What'sInAName!!!: It was a dream, but it was also a flashback. I hope that didn't confuse you too much. I hope you like this chapter, I always try to make it more interesting with every chapter. Thanks for your review.

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Chapter 6

Phoned from Home

"America is hot and sticky." Those were the first words Mokuba said after taking his first step on America land, or, well, concrete. Seto agreed with his younger sibling, it was blazing hot and he was wearing his trench coat. The air was also bothersome to Seto, it was smoggy and humid and his lungs burned when he inhaled. Seto hadn't the slightest clue what he had gotten himself into, but he tried to remain strong.

"Right this way sir" Steven said, leading both of them to the limo that awaited them. Steven opened the door for them and they climbed in. Even the limos here were weird. "Would you like me to take you to a restaurant somewhere after your long trip?"

"Just take us home." Steven started up the car and got them onto the highway. This was also a quiet trip for Mokuba and Seto. Each brother sat on opposite sides of the limo, both staring out the window and observing their surroundings. San Francisco was very different place from Domino, much different.

Mokuba sat completely still, trying to take in everything that was happening and keep himself together. But with every big building or tree they passed, it reminded him of home. Mokuba slowly broke down and started cry, bending all the way over and burying his face in his legs.

"Oh my, is he going to be okay? Should I pull over?" Steven asked, looking at Mokuba with the rear view mirror.

"No, just shut your trap already." Seto commanded. He couldn't believe the amount of air Steven had already consumed talking to him so much. Americans appeared to be much different from the Japanese.

Mokuba didn't stop crying. His slobs would grow louder at times. 'Where am I? Why am I here? I wanna go home, I wanna go home…' Mokuba thought to himself, clutching his legs more tightly, 'I wanna go home!' He felt so lost, so trapped in this foreign country. He desperately wanted to turn back now, but he knew he couldn't. In that moment, Mokuba felt more than alone than he ever had in his entire life.

"Are you sure he's okay? I can't bare to hear him in that condition. Let me just pull over and we can-"

"No dammit! Drive or you're fired!" Seto yelled. Seto could tell Steven wanted to say more but finally decided to remain quiet. Seto looked over at his brother, the way he was crying, the way he was struggling within himself. He could tell what his brother was feeling, he knew Mokuba better than anyone else but he kept to himself. Mokuba needed to get this all out and he could tell Mokuba had been holding it all in since they reached the airport in Japan.

When they finally reached their new house, Mokuba was curled up on the seat, staring out the window with a blank look on his face. "We're here." Steven announced quietly as he got out of the car and opened it for Seto and Mokuba. Seto moved over next to Mokuba.

"Come on Mokuba, we're here." He said, placing his hand on Mokuba's shoulder ever so gently. Mokuba's eyes looked over at Seto's and without a word, he sat up and followed his brother out of the car.

"Well, here it is. You're new home!" Steven said cheerfully, sounding like someone on a television show. Seto got out the key and opened the door. The house echoed as the door made a quiet creak. It was empty. He didn't expect it to be any other way since not a lot of their furniture had been moved in yet, but in a much more deeper and emotional way, he was very empty. "Not half bad" Steven said, walking in and exploring the place for himself. Seto looked down at Mokuba.

"You ready?" Seto asked. Mokuba grabbed the back of his trench coat and clung to it like he had the first day they arrived at Gozaburo's house. Seto made his way through the door and into the empty place they would now call home.

"Damn, I would kill for a place like this." Seto glared at him.

"Would you please leave?"

"But, I work for you full time. Where am I supposed to go?"

"Somewhere other than here." Steven frowned, a bit hurt by what he had said, but obediently walked out of the house and no longer was in site. Seto gave a sigh of relief, this new butler was going to be a real pain in the ass. He turned and looked down at his brother. "Mokuba… do you wanna talk about all this? I know all this change must be very hard on you, believe me, it's hard on me too."

"I wanna go home." There it was. Not even a chance to think it all through, Mokuba just said it and left it out there in the open. At first, Mokuba felt guilty saying it, but it had just seemed to come out without warning and it was the only thing he could think about. Seto turned around and knelt in front of him. He spotted tears already forming in Mokuba's eyes.

"I know you do Kiddo, and I do too. America really isn't what it's made up to be. But, we have to be strong, okay? We have to be strong and stick together. We are truly the only people we've got now that we're here, but let's try to make the most of it." His brother was always trying to make him feel better; Mokuba felt even more guilty putting his brother in that position.

"You're right big brother, I'll try my best." He walked over and gave Seto a hug, wrapping his arms around Seto's neck and never wanting to let him go. Seto was the one familiar thing he could hold onto in this country.

Seto returned Mokuba's hug with a tight squeeze as well in the meanwhile trying to remind himself that this was all for his brother and his safety. Mokuba's funeral came to his mind and he knew that he would rather live in this empty house in this smoggy city any day rather than lose his brother.

"Careful with that, will you?" Seto ordered, close to smacking all the movers over the head. Seto gave a loud sigh and sat down. Who knew that moving could be such a stressful task? He remembered his childhood, how when his parents had died all that they really kept were their clothes and a very few meaningful things. And when they had moved in with Gozaburo, they took even less with them. Seto had never really moved a day in his life.

"Everything is going swell Mr. Kaiba, the last of it should be out of the moving van in no time." Steven announced with pride. Seto gave him another angry glare.

"Well make sure it all gets in here. And if one thing of mine is damaged, you have no idea what I will do to all of you." He threatened in a low voice.

"Yes sir!" Steven ran off and disappeared out the door once again. Seto sighed once again and started to rub his temples. His cell phone began to vibrate on the kitchen table. Seto eyed it for a moment before getting up and giving a loud moan.

"What now?" He said to himself, pressing a button and putting the cell phone to his ear. "Hello?"

"Mr. Kaiba! Thank goodness! I thought I'd never reach you."

"Isono?" Seto got to his feet. "Isono, where are you? How did you get my number?"

"Oh, well I'm actually in a phone booth, Sir. I've been calling operators all week trying to get your number. How are you?"

"I'm… alright, I suppose. What about you? What are you doing now? Have you found a job yet?"

"Well, not quite. I've gone through almost every single ad in the newspaper but I can't seem to find a job. I got a job at this one fast food restaurant but… nothing can really compare to my employment with you, Sir. And it doesn't exactly pay the bills either, I might have to move myself." A bolt of worry shot through Seto as he gripped his cell phone tightly against his ear.

"I'll send you money."

"What?"

"You don't need to worry, I'll send you money every month till you get back onto your feet." Isono was speechless for a moment.

"But Sir, you really don't need to do that. I'll find a way somehow."

"No, really, I must. You have worked for me since day one and I should've paid you more anyway."

"Sir, you paid me more than more butlers get paid."

"That still doesn't add up to everything you've done for me in return. Believe me Isono, the butler I've got here is completely useless compared to you could do." Seto froze up for a moment. He was actually shocked to see himself so openly opening his heart to Isono. But Seto quickly shook it off; Isono had seen his ups and downs and was one of the very few people who had actually seen him cry. Isono watching him when he was on top and when he was sunk in the deep end and he knew he shouldn't feel like he would have to hide any of that.

"Oh Mr. Kaiba… I promise you. Once I get a job, the minute I save up enough money I'm going over there to visit you. No, I'll save up enough to live near you. Mr. Kaiba, you and Master Mokuba have been like family to me for years now and I would never ever want to be separated from that. But, that reminds me, how is Master Mokuba? Is he doing okay?"

"I don't know Isono… this is going to be really hard, and I don't how much of this he can take."

"Mr. Kaiba! The movers have everything in the house, would you like me to sign all the papers for you?" Steven asked as he bounded into the room.

"Can't you see I'm on the phone?!" Seto yelled, giving Steven another one of his deadly glares.

"Oh, I'm sorry…" he said shyly as he inched away and out of the room.

"Ug… that man annoys the hell out of me. Look Isono, I need to go. But… I'm sure we're be able to talk once again soon. Till then you can just send me e-mails, I'm sure it would cost less."

"Alright Mr. Kaiba, I will. I wish the best to you Sir. You and your brother." Seto hung up. He couldn't believe he had actually just had a conversation with Isono. A real conversation that didn't involved business. Seto put his onto the table. What was he doing here?

A/N:Okay, so it's getting really hard trying to think of one word titles, so sorry if my titles have been sucking lately. I'm trying my best. I was actually quite surprised, cause I wrote this whole chapter in one day, which means more chapters are going to be easily write able as well. I hope I didn't make Seto sound too out of character though, I figured desperate times call for desperate measures and Seto is feeling quite desperate as I'm sure you all can tell. And, oh my gosh, don't you love how I made Isono somewhat important in this story? Yeah, I know, it's amazing. Anyways, hope you liked the chapter and a new chapter will be up probably really, really soon!