MythCreatorWriter: It's okay for an all over the place review! I'm pretty out there too; I'm surprised I can be such a focused writer because I'm such a bad ADD kid in conversation. I wasn't so sure I liked the comparison I gave, it was a bit of a stretch, and I feel like I presented it well… it makes me sad now that I think about it. But hey! I updated more quickly than last time so that's a plus! I hope you like this chapter, it's actually pretty all over the place too! Let me know what you think. Thanks for your review!

KatrinaKaiba: I know EXACTLY what you mean when you say you should be doing school work rather than story stuff(dude, fanfiction tends to come before college stuff in my case, a lot. I'm not even sure how I focused enough to apply to all the colleges I did… although here's the secret behind you and me, I actually used fanfiction as to what makes me an individual, kind of awesome) Anyhow, moving on without another ramble, here's another chapter that's, well, it's out there. But I think its pretty swell. Let me know what you think! And thanks for your review and understanding! Enjoy!

WhiteAsukalover: HECK YES YOU CAN. Thanks for the review!

Lace Kyoko: Awww, thank you so much! That's such an epic compliment! I promise not to let you down, enjoy the chapter!

AmePiper: Really? Last chapter was your favorite chapter? I don't know about you, but I'm still hung up on Two where Gozaburo tells Mokuba he isn't a Kaiba cause he's worthless *love sigh* Good times… hahaha, anyways. I feel as though this story will slowly start to focus more and more on Seto, which makes me sad, but the bottom line will always be that the center of Seto's pain will be focused around Mokuba's well being, which is what every story I write centered around him ultimately comes down to, which is what I'm sure you've observed over the years. Gosh, I'm so proud though that I can come up with great enough lines that get recognition in your reviews!(no seriously, I feel so professional and awesome when you love a line enough that you put it in your review, it's like an orgasm in my pants for me:]) I get you about the rebel bit! Thanks for cuing me in, bud! Well if you liked dialogue last chapter, you'll love this chapter as well! Thanks for the lovely review, as always! Enjoy!

Six

It was a bright and sunny morning on the 3rd day of April. Spring was still fresh and in the air, flowers were blooming, and life could be seen everywhere. That is until the eyes of a stranger would find their way into the Kaiba Mansion. The Mansion still remained a desolate place, with very few people living there, and terror around every corner. But these worries and fears did not seem to come to Mokuba, not today.

It was Saturday. And the boy was very excited. It was on Saturday that for one hour on this day, he would get to spend with his older brother. Mokuba's smile could be seen from the very moment he had awoken, this was the day Mokuba waited for nearly every week. It was the only thing he ever got excited for. It was the only thing Mokuba truly enjoyed.

Mokuba didn't even need his alarm clock that morning. He had awakened at 8 o'clock all on his own, eager to see his brother again. The time they spent was usually from the beginning of breakfast all the way through the rest of the morning, depending on how quickly Mokuba would scarf down his breakfast to be able to spend his hour wisely. It was no wonder the boy was awaiting at the table at 10 o'clock this morning when Hobson arrived at the Mansion.

The toad of a man stared at the boy.

"And what are you doing up so early?"

"It's Saturday!" Mokuba exclaimed, nearly yelling at the top of his lungs. Hobson rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"A boy like you should be getting rest, not bouncing around so early in the morning." Mokuba frowned but said nothing. Mokuba wouldn't be able to change Hobson's mind, but it wasn't like he intended to anyway. No one could truly understand the special bond he had with his older brother, and Mokuba didn't mind them not knowing either. Seto and Mokuba had something special, that no one could ever understand, and Mokuba was fine with it that way.

"Here," Hobson said, placing a glass of orange juice on the table in front of Mokuba, "Drink that while I start up breakfast." Mokuba stared at the glass oddly like he didn't know what it was. He looked up at Hobson.

"Okay, but can I wait till my brother gets here?" Hobson gave an annoyed and uncaring grunt. Mokuba was a little offended by his reaction, but the smile remained on his face. Eyeing the clock just above the stove, Mokuba grew even more anxious. It was almost time for his brother to have breakfast with him, and he could hardly wait. He picked up on footsteps and Mokuba's smile grew.

Seto walked into the room with Gozaburo close behind him, always keeping guard, always watching his every move. Mokuba hadn't noticed him. His face lit up at the very site of his older brother.

"Nii-sama!" Mokuba said with excitement.

"Hi Mokuba," Seto said with a very tired voice. He had been up all of last night with various lessons and studying to do. He couldn't be as excited as Mokuba, but deep down, he was very happy to see his sibling. Seto gave him the biggest smile he could put on while keeping himself from collapsing from exhaustion.

"I couldn't wait to see you this morning; I even woke up early and waited right in this very spot for you!" Mokuba said, getting up from his seat to greet his brother with a tight hug. When Mokuba got up and moved away from his seat, his arm carelessly hit the glass of orange juice and knocked it off the table.

Although it had been a harmless and simple glass of orange juice that had hit the table, the shattered sound it emanated echoed through-out the whole house. The orange from the juice splattered everywhere, including the hugely expensive carpet that was set up underneath the table. Seto held his breath, as time seemed to stop. Mokuba's face grew dark, but he did not have the same intensity of a reaction as his brother did.

"…Whoops," Mokuba said under his breath, his eyes looked up at Gozaburo, "I'm sorry Father, I didn't mean to-" Gozaburo took one step towards Mokuba, and the boy knew he was in trouble. Mokuba's fight or flight instincts kicked in instantly, and he attempted to take a step back and move away, but his feet slipped on the marble part of the floor that had been wet by the orange juice. Mokuba fell onto his back on the ground, and his eyes stared up at the most deadliest threat.

Gozaburo shoved Seto to the side as he moved forward. Seto knew what was going to happen next, and he couldn't let it. Not over this. Not on their special day.

"Don't-" Seto said, grabbing Gozaburo's arms. The temperature all of the sudden grew cold. Gozaburo's eyes fell upon Seto, shooting a glare that could've pierced the boy's soul if he had allowed it. But over the past month or so, Seto's will had grown strong, even if Gozaburo remained the King.

Gozaburo's arm switched around, so that now Seto's arm was in his grasp and twisted in a painful position.

"Do you have any idea of who you're messing with? Do you?" Gozaburo asked, his voice growing louder and more threatening with each question he asked, "I was holding back for you, Seto. We had a deal. I promised not to hurt him if you did not interfere, if you did what you're told."

"Mokuba did nothing! He accidentally hit his orange juice off the table! It was an accident!" Gozaburo's eyes narrowed.

"I told you that if there was one slip up…" Mokuba still remained on the ground, frozen in fear, but he was paying close attention to the conversation and growing more confused. What were they talking about? What deal had been made on his behalf? Mokuba didn't know what was going on, but he was most certainly too afraid to ask any questions to find out.

Back on the other side of, what had become, a battle field, Seto's arm was still locked in Gozaburo's grasp. Suddenly Seto realized what was really going through Gozaburo's head, what was really behind his illogical reaction.

"You've been… waiting for a moment to do this, haven't you? You just want an excuse to hurt him…"

"Your grades have been slipping…"

"You just want to see him suffer. You just want me to suffer."

"I want to teach you what it means to be a Kaiba." Seto tried to pull away as hard as he could from Gozaburo.

"You're a mad man!" Gozaburo took up Seto's entire body and slammed it onto the table. Seto yelped with pain, but couldn't stay there for long. He had to fight back, he had to make sure Mokuba was… Seto turned around to see Gozaburo pinning Mokuba up against the wall, his hands around his neck, squeezing tightly.

"It's time we got rid of the weakest link! It's time to get rid of the one thing that's holding you back!" Seto turned back onto his side and ran forward, but Hobson grabbed him.

"You can't go any closer!" Hobson commanded. Seto couldn't believe this. He struggled to break free, he struggled to move forward. Gozaburo's hands were tightening, and Mokuba's eyes were open, staring at only one person; Seto. They were so big, so hopeful.

"Nii… sama…" Mokuba choked with a hopeless cry, tears streaming down the sides of his face, his eyes never leaving his brother's side, "Help me… save… me… don't let me…" Seto wanted to look away, but he couldn't. His mind went into a different dimension, where there was only him and his brother. And as he stood there, his body rendered useless and immobile, Seto watched as Mokuba's dark purple eyes soon turned to gray and life left him.

Mokuba's face remained in Seto's directly, but his soul was gone. Mokuba was dead. Seto fell to his knees and bellowed a cry that could be heard across the world. And the day grew dark with despair and death.

Seto screamed at the top of his lungs when he awoke. He was breathing harshly, sweat was all over his body. Seto was gasping for air, his heart was beating so fast he felt like he couldn't breathe… that dream, that one dream… every dream, it seemed, had similar events and ended nearly the same way. With Mokuba dying, with his one hope being crushed.

"Having trouble sleeping, my son?" Seto heard a man say in the darkness. Seto knew who it was, and his fears were not lessened with his presence.

"Yes," Seto said like a robot programmed to give Gozaburo the very answer he found fit and logical. Gozaburo walked over to him and turned on the lamp beside his bed. Seto turned towards him and looked his way. There was no fear, but there was also no anger. Seto revealed nothing in his eyes, mainly because he had lost the ability to show emotion quite some time ago.

"Tell me Seto…" Gozaburo said in a quiet voice, as he leaned over. Seto remained completely still, Gozaburo inching closer and closer to his body. Gozaburo had his head hovering right next to his own face; Seto could feel the few prickles of hair on the man's cheeks as he whispered into Seto's ear, "Do I haunt you in your sleep?"

Seto didn't want to give the robotic answer this time. He didn't want to give Gozaburo the pleasure of seeing him in pain, or seeing his weakness. After all, he already knew he was the very person that haunted Seto's dreams. Seto had told him many times in the past, Gozaburo only did this to take in account how much of Seto's mind he occupied, day in and day out.

Seto turned his head away reluctantly.

"When's the next time I get to see my brother again?" Seto asked in a very calm and cool voice. Gozaburo pulled back to look him in the eyes.

"Soon."

"When?" Seto asked, trying to keep his cool, but finding it hard to.

"The answer is 'Soon.' And that is the answer you will accept." Seto continued to look the other way. "He's been on a camping trip with some of my business associates; I have already told you that." And that was the answer Seto simply couldn't bring himself to believing. Not with Gozaburo's psycho-pathic mind. Not with the thirst for power that he sought. Seto turned his head back towards his step father.

"You've hurt him, haven't you?" Gozaburo patted Seto on the shoulder with a bit more force than one would accept from a 'friendly pat on the shoulder.' Seto winced; his bruises still hadn't fully healed from the last 'visit' Gozaburo had given him. Seto kept a stiff upper lip and a fierce look on the face.

"Get some rest, my son. Tomorrow is another battle to fight." Gozaburo left the room colder than it had been originally; he seemed to have that effect on every room where he was present as well as Seto. Seto lay back down in his bed after a few minutes to make sure Gozaburo was really gone.

Still, Seto could not feel safe, and sleep would not return to him. Or if it did, he would have the same dream… Seto turned onto his side. Every night seemed to go the same way. Seto hadn't seen his brother in so long; his heart ached just to see his innocent face. A few months in this prison called home, and yet, Seto could never feel safe. He always had to be on high alert, for any mess up he did, would go to his brother. Of course, he would receive a fair beating himself; but he imagined Mokuba would get far worse.

Once Seto had gotten a poor grade in his Calculus class because earlier that night he had had three other major tests, not mention a major two hour study session in Astronomy; and Mokuba couldn't walk the next day. Seto still hadn't know what exactly had been done to Mokuba, but the only clues he was able to get was the condition he would be in when he would walk in.

Seto never got the chance to observe him, and Gozaburo always managed to clean Mokuba up well in order to cover up. But Seto didn't need to see the scars to know that Mokuba had been broken, it could be seen in his eyes. Those poor, out-spoken eyes that were the only thing Seto could use to communicate with his brother, at least as much as he could from simply looking at him.

Seto turned back onto his side. All this thinking of his brother worried him to death, and yet, most nights thinking of his brother would usually bring him sleep… although the sleep would usually bring nightmares as well. Seto took in a hard breath, trying not to think about the nightmares before he even had them. Seto pulled his covers over his head and tried to imagine his brother's smiling face.

Mokuba… he couldn't live like this anymore. He couldn't suffer like this any longer under Gozaburo's fist and as a result of Seto's short comings. Something had to be done. Seto wanted to be the next president of Kaiba Corp., he really did… he just… Seto bit his lip as he pictured his brother's broken face the day before he left to go on the supposed 'camping trip.'

The way Mokuba had looked at him that night was unbearable. The light no longer twinkled in his eyes, and his hair seemed to grow long and cover most of his face. Never had he seen his brother so uninterested, so dead on the inside. When Seto had tried to talk to his brother later that night, Mokuba hardly seemed to have the energy to talk to him. And as Seto could remember it, their past meetings would usually go the opposite way with him not being able to have energy while Mokuba bounded up and down with excitement.

Gozaburo was breaking Mokuba's spirit and because of that, he was breaking Seto's spirit as well. He couldn't take it any longer. Something had to be done. His brother had to be saved. But how? That was the only question that would stop Seto every night… how in the world was he supposed to stop his step father?

The question would remain unanswered as it did every night. Seto slowly closed his eyes, hoping that a new day would bring new ideas, wishing that the sun would rise the next morning with hope for a new tomorrow.

There were some things better left unsaid, while some things were worth dying for.

A/N: Hey guys! So… you guys are probably wondering, 'Wait, what?' Or, I don't know, maybe that was just me. A lot of this chapter came out while I was writing this very randomly, but hopefully it worked out well. I'm hoping to get better on track with my story, but maybe what makes this so good is that I find a direction while I'm writing it… or something. Maybe I'm thinking about it too much… but I would love to ask if anyone caught the reference in the very last sentence of my story:] Probably not… it use to be the key line to this one crappy story I wrote a bazillion years ago that I'm sure still sucks, but the line was cool! I hope you guys liked it at least. Anyhow, I'd really like to know all that you guys are thinking and if you have any suggestions, totally go for it! Peace out on this end!

P.S: Sorry for all the dialogue guys! I swear this is all a build up to something BIG!:D