The next day Seto had left Kisara locked in her room till he was ready for her. He had put Mokuba in the royal chamber to wait for him till he talked with her again.

Seto knocked and when no reply came, he unlocked the door and opened it a little. "Kisara, I'm coming in."

The moment he entered, she started hitting him with a riding crop until he was able to snatch it away from her.

"Are you mad?"

"Perhaps I am. But at least Mokuba won't have to ever have to worry about you beating on him again. He's safely back, where he belongs."

"So, you don't think I should have ever taken him away. You think he'd be better off being starved, worked to death, raped and beaten everyday; rather than here where he's loved, cared for and fed."

"What the hell are you talking about? I heard they were very nice people who are well known and respected in the community!"

"Then I don't guess you know them as well as you think you do!"

"I know they wouldn't have hurt him! I met her, she seemed genuinely happy when I told her that I was returning the boy to her."

"Of course she was happy! Wouldn't you be if your slave were taken from you only to be returned to you later? Plus she's too blind and stupid to believe her son is capable of committing a rape!"

"I've never met her son, but I refuse to believe he'd do anything wrong!"

"I never had to meet him to know. But once I did he confessed that he was planning to have sex with Mokuba."

"I'm sure, you probably beat it out of him."

"As much fun as that sounds, I haven't had the pleasure, Yami has. When Mokuba ran away again a month or so ago, he thought that he was causing trouble by being around. Noah captured him and forced him to have oral sex."

"I don't believe a word you say."

"Fine, why don't you take a good long look at his back and you tell me that the few months I've had him that I could cause injuries like his." Seto said, grabbing her arm.

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While waiting for Seto, Mokuba was looking out the window when he suddenly heard arguing and shouting outside. Then the door opens and the arguing continues but Seto had the riding crop in his hand. After being near his old family again, it triggered nightmares. Hearing this arguing suddenly put him back to the first time his stepmother beat him with a riding crop. She'd just brought home some man she'd met. Then came in to find him in the kitchen. Mokuba was told to fix up a special alcohol drink that she'd taught him how to make. However, since he couldn't read the labels and someone had rearranged the bottles and added new ones he'd gotten the drink wrong. His stepmother took the first thing available at that time which happened to be her lover's riding crop and beat him with it. Now seeing one again his basic instincts when it came to seeing one kicked in. He whimpered and backed up against the wall.

Seto looked up and the evil glare he'd been using on Kisara still on his face turned to look at Mokuba who started to cry. Mokuba never registered that the face wasn't someone evil like his stepmother or someone that would hurt him but was someone who loved and treasure him and would never intentionally hurt him. All Mokuba saw at that moment was the evil glare and the riding crop clutched in that person's hand.

Seto was concerned something was wrong with the boy and started towards him, not realizing that Mokuba at that moment didn't know who he was. Mokuba yelped and turned around to face the wall. His hands pressed against the wall bracing for what he perceived as an imminent beating!

Seto was more than a little stunned at this. What had set him off? He'd never done anything like this before, each step he took towards the boy made him shake even more. Seto finally stopped. 'What is he so afraid of? Why would he think I'd beat him?' Seto looked at his hands and realized he still had the riding crop. Then flashes of specific marks on Mokuba's back suddenly registered in his mind. 'So the straight line marks and flat spots that I saw on his back were caused by a riding crop. I wondered what caused them but I never thought Mokuba would know the name of the item in question if I'd asked. Poor thing he must only see this thing and nothing else.'

He got closer but he soon realized as long as he had that thing in his hand Mokuba wouldn't respond to him. So he threw it aside, got down on his knees, turned the boy around and pulled him into a tight hug. He gently started to rock him. "It's all right sweetheart, it's okay. You're safe now, no ones going to hurt you."

At first Mokuba resisted and was tense as Seto hugged him. But as he heard Seto's soothing words and the gentle rocking he soon started to relax and snuggled closer.

Kisara also had seen the look of pure terror on the kid's face. To her it only confirmed what she thought all along that Seto had been the one doing the beatings. But now seeing the care he was showing the terrified kid and the fact that the kid was snuggling into him made her wonder if she might have been wrong. After all, if Seto had been the one beating him, why would the kid want to be near him?

Seto scooped the now sleeping child up into his arms and laid him down on the couch. He covered him with a blanket they keep as decoration over the top edge of the couch. Then he turned to Kisara and dragged her outside the room. "You know I had a lot of things planned to do to you, but now, if you agree to be out of the castle and out of our lives within an hour I won't hold what you've done against you. Otherwise, I'm sure I can find a nice cell for you."

"What about the boy?"

"What about him?"

"You expect me just to leave him here with you alone." Kisara said. As the door opened and Mokuba, rubbing his eyes, came out, Kisara finished. "You beat him and mistreat him to the point that he continues to run away. You kidnapped him from his family."

"You might want to note that they never bothered to file for custody and since our father is dead I have legal custody! My father never signed anything giving them custody of Mokuba!"

Mokuba then wrapped his arms around Seto, who hadn't heard him or seen him come out. "S-Seto's never beat me. He loves me."

Seto smiled and ran his fingers through the boy's hair.

Kisara bent down. "But your other family loves you too, I'm sure they miss you too."

"B-But S-Seto has t-told me m-more than once that he loves me. M-My old f-family always said t-they hated me."

"Can you honestly tell him that people who tell him on a daily basis they hate him, that he's a demon child. Actually deep down love and care for him?" Seto asked.

"Why would they think he's a demon?" Kisara asked.

Seto bent down and picked the boy up. "All I know is that I've told him that he's not evil, he's not a demon and that I love him very much." Mokuba smiled and wrapped his arms around Seto's neck. "All they ever did was constantly beat and mistreat him. From what little time I spent around them they never once showed an ounce of care. All they cared about was making sure no one knew what they did to him, and that he could work. Which as little as they ever gave him I'm surprised he lasted as long as he did."

"I'm still not convinced."

"You really think I care?" Seto looked down the hall and spotted a maid and a guard. "Mako, Heather I need you two to escort Ms. Kisara here to her room; then out and off castle grounds."

"Yes, sir." They said at the same time.

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After they left Seto sighed, "Well it looks like we're in a search for a new teacher. I'm sorry kiddo, I tried to find one sooner."

"It's okay, Seto. I know you d-didn't like her."

"No, I didn't. I had a bad feeling about her from the start."

"Seto?"

"What is it, Mokuba?"

"Yami said you'd t-tell me what a field trip is."

"How about we go to your playroom and I'll tell you all you want to know while we play a game."

Mokuba sat up and looked at him. "R-Really Seto?"

"Sure thing kiddo." Seto said, setting him down. "Lead the way."

Mokuba giggled, then he took Seto's hand and took him towards the playroom.

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Yami was about to start the next level in his training.

"Now it is time for your next lesson. You must do a dream vision."

"What's a dream vision?"

"A dream vision is like the visions you receive now, only you call it forth."

"How do I do that?"

"Go inside that chamber. It will help you to find your center and allow the dream vision to flow."

Yami wasn't so sure but he did as he was told. Once inside he suddenly got the feeling like he was struck by lightning.

The next thing he knew he was riding towards the castle. As he looked around, he noticed everything looked similar to one he had had before. As he rode up, he noticed two people sparring. At first, he thought this was the same vision as before till he looked around more and saw a young man with long black hair watching the two sparring.

"Well so far so good. At least I know it's not the exact same vision. The last vision Mokuba was doing the sparring. This time he's watching. I can only hope he knows me this time."