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It was about a month or so after the chess game since she had her first interaction with the brothers. Seto's interest diminished but not completely. Yukiko wasn't the easiest to find. It seemed her presence was rare. He caught a glance at her from time to time but it lasted only but a second. All he could find out about her was she wasn't one who socialized with others, a loner who somehow managed to instill either a respect or fear into the other children probably by the fact that out of all of them she was found in more trouble. This he overheard a couple of the adults saying.

"It's no wonder she's never gotten adopted."

"That girl is no good, by the time she's 18 the streets of Domino are going to see Hell..."

Their words made him wonder what she could've done to anger the adults. He shrugged it off, it's not my business, he thought. And yet, it peaked a natural curiosity. He walked over to his brother in the sandbox, "Hey Mokie." He smiled at him, "What are you making there?" He stared at the pile of sand Mokuba has assembled. Mokuba smiled up at Seto, "I made a racecar track!" He grinned showing it off. Seto chuckled, "It looks great, Mokie. Good job." Seto kneeled down into the sand, "Can I play with you?" he asked, his hands lightly touching over the sand. Mokuba nodded rapidly, "Yes!" They happily played with each other.

A couple minutes later another boy ran up to them. Mokuba was the first to look at him, he smiled, a friendly smile. Seto, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes a bit. "Hi. Wanna play?" Mokuba asked. The boy nodded then sat in the said, "What's this?" he inquired pointing at the sand track. "It's our racecar track." Mokuba smiled. The boy smiled too, "Well, it's-" he stopped feeling another standing beside him, gazing up he noticed Yukiko. "Well...gotta go bye." He jumped up running off. The brothers watched him run, blinking in surprise, "he's fast..." Seto commented lowly. Next, their eyes focused on the girl standing there. The expression on her face serious, a bit too serious for a child her age. Once again Mokuba was the one to greet, "Hi." he squeaked out. Her dulled brown eyes laid on him. He shivered for a moment and then smiled widely, "Want to play?" She shook her head declining the offer. Instead she leaned towards the sand, using her finger to spell out: Don't trust him. With that she left. "Wait...Why?" Mokuba went after her. She stopped placing an arm out forcing him to come to a halt before impacting into it. She looked back at him and softly shook her head; it was obvious she didn't want to use any words on him. Mokuba held a confused look not knowing what she meant. Looking away from him she continued on her way.

Mokuba turned back to Seto, "I guess she doesn't want to talk…" he said looking down. "It's her 'thing.' Well, from what I've heard." Seto stated as Mokuba walked back. "Oh." Seto inspected what she had written in the sand,"Why doesn't she want us to trust him...?" He murmured more to himself than to Mokuba. Mokuba shrugged,"Who knows."

"How do we know we can trust her?" Seto further questioned,"Does she want us to trust her?" Mokuba kept shrugging,"Who knows." Seto reached into the sand and messed up her writing. Hearing the calls to return inside the brothers looked at each other and ran inside.

"Seto. Answer the question on the board." The teacher said, inside the orphanage there was their own small school. Not wanting to do the time consuming task of sending each child off to a different school they had their own.

Seto strolled to the board and grabbed the white chalk. Solving the question in under a couple of seconds he walked back to his seat. Feeling some glares from the other kids Seto ignored them. "Nerd." He heard a student comment.

"Oh, how original...call the smartest kid in class a nerd." He muttered lowly under his breath as he took his seat.

"Correct Seto." The teacher placed a check by his work. "Now..." she trailed off looking at the list of students in her class, "Yukiko, you're up." She continued. From the depths of the back of the classroom Yukiko stepped out. Surprise overcame Seto, she's been here the entire time? He thought. His blue orbs following her to the board. She solved her problem almost as fast as he did and then left for her desk. "Good Yukiko." Another check mark placed on the board. Seto focused his attention on her, trying to gain hers but failed. She didn't seem to notice him. He sighed looking back at the board. What he didn't know, she had noticed him just chose to ignore.

From time to time he took a glimpse of her. He held an interest in her, did she hold on back for him?

She had started scribbling in her book, doodling about.

Probably not.

Classes ended and the children were given the time to do what they pleased. Seto waited at the door trying to see if he could settle his curiosity. Maybe she wouldn't talk because she was boring...? Maybe Seto convinced himself that was the reason. Left to muse around in his mind he didn't notice she had walked by him until he saw her long black hair. "Hm!" He went after her, "H-Hey! Wait." He stood in front of Yukiko, "I want to talk to you." All she did was raise a brow. "Maybe me and you can hang out in the playground?" he asked with a small smile. She shook her head, holding on to her books. He frowned, "Why not?" She shrugged and walked away. "Fine, I can take a hint." He growled angrily at her and storming away, "I didn't want to be your friend anyway." He mumbled to himself, pouting.

Since then he began avoiding Yukiko, not that it was hard to do so. He played with Mokuba and when Mokuba took a nap he busied himself with a book. Deep in his preoccupations, Seto's interest in her once again diminished. Not long after he developed new hobbies there came the bullies.

"Nerdzilla! In love with a book! How lame, you can't even make a friend who isn't your brother!"

"Or a book."

They laughed. Seto's cheeks puffed up, reddening as they grew, "Shut up and leave me alone!" His words brought upon even more laughter. "Leave you alone? And what if we don't?" The leader of the group stepped forward. He was noticeably taller than Seto, his challenging hunter green eyes locking with slightly imitated sapphire blue eyes. His name, Hojo Sato. "Well nerd…what's gonna happen if we don't leave you alone." He leaned in so Seto could hear him. Seto didn't answer, he knew exactly where this was going and it wouldn't end well for him. Still without muttering a word Seto backed away. His movement caused a smirk to form over Hojo's lips, "You're not going to do anything nerd. Do you want to know why?" He asked, without waiting for a response he reached over and grabbed Seto's shirt and answered, "Because you're weak and I'm strong. And if I wanted to I could kick your geek butt." He laughed in Seto's face pushing him back on the floor. "Talk to me or them like that again and I WILL kick your butt." With that he left smirking. Seto sighed, great…just what I needed. He thought lifting himself off the ground and lightly rubbing his behind.

From then on Seto was frequently bullied by Hojo. From being pushed on the floor to having his lunch tray knocked out of his hands. Small and defenseless he saw he could do nothing - that was until Hojo turned his attention on someone smaller than Seto.

"Gimmie it back! Stop!" He yelled at Hojo, his eyes tearing up as he saw his favourite toy just in reach but pulled away when he reached out for it. "Come and get it baby!" Hojo taunted putting it close to him only to once again pull it away. His bottom lip quivered as tears rolled down his small round cheeks, "Seto!" He cried out for his older brother. "Ooh, like that is gonna scare me." Hojo laughed. Seto not being too far away heard Mokuba's cry and ran towards him. He came to a stop when seeing who it was bothering him. Seto breathed a bit heavily, his fists clenching and anger rising. In that moment he had the adrenaline rush he needed, lunging toward Hojo and punching him hard in the face. The two boys struggled with each other, Seto reaching for the toy airplane. They could mess with him but Mokuba was a different story. Anyone who dared incurred Seto's burning wrath.

Seto threw a punch and another and another. Getting out his anger. Hojo's friends stood by watching.

He panted sitting on top of him, looking down at the boy who had been tormenting him, "Keep away from my brother or else I'll kick your butt like that again." He said getting off of him. Hojo's friends picked him up off the floor and left. Seto walked over to Mokuba and held his toy out to him. Mokuba's teary eyes staring up at him immediately he hugged him tightly.

"Hmm" Yukiko watched them, sitting on the branch of a near by tree. She had been watching them, it was rare to have two of the same family in the orphanage she wanted to know how they acted. How a family acted. She smirked lightly. Maybe family isn't all so bad. She mused to herself. She soon frowned,"What am I thinking, it's horrible!" She shook her head.

A new day arrived and a peace seemed to have been instilled into Seto's aura, perhaps it was from the notion he had, since he had stood up for himself he wouldn't be bullied anymore. He had yet to find out how wrong he was. He and Mokuba played one of their usual chess games. Silently, Yukiko walked over doing nothing more than spectating the game. Seto ignored her trying to keep his focus and mating Mokuba. Mokuba on the other hand, paid attention to her presence. "Hi." He smiled. She gave a short nod then complete silence. "...Do you like chess?" He questioned. She nodded again. "...Do you play?" Once more, she nodded. "Want to play?" He asked. She shrugged. Seto won. "Come on...play against Seto." He said glancing over at Seto to catch a glimpse of his frown. She shrugged again, Mokuba moved the board to face them. Seto sighed, looking up at her. Her eyes laid on the board, he looked back down as Mokuba set the pieces up for them. Once set they looked up at each other, "Fine, I'll play you." Seto said breaking the heavy silence around them. She nodded, keeping her silence. "I'm black you're white...white always moves first." He kept talking. She gave another nod, as if saying 'I know.'

Mokuba watched how they interacted with each other, then watched the board.