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Chapter 3

Facing the Truth

"Good afternoon Mr. Kaiba, I've been waiting for you." The counselor said, getting up right as Seto walked in. "Please, have a seat." She said kindly, showing him a chair to sit in and sitting back down herself. Seto did not respond, merely obeyed. It would just be a couple more hours until he could leave this wrecked prison and visit his brother again. How he wished time would just go by faster.

"How are you?" She asked after a couple moments of silence. Seto just stared at her.

"Look lady, I know how you people work. You ask people how they are and ask them meaningless stupid questions that you don't even care about to get them to spit up their deepest, darkest feelings to you." The counselor gave him a grin. A sort of evil grin, Seto knew he was in for more trouble than he expected with this lady.

"Oh come now Seto… we're just here to talk. Don't be so cold." Seto remained silent, wishing he could be anywhere but there at that moment. "So… talk to me here."

"And if I refuse?"

"You do have a choice."

"Well, good."

"So about your brother…" Seto's eyes shot up and stared at her. "What was his name again?" She took out a file and opened it up, skimming through it for a moment. "Ah yes, Mokuba, right?" Seto was still silent. She flipped through a couple more pages in the file she was reading, then stopped and looked up. "Your brother is in the hospital, correct? Got into some trouble?" Seto stood up and started walking towards the door.

"And where do you think your going?"

"I am not talking to you about my brother. That is my business and no one else's."

"I'm a counselor dear, your personal lives are our business." Seto twisted around.

"Listen to me, I don't care what your job is, if you don't stop I WILL make sure of it that you are fired. I will not tolerate this."

"And I don't care what you'll tolerate. You will sit down or I will make your school life quite miserable and make sure your school life is miserable." Seto glared, but sat. He didn't want his life mixing with his school life and he figured he might as well just stay for the time being rather than not pay attention in class. "Good…" she said in her evil voice.

"Now… let's talk about your past."

"Why would you wanna talk about that?"

"Well, sometimes it can explain a person's behavior. A bad childhood can hurt a person throughout their entire life, and they can turn into something they didn't use to be because of it." Seto felt a stab at his heart. He remembered how Mokuba would always tell him how he had changed from when he was a kid that he wasn't the same person before. Seto couldn't explain why this was, just that he needed to grow up as a child and therefore could no longer remain one. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"No, not at all."

"Then maybe we can talk about your father."

"Gozaburo? I don't care. That man is dead and can no longer affect me."

"I meant your real father." Seto stopped breathing. He never spoke of his father. He would sometimes talk of his mother; he loved his mother dearly, but never his father. It was a part of Seto he never came to terms with, so it was buried deep within him so that he would never have to encounter it. After a long moment of silence, she spoke up again, "He committed suicide, correct?"

It started to happen. Seto put his hands on his head, trying to make it stop, be he could not control it. 'No… please no… not again…' He was beginning to have a flashback, the flashback of the day his father died. He wanted it to stop, he needed it to stop. He didn't want to see it again. But it happened.

"Seto, could you come in here please?" his father called from the kitchen. A young, seven year old Seto walked into the room with a bottle in hand.

"Yes Dad?" Seto asked staring at him. His father started walking towards the door.

"We need to talk." He closed the door and locked it. Seto stared at him with a bewildered face. His father was acting a bit unusual. He had been acting a bit on the edge for a while now. Ever since his mother had died, his father had never quite been the same. Seto knew there was something terribly wrong with him but decided not to bring it up, feeling as though he was just a child who wouldn't be able to help his father in the end.

"Oh… okay, can I just give this to Mokuba? I think he's getting hungry." Seto said, showing him the bottle he was carrying for his brother. His father had walked to the other door Seto had just walked into and closed it as well as locked it. Seto's stomach started to twist up inside of him. Worry filled his head, but he tried to rationalize his thoughts by telling himself it was just his father and his father loved him.

"You'll have to wait on that son… we really need to talk about some things."

"Okay… what about?"

"Well… I'm sure you remember your mother. It's been about six months since she's died…" Seto didn't quite know what his father was going to tell him. He already knew all of this, although he did admit that they had never really discussed that issue either. "I've been trying my best to work my hardest so I can provide for you and your brother these past six months on my own… but I'm beginning to think I can't do that anymore."

"You can't do it anymore? But why Dad?"

"Because Seto…" His father took out a gun from his back pocket. "Your father is very, very sick." Seto dropped the baby bottle to the ground.

"Dad… what are you doing with that?!"

"I'm going to do what's best for the family son… I can't bare to live without your mother any longer…"

"But Dad! What about us?! Please don't do this! If you're sick, we can take you to the doctor's! Please!"

"I'm sorry Seto…" He put the gun to the side of his head. "But no doctor can cure the pain I feel within myself." Seto ran in the corner of the room and closed his eyes. His father yelled at him, running over to where Seto was hutched over in the corner. "NO! You need to see this, I want you to everyone what I've done."

"Dad! Please!"

"LOOK AT ME!" Seto looked up, afraid his father would shoot him if he didn't do what he asked. His father took a step back and placed the gun right next to his head again. "Goodbye." He said, before pulling the trigger and blowing his brains out. Blood splattered everywhere. Seto screamed the loudest he had ever screamed. He'd try to move, but his body couldn't. Blood coated his face and clothing as well as the walls of the kitchen. He screamed louder and louder, hoping to hear that someone was on their way to take him away from this terrible place. Seto would be locked in there for two whole hours before someone would come to get him.

Seto got up. "What now?"

"I'm done."

"You're most certainly not done." Seto headed for the door and reached out for the knob. "Come back here this instant, I'm warning you." Seto turned the knob and walked out the door. Once in the hallway, he walked through the hallways and out the door with a quick pace. He didn't even care that school wasn't over yet, all he wanted to do was get his anger out. He got in his car and started taking deep breaths as he drove off towards the hospital. He needed to calm himself down. Seto Kaiba did not show weakness, he had to contain his emotions. He knew that he had to see his brother, for he was the only thing on his mind.

When he reached the hospital, he didn't bother to talk to anyone or even see if it was visiting hours; he simply walked into the elevator and walked to Mokuba's hospital room. Seto took another deep, deep breath before opening the door and walking in. He stopped for a moment to observe his brother's state. He was sitting quietly looking out the window near his bed side.. "Mokuba…" he said in a low voice. Mokuba looked up.

"Nii-sama?" Seto quickly walked over to him, falling to his knees. He grabbed Mokuba's hand and held it tight. Mokuba was a little taken back by Seto's immediate reaction. When it came to his emotions, Seto was always quite cautious to make sure no one was around, but it seemed as though everything was out in the open at the moment. "Are you okay?" Mokuba asked, somewhat frightened by Seto's intense emotions.

"Am I okay? What about you? Are you doing okay?"

"Well, as okay as you can be when you've got a hole in your side…" Mokuba said, rubbing his wound softly. Seto couldn't help but feel as though this was all his fault. Once again, he had failed to protect his brother. He had failed to keep his promise he had made all those years ago. That his brother was in pain, and there was nothing he could do about it but watch him go through the slow and painful process of recovery. Sometimes, just watching these things seemed unbearable.

'What if the next time he can't recover?' He thought to himself, 'What if… he really can't go back to how he use to be. What if I ruined his life forever?' Seto imagined Mokuba in another one of those harsh, but realistic, situations where he got hurt, only this time he had lost his leg, or this time he was no longer able to move his body. What if he could never walk again? Worry and guilt from situations that hadn't even occurred filled his mind.

A/N: Here you are, another chapter. I know this chapter took a bit longer to write and the next chapter might also take a bit longer to write as well. I just have to get over the first five chapter hump and then chapters will be coming out like you'd never seen them before. Hopefully. With school starting off once again I can't promise anything, but I'm going to try the best I can. Thanks for all the motivating reviews!