Stormygio: But hey, at least you get around to reading them! Haha. We'll get into the Red/Joey thing in a while. There are other issues that need to be discussed first. Thanks for the review!

Yugiyukiyuseiyuma: Yikes. You have a long username. Thanks for reading and reviewing! I'm glad you enjoy the story.

Siren Scribble: Why, thank you. I've never had my writing referred to as a "work of art." Thanks for the boost to my ego. You'll get to see Kisara's responses in this chapter.

Aqua-Princess: I was so amazed with your prediction. Haha. I'm pretty sure I commented on that when you reviewed originally. Congrats. P.S. No, it's not bad that you want Red to get Joey. I can't guarantee that it will happen, but wanting it isn't a bad thing.

AnonymousGuest: . . . Who knows what would happen if all the cards were burned? (Well, I do. But, we'll get into that later on.) Thanks for the review!

TeresaShiho: It's good to be back! You'll get to see more about the "compulsion" in the next chapter. This chapter is a bit more about Kisara. I say a bit. It's all about Kisara. And getting to 40k in NaNo is nothing to be upset about. That's great! Congratulations!

Sycoandcrazy: I think everyone was really upset to find out that Solomon is dead. It was mentioned in almost every review. I'm glad you like the sibling dynamics. I spent a lot of time working them out. And hey, at least you tried NaNoWriMo. That's more than most people.

I realize that the preview for this chapter said that I would be giving Seto a section, however, that section is going to be longer, and I wanted to update (reason given below), and because of that, here is just Mokuba's POV.

Mokuba

"Thanks for walking with me," I said. I took another forced step, my crutches dragging since I caught sight of the house after the last corner. Even though I was glad to be out of the hospital after sitting in the waiting room all morning, I didn't want to go home. Joey must have noticed me slowing down, because he did too.

"Not a problem, little Kaib'. Glad to assist."

He talked too loudly. I tried to be subtle as I looked around. It was hard to do while supported myself with crutches, and twisting around took more effort than was typical. I saw nothing other than the usual soldiers stationed. They didn't leave me with a feeling of security that I originally expected their presence would bring. The number of them was claustrophobic. Their eyes followed me as I walked to the house. The longer I stayed out, the more the house seemed like a safe haven.

It would be for me. Joey still had to walk back to his home alone. Seto told me all about Red wanting Joey, but had asked that I not mention it to him. If Joey found out, he might go into hiding, and Seto didn't want to deal with tracking him down, or something like that. I hadn't been given Seto's entire plan.

All I knew was that once he and Krin were back on usual terms, Seto planned on doing something important. I didn't know exactly what, just that it was a bad idea for Joey to be shouting on public streets.

When I got to the door, I knocked instead of trying to work my key out. I could do it, but it required balancing my crutch and reaching around to dig into my pocket.

The blinds were open, and I could see everyone sitting in the living room, everyone except for Kisara. That didn't surprise me. After Seto yelling at her the other night, she had been difficult to keep track of. I was beginning to think that her absence caused more issues than her presence.

Joey waited with me until Krin opened the door. When Krin saw me, he gave me the same, irritated expression that he almost always wore and then stepped aside so I could walk inside. Joey leaned in after me and waved at Seto. Seto's response was to lower the book he was reading, giving Joey a pointed stare, then to lift the book back up. Joey rolled Seto's rudeness off and said goodbye to me before leaving.

"What did the doctor say?" Seto asked as soon as Krin closed the door. He put his book down to give me his full attention.

"Another week with crutches, then just the boot." I took a few steps towards Seto before I sensed the horrible tension in the room. I could feel it in the air, almost like static. Of course, it was completely possible that I was feeling real static coming from the dragons. That only added to my discomfort at the though of remaining in the room. At least when Kisara had clung to Seto, she had filled the silences with chatter. Now everything was quiet.

"Nothing about how the bones are healing?"

Krin reclaimed his seat next to the door and across from the couch. It was the seat furthest away from Seto. Kara sat on the other end of the couch, leaning on the armrest as if that added greatly to the distance between her and Seto.

"It's not like he can do an x-ray. He didn't say anything was wrong with it. Where's Kisara?"

Seto shrugged, so I turned to Kara.

"Out back," she said, maintaining a glare towards the window.

I decided to go see Kisara. If the next week, possibly longer, would be sitting around in rooms like this, then I had to do something. And luckily, Kuriboh had left earlier with me and since he hadn't been out in days, I assumed he would be gone a while. That gave me the time I needed for my conversation with Kisara.

I rarely used the back door. I didn't leave the house often, and when I did, I always went out the front. There was no real reason aside from that which kept me from the backyard. We actually had a nice area behind the house. It was fenced in, but small and full of trees and bushes.

I opened the back door and saw Kisara immediately. She sat on the one step that led out to our backyard. She curled up so that her hands could grab at her feet. Tears fell steadily from her eyes.

"Hey Kisara," I said, letting her know I was there since she hadn't seemed to notice me. She must have been really distressed if she didn't hear me clunking towards her on my crutches.

She turned her head up, but when she met my eyes, she began to cry even harder. Kisara let a choked whimper escape before dropping her head back down. A few seconds later, she whispered, "I don't feel like talking, Mokuba."

I moved forward and gently lowered myself onto the step beside her. "That's good. I'd rather do all the talking," I said as I propped my crutches up against the side of the house.

Kisara's lips were slightly parted as she looked at me. Her front teeth touched her bottom lip, giving her a confused and innocent appearance. It didn't fool me.

"I want you to understand something about my brother," I began. I placed my hands in my lap and stretched my legs out in front of me. My words caught her attention and held it fast.

"The thing about Seto," I said, going slowing to make sure that I said what I meant to say. "-is that he doesn't love easily. He loves me," I said, sort of bobbing my head as I did so. "-and I think that right now, I'm all he loves."

Kisara look of confusion went to one of sadness. She seemed about to speak, so I shook my head to prevent her from it.

"Of course, that hasn't always been the case. Before you guys came, he loved three other things."

I shifted my head to look at the row of trees that lined the edge of our small yard. I highly doubted that Seto would want me telling Kisara any of this, but I had no intentions of stopping. If this was what it took for peace, then Seto could suck it.

"You see, there was this game that a lot of people played. Really, it was more than just some game. So many people based their lives around it. This game settled disputes; it determined who was in control."

I chose to leave the title off. Kisara might not take well to being a part of "Duel Monsters."

"Seto played," I said with a small laugh. "I say 'played' as if it was a casual thing. Seto, he dominated. It was amazing to watch. He had this-" I held up my hands as if I could give Kisara a visual image. "-ability to manipulate the game to his advantage. He was almost unstoppable."

"Almost?" Kisara interrupted. I let it slide.

"Very few people could beat him, but that's aside the point. Seto actually got pretty well known. People knew that when the duel got tough or it wasn't looking like he had a chance, there were three cards that he always turned to. Even when there were more logical cards to play." I spoke of his god card.

"Those cards were the Blue-Eyes White Dragons."

I stayed quiet as Kisara absorbed my words. It took her a few seconds to fully grasp my point. Just to make sure that I had been completely clear, I went on.

"Yeah, we knew about you before you showed up. And you see, you were what Seto was known for. You were his pride in the game. Aside from me, the Blue-Eyes were the only things Seto loved."

I looked at Kisara, then quickly away. It was more difficult to continue while staring at her evident depression. There was no point in stopping now.

"If you had come here and left Seto alone-" I stopped to reconsider. "Well, if all who came through the portal had let us be, then it would have been different. If you had left Seto alone, then he probably would have come looking for you. Because, up until this whole, choosing a human thing, Seto still loved you."

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Kisara had started to cry again. I didn't let that stop me.

"But you guys, you weren't what he expected. He played your cards with such passion, and his depictions of you were magnificent." My voice raised a pitch, but I lowered it instantly. "But when you came here," I paused to get up the nerve to say the next half of the sentence. "You were monsters."

"Exc-" Kisara began, but I held up a finger to shut her up. "Don't," I said sharply. Then again, somewhat softer. "Just don't."

"You came into our world, his world, and took control of it, of him. You kidnapped him, threatened him, beat him, and Kisara-" I paused again, knowing the next part might set her off. "You broke his heart."

I faced her. Kisara's jaw was clenched tightly, as if trying not to cry. Out of anger from the other night, I went on just as severely as I could. "My brother loved two things in this world, and a year ago, you took one of those from him. And then two days ago, you planned on taking the other."

She covered her face, and I heard heavy breaths hitting her hands. Instead of continuing, I waited for her to answer. I had said what I intended to. It was Kisara's turn.

She dropped a hand and let it rest on my leg. Her other hand stayed pressed to her mouth. She didn't bother wiping the tears away.

"I did it all wrong, didn't I?" Kisara rubbed her face, as if trying to scrub her skin off. She stretched out her legs, but only for a second. Kisara shook her head almost as soon as she did, then went back to hugging her knees. "I just, I wanted Seto to love me like I love him."

Her hand still sat on my leg. I looked at it while she talked instead of at her.

"I love him so much, and it kills me that he doesn't feel the same. I don't even think he likes me." She started crying again. "I'm trying, Mokuba. I can't get him to love me."

I turned my head back to her. "You're not trying."

Her eyes widened. "Yes, I am!" she said, insistent.

"Kisara, you aren't putting any effort into actually finding out how to make him happy. You're doing what you want to do, not what Seto wants."

"But, I don't know what he wants."

I kind of laughed. "That's my point. Have you even tried to get to know him? To figure out what he wants?"

Kisara shook her head. She pursed her lips before saying, "No, I guess I haven't."

I shrugged. "Then why do you expect him to love you back? You haven't earned that."

Kisara looked like she had a revelation. Her mouth fell open and she squeezed my leg to hold my attention. "You're right. I'm not doing enough. How can I get him to realize that I love him?"

I started to speak, then stopped. "I don't know," I admitted. "I've never had to work for Seto to love me. I guess I have it easier in this respect."

"Mokuba-" I could see that Kisara's tears were fading away as she grew more determined. "Will you help me?"

I nodded without hesitation. "Yeah, I will."

She seemed taken back by my willingness to help. Kisara froze, stunned for a moment, then blinked the surprise away. "You will? Just like that?"

"Kisara, you and I agree on one thing. We both want Seto to be happy. Your way didn't work. So, I guess it is time we tried mine."

Kisara smiled brightly and threw her arms around me. I leaned my head back so my face wasn't so close to hers. Seto was going to kill me.

Dear Readers,

I know that this is a short chapter, but I wanted to update now. You see, as of a week ago, Possessions hit its three-year anniversary. I really wanted an update on the exact day, but I got the dates confused.

I honestly cannot believe that this story is still in progress after so long. I've seen reviewers come and go (the going part I take all the blame for. That's what a long gap in updates results in), and for all my regular reviewers, I've enjoyed talking to you through both reviews/responses, and the occasional private message. I have said this before, but I mean it more and more every time.

Thank you to everyone who is still reading this story after three years. And to everyone who has jumped in along the way. It means the world to me that you enjoy the story and put up with my horribleness at updating.

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