A/N: in my defense there was a power-cut yesterday. xD sorry for the delay.

Leave Out All The Rest

Chapter Fourteen

Seto had never known a day more stressful than this one.

It seemed like a terrible understatement, the word 'stressful' was. Because surely, 'stressful' had been an understatement back when Seto was a witness to the horrors of Yami's withdrawal. Now, after seeing Téa's apprehension at the start of the day, after seeing for himself the reason for it, after getting kicked out of the room by Yami and after the atrocity Yami told the two police elements…now he really thought that Yami's withdrawal was not even near stressful, because definitely, it was downright traumatic, to think that Yami had been beaten by his monster of a father to the brink of death, only for the kid to just chicken out in the last moment…

It was unacceptable. It just did not make sense. The idea itself… 'Yami chickening out'… it made no sense to him. Yami had no reason whatsoever to back out now. He had knowingly walked to his father's clutches after having the chance of staying out of harm's way, just to get this done and over with. He had endured hell, would have died, to put the man who made him suffer for so long, behind bars. This was Yami's chance to do that…to be free once and for all. There was no reason at all to stop him.

And so, Seto was convinced that Yami, although he was the one to lie and say that someone else other than his father did it, had absolutely no say in the matter. But the brunet was aware that it had be something drastic to actually make Yami change his mind about reporting the abuse to the authorities. Whatever changed overnight…it had to be something Yami was not willing to risk.

His suspicions were proven correct when he barged into the room, ignoring the need for silence. He could literally smell the fear, regret and bitterness in the sterile air of the overly-white room. He felt his chest constricting slightly when the whole room ceased to exist and only the person sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at small, bare feet, mattered.

In the past two or so months Seto had known Yami for what he really was… never had he looked as broken as he looked now. It was horrifying to think that Yami was probably was in his worst situation in those two eventful months that passed. He swallowed and walked towards the bed, where Yami was sitting.

He stood before Yami in silence, not doing anything but staring at the huddled form that shivered with what he wasn't sure if it was pain or fear. He knew Yami was aware of his presence, but he still didn't bring himself to speak yet. So many doubts were swirling in his mind. What if Yami refused to listen to reason? What if Seto couldn't change his mind? What if it was not possible for anyone to change Yami's mind…?

When he realized that more than two minutes passed with him standing this way, and that Yami was not about to look up at him, he knew he had to speak up.

"Not going to look at me, are you?" he asked. Yami did not acknowledge his statement except by ceasing all movement, even if it was as imperceptible as the soft trembling that had been running throughout his entire, slight frame. Seto sighed, raising a hand to rub his eyes tiredly, before sitting down beside Yami on the bed. He could feel the tense way in which Yami's body was coiled like a spring ready to snap at any second. "Are you going to explain the sudden attack of stupidity that seems to be wreaking havoc on you right now?"

He almost sighed once again in frustration at the utter silence that answered him.

"I am not allowing you to do this, Yami…" he stated flatly, turning his head to look at Yami's unreadable profile from that angle. "I will stay here all day if I have to. I told those two men not to leave, because I am going to knock some sense back into you. And we're already in a hospital, so if I have to get physical, I will…"

At that, Yami showed signs of life.

He looked up, eyes cold and expressionless. Seto drew a quick, silent breath at the sight. Last time he saw that expression was when he confronted Yami in the gym about what he heard over the phone. With a sense of apprehension, Seto realized that Yami had withdrawn into himself just like that time…he prayed that…unlike that time, Yami wouldn't do anything stupid.

He shivered ever-so-slightly when Yami backed up the hostility in his gaze and on his features, by snapping in cold, cold anger, "Even you, Seto? I am sorry to tell you that physical threats do not faze me in the least." And he turned away, going back to ignoring the brunet as though he was an unfriendly stranger who came to shatter his peace of mind.

Seto stared at him in shock for just a few seconds, before his own pride and stubbornness kicked in, "Oh no, I know physical threats do not come up with any results with you. You cannot deny, however, that some sort of threat actually brought this about."

Yami resumed staring away, ignoring him.

Seto wouldn't have any of that. He got up and did not hesitate to grab Yami by his upper arm, jerking him slightly, not giving regard to the gasp of surprise that escaped the slighter, injured form, asking, "Am I right, Yami?"

"Let me go, Seto, you're not going to make me change my mind," Yami hissed at him, managing to control the pain Seto's actions brought him, face once again returning to the cold anger from before.

"Answer me, Yami. Am I right?" Seto insisted, Yami's anger not affecting him as much as the possibility of failure that faced their foolproof plan, did. He glared angrily, his other hand rising to grab Yami by the chin, tilting his face up so that their eyes met, "Don't act like a coward, Yami…you are not a coward. Don't expect me to believe that."

"How the fuck do you know it's an act?" Yami spat out in anger, eyes burning up lividly. "How do you know I am not really just a coward who cannot gather the courage to take a step forward and actually change the crap going on around him?"

"Because if you were strong enough to beat a heroin addiction by yourself in less than two weeks, then fuck, you are not a coward and fear is not what's stopping you from ending this, Yami." Seto was livid. How could Yami say that about himself? Didn't he understand how…how difficult and impossible what he had done was? He glared, "Do not give me that stupid crap about you being cowardly. I don't give a flying fuck what you think of yourself right now…you can and will say the truth to those two out there."

"I do not want to," Yami firmly said, removing his face from Seto's hold and looking away determinedly.

Seto let him go, moving back slightly. He stared in shock and disbelief. This was atrocious…to come this far, only to return back to square one because of something like this? No…

"What happened Yami?" he asked.

"Nothing happened," Yami replied in a whisper.

"Don't tell me that nothing happened. Do not expect me to believe that in a split second you decided you liked what that monster was doing to you," Seto snapped. He was walking on thin ice, with what he was saying…but unfortunately, there was nothing else he could do except being harsh. Yami needed this harshness right now…

And just as he expected…his words were enough to impact Yami deep enough to draw him out of that state of apathetic hostility and aggressive attitude. It was painful to see Yami's shocked, petrified expression for the long moment to follow, in which the slight, frail form barely moved save for the small twitch of slender fingers as though in shock and protest to the suggestion Seto's words implied.

The moment of silence was broken so fast, Seto didn't even realize what had happened, until a while after Yami hauled himself at him, pushing him back with strength Seto never expected of the body that, just less than a day ago, was under a surgeon's scalpel. He blinked in surprise and stared up into the anguished pair of crimson eyes that swam under a sheen of horrified, disbelieving tears, one of which slipped out of the wide orbs to fall onto Seto's cheek. His body lay passive under Yami's, whose fingers were tightly clenched around his wrists, pinning them onto the bed with power born of the offense their owner was suffering.

Once again, silence hung over the room, broken a second after the sudden commotion with Yami's soft, unwilling sob.

"No!" he whispered, voice breaking over the small word. He blinked and once again, Seto felt the hot, somewhat shocking impact of another lonesome tear landing on his face. He did not know what made the sensation so disturbing; was it the unfamiliarity of it? Or was it the pain that seemed to amplify the hotness of the salty teardrop? He didn't know, and had no chance to dwell on it because Yami hissed at him in frightened anger, "Don't say stuff like that! Don't even dare suggest…that I… I enjoyed any second of my life with him for the past twelve years…"

Seto swallowed thickly against the sorrow that felt as though something was pressing on his chest and preventing his lungs for expanding for air. He blinked when he felt pressure building up behind his own eyes and the next moment felt the unfamiliar prickle of his own tears collecting in the corners of his eyes. He stared through blurry vision into Yami's desperate eyes, saying in a low voice, "Then why do you want to return back to that life, Yami…?"

Yami's fingers tightened painfully and Seto did not know if it was intended, or if it was involuntary. Once again, he did not dwell too much on it when Yami once again whispered in that broken, horrified voice, "Stop it…stop saying these terrible things!"

"If what I am saying is not the truth, then why are you doing this? You have the chance to end it…do so! The only explanation for what you're doing…is that either you want to go back to that monster," he forced himself to continue with the same harsh tone even though Yami's tears were now rolling down his face unchecked, unchallenged. "Or something happened between yesterday and today to make you change your mind about all of it."

Yami's tears did not stop as he stared in fear down at Seto, speechless with the terror of the suggestion.

"Tell me…You've been too silent, Yami. This is not the right time to stay silent," Seto said in a low voice. He had to convince Yami not to let this chance go no matter what. And to do so, he needed to find out who changed Yami's mind and consequently, he needed to know what exactly that was so precious at stake that, in comparison to it, Yami preferred going back home to the long, horrifying hours of abuse and fear. "Tell me and I promise you we will find a way out of whatever it is you're afraid of. I promise you we will find a way…not this. Your silence won't solve anything."

Yami did not say anything still. He was still crying in silence, as though Seto's words had hurt him so much, he could no longer form coherent sentences. He could no longer form coherent words and it seemed that with Seto's words, the anger and desperation that fueled the unnatural strength that seemed to reverberate through Yami's body, seemed to ebb away. Seto felt Yami's death grip loosening around his wrists, allowing circulation flow through them once again.

It came as no surprise, when Yami's form convulsed ever-so-slightly above him when a sob managed to break free through his lips, before Seto found him growing weaker, his head falling to rest on the brunet's shoulder, his body previously pulled taut and rigid with anxiety, sadness, anger and disbelief, now draped over his own limp and shivering with exhaustion and shock.

The sobs continued for a while. Seto let Yami bring it all out, because if he interrupted now, if he made the wrong move of trying to stop him, Yami might retreat once again just when he managed to get a response out of him. Seto knew that right after this breakdown, Yami will trust him on it that he whatever it is that happened, Seto will be able to make it right.

He had to make it right…there was no other choice.

When Yami started speaking again, Seto was still lying under his shaking body, but had lowered his arms to wrap them gently around the slight form, offering whatever comfort he could at the moment. He forced himself not to do anything when Yami's voice, breaking over the hitches catching in his chest and the sobs he couldn't control, was heard…

"I can't… I can't let it happen…" he said.

"What, Yami? What is it that you cannot let happen?" Seto insisted. He kept his arms securely wrapped around Yami, as though trying to protect him from the inner demons that scared him so much, as though by tightening his hold some more on him, he would manage to banish the numerous skeletons hiding in Yami's closet, silencing him from voicing out his protest against what was happening with him.

At Seto's question, Yami stiffened ever-so-slightly, making Seto's heart skip a beat in panic that he may have caused Yami to retread once again. However, a few moments later, he swallowed and forgot all about it when Yami raised his head, so that his eyes, so anguished and pained it tore Seto apart, to meet the brunet's concerned, understanding blue orbs.

"It was stupid…I should never have done this…" he whispered, horror painting every pore of his being. Before Seto could even get the chance to ask what Yami meant, the crimson eyes were shut tightly in despair, as their owner continued, "To think I would ever get away from him…I'll never ever be free…"

Seto released a breath he did not know he had been trapping in his lungs. "Oh Yami…" he whispered compassionately, bringing a hand down to wipe away at Yami's tears. He gently and slowly, trying to avoid causing any pain, shifted so that he placed Yami on the bed, and he was on top of him, slightly to the side as he whispered when Yami opened his eyes to stare in pain at him, "You're right… you won't ever get over this. But that doesn't mean you can't try…it doesn't mean you have to go back there."

"You don't understand," Yami shook his head, blinking and once again, the tears Seto had removed, slid down his ashen, pain-pinched, miserable features.

Seto stared at him; he misunderstood what exactly? That should be what Yami meant, right? Because, as far as Seto knew and cared about, Samuel was locked up in some police station, awaiting Yami's statement, so he could be transferred later on to some other, less-temporary prison awaiting a trial he will never come out of innocent. How then, was he still controlling Yami's life?

He suddenly recalled Yami telling him something once…

"I told you…I have to have some evidence when I speak to someone. You have no idea how deep my dad's relations go. He will bribe the police if he had to."

Yami was completely silent. He did not answer Seto's partly understanding, partly horrified and worried look except by blinking once more to let the tears fall again.

"Yami…someone…was here to threaten you?" he asked quietly, suddenly feeling stupid for not assigning someone to stay on guard in front of Yami's room all the time.

Slowly, as though afraid of the possibility that admitting it would mean a worse predicament than this, Yami nodded.

Seto swore and straightened to sit on the edge of the bed, watching Yami with a guilty look on his face. How could he have missed it? How could he have let Yami go through the horror of feeling as though he had gone through all that pain last night, for nothing? Not even for nothing…but for even worse treatment when, supposedly, his father managed to get out of all of this because he threatened his son into keeping quiet… You should have told me, would have been the first thing he wanted to say to Yami, but he knew he didn't want to add to Yami's misery right now. In fact, he didn't think he wanted to give himself the right to tell Yami that his fears had no basis. Because what did he offer Yami as proof to say otherwise? Those words needed proof…he offered Yami none…

"Fuck…" was what he said, though. He got up, keeping his back to the bed and trying to calm down. He couldn't believe this… he couldn't believe he had been so stupid to forget something like that. He couldn't believe that there could still be more suffering to be dished out at Yami after all this…and most importantly, he couldn't believe that…no matter what he did, Yami would never feel completely safe. It just wasn't possible to reassure him that no one could get to him anymore. Because even if he, Seto, promised him that… there was nothing to ensure it. At least, not from Yami's perspective.

"I'm sorry," he heard Yami whimper from the bed and turned to see that he had pushed himself up using his elbows so that he was now in a more upright position.

Seto stared at Yami, half sprawled the way he was on the bed, staring at him with tired, tearful, childlike crimson eyes. He swore under his breath again, the sight suddenly reminding him of how innocent Yami truly was in all this. Innocent because he did not deserve any of what was going on. Innocent because he never did anything wrong enough to go through all of this. Innocent for not experiencing anything other than pain and sorrow…never given a sample of happiness or reprieve or pleasure. He knew nothing but what was going on right now. Hope meant disappointment. Trust meant betrayal. Protest meant more pain and humiliation.

"What are you saying sorry for?" Seto snapped.

At the harsh tone, Yami flinched and closed his eyes once more, sitting upright on the edge of the bed once again. He said nothing. He seemed to be on his way to shutting himself down completely to everything around him.

Seto couldn't allow that.

"What happened, Yami…? Tell me, and I will fix it. I will," Seto said determinedly, after crossing the distance to the bed in a flash. He sat down beside Yami and held one of his hands, while the other hand rose up to tilt Yami's face towards him. "What happened? Tell me everything," he added when he was sure he was looking Yami straight in the eyes.

Yami bit his lip for a second in hesitation, before drawing nearer to Seto and burying his face in the brunet's shoulder. Seto wrapped his arm instinctively around Yami, pulling him close and offering as much support as he could. He waited until Yami's ragged breathing died down to a gentle, calm rhythm.

"Téa went…to ask…if I could eat what she had brought over…" he started, his voice soft and breaking over words slightly. "When the door opened once again, I thought she had come back but it was not Téa."

Seto did not interrupt but waited till Yami once again gathered himself to speak once again in that detached, monotonous voice he managed to muster.

"It was dad's assistant at work… he came here to…to tell me that if I press charges, I should keep in mind while doing it, that dad has a lot of people who can very easily have an overly-friendly chat with Téa…" he said and Seto's eyes widened at the words. "I…can't risk Téa's safety," Yami added in a quiet voice. "I can't force someone else to suffer because of me…"

"You shouldn't have to suffer to protect others," Seto snapped. Yami blinked, moved back a bit and stared at him in shock. Seto knew that what he said wasn't exactly selfless…but there was a good reason why this selflessness was the most sensible option right now…in Yami's condition. "Why should you suffer to protect others when no one did anything to help you?"

"No!" Yami snapped back at him, glaring and plaintively blinking tears from his eyes. He jabbed his index finger against Seto's chest, resuming, "No, I refuse to think with that mentality. What? No one helped me, hence I help no one? Don't ever ask me to think like that."

"I am not letting you go back there just because of that stupid threat," Seto glared.

"Then what do you suggest I do?" Yami half-yelled at him. He then lowered his voice, hissing in frustration, "It's either me, or her…and I'd pick her over myself any given day, Seto…"

"It doesn't have to be you and it doesn't have to be her," Seto vehemently told him. Yami stared at him in silence and that sense of surrendered despair and hopelessness that made Seto so angry. The brunet barely held himself in check, as he said, "We'll get the police to offer protection…"

"The police won't offer shit, Seto…" Yami told him, bitterly amused. "In fact, I think dad already thought of that. So that if Téa is protected by the police…it will be actually someone from the police who will do what they will to her."

"Fine, I'll get my own personal, hand-picked security to guard her," Seto countered.

"You don't get it…why should she have to suffer having her freedom taken away from her like that?"

"Yes, I don't get it…I don't get why you want to take Téa's decision for her. Why don't we just ask her what she thinks of all this?" Seto said while getting up, untangling himself with more harshness than he meant, from Yami, who meant to stop him by getting up and trying to follow after, but Seto did not allow him a chance, opening the room's door quickly before Yami could even take one step closer. "Téa, come here a second please," he said, calling to her as she stood outside.

A second or two later, Téa walked into the room, gasping slightly when she saw Yami standing, barely able to keep himself upright, face pale and tearstained and his eyes wide and horrified. She rushed towards him, wrapping her arm around his waist, while her hand caught his. "What are you doing out of bed?" she reprimanded, pulling him towards the bed. Yami numbly and mechanically followed her wherever she led him, sitting down on the edge of the bed once again, looking tired, lethargic yet simply too terrified to speak a coherent word. "What's going on? Will one of you please tell me what in the world in going on?!"

"Quite simple, actually…we need to ask you your opinion about this silly little issue going on right now," Seto snapped, glaring slightly at Yami who seemed to feel the intensity of Seto's gaze on him, making him cringe slightly, cowering away from the glare. "Someone came in here today and threatened Yami that if he pressed charges, his father's cronies will be coming after you."

Silence hung thick and heavy in the room after the faint echo of Seto's words faded. Seto crossed his arms after that, watching Yami who seemed to shrink more onto himself as though afraid of what was to come after that, and Téa, who had a shocked look on her face as she took in the brunet's words. Her mouth was open slightly as though to speak words that died at her lips before getting voiced and she stayed still for a few moments, before shifting her eyes from Seto to stare at Yami's subtly vibrating form.

When Yami stayed tense, the only movement coming from him was the trembles of anxiety and horror at the thought of what he may be putting Téa through right now and what her reaction would be, the brunette moved from her place at the edge of the bed beside Yami. She crouched on one knee in front of Yami, her hands rising to hold his fretful ones and still their movements.

"Is that why you told the two officers out there that you're not pressing charges?" she asked quietly.

Seto saw Yami's hands clenching to fists in Téa's hold, as he kept his head lowered, eyes not meeting Téa's or his, for that matter. The silence stretched on for a long while.

"Yami, I don't care…" Téa finally broke it, dipping her head, trying to make Yami look at her. He refused to for a while, but she persisted, until he reluctantly raised his eyes to hers. Seto bit his lip to keep from rushing over to Yami to wipe away the quiet, fervent tears that rolled down his pale, sickly skin. Instead he forced himself to stay where he was, knowing that Téa was the one who could solve this silly mess which was dragging on for too long. "Listen to me…" she said, squeezing Yami's hand gently, minding his chafed wrist. "I am willing…to trade so much…if it meant giving you the chance to be happy, Yami."

Yami looked away, closing his eyes, letting another stream of tears roll down his features, as he whispered, "I am not willing to take that risk…"

"You're not taking any risks, Yami…" Seto interfered at that moment. He walked closer to the bed sitting down beside Yami and hooking his index finger beneath his chin to tilt his face up so that his tearful crimson eyes met Seto's determined blue ones, "Nothing will happen to Téa…nothing will happen to her at all and nothing will happen to you anymore either. I will not allow it."

Yami once again closed his eyes, the tears falling in a steady stream now, unstopped at all, as he leaned closer into Seto's touch, letting his forehead come to rest against Seto's shoulder once again, as he gasped out, his restraint finally breaking, "I'm scared…"

Wrapping his arms around Yami and pulling him close, two pairs of blue eyes met briefly and communicated with silence and synergism as usual. Téa got up and stood before them, determinedly asking in response to Yami's silent, broken admission, "What are you scared of Yami? Are you scared for me? Or are you scared it won't work?"

He didn't answer her. His only response was to try and burrow closer into Seto's hold. The brunet once again exchanged looks with Téa.

"Either way, you don't have to be scared. The evidence is with you. Seto is backing you up and you have me, Mr. Paul and Mr. Anderson willing to testify with you in court about what happened. Pressing charges will result in just one thing and that is chucking that asshole in jail where he deserves to be," Seto could feel Yami's shivering starting to subside a little at hearing Téa speaking. "And I do not think that any threat you might've got today morning would be backed up, Yami. You know why? Because once that bastard's ass is thrown in jail, no one would want to risk their futures to avenge someone who is as good as dead. You and I will need protection for only the period of time the court of law needs to sentence him to a very long time in prison…"

Mentally, Seto congratulated Téa for her good, organized pattern of thinking and her determination. He had been right, thinking that she was going to put an end to this ridiculous issue. He hid a small smile by placing a kiss on Yami's head, as the soft trembles completely died down and Yami lay still, exhausted in his arms.

"So…should I call those two in, or would you rather let the creep get away with all the crap he put you through, Yami?" Téa asked, raising an eyebrow.

There was a pause for a bit, before Yami pulled back slightly from Seto's hold. He stared for a long while into the concerned, warm blue eyes so near to his own, before shifting the crimson orbs so he could stare into the other set of concerned, determined blue eyes. He kept looking back and forth between them both, before raising his hand to clumsily wipe away at the tears staining his face and asking, "Could you both…stay…?"

Once again, Seto and Téa exchanged looks, this time an identical smile of relief tugging at the corners of their lips…

Two Weeks Later

Who would have thought? His little angel/whore could cause so much trouble?

Samuel's thoughts for the past one and a half to two weeks almost always ended with asking himself that question with morbid, bitter amusement. Perhaps he had been wrong to think he had tamed and beaten the boy into fearful submission? No…he had definitely been wrong, otherwise, he would not have been sitting right now in the small bed of the tiny cell in the local prison where they had him transferred after the few days he spent at the police station where he had first been held in custody.

He had been wrong. To let Yami out of his sight. He had been wrong to let Yami out of the house at all. Yami belonged in his room, chained with those rusty handcuffs to the headboard, naked, bruised and whimpering for mercy. But there had been a certain beauty that hung around his little crimson-eyed angel every time he would walk out of the house to school. He would pause for a second at the gates of the villa, looking at his feet for just a while before looking back at the house over his shoulder. Of course, Yami always thought that his father was always asleep at that time and no one would witness his morning ritual of staring with misery and torment at the place he called home, and wishing he was free from it.

It gave Samuel shivers every morning as he stood watching Yami leave to school, to witness that broken expression in the angelic crimson orbs…to witness the knowledge in Yami's eyes that he would never be free of the imaginary shackles that kept him chained to the house…to Samuel…

The knowledge that he was letting the boy go…giving him a painful ersatz of freedom and escape when in fact Yami was never free… yes, it was beautiful.

Samuel smiled to himself sadistically, remembering the way Yami's body would shiver in fear every time he touched him…no matter how many times he touched him. Whenever Yami came back home and he, Samuel, had been waiting for him to touch him…it gave him pleasure beyond belief to literally and metaphorically feel Yami withering away under his touch. The touch that marked him as Samuel's belonging no matter what happened.

That was the beauty in it. Yami was not chained…wasn't held prisoner…not physically. It was so sweet. So beautiful, the amount of control he had over his adorable little angel…to make him come back home everyday without telling anyone anything about how he was Samuel's personal belonging, although nothing but Samuel's power held him captive and chained to their home…

Samuel smiled to himself contentedly, recalling the numerous times those wide, crimson orbs would stare up at him with a pleading…beautiful expression that always did the trick of making his own crimson eyes darken to a nearly black color as he stared back down into them without mercy or compassion…

Perhaps it was something about Yami that woke that desire to destroy in him…he didn't know. He didn't care and he most certainly did not regret any moment of it. Yami was his property to do with as he pleased…

He still remembered the very first time Yami lay down beneath him, confused and terrified and trying to plead with him not to hurt him…trying to reason with him. What had he done? What did he do to deserve his anger?

Only Samuel wasn't angry. He loved Yami…he loved him so much. He told Yami that as he touched the small, soft body, still too young to have any muscles on it. Tender and begging to be touched, bruised…

Yami had been sleeping when he came back from an outing with some friends…the boy had forgotten to get under the covers, as usual and was lying there in those adorable pajamas of his, his nose crinkling, and little toes twitching every once in a while in his sleep. Samuel had stood watching him lustfully, thinking of how much he worshipped the child beyond reason…

He was still thinking of how much he loved Yami even as the boy opened his sleepy crimson eyes and asked him what he was doing and if he lost his way into his room. Still innocent…so, so innocent and beautiful. Samuel wanted it all…

And he took it all. He loved Yami. He loved Yami so much…he had to take it all.

He smiled to himself once again…but then his thoughts were interrupted with one of the guards banged on the bars of his cell.

"Hey, Motou…someone's here to see you," the man told him, opening the cell's door. Samuel did not answer and allowed his hands to be chained behind his back. He wondered if it was his lawyer once again and was almost about to groan in frustration.

However, when he walked into the small room where he would meet his visitor, he didn't find his lawyer waiting for him as it was the case always. He sat in the chair as the guard instructed him, wondering who would be visiting him.

He sat waiting for nearly fifteen minutes, until he started fidgeting, wondering what was going on. This was annoying. Even if he had nothing better to do other than sit in bed staring at the walls of his cell, it was still annoying to be dragged all the way here just so he could sit in a chair and continue staring at a wall that was identical to the one he had in his room…

Just when he was about to call out to the guard to ask what the fuck was going on, the door opened once again. He opened his mouth to ask the guard just that, but then he stopped, surprise killing the words on his lips as the guard stepped aside, showing one of the two people who had come to visit him…

A serene face, framed with smooth, golden tresses of multi-colored hair, a small smile, and a pair of crimson eyes that were so familiar… only these weren't pleading or downcast in submission or tearful. Those were calm, clear and full of life as they stared into his own that mirrored the shade, but showed surprise instead of the serene expression…

"Hello, dad…"

A/N: To be continued…one more chapter and we're done :)

Thanks for reading everyone.

Hathor…