I've just been reading some of my later chapters and one of them really relates to me at this time. This is really just me distracting myself than actually waiting for reviews. waking up at half five this morning to find that my dad's been in a car accident is not the best way to wake up but you probably didn't need to know that (this sin't attention seeking this is venting).

Anyway moving away from my private life and troubles thanks for all those who reviewed and read this story. I actually really like this chapter for some reason.

Seto Kaiba was a busy man and had many things to worry about. He ran the entire company of Kaiba Corporation from Japan all the way to Australia and Britain. There were braches in nearly every country and Kaiba ran them all. He spent much of his time organising events from charity dinners to Duel Monsters championships to theme park openings and he was helped a great deal by his genius thirteen year-old brother Mokuba. It was little known that the pair was only half-brothers and that Mokuba was only related to Seto on their mother's side but the pair had grown up together and ignored this. Then again, Seto himself was only eighteen and had been the youngest CEO the world had ever seen. He had taken over the company at the age of fourteen and had been taking regular trips to Egypt since then for reasons known only to him.

And Seto Kaiba was having a really bad day.

It had started out all right. He had been organising a charity event to raise money for Domino's orphanages so that they could all have the proper facilities needed to raise children. His events co-ordinators however were not coming up with any great ideas and he was being pestered by Domino High school for the fact that a certain annoying Egyptian thief hadn't turned up to his extra lessons of the day. After shipping Bakura off to his numerous detentions he had just settled down to have a relaxing lunch with his younger brother when the phone rang. After being shouted at for being lax in his duties (and grumbling to himself that his cousin was not under his control in the first place), Kaiba had sent his own private limo to the Domino police station. Mokuba had looked at him in confusion when he flopped into the couch in a very un-elegant manner and massaged his temples.

"Is it really that bad?" Mokuba asked over the top of his laptop. Seto guessed that he was working on whatever assignment his private tutor had given him and just nodded.

"I can feel a headache coming on and it isn't even midday yet," he muttered, eyeing the food on the table. He had meant to eat with Mokuba and play a couple of games before heading out on a private flight to America to sort through some problems for the championship that was occurring there. Now, there would be no such plans, all of them gone to pot after that phone call.

"Who wanted you on the phone?" Mokuba asked, closing the laptop.

"My uncle. Apparently my cousin got himself arrested." Mokuba's eyes widened.

"What did he do?" Seto shrugged, wondering if he would have time to eat at least a snack before he arrived.

"Don't know. Don't care. He'll be here any minute." Mokuba's eyes lit up. Every year Mokuba would pester him to let him go to Egypt with him and every year Seto felt wretched as he shot him down. Mokuba was desperate to meet Seto's cousin, one of the few people that he wasn't related to, but Seto knew he couldn't take Mokuba to Egypt. It was too dangerous for him and Seto would kill himself if Mokuba were to get hurt while they were there. He wasn't too fond of his uncle but he was even less fond of his father.

Roland suddenly walked in with a nod to Seto Kaiba. "Mr Kaiba, they've arrived."

"Send them in," Seto said waving Roland away. Roland was the Kaiba's… everything. He was Mokuba's tutor, Seto's secretary and their head of security. If Seto forgot something, Roland would be there with the information required or the reminder of something that needed done. He helped to organise the smaller people who Seto had no time to see and the man still found time to entertain Mokuba when he was bored. Seto would never admit it but he was rather fond of Roland.

A moment later Roland was back leading two very similar boys with him. Seto felt an eyebrow twitch but sat up, knowing that looking undignified in front of strangers only made them think that you were more human. To Seto that was unacceptable. Atem might be able to get away with it but he would never be able to. After all, to the world he looked like some sort of orphan got lucky to the rich entrepreneurs. Seto couldn't let his reputation fade because Atem brought his pesky brother along with him.

"I was told only you were involved," Seto snapped at Atem as Roland left. Mokuba just sat staring at Atem with interest while the smaller version of Atem looked around nervously. Seto noticed that he looked more Japanese than Atem did, probably why he had never noticed him until now. Seto knew his name too. Yugi Motou. Who knew he would turn out to be Atem's twin?

Atem raised that annoying eyebrow and looked at Seto impassively. "I didn't expect you to be involved." Seto growled. They might be cousins but this was his turf.

"Your father was on the phone, shouting at me because you got yourself arrested because you couldn't reign in your temper! So don't think that you're blameless in this!" Seto practically shouted. Atem's face remained the same although his eyes did drift towards his brother slightly. Seto realised with a jolt that Yugi knew about as much as Mokuba did, perhaps even less. He was staring at Seto in alarm, as if shocked that they knew each other let alone were on speaking terms. Seto pulled his own temper in and let out a frustrated sigh. "Look, I've got bigger things to worry about than getting you out of trouble."

"Oh, I think father handled that all right by himself." There was a bitter sarcasm to Atem's voice and Seto got the feeling that he had been witness to the conversation between the officer and Akhnankhamun. Well, he was a rather intimidating man and it made Seto wonder how Atem was able to live with him.

"Of that, I have no doubt." Seto was struck by a sudden thought. "What was the officer's face like?" A smirk appeared on Atem's face.

"Priceless."

"Um…" Seto turned his gaze towards Yugi, who instantly turned red at the attention. "How do you two know each other?" Great Seto thought. He's clueless.

"We happen to be cousins' moron," Seto snapped and Atem shot him a look as Yugi flinched. Seto got the feeling that something else was going on and decided to go down a different track. "What happened?"

"An idiot thought he could beat me up. He also attacked Yugi." Seto could feel the anger radiating off of Atem about this and winced in sympathy for the idiot who took Atem on. Even Seto knew that that was stupid and he also knew that Atem, however charming he could be, was dangerous if you were caught harming anyone close to him let alone his own flesh and blood.

"Well, that was dumb," Seto muttered and turned to Yugi. "Were you hurt?" Yugi blinked in shock and then winced a little as he gingerly took a seat. The poor kid looked exhausted and was also eyeing up the food table.

"I think Ushio broke one of my ribs," he murmured, eyes still on the table. Seto got the feeling that he had skipped breakfast.

"Help yourself to lunch. I'll tell Roland to fetch the doctor. You might as well stay here for now. Mokuba, keep our guests entertained!" With that Seto got up and left, only just hearing his brother's, "Sure thing, bro!" before heading down the corridor back to his office. It looked as if he would be missing out on lunch after all.

Yugi was in shock. He couldn't believe that he was sitting here, in Seto Kaiba's private quarters no less, being invited to eat lunch and be looked after by Kaiba's private doctor. Not to mention the bombshell that they were related. The boy on the other end of the couch had put down his laptop and was eagerly leaning forward, talking to Atemu.

"So you're really Atem? I've been looking forward to meeting you!" the boy was saying, swinging his short legs back and forth, just scraping the floor with his shoes. Yugi grabbed an apple off the table and gingerly took a bite. His stomach growled, letting him know that he had skipped breakfast and he found himself devouring the apple rapidly, feeling a lot like Joey.

Atemu was just smiling at the boy and nodding. "Yes, I am. I've heard a lot about you too Mokuba."

"Really?"

"Yes. You're brother keeps telling me how insistent you are on coming to Egypt." The boy- Mokuba- flushed but didn't stop talking.

"What's Egypt like? What's Seto's father like?" Yugi was surprised by the question, thinking that that was rather awkward. Atemu looked a little conflicted too, as if unsure of how to answer correctly.

"Egypt is great, I suppose. A lot hotter than this place at any rate." Mokuba laughed.

"I suppose that's why you're wearing a jacket when it's the height of summer outside!" Atemu laughed as well, but his face became serious again in a moment.

"As for your other question… you'll have to ask your brother." Mokuba looked crestfallen.

"I have. He won't say a word to me about it. He barely talks about Egypt in the first place and if he does it's normally to complain of the lack of conventional sense." Atemu suddenly burst into laughter at that, his face split into a real smile for once, not just a smirk. Yugi wished he could do that to Atemu. It made Atemu's face light up and he looked younger than normal. Sometimes it was hard to remember that they were the same age.

"Well, he wouldn't be wrong," Atemu chuckled, reaching forward and taking an apple. Yugi had already moved on to the sandwiches which were delicious. Mokuba smiled and turned towards him.

"So, you must Atem's brother right?" Mokuba asked with a smile. Yugi blinked one sandwich half-way to his mouth.

"Err… yeah. I am," Yugi said confused in Mokuba's interest in him. In fact he was confused to everyone's interest in him. Why was it only now that people thought that there was something special about him but before wouldn't say a thing?

"I'm sorry if we caused you trouble in the past," Mokuba said. "We didn't know who you were then."

"You didn't?" Yugi was really confused by now. It was clear that there was something that Atemu had forgotten to mention when moving to Japan.

"No! Seto only found out that his father was still alive like five years ago! And then he didn't find out that he had cousins till four years ago! It's not really a conventional system if you ask me!" Mokuba seemed a lot friendlier than his brother although Yugi was slightly confused to all the references to his father.

"Um… what happened to your parents?" Yugi asked. Mokuba blinked, looking taken aback. "I'm sorry!" Yugi cried, suddenly realising how rude that sounded. "I didn't mean to pry or anything!"

"No, it's ok," Mokuba sent him a smile as he said it. "It's just… no one's ever asked that to me before. They just ask why my brother looks nothing like Gozeboro and leaves it at that. My parents are dead. Our mom died in a car crash and my dad died of cancer about three years ago. He couldn't look after me or Seto so he gave us to an orphanage a couple of years after mum's death. That was when he knew he was dying." Mokuba was looking at the floor and Yugi felt great sympathy for him. After all, his own mother died in a car crash too.

"My mum died in a car crash. I've never met my father. I'm sorry about your dad." Mokuba smiled at Yugi as if looking at a new friend.

"You're a good person Yugi. But, um… I hope you don't mind me asking… how comes you've never met your father?" Mokuba asked, his eyes shining with that childhood innocence that Yugi had once had before all this had started.

"The same reason why your brother doesn't take you to Egypt," Atemu said shortly, causing Yugi to jump. He had almost forgotten that he was there, considering he had been so quiet. Mokuba blinked in surprise but before he could ask anything the door opened and Seto walked in followed by a man in a long white coat.

"The doctor's here to see you. Atem, I need to talk to you before you leave." With that Seto walked out of the room. Atemu hesitated a moment before glancing back at Yugi as the doctor made his way over to him and then making his way out of the room. Yugi wondered why his brother was so worried about him and why his father had never come to see him. What had Atemu meant, 'the same reason your brother doesn't take you to Egypt'? There wasn't anything dangerous in Egypt was there?

Sometimes Atemu really wished his cousin wasn't so egotistical. That way he might be able to keep Yugi from asking too many questions about dangerous areas. After the incident with the park that morning, he had been hoping to avoid all contact with anyone who knew his father. In fact, he had been hoping that his father would have abruptly forgotten the call from the police officer the moment he had gotten off the phone. Not that Atemu had known that his father owned a piece of modern technology. This was starting to get weirder by the minute, the further he plunged into this world. Perhaps it would be better to just stay inside…

Atemu winced as his right shoulder bumped against the wall from the Taser attack that morning. He hadn't been aware that such things existed until now and the fact that it had happened so suddenly hadn't helped. It had taken all his willpower not to strike out defensively with the shadows before losing unconsciousness and somehow, it still was. He could feel them roiling under his skin, still alive with the angry energy they had taken from him that morning when he had seen that oaf beating up his brother. Atemu hated discrimination more than he hated people taking the micky out of him for his height. Just because he was short, didn't mean that he couldn't look after himself.

Seto was waiting for him in the office, glaring at the door. Atemu knew what was coming; it was like being back at home after his father had found out that he had slipped away again. Sometimes it felt more like the palace was a prison than a home.

"So," Seto started, "would you like to tell me why you felt the need to break someone's arm in Japan?" Atemu knew the icy cold tone meant that Seto was saving his rant for later. That or he would leave to punch the wall outside and return nursing a swollen hand.

"As I told you, some oaf was beating up my brother. I simply avenged him."

"By breaking his arm?"

"He broke Yugi's ribs," Atemu shot back, annoyed at how Seto seemed to take his answers as some kind of insult. It wasn't as if he had broken Seto's arm. Again.

"This is Japan, not Egypt! That boy was Officer Myette's son! You were lucky to get off without a warning let alone jail! How could you be so stupid! I thought you were supposed to be smart!" Ah, so there was the rant. When Seto started ranting it took a lot for him to calm down and start thinking things through rationally again. Normally, Atemu would walk away and avoid Seto until he had calmed down but the problem now was that he was in Seto's house, in a foreign neighbourhood. He didn't have the slightest clue as to how to get home.

"I know he was Officer Myette's son. He wouldn't believe my end of the story until he saw my name or talked to my father," Atemu said quietly, hoping to get back to Yugi before anything else happened. Yugi seemed to be a magnet for trouble at the moment.

"He wasn't very happy about that. Even less so to hear that not only was his eldest son involved, but that his youngest son was too! Do you know who gets blamed for this stuff?" Seto was too calm, a deadly calm like the cobras that waited in the trees in the gardens back home. One bite and you would be dead. Atemu knew, considering he had nearly died of their venom once when he was six and hadn't been in Egypt very long. He hadn't stayed a child for long.

"You do," Atemu said evenly, looking Seto in the eyes. "And yet had it been Mokuba you would have done the same thing."

"Don't bring Mokuba into this," Seto growled.

"Then don't bring Yugi into it either!" Atemu shouted. "Do you know how hard it is to see him and know that because he knows nothing he's in more danger than the pair of us together? I have to look out for him as much as I have to look out for myself and Japan is no less safe than Egypt! He just doesn't know it! So don't tell me how much trouble I'm in for pulling attention to myself! I already know!" Seto was looking slightly shocked and placed a hand on either side of the desk, using this to push himself to his feet.

"Atem," his said quietly, all fury gone from his voice. "Calm down. Put the shadows away." Atemu looked at his hand, startled to find it glowing with black tendrils of energy. He hadn't lost control of them for so long… but here they felt more powerful than back home.

"I…" For once, Atemu was out of words. What was he supposed to say? I'm sorry? But he didn't even know what was happening. "I don't know what happened."

"Now normally I would make a sarcastic joke about that but I know you. You've never lost your control over the shadows before in my watch. What happened?"

"I just said, I don't know. It's almost as if my power is amplified here or something…" Atemu trailed off, unsure of what to say. Seto seemed to be a deep thought.

"Do you think it has something to do with Yugi?" Atemu blinked in surprise at the question.

"What do you mean?"

"Your powers. How long have they seemed amplified to you?"

"I don't know. I haven't tried to reach for them until today." Seto still looked thoughtful.

"And today you've been defending your brother. I'd say that he amplifies your powers without getting your soul dragged to the shadow realm which probably explains both why your brother was left behind in Japan and why your father never let you visit. He'd have to be pretty powerful too," Seto said looking smug at having worked something out quicker than Atemu for once. Atemu frowned and looked at his hands. If that were true… he shuddered to think how many magicians would be able to track him. In certain ways this made him a beacon but he was halfway across the world to his uncle. The only people who might be able to track him that way in Japan were both on his side.

"Yugi can't know. If he does…"

"He'll be in danger," Seto said quietly, lacing his fingers together in front of his face. "You have my word that I won't say anything to Yugi. But I think you need to start considering explaining at least something of the problem to him. Ignorance can only get him so far." Atemu bit his lip, hating to concede that Seto was right but also hating the fact that his brother was in mortal danger. Why was it always him who had to make the hard decisions?

Do you know how hard it is to try and meld two characters together? As you've probably realized I'm trying to make Priest Seto (or Seth, whatever people call him) and Seto Kaiba the same person which is really hard considering one of them is an egotistical asshole (but we all like him anyway) and the other s kind and considerate. So trying to make tow conflicting characters meld together is actually the hardest part of this story. Just making that clear in case anyone's like 'but Seto Kaiba's not like that!' later on.

I only really have one review to answer to since i only had one review but I'll still do it anyway. Thank you CrimsonStrawberry17 for reviewing this again! Really making this shit day a little better!

Anyway...

CrimsonStrawberry17: Thanks for the information on Ushio's name and sorry that i missed that. Unfortunately I've never had the pleasure of reading the manga and they don't really explain that in the English dub of the anime. If they mentioned it in the Japanese original I've probably been really unobservant and missed it which they probably did. As for Atem's name, that was just me being like 'I feel like giving you a long name'. I don't know if it's typical of Arabs. And Akhnankhamun's names (which you are probably getting annoyed that I don't spell it like they do in the Japanese manga) were all made up. I just researched some Arab surnames on the internet because I felt like I might offend someone if I just made it up off the top of my head and I felt that he needed a surname for the whole police thing to work. Otherwise he would still be plain old Pharaoh Akhnankhaum (as for the way I spell his name, before you ask, it's just the way I think the Ancient Egyptians would have spelt it. More of a preference than ignorence. Sorry if it annoys you!).