anything, it was to be prepared.

The wood glowed red, and the smallest flame appeared. Seto withdrew his hand, smiling.

"It's impossible." Anna continued, raising her hand to toss the rocks away.

"Az, wait!" Seto said, catching her arm. "Look!" She knelt down next to him, to see where he was pointing. "I think I see a flame in there…"

"It is…" She echoed in disbelief. "It is! I did it! Yes!" She leapt to her feet, grinning all over her face. "Those crummy rocks actually did it!"

"Congratulations." Seto smiled, and, elated, she hugged him. Over her shoulder, the rest of the fire catching light behind them, Seto saw Doug watching them. The look on his face told Seto the man had seen what he'd done. He felt a stab of concern. If Az found out, she would be mad at him…

But, instead, Doug just smiled, and gave a nod. Seto didn't know whether he was thanking him, or accepting him, or something else entirely, but he nodded back. Azreal released him, and, when the fire was going well and it was fully dark, Anna decided it was most defiantly the best time for ghost stories, and they all sat around to hear.

Seto was intrigued as to exactly what kind of story, and how well, Az would tell. He knew she wasn't much of a mathematician, but was she a storyteller…?

"The silence was odd and muffled, as though it would close in on you and swallow you whole, but he liked it that way." Was the opening sentence. "It was familiar to him, the sound of silence was almost comforting, like a half-forgotten memory of a distant childhood. Out here, surrounded by this silence, there was nothing to distract him from his work." She paused slightly, smiling in the fire light, before launching into the next paragraph. "He shifted his weight slightly, disturbing the twigs beneath his feet. From his new position, he could see up through the thick, twisting branches of the trees that stood all around him, up to the swirling mists above. Lira smiled in satisfaction. While the clouds still obscured the moon, he had time to prepare."

The character in the story was not the only one to smile in satisfaction. Seto smirked as soon as he heard the name of the guy in the story. Knowing Azreal, he would have some sort of come-uppance in the tale she weaved.

Seto sat back and let the words wash over him, being absorbed into the story of a werewolf, it's hunter, and a small village named Li'anon.

"The villagers inhabiting Li'anon are careful to warn their children of the woods that lie near by, always over looking the small village in it's glaring way. Those foolish enough to wander within it's labyrinth of boughs rarely come back out again." Azreal was informing them. Seto noticed Mokuba throw a nervous glance at the woods behind them, and hoped she wasn't about to scare them all too badly. "But this was Lira's job. This was what he was hired- no, born- to do…"

Seto decided to give his full attention. This sounded as though it could get interesting…

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"'I am not exactly what you would call a man…' He said, as his pupils dilated and fangs grew from his mouth, tearing gashes into his chin, the blood turning black even as it fell." Azreal's voice dropped to a whisper. "'And, Hunter, you never did ask which God…'"

Silence fell.

"Is that it?" Mokuba asked, uncertainly.

"Yup." Azreal replied, stretching.

"What? But you can't end it there…" Mokuba groaned. "I mean, did he survive, or get eaten, or what?"

"You'll decide for yourself." Azreal refused to be shaken. "I'm not making any more up. Imagine some daring escape, if you like. Or let him get eaten." She shrugged, catching Seto's eye and grinning. Seto smirked back. Both knew what ending they'd like to give him… "Anyways, who's going to top that one?"

"Um, maybe that's not a good idea…" Ruby said, uncertainly throwing a glance at James, who, to his credit, didn't look too bothered, and was sitting near the fire with Cassie. She sent him to bed anyway, in the tent he was sharing with Mokuba.

"How are we supposed to top that anyway?" Seto asked, laughing. "It would take me hours to come up with even a short story like that."

Azreal rubbed her elbow and studied the ground, as though that would somehow make her blush slightly less noticeable. "Thanks."

"It has to be time for s'mores!" Doug declared suddenly, pulling a bag of marshmallows seemingly out of nowhere and brandishing them happily. "I even got sticks, so we don't have to worry about finding them to make our s'mores!"

"What on Earth…" Seto began.

"And in the Floating Cities-" Azreal put in.

"Is a s'more?" They finished together.

"You two are so ignorant." Mokuba laughed, accepting a marshmallow, and a stick, from Doug and stabbing the sweet onto it. "It's a roasted marshmallow…" He continued, pushing it into the fire. "Sandwiched between two wafers and with chocolate in between."

Seto wrinkled his nose at the sound of the gooey, messy, sweet, concoction. "And just when," He asked Mokuba "Have you had a…s'more?"

"Oh, don't be such a square." Azreal sighed, pushing a marshmallow on a stick into his hands and preparing another one herself. "Now, shut up, relax, and make your s'more."

Seto snorted, but obediently pushed the chemical mess into the flames.

"So…" Doug began, trying to fill the silence that had descended onto the fire. "Ann says you've starting making Robots…"

"That's right." Seto replied shortly, nodding.

"Oh, what kind?" Doug persisted. "I mean, the kind you get on a production line, or are we talking sentient beings…?"

"Hardly." Seto replied. "If Man is to ever create Artificial Intelligence, it requires that intelligence itself."

"And you're not that smart?" Doug asked.

"I am not a God." Seto replied. Then he smirked. "I can only do so much with the parts available."

Doug laughed, and they launched into a deep discussion.

"Mmm, this is really good…" Anna whispered to Mokuba, smiling as she swallowed another mouthful of the s'more. "And it's good to see Seto getting on with my dad."

"Yeah." Mokuba agreed, but glanced slightly worriedly at what he was supposed to be ignoring. "But… when are we going to tell Seto his marshmallow's burning?"

"When it starts burning down the stick." Anna replied, swallowing the last of the 'concoction'. "Oh, that's now!" She poked Seto in the arm. He looked at her quizzically, wondering why he was being interrupted mid-flow.

"That's all well and good, chick…" She told him. "But your stick is on fire."

Seto looked where she was pointing, and stood in alarm. The marshmallow had, for all but a charred lump, melted away, and the stick was burning brightly. Seto shook it, hoping to put it out.

It didn't go out.

He blew on it in a bizarre moment of stubbornness. He was not failing to roast a marshmallow!

The flame continued to cheerily move ever closer to his hand. Hurriedly, Seto surrendered the remains of the marshmallow, and just tossed the entire thing back into the fire.

Silence fell again.

Then Azreal started giggling.

"Not a word." Seto warned.

Mokuba joined in the laughter, tentatively followed by Ruby and Doug.

"Man, Seto…" Mokuba snorted. "You can't even cook a marshmallow…"

Seto was not famous for his sense of humour, but even he saw the funny side of it, and snorted. Soon the whole group of them fell into hysterical laughter unfitting to the actual event, and probably due to the sugar.

"Here." Azreal said, letting out the last of her giggles and handing him a fully assembled s'more. "Have this one."

Seto looked down at the gooey mess, melting all over his hands. "Is it safe?" He said, trying not to think about all the sugar and fat oozing over his fingers.

"Oh, like you can talk!" Azreal pointed out, snatching it back. "Just eat it, already!"

Seto opened his mouth to retort, something about how he couldn't if she was holding it, and, quick as a flash, she shoved the mess into his mouth.

Surprised, he stood with a s'more sticking lopsidedly half in and half out of his mouth.

She stared back at him, poker faced. Then collapsed, along with the rest of her family and Mokuba, into giggles again.

Seto raised a hand, held the s'more, and removed it, before he chocked.

But not before he'd taken a bite.

It had been a long time since he'd eaten something so… childish. So sweet, and gooey, and sticky; with 'heart attack' written all over it, and enough sugar to make seaweed taste like candyfloss, and, surprisingly, it was good.

They all ate many more s'mores before going to tents, full up, and tired.

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It was about half an hour after entering his tent that Seto heard the first strands of music coming from outside. Aha. So Az hadn't gone to bed. She had been reluctant to go, but she had agreed. So he had left her, but, evidently, she hadn't gone at all. He unzipped the inner and outer skins of his tent and climbed out into the night air, cool now that the fire was down to small, glowing embers.

She had her back to him, facing towards the lake, and quietly playing a little melody on her harmonica. Seto went and sat beside her.

"You know…" He said gently. "It's getting late."

She jumped, then sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I know. I'm sorry if I woke you."

"You didn't." Seto promised, looking down at her. She had chocolate on her cheek, left over from the s'mores. "You have chocolate on your face." He told her, laughing.

"Where?" She frowned, straightening up and rubbing the clean cheek.

Still laughing, Seto kissed her lightly in the right place.

"There." He replied, simply, as she looked up at him in a mixture of surprise and a kind of bizarre amusement. Seto decided to probe even more for a reaction. "Mmm, chocolate…" He said, licking his lips.

She laughed, and kissed him on the cheek to. "Mmm, Seto." She muttered. Then she looked away, up at the clear night sky. "Aren't the stars beautiful?"

"Mmm."

"I don't know what it is…" Azreal replied. "But the stars have never looked so close. Not even up on Wherever. Here… it's like you could just reach out and pull them down, and keep them forever."

Seto laughed. "You'd need long fingers, and very large hands." He commented. "The nearest star to Earth is about four light years away." He glanced at her before continuing. "In fact, the light of some of the stars we're seeing now will have begun it's journey to Earth- at a speed of 186,000 miles in a second, I might add- before the birth of Christ. Some of those 'stars' are entire other galaxies. And some won't even exist any more." He didn't notice Azreal looking at him in wonder. "And even all these stars, in uncountable numbers, aren't a fraction of the universe." He caught onto her look. "So not within grabbing distance." He finished, smiling.

She put her head on one side as she considered him. Somewhere behind them, an owl hooted, but her gaze remained steady. "I never knew you were interested in stars…" She said curiously.

"Well, I…" Seto began, suddenly reluctant to talk. "When I last went camping, I-"

He was rudely interrupted by a series of events. The owl they had heard a minute ago swooped directly over their heads, surprising them both, instinctively they ducked, Azreal yelling, but knocking Seto. He fell over, putting a hand out to stop himself, crying out in shock as it pressed painfully into the still-hot ashes of the fire. As Seto jerked his hand away, the owl took off again, crying triumphantly as it held it's prey in it's claws. Azreal got up from the ground shakily.

"Seto…?" She asked uncertainly, as he to staggered to his feet, cradling his right hand in his left. "Are you alright?" She came over to see what was wrong.

"I'm fine." Seto ground out, forcing himself to let go of his hand and lowered it, clenching it into a fist and trying to ignore the pain on his burnt and blistered palm.

"What's wrong?" She repeated, concerned. She took the hand he hand been cradling up in her own. Seto sighed, not pulling away as she turned it over, gasping at the angry red mark.

"It's nothing." He insisted.

"That's not nothing." Azreal replied. "You need to douse that in water, right now."

"Really, it's nothing!" Seto growled, annoyed at the fuss she was making.

"Seth, please…" She begged. "That'll get all infected if you don't put it in water… What, is it some macho thing to not admitting to being hurt? Please, Seto."

Seto stalked down to the lake side, muttering something about how she knew exactly what buttons to press. He had to admit, though, the lake water was deliciously cold, soothing the sore. He examined it as best he could through the water and with very little light. Yeah, that was probably going to hurt in the morning…

When his hand had gone numb from the cold, he judged it to be long enough, and walked back up to the camp. Azreal was waiting for him, and she had evidently dug out a first aid kit from somewhere. Silently, she motioned for him to sit down before coming next to him and taking up his hand.

She did not look up, and did not speak as tried to help his hand. Nor did Seto. For now, there was nothing to say. So he just watched as she tried to rub the salve on without pressuring the hurt skin too much. She was giving her full effort, so, unlike if a doctor had been the one applying the salve, Seto did not complain if she sent the smallest wave of pain up his palm. Gradually, the cream took effect, nullifying the burning sensation a little. She put the cream away, then pulled out a bandage, wrapping it around his hand as best she could. Then she let go of him.

"Thank you." Seto murmured, moving his hand up to her face. She pulled away, looking anywhere but at him.

"You shouldn't be thanking me." She whispered, wiping her eyes. Oh dear. Seto wondered if he was going to be treated to tears again. It certainly looked like he would. "It's my fault you got hurt…"

"It was an accident." Seto tried, hoping desperately she wouldn't cry. Those situations were the most awkward…

"But I keep hurting you!" she wailed. "And I don't want to, Seto, I really don't want to!"

"You don't keep hurting me…" Seto promised, bewildered.

"Yes I do." She sniffed. "I really don't know what you see in me, I really don't. I'm clumsy, and…" She had stopped crying now, but had never sounded so sad. "Well, I'm clumsy, and I'm not smart, and I'm not pretty, all I do is hurt you, and… well, I just really don't know what you like about me!"

Seto was genuinely surprised. He had never realised she had such self-esteem issues… "What is there not to like about you?" He blurted out, not thinking. She looked down. "Look, Az… Okay, I'll be honest. You can be a bit of a klutz, but that's just you. The best thing about you is that you take it all with a smile on your face. Well, most of the time, anyway." He paused, hoping for a reaction, but got none. "I could never do that. And as for not being smart… you're one of the smartest people I know!" She snorted. "Honestly! Okay, so maybe you're not a straight-A student, but more then once you've out-smarted me. You may not be academic but… you've shown me a lot. Taught me a lot. Things I… never considered before. About Life, and happiness, and… everything, really. And what about that story you told earlier! I'd love to be able to come up with stuff like that. I mean, I'm terrible with words, just listen to me!" He smiled, taking her hand. He did not let her pull away this time. "And, as for not being pretty… well, maybe people don't faint when you're coming. And maybe they're not about to go putting you on the cover of every magazine. But I think you're beautiful, and I'm not the only one to say that. Besides, you're so beautiful inside, Az, that no body in the world could do you justice. Nothing could compare to what a nice person you are. You're just… everything I'm not. You're confident, and friendly, and loving… If anything, people wonder what you see in me. Because I'm the unlovable one here, and yet, you do." She remained silent, but was shaking silently. "Listen, Az, if I was in charge of those magazines, I would have you one every page of every one, because I'd want people to know how lucky I am."

Azreal looked up, smiling again. "You can stop now." She said, a laugh finally escaping from her lips. The shaking he'd mistaken for tears had in fact been in mirth. And who could blame her?

Seto sighed in relief. "Oh, thank goodness." He gasped. "I thought I'd have to keep that sentimental rubbish up for ages…"

Azreal laughed harder at him. "You really aren't good with words, are you? I mean, you laughed when I liked roses! And, you know, I'm wondering…" She looked at him slyly. "Exactly what magazines you're referring to, Seto, you pervert…"

"I didn't mean it like that!" Seto yelled, chocking as he went bright red.

"I know." She smirked, squeezing his hand. "It was a very nice load of sentimental rubbish, by the way." She squeezed his hand once more, and pulled away. She kissed him lightly on that sensitive place, near his ear, leaving him tingling, and began to walk back towards the tents. "Goodnight, Seto."

"…Goodnight, Az." he called after her. She turned and smiled, before she zipped herself into the cloth house.

Seto stood, but watched the lake for a few minutes. When his mind and heart and face had calmed down, he went to bed himself and slept soundly, not knowing of the trouble that would greet him in the morning.

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Mokuba awoke early the next morning, under a canvas roof, to the sound of the dawn chorus of bird song, all of which was a new experience for him. For a moment, he lay there. When they walked home from school, Azreal was always telling him to appreciate the beauty of nature, pointing out the calls of particular birds, or the brightness of a weed growing on the grass verges. And then she'd tell him to appreciate it. Well, this morning, he could really see where she was coming from as he lay and listened to the birds.

Yep, totally, nature. Listen to it. Appreciate it. He could totally gel with it. Yeah. There he was, lying in the tent, appreciating the sound of the birds outside.

Of course, there would be more 'nature' to 'appreciate' if he stopped lying in bed and got up. That was reason enough for him. His attention span couldn't handle this anyway.

On the other side of the tent, James was still sleeping, and wasn't showing any signs of waking up, so Mokuba quickly got dressed. He didn't mind having to share a tent- Seto and Anna were really too old to share with anyone, and besides, James was a pretty cool kid. Mokuba couldn't say he'd always wanted a little brother- he hadn't; after all, there'd never been much chance he'd get one, and besides, he wouldn't wish what he and Seto had gone through on anyone. There was Noah, but he really didn't count because he was dead and if he wasn't he would have been Seto's age- but James was quite fun to have around. And he was getting good at Ro-Sham-Bo now.

Anna was already outside when he emerged, sitting at the small table under the marquee and eating a small bowl of cereal.

"Morning!" He called cheerily, sitting down oppisite her, and stroking Cassie as the dog trotted over.

"Morning." She replied, grinning. She had that look on her face, and in an instant, Mokuba knew she was up to something, and he didn't fancy his chances of dealing with it alone.

"Where's Seto…?" He asked, uncertainly.

"Judging by the sounds of movement, he's awake." Anna replied quietly, smirking. "But he hasn't attempted to come out yet."

Wait a second. Attempted to!

"What have you done…?" Mokuba wondered, looking towards Seto's tent.

The design of the tent was fairly good, and robust. It had an outer, and an inner layer, meaning no condensation or moisture, could seep through the walls. It also meant that there was, in effect, two doors to go through, with two separate zips. The zips, Mokuba saw, that were now padlocked together. Seto would not be able to open the doors more then a few centimetres.

It was a very crude, yet to be proved effective, trap.

Mokuba snorted. This could be fun to watch…

"Here we go…" Anna muttered, twirling the key in her fingers as the zips twitched.

A small gap opened in the tent door. And then the zip would go no further.

It strained for a moment, as Seto presumably struggled with it, but he eventually sussed it would go no further. The zips were well, and truly, stuck.

"What the…?" He muttered from within the tent, and then his hand appeared through the gap. It waved around for a moment, as if it were a small animal emerging from below ground and was dazed by the son. It was at this moment that James appeared, and saw what was going on, laughing at the hand waving around. He went to go over, but Anna grabbed him, shushing him. Seto's hand caught hold of the padlock, and bent it back to see what it was. A moment later, it appeared back outside.

"Let me out." Seto called tiredly.

No-one answered.

"Whoever did this, I'm going to kill you." He stated, flatly. "Now, let me out."

"How likely am I to do that if he'll kill me the second he's released?" Anna whispered. Mokuba shrugged.

"Fine." Seto sighed. His hand slip through the gap again, grabbed the padlock, and dragged it just inside the tent. A few slight noises, and, about fifteen seconds later, his hand pushed the padlock back out. No longer attached to the zips. Picked.

"Oh, crud…" Anna moaned, wondering if running would look too suspicious.

A second later, Seto erupted from the tent, looking enraged, and he glared at the three of them, looking for a culprit.

James, who was laughing openly, though if he understood or not Seto did not know, was only four. He wouldn't do anything like that.

That left the two normal suspects, his brother, and his girlfriend. Anna sat, smirking, but looking innocent. Mokuba was trying to contain his laughter.

Aha.

Azreal was never innocent. And, more to the point, she would just laugh out right unless she was trying to keep a low profile.

"That wasn't funny." He said to her, calmly. "I suggest you run."

Azreal didn't need telling twice, and ran, Seto perusing her. Mokuba watched as they dashed round the camp, disappearing briefly into the woods before bursting out again, back round the camp, leaping over guide ropes and the remains of the fire, until Azreal dived into her tent, laughing.

Seto smirked, and Mokuba got the sinking feeling Azreal was about to be beaten. Seto walked calmly around to the side of the tent, bent down, and released the guide rope. The wall sagged in.

Giving the girl inside no time to escape, Seto moved onto the next rope. And the next, and the next. In no time at all, the tent was almost totally collapsed, with only a few lumps to suggest it's contents. Calmly, Seto put his arm over the only moving one, and stopped it from struggling as he asked for an apology. The lump refused, giggling, and they continued as Mokuba watched in disbelief and James giggled.

"Morning, all!" Doug called happily, emerging from his tent.

"Uh… morning?" Mokuba offered.

"Good morning." Seto stated, nodding from somewhere on top of a collapsed tent.

"Morning dad!" Anna's muffled voice came from somewhere within the collapsed tent.

Doug opened his mouth, but then decided not to ask and went back inside his tent instead.

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Seto sat on his coat, alone, under a tree. The fact that he was under a tree was not so much important as nice, as he read a book from the dappled light the leaves allowed through. He was leant up against the bark of the old oak, looking about as relaxed as anyone had ever seen him. Not that anyone was watching. They were all swimming in the lake. But Seto was not a big fan of swimming, so he was reading instead. It had been a long time since he had sat down and read a book, and this one, that Azreal had told him to read, was rather good. It had it's short comings, disappointingly, but he could do no better. Besides, fantasy was not his usual genre, so he was not one to judge, perhaps.

A shadow rose from the top of the hill. A figure, cloaked in darkness. Navitas ignored the rain water dripping down his face, it had nothing to do with the fact he was shivering. As he stood, transfixed, the figure, the phantom, turned and spoke.

Before Seto could find out what the phantom said, however, his hand was viciously mauled by Cassie's tongue.

"Get off me…" He said, pushing her, and her wet fur, away. Cassie lay down next to him, staring up with big brown eyes. "No." Seto said, firmly. "I know what you want. You want fuss, don't you? Well, the answer is no."

Cassie continued to look at him.

"You might as well give up." Seto told her. "I live with Mokuba. I'm immune to puppy dog eyes."

Cassie looked at him, unwavering.

Sighing, Seto relented and scratched behind her ears. "I hate the puppy-dog eyes…" He grumbled. "It always works…" he stopped grumbling, but continued to fuss Cassie with his bandaged hand in the hope that he could still read his book with the other.

However, he still didn't get to find out what the shadow said. He should've known that wherever Cassie was, Azreal, or Mokuba, was not far behind. In this case, however, it was Azreal.

"Hi." She said.

Seto gave up on the book, marking the page and putting it down. "Hey." He replied.

They sat in silence for a moment, broken only by Mokuba calling for Cassie. The dog trotted off, and they watched as the two played together.

"He really loves that dog." Azreal commented. "Maybe you should let him have one."

"He really likes your brother." Seto replied, keeping his eyes fixed ahead. Azreal may not have been able to see without her glasses, but to him it was painfully obvious that she was in her stripy swimsuit. "Are you suggesting I let him keep James to?"

She laughed. "Anyway, I just came to see if you were alright." She poked him. "Why are you sitting up here on your own, eh? What, can't you swim?"

Seto looked at her, raising his eyebrows. "Of course I can."

"Then why don't you?" She asked, dripping with false innocence. "Or is it that you just don't want to show off your legs?"

Seto's eyebrow moved even further up his forehead.

"Aha, so that's it!" She laughed. "Oh, come on Seto, I bet you have great legs under there! Or is it solid trouser all the way through, and your upper body just kinda balancing?" She looked at him mischievously, then tried to grab his foot in an attempt to find out.

"Get off me!" Seto said, retreating.

"Oh, come on!" She yelled back, trying to grab his foot, and succeeding only in pulling his shoe off. "In the name of Science, I must know!"

"This is not science!" Seto protested as he pulled away, leaving her with his other shoe. "This is some kind of crazy side-effect from the s'mores!"

She wasn't listening, attempting to look at his foot.

"You have hairy ankles." She commented.

"Those are socks!"

"Oh, I see! Well, let me try again!"

"No!"

"Oh, don't be a baby…"

"Don't even try it!"

"Try and stop me!"

Before she managed to investigate what Seto's ankle really looked like, however, he was distracted by Mokuba calling him to come and look at something on the small pier over the water. Glad of the excuse to escape, Seto padded down in his socks. If Mokuba wondered what had happened to his brother's shoes, he didn't bother asking.

"Look!" He said excited, pointing down into the water.

"What am I looking for?" Seto frowned, bending over to see better.

Mokuba rolled his eyes. He really was rather gullible sometimes.

Azreal ran up the pier, crashing into him, and pushing with all her might.

That got Seto in the water.

Mokuba and Azreal laughed hysterically for a while, until they began to sense something really was amiss.

"Shouldn't he have… um… surfaced, by now?" Mokuba asked uncertainly.

"I wouldn't worry." Azreal tried, trying to sound light-hearted. "He can swim, right?"

"I don't know!" Mokuba wailed. "I've never thought to ask!"

"Uh… it's okay…" Azreal tried not to worry. This was Seto after all… "I'm sure he's just… hiding under the pier. Yeah."

She bent down, hanging so her head was upside down and she could see under the pier. No sign of Seto's smirking head. Slightly concerned now, She went to straighten up.

Of course, that was the precise moment that Seto surfaced behind her, and pulled her in backwards.

She surfaced a moment later, spluttering. "You…" She began. He smirked, managing to get the better of the her even though he was the one standing, almost fully clothed, in a lake with water dripping down his face and hair. "You…" He raised an eyebrow, laughing.

She laughed to, and they floated there, grinning at each other.

Mokuba cannonball-ed off the edge of the pier, effectively stopping them from doing anything horrible, like kissing in front of him. Azreal splashed him. Mokuba splashed back. Shrugging, Seto joined in. He was soaked anyway.

Having watched the entire proceedings from the shore, Doug pulled out a camera and captured the moment. Anna was adverse to having her picture taken and as a result, any photos of this holiday would have to be captured on the sly.

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When the water fight had come to an end, Azreal looked up from where she, Mokuba, and Cassie had been splashing around quite happily to see Seto, stalking off up the slope to the summit they'd found the day before. Slightly concerned, she sploshed back to shore and pulled on a t-shirt and some trousers before wading through the shallows to catch up with him.

Seto was standing at the top of the hill, looking down into the valley, deep in thought, when she approached. She ran to join him.

"Hey, Seto!" She called.

Seto turned just in time to see her reach the summit of the hill, trip over in a rabbit hole and crash into him. Before he knew what was happening, they were both rolling down into the valley.

For a few, terrifying moments, Seto found himself rolling down a slope so steep it was like it wasn't there at all, crashing painfully from time to time through foliage or into a tree, none of which slowed his descent for more then a second. Nearby, Azreal was suffering a similar experience. His eyes were shut most of the time as his head bumped helplessly again and again, but he opened them just enough to see a floor of green beneath him. They were going to crash right down through the vale of trees, to the hidden bottom of the valley below!

Seto decided that he didn't want his eyes open anymore.

Once they had crashed through the canopy of leaves, however, the decent slowed considerably, and the rolled slowly onto flat, grassy land, sunlight filtering through the holes they'd made in the place where the trees weaved together.

"Are you alright?" Seto asked, once he had got his bearings back somewhat and gone over to Azreal, who had landed about two metres away.

"Fine." She said roughly, spiting dirt out of her mouth and sitting up. "A little winded, maybe bruised, but otherwise, I'm fine." She looked up, pulling pieces of bracken out of her hair, through the holes they'd made in the roof of leaves, and up to the mouth of the valley. She gave a low whistle. "We fell a long way… What about you? Are you alright?"

"Peachy." Seto sighed, rolling his eyes and concentrating on the task at hand. "There's no way we'll be able to climb back up…"

"Then we're stuck."

"Looks like." Seto sat down next to her.

"Well, it's not a bad place to be stuck in, by all accounts…" Azreal pointed out. "And we've discovered it. We could be famous."

Indeed, it wasn't a horrible place. Hidden by the steep slopes, the floor of the valley was a beautiful garden. How enough light and rain had reached them for them to grow no-one had ever found out. But it was a small, grassy, clearing, fringed with rows of trees that grew all the way down the slopes. And on the trees…

"Hey, look, someone's carved into it…" Azreal said, wondering over to it. With nothing else to do, Seto followed her, and they read in silence.

This is Harriet's place! Keep out!

"We didn't exactly want to come here…" Azreal grumbled.

"Look at the date." Seto pointed out. 1903. "Whoever Harriet was, she's at least 102 now, even if she's still alive. Which I doubt."

"There's another one!" Azreal said, moving to the next tree. "'Rediscovered by Ben in 1943.' Man, he was probably evacuated out here in the war…"

"There's one here." Seto said, pointing further up the tree. "Only this is George, in 1924."

"They're everywhere!" Azreal yelled, scanning up and down the row. "It's like a complete history of who's found this place!"

"And there's no skeletons, so they got out!" Seto added. "But where…?" He scanned around, examining every crevice, but could see no hand holds or ways to climb up. He rubbed his temples in frustration. This was a puzzle that he had to figure out…

"1963, 1969, 1976…" Azreal reeled off, moving up the row. "1981, 1987, 1991… That's it." Then she glanced back down the row. "Woah, woah!" She ran a little way back, and then laughed. "Dad lied. He has been down here. Man, he's older then I thought… Hey, Seto, come see this."

Seto tried to sustain interest, but failed. "Great. But we really need to find the way out…"

"They all wrote songs here, with the dates… all songs from that era."

Seto hmmed in some kind of acknowledgement.

"Seth…" She caught his hand. "We have to add ours!"

Seto looked down in surprise.

"C'mon, everyone else has…" She said. "What song do you want?"

He shrugged, and she sighed.

"Look, go and sit down over there, I'll do it." She sighed, finding a patch of soft bark on the tree and then a sharp stone. Scraping sounds echoed to Seto's ears as he sat on the ground.

Suddenly, finding a way out didn't seem so important. All of a sudden, he felt drained, like this little glade was timeless, and he never wanted to leave. He lay back in the grass, breathing deeply. A moment later, Azreal came and lay beside him.

"Did you pick a song?" Seto asked, detachedly.

"Yup." Azreal smiled. "I put 'Seto and Az were here having a 'Beautiful Day', 2005. Good?"

"Good." Seto agreed, rolling onto his back. Unbidden, a memory crept into his mind.

The sound of birds. The whisper of wind in the trees, rustling the leaves. So familiar, so forgotten. And he was just lying there. He wasn't working, wasn't striving to achieve anything, wasn't even thinking that much, as he lay there with Azreal by his side.

Just breathing. In and Out. Like that time so long ago… Also a camping trip, also a family with a young boy, and one who was barely more then a baby…

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He was surrounded by sounds, yet surrounded by silence. Birds, the wind, the burbling of a river somewhere off in the distance. He stared up in excited anticipation at the sky, as clear and blue as his own eyes. Occasionally a bird or a cloud would drift by, but nothing else seemed ready to disturb the perfect blue.

He heard foot steps, and lay down even flatter, trying to be obscured by the tall grass, stifling a laugh.

"Seto…?" His dad called. "Where are you hiding?"

Seto laughed. "You'll never find me!"

"Oh really?" His dad asked. Then, suddenly, his head loomed in Seto's line of vision. "Don't kid yourself! Gotcha!" He grabbed Seto and tickled him till the small boy sat up and begged for mercy, still giggling.

"So…" Dad asked once the young boy had settled down. "What are you doing out here, hiding in the grass all alone?"

"I'm waiting for the stars to come out!" Seto gasped, excitement flooding his cheeks and eyes. "So you can show me all the different shapes!"

His Dad laughed. "The stars won't be out for a while, son…"

"But I don't want to miss them!" Seto practically wailed.

"You won't." His dad reassured him. "They'll wait for you."

"Really?" Seto asked, stubbornness falling a little. "Promise?"

"Promise!" His dad laughed, picking him up and slinging the delighted boy onto his back. "Now how about we go and dam up that stream?"

"Yeah!" Seto cheered.

Later, his elevation turned to fear. His dad hopped easily from rock to rock, but Seto's little legs would not reach that far. He jumped, slipped, and found himself amazingly safe in his father's arms.

"Seto…" He said slowly. "You must have known you wouldn't have made it alone. Why did you try!"

Seto flinched, hating himself for making his father mad. "I… I just wanted to follow you…"

"Son, listen." His dad replied thoughtfully. "You don't have to follow me. Not if you can't or don't want to. We need someone on both sides to dam a river! Okay?"

"Okay." Seto nodded, not really understanding.

"Good!" He smiled. "Then let's get to work!"

Seto began to agree happily, but then he spotted his mother and little brother watching from not far away. He hadn't liked Mokuba at all when he first arrived, but now the baby was more of a toddler, beginning to get the hang of walking. And as Seto watched the other half of his family, Mokuba struggled to get lose, clambering to go and join his dad and Seto even though he had no way of understanding what they were doing.

But he was too little. He'd fall in and drown himself. So Mom wouldn't let him go, holding him tight.

"Actually, dad…" Seto said slowly. "I'm gonna go and play with Mokie… he's too small to work with us, and didn't you say that we could all have fun on this holiday?"

"I did." His dad agreed. "Go on then."

He watched as Seto ran over to his little brother, dragging him off with a cry of: "C'mon, Mokie. I know an awesome place to play! And then dad says the stars will come out…"

"Stars!"

"Yeah! You know, they look shiny, but if you got real close to one…"

The voices drifted off into the distance as Seto half carried, half pulled the toddler away. The man moved closer to his wife.

"What were you two doing?" She asked.

"Nothing." He replied. "You know, we have a great son. He really looks after his brother…"

"Yes. And I hope he never changes."

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"What are you thinking about?" Azreal asked, pulling him back to the present.

Seto blinked, rolling over to look at her. "That's a strange question…"

"It's strange to see you smile." She replied, smiling herself.

"…Nothing." Seto answered, rolling onto his back once more. Then he smiled some more, laughing a little. "I was just waiting for the stars to come out."

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They had been in the valley for almost an hour, and still no-one had come looking for them. Still, all they had done was lie there, side by side, in silence. At this rate, it really did look like they'd be stuck there till the stars came out…

Seto shivered slightly in his wet clothes, trying to stop it from being noticeable. But, true to form, Azreal still noticed.

"So, you're cold to." She said, quietly. Seto nodded, knowing it was useless to deny it. "Here…" She said, closing her eyes. A few moments later, she reverted to her muse form, wings swooshing out of her back. She moved them strangely, like extra arms, wrapping them over both herself and Seto. It was that odd sensation again, of both coolness and heat, and Seto accepted the feathery blanket gratefully. Only…

"Az…" he said, in confusion, looking at her wings that seemed even more bedraggled then usual. Before his eyes, a white feather drifted to the ground. "Your wings are malting…"

"I know…" She replied, sounding on the verge of sleeping. Or fainting. "They're only going to last a few more days."

"What?" Seto demanded.

"They're here now, okay?" She tried sleepily.

"No, it's not." He answered. "What's wrong with you, Az? You've been acting strange for months now. Are you ill again?"

She didn't answer for a long time.

"Seto, listen…" She began, uncertainly, then suddenly shot bolt upright, gasping. Her wings splayed out behind her, feathers exploding off in all directions, swirling away as she suddenly, violently, became solid.

"Azreal!" Seto yelled urgently, batting feathers away from his face. "What's going on! Are you okay!" She was sitting, shaking violently. But he was just glad to see she was till breathing. He went to her, and did what he could- held her. She was gasping for air, but gradually her heart, and breathing slowed. Not to normal pace, but out of the danger zone.

"Talk to me, Az." Seto commanded quietly.

"It's gone." She whispered. He had never seen her so pale, or heard her so scared.

"I don't understand." Seto admitted. "What's gone?"

"Wherever…" She whispered, the two syllables slowly climbing over her lips and into the surrounding air, as still as the grave.

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A/N: (Sniffle) And so, that's the last we'll see of Ryou. Annnnnnyways, disclaimer: I own nothing, except, well, the werewolf story Az told was mine, for English. Also, the book Seto was reading was a story my friend and I wrote a few years back. That part, she wrote originally, but I tweaked quite a bit. Annnnnnd... I think that's it! But I have never made a s'more, nor roasted a marshmallow, so forgive any oversights...