Seth: I apologize for the lateness of these chapters. My aunt died in a car wreck due to some moron who was driving on the WRONG side of the road and created a three-car accident. My aunt, I believe, was the only casualty. That was on the 16th of January and I've been a little rattled. But I'm getting back on track, so I hope you guys enjoy this and the other updates on my other stories. Peace, love, pass it along.

When The Angels Cry

Chapter 05:

All I Have Is You

It was a long morning; dragging minute after minute of torturous boredom for the blue-eyed brunet now sighing in relief. For the moment he'd finally found some quiet and distance from Mokuba's loud-mouthed friends without leaving the house. But his momentary peace was shattered at Jounouchi's crackling voice and his good trusted friend, Honda.

"Kaiba what're you thinking? You can't be up there on that roof- you're gonna fall and break your neck, you moron!" The nuisance called out but the brunet didn't even give a glance's notice.

"Hey Kaiba, you really need to be careful. It's too dangerous up there." Honda added a little calmer and nicer in tone. And still he pretended as if they weren't even there.

Anzu opened the door and frowned as she stared up at Kaiba. "Is he still ignoring you?" She asked and at the sound of the blond 'mutt's' exasperated sigh she smiled. By now one probably realizes Kaiba was up on the roof of the gameshop. As crazy as it was to be on such a narrow, slick, iced over roof, he seemed to enjoy its altitude and distance away from the others- even if he could still hear their voices at least he knew none of them could reach him up there. "So are we just going to leave him up there?"

"What else can we do? The stubborn mule won't listen to common sense." Jounouchi replied heading inside the humble game shop. Honda shrugged and followed, with Anzu, after Jounouchi.

Mokuba laughed as the three came back with a look of failure plaguing their faces. He put down the blanket he was folding and walked over to them. "Relax you guys. Seto isn't used to being around others for a long time and so he needs to relax and get away from the talking and laughter after a while. He'll be fine. If you let him be alone, he'll come down a lot faster than if you keep pestering him." Anzu nodded her head and smiled brightly.

"I kinda could tell he wasn't a people person, but I didn't know he was this much of a recluse-"

"Would you knock it off?" Anzu cut Jounouchi off, jabbing him in the side with her elbow. She turned back to the young Kaiba and ruffled his hair. "We'll fold the rest of the blankets Mokuba, you can relax or go upstairs and keep your brother company if you'd like." She suggested and the young one nodded.

Yugi and Solomon came in with firewood from Kaiba's vehicle. "Here's some more wood." The old man stated to the obvious.

Mokuba entered the empty bedroom and walked over to the open window. It made the room chilly and very cool. He stuck his head out and saw Kaiba's dark form clashing with the white around him. His hair blew gently in the swaying breeze and even though his dark clothing made him look especially pale, he didn't seem to be cold at all. Mokuba slowly stepped out onto the roof, holding onto the window sill with all his might.

Kaiba turned to the sound of his slight gasp and made his way over to him. "What are you doing out here Mokuba? You're going to hurt yourself." He scolded helping his brother to sit against the sill.

"Look who's talking."

"What are you doing out here? You should be inside where it's warm." The older one insisted ignoring the no-he-didn't glare Mokuba was giving him. "It's too cold out here for you."

There was a given silence that didn't last too long, "I just want to sit and talk with you. Don't hafta get all angry and irritated."

"I'm not angry or irritated with you."

"Then what's going on? I know you don't like them but you could try being a little friendlier. They aren't doing anything wrong, so why are you out here on the roof risking your life instead of being safe and warm inside? Do they annoy you so much that you'd rather risk injury rhan spend a day with them?" Mokuba asked in one big huff.

Kaiba pondered for a moment and shook his head. "They are that annoying to me, and I'm sorry if that bothers you but I'm not ready to go inside and listen to their idiotic ramblings. They aren't funny or exciting to me as they are to you." He answered sitting beside his brother, staring out over the snow covered roads.

"You don't like my taste in friends? I'm glad you're so into being totally honest."

Kaiba listened to the sarcastic remark and shrugged. "This isn't the day to be behaving in such a manner. You're acting immature and rebellious, I've noticed this ever since you've been hanging out with the others. They may be sweet and kind but what kind of influence are they truly having on you, when you snap at every comment I make? This isn't just about today and this blockade of ice. You've been very rude and impersonal to my work and opinions lately."

Mokuba was taken aback by his older brother's straight-forward heartfelt outpour. It wasn't like the other to admit worry and pain. But the young one totally disagreed with the accusation that he was the cause for his stress. "You're overreacting." He muttered folding his arms across his chest.

There was a sigh escaping softly from his lips as he mulled over the pathetic reply to his feelings. "Well, if I'm overreacting, you gave me the reasons why I did so. Not everything is a picnic, Mokuba. I'm not a people person, I don't like crowds and you've known that about me since forever. Just go inside and be with your friends and let me think alone." He gently commanded and Mokuba nodded without hesitation. "Listen, I'm not trying to get rid of you. Remember you're the only thing I have and nothing else is as important as you." He called out.

Mokuba nodded slowly, "I know." And he was gone.

Kaiba exhaled into the wind and leaned back a little against the cold slant of the second layer of the shop.

Kaiba had come down about an hour later after his discussion with Mokuba. It was getting into the evening and everyone, except the brunet, gathered around the fire. Kaiba sat in the chair a bit away and behind the others, reading a book he had brought from home. Mokuba stood up and glanced at his brother before excusing himself to the restroom upstairs. "Go ahead and start without me."

Anzu grabbed a plate and emptied a bag of marshmallows on it with some chocolate bars and graham crackers. "Yugi and Mr. Solomon may not be good at preparing for storms but at least they have ingredients for s'mores." She put the plate down and handed out bowls.

Kaiba stood and left to the small kitchen. Anzu smiled at her friends, "I forgot to get the napkins. I'll be right back." She walked into the kitchen after Kaiba.

"Did you need something?" She asked.

Her polite offer startled him but only slightly, "No. Thanks."

She nodded to herself and picked up the small pile of napkins and began fanning them against her other hand, "You know there's a lot of marshmallows and chocolate, if you wanted some…" She trailed off. It wasn't easy at all to talk to him.

"I'm fine." He repeated sternly but as she turned he rolled his eyes and took a step forward. "Thank you for the kind gesture but I'm not the kind that eats s'mores and hangs out with others around a fire." He explained.

Anzu didn't face him but she sighed and smiled sadly. "It's okay to be that way. We all, well most of us, understand. I know we're not exactly what you'd look for in friends if you were looking but from what I've seen Kaiba," She turned and nodded once again, "You're very caring and sweet and even if you aren't comfortable around us that's fine. You've been pretty nice to us anyway and you haven't provoked Jounouchi at all as far as I have seen."

Kaiba said nothing more as she left back to the others. He leaned against the counter and hung back away from the others for a while.

About ten minutes passed by, Kaiba entered the living room and saw Anzu placing an old-fashioned kettle over the fireplace, surely it wasn't a safe thing to do, but with no electricity you use what you can. Jounouchi was licking the remaining marshmallow and chocolate off his fingers. Kaiba grimaced at how he imitated the image of a child. Honda and Solomon were sitting down talking quietly. And it was at this time he frowned and stared up at the dark stairwell. 'Mokuba hasn't come down yet.' He rushed up the stairs without any words spoken, and no one noticed him except Yugi who was roasting more marshmallows. He blinked a few times and decided to let Kaiba alone with Mokuba, for he had noted the young one's absence too.

"Mokuba." Kaiba whispered through the bathroom door, knocking softly. When no answer came to him, he opened it up and realized he wasn't there since the door wasn't locked. The candle flickered and he left the door half-open. He checked Solomon's room, and then he paused at Yugi's bedroom, which was closed. He wondered now if Mokuba was really upset about what he'd said earlier. He turned the knob and felt the chill of the open window- the window he knew he had closed when he had come back in.

Ten Minutes Earlier "Excuse me real quick. "Go ahead and start without me." He shouted with a laugh knowing Jounouchi wouldn't wait even he was ordered to. But the laugh and smile faded as he snuck another glance at his brother before disappearing up the stairs. He stared at the bathroom door and went inside. But as he sat there on the seat, staring at the gentle flame dancing along the candle, he grew very crowded; crunched in by the small walls of the bathroom. He stood and opened the door slowly and stood in the hallway for a moment. His eyes caught glimpse of Yugi's room and he went in, eyed the window and opened it up.

Instantly he sighed in relief as the freezing wind hit his face. He felt a lot better than in the closed up rooms inside the house. He wondered now if that was how Kaiba felt a lot of the time. As if he were trapped and cornered with all the kindness and blissful ignorance that radiated off the others so brightly. "I guess he can't handle people with no real problems the way I can't handle my own problems." It was quite endearing that he so suddenly saw for once what made his brother such a 'recluse' as Jounouchi so coldly put it. "They have everything that matters. Seto has fought and battled for so long he doesn't know how to get along with anybody." "Everyone's an enemy to him. Maybe sometimes he thinks that I've changed without him too. That I don't believe in him anymore.' He thought more on that and frowned even more so. He bit his lip hesitantly and stepped out onto the slick, icy rooftop. It was a lot colder and windier than earlier. "Maybe in a way I have stopped believing in him."

The thought scared him and made him shudder. No one knew but his brother had a lust for danger and adventure. Mokuba knew that even with his good intentions to get here and supply food and whatnot, he had to have enjoyed the risk of dying. It was a hobby that developed from years of real-life dangers and death-threats that he overcame and conquered. "How can someone be so smart but so reckless and willing to face death in the face without fear but excitement?" He wondered. It was the one thing he couldn't stand about his brother. The secret fetish that could one day take his life away. "All I have is you, Seto. Even with Yugi and the others, if I lose you… It'll be the end." He whispered.

The wind began to pick up as the minutes rolled by and so Mokuba couldn't take it anymore. He stood but as he turned to head in, his foot slipped and he went sliding a little downward. "Woah!" He desperately grabbed onto the frozen shackles that threatened to crack and break off, he placed his feet back on the ground and swallowed hard. 'Slowly, Mokuba. Slowly.' He mentally chanted and reached for the window again. But a big gust of wind began to make him lose balance. Out of sheer fear the young brother of the CEO, Seto Kaiba, tried to jump for the sill of the open window but his gloved hand slipped off as his foot slid along the icy roof, and in an instant, a terrifying scary second, he fell off the roof and onto the icy sidewalk along the side of the gameshop. There wasn't even time to scream through the coarse wind.

Can you tell me that I'm in a dream?

That what I see is not what is to be.

Can you give me a way out,

There's too much pain hitting me.