Summersnow

Warnings/notes : Seto/Joey (established relationship), slight fluff, flashbacks.

Disclaimer : I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.

written at 4th august 2003, by Misura

Key : italics = flashbacks * = time-jump in flashback-sequence

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"I wonder if anyone's ever succeeded in counting all the stars up there." Mokuba murmured drowsily. "There are so many of them."

"Several people did." Seto was a lot less sleepy than Mokuba. "I could probably find the exact number for you on the Net."

Mokuba's sigh was echoed by the third person on the balcony.

"You really don't have any sense for romance, do you, Seto-koi?"

Seto blinked, glaring at the speaker, a blond with soft brown eyes.

"I fail to see the connection between a simple matter of astronomy and romance."

Mokuba sighed again, while Joey snorted. "That's exactly what I mean. *That*, " he pointed at the star-filled sky, "has nothing to do with science."

"Of course it does." Seto retorted. "Their position - "

"Oh, look!" Mokuba jumped up excitedly, his exhaustion forgotten for the moment. "A falling star! Make a wish!"

In silence, the three of them watched the moving light until it faded out of view.

"What did you wish for, big brother?" Mokuba asked finally.

As Seto opened his mouth to reply, Joey interrupted him quickly. "Hey, you can't tell him that! You have to keep it a secret if you want your wish to come true. Don't you know that?"

"More nonsense. How can you realize your dreams if you don't tell other people what you dream about?" Seto scoffed, then turned to Mokuba again. "I can't tell you what I wished for though, Mokuba. You're a bit too young for stuff like that."

Joey coughed uncomfortably at the look Seto sent him.

"What about you, Joey?" Mokuba inquired.

The blond shook his head. "Sorry, kid. Same as your big brother, I'm afraid."

Seto raised one eyebrow at that, as if doubting the truth of that statement, but he didn't say anything, so Joey simply told himself he'd have to bring the subject up some later time, when they had a bit more privacy.

"I live in one house with two hentai!" Mokuba rolled his eyes. "Eeewwww!"

Seto grinned, scooping up his little brother in his arms and hugging him. "So, what did *you* wish for, Mokuba? For me and Joey to get girlfriends?"

Mokuba giggled. "Noooo! Girls are icky!"

"Watch your words, kiddo!" Joey growled. "My sister is *not* 'icky'!"

"Yes, Joey." Mokuba nodded obediently. "Shizuka is very nice."

"You haven't answered my question yet, little brother." Seto chided, putting Mokuba back on his own feet. "Don't tell me we're too young to hear about it too."

Mokuba bit his lip. "I ... "

"Yes?" Joey encouraged him, wondering why Mokuba was so hesitatnt to tell them.

"I wished for snow." Mokuba said, very softly, not looking at Seto.

"In summer?" Joey exclaimed, while Seto paled and grabbed the railing to keep from falling.

"It was the snow. There was nothing anyone could have done." The policeman sounded like he felt guilty for having to bring the two children such bad news. "The road was slippery."

"I see." Seto replied.

"It's okay to cry, kid. It must be cruel to lose both your parents like this."

"I will tell Mokuba."

"You don't have to ; I could - "

"No."

*

The two graves were covered in a white blanket.

Seto felt angry for a moment ; a place like this shouldn't look so peaceful.

"B-big brother?" A small hand sought his. He squeezed it gently. "Can we go now?"

"Yes, little brother."

*

"You're not going out there." Cold eyes bore into his own. "I absolutely forbid it."

"But Mokuba's out there!" Seto protested. "I have to - "

"Mokuba has run away. It's his own fault if he freezes to death. He's worthless anyway."

"I must find him!" Seto pushed past the man, knowing he'd pay for it later, but not caring.

*

"Mokuba! Talk to me!" He shook the motionless boy in his arms gently, afraid to make things worse. The snow still fell thickly around them, making it hard to find his way back to the house.

He wished he didn't have to go back there.

"Mokuba! Little brother! Please!" Mokuba was his only reason for putting up with life, for not quitting. Without Mokuba, he'd have nothing left.

"S-seto! C-cold." Dark eyes fluttered open.

"Don't worry, Mokuba, I'll get you warm again soon!" Seto promised.

"Seto? You all right?" Joey eyed him worriedly.

"I'm fine." Seto managed.

"Hey, no need to act tough." Joey smiled. "Bet you're a bit more tired than you thought eh?"

"Hn."

"You're right, too ; it *is* pretty late. Time for bed! That means you too, kiddo!"

Mokuba pouted, but followed Joey and Seto as they went back inside.

~to be concluded in the second part~