Hey all. Here's the second chapter. I know the last one kinda stunk but hopefully this ones better.

Chapter 2:

In the kitchen, making Monte Cristos and soup for lunch. Thinking about my parents. Mom was a chef. She had her own restaurant when she was alive. She's the one who taught me to cook. After she died-two years ago-the restaurant was kept alive by the other chefs. Then me when I started working there. It closed down when I left.

Dad was a pilot. He had his own airline. That's how he met the Kaibas. Now that I think back, it makes sense. He used to fly Mr. Kaiba wherever he went. That's how I first met Seto. I went on the flight with father and helped out the flight attendants. Father introduced me to Mr. Kaiba who had brought Seto along with him. Then Mrs. Kaiba was introduced to my mother, and the Kaiba family began eating at Mom's restaurant once a week. Until I was fourteen. Then they moved to Domino. Seto and I had become close friends, and wrote to each other quite often. Until his step-father disappeared and the entire Kaiba Corporation was left to Seto that is. Then he didn't have the time and things got a little rough for him. His mom died of illness and he had to look after Mokuba as well as the company. That's when it all fell apart for us. He grew distant and cold. When my parents died, I turned to him. I called him, and although we hadn't spoken in over a year, he didn't turn me away. I cooked at mom's restaurant after they found my brother-I was in hiding until they captured him. It was broadcast on the news about my family-the entire story. A few days later, Seto called me and offered me a place to stay. I accepted but we agreed that I would finish my education first. When I graduated I moved to Domino.

Washing the dishes. Mokuba ran off with Seto but they didn't tell me where they were going. Seto's barely said 'Boo' to me since yesterday morning. He's colder and harder than ever. I knew it was too good to be true. A moment of weakness is more than he wanted to allow. His walls are backed up with guards now. I have to knock them down, I've done it before and I can do it again. It won't be easy but this isn't good for him. He may not realize it but he needs me. He needs me to knock down those walls, and so does Mokuba. Seto is all the poor kid has left, yet he doesn't have his big brother at the same time that he does. It must hurt. I'm doing this for everyone.

In my room, looking over the notes I took when building my model. I find a piece that I took in the early stages, where I'd installed a chip from a remote control airplane. So that's how I made it fly. I put in the part that's being used when the remote is being used to control it. Well that makes sense. I'll have to go buy another airplane like that when I start modeling Red-Eyes Black Dragon.

I took a power energy course in school. We made all sorts of neat little rockets and stuff. That's where this knowledge came from to make my robots. I never thought I'd become this advanced, but I guess all I needed was the right tools.

When will Seto and Mokuba be back anyway? They don't have to tell me where they're going but it would be nice if I knew when to expect them back. They've been gone for ages. They left right after lunch, which was about 1:00pm, and now it's almost 7:00 in the evening. I hope they're alright.

I've been sitting on the couch watching the television. I'm not completely paying attention though. Obviously, because I'm worrying about the boys. I sigh, the pain of not knowing getting to me. Also the pain of missing Seto. I switch off the TV, go back to my room, and pull a photo album off my shelf. The only photo album I have really. Opening it, I stare at the happy faces of my parents and my brother. As I flip through the pages I start finding some that include the Kaibas. The first one I see is of Seto with his arm around my shoulders holding a pool stick. Not only that, we're both smiling. I remember this photo. It was when I was twelve. I was always at Seto's place, or Seto was always at mine. We were inseparable. My brother and him never really made friends with each other. They tolerated each other but the real connection was between Seto and I. He was at my place that time-but where is he now? We spent the entire day laughing, playing pool or video games or watching TV. It's always been one of the best memories I've had of us. As I continue to flip through, I begin to notice his smile more and more. He used to smile a lot. His step-father was never very kind to him or Mokuba, but Seto never really cared. He never sent me any pictures of him or Mokuba after they moved. The last picture of us together, was right before he left. The family stopped in to say their final goodbyes. Seto and me, standing like we were in the picture with the pool table and Mokuba in front of us. Our smiles were small. There were smiles but there were also the slight hint of tears. I remember that day as well. It was the day with the last hug I ever got from Seto. He was trying not to cry. He was being strong; for me, for Mokuba and for himself. I cried more that day than I had any other day of my life-not counting when I lost my family. I was inconsolable. People usually are when they lose their best friend. I went through a fair state of depression, until I got a letter one day. The maid had just brought the mail to Mom and she called me down to the kitchen. Receiving that letter was like the best Christmas present ever, even if it was only August. I took the letter to my room and dug out my embroidery floss. I made two friendship bracelets-one for Seto and one for him to give to Mokuba. I enclosed them in a letter and sent them on their way. A few weeks later I got another letter from Seto and a package. He had sent me a blue, crystal dolphin that had been stained with white, painted letters. It said Friends forever and always. I loved dolphins, still do. I still have that crystal too. I keep it on my dresser, so I can look at it whenever I want. We sent small gifts back and forth almost every time we wrote a letter. We were so close. I sit there for a long time, looking at the pictures and worrying about Seto.

I look at my watch, 8:53pm. I hear the sound of a nearby door opening. Rushing to my door, I pull it open in time to see Seto's bedroom door close quietly. I hurry over to it and pound on the door. "Seto?...Seto, open up." No reply. I stand there for a few minutes before banging on it again. "Seto, please." I can hear soft footsteps in the room. I start thinking. Maybe it's not Seto. Are they even back? Maybe it's a burglar or-. My thoughts are cut off as the door opens. Before me stands the tall blue-eyed, brown-haired Seto Kaiba. It was him. Relief. I throw myself at him, wrap my arms around him and rest my head on his chest. "Seto, where were you? What took you so long to come back? I was so worried." He didn't respond to my hug. When I threw myself at him, I noticed that his arms twitched as he fought his natural reflexes that told him to catch me. Now he just stood there, not doing a thing. I look up into the icy glaze that looks back at me. "Where were you, Seto? Why were you gone so long?" I don't try to hide the emotions on my face or in my voice, but I'm still fighting back tears. I was so damn worried. He doesn't answer me right away. He puts his hands behind his back, grips my wrists firmly and unwraps them from himself.

"It's none of your concern where I was," he says and walks by me, making way to the staircase that leads up to the computer. I stare at his back until it's out of sight. Mokuba runs up from the floor below and up the stairs behind Seto, taking no notice of me. I look in front of me to Seto's bedroom. A dresser stands near his bed, with a mirror attached to the back and a full length mirror next to it. It's full of little treasures. Small things. I squint at the items for a minute. I sigh, it's the same type of things I sent him with his letters. A thought strikes me. I squint again. It is the stuff I sent him. I thought he'd have packed it all away or thrown it out. But no, there it is on his dresser, in the open. I look over to his neatly made bed. On the left head post hangs the friendship bracelet I made him. He still has that too? No, this is too confusing. I shake my head viciously and run back to my room. Sprawled out on my back, on my bed, I stare at the ceiling. I don't understand you Seto. Does this mean you still care? A knock at the door. I wipe away the small tears that still remain on my cheeks.

"Come in." The door opens lowly and Mokuba pokes his head in. He walks in fully and he shuts the door behind him. "Hey, what's up smallish dude?"

"Nothing," he says kind of nervously. A few minutes of silence. I call Mokuba to come sit on the bed.

"Mokuba, where did you and Seto go today?"

"Uh," he fidgets. "Seto told me not to tell you."

"Why? Please Mokuba. You guys were gone for almost eight hours. I was really worried."

"Well…uh."

"Please, I swear I won't tell him that you told me."

"Promise?" I nod. "We went to the island."

"The island? What for?"

He hesitates. "We went to see Mom's grave. We had her buried on the island where she couldn't be disturbed. Seto wanted to go see her."

"Oh." Mokuba looks at his feet and swings them above the floor. "What had you come in here for?"

"I wanted to talk to you."

"Oh? About what?"

"Um,"

"It's okay. You can tell me anything remember?" He's still silent. "Is something wrong? Are you alright? Are you hurt or-"

"No. I wanted to talk about you…see…Seto was talking about you today, on the way to mom's grave. He told me what happened yesterday. I wanted to ask you something."

"Okay…go ahead."

"Well, it's a bit personal and you don't have to answer but if you do then I want your honest answer."

"Okay."

"…Do you love Seto?" he looks at me with large eyes. He really wants to know.

"Mokuba…why do you ask that?"

"Because…when Seto told me about what happened, it seemed to me that you have feelings for him. And I mean more than just they way friends care about each other. It seemed to me that there was something more…so do you?"

What do I say? Should I even answer this? What will he say to Seto? Seto's already blocking me out, if Mokuba tells him what I say, what will he do? I sit there thinking about it for what must be longer than I thought because Mokuba nods and says, "it's alright if you didn't want to answer." He hops of the foot of the bed and walks over to the door.

Before he opens it the soft words drift from my mouth. "I do." He looks back at me, smiles and leaves.

It's weird how that kid can read peoples feelings like an open book. He seems to always know these things. I guess that's why he's closer to Seto than anyone. No matter how much he tries Seto just can't hide from Mokuba. He can hide from me, but I still know that there's something else there. But Mokuba's different. Even if I hadn't answered, he still would've known how I feel. Now it's clear; I didn't admit anything to Mokuba, I admitted it to myself. I had to hear myself say it.

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A new day; a new start; new events in store. Mokuba managed to get Seto away from his computer. I'll have to figure out how he did it. We're all sitting in the lounging room. Seto and Mokuba are hypnotized by the TV. They're watching wrestling. I'm enjoying the calmness that's only broken by an occasional cheer from Mokuba every time his favorite wrestler gets a good hit on his opponent. Seto's mouth twitches each time, almost threatening to smile at his younger brother. I sit in an armchair at a ninety degree angle to the couch and television with my sketchbook in my lap. It's mostly full of various Duel Monsters, but at the moment I'm concentrating on something else. With my pencil in hand, gliding over the page, I'm focused on creating a drawing of Seto and Mokuba on the couch. This is one of the sweeter moments that I refuse to let slip by. My eyes are fixed on my page, only looking up once in a while to make sure that the lines I have drawn are accurate to the people in front of me, but I still notice a certain pair of deep blue eyes looking my way every now and then. Why is this? Has Mokuba told Seto what I said to him today?

In a way I hope he hasn't because it could mean that Seto feels the need to further his distance from me. In another way, I hope he has dropped a hint but not said everything because it could mean that Seto and I can regain our closeness and be the friends we were before. But mostly, I hope he's told him everything he possibly can, because it could be likely that Seto will grow to feel the same love for me. With his exterior, it's a long shot; with the interior that I've witnessed with my own two eyes and ears, it's a potential result.