Zero-A.C.: First of all: No, I haven't forgotten about the story! It's just, that this is new terrain for me. Normally I just write one-shots and I have the feeling, that this will be a little bit longer.

I'm used to re-read my stories about a hundred times before I'm satisfied with them, and even then, I'm never complete happy about one of my stories. Multi-chapter stories are a bit different and I'm a bit nervous about how it will turn out. And that English isn't my native language doesn't make it better, really! So please forgive me, if my grammar and spelling won't be the best…So much thanks to my Beta-Reader and boyfriend+kiss+

Besides this: Thanks for the reviews, I got, for the first chapter. I hadn't imagined, that there would be such an interest in this story. It was something my mind made up awhile ago and I decided finally to write it down. Thanks to all again!

And now: Enjoy the second part!

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Second Night

The next night Mokuba couldn't sleep again. But this time it wasn't because of another thunderstorm outside the mansion.

He hadn't talked with Seto about his thoughts of leaving. Mokuba couldn't, not after the last night, after seeing his brother's eyes. He had wanted to leave, but now, he was unsure about it.

Outside it was raining heavily.

Finally he gave it up. There was no way he could fall asleep. To much thoughts were running through his mind, thoughts about Seto. He got up and walked to the kitchen to get a glass of milk, maybe it would help.

Mokuba still needed to know, who he was and where he belonged, but everything was so confusing. Why had Seto come to his room, and why had he looked so sad? It wasn't fair. When he finally thought, he had made a decision, things like this happen. Why?

Mokuba opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of milk. Still thinking, he got a glass, he almost shed some of the milk, but were able to prevent it in the last Second. Slowly Mokuba began to drink.

The last weeks it had seemed as if Seto was hardly aware of his brother and every try to talk with him failed in about one minute. It was hard to stand this ignorance, of his older brother, when he was used to get even the tiniest bit of attention from Seto, even if his older brother had to do a lot of things. And running a company, inventing new hologram technology and planning the build of a new adventure park were a lot of things.

But in the Past his brother had been involved in more things than this: school, duelling and all the rest. Back then, he had got time for his little brother, no matter how small the amount of time was. Now it was different. Seto seemed to drift away and no matter how much Mokuba tried, he couldn't reach him.

This was completely frustrating. Over the last years he had lived with all of this, taking every bit of ignorance and cold manner from his brother with a smile. He didn't mind one bit of it. But lately it had gotten harder to accept it. Lately Mokubas own ignorance towards the behaviour of his brother had changed into awareness. Mokuba had got enough; he couldn't stay around his brother much longer. It was killing him.

Well, that was what he had thought the last weeks, but now it seemed so unimportant. Damn Seto!

He put the bottle back in the fridge. Still he had the feeling, that he couldn't sleep.

As Mokuba walked back to his room, he noticed something odd. The door of Seto's study room was open and no lights were on.

His brother couldn't be asleep, could he? It was half past twelve! And Seto never went to bed early. He always worked long and went to bed long after his younger brother. Besides this, he was always the first of the brothers, who was awake in the morning. Sometimes it seemed to Mokuba, as if Seto never slept at all. There was no possibility, that his brother could sleep right now, right?

Curious Mokuba went to his brother's room and opened the door carefully. He sneaked into the room and found Seto sleeping in his bed. A small smile spread over his face as he watched his older brother. Mokuba had never seen Seto asleep like this. It was as if their roles were reversed in this moment.

Seto looked much younger, than over the rest of the day. There was a calm, almost soft expression on his face, although there was still the image on it, as if he was thinking.

But then after a few minutes, something changed. Just a small switch in the Atmosphere, but it was enough, to make Mokuba shiver. Something old, sacred and long forgotten seemed to fill the room.

And then Seto began to talk in his sleep.

Mokuba couldn't understand his words. Not because Seto spoke too quietly, no, it was because he spoke in a language, his younger brother couldn't understand. And it scared him.

The voice of his brother was sad and the words he spoke in this old language must be sad as well. Just two words, two names, he could figure out in the whispers of his brother: Atemu and Kisara. The first was spoken with exhaustion and grieve, the second was spoken with love and guilt.

Then, from one moment to the other, the scenery changed again.

Seto's talking stopped abruptly and then, after some seconds of total silence, his head began to turn from one side to the other. First slowly, but then more frantically. It was, as if his older brother was fighting against something or someone.

And again he talked in his sleep. This time in their own language. "No … please … no … Mom don't go …" Seto spoke quietly and desperate, his breath was heavy and Mokuba began to worry about his brother. "No…Not him…not Mokuba…don't take him … Moki … NO …" Setos hands clutched into the sheets of his bed. His voice got a bit louder from second to second and even more desperate, almost pleading. Mokuba stood frozen besides the bed, completely shocked. "No … Mokuba … don't … come back … please …" Now Tears were streaming over Mokuba face, he couldn't take it longer. Finally his body reacted. He crawled into the bed of his brother and wrapped his arms around him.

Slowly Seto calmed down, his breath got more steadily and his head rested at Mokubas shoulder. "Mokuba…" his voice faded slowly and then he was deep asleep again. His younger brother was still sobbing and crying softly for a long time.

END 2.Night

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