Thank you all for the wonderful reviews! It makes me happy to see all the love, especially with this fic almost at its end. Please continue to enjoy reading in the end, and I do hope you like this chapter. I hope it starts clearing things up from Kaiba's view of the story. Drama. Too much drama…

Oh, and in case some of you were confused by how Yami died, let me explain. While he was working he had an accident which resulted in him getting hit in the head pretty badly. The Doctor told him that another serious injury to the head like that could kill him, and just a few days later Gozoburo returned. He pushed Yami, Yami smacked into the wall, and then he tumbled down the stairs where he hit his head against solid wood and fell to the bottom. He hit his head twice, his wound reopened, and like the Doctor warned, he died. So there. Is it clear? I know, there are way too many holes in this, but what can I do? :P

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The Ghost of Yami Atem

Chapter 17

"What!?" the loud voice exclaimed as he stood. The chair he had been sitting on flew back from the force as he bent forward, his hands slamming down on the wooden desk with a bang. The sound caused the man in the room to tremble in fear as he gazed worriedly at his boss's angry, yet disbelieved facial expression.

"I'm sorry, sir," Roland hesitantly said for the third time during the call as he looked into the fierce blue eyes that his boss owned. He forced the sigh to remain inside himself while he tried to explain his seemingly farfetched reason. "But there really is a ghost in that house. I've seen it myself! Well, I didn't technically see it, but I saw what it did! The buyers have turned down the deal and are going to find another house elsewhere."

Kaiba's eyes furrowed as he stared at his worker. "Roland, I advise you to take a trip to the asylum to fix your mind, or I can easily fire you for your stupidity."

Roland's eyes widened in shock. "But, Mr. Kaiba! It's real! That ghost is real and-"

"Shut up!" Kaiba yelled, stopping Roland midway his sentence. "I told you once, and I'll tell you again! There is no ghost living it that house! I saw the body myself and-" he stopped himself from saying more, and to see if he had stopped himself just in time, he looked at Roland who was standing in front of him. His right hand man looked at him confusion, but the fear was still there. Clenching his fists on the desk as he looked away, he spoke.

"Get out," he said simply, and he sat back down.

"Yes sir," Roland said quickly before he turned around and practically ran out the door.

As the door clicked shut, Kaiba stared at his desk, his elbows resting on the desk while his fingers interlaced each other, his forehead leaning against them.

"Stupid. They're all stupid. Why would his ghost be haunting that place? He's dead. Dead!"

Kaiba growled, and clenched his eyes shut as he tried to block out the memories and images out of his mind. To help him, he sat back in his chair and stared at his laptop in hopes of getting some work done, but he ended up pushing the laptop away from his instead when the memories got more resilient to stay in his mind.

"I saw them take his body away four years ago. How is this possible!? Yami is dead." Kaiba turned to look out the window, and his eyes fell down to watch the people that inhabited the huge city below him. "And I'm gonna go prove it."

With that thought steeled in his mind, he got up and picked up his folders, laptop, and other important documents before storing them into his briefcase. As the lock clamped shut, he grabbed the handle swiftly and made his way straight to the door. Just as he grabbed the metal handle and pulled though, he froze in his tracks when the phone on his desk rang.

Turning around he glared at the ringing instrument, but walked over and picked up the call harshly.

"What?!" he yelled, and he tried to keep calm when he heard the small gasp of surprise that came from his secretary. "What is it?" he asked again.

"Sir, there's a call for you. A man, he wants to talk to you," she said, keeping her voice as even as possible.

Kaiba's eyes stiffened in annoyance. "Who is it?" he snapped.

"I'm not sure, but he says he has something important to discuss with you about a-"

"I don't care. I have a company to run and if they want to discuss something they better make an appointment," he snapped, and was about to put the phone down when her next sentence stopped him.

"Sir, it's about someone named, Yami Atem. Do you know of him?"

Kaiba's eyes widened. "Who?" he croaked, feeling the blood in his body turn cold and drop down to his legs.

"A Yami Atem. Should I still disconnect? The man who called refuses to stop calling until he has a word with you. What should I do?"

Kaiba was silent.

"Sir?"

He snapped out of his trancelike state, and replied after a few seconds of serious thought. "Put him through."

Grandpa went into his room and locked the door before pulling out his cellphone and dialing the number he had found online. With a serious expression, and a somewhat nervous one, he tried to keep it all in knowing that this was what he had to do to fix everything that had gone wrong in the home. And he wasn't just fixing his home. Someone else's also.

Ringing was heard for just a few seconds before a voice was heard.

"Kaiba Corp. How may I help you?" the woman on the other end of the line said, her voice robotic as she spoke.

"I would like to speak with Seto Kaiba. It's urgent," Grandpa said into the phone, his hands sweating.

"And you are?" the woman asked. "Do you have an appointment?"

"I need to talk to him about his brother, Yami Atem. Please!" Grandpa cried. "And no, I don't have an appointment. I just need to speak with him for a few minutes."

"I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do to help you other than-"

"You don't understand," Grandpa, pleaded, hands in fists. "I need to talk to him right now."

"Sir, I can't do that-"

"I need to talk to him and I'll continue to call if he doesn't take this one!" Grandpa shouted, his frustration level breaking its point."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kaiba is very busy, and I cannot put you through if he's not expecting this call. I'm sorry, but if you like I can make an appointment."

"No! He needs to listen to this, now," Grandpa exclaimed, his eyes wide as his voice rose higher from urgency. Yami had waited long enough. He had been restless for far too long and it was about time someone did something about it. Speaking to Kaiba was his only shot at finding peace for the teen. He had to do atleast that much.

"Just tell him the name Yami Atem. I'm sure there will be some time for me to talk to him after that."

Clearly hesitant, Grandpa pleaded some more before the woman eventually sighed, giving in. "Okay, I'll try."

"Thank you," Grandpa said, relieved. There was a moment of silence before the woman's voice was heard once again, and Grandpa's head perked up as soon as she spoke.

"I'm going to put you through now," she said.

"Thanks," Grandpa said quickly. A click was heard and a new yet cold voice was heard.

"Who are you?" the voice said darkly, venom and a hint of curiosity dripping from his words.

"Solomon Moto. And I have something-"

"How do you know about Yami Atem?!" Kaiba's voice snarled, and at that Grandpa had to do a bit counting to get himself to calm down. Yami didn't describe his step-brother fairly. Kaiba was way worse than he had expected.

"One, not only I know of him, but the entire city practically knows him. After all, four years ago it did make headlines across the country so who doesn't know? And secondly, Yami himself told me about you, and his story."

"That's impossible!" Kaiba exclaimed, fists pounding the desk. "He's DEAD!"

"That is true," Grandpa stated calmly, "but he's a wandering spirit now."

Kaiba was silent as his entire expression now held distaste for the man. Confusion and fear wracked his body, yet he couldn't run away. It felt as if Solomon knew something that he shouldn't have known. He managed to keep it a secret all these years, but it burned him to know that someone else could possibly make the connection between him and Yami. If so, he would be crushed. He didn't know by what though. Would he be crushed by the media's questions? Or would it be his own guilt which was slowly nagging at him on the inside even louder than before?

"And, I know something that no one else knows right now, nor was it known four years ago," Grandpa continued.

"And what's that?" Kaiba asked.

"About his family."

Kaiba's eyes widened once again.

"And by what I know, it's safe to say you're the only relative he has left. You're his brother. Step-brother to be exact," Grandpa said.

Kaiba's body stiffened, his eyes sharp. "How do you know so much?" he asked through clenched teeth. "How did you find out about all of this? Who's been giving you this information?!"

"I told you already. Yami told me himself." Grandpa smiled slowly. "But don't get me wrong. I didn't call to throw you back into your past. I just wanted to let you know of him. I want to let you know that he's still here for some reason, so that was why I was wondering if you would come back here and see him. Just once," Grandpa asked. "It might give him peace."

"What?! Never, I refuse to go back there, and Yami's spirit is not haunting that house," Kaiba shouted through the phone. Although he was trying to rudely assure Solomon that Yami wasn't a ghost or still on earth, it seemed that he was also just trying to reassure himself of that fact.

"Please," Grandpa pleaded, his eyes closing from frustration and utter sadness. "He's been alone for four years thinking no one cared about him. Come and see him. Just this one time. Do it for Yami, for your brother."

Kaiba growled. "I told you. Yami is not a ghost. He's dead and at peace where he belongs. I don't believe in this trash so you better find someone else to bother." And just when he was about to hang up, Solomon's angry scream stopped him from doing so.

"Is this how you're going to repay him?!" Grandpa cried.

Kaiba was silent, anger fuming through his system.

"Is this how you're going to repay him for separating the two of them? For the death of theirs and your mother? Is this what you're showing him? That you didn't care when he died, or when Heba died?!" Grandpa exclaimed, clutching the phone tightly.

"How do you know of Heba?" Kaiba asked slowly.

Grandpa ignored him, rage the only thing that consumed his thoughts.

"You didn't even turn back when you walked out on him. You didn't know that he fell down to his death the minute you left with his only family. You didn't know that you left his rotting body on the floor for months as his spirit WATCHED! Making him think none of you cared, until the next person he sees is his brother's soul moving on."

"I am not to blame for that! My father is the one-"

"You should be equally blamed. While you let your father carry out orders, you stood right there and did nothing. Even when you deserted him, he still hoped that you cared. He still loves you, even though he says he hates you. Tell me, Mr. Kaiba. Is this your thanks, your sorry? Are you even sorry for how you treated him?!" Grandpa exclaimed.

Kaiba trembled, his knees feeling weak. "No…"

Grandpa gave a shake of his head, sniffed, and slammed the phone down.

Kaiba heard the dial tone come on before he even finished his sentence, and knowing that he won't be able to finish it, he dropped down on to his knees and leaned his head on the foot of the desk.

"He deserves much more than an apology."

Sitting down on the floor, sadness taking over his insides and the guilt swelling, Kaiba's hands made fists and he brought them up to his chest, staring at the floor as memories of the past flooded his mind.

"I didn't want any of this to happen. I didn't know about his death. And, I did visit him. I was the one who alerted every one of his body. I was there when they buried him. Heba was there too. I cared, but I was ashamed to get close to him. I couldn't stand that house after that day. So, so I got the house locked without daring to look inside, believing that if I did the memories would swoop in and kill me on the spot. I chained it up as if locking it and throwing away the key would keep all the memories there."

"Heba was there. He cried a lot when he realised what had happened and fell into a state of denial. He would constantly talk about Yami, wondering when he'll come back. Because of his questions, Gozoburo slapped him, causing Heba to run away. I went after him and tried to stop him, but just as always I was too late. I lost another brother. Heba had gotten into an accident."

"I fought with Gozoburo for days that turned into weeks. Then, he disappeared. Two years ago I took the company, just when I turned eighteen. I never stopped caring, worrying, regret and guilt plaguing my mind every day. So, I'd be damned if I let someone tell me I never cared. I'm going to go. Only then they can judge."

With that thought sealed in his mind after hours sitting on the ground, Kaiba got up and walked out the door after he straightened himself out. Pulling his cell phone out of his pockets, he made a single call.

"Get my Blue Eyes jet prepared, right now."

And there! End of the chapter. How do you like it? Did you like that bit with Kaiba? He's OOC, I know. I suck at his character, cut me some slack! xD

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