Illusions

Disclaimer: I don't own yugioh

I managed to upload chapter 8 with difficulty since some of you wanted to read it. But since I'm busy with a writer block, I don't think I will be able to update once a week or even a month even with a short chapter. I apologize.

"Serenity, are you alright?" Mokuba queried, his voice laden with concern.

She had fallen to the floor and barely registered Mokuba's hands pulling her up until she was actually standing, clutching his shoulder for dear life. She had shook her head not meaning anything in particular, a dull feeling numbing her brain, making it impossible to comprehend a word let alone using her vocal cords, until he had helped her to her feet and she had seen the concern in his eyes.

To an inattentive observer, they would have looked like some sweet, even a newly married couple. When she finally recovered her balance again, she looked up gratefully to meet Mokuba worried gaze. But she couldn't bring herself to release a sound; which again made the matters worse.

All she could think about was how much resemblance he holds to his older brother. She actually was vaguely aware that he had said something that sounded like a question; if anything the intonation was some sort of a clue. But again she was too busy staring at him, distracting him in the process.

The feeling of her hand touching his cheek had somehow changed the look in Mokuba's eyes as he felt a tingling sensation where her fingers made contact with his skin.

Somewhere in the dark parking complex a car door slammed shut, forcing them, or more specifically her to take some steps backwards; running her trembling fingers along the length of her auburn locks.

He was leaned on his car door, arms crossed and head tilted as he studied both his brother and the auburn-haired woman.

"Mokuba, You haven't answered any of my calls or pages; 15 minutes of my valuable time." Voice was steady, but facial expression icy.

Mokuba looked perplexed for a moment; smiling grimly he said nonchalantly: "It's not what it looks like."

The young woman's hazel's eyes widen a bit, was he insinuating what she thought he was? The sentence hung in the air and an awkward silence followed.

As Serenity was experiencing the familiar wave of sorrow and anxiousness tinged with shame that occurred to her every time she laid eyes on Seto Kaiba, this latter despite his boiling blood, appeared as livid as a ghost. He looked down at her with evident disgust miring his cobalt eyes; and she felt transfixed on the spot.

"Come on Serenity, I'll drop you at your place" said Mokuba while opening the door to the passenger seat. This was actually what Mokuba had intended to do in the first place.

Serenity swallowed hard as a jolt of panic hit her. She had been definitely tricked, and could do nothing but comply at the moment. Trying to remain natural; she offered a shy smile; but the blush came uninvited:

"Yes, please. It's getting late."

Mokuba laughed jovially as he briefly dropped an arm over her shoulders. With a brief nod directed at his older sibling, he entered the car with the usual:

"See you at the office, Seto."

He watched his companion in the car shaking her head again and when she finally said something, it was barely audible. "How much do you think he saw?"

"Everything, I guess." But his voice was calm, too calm to her liking.

Gritting her teeth, she looked away angrily with a scoff. But at least she was being honest with herself, she was just afraid that Kaiba had caught the wrong meaning.

Serenity yearned to explore the subject further, but Mokuba had firmly told her to put her fears to rest. Ignoring him, she simply prayed that there will be no misunderstanding.

Kaiba leaned back in the chair of his home study and closes his eyes. Normally he would withstand impulses like this one, and won't allow himself to waste time on futilities. Instead he was using it in the most unconstructive way possible, mentally naming all the reasons why his young brother was way better than him and why Serenity Wheeler could easily fall out of love with him and find comfort in Mokuba's presence instead. There wasn't much of a difference in age, just two tiny, insignificant years.

Mokuba was as handsome as himself, had a lot of good chat-up lines, made people laugh, and the list went on and on.

A light breeze brushed across his face, and he looked up to see the window open and the blinds blowing softly in the wind.

Clutching his cell tightly while staring at the figures playing on the screen, failing to form a coherent pattern in his brain, he decided that he has been stalling enough. Things were just getting out of control and his plan must find execution in the nearest future. God helps him if his dear brother was involved with the object of his quest. God helps him anaway!